One Missed Call

I attended college in a nice little town in the Midwest, and in order to pay for that college I worked a few jobs. One of these jobs was a cashier/stocker at a 24 hour grocery store. I started working there when I was a sophomore and continued until I graduated. While there, I had developed a few friendships with the other guys on the night shift. One of the guys, Jeff, was dating a girl who also worked at the store, Abby. Jeff was a 25 year old permanent student, changing his major twice per year and never passing more than two of his classes per semester most likely because when he wasn't working he was drinking, smoking, and always looking for that next high.

He was a bit taller than me, probably about 6'2", had scruff but not a full beard, shaggy dirty blond hair, and extremely muscular. Abby on the other hand was 21, intelligent, determined to graduate the next year with a bio major, and quite studious. She was around 5'2", had mousy brown hair that she dyed with streaks of blonde, was fit without being too skinny, bright blue eyes, and an enchanting smile. Abby liked to go out every once in awhile, but not every night like Jeff. As a result, I knew Jeff really well, while I knew Abby significantly less. We were always civil to each other and were able to make conversation, but I think she saw me more as Jeff's drinking buddy than a co worker.

Jeff was an outstanding friend to have, especially at work because he had a hilariously biting sense of humor, was always ok with getting a beer at whatever ridiculous time we got off, and was an outstanding wingman, trying to hook any of his fellow coworkers up with attractive customers. What Jeff was not was an outstanding boyfriend. He would constantly stand Abby up in order to hang out with the guys, he never paid her much attention, and he would turn that sense of humor on her even when it was incredibly inappropriate. I had always speculated that Jeff had cheated or was cheating on her, but I had no proof and it was none of my business to get involved there. However, they had been together since before I started working there, when Jeff hooked up her when Abby was a freshman, and had been together ever since, so obviously whatever they had worked for them.

The week before Christmas was always crazy at the store. People were always trying to take off time so that they could go home leaving a skeleton crew to work. This was always coupled with an incredible increase in shopping during the day, but since college was out on a break, it dramatically decreased the intensity of the night shift. Because we knew this, Jeff, myself, and a few others always volunteered to work the holidays. Even though the first few days of the schedule sucked because of finals, the following dozen or so totally made up for it, plus we got holiday pay so it was a win-win situation. We would work our shifts at night and then drink and party until about noon when we passed out. It was a beautiful ritual, and I was ready to get that holiday season underway.

The first day after finals was always the date of the biggest party thrown by my co workers. It was always themed in some ridiculous way, and this year was no different: Rubik's cube. The invitation explained that you were supposed to wear all different colors of clothing and then switch with people at the party in order to get all one color on you. The party started at 2 am to accommodate us working folks, so that night Jeff and I were talking about the extent to which we had developed our attire in anticipation for the event.

"Dude! I've got my stuff in the car. Goodwill is fucking awesome for shit like this. Where else can you find bright purple pants for like 5 bucks?" Jeff began.

"Oh I know. I got the weirdest shit and I think I only spent like $20 on the whole outfit. The only problem I foresee is having to switch with a really tiny girl or something like that." I replied. I started to imagine what would happen if I had to switch pants with someone like Abby and I laughed.

"Yeah. It'll be even worse for me!" He exclaimed in mock indignance.

The conversation continued for the rest of our shift, often circling back to how outstanding it was going to be. We got off work, quickly changed, and headed over to the party. We were a bit late, so by the time we got there the party was in full swing. A chorus of "Heeeeeyyyyyyy!" greeted us when we walked in the door. I noticed that most people were still in their mismatched clothes, so I decided that I would go around the room and see if I could identify any potential targets for clothes swapping. My eyes lazily danced around the room, finally settling on Elizabeth, a tall blonde who I knew played volleyball for the college. She dwarfed me, standing at least 6'3", but she pulled it off quite well. She was lanky but quite busty and had a wide smile and an intense tan from the hours she spent outside. We had had a few classes together and were friendly towards each other, almost hooking up on a few different occasions, but there was not a lot I knew about her outside of the party scene other than she seemed nice.

"That green shirt would go incredibly well with my ensemble, Elizabeth." I stated, coming up to her and gesturing towards the bright lime tank top she had on.

"Mark! Hey!" Elizabeth vociferated. She embraced me tightly. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, proof that her and her friends had obviously pregamed the party with the distinct possibility that she had started as soon as her final had ended. "Let's do a shot together!" Elizabeth continued to shout over the music playing in the next room. I gave her a thumbs up as she poured her cheap whiskey into two glasses.

