My Life is Horrific Chapter 6 — What’s Big, Tall and wears a Hockey Mask (Patreon)

I headed upstairs together with her after the bottle landed on Casey. The group whooped and catcalled behind us as I took her hand and I led her down the hall to one of the guest bedrooms.

Casey's fingers trembled in mine, her short blonde hair falling over one eye as she kept her gaze on the carpet like she might disappear if she looked up. She was the classic blushing virgin, all shy and zero experience, and fuck if that did not make me harder than I've ever felt before.

I closed the door behind us with a soft click and I turned to her. "Hey," I said softly, stepping close and I tilted her chin up so she had to meet my eyes. "You okay with this? We don't have to do anything you don't want. Seven minutes is just a game, we can just talk if that's better."

She bit her lip, her cheeks flaming red, but she nodded quickly. "I... I want to. I just... I've never..." Her voice trailed off, but her eyes were big and trusting and that was all the green light I needed.

I smiled, leaned in slowly and I kissed her gently at first, just lips brushing lips until she melted into it with this soft little sigh that went straight to my dick. Then I kissed her deeper, my tongue sliding in to taste the cherry soda and liquor on her, my hands sliding down her sides over the thin fabric of her one-piece swimsuit. She was inexperienced as hell, I could tell by the way she followed my lead, but that just made me want to give her my best.

I backed her toward the bed, kissing her the whole way, one hand cupping her ass and squeezing while the other traced up her stomach to brush the underside of her tits through the suit. She whimpered into my mouth, her knees buckling a little, and I caught her, lowering us both onto the mattress with me on top.

My cock was rock hard now, straining against my trunks, and I pressed it right against her thigh as we made out heavier, grinding slowly so she could feel exactly what she was doing to me. She gasped when it rubbed against her, but her hips twitched up like she wanted more. I sat back just enough to peel the straps of her swimsuit down her shoulders, revealing her tits first, c cups with cute pink nipples already hard. Then lower, tugging the suit all the way off until she was naked beneath me.

Her body was perfect in that real-girl way, not as tight and toned as the cheerleaders but not chubby either, a little soft around the middle with gentle curves that made my mouth water, pale skin that flushed everywhere I touched, and between her legs a natural dark blonde bush that she clearly never trimmed. The whole thing screamed of inexperienced and it got my blood flowing even more.

I kicked my trunks off fast, my dick springing free, and her eyes went wide when she saw it. "Oh... James... is... is that going to fit?" she whispered all nervously.

I chuckled a little while stroking myself just to let her watch me. "Don't worry, baby, it'll fit. I'll go slowly, promise."

She bit her lip again, glancing down at it then back up at me. "What about... condoms? I don't want to get pregnant..."

I leaned down and I kissed her again, my cock resting against her thigh. "It won't feel as good with one on your first time, trust me. I'll pull out, okay?"

She hesitated for one second then she nodded. "Okay... I trust you."

I spread her legs gently, settling between them, I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, coating myself in how wet she already was. She moaned softly, her hips lifting. I kept kissing her, one hand on her tit pinching the nipple just right while the other guided my cock to her entrance. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight virgin pussy stretch around me like a hot velvet glove. I even felt her hymen pop and Casey give a small squeak of pain.

Fuck it felt insanely good, so much tighter than anything I've ever had, her walls fluttering and gripping every bit of me as I sank deeper until I bottomed out with my hips flush against hers.

Casey gasped loudly, nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh my god... it's so big... I feel so full..."

"You're doing so good," I murmured against her lips, staying still so she could adjust. Then I started moving, slow shallow thrusting at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting her feel every inch. It was heaven, her pussy squeezing me like it never wanted to let go, wet and hot and so fucking snug I had to grit my teeth not to cum right there. I kissed her neck, sucked on her tits, rolled her nipples between my fingers while I fucked her slowly, picking up speed when her moans turned into pants.

She came faster than I expected, her whole body tensing under me, her pussy clamping down hard as she cried out cutely. "James... oh... I think I'm... ahh!" Her legs shook, her eyes squeezed shut, little whimpers spilling out as she rode the orgasm, her inexperienced body not knowing how to handle it but loving every second.

I did not stop, I just kept thrusting through it, deeper now, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room along with her cute little gasps. "That's it, baby, cum on my cock... you feel so fucking good."

She kept going, moaning my name over and over in that soft voice. "It feels so good... don't stop... please... I love it..." Her hands clutched my back, hips starting to move with me like she was learning fast, and I fucked her harder, the bed creaking under us, my balls slapping against her ass.

