Chapter 22
July 2007
~TRAVIS~
When we arrived at the motel, Jarred had to check us in because apparently you can't legally check into a motel room until you're 18, a law that none of us were aware about when we decided to make this trip. Had Jarred not found us we would've walked all the way out here for nothing.
Anyhow, the room itself was actually really sketchy. The bathroom towels smelt musty and there was no soap in any of the soap containers. The shower had no curtain, nor a door to keep the water from splashing every where and there was a crimson-colored stain on the carpet that made me feel like someone had perhaps died here before.
"Well, this is cozy," Elijah said sarcastically as he set his backpack down on the single, queen-sized bed. There were three of us and only one bed... oh, boy I remember how excited I was to get the night started already.
"What'd you bring in the bag?" Heather asked, as I took a seat next to Elijah on the bed.
Elijah then proceeded to dump out all the contents of the bag onto the bed, revealing his personal hygiene products, a change of clothes, several boxes of different flavored condoms, lubricant, and porn tapes.
"Condoms?" I said, grabbing a string of the cherry-flavored condoms.
"Yeah... you know how to use 'em?" He asked me as if I were an idiot. Of course I knew how to use a condom... even though I never actually used one before that night. The premise of using a condom was pretty straight-forward though, so I had assumed that question was a joke, but the fact that he gave me a straight face when he said it left me a bit puzzled. Perhaps he was just being a douche and making a reference to the fact that I had never had sex before and therefore never had the experience of using one.
"I'll figure it out," I replied, shuffling through the different flavors and pondering what exactly the flavors were even for. Like, I knew that they could be used for blowjobs, but who actually gets a blowjob while wearing a condom? I had never gotten a blowjob before that night but I thought the whole point of going down on someone was to make the recipient climax in your mouth?
"I could show you later," he added. Might as well since we're both gonna be stripping later.
"What are these, like sex tapes?" Heather asked, as she examined the VHS tapes marked with the words, "X-rated" and "Adult Home Videos," as if those titles didn't make the contents of the tapes obvious enough.
"Yeah, there's some threesome shit in there too... I thought we could watch some of it before we got down to business..." Elijah replied, enthusiastically. Look who's not so hesitant now. I honestly bet he was just as excited as I was.
"And you just happened to bring them to camp with you?" I asked, suspicious over the fact that he came so prepared.
"Fuck yeah, I couldn't leave them at home for my parents to find." Makes sense.
"Ah... so, why are the condoms flavored?" I finally asked the question that was bugging the hell out of me.
"Because it makes it easier to give a blowjob with a condom on, at least in my opinion," Heather explained so straightforwardly, with so much casualty in her voice.
"Why would you suck someone off with a condom on?"
"Gee, I don't know, ever heard of STD's?"
"You don't have any, do you?!" I exclaimed, almost a little too spontaneously.
"No, of course not... I'm not a slut. I've only slept with three guys, one of whom was Elijah, so nothing to worry about," she assured. For some reason, I was always under the impression that she had done more than just three guys... she was Heather Highsmith for crying out loud, the most notorious boyfriend stealer from the class of 2008.
"Alright, enough chitchat, can we get started on watching these videos?" Elijah interrupted, now seemingly more enthusiastic about this whole thing than I was. First he's the most difficult one to convince, and now he's in such a hurry to get started? Fucking weirdo.
"Don't we need a VHS for that?" I commented.
"Yeah... I'll go see if they have one at the front desk."
Once Elijah was gone, Heather and I exchanged a look.
"What's his deal?" I said to her.
"He's nervous... poor fellow's never had sex with two people at once before." The accuracy of that sentence sounded way out of proportion.
"What? No... Elijah and I aren't having sex... we're straight," I told her. Well, I already knew damn well that I wasn't straight... but I wasn't gonna tell her that. "And besides, I've never had sex at all before but I'm not acting all weird like he is."
"Everyone's different. When I took his virginity, he was acting the exact same way. First he was like, 'nah,' then he was like, 'let's do this.' So yeah, he's just very indecisive when he's nervous... I think it's pretty cute though." I couldn't help but agree with that last statement. "And about that whole thing about... having sex with him, just remember that whatever happens tonight stays here and will never leave this room."
"Okay? That doesn't mean I'm gonna have sex with him."
"Of course, it doesn't... I'm just reminding you that, okay?"
"Okay," I said awkwardly, imagining the impossible scenarios where my dreams of having sex with Elijah actually come true. Fuck... and here I am already getting hard before the fun has even started. Think it's time for some liquor. "You got that Crown Royal?"
"You got it!" she said, reaching for the bottle of whiskey from her bag. She then pulled out the Svedka and Bacardi as well, placing those on the table.