"Cheers!" We shouted and clanked our plastic cups. I downed the shot and promptly chased it with the remnants of my beer.

"My god. That was awful." I said, still puckering my mouth at the persistent taste of what can only be described as fermented sewage.

"I know. But it was cheap." Elizabeth said between gulps of her chaser, causing both of us to laugh.

"So what's it going to take to get that shirt from you?" I asked her again, pondering the hilarity of her tank top on my vastly different curved body.

"Hmmm. Just a kiss I think." Elizabeth giggled.

I put one hand around the back of her head and brought her close to me. Our lips met and soon parted, allowing our tongues to wrestle. I felt her sweet breath on my cheek as she exhaled through her nose. My other hand reached around the the small of her back, drawing her close to me. Her tank top had begun to ride up her sides a tad, and my fingers found the bare skin to brush lightly. Our pelvises were drawn together as we swayed to the rhythm of the music around us. Her arms had wrapped around me, pulling us ever closer together. Eventually, I drew back my lips from hers in a prolonged separation. There we stood, arms encircling one another, each waiting for the other to speak.

"Another kiss like that, and who knows where we'll end up." I joked, breaking the silence between us.

Elizabeth laughed. "That confident in your abilities?" She smiled wryly.

"If I'm not who else will be?"

This elicited another chuckle from her. "So I guess I owe you my shirt."

"Yes you do." I stated plainly.

I took off my obnoxious yellow tee and stretched my hand out, ready to receive her bounty in return. Elizabeth shimmied her gorgeous body as her tank top came up and over her head. Under her shirt, she was wearing a pale blue bra that looked as though it was struggling to contain her voluptuous breasts. The view was intoxicating, and Elizabeth knew it.

"What do I give you for your bra?" I asked, obviously pushing my luck, but relying on humor and alcohol to rescue me.

Elizabeth laughed and shook her head. She took a step towards me and whispered in my ear, "You get that after the party." and then licked my earlobe. At that comment, my dick sprung to life, pushing against the leg of my pants. I tried to keep my cool, shifting my weight to try and make the erection less noticeable, but to little avail. Elizabeth smiled at me and tossed me her shirt.

"Let's try and get you some green pants!"

I grinned, following my Amazon into the depths of the party. The celebration raged on, and as it did so, Elizabeth and I got separated a few times, but each time we found each other again a little drunker and a little hornier. We continued to steal kisses and touches from each other becoming less and less subtle as the night went on. At one point, I decided that I had had enough. I found Elizabeth and kissed her deeply, grabbing her toned, fit ass firmly. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. We checked to make sure that nobody was in there, then hurriedly locked ourselves in. We wasted no time getting down to business, neither of us wanting to wait a second longer than we had to. I took her face in my hands, kissing her aggressively, pushing her into the bathroom sink. She could feel my hard on pressing into her leg.

Elizabeth reached down and started to paw at my dick, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down to my knees. Her warm hands finally coming into contact with my cock felt incredible, beat only by her mouth ensuing rapidly. I felt her tongue swirling around the tip, seeking to evoke every bit of pleasure that she could. My hands drifted down to her head, my fingers combing through her hair. They traveled further down, attempting to caress her breasts as she continued to take my dick in her mouth. I could not quite reach, so instead I rested my hands on the back of her head. Her hands worked the base of my shaft as her tongue and mouth concentrated on the tip. This sensation was incredible, almost causing my knees to buckle. Knowing that I would not be able to last much longer, I told Elizabeth that I was going to blow. She continued to stroke my dick, and as I neared the finish line, I started to pump myself in and out of her mouth. I leaned back and grabbed the counter, letting her lips wrap around me as I shot rope after rope of cum into her mouth. When I had finished, she carefully took her lips off of my cock and leaned over the sink, spitting my load into the basin.

"My turn?" I asked.

"You can repay me later tonight." Elizabeth said with a wink.

We agreed that we would try and finish the clothing game, and then when the party started to ease up we would go out together and we could finish our night. By 6 am the party was starting to wind down. People were leaving, and I figured that this was as good of time as any to get Elizabeth back to my place. I started looking for her, going through each room of the house, eventually finding her talking to a group of her fellow volleyball players.

"Hey. Things are starting to chill out here. Want to finish what we started?" I said, placing my hand on her side. She was now wearing purple shorts that were way too small for her, mismatched shoes, and a purplish blue flannel that was sloppily buttoned down the front. Elizabeth turned to me and staggered. It was painfully apparent that she had had way too much to drink, and was barely coherent.