I got close way too fast, that tight heat milking me with every thrust, her pussy still fluttering from her orgasm. I thought about pulling out, I really did, but it felt way too fucking perfect buried inside her, so I just groaned and let it happen. My cum rushed through me in thick hot spurts, flooding her deeply, pulse after pulse while I buried myself to the hilt and held there, groaning her name into her neck.

I pulled out after a long minute, my cock still twitching, a trickle of my cum leaking from her freshly fucked pussy. I rolled beside her, breathing hard, feeling that post-nut clarity mix with the beer buzz.

Casey was wiped. Her eyes were already half-closed, a sleepy little smile on her face as she curled against my side. "That was... amazing... thank you..." she mumbled, and just like that she was out, breathing softly and dead to the world.

I stared at the ceiling for a second, disappointed as hell because I was still horny and wanted round two, but whatever, she earned the nap. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, twenty minutes had passed and nobody had come banging on the door at the seven-minute mark.

I pulled my swimming trunks back on, gave Casey one last look where she slept, then I headed downstairs. The living room was quieter now, just Claire and Juliana sitting on the big couch with fresh drinks, both still in their bikinis, laughing about something. No one else around.

"Ayooo," I called out, waving as I grabbed a half-drunk beer from the table. "No one came to get us. What's up with that?"

They both looked over at me, grins spreading on their faces. Claire raised her bottle. "Tyler said you'd need a little longer than that."

I laughed, shaking my head. What a fucking bro. I picked up the half-empty beer and I took a swig. "Where is he anyway?"

"He left a couple minutes ago," Claire said, scooting over so I could sit between them. "Apparently he forgot to tell Fred that the power for the guest house is on a separate circuit board, so they had to turn it on if they wanted to use the hot tub."

I hummed, dropping down onto the couch right between them. "Oh yeah I forgot about that."

Juliana smirked over at me. "Is Casey not coming back down?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, a little embarrassed but mostly proud. "She's upstairs resting."

Claire burst out laughing, leaning into my side. "You haven't killed her have you?"

"Nah, she's good," I said with a grin.

Juliana's smirk grew. "We should continue the game then."

"With only three of us?" I commented, raising a brow.

"Why not?" she replied, already reaching for the empty bottle on the table.

I looked at Claire. She just shrugged, smiling easily, no problem at all with the idea. "I'm down if you are."

Fuck it.

"Spin it then."

Juliana's dark eyes lit up with that wicked little spark only drunk girls get. She leaned forward on the couch, her black thong bikini barely holding those fat olive tits in place, and gave the empty bottle a hard spin on the coffee table. It whirled for a while then slowed and stopped dead pointing right at me. She did not even wait for the thing to settle all the way. In one smooth motion she swung her leg over and climbed straight into my lap, straddling me right there on the couch like we were the only two people in the room, her thick thighs squeezing my hips and that perfect ass settling right on my cock through my trunks.

I blinked, hands automatically landing on her waist because what the fuck else was I supposed to do. "Shouldn't we go in the closet or something? Seven minutes, right?"

She laughed loudly before grinding down on my cock just to feel me twitch under her. "If we did that then Claire would get lonely. There's only three of us now, so this'll have to do."

Claire's eyes went wide from her spot right next to us on the couch. "Juliana, wait, this is—"

But Juliana was already leaning in, cupping my face with both hands and kissing me hard. Her lips were soft and full and tasted like tequila and lip gloss, her tongue sliding like she had done this a hundred times. I groaned into her mouth, hands sliding down to grab that fat ass and squeeze, pulling her tighter against me so my cock rubbed right up between her cheeks through the thin fabric. She moaned back, rolling her hips in circles, working me like a pro while Claire sat frozen beside us.

"Juliana, maybe we should—" Claire started again.

Juliana broke the kiss just long enough to turn and grab Claire by the back of the neck, pulling her in close. "Shh, bonita, no one's lonely tonight." Then she kissed Claire full on the mouth.

Claire made this shocked little squeak but she did not pull away. Juliana kissed her like she meant it and after a second Claire's shoulders relaxed just a fraction. Juliana grinned against her lips and pushed me gently sideways until I was leaning over Claire instead. I did not need telling twice. I cupped Claire's flushed cheek and kissed her, the way I had wanted to since the car ride, tasting the vodka and sweetness on her tongue while she melted into it with this soft surprised whimper that went straight to my balls.

The whole time Juliana did not stop. Her hands slid down my chest, tugged my trunks down just enough for my cock to spring free. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroked once, twice, then leaned down and swallowed me to the hilt in one smooth glide. No gag, no hesitation, just the wet constructing heat of her throat that made my eyes roll back.

Her throat worked around the head like she was born for it, tongue swirling the underside while she bobbed up and down, spit running down my shaft and dripping onto my balls. The wet sucking sounds filled the room right next to Claire's soft moans as I kept kissing her, one hand on Claire's tit squeezing through her bikini top while Juliana deepthroated me like a fucking champion.

