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who wanted it. I aimed my erect dick right at Brandon. He opened his mouth and waited on me to start shooting. My body tensed up as I shot a stream of sticky cum right over his mouth and onto his face. Stream after stream of cum flew from my body as I stroked myself frantically. I fell onto the bed as Michelle fell on top of me. Brandon stood over both of us laughing.

“I just never thought I would have the opportunity to do both of you.”
Michelle spoke up. “I hope ya’ll don’t think we’re done. Shit, I’m just getting warmed up.”
Brandon and I looked at each other and snickered as Michelle wiggled her ass in the air, hoping that one of us would jump on.
Strangely, I didn’t feel guilty for sleeping with Brandon. I knew that Tracy was in a bad situation and I’m at home having sex with her man and her roommate. Most people would say that’s kind of low, but I call it taking advantage of an opportunity.
We all lay in a sticky heap without saying a word at first. Then, of course, Michelle broke the ice. “Well, hell naw, I don’t feel bad about fucking you Brandon.”
We all looked at one another, and she continued. “Iwas gonna get mine. Since she’s locked up for killing Professor Caldwell, it don’t make sense to me to let her man’s good dick get dusty.”
Brandon spoke up. “Well, I don’t think she did it. She’s not that type of person.”
“You didn’t think she was the type to cheat on you either but she did that huh!” Michelle was beside herself. I guess Brandon sticking up for Tracy was more than she could handle. She continued. “I got tapes of her fucking him in the front room! I hope the cops come back around here I’m gonna give them the tapes and sing like a fucking bird!”
I didn’t know what to say I had no idea that Tracy was still sleeping with Caldwell. I looked at Brandon and he didn’t look upset at all by Michelle’s comments. Then it hit me. “You knew she was still sleeping with him Brandon?”
He gave me a cold stare and started speaking. “Yeah I knew about it. Your girl Michelle here confirmed it the last time I was here. I know she still has a thing for him. That’s why she moved here to get to be with him while I was still in Miami. When I first came here with her I thought everything was cool but when Michelle told me everything that was going on I knew that she really didn’t love me. I tried to tell her that Byron wasn’t shit, but she wouldn’t listen. She never knew I fucked him before she did. If anything, she stole him from me. I’m glad his ass is dead. That muthafucka was about to mess up all my plans.”
I sat up. “What plans?”
Just then another voice spoke. “Yeah, Brandon, tell me your plans!”
All of us turned around to see Tracy standing at the bedroom door with fire in her eyes.
“What the fuck is going on Brandon! Why are the three of you naked and what’s this plan, Brandon!”
I think we all were shocked. I guess with Michelle running her mouth, we didn’t hear Tracy come through the door. Michelle reached for the comforter to drape over her half naked body.
Tracy snatched the comforter away from Michelle. “Stay naked you fat bitch. Don’t try to cover up now. Half the campus has seen your ass anyway.”
I thought Michelle was going to snap, but she sat there and didn’t open her mouth. I had never seen Tracy this mad before. I sat on the edge of the bed, scared to move. All three of us sat quiet as church mice.
Tracy looked at me. “And I thought you were my friend you fuckin’ fag! I thought I could talk to you. I thought I could tell you anything.” Then a strange look ran across her face. “Now I get it!” She stared me right in the eyes. “B is for Brandon, ain’t it?”
I just dropped my head because I knew she had me.
“All this time you’ve been fucking my man. Eric, I knew fat ass over there was capable of some low shit, but I never thought you were that kind of person.”
I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. For the first time during all of this, I feel guilty. I dropped my head in shame.
“Don’t drop your fuckin’ head!”
“Tracy I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”
“What the hell are you sorry for? I know you’re sorry that your stankin’ ass got caught. Were you sorry when you were sucking my man’s dick? Were you sorry when ya’ll were fucking. When did you actually feel sorry, Eric?”
Michelle finally managed to collect a bunch of nerves together and try to leave the room. Tracy grabbed her by the hair. “Get your fat ass back in here. Don’t try to leave now!” Tracy flung Michelle on the bed. I thought I was going to see Michelle get the beat down she deserved. “You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you up right now. I swear I’m mad enough to kill you right now.”
Michelle took this opportunity to really piss Tracy off. “What! You gonna kill me like you killed Byron?”