She handed me the Crown Royal and as soon as I opened it, I took a giant gulp of the petrifying whiskey that burned my throat like acid and exploded like a grenade as it hit the pit of my stomach. For a second, I actually thought I was gonna vomit on the spot, but I surprisingly kept my composure. Damn, that shit tasted nasty though... but I knew that every single gulp I took would lead me one step closer to getting hammered tonight.
When Elijah got back, we hooked up the VHS that the motel staff surprisingly had for us to check out for the night... I mean, it was 2007 for god's sake... now in 2019, I highly doubt they'd even have one of those at all for people to check out. Anyhow, once we hooked that shit up to the TV we started watching some of that porn to get us all hyped for tonight as we each took at least one giant gulp from the Crown Royal and passed it around amongst each other. I remember feeling so much like shit after every gulp and wanting to puke my guts out but I knew that it was what I had to do to get drunk, and I'll admit after about the second gulp, I felt tipsy as fuck, then by the third, I wanted to die. By the fourth, I'm sure I had to be drunk... but not blackout drunk because I still remember a good chunk of the night. Heather and Elijah on the other hand, I'm sure they could never recount this story in its entirety like I can. By my fourth gulp of the whiskey I had finished the bottle of Crown Royal so the others decided to move on to the bottles of Svedka and Bacardi that Jarred had bought for Heather at the liquor store earlier. I tried the Svedka but after barely being able to handle straight whiskey, I knew that I couldn't handle straight vodka. The smell was paralyzing and I felt like I was ingesting fucking rubbing-alcohol or germ-ex. It was disgusting and I had no idea how Heather and Elijah could just take it straight without gagging.
Despite how fucking drunk I got that night, I was no where near as bad as Heather and Elijah who were both pretty wasted. Elijah began to get super handsy and Heather was just laughing like a fucking idiot at every sex position from the sex tapes. Like, literally nothing funny was happening onscreen other than two or three people having sex and orgasms and she couldn't stop laughing her drunk ass off. "They look like they're having a fucking exorcism!" She exclaimed at one point, provoking Elijah to spit out his drink in amusement and joining her in her drunk stupidity. Me on the other hand, I was getting pretty bored of watching other people having staged sex and was just waiting for us to get started, hoping that we would actually get to that part of the night before both of my sex partners pass out drunk and we don't end up doing shit at all. Maybe bringing alcohol into the mix was a bad idea because drunken sex sounds like the stupidest idea I had ever heard of, come to think about it.
There came a point in the night when Elijah was so fucked up that he began to whisper crazy shit into my ears, like how he had one time received a blowjob from a freaky girl and felt like she was gonna bite his dick off... and then another time he had sex with a black girl in her car in his parents' driveway and thought that she had given him gonorrhea. It all sounded like bullshit because as far as I knew he had never been with any black girl before, and Elijah would always like to boast excessively to me about having sex. It was like he was trying to prove something and it would always get on my fucking nerves.
Anyhow, as he whispered all of that shit into my ears, I couldn't help but feel a hint of sexual tension between us, considering how close his lips were to my ears and the way his hand was clutching my shoulder. Just him being so up close and personal made my dick stiffen and I'm pretty sure Heather could tell because she was staring at us for a hot minute, as if observing the sexual tension. It wasn't long until she finally spoke her mind, "Fuck, you guys are about to have a threesome with me and you still haven't kissed! Right now... do it, you two!"
I looked at Elijah. "Fuck... is that the only way you're gonna let us fuck you?" He said drunkenly. Though she didn't exactly say that she wouldn't fuck us if we didn't kiss for her, at least not at first.
"Yes... I'm not letting either one of you inside me if you don't kiss! I can literally feel the sexual tension between you guys and it's killing me! I know you guys want to do it so stop being pussies and kiss for fuck's sake!" Well, she's right about me wanting to kiss him, but I highly doubt that he felt the same way.
"Fine! If it makes you happy!" Elijah finally agreed, to my surprise.
"What seriously?"
"Might as well," he said.
"Okay..."
"God, this is gonna be so fucking gross..." he muttered. Well, I'm sorry for grossing you the fuck out, asshole.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss, pussy!" Heather said, raising the bottle of Bacardi as if she were gonna throw it at him if he didn't kiss me.
Alright, here we go. He leaned in, fully prepared to mash lips with me, unlike last time, inciting me to lean in as well, assuming this to be the moment that I've been waiting for since the night at the lake, the moment that I finally kissed my best friend and secret crush, Elijah Radford... but just before our lips could clash, we heard a loud knock at the door. Fuck!