Claire pulled back just enough to gasp, embarrassed as hell but still kissing me back between words. "James... oh my god... she's... right here..."

"I know," I murmured against her lips, thumb brushing her nipple until she shivered.

Juliana hummed around my cock, the vibration shooting up my spine, then popped off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to the head. She stroked me fast with one hand while she looked up at Claire, mouth open, tongue out, my cum already starting to build at the base. "You want some, bonita? Fresh and hot, straight from the source."

Claire stared, lips parted, eyes flicking from Juliana's open mouth to my throbbing cock and back again. For a second she looked like she might actually lean in, but then she blinked hard, her face going scarlet. "I... I need some air." She scrambled up off the couch, nearly tripping over her own feet, and hurried toward the sliding glass doors that led out to the deck.

I sat there breathing heavily while my cock still rock hard and glistening from Juliana's spit. Shit. Juliana had pushed it way too far, way too fast. I got up and went to go after Claire. "Come on, Jules, that was a bit much. She's not like you, she's—"

Juliana just laughed and stood up right in front of me. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her thong bikini and peeled it down slowly, letting it drop to the floor so she stood there completely naked, olive skin glowing, large tits with dark nipples hard as pebbles, that perfect trimmed pubic hair above her puffy pussy lips already shiny. She stepped closer, straddling one of my thighs and grinding her wet slit right along my cock. "You sure you want to chase her, guapo? Look at this tight little pussy... it's been aching for a big cock like yours all night. I'll ride you right here, let you fill me up until I can't walk straight."

Fuck.

The temptation hit like a truck. Her body was built for sin, thick thighs, round ass, that confident smirk, and the way she rolled her hips... I could bend her over the couch and pound her senseless in ten seconds flat.

But Claire was outside alone, probably mortified, and something in my chest twisted at the thought of leaving her out there after everything. I gently pushed Juliana back, even though every cell in my body hated me for it. "Tempting as hell, but I gotta check on her. You went too far too fast."

Juliana pouted, then smirked again, stepping back and crossing her arms under her tits so they pushed up even more. "Tease. Fine, go play hero. I'll just go find a real man who actually finishes what he starts." She grabbed her bikini bottom off the floor and sauntered toward the stairs, ass swaying like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

I rolled my eyes, tucked my still-hard cock back into my trunks with a wince, and stood up. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Jules."  I headed for the sliding doors, the cool night air hitting me as soon as I stepped outside.

The deck was dark except for the string lights along the railing and the moon reflecting off the lake. Claire stood at the far end, her arms wrapped around herself, staring out at the water. She looked small and embarrassed and so cute it made my chest do that stupid flip again. I walked up slowly, not wanting to spook her.

"Hey," I said soft, stopping a couple feet away. "You okay?"

She turned, cheeks still pink even in the dark. "Yeah... I just... that was a lot. I didn't know it was going to be... like that."

I nodded, rubbing the back of my neck. "Juliana gets carried away when she's drunk. I should've stopped it sooner. Sorry."

Claire gave me this shy little smile, stepping closer until she was right in front of me. "It wasn't... bad. Just surprising. I've never... with another girl watching, or even done anything like that."

I reached out and tucked a strand of wavy blonde hair behind her ear. "We don't have to do anything. Tonight's supposed to be fun, not weird."

She bit her lip, then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, James. You're actually really sweet."

I felt a flush creep up my neck, but I played it cool, smiling back at her. Claire hesitated for a second, then glanced toward the hallway where Julianna had disappeared earlier. "I saw her get undressed through the crack in the door," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "She was basically naked. I'm guessing she offered to have sex with you or something like that."

I let out a chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck. "Yeah, something like that."

Claire's eyebrows shot up, but there was no judgment in her expression, just curiosity. "And you turned her down? To come check on me instead?" She tilted her head, studying me. "That's not the kind of behavior I'd expect from a jock like you."

I chuckled again, shrugging it off. "Well, your dad did put me in charge of looking after you this weekend. Can't let him down."

She burst out laughing, the sound light and genuine, and gave me a playful shove on the shoulder. "Oh, come on, that's your excuse? You're such a boy scout."

I waved it off with a grin, trying to downplay the whole thing. "Nah, it's no big deal. Jules was a little drunk tonight. She probably won't even remember it tomorrow."

Claire's laughter faded into a thoughtful nod. "I hope she doesn't."

We stood there on the balcony for a bit longer, the cool night air wrapping around us, it felt peaceful, almost intimate. I glanced at my watch, frowning slightly. "Tyler's been gone a lot longer than usual. He should've just flip the breaker and been right back."

