This chapter is not part of the main continuity of my story anymore. This is only a oneshot, that will not play into anything else relating to the storyline I'm producing. Thank you, and enjoy.
The Disney vacation had been nearly a month ago. Wes had to go on a family trip after his grandfather passed away, and I knew that sex was off the table for the time being. Besides, school was starting up soon, and I had to get back into my good girl routine. I was still undoubtedly going to have sex, but I still wanted to keep up good grades, and I knew that if I was distracted by constant fucking, I wouldn't be able to keep up my high honors status.
Wes came back into school a couple weeks after it started, and I had to admit, he was different. He wasn't his usual, Wes-like self. He was... distant. Reclusive. I didn't know what to do about it, so I just kept my distance. I knew he needed space, so I gave it to him. Our relationship didn't stop. It more like... went on a bit of a pause. I just gave him his space.
Homecoming was a week and a half away, so by then, Wes and my relationship had been in limbo for almost two months. I knew that Wes and Tyler had been hanging out a lot more often, but I had no idea what they did while they were together. And then one night, the few days before homecoming, I came home after helping Lindsay pick out a dress to find a half-empty liquor bottle on the dining room table. I could hear someone sobbing, and the sound was coming from Tyler's bedroom. As I walked slowly over to it, the door burst open, and Wes stumbled out, his face sweaty and his clothes messed up, as if they had been hastily put on. Tyler stumbled out behind him, holding another bottle of alcohol in his hand with his jeans unbuckled. I looked from Tyler to Wes, and then Wes and I both ran outside. Wes, I realized, was the one who had been sobbing.
Through his sobs, he told me how Tyler had been drinking the past few weeks. At first, their guy's nights was just a hang out session. And then, Tyler had suggested trying something else. It had started out as Wes wearing a vibrator on his dick, something that Wes wasn't totally okay with, but put up with it. And then it turned into more. And then it turned into full on rape.
This was why Wes was so depressed recently. This was what had been wrong with him. I did my best to comfort him, as well as calling the police.
Tyler was taken into custody, and I don't know what happened after that. The police found out that Dad was giving Tyler alcohol, even though he was underage, and ended up getting arrested, too. Chloe didn't understand most of what was going on, but I could tell that she could understand more than she was letting on. Wes and I were getting closer after what had happened with Tyler. He and I were going to homecoming with each other, and I still had to pick out a dress!
I went with Mom and Chloe to pick out a dress. I had recently confided with my mother the fact that I had been having copious amounts of time, and she didn't seem to mind. If anything, she seemed enthusiastic about it. She supported the idea of me getting a slutty dress, and I wasn't sure why. Maybe she was like this when she was younger? I didn't know, and in the end, I didn't care. I just got to keep fucking people, and after remaining celibate for those past few months, I couldn't wait.
My dress was a pink color, and was extremely skimpy. It was nearly three inches away from my fingertips, and showed off an extremely large amount of my breasts. I felt both slutty, and very girly in this outfit, and I got a pair of black, two inch heels to go along with the outfit. The night of homecoming, Mom braided my hair into a side ponytail, with a pink bow in the top. In the mirror, I could see that even with the two inch heels, I wouldn't be even close to Wes' height.
The homecoming dance was amazing. I had worn a thong underneath my dress, as well as my smallest bra. Wes was gorgeous, and I could instantly tell that this night would end in a fuck session. Every step I took, I could practically feel every boy's eyes on me, not only because of my slutty outfit, but also because every few steps I took, my dress flapped up and revealed my thong. I didn't mind, and from the eye movements of Wes, I could tell that he didn't mind either.
By the end of the night, I was wet, and excited for Wes to plow me. We couldn't wait until we got home, and just went into one of the classrooms to do it near the end of the dance. He set me down on all fours, and lifted my dress up over my ass. He pushed my thong aside, and thrust himself deep inside my anus. I moaned, and I could feel Wes grab my hair, pulling my head back. Moans escaped my mouth, as I slumped from my hands to my forearms while Wes was just thrusting himself into me. He was moaning as well, as he plowed his large, thick cock into and out of my ass. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he continued to demolish my anus. I had already orgasmed twice now, and was nearing a third as Wes pulled his dick out of my ass, and deep inside my vagina, causing me to moan even more. I rocked my hips as fast as possible in order to get his cock as deep into my pussy as possible. As I reached my peak for a third time, I could feel the jizz shooting deep into my body. I felt every squirt, and Wes pulled the skirt of my dress back down. I felt both satisfied, and dirty as Wes helped me up, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, holding me close.
I hugged him back. It felt good to have Wes back again, both for his friendship, and for his other abilities.