The night had gone well. The party was great, and he was able to drink and laugh like never before with his friends. It was truly liberating after an intense week of high school exams. Adam insisted on driving him home, and he agreed. He didn't even notice that it was two hours past the curfew Gabriella had given him; his body was too relaxed from the alcohol.

As they got into Adam's car, his friend mentioned he'd also be bringing Jessica and Monica, two mutual friends. He didn't think anything of it. Throughout the entire trip, he chatted with the girls from the back while Adam drove, being the only one of the four who wasn't drunk. The drive from James's house, where the party was held, to his house was a good one. The conversation with the girls intensified, and one of them kissed him while the other stroked his erection.

And as soon as they arrived, Adam had to separate him from the horny ladies so he could take them home. He sighed, still smiling with his erection in his pants. He'd deal with it later, he thought.

He searched for his keys and quietly opened the front door. The lights were off, and he gave a silent cry of victory when he realized his stepmother was probably asleep and wouldn't get mad at him for being late. But as soon as he quietly closed the door, the lights came on.

"Where the *fuck* were you?" Gabriella asked from behind him. She was wearing the provocative lingerie she always wore to bed. Her anger intensified when he turned around and she saw lipstick marks on his face and neck. "What cheap whore have you been with? Doesn't Mommy give you enough, or why do you smell like a whore?" she said furiously.