Claire followed my gaze toward the dark path leading down to the guesthouse. "Yeah, it's been what, thirty minutes?"

I turned to her with a casual smile. "Fancy a walk to go check on him? Make sure he didn't trip over his own feet or something."

She nodded, her expression brightening. "Sure, I could use the fresh air. This party's getting a bit stuffy anyway."

We headed back inside, grabbing some slippers from the mudroom near the front door. Down the stairs to the front of the lakehouse, we picked up a couple of flashlights from the entryway shelf, before we headed out and down the path.

As we walked, Claire looked around at the sprawling property, the massive house receding behind us. "What must it be like being this rich?" she mused. "I mean, owning a place like this, with the lake and everything."

I glanced at her, smirking. "They say money can't buy happiness, but it can definitely buy incredible weekend getaways like this one."

She giggled, the sound echoing lightly through the trees. Then, in a move that caught me completely off guard, she linked her arm through mine, pulling herself a little closer. My heart skipped a beat, but I kept walking, trying not to overthink it.

When I looked down at her, she met my eyes with a playful grin. "What? It's spooky out here."

I couldn't help but laugh, deciding to lean into the moment. "Oh yeah? You know, out in woods like these, anything could happen. Bigfoot could be lurking behind that tree, ready to snatch us up. Or maybe a pack of wolves, hungry for a midnight snack. And don't get me started on the escaped convicts."

She burst out laughing, swatting my arm lightly. "Stop it! You're making it worse. But okay, fine, if Bigfoot shows up, you're fighting him off."

"Deal," I said, grinning as her laughter bubbled up again. It felt easy, natural, like we'd known each other longer than just this day.

As we got closer to the guesthouse, the structure came into view. I slowed my pace, squinting. "That's weird."

"What?" Claire asked, her arm still linked with mine, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"The power still isn't on," I replied, pointing ahead. The windows were pitch black, no sign of life inside. We approached cautiously, the gravel giving way to a cleared area around the building.

Claire tilted her head, taking in the layout. "This place looks weird. Like a summer camp or something."

I nodded. "Cause it was. The guesthouse is actually where a summer camp used to be held before Tyler's dad bought the property. They still have the communal showers and the other cabins scattered around. His dad refurbished it all. The counselors' cabin and the main hall got converted into this guesthouse."

"That's crazy," Claire said, her eyes wide as she scanned the shadows. "I can almost picture it."

As I explained, a bad feeling started creeping in, settling like a weight in my gut. Now that I thought about it, I remembered quite a few films from my last life that took place at summer camps. Slashers, mostly. But this didn't count, right? There wasn't a camp here anymore. It was just a fancy guesthouse now. Still, the darkness felt thicker, the silence more oppressive.

Shit, did I fuck up by coming out here?

This definitely seemed horror movie like.

Was I in a massive death flag?

Either way Tyler was my boy I couldn't just do nothing.

"Tyler!" I called out as we reached the front door. "Bro, where are you?"

I went to knock, but my knuckles met empty air as the door was already ajar, creaking slightly in the breeze. I pushed it open wider and stepped inside, fumbling for the light switch. Click. Nothing. As I suspected, the power hadn't been turned on.

"This is kinda freaking me out," Claire said behind me, her grip on my arm tightening as we walked inside.

I moved in front of her protectively, shining the light ahead. "Tyler, stop messing around," I called out, but there was no sign of him. We pressed on, checking the kitchen, then the hallway leading to the bedrooms. "Fred? Georgina? Anyone?"

My heart pounded louder with each step. We turned into what looked like the main bedroom, and that's when the beam caught something horrific on the floor.

Tyler.

Or what was left of him. His body was gruesomely bisected, cut clean in half at the waist and there wasblood pooling around the severed torso and legs. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, mouth frozen in a scream. Nearby, Fred lay slumped against the wall, his chest carved open in jagged slashes, entrails spilling out like some nightmare. Georgina was worse, her head was nearly decapitated, and her body twisted at an unnatural angle, deep gashes across her face and arms.

Bile rose in my throat, but I forced it down. "Claire, run!" I shouted, spinning toward her, grabbing her arm to pull her back.

We both turned at the same instant, and there he was...a massive man blocking the doorway, his hulking frame filling the space. He wore a battered hockey mask, the kind that sent chills down my spine even though I'd never watched those films in my previous life. There was no fucking way I wouldn't recognise the person in front of me.

Jason motherfucking Voorhees.

I won't lie my sex offender sister was looking real good right now.

(AN: I've met quite a lot of people who have never watched Friday the 13th. It's kinda surprising tbh. But anyway Jason still had a huge effect on horror culture so it's why James recognises him without having watched the film in case you didn't understand. Anyway hope you enjoyed.)