Freshman Adventures Part 2
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Dennis is good in bed for his age.
Dennis is immature.
Dennis is manipulative.
All of the above.
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(Continued from previous story)
The next evening, in a loft apartment somewhere, rave music plays. Lines of coke on a mirror somewhere. Girls in black tops and cutoff shorts dance. Guys in polo t-shirts or Ed Hardy wear dance, sometimes with the girls, sometimes not. Everybody is stoned. A strobe light projecting from the corner. Most people are in their twenties. Some are in their thirties.
Adria exits the restroom in the middle of a text message. She’s texting her six year-old daughter to make sure the doors are locked and don’t watch too much T.V. She waits for the typing icon to appear.
Adria is twenty-eight and tattooed on both her arms. The tattoo of an anime-style goblin is visible in this dim light on her right arm. It’s the logo of her used-to-be favorite band. The other tattoo is too faded to make out. She wears her faded-pink hair up in a ponytail. It makes her look young, which may be the point.
When people exit the restroom, they pass the door to the master bedroom, the bedroom used for hookups. In this case, they know not to go in there. This is because mattress squeaks and shrill female sounds are audible. Two guys pass by. One mutters to the other,
“It’s that crazy kid who always comes here.”
His friend shakes his head.
“Jesus Christ. He’ll die or have a kid before his mid-20s…”
They move on.
Do you want to peek inside the room? Of course you do.
On a large king sized mattress, Adria, a grown woman in her late 20s with a daughter to feed, bounces up and down on Dennis’ bare cock. This is only happening because of multiple lies:
1. Dennis’ lie that he’s 26.
2. Dennis’ lie that it’s okay to not use a condom, he got tested and his sperm is defective
3. Dennis’ lies to Adria that he likes being around her, that he thinks she’s a noble, brave person…
Adria goes,
“ah ah ah yeah ah ah ah FUCK ah ah AH FUCK AH AH AH-“
Her hair is red. She has a nose-ring. A tattoo on one arm and another on her stomach. Her head is currently tilted back because Dennis has two fingers in her mouth and he's cocking her head back with his hand. With his other hand, he straddles her hip. Actually, his arm is curled around her waist so he can straddle both her hips.
[i]This chick gets loud… [/i]he thinks.
His cock is tingling. Just so he can forestall his own orgasm, he looks away from her face to her bouncing breasts. She’s got kind of trashy, soccer mom tits. They bounce and flop in alternating rhythms. He then thinks,
How many pills have I got left now? Like ten? Twelve?
“HhHHHH-AAAHHHH HHH-AHAHAHAHA-FUCK!”
She curses as if he beat her at poker, again.
He feels her thighs bucking around his waist and Dennis stops thinking about his pills. He looks up at her face again. He lets go of her cheek and looks in to Adria’s green, already regretful eyes.
He nuts inside her and pushes himself in deep as he does.
He feels his pubic hairs crunch against her vulva.
He shuts his eyes.
*
It’s the following evening. Dennis wakes up from a much-needed nap. He revels in the opportunity to get laid twice or more in a weekend, but he understands the immediate consequences. He has to sleep them off. He climbs out of bed and goes to check on his grandma.
When he opens the door, he’s surprised to see her 100% awake. She’s sitting up and reading the newspaper, something she hasn’t done in a while. She puts it down like she was expecting him. She looks right at him.
“Oh hello dear,” she says and coughs.
“Hi Grandma. What’s up? Just checking in. You’re probably hungry.”
She shakes her head.
“No, not really,” she says. “But you are.”
Dennis squints at her. He’s become unaccustomed to the feeling of not knowing what to say. He feels himself standing in the doorway, a breeze entering the window, exiting.
“Dennis,” his grandma says. You have to listen to me when I tell you not to waste your life.”
“I’m sorry grandma, I don’t know what…”
“Yes you do,” she said.
A bit of silence except for the hum of electricity.
“And I hope that young lass you brought over two nights ago gets that advice from someone, too.”
Dennis looks at the floor.
“Don’t be like your father,” he hears her say. “I’ve said this before. Don’t be like your father. Don’t waste your life any further.”
Dennis swallows. He turns to go. But he doesn’t step out.
“Now dear, if you don’t mind, I will be needing my pills back. Oh, I’m sure you didn’t take all of them, nor did your lunkhead friends. We both know that in that case you’d be dead and there’d be some awful story in the local news. Just put whatever is left on my bedside table, please. My back has been giving me a lot of shit today.”
Dennis nods.
“Yeah. No problem.”
In another hour, his grandma is asleep. At that time, Dennis sneaks back in to her room with the bottle of pills clutched in his hand, creeps up to her bedside table so as not to wake her, and places the bottle on the table. There are still about ten left. That should suffice. He will go and check that she’s taken one after dinner.
