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April Writing Prompt


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“Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?” Isaac asks when I walk into my dorm after classes. He’s pacing the floor like he’s been waiting for me.

“Sure, what’s up?” I drop my bag on the floor and grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge.

Isaac finally stops pacing. “You might want to sit down for this.” He runs his hand through his hair.

“Oh shit, this can’t be good.” I take seat on the arm of the sofa and Isaac sits in the chair on the other side of the room. “Why are you sitting all the way over there? Afraid I’ll punch you or something?”

“Kinda.” Isaacs cheeks puff out as he exhales.

“What?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I’ve known Isaac most of my life.

“You remember this past weekend and how Charlee took off after the two of you got into an argument at the party?” Isaac looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, of course. I may have been drunk, but I remember that much.” I’m getting antsy waiting for Isaac to spit it out.

“Well, she ran into me, and we got to talking.”

I roll my eyes. Great, she’s airing our dirty laundry to my friends now. “Ok, and?” Does he really think I’ll hit him over that?

“Andwekissed,” Isaac mumbles out in a rush.

“You what?” I need to make sure he’s saying what I think he’s saying.

“We kissed,” Isaac whispers, but it’s loud enough that I can hear him plain as day.

“You kissed,” I repeat as my ears start ringing.

“Yeah, look Finn, I’m sorry,” he starts in a rush. “I don’t know what happened. We were just talking because she seemed upset. And it just happened so fast.”

I stand up, still holding my unopened water bottle in my left hand and stare him down. I shouldn’t be this pissed at him, but I am. I hate how my jealousy takes over sometimes.

Isaac stands too and holds his hands out in front of himself.

“Finn, like I said, I am really sorry. It didn’t mean anything, I swear!”

I let him babble on for a few more seconds before crossing the room in four long strides, stop in front of Isaac, curl my right hand into a fist, and cock my arm back, then punch him in the nose with all the force I can muster. Isaac flies back and trips over the chair he’d been sitting in as blood covers his face and starts making a mess.

“Shit Finn! I knew you were gonna fucking hit me, but I’m pretty sure you broke my damn nose!” Isaac hollers at me from the floor as I stand over him and stare down at him.

“Serves you right,” I reply as I walk toward the door and shake my hand.

I need to get some ice on it, but I yank the door open as Ollie is about to walk in. I brush past him as fast as I can, but not before I hear Ollie calling my name down the stairwell, but Isaac telling him to let me go.

I’m still seeing red as I stalk across campus to Charlee’s building. I pound on the door, and she opens it wearing her pajamas, a tank top, and shorts.

“Finn, hey. What’s up?”

We didn’t have plans to see each other and have hardly talked since the argument at the party.

“I need to talk to you,” I say as I walk past her and into the room.

“Ok.” Charlee closes the door and follows me to the sofa.

“Any particular reason you’re in your pajamas already?” I ask since it’s not even five yet.

“I wasn’t feeling well so I stayed home today.” Charlee crosses her arms over her chest.

“Oh. Is everything ok?” It’s not like I don’t care about her, but she’s been freezing me out since our argument.

“Yeah. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and then I woke up with a migraine,” she explains.

I nod, but don’t say anything.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I just got done talking to Isaac,” is all I say, and comprehension spread across her face.

“Oh.” Charlee tucks her lips between her teeth.

“Anything you want to tell me Char?” Does she even regret what happened?

“If you talked to him, I assume you already know what happened.” She’s not even trying to defend herself.

“Yeah, but I’m trying to understand why.” And I’m trying not to yell at her too.

“I was upset Finn! I don’t really have an explanation for you. I’m sorry. It’s not like I planned it.”

“Do you have feelings for him?” I can’t look at her as I wait for the answer. When did this relationship get so damn hard? We used to have fun and look forward to spending time together. Not so much anymore.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I never gave it much thought,” Charlee admits.

“I guess that’s something,” I whisper.

I rub my palms up and down my jean clad thighs before standing. I’m kind of embarrassed to tell her that I punched Isaac. I can’t stay here anymore. I need to clear my head.

“What are you thinking right now?” Charlee asks as I start pacing.

“Did anything else happen between you and Isaac?” I need to know.

“No, I swear,” she promises.

Charlee at least has always been honest with me.

“I don’t really think this is working anymore Charlee. I need to clear my head, but I know at the very least, right now we need to take a break,” I explain as I grab the doorknob, ready to leave.

“Really?” I can see tears welling up in her eyes and I need to leave before she starts crying. I hate to see her cry.

“Yeah. Just give me some time, ok?” I pull the door open and leave before she can beg me to stay.

I walk back to my building, but instead of going up to my dorm, I get in my car and drive off. I should be hungry, but I’m not, even though I skipped lunch. After driving for a bit, I pull into a bar and park. Drowning my sorrows in alcohol probably isn’t the smartest idea, but it’s what I’m doing anyway.

Inside I spot an empty stool at the bar and take it. The female bartender smiles at me as she gets closer, perky tits and all. “What can I get for you?”

