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So I slide it in.
Immediately, Emma screams an ear-shattering scream. “WRONG HOLE! WRONG HOLE!”
I immediately pull out, but with such force that I tumble off the bed, the back of my head slamming against my nightstand. The table lamp falls off and crashes on the floor, shattering the light bulb.
My entire head is now throbbing in pain. I turn slightly to my right and see, through blurred vision, Emma curled up in a ball on the bed, moaning in apparent agony, waiting for her pain to subside.
“You shoved yourdickin myass,“ Emma whimpers.She might even be crying.
Before I can be totally filled with both embarrassment and horror, I pass out.
9
Convenience
“Hunter! Hunter! Hunter!” I hear Emma repeating my name over and over again, as I regain consciousness.
When I open my eyes, I realize I’m still on the floor, but I feel too disoriented to even sit up.
I see Emma, naked, on her knees, hunched over me, her left hand cradling the back of my head and her right hand shaking my shoulder.
“Stop,” I say, because she’s making me dizzier than I already am.
She releases the grip on my shoulder and says, “Oh, thank God.”
Then all of a sudden the memory of what just happened seizes my mind: I accidentally stuck my cock in Emma’s ass. The embarrassment I feel is so huge that I wish I were still knocked out cold. Or dead. Maybe it’s just better to be dead.
“You’re bleeding,” Emma says.
I move my hand to my head, where I feel pain, directly behind my right earlobe, and I realize Emma is pressing a cloth or a towel or something against my skin, presumably to stop the flow of blood.
I’ve never faked amnesia before, but now seems like the perfect time to do it.
I let out a little groan. “What happened?”
“You fell.”
“I don’t even remember that. One second we’re kissing, and now I’m here. How long have I been out?”
“Not long,” Emma says. “Maybe a minute.”
“How did I end up here?”
Emma hesitates. Then: “I don’t know. Like you said, we were kissing, and I think you slipped and fell and hit your head.”
That’s kind of sweet of her. She thinks I don’t remember. And because she doesn’t want to shame me, she’s willing to pretend that nothing happened. I guess that’s the best approach for her anyway because, really, it’s not like she would just blurt out, “You penetrated my butthole, you idiot!”
As Emma and I are heading to the curb to get into my car, we see a thin blond-haired guy walking toward Mr. Hilton’s house. I recognize him as a server at a restaurant named Sizzler that I sometimes go to with my friends. Mr. Hilton’s wife works there too.
My friends and I love Sizzler because of the all-you-can-eat salad bar, which also has different soups and pasta and a bunch of other food. When I go with Oscar and Blanca, they both skip breakfast and lunch and don’t eat anything all day, so when they get to Sizzler they’re super hungry and go back for seconds and thirds and fourths and dessert. I always pay, of course, because I can and because I want to, but I appreciate how every time I’m with Oscar he reaches for his wallet like he’s going to contribute to the bill. He knows I won’t accept his money, but the gesture is nice. Blanca never reaches for her purse. She just, like, expects me to pay all the time like I’m everyone’s sugar daddy. Fuck Blanca.
When Emma and I reach my car, the Sizzler guy notices us for the first time, and he freezes, like we just caught him doing something wrong. He quickly turns around, gets back in his car which is parked across the street, and drives away.
“Who was that?” Emma asks.
I shrug. “That was weird.”
Once we’re in my car, Emma in the passenger seat, I drive away from my house.