The next evening, in a loft apartment somewhere, rave music plays. Lines of coke on a mirror somewhere. Girls in black tops and cutoff shorts dance. Guys in polo t-shirts or Ed Hardy wear dance, sometimes with the girls, sometimes not. Everybody is stoned. A strobe light projecting from the corner. Most people are in their twenties. Some are in their thirties.
Adria exits the restroom in the middle of a text message. She’s texting her six year-old daughter to make sure the doors are locked and don’t watch too much T.V. She waits for the typing icon to appear.
Adria is twenty-eight and tattooed on both her arms. The tattoo of an anime-style goblin is visible in this dim light on her right arm. It’s the logo of her used-to-be favorite band. The other tattoo is too faded to make out. She wears her faded-pink hair up in a ponytail. It makes her look young, which may be the point.
When people exit the restroom, they pass the door to the master bedroom, the bedroom used for hookups. In this case, they know not to go in there. This is because mattress squeaks and shrill female sounds are audible. Two guys pass by. One mutters to the other,
“It’s that crazy kid who always comes here.”
His friend shakes his head.
“Jesus Christ. He’ll die or have a kid before his mid-20s…”
They move on.
Do you want to peek inside the room? Of course you do.
On a large king sized mattress, Adria, a grown woman in her late 20s with a daughter to feed, bounces up and down on Dennis’ bare cock. This is only happening because of multiple lies:
1. Dennis’ lie that he’s 26.
2. Dennis’ lie that it’s okay to not use a condom, he got tested and his sperm is defective
3. Dennis’ lies to Adria that he likes being around her, that he thinks she’s a noble, brave person…
Adria goes,
“ah ah ah yeah ah ah ah FUCK ah ah AH FUCK AH AH AH-“
Her hair is red. She has a nose-ring. A tattoo on one arm and another on her stomach. Her head is currently tilted back because Dennis has two fingers in her mouth and he's cocking her head back with his hand. With his other hand, he straddles her hip. Actually, his arm is curled around her waist so he can straddle both her hips.
[i]This chick gets loud… [/i]he thinks.
His cock is tingling. Just so he can forestall his own orgasm, he looks away from her face to her bouncing breasts. She’s got kind of trashy, soccer mom tits. They bounce and flop in alternating rhythms. He then thinks,
How many pills have I got left now? Like ten? Twelve?
“HhHHHH-AAAHHHH HHH-AHAHAHAHA-FUCK!”
She curses as if he beat her at poker, again.
He feels her thighs bucking around his waist and Dennis stops thinking about his pills. He looks up at her face again. He lets go of her cheek and looks in to Adria’s green, already regretful eyes.
He nuts inside her and pushes himself in deep as he does.
He feels his pubic hairs crunch against her vulva.
He shuts his eyes.
*
It’s the following evening. Dennis wakes up from a much-needed nap. He revels in the opportunity to get laid twice or more in a weekend, but he understands the immediate consequences. He has to sleep them off. He climbs out of bed and goes to check on his grandma.
When he opens the door, he’s surprised to see her 100% awake. She’s sitting up and reading the newspaper, something she hasn’t done in a while. She puts it down like she was expecting him. She looks right at him.
“Oh hello dear,” she says and coughs.
“Hi Grandma. What’s up? Just checking in. You’re probably hungry.”
She shakes her head.
“No, not really,” she says. “But you are.”
Dennis squints at her. He’s become unaccustomed to the feeling of not knowing what to say. He feels himself standing in the doorway, a breeze entering the window, exiting.
“Dennis,” his grandma says. You have to listen to me when I tell you not to waste your life.”
“I’m sorry grandma, I don’t know what…”
“Yes you do,” she said.
A bit of silence except for the hum of electricity.
“And I hope that young lass you brought over two nights ago gets that advice from someone, too.”
Dennis looks at the floor.
“Don’t be like your father,” he hears her say. “I’ve said this before. Don’t be like your father. Don’t waste your life any further.”
Dennis swallows. He turns to go. But he doesn’t step out.
“Now dear, if you don’t mind, I will be needing my pills back. Oh, I’m sure you didn’t take all of them, nor did your lunkhead friends. We both know that in that case you’d be dead and there’d be some awful story in the local news. Just put whatever is left on my bedside table, please. My back has been giving me a lot of shit today.”
Dennis nods.
“Yeah. No problem.”
In another hour, his grandma is asleep. At that time, Dennis sneaks back in to her room with the bottle of pills clutched in his hand, creeps up to her bedside table so as not to wake her, and places the bottle on the table. There are still about ten left. That should suffice. He will go and check that she’s taken one after dinner.
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