My Bestie's Dad Popped My Cherry

"What the hell Marcus?" I could not shout. The words had come out as a strained whisper. It seemed as though my eyes had been deceiving me, and then suddenly I was angry. Not at Marcus but at myself—for being such a fool all this time.

Why had I believed him and listened anytime he told me not to come to a party because he wasn't going to be there and it wasn't safe for me to be on my own? I had always thought it was because he was protective and did not want guys to hit on me. But now I knew the reason and it was certainly not because he gave a fuck about me.

"You promised you weren't going to come," he said, turning to face me. He was still fucking her as he spoke. "So all your promises have been fake?"

"You're despicable," I spat in disgust. His audacity to say those words made my heart twist painfully. "So fucken..." I trailed off as my voice got stuck in my throat.

"You can't blame me," he rolled his eyes, finally pulling himself out of the girl who watched with amusement. "I couldn't stay celibate forever. It's not my fault you were being so uptight about sex."

"Seriously?" I asked, tears spilling from my eyes. Angrily, I stormed away from the scene, my chest heaving painfully.

Marcus had been the most perfect guy in the world to me so this came as a shock. He has always told me that no girl could ever compare to me. He had told me that we would be together forever no matter what. I remember we had talked about some of his friends who cheated on their girlfriends together. We had judged those boys together while he was doing the same thing.

My phone beeped followed by an incoming call. It was from my roommate Layla. Hurriedly, I wiped my tears and cleared my throat.

"Hey babe," she slurred over the phone. "I sent you a couple of pictures. I think you should check it."

"What's it about?"

"Have you been crying?" She asked. From the way she talked, I could tell she was slightly tipsy.

"No," I faked a laugh. "Give me a moment."

I opened my messages and stared at all the pictures she had sent me.

"I'm sorry, babe. I found out and had to tell you."

"It's okay," I cried. The pictures had been screenshots of a sex conversation Marcus had with the girl in the bathroom. They had been exchanging nudes and from what I was reading, they had slept together several times. "I saw them today."

"Oh my gosh," Lovina gasped. "Babe, I'm so sorry. It would have been better if he invited you for a threesome and—"

"It's fine," I shut her up immediately. My roommate was a sexual pervert. "It's fine really."

"Screw him," Lovina said. "He doesn't deserve you bae."

I was silent for a while.

"Hey, if you want to sleep in the room tonight let me know. I'll kick these boys out if you're not comfortable with having them."

"It's cool. I'm not sleeping in tonight. See you tomorrow." I hung up and walked down the stairs. Leslie was having so much fun playing pingpong so I decided not to interrupt her.

I walked out of the house and to her car. I sighed, forgetting that the keys were with her. Luckily for me, a guy walked out with her. She was very drunk.

"Hey, I noticed you two walked in together," he said. "She's a bit wasted. Can you help out?"

"Yeah, sure," I smiled at him. I pulled out her car keys from the back of her jeans pocket and unlocked the car door. He gently helped me to put her into the car gently.

"Hey, can I have your number?" He asked. "I want to make sure she's safe and at least know who to hold responsible if anything happens," he teased."

"Sure," I gave it to him, trying my best to smile.

*+*+*+*+*+*

It had been hard getting the directions to Leslie 's new house from her due to her drunkenness. Finally, we arrived at her new house and at first I had thought the directions she gave me were wrong due to the massive structure.

It was a mansion that had the gates opened by uniformed staff. They recognized the car and let me in, then there was a butler who helped me to carry a drunken Leslie up the stairs to her room.

When she was settled in bed, I picked up my phone and stared at the multiple texts from Marcus.

I can explain.

She's just for sex I swear. Celibacy is not an easy thing.

Addison ! Pick your damn phone. I didn't mean what I said to you earlier. It was the alcohol speaking.

I sighed and walked out of the room, bumping into Leslie 's mom. "Hello, darling."

"Hi," I smiled. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." She pulled me into a hug. “Are you okay? You look sad.”

“I'm good.”

“If you say so. Where's Leslie ?"

"Passed out," I chuckled. My stomach rumbled at that moment.

"Oh dear, you must be starving. You can fix yourself a meal in the kitchen. Feel free." She began walking down the stairs. "There should be cereal in the cupboard or leftover pizza in the fridge."

"Thanks," I smiled. I didn't really have an appetite to eat much, but I felt like snacking so I could distract my mind from Marcus.

"How's your mom doing?" She asked.

"The same as usual." I shrugged.

"Still in a coma huh?" Leslie 's mom frowned. "Have you visited her lately?"

I felt guilty. "No."

"You should." With one last pat, she walked away from me completely.

The kitchen was magnificent in nature. Marble countertops covered the islands. There were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling above the islands. The fridge was so huge and there were various kitchen appliances as if it were a restaurant's kitchen. There was even a brick oven for pizza-making.

One thing I noticed was that the house wasn't exactly made for short people like me. I stretched my hands upward and had to tiptoe just to get the cupboard open. Then to my disappointment, the cereal was on the second layer.

I tried tiptoeing higher but still could not reach it.

Suddenly, I felt a warm and hard body pressing into my bare back and sturdy tattooed hands reached over my head, grabbing the cereal with ease.

"I've got you," a sensual voice whispered behind my ear, the person's warm breath fanning my neck as he handed me the cereal.

I felt wet between my legs.