To any other guy, she was a fucking prize lay. There was no doubt in my mind that she'd be a good time.
I could feel the alcohol working its way through my body, but as she reached up and kissed me on the lips, I knew it just wasn't going to be enough. I needed something; something I swore I'd never have again. I cleared my throat. "Where's your bathroom? I gotta take a leak first."
She pointed at the bathroom and I walked the rest of the way there. Once inside, I locked the door and opened the medicine cabinet.
Bingo!
A bottle of Percs were sitting there calling my name. I looked at myself in the mirror as I popped two in my mouth. It was just this one time; a temporary fix in order to help someone I loved. I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't necessary. I swallowed them down my dry throat and flushed the toilet to make it seem authentic.
Heather was sprawled out over top the covers of her bed. I stared at her body as I kicked off my shoes and started unbuttoning my jeans. She knew what I came here for and was ready to give it to me. She climbed toward me on her hands and knees and once she got to the edge of the bed, she sat up and rubbed her thighs while she watched me continue to remove my clothes.
"After tonight, you're going to be sorry you made me wait so long. Are you sure you're ready for the best night of your life."
If she only knew. "Hell yeah! Bring that shit on."
She motioned with her finger for me to join her on the bed. My boxer shorts dropped to the floor and I kicked them off as I approached her. I ripped the condom wrapper with my teeth and applied it to my semi erect dick. She reached over and licked my lip, before biting down and pulling on it. When both of my knees were on her mattress, she pushed me down on my back and jumped on top of me. I didn't have to show initiative when it came to this girl, she was leading the way. If this little slut wanted it dirty, I was going to give her a run for her money. I grabbed her hair and pulled back, forging forward with our first real kiss. She was rough and her vigorous tongue was untamed. Her body rocked over me, as she began taking off her bra. Her perky tits sprung free and she shoved them into my face. While she rocked back and forth, dry humping the shit out of me, the room started to spin and everything began moving in slow motion. I could feel the high beginning and taking me to the place I needed to be in my mind. Still even with the drugs running through my veins, I didn't for a second forget how much I hated the bitch. I wasn't here to fuck her, I was here to fuck her over.
To be perfectly honest, I had a hard time performing. Here was this chick with a rocking hot body, who was ready and willing to give me whatever I wanted, but looking at her just made me think of what I was losing. I rolled her over, flipping her around, so that I could hit that shit from the back and not have to look at her. It was better and let me concentrate more, plus it hid my disgust. The more I thrusted inside of her, the more I thought about all the things she'd done to my family, starting with Van. I grabbed her hair and rammed into her as hard as I could, taking out all my frustrations. Her head began slamming into the headboard, but I kept up my pace regardless. She cried out and I knew I was hurting her, but I didn't care. I wanted to hurt her. Without even thinking, I reached around and put my hands around her neck, while I rocked my hard cock into her. She cried out, feeling me releasing against her.
Afterwards, I walked into the bathroom to flush the rubber down the toilet. I could tell my eyes were dilated and hated myself for taking the damn pills, even though without them I wouldn't have been able to go through with it. Heather followed me in the bathroom and started the shower. "How's your night so far, sexy?"
I closed my eyes and kissed the top of her head. The bile was sitting at the base of my throat. "I'll show you when you get out of the shower. Get all clean for me, baby."
I waited for her to climb in and start washing her hair before I ran into her room and started ripping through her shit. It didn't take me long to find a camera sitting on her dresser. I stood in front of the door, so I could hear when the water turned off, and began flipping through the pictures. After at least a hundred ridiculous ones, I stood there looking at the proof I'd needed the whole time. Ty was set up for sure. Over twenty pictures of two people trying to pose him to look like he was doing something with Heather. It was clear in every photo that he was completely unconscious. Her cell phone starting ringing across the room and I didn't want her to hear it and come running, so I reached over to shut it off and saw Rick's damn picture lighting up on the screen. I hit ignore and started flipping through her messages, noticing that for the past month they had been sending each other a lot more than hellos and goodbyes. In fact, the messages went all the way back to the night of our double date. Apparently when Amy and I had our little meeting in the bathroom, they were exchanging numbers. A new message chimed and when I saw it, I couldn't believe it at first.