Rendezvous

The fact that you had either initiated or allowed the intertwining of your tongues, to not lay stiff while he undresses you and runs his hands across your breasts and perhaps even made it easy for him to slip your panties off. For you to not resist when he pushed your head down to his cock and for you to open your mouth to encompass it. For you to spread your legs and allow him to do things to you that's part of every young man's wet dreams, and probably even fake a few moans so that it'll end or wouldn't end. For you to lie with him after as his sperms swim merrily through you (I don't think a condom was involved), and probably spend the night sleeping with his arm over you. For you to allow him to plant sloppy kisses on your face when it was all over.

The two of you must have talked, laughed even. I must have been excluded, on purpose no doubt, from this conversation. Someone had asked the other to be with each other in a bedroom alone, and the other had agreed (whoever did what is of no concern to me). Hints must have flown to show that sex was an option that night. And if you hadn't enjoyed it, you must have pretended to, and that sickens me the most.