This is the rework of a self-published auto-biographical story (2008), rewritten for this blog. Names of characters have been changed.
Content warning: mental and physical abuse, misogyny.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.
Continued from… Helena (3)
Annie and Fran were each sucking on one of Helena’s nipples when Fred appeared between the visitor’s legs. He tried entering her, but moments later stood up with a pardoning smile.
“I don’t want to spoil your fun,” he said, looking at Helena. These words were all too familiar.
Fred’s erection had almost disappeared. Both Annie and Fran knew that yet again, alcohol played a big part in that. Not much later, they moved to the main bedroom, where they followed the same routine as they always did. Fran tried to convince Helena to shave the rich bush of black pubic hair, but Helena stubbornly refused.
The bath refreshed Fred in many ways. Soon he tried his luck with Helena again. This time he succeeded. After they both climaxed, Fred and Helena stayed closely together. Both of them totally forgot about the other two people in the room. Fran and Annie went to the bathroom and closed the door.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Annie was almost hysterical with joy. She was in tears, thankful that the evening ended and thankful that all went well. A sob escaped her. Fran briefly comforted her. They returned to the bedroom. Fran lay down next to Fred. This was strange, since the normal routine would be for Annie and Fran to go to Annie’s room to sleep. Annie’s heart missed a beat when Helena stretched an arm out in her direction.
“Come on, lie down next to me,” Helena said pleasantly.
For a couple of moments Annie couldn’t move. The expression on Fred’s face — a mixture of encouragement and warning — made her comply with Helena’s request. Next to them, Fran was arousing Fred again.
“I think you are so sexy,” Helena whispered in Annie’s ear, “I want to make love to you.”
Annie grew stiff with fear.
“Fred gave me permission to be alone with you for a while,” Helena continued.
Annie’s tears were back. This time it was not because she was happy. It was fear. Naked fear. She swallowed hard.
She knew Fred now had the proof he was looking for. The proof his sick mind wanted. The proof Annie wanted to shut him and Fran out of her life. The proof she wanted Helena for herself. He would get even with her. Annie was sure about that. She wanted to cry, whine, scream — but she didn’t. In the meantime, Helena’s hands moved over Annie’s body, but fear and disappointment prevented Annie from enjoying the gentle touch. Helena noticed this.
“Don’t you like me?” she wanted to know, which made Annie feel terrible. There and then, she decided that one day this friendly woman would know the truth, even if she had to call her from her office.
“I like you, but I am so tired,” Annie lied.
“Put your head on my shoulder and close your eyes,” Helena said sweetly as she put her arm around Annie’s shoulders. Annie felt even worse.
Like the lady of the house, comfortable in her uncovered nakedness, and in bed next to Fred, Helena ordered coffee. Fred’s hand rested on Helena’s pussy.
“Wow,” Fred said and smiled like someone who had just won the jackpot, “this girl knows how to fuck!”
Nevertheless, Fred was quiet for most of the day. Every now and then, he would joke around with Helena, but to all the women it was obvious that he was suffering from a bad hangover.
They all sat in the living room late afternoon, after Fran and Annie came back from bringing Helena back home.
“Fred,” Fran asked, “don’t you think that you’ve been a bit unfair towards Annie?”
Fred didn’t answer. Fran kept on pushing, until Fred looked at Annie and he mumbled something that sounded like an apology. Luckily, he was in a good mood, obviously because he was pleased with Helena.
“Did you cum when you made love to Helena last night?” Fran asked curious.
“And not when I was with you later?”
Annie knew that the booze outstripped Fred’s libido again. The only one who knew how to push his buttons and get him to climax in such a situation, was Fran, but even she couldn’t help him the night before.
“Annie, it’s me,” Fran said when Annie picked up the phone in her office, “can you pick up Melanie from school this afternoon? I have to go home.”
“Yes, it’s fine. I’ll do it,” Annie, who was very busy with a difficult case, absentmindedly agreed. Only much later, she realized that she hadn’t asked Fran why she had to go home in the middle of the day.
However, she learned the reason when she went home, and it left her with a bad taste in her mouth. Fran called Fred at his work and suggested that they should both take the afternoon off. They then spent the afternoon in bed.
To be continued… Helena (5)
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