Cursed by RedLegoDragon

“Well that’s certainly creepy as fuck,” Erith muttered.

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“Nothing’s happening, Terry,” Nathan muttered as he peered over the shoulders of the crowd of loud and obnoxious girls between him and the window, through which he was keeping tabs on Erith and her friends. “Why isn’t she trying to get dick like the good slut she is?”

“I dunno. Maybe she wants to get a drink (or two) first,” Terry said, knocking back what remained in his own bottle of beer. “Or maybe she’s not in the mood. I mean… the last five guys have all suffered horrific injuries, right? Maybe she just doesn’t want to get anyone else hurt.”

“No. Sluts like Erith Winters don’t think about anyone else but themselves,” Nathan said. He had noticed that blonde bitch Sandra looking at him, but couldn’t be arsed to make it look like he wasn’t staring at the three of them. “She’s desperate for some dick. I know it.”

So intent was Nathan on observing Erith and her friends that he didn’t notice the look that Terry gave; a look that was part bemusement, and part exasperation.

“Maybe she’s given up?” Terry ventured, as he shook his bottle; regarding the lack of contents with a look of despair. “I mean… you only try so many times before you just accept life has other plans for you, right?”

“Fuck no,” Nathan snapped. Though whether he was talking about Erith or himself, he wasn’t sure. “She is going to try and get laid again tonight, I’m sure of it. She’s probably so backed up she’ll fuck anything, so we can’t let her out of our sight.”

“Keep staring at her like that and she’s liable to wallop you one. Or worse.”

Nathan glanced at Terry. “Worse?”

Terry shrugged. “I dunno. Tie you up and make you listen to Taylor Swift?”

“Yeah… that is worse,” Nathan muttered. Turning back to the window his eyes widened when he saw the people in the kitchen had all changed. “Where the fuck did she go?”

“Dunno.”

“Fuck’s sake, Terry!” Nathan snapped. “I take my eyes off her for a moment and she’s done a runner!” He left Terry where the chubby man stood dumbfounded, and made a path back into the house; elbowing the large groups of students out of the way in his haste. “Fucking bitch!”

He wasn’t going to miss witnessing first-hand Erith being denied AGAIN. Nathan was done with hearing about it second-hand from the gossip mill at school. He wanted to see the frustration and anger on Erith’s face with his own eyes when yet another horrendous accident scuppered her chance to have sex. To see her features twist into something like his own every time he looked at the mirror. That would be such delicious irony that Nathan felt himself growing hard with the thought of it.

“Easy there sweetie!”

Nathan snarled at Roger Corman as he pushed past; mostly because the other man was so attractive and gay it made Nathan question his sexuality, and he didn’t want to be attracted to men. He wanted women; a kind, obedient woman, to be precise. The type of woman who would spend all day cleaning the house, cook for him when he got back from work, and would spread her legs on command like a good bitch.

“Someone needs to get laid,” Roger muttered to Nathan’s back.

Biting back a slur, Nathan pushed through the hallway as he craned his neck to try and see the tall figure of Erith Winters over the heads of everyone present. The girl was stupidly tall compared to most, and this county had a plethora of tall women to begin with! Yet he couldn’t see her in the living room when Nathan poked his head round the corner; though the living room was so packed with people dancing to the music blaring from the makeshift jukebox (really someone’s iPhone connected to a hefty bluetooth speaker set) it was tough to make out any faces.

Pulling back Nathan ventured deeper into the crowded hallway, pushing past couples making out, giving them angry glares as he stumbled upstairs; his heart racing as he feared he was too late, and that Erith had taken some arrogant cunt upstairs in the vain hope she would finally lose her virginity tonight.

His smile was a rictus grin as he pictured her face when someone horrible happened YET AGAIN. It was hot enough that his cock was straining against the fabric of his jeans. He needed to be careful threading his path up the stairs between people or else he’d trip and probably do himself an injury.

Reaching the top, and expecting to hear some screams, Nathan was unprepared for the hand that came out of nowhere to grab a large handful of his t-shirt. His surprise continued as someone shoved him into a room and slammed the door behind them, ending only when the cold wall slammed against his back, and an elbow held painfully against his collarbone.

“Alright you sad sack of shit,” Erith spat in his face. “Spill it!”

This close to her, Nathan was in awe at her beauty: truly her face suited being scrunched up in fury. That hard-on of his was returning, having momentarily softened in shock at his rough treatment in her hands, a long-running fantasy of his that he indulged in during his frequent masturbatory sessions.

