Chapter 5 Getting shit faced

• Rachel's POV
• I hate him!
• I hate his words!
• Hate his body!
• I!
• Hate!
• Him!
• But damn.
• That body of his sure is a masterpiece.
• It must be some kind of sin to hide such a body.
• Remember how I told you he was probably skinny?
• Wrong!
• Who would have thought a geek like Mason could have a body like that?
• Because watch it, he didn't have a 6 pack, THERE WAS A FREAKING 8 PACK!
• And those words.
• Never in my life would I expect a guy like him to have such a dirty mind.
• And I am ashamed to tell you but he managed to turn me on.
• Even before he said anything.
• There sure was a lot of chemistry and passion between us.
• But there was no chance in hell I would admit it to him.
• He was still a man whore.
• Even though when I looked back at our conversation from moments ago he seemed hurt by my words.
• It's not like I made that up.
• It was well known knowledge all over the campus when we were in high school and later in college.
• And that description just stuck with him.
• Not my fault.
• But still I couldn't help it. I felt bad for things I said to him.
• Especially since he was right.
• I was sexually frustrated and I used him to relieve my anger and frustration.
• I promised myself I would make up to him somehow.
• But right now I need to go get ready for a job interview.
• When I passed by his room the door was closed but no sound was heard from inside.
• So I just went into Becky's room that was mine at the moment and got ready as fast as I could.
• First I didn't want to be late, and second I wanted to avoid Mason for as long as possible.
• So I was out the door in record time.
• ***************
• To say my interview didn't go well would be an understatement.
• On my way back to the house I called Becky and asked her for Mason's favorite dessert.
• She knew right away something was wrong.
• And with a heavy heart and lump in my throat I told her everything.
• And you know what she did?
• She laughed!
• And not a small laugh, but a big belly laugh!
• After a while she finally managed to calm down so she could tell me he loved muffins with chocolate.
• But what stuck with me were her final words before we said goodbye.
• "Don't believe everything you hear Rachel. Keep your mind open. And no matter what happens remember we will always be best friends."
• I had no idea what she meant with those words.
• But I had no time to find a deeper meaning in them.
• So instead once I reached our house I started preparing muffins as a way to apologize to Mason.
• After they were safely on the counter cooling down I grabbed myself one of 3 bottles of tequila I bought today and started drinking.
• It was my pity party after all.
• I almost emptied the whole bottle when Mason came home.
• So you can guess he found me on a good way to get shitfaced.
• "Heeeeey roomie. I made you fookies. No wait. Cookies. Yes cookies. I made you cookies."
• He was just standing there frozen for a moment.
• "Rachel. Are you drunk?"
• What a boring man he could be. I could hear it in his voice. He was judging me.
• "Not yet my darling but I will be once I finish another bottle of this amazing tequila. You want some?"
• I stood up to get myself another bottle from the kitchen but two strong hands stopped me in my tracks. Damn those hands looked sexy.
• "Oh no you won't. Come on, let's sit down. Tell me why are you shitfaced at 5pm?"
• "Heeey I've told you I'm not shitfaced…yet! And ok if you really want to know."
• I took one last deep breath before I started telling him all about my interview.
• "You see I had an interview for a job today. Or is it a job interview? Ah never mind, that's irrelevant right now, we will come back to this issue later. So I had this thing and it was all going smoothly, until they asked for my former jobs. I was honest with them and told them where I worked. And after that they've told me, they can't afford to hire someone who is sexually abusive towards their coworkers. Me! Sexually abusive! I didn't even get laid in the past 3years! God damn it I miss sex"
• Then I remembered I wasn't alone and looked at Mason.
• "Hey you are a man!"
• He looked at me weirdly.
• "No shit Sherlock. Did you just realize that?"
• He was so funny. But my mission wasn't finished yet.
• "So that you have a dick!"
• His face still showed a huge amount of shock but he didn't interrupt me.
• "Have sex with me Mason!"
• "Ok Rach. Come on, let's get you to bed."
• Wait. What? That was fast!
• "Hey I am not that easy. I want a long steamy foreplay, you know."
• Since my legs were like jello he picked me up bridal style and started carrying me to my bedroom.
• The moment he started walking I started kissing and sucking his neck.
• I have no idea what came over me. I just know I was a horny drunken mess.
• "Rachel, please stop it. You are drunk and we need to get you to bed. Please be a good girl for me."
• "Nooo Mason, I don't want to go to bed. I wamt to have sex. Like right now. Why don't you want to have sex with me. Don't you think I am beautiful?"
• He muttered something under his breath which sounded like he said : "Dear lord help me survive this temptation!"
• Once we reached the room he put me gently on the bed.
• I began pulling up my T-shirt but he stopped me.
• "Rachel please go to bed. We can talk about it in the morning. But right now you need to get some sleep."
• I tried pouting, puppy eyes, but nothing worked.
• So I gave up.
• For now.
• "Would you at least stay with me tonight? No sexy time I promise. Just cuddling? I don't want to be alone tonight."
• He hesitated for a few moments but then started undressing.
• Once he was only in his T-shirt and boxers he crawled into bed next to me and pulled me closer so I was lying on his chest.
• My body relaxed right away. It felt so nice.
• "You didn't answer my question Mason. Why don't you want to have sex with me?"
• He just groaned but didn't answer.
• But it's ok.
• I would ask him in the morning.
• Just as I was drifting off to dreamland I think I heard his response.
• "I want Rachel. I really do. But I want you to be all in and remember it in the morning."
• But maybe it was just my wishful imagination.
• Who knows.
• I will ask him in the morning.
• I promise.