Page 87 of The Friend Zone

Somehow, I can’t see myself coming down here to fuck Rosie. Not to sound big-headed, but getting a real girl to have a good time with me in the sack has never been a problem for me.

The realization that Rosie isn’t a real person however, brings me some relief. “Fuck you, Travis,” I laugh. “So what now? Did I fail because I didn’t realize that Rosie was a doll?”

The frat president laughs again, this time in a chiding way. “What the fuck are you talking about? I started the clock the second you touched her. If I don’t see you fucking her and jizzing in or on her, then you can bet your ass you fucking failed. You can choose where you want to fuck her, or try different places. The brothers have bets going on what you’ll choose.”

Fuck. Quite literally, I guess.

Why didn’t they ask me to steal a rival team’s mascot or TP the Dean’s house or some equally idiotic thing?

Whatever.

I take a deep breath and turn to look at Travis. “Do you have to stand there?”

He smirks, obviously enjoying the hazing aspects of this. “How else would I know that you aren’t cheating? As your big brother, it’s my duty and responsibility to make sure you do this right.”

“I thought I was being filmed?” I frown.

Another loud, jeering laugh. “You are. But that’s just for insurance purposes. No one is allowed to watch the video, not even the president. One brother will, be tasked to send a copy to the central chapter and then the original will be destroyed. We film to make sure you never betray the fraternity during your time here. There’s no other purpose. I will be the only person who knows what happened in this room, and my lips are sealed for eternity. Now stop asking questions and start fucking. You wasted two minutes.”

Ok.

Fuck it. I have to do this. I’m not very excited, but I better change that fast.

“Trav?” I ask. “I wasn’t allowed to take my phone when I was… extracted from my dorm room. Can I borrow yours?”

Travis tilts his head to the side. “Why? Are you gonna call someone to talk you through this? I thought you said you weren’t a virgin?”

I roll my eyes. “No, I would just like some help for inspiration. If I have to be done in eight minutes?—”

“Seven minutes now.” He corrects me. “And no, you can’t watch porn. First off, that would be very offensive to Rosie. Besides, the point of this task is to prove that you can do anything that’s needed for the good of your brothers, no matter how difficult or unexpected.”

Right.

I focus on Rosie. Her body is perfect in an artificial kind of way. Not just because she’s made of silicon, it’s her proportions that are enticing and yet completely unrealistic now that I take a closer look at her. She looks like those very hot characters in manga or video games. Slim and yet curvy in all the places where today’s beauty standards dictate that a woman should have curves.

I exhale, moving a few strands of Rosie’s long blonde hair away from her shoulder.

“Ok, Rosie,” I don’t know why I’m even talking to her, seriously. “Let’s do this. I’m gonna push you down on the table now, ok?”

I’m such an idiot. It’s not like she can say no, right?

As I push the doll down on the table with one hand, I sneak the other one inside my boxer briefs to grab myself and get this show on the road.

To my surprise, the second I fist my shaft, I’m painfully hard.

The first tug of my fist over my taut skin sends intense sparks of pleasure to the base of my spine and my balls tighten, tingling with sensation.

What the actual fuck? This is unusual. I mean, I’m a guy and I still jerk off no matter how often I hook up.

The experience is always enjoyable, but my own hand never feels this good.

I know it’s not because of Rosie. I’d rather be anywhere but here right now.

There’s only one thing I can think about. It must be the effect of the molly Topher gave me.

Whatever.

If the molly makes this easier, I guess I’ll have to thank Mumford. Even though, of course, I’m not going to be allowed to tell him what I did in here.

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