I order a double shot of my favorite whiskey since they happen to have it and tell her to leave the bottle, then down the first shot.

“Uh oh. Bad day?” She’s flirting for tips, but I take the bait.

“Week,” I tell her as I pour a second.

I don’t talk to her much as I have my one-man pity party and lose count after my fourth double.

“You need to eat something,” she tells me as I pour another.

“Not hungry,” I grunt.

“At least have some fries,” she insists.

“Whatever.” I sip this shot because she might just be right.

A few minutes later she drops off a plate of hot fries, ketchup, and a glass of water.

“Thanks.” I can’t help but smile, even if it’s half-hearted at best. I pick up the glass of water and down half of it in a few gulps.

As I nibble at the plate of fries, I’m vaguely aware that someone sits on the stool next to mine and orders a drink. I glance over and see it’s someone I recognize from campus, but I can’t think of her name. After the bartender drops off her drink and she takes a sip I feel her eyes on me as I sip my shot and eat a few more fries.

“You look familiar.” She turns to face me.

“Yeah, so do you. We both go to college up the street,” I reply.

We talk a bit more and she tells me her name is Sherrie. Turns out we have a class together. We continue talking and drinking until they shut the bar down and we have to leave. I know I’m not able to drive and neither is Sherrie, so we share an Uber back to campus. While we’re riding back, we start making out. All the logic in my brain is gone and all I care about is tasting the wine on her lips and exploring her mouth with my tongue. The Uber driver pulls up in front of Sherrie’s building first and I ask the guy to wait while I walk her to her dorm. As soon as we get to the door Sherrie’s hands are all over me. My cock is already straining against my jeans, and I groan into her mouth when she rubs me over my jeans.

Then her hand finds the buckle of my belt and she gives it a tug. “You wanna come in?”

My nod is heavy as I kiss her again. “I need to let the Uber driver know he can leave. Wait right here.” I run down the steps and let him know I’m staying put. He doesn’t seem surprised, I guess because of our make out session. I run back up the two flights of stairs and Sherrie is still in the hallway waiting for me.

She opens the door to her dorm, takes my hand, and leads me inside. It’s dark and we stumble through the common area to her room. As soon as the door is shut, and I hear the lock click I can’t help myself. My tongue drives into her mouth as my hands grip her hips hard.
“This is probably a really bad idea,” I try to insist as she pulls her top over her head and flings it to the floor. Her tits heave up and down in time to her heavy breathing.
“So? Don’t think,” she begs.
I can’t hold back anymore, and I bury my face in her chest as she unclasps her bra and lets it fall.
“Shit,” I cup her tits and pull a nipple into my mouth as I suck, and she moans.
Then Sherrie lies down on the bed on her back, spreads her legs and motions for me to join her. I kneel on the mattress next to her and pull her skirt down to her ankles, revealing a thong that matches her bra.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask Sherrie. I don’t have one on me.

“I’m on the pill,” she says. Then adds, “and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too.” She tugs at my jeans and pulls the belt buckle open halfway before I take over. As soon as I get my jeans down Sherrie tugs at the waistband of my boxers as I pull my t-shirt over my head. As I roll her thong down her legs Sherrie reaches into my boxers and wraps her hand around my cock. My boxers go next and her eyes light up when she sees my erection standing at attention. I kneel on the bed between her thighs and run two fingers along her slit.
“God, you’re drenched.” I gasp as I pull my fingers out and lick them.
“Want a taste first?” Sherrie asks as she runs her fingers along her slit and licks them, then moans as she starts rubbing her clit in lazy circles.

I slide two fingers into her center and feel her walls tense around them. Then my tongue finds her clit and I lose myself as I taste her sweet juices.
“Shit, just like that,” she moans as her hips lift.
I suck on her clit then lick up her slit with my fingers still thrusting inside her. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come on my fingers baby.”

Her hips keep rhythm with my thrusting as my thumb rubs her clit then my tongue is on her clit again as she cries out and her pussy clenches around my fingers and she rides out her orgasm as I thrust three fingers into her.
“Fuck!” Sherrie’s body finally relaxes as she comes down from her climax. “My turn,” she insists as she gets me onto my back and wraps her hand around my shaft.
I hiss as she strokes a few times then rubs the tip of my cock and my pre cum glides over the tip.
Her lips are around my cock before I realize what she’s doing and it hits the back of her throat.
“I’m gonna come baby,” I warn her. Then my hot liquid shoots out and she swallows it as I moan loud and deep. “Damn! I had no idea you were this good.” The whiskey might be affecting me a bit too much too.
Sherrie smiles as she milks my cock dry and licks the drops that seep out.
“I need to ride you,” she whispers as she crawls up and kisses me. I taste my come on her lips and I’m hard all over again. “Round two?” Sherrie straddles me and brushes the tip of my cock with her pussy.
I nod, and she wastes no time lowering herself onto my cock. I hiss as she pauses for just a second.
“What?” I ask, thinking something’s wrong.
“It just feels so damn good,” she replies breathlessly.
Once she’s seated all the way down onto my pelvis she leans forward and kisses my lips. I grab her hips to hold her there a moment longer before she starts riding me. As she pulls away her hands are on my chest and my hands find her tits. I want to look her in the eyes, but my eyes can’t stay open. The sensation of her pussy sliding up and down my cock is too much to handle. I want this to last, but my hips start thrusting in time with her movements and I don’t know how long I can last. Damn whiskey.

