Alpha's Bet

I screamed, and grabbed my face in horror. I couldn’t see. I wiped my hands on my comforter as he dismounted me and started to get his jeans on. I wiped my face again. Covered in his cum, I tried unsuccessfully to wipe my eyes free of his blinding goo. As I heard him buckle his belt, I could finally see a silhouette. A halo.

I squinted.

He smiled. Asshole.

And then he left.

I never saw him again. I spent the next hour trying to clean that sticky mess out of my hair and off of my bed - and two years trying to get the thought of his green bean out of my mind; the green bean and those goddamned lemons. The end result? I have spent the last two years watching porn, and using it as my only means of visual satisfaction. I have become a nymphomaniac - rubbing one out on a whim....to the tune of about a dozen times or so a day.

In my car. On the porch. At work. At a stop light. In the bathroom at the bookstore. School. It didn’t matter. But I just finished my sophomore year in college, and I