Dante
A loud bang on my door jolted me awake. My heart was pounding like it might stop any second. I sat up, trying to catch my breath.
"Hey, new guy. C'mon, open the door," a familiar voice called from the other side. It was Mateo.
I sighed, half annoyed and half relieved. What a nuisance.
I lazily dragged myself to the door and opened it.
"You aren't dressed yet?" he scoffed as he scanned me from head to toe.
"Dressed for what?" I asked, yawning loudly.
"The party, dummy."
I know I said I wanted to attend the party earlier, but now I'm having a second thought on that. I wanted to return to my sleep.
"The thing is…" I started, but was immediately cut short by him. He nudged me on my shoulder, letting himself in.
"No excuses, Dante. You don't have to sulk yourself in the room forever. You need some social experience." He walked to my closet and started throwing my clothes unceremoniously on the bed. I grunted in frustration as I watched him. He suddenly stopped at turned to look at me with disgust written all over his face, and a black turtle neck top and a pair of pants in his hand.
"Dude, what are you? A nerd? You need to work on your closet," he bluffed, rolling his eyes, "Here, wear this."
I sighed in frustration and walked into the bathroom to change. Don't blame me, I'm a shy person and can't possibly expose myself in front of him.
When I was finally done, we made our way to the party venue. When we got there, the first thing that hit me was the loud music. It pulsed through the air and vibrated through the floor. I saw a few guys gather around a girl while she twerked. They were cheering for her.
As a bum lover, I think I'm going to give her a ten out of ten.
We walked into the entrance and were led by a girl to a small room. It was some sort of VIP, which made me start to view Mateo as the life of the party. Everyone around seems to know him. I saw him earlier as someone whose life revolves around the school, but I was wrong.
Opposite the room we were in, I saw two guys kissing and slinging their tongues together.
Trust me; I have nothing against the LGBTQ₊ community, as long as they have nothing to do with me. While coming here, I saw girls getting down and dirty on each other. It was a pleasant show to behold, and I low-key wanted to join them as well.
But watching these two guys like they were doing now? Watching them explore and touch each other like that? I think I'm gonna pass. It has never been my thing. Maybe that's because it makes me feel uncomfortable.
But why? Why can't I keep my eyes off them?
"Dude, you are beginning to stare too much and it's getting creepy," Mateo called, giving me a gentle shove on my shoulder.
"Huh," it took me a while to realize that I had indeed been staring at them.
The door to the room was widely open, probably because they cared less, or maybe didn't realize the door was still open, because they were both backing us.
"I'm not staring," I cleared my throat, adjusting my cloth around my neck.
"Mmhm!"
A rough husky moan made me freeze. It was coming from the opposite room. Curiosity got the best of me as I turned to know who it was coming from, but all I could see was a manly figure holding the waist of the other guy as he was pounding deeply into him from behind.
He was putting on a watch that I know I have only seen somewhere, but can't place my finger on where exactly.
Honestly, I didn't quite understand why my heart was beating so fast as I stared at them. The back-and-forth movement was intense.
"Shit," I cursed when I felt someone touch me on my shoulder.
It was a stripper. Mateo must have brought them in, but I wasn't relieved when they walked into the room. The lady walked to my front and bent to unzip my pants. Maybe that's what I needed to take my mind off those guys. I threw my head against the chair as I closed my eyes to feel every blissful moment the hot lady was giving me.
She is good at this job. I let out a soft moan when she did a magic thing with her tongue on me.
Just as I was about to climax, I was brought back to reality when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. The screen lit up to my Mom's face as the ID.
"Who's calling?" the hot lady asked, but I gave her no reply. She doesn't need to know.
I gently nudged her to continue what she was doing.
I turned to find Mateo riding on the other stripper. The one I was with must have felt left out as she tried to let me into her honey pot. I gently declined and zipped myself back up. I'm always extra careful when it comes to penetration. I don't go in without protection. The lady also adjusted herself and said, "No refunds."
For someone who didn't know that the whole thing was already paid for, I simply nodded and walked to the mini bar in the room to grab a drink. I took out my phone to text my mom, but changed my mind and started going through my Instagram. My girlfriend's message popped up, and I immediately rushed to know what she had dropped.
It was a view-once video with a 'watch when alone' description.
I smiled to myself, already knowing what the message meant, and dropped a heart emoji for her.
My mind went back to Mateo, and I saw him snoring on the couch. He was completely wasted and had his head at an awkward angle and his mouth wide open. Not to mention the fact that he was drooling as well. I checked the time, and it was the dorm's curfew time. It's still my first day in school, and I wouldn't like to be breaking any rules. It's a good thing the party venue wasn't far from my dorm, but that was only with a taxi.
"Fuck, you are heavy," I groaned, not wanting to be the one to carry him to his dorm. I didn't even know his dorm. I tried carrying him up but stopped when a female voice spoke. It was one of the strippers.
"You don't have to worry about that, someone is coming to pick him up."
I groaned in frustration, gently dropped him back, and made my way out of the party. The party was still booming loudly, and people were still dancing and cheering.
It was a ten-minute ride back to my dorm, and thank goodness I arrived on time. I made my way straight to my room but was met with a bizarre scene. My room was wide open. Someone must have come to steal my stuff.