"You bet." She slurred. Her friends said nothing as she started to walk off without me.

"Hey." I said, now addressing the closest volleyball player to me. "Do you know where she lives?"

"In those apartments off of University. The corner of 33rd I think." One of them answered.

I sighed. This was in the complete opposite direction of where I lived, and the fact that it was about 0 degrees outside was just icing on the cake. I thanked the girl and then gathered Elizabeth to start the long cold walk back to her place. As I was leaving the party, I saw Jeff drunkenly talking to Cindy, a girl that we worked with. However, seeing as I was drunk and had to walk an even drunker someone home who I then was not even going to sleep with, I had other things on my mind. Besides, Jeff was always talking to all kinds of people all the time. Navigating the streets with little light and even less help was difficult, so by the time that we finally arrived at Elizabeth's I was freezing, and the party high had worn off enough to where I was mostly just tired. Elizabeth turned around and planted her lips on mine.

"Come on in. The water's great." She slurred, drunkenly laughing at her own joke. She walked in her apartment and stumbled onto the couch. I took the blanket off the back and covered her up with it. Elizabeth half-heartedly attempted to pull me down and stay with her, but her eyes closed and she was out for the night.

"Goodnight." I whispered.

I walked back outside into the bitter cold. I finally got to my apartment around 7 am, falling onto my bed and wrapping myself in the covers. When I woke at 2 in the afternoon, I was still a bit groggy from the night before. I checked my phone and saw that I had 3 missed calls from Abby and one from Jeff. This in itself was weird, mostly because I don't think that I have ever spoken to either of them on the phone before. I checked my messages and had messages from them as well. I opened Abby's first. It said, "Jeff never came home last night. Is he with you? Call me." I then opened Jeff's message. "Went home with Cindy. Told Abby I was crashing with you. Back me up."

"Ah fuck." I said aloud.

I had no good options. I didn't want to lie, but I also had no desire to sell Jeff down the river. I also realized that saying nothing would get both of them pissed at me and was at best a temporary solution. I poured myself some cornflakes and pondered the choices before me. I shook my head, hating any decision that was there. I picked up my phone and called Abby.

"Hello?"

"Hey Abby. It's Mark. What's up?"

"Oh hey Mark. Nothing. It's no big deal. I was worried last night because Jeff told me he was going to come to my place after the party, but he never showed up. He came by a bit earlier though and explained that you guys got plastered and he just crashed at your place. He said that you were still asleep when he left. Sorry for blowing up your phone last night. He's just been a bit weird these past few months so I wanted to make sure that everything was ok."

"Oh yeah. Ok then. See you later." I hung up the phone, having no idea what had happened. She did all the explaining to herself, not forcing me to lie or sell out Jeff. This was the best possible scenario for me.

The next week was pretty low key, and it seemed like everything was settling into the normal status quo of the Christmas holiday. Jeff was telling me that he was going to bring Abby over for Christmas dinner at his parents house. He lived in the city, while she lived about four hours away. They were planning on being with her family on Christmas Eve and then do Christmas with his family. He invited me to come with them to his family for dinner, but I declined, choosing to just cook for myself and enjoy a stress free holiday for once. My roommate was gone for the holidays as well, so that meant that it was just going to be me and my basketball games.

So there I was. In my kitchen on Christmas day, putting the finishing touches on my rosemary chicken, about to put it in the oven and start peeling the potatoes. That was when I heard a frantic knocking at my door. I was confused to say the least; everyone I knew was at home for Christmas. I hastily washed my hands and strode over to the door, only to hear the knocking escalate to pounding. I unlocked and opened the barrier. Before I could even register who it was, a hard slap stung my face.I looked up, seething at this unprovoked attack. Then I saw that it was Abby. She stormed into my apartment, screaming and crying the entire time.

"What the fuck Mark?! What the actual fuck? How could you let him do that and not tell me, and how could you justify helping cover it up?"

"I don't know…" I started to say, still reeling from the intensity of the situation.

"Don't even try to pretend like you don't know what I am talking about you fucking jackass. I saw the fucking text. How many more girls have there been? Huh? How many did you help him lie about? You fucking bastard!"

Her shrill cries echoed in the apartment. I stood by the door, stunned into silence. She stood in front of me, her hand cocked, ready to strike again.

"I'm sorry…" I began again, but not before another slap cut me off mid sentence.

"Oh? You're sorry?!" Abby screamed, exasperated. "Well then everything is all better. I can go about my life just as it were because Mark is fucking sorry! Keep your fucking apologies. Take them and shove them up your ass where you keep all your other shit."

