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I woke up to muffled noises coming through the wall from the next room over. How did I get here? I thought as I looked around at the bare walls of my bedroom. I realized that I must’ve smoked wayyy too much with Michael and Sophia again, and I must’ve passed out in my room. It happens more than I like to admit. Usually I sleep through the night though. Half aware, I take a second pass around my bed and realize Sophia isn’t here with me…”where is she?” I wondered. And where was Michael? I checked my phone…2:32am. The tv was still quietly droning from the living room.
The muffled sounds continued to come from the other side of the wall, but they were getting louder so I stopped trying to understand what was going on and worked my way to my bedroom door…trying to stop myself from being ‘overly paranoid’. Sophia all the time said that I was way too insecure about things…and I had been convinced that she was probably right. So I stood frozen for a moment staring at the door, wondering if something was wrong. Then I heard voices…
“He’s coming.” I wondered I heard being whispered, but I was too disoriented to understand exactly where from. “Shut up. You’re fine, Michael.” Another, softer, voice pleaded irritably. I stayed frozen at the door, unsure of whether my mind was playing tricks on me…I’d been told I hear things when I’m high before. But it seemed so real!
As I stepped into the living room everything started to unwind. There was a shadowy face sitting above a large amorphous mass covered by a blanket in the corner of the small couch. It was incredibly dark, but I could still make out bits and pieces of what I was trying to see through my addled perception when the flickering tv would illuminate the couch. It was clearly Michael. He was shirtless, but that wasn’t unusual…he loved showing off how jacked he was always. Honestly it was incredibly annoying. He was sprawled out on the couch, with his legs danging off uncovered at the mid thigh. “What’s up Joey?” Michael said beguilingly. “Nothing” I said, slowly making out the figure of a head and body under the thick blanket momentarily illuminated by the tv. I could’ve sworn I saw the figure move slightly.
“Dude you’re super high…You okay?” Michael said. “Where’s Sophia?” I asked, still trying to decide if my mind was playing tricks on me again. I wondered I heard a giggle before something started bobbing up and down over what would be Michael’s crotch. “Oh my god, you fucking slut” Michael laughed as he rubbed his eyes. “What?” I asked. I had no idea how to process what was going on. “Nothing dude” he laughed. “You’re too high, go back to bed”. I wondered I heard laughs under the blanket after a weird sound of wet lips smacking on something.
Was I really seeing what I wondered I was seeing? Was Sophia fucking blowing my roommate under that blanket right in front of me? I stood there for a few seconds before abruptly turning around and quickly scuttling back into my room, scared. I couldn’t process what was happening right now. I closed the door and put my ear up against the wall, Trying to hear what was happening. I heard giggles and moans from the other side of the wall…but no footsteps or anything. I swear I could hear that fucking slut slobbering all over Michael’s cock and it was fucking killing me inside.
“He so fucking stupid, he’ll believe anything we say”…

“Michael, stop…”
“We could honestly just fuck right in front of him on his bed, then tell him it didn’t happen the next morning and he’d believe us”
They both laughed.
“Michael, that’s fucked up”
“Glug…Ack…Ack…Ulgck”

I heard them get up off the couch and begin shuffling their way over to my door.
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