Sherrie moans as she pinches one of my nipples and my hands squeeze her tits. “Faster,” I urge her as I feel my climax building.
“God, I’m close!” She moans.
“Come on my cock Sherrie, I’m begging you,” I manage to get out as she lifts up then falls back down and finally grinds on my cock as her release hits her. My body lets go and I pull her to me as I spill inside her. Her head is tucked into my neck as she slows down and we both come down from our highs.
“Finn?” She whispers after a moment of lying still, her still on top of me and my cock, now limp, still inside of her.
“Yeah?” I don’t know what’s going through her mind, and I don’t know if I really want to know.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” she says as she hops up and darts into the bathroom.
Well, that sure killed the mood, but I sit up, grab some tissues, and wipe my cock off then toss it on the floor. I’ll clean it up later.
In the bathroom I sit on the floor next to Sherrie and rub her back as she pukes in the toilet. After a few minutes she sits back on her feet and rests her head on my shoulder.
“At least I made it to the bathroom,” she says then chuckles.
“True.” I can’t argue with that.
After a few more minutes I help her back to her bed, then grab a t-shirt out of her dresser and get it on her before she passes out. I climb in next to her and cover us up, my eyes refusing to stay open.

I don’t know if either one of us will remember this in the morning, or not. But Sherrie’s breathing is even and I feel mine evening out too as I drift off.

When I stir, there’s light streaming in through the window, but thankfully the curtains are closed because my head is pounding. Sherrie isn’t in bed, but I hear the shower running. I don’t know how long it’ll be before she gets out, but I take advantage of the fact that I’m alone, pull on my clothes as fast as I can and see myself out.

Sherrie’s building isn’t far from mine, so the walk doesn’t take very long. As soon as I get up to my dorm I don’t even bother to undress, just kick my shoes off, I plop down onto my bed and pull my pillow over my head before going back to sleep.

I don’t know how much time passes, but I wake up to someone pounding on my bedroom door. I didn’t lock it, but my roommates and I have a rule about not opening each other’s doors if we’re not invited in.

“It’s open,” I manage to get out.

Ollie sticks his head in. “Charlee’s here looking for you.”

“Shit. Ok, tell her she can come in.” I rub my face with my hands before sitting up. The room spins, but I feel somewhat better than I did before.

I pull my phone out of my jeans pocket and see it’s almost two in the afternoon. My stomach growls at me and I know I need to eat something.

Charlee taps on my door and waits even though it’s not closed all the way.

“Come on in.” The fact that I missed most of my classes for the day finally dawns on me. I’ll have to talk to my professors about making up the work.

“Hungover?” She asks as she walks in and shuts the door but doesn’t move further into the room.

“Kind of.” And the fact that I probably just ruined any chance of working things out with Charlee hits me too.

“I was wondering why you weren’t in class earlier.” Charlee crosses her arms over her chest and stares at the floor.

“Now you know why,” I tell her.

“Finn, is there any way we can try to work this out?” Charlee finally looks at me.

I shrug. “There’s something you might want to know first.”

“What?” Charlee asks, and I can almost see her cringe like she knows what I’m about to say.

“I slept with someone else last night.” Even though we’re technically broken up, I feel like a piece of shit for doing it.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Charlee lifts her hands and plops them down at her sides as she stares up at the ceiling like she’s trying not to cry.

“I’m sorry. I was pissed. I got drunk. I was stupid and I feel like an asshole.” I stare at the floor as I wait for Charlee to say something.

“I’m sorry too Finn. I really was hoping we could try to work this out, but now I don’t know if I want to.” My head snaps up to look at her. Charlee narrows her eyes at me as she shakes her head.

“So that’s it then? We’re over?” I don’t know what else to say.

“Looks that way.” Charlee wipes at her eyes as tears fall.

I stand up and hold my hands out to her. “Char.”

“Don’t.” Charlee holds a hand out to stop me.

My cell phone rings in my pocket and makes us both jump. I pull it out, but don’t recognize the number. I answer it and it turns out to be Sherrie. I turn away and whisper, “can I call you back in a few minutes?” then hang up the phone. But when I turn around, Charlee’s already gone, and my door is wide open.

Maybe it’s for the best that we’re not together anymore. I close my door, plop down on my bed, and call Sherrie back. We talk and make plans to get something to eat after I take a shower. I don’t know what will happen between us, but it won’t be anything serious any time soon. And the sooner she knows that, the better.

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