“Must be really annoying,” he said. Grinning wide at her expression, and the way her large brown eyes danced as she regarded his face as she watched him answer. “Not getting what you really want?”

“Fuck you!”

“Seeing all that hot ass that should be yours, but you can’t get it! Everything’s against you! You’re forced to watch while everyone else indulges in something that should be yours by right!”

“Don’t you fucking DARE compare me to you!” Erith snarled, giving him a shove with her elbow just to emphasise the point. The thought of him trying to make a comparison between her inflicted condition, and his self-inflicted condition was annoying the fuck out of her. “The reason YOU can’t get laid is because you are a miserable pile of shit! The reason I can’t get laid is because some cunt has fucking CURSED me! You know something, don’t you! You’ve been watching me all night! Want to see if I try and fuck another poor guy? Want to see the fruits of your labour, Nathan? Want to see some big dick stud get his just deserts?”

“Would be poetry,” Nathan said. “Those cunts worship their dicks. They think they’re God’s gift to girls. I enjoy watching them get what’s theirs.”

“Did you curse me, Nathan?” Erith snarled.

He looked her in the eye, grinning. “Now how would little old me know how to curse you, Erith?”

“Don’t bullshit me!”

He shrugged. “I didn’t curse you,” he said. “I wish I did, but I don’t know jack shit about curses. Have to say: it’s been a fucking laugh watching you fuck up dick after dick. It’s been a laugh seeing you get yourself all frustrated because no one is going to fuck you.”

“You fucking sadistic fuck!”

“Serves you right for picking cunts!” Nathan snarled. “You could have given a good man a chance!”

She raised an eyebrow. “What… like you? Do you really think I’d ever want to fuck a guy like you?”

“No, you made that really fucking clear!” Nathan said. “Your loss!”

Erith was drawing a blank at what Nathan was referring to. Sure, she’d never had any desire to have sex with the man, but at the same time she’d never told him that. In fact she couldn’t recall saying much to the guy at all in all the years they had been at school together. They just operated in different social circles. To think he was THIS obsessed with her? It was honestly kind of terrifying, and Erith wondered if she had made a mistake cornering him in this bedroom (judging by the decorations and book choice it belonged to Sissy’s brother, who, if Erith recalled correctly, was currently at UoE).

“You could have had something good!” Nathan said, his smile becoming a little deranged.

“Oh? Look who’s thinking he’s God’s gift to women!” Erith said. “You think a little virgin like you could fuck? You think you could make a girl cum? I bet you wouldn’t last more than thirty seconds…”

“One way to find out!” Nathan said, smirking.

Erith opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but then a cruel idea popped into her head. A very cruel idea indeed. If this wretched man wanted to have sex with her so badly, and if he really hadn’t cursed her (and Erith didn’t think he was lying), then why not let him have what he wanted? A chance to fuck her.

Would be funny watching something crazy happen and Nathan get his dick snapped. It would serve him fucking right, for being such a little shit. Such a vile, twisted little shit.

report Why not? He could be the only guy who genuinely deserved to suffer her curse.

“Sure,” she said, suddenly switching on the charm. Taking a step back, she smiled sweetly at him. “Only one way to find out… you should put your money where your mouth is, Nathan!”

For a moment Nathan was confused: what the hell sparked this sudden change of attitude. But then the realisation that this could finally be his chance – the chance he had spent ages wanting – made him throw caution to the wind. Maybe tonight would finally be the night he stopped being a disgusting virgin, and got to experience what everyone else was enjoying around him.

“I’ll show you what you should have chosen in the first place!” He said, pulling his shirt up over his head.

Erith watched the unveiling of a skinny pale torso with barely any muscle with some amusement; Nathan was definitely not built like she preferred, but even so maybe if the man had actual charisma she might’ve given him a chance. Either way it would be funny watching whatever tiny dick he had tucked beneath his jeans get bent into a right angle through some freak cursed-induced accident.

“Yeah… show me what you’ve got,” she purred. Taking off her own T-shirt, she stood in front of him with her black lace bra on show. Holding up her large pale tits (not as big as Sandra’s, but still a respectable size all the same). “Put your money where your mouth is, Nathan. You say I should have fucked you. Well, now you’ve got your chance. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

“Lie on the bed,” he said. Full of confidence in this situation. He knew why she was trying not to smirk beneath that sweet smile of his, and he allowed his emotions to direct his face.