Then, as if she were suddenly out of energy, she flopped on my couch sobbing.

"Abby, I'm sorry. I really am. The last thing I wanted to do was to lie to you." I said, sitting on the couch across from her. "I know it's a shitty excuse, but I also didn't want to rat out Jeff, who is my best friend, especially at work. This was a no win situation for everyone involved. Jeff brought it on himself, and I guess I did too, so I'm really sorry."

Abby stopped crying and looked up from her hands. I had hoped that she had found at least a little peace in the words I had spoken. What I saw instead was pure, unblemished hatred.

"You think that fucking platitudes like that are going to make me feel better? How dare you. You were scared that your boys club where you find and fuck drunk girls and brag about was going to be in jeopardy so you decided to not tell me that my very serious boyfriend was cheating on me and making me look like a fucking fool? That's your excuse? You might not have a wingman to help you date rape chicks at bars? I heard about you and Elizabeth. She could barely stand and you took her home. How fucking dare you. I should fucking call the police on your perverted ass!" She exploded.

I listened to these accusations, becoming increasingly enraged. At this point I was not focused on the mistake of not telling Abby about about Jeff's infidelity. I was lasered in on the fact that she called me a rapist after literally putting a drunk girl to bed. Any and all semblance of calm and reasonable Mark was gone. White hot anger flashed before me. I stood up from the couch and opened my mouth, temporarily agog but shortly spewing out exactly what was going through my mind.

"Call the police?!" I shouted. "You should call the police because I made sure Elizabeth got home and then left? I would never take advantage of someone like that, and you should fucking know that. You being pissed is totally fucking understandable but saying shit that has no basis just because you couldn't fucking see that your boyfriend was a huge dick is nobody's fault but your own so grow the fuck up!"

My tirade drew me across the room towards Abby so by the time I screamed the last sentence I was face to face with her. I saw the pain in her eyes. She saw the anger in mine. We stood facing each other, silent for a second in the eye of the proverbial storm. In one swift movement we lunged at each other, both having been ramped up by the emotional outbursts, neither of us liking the other at the moment, quite the opposite in fact. Our lips met, not in an impassioned kiss, but instead in a battle. I felt her bite my lip aggressively, pulling away while still holding onto my bottom lip. I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her back into me. Her tongue probed my mouth. I reached around Abby, grabbing a cheek of her ass in each hand. Abby reacted immediately, bringing her arms to my chest and pushing me down hard onto the couch. I sank into the cushions, barely readying myself before Abby straddled me. She grabbed my shirt, pulling it off, then as if she were a vampire, she bit my neck hard. I gasped a bit in surprise, and then felt a bit angry. This foreplay was actually being fueled by the rage that each of us felt.

I felt my erection pushing against my pants, begging to be let free. Abby pushed her crotch towards my pelvis, grinding on top of me. I thrust my hands forward, grabbing her button down shirt with both hands. I am still not sure what possessed me to do what I did, but I jerked the two sides of the shirt apart. The buttons gave way easily, exposing her midsection and her black bra. Abby looked down at what I had done, paused, then continued to kiss me even more aggressively. Her nails raked down my back, feeling to me as though she may have drawn blood. I pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her hard, dark pink nipples. I took one in my mouth, biting down on it causing Abby to moan out in pleasure. My fingers deftly worked my way down to her skirt. I hiked it up and saw the blue and white striped thong that she had on.

I pressed my fingers against her panties and found them wet to the touch. Abby unbuttoned my pants, but in order to take them off I had to stand up. I pushed her off of me onto the floor. My pants hit the ground, but my boxers stayed on. My dick protruded from the slit and I descended onto her. I slid her underwear to the side and saw her glistening slit, along with the small tuft of light brown hair that acted as an awning for her otherwise shaved pussy. I wasted no time, pushing my dick inside of her with a satisfying thrust. A grunt fell from Abby's mouth in response. Her hands grabbed towards my shoulders, but prior to them arriving I clasped her hands in mine and trapped them above her head. I leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. I was greeted with another bite, this time on my earlobe. My other hand worked her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. My cock continued to pulse in and out of her tight wet pussy as I split her lips again and again.

Abby ripped her right hand free from my grasp, using the newfound leverage to roll me over onto my back. My dick temporarily escaped the confines of Abby's cavern, but not for long. She pulled off my boxers and slipped off her thong, then she clutched at my erection and angled it back inside of her. She immediately began to ride me, making hard pressed circles over me, moaning the entire time. She reached down and took my hands pressing them firmly against her tits. She held them there firmly, grinding so that her clit was getting rubbed by my pelvis on each thrust. Her speed increased as I felt an increased moisture between her legs.