The room went silent. I just stood there and looked at Michelle I thought, there is no way that bitch just said that to me. Before I could even think about it, I jumped on Michelle’s chest and was hitting her as hard as I could in the face. I repeatedly slammed my fist into her head. She tried to push me off of her but I was latched on like a pit bull. I tried to scratch the skin off her fat face. “Say something else bitch! Say something else,” I screamed, as I continued to pound my fist into Michelle’s face and the side of her head.

After what seemed like hours I felt Eric grab me from behind. I thought he was holding me so Michelle can get up and kick my ass. Michelle, struggling to get up from the mattress finally got to her feet and started towards me. I kicked my legs to try and keep her away from me, since I couldn’t break the hold Eric had on me. As Michelle tried to time my kicks as to when she was gonna try and get close enough to hit me I saw Brandon come up behind her grab her around her arms.

Michelle said, as Brandon turned her away from me. “Fuck you, fat slut!” I tried my best to break away from
Eric. I wanted to finish kicking her ass. I had waited on this day for
a long time. I think we both knew it was gonna come down to this,
but I had no idea her sleeping with my man would be the breaking
point. Eric walked me out of the room, still holding me. We went
into the front room and he tossed me on the sofa like a rag doll. As
soon as I hit the sofa I jumped right up and stoodright in Eric’s
face. “I thought you were my friend! I thought you and I could talk
about anything!” I don’t know if I was mad at the fact that Eric was sleeping with my man, or if I was mad that Eric genuinely hurt me. I stared him directly in his eyes. He lowered his head and started to cry. “What the hell are you crying for?” I asked, as he sat on the sofa and put his head in his hands. “You crying and I’m the one that
just walked in on my man getting fucked by another man!” Eric looked up at me with tears running down his face. For a
second I felt bad for him. I don’t know why, but I did. I should have
jumped on him like I did Michelle but mamma ain’t raise no fool.
He might be gay, but he’s still a man, and most men hit hard. “Tracy I’m sorry. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am.
It was just a lust thing for me.”
I walked over to Eric and stood over him I reached out
my hand to rub the back of his head when anger ran through me
again. My outreached loving hand turned into a hard slap across
the back of his head.
“Do you think I’m stupid!”
Eric grabbed his head and looked at me with disbelief in his
eyes.
“You were walking around here calling him B for a while!
You knew what you were doing! You knew this would hurt me, but
did you care, no! All you could think about was getting your little
nasty dick in my man! So save that, I’m so sorry, shit!” Still holding the back of his head Eric finally said a few
words to me. “Tracy, you’re right. I fucked up. I knew what I
was doing the entire time, and again, I’m sorry. But you mean to
tell me that you had no idea that your man might be gay or bi,
whatever he want to call it?”
I thought about that question for a while then answered,
“Hell no! Do you think I would have stayed with him if I knew
he liked men?”
“Well, he might be trying to get you back for sleeping
with Byron.”
Right then anger shot from my feet to my head. I walked
over to Eric and slapped him right across the face. Eric jumped up
and I closed my eyes and braced myself for a punch but it never
happened. I opened my eyes and Eric was still standing there with
his head turned in the direction of the slap. I took a few steps backwards with my eyes fixed on Eric. He just stood there like a statue. He didn’t move and he didn’t speak a word. I figured this
would be a good time for me to go kick Brandon’s ass a little. I walked back into Eric’s bedroom where Michelle and
Brandon were. As I stood to the door, I saw Brandon consoling
Michelle. All I could see was her still swollen face, lying on my
man’s shoulder.
“Damn bitch, you still at it huh? You are just determined
to get with my man!”
She looked up, and saw me coming right at her. She tried to
hurry to her feet but I guess her weight shifted and she fell back as
she tried to stand. By the time she hit the ground, I was standing
over her, kicking her in the side and anyplace else my foot could
find. This was gonna be an ass whippin’ she was gonna remember
for a long time. Eric heard her screaming and ran in the room.
Brandon had walked to the other side of the room and watched as I
kicked the hell out of her. Eric ran in and pushedme on the bed and
helped Michelle up and walked her out of the room.
“I’ma whip your ass bitch! You wait, I got something for
ya!” Michelle screamed as Eric pulled her out the room. She
kicked and yelled all the way into the front room. All I could
hear was her constant yelling about how she had something for
me and how I was gonna get mine.
I turned my attention to Brandon. The love of my life.
