Page 5 of Tasting Innocence
Chapter Two
Jayden invitesus all to his frat house the weekend following the pool party at my place, because they’re having some huge beach themed party. I’m currently three beers and two shots in, wearing only my board shorts and a lei that some chick gave me.
“Dex!” Chelsea yells from across the room, drunker than I am.
“Chelsea!” I yell back.
She laughs and rushes over, slamming into me and causing my drink to slosh over my cup and land on the floor.
“Long time, no see,” I tell her.
“I’ve been gone for a few weeks, but I’m back now.” She gives me a flirty look, biting down on her lip.
“I see that.” I grin. “Nice swimsuit.”
“Oh, you noticed?” She spins around, showing me that it’s a thong.
“I think everyone has noticed.”
“I only care if you have.”
“Is that right?” I ask, pulling her into my side, my hand resting right above her ass.
“What’re you doing later? Crashing here or going home?”
“I’ll probably be too drunk to go home,” I tell her, taking another swig.
“Me too,” she says with a snort and giggle. “Maybe we can find a place…” She trails off, but I know what she’s getting at.
I glance over her head and spot Jayden talking to a few people in the corner. When he meets my gaze, I lift my eyebrows and jerk my thumb toward the stairs. He rolls his eyes before lifting his head, letting me know it’s okay to go to his room.
“Come on.”
Chelsea giggles as we jog upstairs and find our way to Jayden’s room. She quickly throws herself at me, kissing me sloppily, before dropping to her knees and pulling my shorts down.
My cock is already semi-hard, but after a few seconds of being in her mouth, I’m fully erect and ready to sink into a tight pussy. Violet’s face flashes in my mind briefly before I shove that thought away. I’ve really got to stop thinking that’s a possibility.
“Get up,” I say, giving her a hand.
I move to the dresser I know Jayden keeps his condoms in, and grab one, ripping it open. She pulls her bikini bottoms down her thighs and turns around and places her hands on the door. I sheathe myself and press two fingers to her pussy to make sure she’s ready before I slide inside.
Chelsea and I have hooked up a couple times before, and it’s always good. Not spectacular, but not terrible. There’s no passion or emotion. It’s simply sex.
I do enough to get her to come, and then I enjoy my own orgasm. To be honest, I’m getting a little bored with these meaningless hookups. It’s probably weird for a twenty-year-old to say that, but I’ve been having sex since I was sixteen, and they’ve never meant anything to me.
“That was fun,” she says, scraping her nails gently down my chest. “Until next time.”
I force a smile. “I’ll be around.”
She opens the door and sets out to head to the bathroom while I tie off the condom and get ready to toss it in the trash.
The sound of two girls giggling hits my ears before their faces appear in the doorway. Violet and Monique stop short when they see me, and Vi’s smile drops as her eyes track the condom making its way to the trash can.
She quickly regains a grin and aims it at me. “I see you found second base, afterall.”
“More like a homerun,” Monique murmurs.
“What’re you doing here?” I ask, not wanting to talk about what just went down.