Author Note
This story is chapter 3 in my series Helen's Toy. Follow the adventures of Helen as a series of chance encounters and mishaps lead to her sexual odyssey.
Not long after leaving work, Helen was getting out of a taxi outside of her apartment block. She was consumed with thoughts of how quickly she could get a replacement phone and get back to normality. It felt so strange not having a phone for the morning. She'd reached into her handbag for it half a dozen times already. It really does make you realise that we're on mobile devices far too often, she mused. She found the realisation that modern life revolved around looking into a phone screen quite depressing.
Helen put the key into her heavy front door, and pushed it open. The first thing she noticed was that the hallway was in darkness, which was unusual. She realised it was because she always left the adjoining bedroom door open when she left the apartment, but now it was closed.
She'd definitely left the door open when she had left for work this morning. Or did I? I was in a hurry after all. Then she heard it. A muffled sound coming from the bedroom. Is Brad home? Helen flung the bedroom door wide open. Deep down, she knew what she was going to find, and the sinking feeling in her stomach had already started before the door fully opened.
Helen was confronted with a scene from her worst nightmares. One that she'd often imagined, but had managed to surpress whenever the thoughts had intruded on her.
Brad lay on the bed. His head turned to the side, looking towards the door, a stunned expression on his face that seemed to be frozen in time. Sitting astride of him was Jessica; Brad's work colleague. Helen had always had her suspicions, but never thought that Brad would actually betray her so callously. She'd always put her suspicions down to paranoia.
Both of them were naked. Jessica was sat upright, ginding slowly on Brad's cock. Her head was thrown back, her back arched. She hadn't even noticed the door opening. Jessica ran a hand through her sleek shoulder length dark hair as she let out a moan of pleasure. Helen had always been jealous of Jessica. Jealous of her perfect body, slim and tanned with small but perfectly shaped breasts. Jealous of her relationship with Brad. One that he'd insisted was purely platonic.
Helen was paralysed for what seemed like an eternity. The feeling of dread quickly turned to anger. How could he do this to me? After everything they'd been through. Her bottom lip quivered as she fought against a tangle of shock, hurt and humiliation.
Brad jumped up, moving Jessica off him and made a pathetic effort to cover his erection. Jessica turned quickly to see Helen standing in the doorway. She grabbed a pillow to cover her perfect tanned body as she looked down, refusing to meet Helen's gaze.
"I'm sorry," stuttered Brad. "Wait... I mean. It's not what it looks like!" This time Helen and Jessica both fixed Brad with quizzical glares and raised eyebrows. Brad fished around for his trousers from the floor, and stood up, scrambling to put them on.
"How the fuck could you?" demanded Helen. The words barely escaping her mouth. Tears were streaming down her pale cheeks as her stunned horror had already turned to heartbreak. Brad took a step forward and tried to touch her, but she backed away. The thought of him touching her made Helen feel nauseous.
"Get out," she said. It came as a whisper. Brad again inched closer to her. "Get out!" she cried. This time more forcefully. "And take your slut with you!"
Jessica didn't say anything. She was hastily retrieving her clothes from the floor.
"Helen," pleaded Brad. "This doesnt mean anything."
"What?" Jessica spoke for the first time. "You've been saying you were going to leave her for months, but you've just not had the balls to do it!"
Jessica had managed to get dressed back into her smart trouser suit, that extenuated her long legs, and highlighted her small pert bottom.
Brad stood facing Helen with his mouth flapping like a floundering fish, but no words came out.
"Get! Out!" repeated Helen slowly but forcibly.
Brad and Jessica both scuttled out of the bedroom towards the front door. Brad made an attempt to put his arm around Jessica as they were leaving, but she brushed him aside. The door closed behind them, and Helen could hear Jessica launch into a muffled tirade.
Helen shuffled into the living room in a daze. She couldn't stand to be in the bedroom, and have to look at the bed, her bed, the bed that Brad had defiled.
She threw herself onto the sofa and curled up into a ball. The tears came in floods. She'd not cried like this since the day her father had left home when she was a young child. She felt sick to the pit of her stomach, and just wanted the world to open up and swallow her whole. In that moment she hated herself more than Brad. How could I have been so stupid? How did I not see it coming?
Helen had been suspicious of Brad and Jessica's relationship for some time. He'd worked with her for two years, and he'd claimed that they were just friends. They'd had their little jokes though that Helen wasn't privy to, and the way they looked at each other. It was so obvious! How did I not seen it? But she had.
Deep down she had always known. It had coincided with the time that she felt the spark being extinguished from their relationship. She'd conveniently accepted Brad's explanations and excuses rather than accepting the brutal reality.
There had been the suggestive messages from Jessica on Brad's phone. The time the two of them had sneaked away during a work Christmas party, with Jessica returning and adjusting her skirt and reapplying her lipstick. It all seemed so obvious now.
Helen's next thoughts turned to despair of what to do next. They rented this tiny one bedroom apartment together. Helen worked hard and was relatively well paid, but in this town she couldn't afford the rent by herself. She was consumed by thoughts and regrets of the years spent together with Brad. She couldn't help but think that it had been time wasted as she crept ever closer to her 30th birthday. She'd had plans for a life together with Brad, and had committed so much of herself to him and their relationship.
Helen had always considered herself a late developer in terms of her experience with men. She'd only ever had one boyfriend before Brad, and that wasn't serious. It had been nothing more than a few awkward fumbles when she was at university. Brad was her first serious boyfriend, her first love. She had been convinced that he loved her too. But surely that had all been a cruel illusion. How could he possibly have loved her and treated her this way?
She'd already decided that she wouldn't take Brad back. She had too much self respect for that. Will I have to go back home? she thought. She didn't want to go back to the provincial town that she'd left long ago. She'd made a successful career for herself in the city, and it would seem like failure to have to go back home. Besides, she didn't have the closest relationship with her mother, who would most likely load her own problems onto Helen. She'd had to grow up at such a young age. She'd had no option but to become so independent, she hated feeling vulnerable.
The hours passed as Helen's thoughts swirled in a vortex of doom, and she attempted to pick up the pieces of a broken life. She lay in the same position on the sofa while the sun went down, not moving to eat, drink or even close the curtains.
She did have Lizzy though. She wished that Lizzy was here, just to talk to. She didn't have her phone after the robbery earlier in the day, so couldn't call her, and she couldn't bring herself to leave the apartment. Lizzy would have known what to do. They did everything together and cared about each other deeply. Lizzy had been seeing Andy for nearly a year now though, and although Helen was happy for them both, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy for the time that Andy got to spend with her best friend. But he was good to her and made Lizzy happy.
Helen had never felt so alone. Brad was gone, and Lizzy was spending more time than ever with Andy. It dawned on her that they were the only two people that she really had in her life. She fought with the temptation to give into self pity. Every fibre in her just wanted to give up, but she'd never quit anything without a fight before. She didn't have a confrontational personality, but she did have a resolve and a fortitude that she now desperately tried to call upon.
