After some thought, Stacy had figured out how to get back at Alex. She had known all the girls in college who had found out too late their boyfriends were gay, and she had always wondered how they didn't know. Now, she couldn't believe she was one of those girls.
Of course, Alex had done everything he could to get back with Stacy. He had sent her embarrassing emails, had sent her a mixtape, and most recently had sent her roses on her birthday. However, as she stared into the roses deep pink, she could only imagine the sight of Alex's bum that night as his friends had — no, she couldn't keep thinking of that.
She had to remind herself that she was quite a catch. The Facebook profile photos of her mischievous smile, her short brown hair, and her deep hazel eyes always returned over 100 likes. She was in medical school, practiced yoga, and wrote long blogs about political and environmental issues. However, after her and Alex had broken up, she'd been having some difficulties getting laid. Tinder had been creepy. The rest of the time she was too busy with work, and always ended up hanging with the same, boring friends from school.
The idea of sex even seemed somewhat repellant to her after having been witness to Alex's cabin adventure. She was all the more mad at him for having wrecked her appetite for sex, since she had always a very sexual person. It was out of this anger that her plan slowly grew for revenge on Alex.
She had texted Alex later that week about her sudden weekend plans: a fun weekend at his friends' cabin. She also made sure to let him know how she had heard about all the weird things that always happened at the cabin, and she was excited to finally experience that. For the first time in months, he had gone completely silent after that with the texts, and Stacy had been happy to have finally won the breakup.
"So are you gonna be more fun to hang out than your boyfriend, sorry your ex-boyfriend?" Marco asked her on the drive up. Stacy had expected these kinds of questions from him, one of Alex's cruder friends, but thankfully she didn't expect them from Andrew, who was sitting in the backseat of the car. Her and Andrew's girlfriend had been friends in college, so she and Andrew actually went back before her and Alex. She had always found Andrew's tall, clean-cut, very active personality attractive, but she was feeling a little intimidated by the way he was suddenly staring at her.
"I don't know, what kind of stuff did you guys do?" she asked coyly.
"Took a break from regular life. Let off steam. Found our release. Covered your ex-boyfriend in cum," Marco replied matter-of-factly.
They were just turning off the forest road that led to the cabin. Stacy glanced back one more time at civilization.
"I had some idea that had happened," she replied, suddenly unsteadily, as the trees started to swallow up the sky on the road.
"Did you like any of what you saw?" Marco pressed.
"No, no, no I more came here just to relax and just taunt Alex, not anything serious, sorry guys," Stacy replied, suddenly unsure of her plan.
Marco's truck pulled to a stop in front of the cabin, and Andrew suddenly stared right into her eyes, and said, "You're lying. I can see the lingerie panties sticking out of your jeans."
Stacy blushed, and quickly pulled down her shirt, only to reveal a black lace bra more clearly, and some goose-pimpled cleavage.
It was then that the passenger-side door opened and Nick was there waiting for her. She gave a little, "Oh" as he picked her up and carried her into the cabin, laying her down on a fur-draped sofa.
Suddenly she was lying prone on the sofa, and Marco, Andrew and Nick were all standing over her.
"No, no, no" Stacy started to squirm to an upright position, tearing her striped shirt down the middle, and revealing a loose-hanging pair of breasts barely contained in her bra.
The three men started to move toward her, Andrew grabbed her jeans and quickly yanked them off as she recoiled backwards, while Marco grabbed what remained of her shirt, and gave it a tug. They revealed a tanned brunette lounging on the sofa, her brown bush and wet pussy clearly visible through panties that hid nothing and one of her tits hanging out of the bra.
"I can't believe you. My girlfriend is best friends with a fucking slut," Andrew grimaced, before moving toward her.