Games

Stone Maxwell

It was loud, the air was tarnished with the smog of cigarette smoke and a group hitting a bong in the corner. Parties were always the same, we all drank too much, and made decisions we regretted in the morning. Not as if we would ever admit to it but the facts were all there. Life in a Frat House used to be so much more fun, the hot sorority chicks, and everyone knowing your name. Not to be that guy, but I knew every single chick on this campus knew my name. I had probably slept with over half of them, yet I could not tell you their names. Drink, fuck, screw up. That was kind of my life's motto. I bring the red solo cup up to my lips and wet them with the bitter alcohol inside it, the burn is good, the scorch traveling down my throat into my empty stomach gives me the odd sensation that I am alive. I sit around the group of people that I have accustomed myself with. They were as fucked up as me, though we never talked about it, we sort of all just gravitated toward one another.

I feel hands slide through my hair and it makes my scalp prickle, "Do not touch my hair." I say in annoyance, pushing Lexie's hands away from me. I have certain rules with the chicks I bang, and she just broke one. I set these rules in place for a reason, it was kind of a marker. Once they passed it, I knew that they were getting too comfortable, and that meant it was time to let them go.

"Don't have a bitch fit," Lexie rolls her eyes at me.

I had fucked up once again. I had allowed myself to be seduced by Lexie, who just happened to be one of the people that attached themselves to the group. I knew better, I should have told her to fuck off the night she basically hopped into my bed after I was too drunk to remember my own name. I ended up fucking her though, so now she was desperately trying to keep me attached to her, act like she had a claim on me. I knew what kind of person she was the moment I met her. The type that wants what everyone else wants but can not have. It made her feel important and gave her life a sense of purpose to be able to gossip that she had fucked Stone Maxwell. That was not enough though, now that she had been fucked by me, her next step was proving that she could keep me, change me into a man that wanted a serious relationship. Lexie was going to be that woman, the woman with the magic pussy, such a great fuck that I would not want anyone else. This girl, with her half naked body, and heavy makeup was not it. No one would ever be enough for me; I would not allow that to ever happen.

Lars, Lexie, Kitty, and Jax. They were the people that I had chose to surround myself with. I do not think we would actually call ourselves friends, but we liked one another more than the other fuckers out there, so that was what brought us together every night. Once we all graduated, we would go our own ways and would never see each other again. Friendship like relationships were overrated. Out of the group I would say that Jax was the closets thing to a friend that I had, he was more the silent type, he seen more than anyone but said little to nothing. I liked that. Lars was the loser with no future, his dad bought his way into this school, and he would most likely end up flunking out. Kitty, she was okay, annoyingly obnoxious with her cheery attitude, but she was genuine. It was rare to find legitimate people in the world now a days, probably why Jax scooped her up as soon as he seen her. All the power to them, just because I did not want it for myself, did not mean I did not want to see other people happy.

Speaking of Jax, he made his way through the crowd, looking exhausted and through his body down onto the couch beside me. I offered him my drink, which surprisingly he took without coaxing, and downed it. Jax hardly drank and when he did it was in moderation, so this was interesting to see. I raised a brow at him in amusement and he rolled his eyes. "Long day?" I ask lightly.

"Yeah, you can say that again." He nods letting out a low breath. "Spent the entire day with Kitty and her roommate at the mall."

I wince, every guy's dream, shopping for hours at the mall with chicks.

"That freaky looking chick?" Lars asks suddenly finding out conversation so interesting. Jax looks uncomfortable and gives Lars a blank stare.

Lexie pipes in, "Yeah poor Kitty got paired up with a Freshman and she looks like a runaway nun on crack." She laughs bitterly, "Like that awful hair color, no one would ever seriously believe that is her natural color, so it does not suit the image she is trying to present. I am little miss Virgin Marry, yet I dye my hair a God-awful color to make you notice me." She scrunches up her nose nastily.

Jax takes a full cup from the table in front of us and drinks it, "She is not that bad." He mumbles.

At this my ears perk up, I can not help the way my attention has been caught, Jax does not defend people. Especially people that are not part of the group and that we barely know. Unfortunately for him, Lexie also zeros in on him, which makes him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"Not that bad?" she asks in her high-pitched dramatic voice. "Last time I check you are with Kitty, right or did that change within the last few hours?"

I can see the muscle in Jax jaw tick in annoyance, "It's not like that. All I said was that she is not that bad and if I were you Lexie I would watch out." He stated taking another gulp.

"Watch out, for what? Little miss Mary sunshine is going to steal my man?" she asks sweetly, too sweetly.

My own annoyance rises but before I can open my mouth Jax beats me to it. "In order for her to steal your man, you would have to have one." He announces, "Stone, is not yours, and you know that. Like I said watch out, Kitty has taken the whole day to transform "Virgin Mary" into…something else." He grapples for the right words.

"No makeover on this earth would ever be enough to make that little girl look even halfway decent. No man on this campus is going to want to get with that, unless money was involved." As soon as she says it, the wheels start turning, and I can see the scheme hatching.

Images of a pale naked body float to the surface and blink a little. Kitty's roommate was bare in front of me, her skin was so pale it seemed to glow, and her hair was down and curling in the sexiest way. The girl seemed wild and exciting, she had made him hard instantly, which was saying a lot, since he had just fucked Lexie two seconds before seeing her. The most flawless skin and the palest pink nipples, her body was slim, yet round in all the right areas. Her breasts were nice and full, her hips flared, and her pussy was hairless and sleek. I feel myself growing hard thinking about her again, which I had done multiple times after she slammed the door in my face when I helped her back to her dorm. I have never seen someone who looked like her, when I first seen her in Kitty's room, I did think she was freaky looking. The prudish way she dressed mixed with the exotic way she looked. It did not really fit but when I seen her naked and her hair down and wildly doing what it wanted to…that was an image that I will never forget.

"I would fuck her for some cash." Lars laughs as he hits a joint.

Here we go, let the games begin.