by Writing Shark
One night a few years ago…
The soft whimpering had mingled with the wanton moans and rhythmic slapping of two bodies colliding to create a melody Amy Schommer would never forget in her life.
She had never understood what her best friend Hellen had found in this James. He was a nerd, even if he was somewhat good looking then and, yes, hot as hell now, Amy had to hand it to him. But Hellen was a cheerleader and could literally have anyone at that school. That’s why Amy had been so surprised when Hellen had told her about her boyfriend’s breakup at the prom. Yes, he hadn’t treated her very nicely at then, and he hadn’t treated her very nicely before that, but boys were boys, there was nothing you could do about it.
It had never occurred to Amy that Hellen might not be happy with the football star, so she was surprised when she heard about the relationship between her friend and this weird nerd who had been looking at her for so long.
But still she had come to the house of the two, had met them and had been told how much better everything was now, a few weeks later.
“Yesterday James announced I will be his wife,” Hellen gushed to her longtime friend, with whom she had many shared experiences. Amy, also a cheerleader, had wondered.
“You mean he asked you?” But to that, Hellen had just giggled and shrugged her relaxed shoulders.
Amy had hugged Hellen, happy for her, but had asked her what she thought was so great about James. It was only now that Amy noticed the absence of the man in the house, even though it was early evening. But Hellen had simply assured her that James was the best thing that had happened to her in her life.
“You mean until now” Amy had said jokingly, but then understood that something very deep and intervening had happened in her friend.
She hadn’t seen her like this all these years. Hellen radiated a joy in life, a devotion and love that could never be faked. Then both women heard the key in the lock.
A few minutes later, Amy realized she had a completely different person for a friend than when she was in high school only a few weeks before. In the few weeks after prom, Hellen had become a completely different woman, and Amy just didn’t know whether to be happy or call the police.
Hellen was amorous, joyful, warm and approachable towards James. And he seemed like a really nice guy. Amy knew of their lifelong friendship, but also knew that contact between them had broken off during their school years. She knew the somewhat overweight nerd only from photos and where Hellen had changed her whole nature, James was still exactly as Hellen had always described him. Only the value Hellen brought to his being had changed so colossally. And his body. Neither fat nor shyness could be seen in the man who sat at the dining table next to Hellen, holding her hand and being a perfect gentleman.
Wine was drunk, Amy liked wine and for some reason this one especially, and Hellen poured plenty, even though Amy never got to see the bottle. But with each glass, her wariness of James, the man with whom something was not right, gave way. He was kind, courteous, polite but…
Amy Schoomer was too inexperienced, too caught up in the world you had rescued your beloved delicate Hellen from, to taste the slight aphrodisiac in the wine or notice your eyes on her young body. It was the final test for your soon to be wife. If she remained faithful to you that night you would marry her. All you really wanted to do was take pictures. Raping Amy was your lovestruck wife’s idea alone.
“My name is Amy Schoomer and I want to have sex with James Winters” Amy had said an hour later. In her not so sexy underwear she knelt in front of you while Hellen squatted behind her and slid her fingers over her intoxicated body.
Of course it wasn’t true but Amy had already fallen too far to turn back now. She had trusted her best friend with whom she had shared so much but things were different now.
Something had happened to her… And Hellen was so different… And she had touched Amy when she had laughed… And James had gone but said nothing… And anyway… James looked really good. No longer the nerd but… Amy was too drunk and too intoxicated to understand how she felt about her freind’s soon to be husband.
But then Hellen had explained it to her and Amy had understood.
“We’ve been trained to do this and procreate” Hellen had whispered to drunken Amy as James had taken her hand and caressed it like no one ever done before, not even her boyfriend who was too lazy to go to prom with her. Amy had moaned and enjoyed it, the touch she knew she wanted for so long. Not neccercarly from Jame sbut he was there where her boyfriend wasn’t and besides… James was really good locking. But something else was there to. Amy wasn’t forced. James had taken from her what he liked but Amy gave it to him eagerly for more praise of her body and more touches. “But we always end up with inadequate, lazy, unpredictable men.” James had stroked her arm and Amy had realized her friend was right. “But James isn’t like that, is he?”
“No…” Amy had confessed her feelings for… James? Maybe. She was too drunk to care. She wanted someone like him for herself. She wanted what Hellen had. “He’s…”
“Tell us how you feel about my master?”
And Amy had said it, not caring about the choice of words. She was lonely like Hellen, she was envious of her for having someone like James, for being happy albeit the two were so much the same. And she was happy that Hellen would share James with her, make her happy for just one night.
“I love…” Then Hellen had slapped her, as hard as a woman could. And Amy had understood. It wasn’t about love, it was about something else. And she was okay with it. James looked at her, not Hellen, the whole time.
“You have to earn James first” her best friend had said when she had undressed her for James. “Is that what you want you lost little girl?”
“Yes… please…”
“My Master is going to fuck a baby in my tummy tonight” Hellen had said and Amy had watched as she had came through the performance. Then Amy had watched as James had spanked Hellen so hard that both women had been in tears. “Women like us deserve what happens to them.”
“Yeah…” Amy had sobbed. Nothing in her head made sense anymore, there was only James Winters and the realization that something was horribly wrong in her so-called perfect life. Hellen had found it and maybe, if she was good enough to him, he would give it to her as well. A meaning in life.
“We’re beautiful and stupid and we think we own the world. But do you know who really owns the world? Who really owns us?” And Amy had looked at James.
“That’s right,” he had said.
And minutes later, Amy knew who she belonget to.
Writing Shark 