"Ron was nice enough to leave the beer. One good thing about him leaving was that now I could masturbate. I mean it just isin't cool to pull on your p...d in front of your bud. Just felt kinda gay to me. But this was pretty good now. I was in my boxers jerkin off, drinking beer, and watching a hot slut get fucked over and over. It was cool seeing her lose cotrol, the expression on her face when she stopped acting, and came for real. The sneers on the guys as they started getting into it. Some of. Lastly she found some love song cd’s, put them in the changer, and lowered the lights. It was eight-forty- five. The next fifteen minutes felt like eternity. Every second she looked forward to his visit. Every other second she told herself she was stark raving mad for agreeing to be fucked without, at the very least, a bouquet of flowers. The doorbell rang and she jumped like she just saw a spider. Sally looked through the peephole to make sure it was him. When she opened the door she made sure. He checked at work the next day, but no luck.We’d just about resigned ourselves to losing it when Ryan suggested that we both go for the 2 weeks then he would come back home leaving me to stay for the other week and a half. At first I didn’t want to know; I didn’t want to be there without him.As usual, Ryan got his way, but I wasn’t looking forward to those extra days.We got everything planned and waited.In the meantime I’ve had another temporary job through the agency; and have recently got a. Then he asked, "Do you want to go with me for dinner and a movie tomorrow?" I just glared at him and silently then put my clothes back on, feeling disgusted at myself. Not only had I just thrown myself at two guys like some kind of slut, but I'd failed with them both too. It was definitely not my night and time was growing shorter with every passing minute. Edgar left first, and while I finished up getting my prom dress adjusted, I wondered how come I couldn't just have been cursed to stay that.