The next time I saw her was a few weeks later, on a Friday night. It had been a while since Lucy had stayed over, but it used to be the norm. Pretty much every week she'd come over for dinner, then stay the night and all of Saturday.
She'd arrived late, it was almost midnight and my parents were already in bed. I'd been sitting in at the kitchen table, on my laptop, when she arrived. I stayed in there for as long as I could, hoping she would leave. When I realised she was staying, I wanted to go straight to my bedroom, avoiding her completely. Only problem was, I'd left my laptop charger in the living room, and my battery was running low. If I wanted to maintain my one link to the internet, I'd have to go where Jamie and Lucy were now talking alone.
I couldn't decide.
I approached the door to the living room. It wasn't closed all the way, and I could hear them talking. I didn't want to go in. I didn't even want to see her. I felt the familiar flare of nervousness, shame, and fear that was my constant companion throughout my encounters with Lucy.
I just waited outside the door, chastising myself for my cowardice.
I couldn't help but listen.
"So how come you're not with him tonight?" asked Jamie.
"We've just been spending a lot of time together, you know? I mean, every Friday night for weeks now." said Lucy.
They were talking about her boyfriend, I assumed.
"So...you've been fucking, then?" said Jamie.
I instantly felt even worse about what I was doing. This was private.
But I really wanted to hear this, suddenly.
"Well, yeah." said Lucy.
"And it...isn't any better?" said Jamie.
Lucy sighed.
"No...it's still not...not great." she said.
Whoa, her handsome, popular, 'alpha male' boyfriend was shit in bed?
I couldn't help but smile.
"I think it might be..." she trailed off.
"What?" asked Jamie.
"It's kind of embarrassing." she said.
Jamie laughed.
"Come on, seriously, you're not going to tell me?" she said.
Lucy laughed too.
I guessed that they told each other everything, so this was like an in-joke or something.
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My submissive-an evil angel
FantasíaI hated my twin sister's best friend. Her name was Lucy. When we were younger, she tormented me endlessly. She was blonde, she was 36-28-34 , she was HOT and still...she WAS a bitch! Now, she is something, something very very different. Lucy, my...
