“They took a weekend trip to Charleston,” I say. “I can come home.”
“No. Cory, don’t you dare make her come home. She’s mine tonight,” Beth says loudly.
“You have fun. It’s Halloween. I’ll probably call Jason and go chill with him,” he says. “Are you going to be drinking?”
“Probably. Planning on being uptight about it?”
“No, smartass. If you need a ride, just call me. Okay?” he says. “I’ll kick your ass if you get into a car with someone who’s been drinking.”
“I won’t. I won’t,” I say. “I’ll call you if Beth drinks. She’s supposed to be the one driving.”
“Okay. Have fun. Love you,” he says.
“Love you.” I end the call and finish eating my food.
“Is he still seeing that one bitch?” Beth asks.
“Who, Jade? No. He dumped her a few months ago,” I say.
“Good. She was always rude to you,” Beth says as she puts all our trash in the bag.
“She just didn’t like that I was more of a priority to him than she was,” I shrug.
“Boohoo,” Beth laughs.
Cory and I have always been close. I was pissed at him for weeks when he agreed to go to California. We still talk or text most days, it just took me a while to get over it. I’m glad that he’s back now. I’m hoping he will be at the house with us again. I like having him around, even if he does a lot of work.
It’s dark by the time we get to the party. The house sits on nearly 100 acres and is practically a mansion. The parents of the girl that throws these parties every year owns all of the dealerships in town. They are loaded and love to flaunt it. I’ve been to parties here, but I’ve never been to this particular type of party. She does it every few months. It’s led to some interesting encounters, but there have never been any major issues.
Once we get parked at the house, we go to the front door, where a guy is verifying names on the list for people who have completed their test to be paired. Those who have not completed their test are pulled aside so that they can. Everything is then put into whatever system they have there, and you are randomly paired with someone who fits the criteria that they have set up. This is so organized for a bunch of drunk college kids, but this is what happens when you put a bunch of engineering students together.
We are given our room number and the time that we are supposed to be there. I have an hour before I’m supposed to be inroom six. First, we find the room so that I know where I’m going. Beth is going to room ten, twenty minutes later. The rooms are numbered with a simple piece of paper taped to the door. Sometimes it’s a laundry room, sometimes it's in the bedroom. Either way, the goal is to get fucked.
Beth comes back with three shots each, and we throw them back one after another so that I’m good and tipsy by the time I have to be there. I don’t want to be drunk, because that would just be unfortunate for whoever had to deal with me. This is far out of my comfort zone so unless the encounter is absolutely fucking mind-blowing, I’m not going to agree to anyone to knowing who I am. I’m not the one-night-stand type of person, but I think that I deserve at least a little bit of fun after getting dumped over the phone by the guy that I’ve been dating for four years.
“Three minutes,” Beth said excitedly.
“I’m so fucking nervous. What if the mask falls off or something?” I ask.
“I made sure it was secure. It’s not going anywhere until you untie it,” she says reassuringly. “I think you’re in a bedroom, so just turn on one of the lamps and turn the main light off. Not having it as bright will probably help.”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “I should go now.”
“Just breathe. Remember that you don’t have to tell them who you are. You can say no,” she reminds me. “You can say no at any time. Even if he’s balls deep, people know the rules.”
“Walk with me,” I say. She loops her arm in mine, and we walk upstairs to the end of the hallway. All of the upstairs floor is filledwith moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. We get to the end of the hallway and Beth knocks before opening the door.
“Alright. Turn the lamp on in the corner and just sit on the bed. Take a deep breath and keep your mouth shut. Whoever you are paired with, will know to keep their mouth shut also. Once everything is done, you’ll decide if you want to take your mask off.”
“Okay,” I say.
When she shuts the door, I turn the lamp on in the corner before shutting off the main light. The lamp is emitting a soft glow through the room. It’s much more comforting to not be blinded by light. Somehow it seems brighter when I’m nervous.
I sit on the bed, and I can’t stop fidgeting. He’s not late or anything. He’s supposed to show up five minutes after I do so that I have time to get settled however I wish to. I’m nervous because I don’t know what to expect from him. Obviously, I’m in this room because I want to get fucked and I’m super excited for that, but what if it’s really good? Am I bound at that point to show myself? How do I know if it’s a good idea to take the mask off and how would I even communicate that with him if I can’t talk?
My test asked a lot of questions, but it ultimately called me submissive, so I am assuming whoever I am paired with is going to be as dominant as I would hope they are. I hate having to tell people what to do or someone asking me to do something. Just take it if you want it and I will use my safe word if I need to. Most people don’t understand that.
The door comes open and my breath catches in my throat when I see a man in a scream mask. I don’t know why that’s so hot, buthe automatically gets brownie points for that one. Now that I’m face-to-face with my stranger, I’m realizing that I definitely have a kink for fucking strangers.