Page 10 of Necessary Roughness

I wait until all the extra sensitivity is gone in my dick before I finally pull out. My load was huge and I watch as some of it spills out of her and onto the floor. She groans and I grab a towel from the bathroom and hand it to her.

“The good news is that if you want to wash off, we can just go out into the bubbles,” I tell her with a grin. But Natalie isn’t laughing; in fact, she looks…stunned. She holds the towel between her legs and sits up, a strange look on her face. For some reason, she can’t bring her eyes to mine.

“Are you okay?” I ask her. “I—I didn’t just read this situation completely backwards, did I?”

“No, no!” she says quickly, waving a hand dismissively. “You were fine. In fact…you were more than fine.”

“Thank you.” I grin proudly.

“It’s just…well…two things,” she says. “One, you came inside me and I’m not on birth control.”

For some reason that doesn’t actually bother me.

“And two…” Her voice trails off.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head as she stands and pulls her skirt down. “Never mind.”

“So…we’re okay?” I ask. I go over to her for a kiss. She lets me, but she’s not as into it as she was a minute ago, and that’s throwing me off. I want her to be happy. I want her to love what we just did. It was her first time; I don’t want her to have any regrets.

“We’re fine,” she says as she gets her clothes back on. I messed her shirt up pretty badly, so she just grabs my T-shirt from the couch and slides it on underneath to cover up. “I just need to go. I have…a story to write.”

“But you need to interview me for that, don’t you?” I ask.

“No,” she replies quickly as she heads for the door. “I got all I need.”

“Wait, Natalie.” I rush over to her, but she’s already out the door. I’m naked, but I don’t give a fuck. I go right out after her, drawing a bunch of cheers from the crowd.

“Natalie!” I shout over the thumping bass of the music. A girl with her tits out slaps my cock as I run. Another leaps in front of me, causing me to slip in the bubbles and land on my ass. She and her friends pile onto me, grinding their suds-covered bodies all over mine.

“Natalie!” I shout, but it’s too late; she’s already in the elevator. The last thing I see before the doors close in front of her face are tears spilling from her eyes.

7

Natalie

I cry the whole way back to campus. When I get back to my room, my throat is sore and my eyes are red from wiping away the tears. I’ve never felt more disappointed with myself in my entire life.

I’m not mad at Bobby; in fact, I’m absolutely smitten with him, which is just another reason why I’m angry at myself. But the main one is that I just cheated on Rick.

Okay, maybe I didn’t really cheat on him, but it feels like I did. Normally when we go on a break, we end up getting back together, and I guess when I left the formal tonight I figured that was what would end up happening. But then Bobby-fucking-Brodeur swept in and changed all that.

“Okay, Natalie,” I say to myself as I change out of my alcohol-soaked clothes. I really should shower; I can still feel Bobby’s enormous load dripping out of me. “Go over to his room and apologize. Tell him what happened and be honest about it. Tell him it’s over and you’re sorry.”

I can do that, right? Sure. I slide into some dry clothes and quickly make my way across campus. My heart is pounding as I replay the events of the night. You let him come in you! What’s wrong with you!?

It feels wrong right now, but it felt so right in the moment. In fact, it still feels right in some part of me. I could end up pregnant with Bobby Brodeur’s kid. Me!

The formal is winding down as I enter the dining hall that’s been converted for the night and scan the crowd for Rick. I see a few of his friends but I don’t see him. Everyone’s dressed to the nines and I’m here looking like a drowned rat. I quickly make my way to Wayne and tap him on the shoulder.

“Hey, have you seen Rick?” I ask. He’s drunk and looks at me with surprise.

“Hey, Nat…yeah, no. Haven’t seen him.”

He’s lying. I can always tell when Wayne is lying. A pit forms in my stomach and I turn away from him and continue my search, but after a couple of minutes it’s obvious Rick isn’t here. I’m two steps away from heading back to his room when I hear it: the sound of his voice from somewhere behind me.

I whirl around just in time to see a door to the kitchen swing shut, and just before it closes, I see my boyfriend with a blonde in his arms, pushing her up against one of the refrigerators. The pit in my stomach flares into a ball of flames. Here I was thinking I’d just committed a terrible sin; meanwhile, my boyfriend is cheating on me because I wouldn’t put out for him.

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