We Just Can't Win...

She sighs and takes a hit off a joint that has been passing around the circle for about five minutes. She doesn’t give a reason as to why she’s sighing, but she has a look on her face. A look that leads me to believe she’s unhappy with her current situation. The fact is she’s dating Mel Harris, a guy I went to New York University with only a few years ago. They’re engaged, but they rarely see each other. Mel is taking some courses at Yale while she sits around a lavish Penthouse suite in hopes of becoming the perfect house wife.

I can tell by her movements, as she sways to The Refreshment’s We Just Can’t Win in slow motion. It’s the grass that’s making my head spin, the people around me slower and tolerable, but it’s making her seem even more perfect than that one night back in New York, when I took her virginity in a bathtub at the Four Seasons.

Valerie has this way about her, she’s eager to start the morning off right. Therefore I’m awoken to a pair of soft lips wrapped tightly around my shaft. I can’t help but feel for this girl, because all she wants is to be loved.

I lay back in bed and think about a time before graduation. Before the real world smacked me in the face, and my father’s death didn’t hover over my head. A time when I would sit in the rain, because I felt clean afterwards. Feeling refreshed and cleansed after the rain washed away my sins.

I get out of bed and wrap a robe around myself. In the bathroom, I can’t recognize my face, I’m a totally different person because of what I did with Valerie last night.

The night started off pretty innocent, a few drinks, a couple of kisses. Apparently, things took a turn for the worst when I turned on Pandora's Box and took my dick out and started dancing around to Death Cab For Cutie’s Someday You Will Be Loved. The song isn’t upbeat, so the dancing was kind of sadistic and unpracticed, so what she did next shocked me. She started weeping. Imagine my concern, I stand in front of a pornographic film, holding my you-know-what, while Valerie cries onto the bed sheets.

I start towards her and she jumps up, wrapping her arms around me and uttering the perfect words: Fuck me, Fuck Me.

So I fucked her; end of story.

Then came the morning after. I got a decent wake up called, which could be called head, and I even got a scrambled egg breakfast from her cook, who can’t cook. (This I noticed when he didn’t know what Eggs Benedict are). All through breakfast she massaged by genitals with her bare foot, motioning for me to come hither. At this point, I wasn’t interested anymore. I know it’s a pretty ridiculous thing to have decided this late in the game, but I had just come to the realization (that I should’ve come to a long time ago) that she was just using me, because Mel was gone. Not only did I take Valerie’s virginity, but I just ruined her hopes and dreams. Her marriage will never work, simply because there’s something she doesn’t know about Mel Harris: he’s gay.




Four days in a row?