Page 342 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

He should have left then. I could have stomached all of this, up to this point. He was high, so he thought he would help me. It was all innocent.

But what comes next makes my skin grow cold.

He moves up against Jessica’s back and starts kissing the side of her neck. Her moan reaches the camera, but then cuts offabruptly when she snaps out of her trance and leans to the side to get away from Marcus’s mouth.

“Wha’ ya doin’?” she demands sulkily.

My eyes open, but it seems all I care about is making out with Jessica. If I see Marcus past her shoulder, I don’t seem to notice, seem to care.

I slide my hands up Jessica’s neck and draw her back for a kiss. She struggles and breaks free. “Get out, Marcus!”

“Yeah, Marcus,” comes my slurred voice as I kiss Jessica’s throat. “Get out.”

“Is that any way to treat your wingman?” Marcus slides his hands down Jessica’s waist, and she arches away from his touch and deeper into mine.

“Marcus,” she says, her voice dropping in pitch.

“Shh, princess.” Marcus swipes her hair off her shoulder and plants another kiss on her skin.

“Briar, tell him to get out,” she whines.

Instead, I grab her ass and throw her onto her back on the bed.

Because I never was a gentleman, was I? Whenever I got hard back then, I couldn’t think about anything except what I wanted to stick my dick into. It had been Jessica for months already, and I’d been more than fucking patient.

My jaw’s aching how I’m gritting my teeth, but I’m past the point of ending the video.

What happened to Jessica was all my fault. I will watch every second Marcus recorded and live with the torturous consequences of having that night forever etched in my mind.

It’s the least I deserve.

I expect Marcus to leave, now that it’s been made apparent I don’t want him there. I guess that’s what I thought back then too, in my drunken haze.

Marcus takes a step back, turning a little as if considering. It’s impossible not to notice the erection tenting the front of his jeans. And as if he just became aware of it himself, he runs a hand over his groin, flattening his dick against himself as if suddenly embarrassed that we made him horny.

On the bed, Jessica starts moaning as I stick a hand under her skirt. But I’m slowing down, my movements becoming clumsy and heavy-handed. She hisses as I begin fingering her, and then squirms out from under me.

“You’re hurtin’ me.” Her tits bounce as she sits up and runs her hands through her hair. Her face is slack from alcohol, her mouth a sloppy, unhappy crescent.

Marcus is still in the shot, but he’s still as a statue—perhaps not wanting to draw our attention to the fact that he’s still in the room.

“Sorry, babe,” I mutter, pushing up so I’m on my knees. “Lemme make it up to you, yeah?”

I grab her hips and drag her closer, and then I flip her around. She arches and lets out a low moan as I squeeze her tits, kissing her neck until she’s writhing against me.

My voice comes through on the camera, but it’s unintelligible. Marcus looks at the camera, his mouth opening like a naughty kid who’s just heard his first swear word, and then he does the unthinkable. He takes his fucking dick out of his jeans and begins jerking off.

I thumb my eyes closed and sit back in the chair, forcing back nausea. I’ve known Marcus since we were kids, but I never thought he’d be capable of doing something like this.

But I can’t stop watching now. Because, up to this point, Jessica gave me full consent.

What if Ididn’trape her? What if she let me take her virginity, and then had a change of heart in the morning?

It won’t bring her back, but it might make those fucking nightmares stop, knowing I’m not guilty.

The bedsprings start shifting, and I make myself open my eyes.

I hold my hand out to block Marcus from the video so I don’t have to witness him getting off from a few feet away while I screw Jessica.

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