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  • He neared a large, dark room on the left. The music was deafeningly loud at first, but as his ears accustomed to it, he dared to inch a little closer. Strobe lights raked the ceiling and walls, and peppered the heads of a hundred dancing teens with specks of light. Fear stabbed at Ben, but he inched closer into alien territory. He could make out voices now, and a faint cheering started to emanate from deeper in the house. Against his better judgment, he followed the source of cheering, going deeper into the darkness. The sound he was following died away, and soon he was completely surrounded, boxed in by strangers who were dancing, writhing, laughing. Ben’s anxiety was on the verge of peaking as the flickering lights blinded him, and readied to push his way to safety when he heard it again. The high pitched cheers of girls were punctuated by an occasional ‘Whoop!’ A circle was formed around two figures, and as he came nearer Ben could make out the name ‘Alyssa’ being yelled. He looked over the tops of a few heads and saw a girl - that same blond girl from the mall, the same beautiful young woman who had watched as he was humiliated - locking lips with a boy. The crowd was cheering because the two were the most popular kids in the local high school, and they were making out right there in the open. Ben froze in place. She looked sensual as she arched her back, pulling him into her lips. Her hair had fallen to the side of her face as she moved her hips along with his. “Yeah Alyssa!” a girl right next to Ben yelled. Ben’s left ear rang and he stifled hardcore the urge to punch her in the face. He focused on the blond girl – Alyssa – and ran his memory, trying to think of whether blowjob he had seen the boy at the mall with her earlier today. The sounds around him were amateur merging into white noise. He stared at them, his face expressionless. Time seemed to slow down. What felt like twenty minutes of staring couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. Finally, Ben tore his gaze away, turned around, and pushed through the crowd. He opened the bathroom door and slipped inside, and turned the lock behind him. He stumbled to the toilet and knelt over it. Envy seared into his heart like molten iron, and he vomited into the toilet bowl. After his stomach had calmed down, he settled against the wall, and let tears roll down his cheeks. Here he was, a twenty two year old Blonde at a high school party, drunk and crying because someone else had kissed the girl he wanted. Jesus Christ. A surge of puke escaped his mouth again, and he leaned over the toilet just in time. Ben felt four inches tall as he scurried out of the house. He felt like everyone could see right through him. As if they all knew how pathetic he was. He rinsed his mouth public with his drink, and the taste of vomit subsided. The fresh air outside felt welcoming, and the relative quiet of the night helped clam his nerves. He plopped down on a stone bench and let out a deep sigh. He rested his head back and closed his eyes. The night had been a complete fucking waste. He should have followed his instincts and stayed locked up in his room, safe, safe from all the fuckers who roamed the world outside. Another audible sob escaped him. All that had been achieved was an affirmation on his views on the outside world. After they got married, they went on a honeymoon, but when they got home, I tried to spy on them as much as I could. Liz asked her son nervously. Her hand came up to my side and I felt her press me backwards, so I backed off and loosened amateur my grip on her butt cheeks. “I don’t know. I got to my feet and glanced over at the second booth, suddenly remembering the guy who had come in after we did. I groaned. He dressed casual but neat and went to fill out the paperwork for his job. After five more such steps, she leaned forward, examined public the fortress of trees Brandon had made to guard our flags, blowjob then raised her massive foot. The exception being Chad, who saw my vulnerability as a predator see’s prey. "Hey, who's that?" he said, pointing at a figure lying on hardcore a lounge chair, evidently tanning herself in the midday sun. She’d hoped for this, to have these feelings for someone, but she didn’t expect them so soon. His body trembled as he shot his load up Blonde into my wife. It was to play a pivotal part in the story.
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