I pushed Abby off of me just as she was starting to cum, further enraging the ex-girlfriend of my most likely ex-best friend. I was still upset about her earlier comments, let alone the slaps, and I wanted to make her suffer a bit. I rose and jerked her up as well, then I shoved her over the arm of the couch. I pushed up her skirt once again and entered her uncovered pussy from behind, thrusting all the way to my hilt. I latched my hands onto her hips, jackhammering as fast as I could; Abby's hands unclasped her bra from the front, her beautiful breasts spilling forward out of their confines. Her fingers pulled on her own nipples slowly at first, then harder and faster until she came with a guttural moan. She shook as the orgasm overtook her, causing her to slump over the divan.

I slowed my rhythm ever so slightly and raised one of my hands. I brought it down with a crack, leaving a red handprint on her ass. Abby yelped as I planted another right beside it. I thrust once more deep inside of her and stayed put. I placed my hand across her breasts and peeled her off the arm of the couch and and back towards me. Her head turned to receive my lips, but I went for her neck instead. I kissed and nibbled from her ear to her neck, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. My fingers on one hand danced to her already sensitive nipples while the other snaked its way to the top of her mound. I quickly found her clit and started to play with it as I made circles with varying amounts of pressure. Her knees began to tremble with the increased sensitivity and stimulation.

She soon collapsed over the side of the couch, bracing herself with her arms. I thrust into her again, this time slowly and more controlled, wanting to extend every moment of this, and I knew that I was near the end. I allowed my dick to exit her once again and transitioned back onto the floor. I entered her in missionary position and started to fuck her hard. I leaned down close to her as I grabbed her shoulders for extra leverage. Her nails again dug into my back as she finished one last time. I held my load back for as long as I could, but I was at the point of no return. I pulled my dick out of her drenched pussy just as the first shot of cum exited the tip. I held my position as shot after shot of my hot cum coated Abby's skirt that we had never fully removed.

When I had finally expelled my last drop of cum, we laid in silence on the floor, both of us assessing the damage: I had rug burn on both knees, and at least one open scratch on my back, while Abby had a ripped shirt, a cum stained skirt, and a bruised ass and nipples. Surprisingly though we were in much better moods. The unadulterated release of emotion had helped us both to move past the recent events at least for the moment.

"Can I use your shower?" Abby asked.

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll put out some clothes for you to change into too." I nodded.

"Thanks."

I found some old sweats, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt for Abby to wear so she did not have to go anywhere and explain her appearance. She finished her shower, put on the clothes, and then left. I finished cooking my dinner, accepting the fact that work was now going to suck, but on the bright side I was no longer friends with a dick. But hey, you can't win them all.

Update:

Since quite a few people were asking what happened next, this will serve as the epilogue to the story.

When I got to work the next day, I tried talking to Jeff, but he was super pissed, lashing out at anyone near him. I found the clothes I had lent Abby folded in my locker. I decided to text Abby and see if she was alright. She said she was still processing stuff and needed some time away from Jeff and all of his friends. She quit later that week. The rest of my coworkers had picked sides in the breakup, leaving me in a weird no man's land. Later that week it somehow got out that I had slept with Abby. I didn't tell anyone, so Abby must have confided in one of her friends and then the gossip just spread like wildfire.

This resulted in a pretty miserable last semester for me. Jeff never talked to me again, which was fine, but I was definitely on the receiving end of some pranks that were very unpleasant such as finding spoiled fish in the back of my car and walking out to my car at 3 am and finding my tires flat. All of the people on Abby's side were pissed at me too because they thought that I should have told her about Jeff and Cindy when I saw them leave the party together. I only saw Abby a few times in passing, but we never had another conversation and obviously never slept together again. I ended up losing a lot of my work friends, making for a not great last semester of college. All in all, I was fucked, and not in a fun way.

The passion that was present that Christmas night was incredible though. I had never had a more intense hate fuck. It was as though we were trying to murder each other through our genitals. Absolute wild experience. I think everything that happened that night and even the night of the party all came to a head, creating the perfect storm of hot, angry, hate fuck action.

And with that, the Abby saga is over. Thanks to all the people who read all of this. If you enjoyed this story and my writing style in general, check out my profile. There are a few more stories on there, and I will be posting more as I write them. Cheers!