The man I wanted to marry. The man that my family loves so
much. The man that I’ve been with since forever. He was
standing on the other side of the bed from me, looking like a lost
child. I wanted to cry, but anger kept that from happening. “What
the hell are you thinking Brandon!” He just stood there with the
dumbest damn look on his face. I could tell his mind was
working overtime to come up with a good lie to tell me. “See, what had happened was that...” From the first six
words of that sentence, I knew bullshit was following. “Just stop right there. Let me save you from telling a damn
lie!” His mouth closed, as he knew I was on to him. He walked
around the room, looking for his clothes. Like everything was allgood. My emotions got the best of me when he acted as if
everything was fine.
“What the fuck’s your problem Brandon? We were
supposed to get married. We were supposed to be in love. How
could you do this to me? And what hurt most of all is that you
did this with my roommates!”
He kept picking up his clothes never once acknowledging
me. At that point I lost all control.
“Brandon, talk to me damn it! I just caught you fucking
another man and you’re not going to say anything about it!” Brandon swung around with a hate filled look on his face.
“You caused this Tracy! Remember when you cheated on me back
in Miami. How the fuck do you think I felt. He was my teacher,
Tracy. He was my mentor. I looked up to him and you knew that,
but that didn’t stop you from sleeping with him did it!” I was stunned. He turned it back on me. I was speechless.
Then it hit me. The conversation Michelle and I had in the car
that day when she asked me if I thought Brandon had really
forgiven me for cheating on him. I though, that dirty bitch knew
all along what was going on and didn’t tell me. Sheplayed me
the entire time.
“Yeah Tracy, it don’t feel so good to be cheated on, does
it! Then to make matters worse you came up here and cheated
with him again. You left the state to come up here and cheat, this
time without me finding out about it. You got the nerve to stand
here and judge me! You running around calling people sluts, but
look at you! Look at yourself for a second!”
Normally, if Brandon and I got into it, he knew justwhat
to say to break me down. I am a ball of jell-o whenit comes to
him. I knew I had to stand strong, if not, the situation would only
get worse for me.
“Yeah I cheated on you, but at least I cheated with the
opposite sex. Tell me something, when did you become a fag?” I
balled up my fist because I just knew he was going to come at me
for that comment. His eyes tightened. His fist clenched but he didn’t
make a move towards me. I don’t know what made me start going
off, but I could not control myself. “That’s why I cheated on you in
the first place. I needed a real man. A man that could make me feels good. Not a man that wanted me to fuck him up his ass. Hell, all you had to do was ask me, I would have got a strap on
and tore your ass up if that’s what you wanted.”
At this point, all I wanted to do was hurt him. I wanted
him to feel the pain that I was feeling at that moment. I said
things I knew weren’t true, but I wanted to hurt his feelings, his
manhood, anything I could.
“You know what Tracy, I would expect you to say
something like that, I really would.”
“Why is that?”
“Because if you’ll kill a man, there is no depth to which
you won’t sink.”
My eyes widened and filled with water. Tears started
rolling down my face, but not because I was hurt byhis words,
but because of anger. I felt my hands start to tremble. I wanted to
grab his throat and squeeze till my fingers crushed his esophagus. “You dirty muthafucka,” I said, in a cold, low tone. “You
know damn well I could never kill anybody. But I am mad
enough right now to damn sure try to kill you.”
A nasty smile made its way across his face. He chuckled a
little
“What the fuck is so funny!” I yelled, irately. He walked over to me and whispered, “I know you didn’t
kill him. But all the fingers are pointed at you huh?”
A sick feeling came over me. I was confused and couldn’t
speak.
“Let me break it down for you.” He sat on the edge of the
bed and began his story. “I killed Byron.”
My mouth fell open. There was no way under the sun I
was in love with a person that could do such a thing. He continued. “Michelle told me that the two of you were
still getting together. I wanted you all to myself. Obviously you
felt differently than I did. So, Michelle told me where his class
was and what kind of car he drove and I waited on him to show
up for work.
“When he pulled into the parking lot, I quickly pulled up
next to him. The funny part was he was actually happy to see me. It was like old times again. As he got out his car, I walked over to him and threw one arm over his shoulder to hug him and I shoved a knife into his stomach. I placed my hand over his mouth and shoved him back into the car. I began to stab him repeatedly in the chest. I don’t know how many times I stabbed
him, but when I was finished there was blood everywhere. “To my surprise, not a single soul was in the parking lot at
that time. I guess that was a sign that it was his time to go. ’Cause
you know in movies and books it’s always somebody that just
happened to see you right before you’re done and walking away.”