[ Thank you guys for your kind comments on my first few chapters. As some of you noticed, this is my first time posting on here. I appreciate your feedback! Sorry for the delay on this chapter. I had to ponder the direction of the story a bit- but I think you all will enjoy. ]
Chapter 4
I wake up the next morning, well afternoon, with a dull headache and a stiff neck. I roll over and realize that I'm naked, in Peter's bed, with Peter nowhere to be seen.
I look around and let the memories of last night flood back to me, as my blood, well, floods my dick. "Where the fuck is Peter," I wonder to myself.
I groan and force myself out of the bed and into the shower, and yeah, I rub one out thinking about Peter shoving his boxers in my mouth while I fuck his face. His annoying, beautiful face.
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It's mid-afternoon by now and I haven't heard a peep from Peter. I'm attempting to do my homework but I can't really focus on anything, I just keep thinking about him and freaking out about the night before. "He must regret it", I think- over and over again.
"Do I regret it??" I can't decide.
It was hot- don't get me wrong. I don't think I've ever experienced something so hot. The way he pushed me down and the way his tongue teased me. Ugh- I've had a semi all day just trying not to think about it.
But it's Peter. And Peter is objectively rude and obnoxious. I could never date someone like that.
DATE- UGH, why am I even thinking about that?!
My thoughts are interrupted by Peter coming through the door- sweaty- he must've just come from the gym.
"Hey, whatcha up to?" He asks, kicking off his sneakers.
"Oh just working on some homework," I answer, sort of truthfully.
Peter continues shedding his clothes, down to his boxers. My eyes widen.
"I figure this doesn't matter after last night," he says, gesturing to his mostly naked body.
I chuckle nervously.
"Which was super hot by the way." He says, grinning, before he turns and heads towards the bathroom.
"That's it?" I ask, shocked.
He turns back and looks at me, confused. "Yeah I mean what do you want me to say?"
"Nothing whatever," I respond, clearing my throat and turning back to my homework.
He stares at me for a second and then walks back to the bathroom.
I grab my phone to text Mike and see if he wants to get a drink. I've gotta get out of this fucking room before it closes in on me.
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Mike was also just halfway attempting to do homework, so he's quick to say yes to meeting at the brewery nearby.
I grab my favorite lager and we take a seat at a table on the back porch. It overlooks a big hill that I love to look out onto. Some days I want to go sprinting and dancing down this hill, but today I just want to throw myself down it headfirst.
I look back and meet Mike's eye, he's been staring at me curiously since we sat down. He knows something went down at the party.
I let out a big breath. "I did something bad."
"How bad?" He asks, setting down his beer.
My eyes dart around, noting how close the other people on the porch are. "I fucked Peter".
