Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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"You're such an asshole!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.
"Babe, stop. You don't mean that," my douche-bag boyfriend, Luke, said, trying to calm me down.
It didn't work very well. "I'm pretty sure I do! I mean, what kind of guy cheats on his girlfriend, not once, but twice?! And expects me to just forgive him?"
His hands reached for my hips, trying to force me to stay put. "Baby, Serena, come on. I told you 'cause I felt bad. That gotta count for something."
"We're done, you douche-bag! I'm going home. Don't come after me," I stated, stepping out of his grip and storming out of his room before he could argue.
I made it as far as my car, which was parked in a dark corner at the end of the street. But I didn't go home.
I guess there was a small, tiny part of me that hoped my boyfriend of two years wouldn't do what I thought he was going to do. Sure, I had just dumped his ass. But I hoped.
Sure enough, he proved me right not five minutes later when he walked out of the house and got into a car and sped off in the other direction. But it was a car I'd seen many times before.
It was my best friend's car.
I was livid. I had wasted two whole years of my life giving my heart and soul to a guy who didn't give a shit. He'd told me about two girls he had slept with while we were together. But I was sure there was more seeing as he'd just driven off with my best friend.
I wanted him to feel the pain I was feeling. I wanted him to know what he had done to me.
An idea started forming in my mind. It was wild, outrageous, and borderline cruel. But I knew it would work, and frankly I was too pissed to care if it didn't necessarily make sense.
I got out of my car and headed back up to his house, letting myself in with my key. Once inside, I made my was downstairs into his sister Tara's basement apartment.
I'd been down there quite a few times. Tara was fun and spunky, and we used to watch movies together a lot when Luke was at soccer practice. I knew where her room was, and that she would already be fast asleep.
Now, this plan was quite crazy. it relied a lot on Tara not freaking the fuck out. But I was willing to risk it just to see the look on Luke's face when he found out.
So, before opening Tara's bedroom door, I stripped out of my jean shorts and tank top, and slipped my bra off as well. Taking a deep breath and gathering all of the anger and confidence I could, I pushed open Tara's bedroom door to reveal a pitch black room. Carefully tiptoeing across the floor, I made my way over to her bed, peeled back the covers and slipped in beside her.
I would have never even considered what I was about to do if I hadn't seen Luke get into that car. It was a low move, even for cheating scum. I could only hope Tara would agree.
Beside me, I could see Tara's sleeping form lying on her back, arms thrown over her head. Slowly, I shimmied close enough to her that I barely had to reach out to press my lips to her collarbone. In turn, she whimpered just a bit in her sleep, but didn't stir.
I peppered a handful more kisses along her throat and shoulders, starting small. A feeling deep inside me told me that this was wrong, but I told it to shut the fuck up.
Once I was over my initial fear of Tara bolting awake, I felt safe enough to roll over so that I hovered over her, my legs straddling either side of her slim waist.
My hands moved over her torso then, feeling her smooth satin tank top slide beneath my fingertips. As my finger brushed over her chest, I felt her nipples spring to life at my touch. Tara moaned quietly in her sleep, her hips rocking gently beneath me, but she didn't wake up. I took it as a sign to continue, cupping her soft tits in my hands.
When I'd woken up this morning, I'd never thought I'd be here; in bed, groping my now ex-boyfriend's sister's tits while she slept, wearing nothing but my thong.
I'd kissed girls before, usually when I was drunk. I'd even groped some of my friends before when we were clubbing. That was the most I'd ever done with a girl. But I was still kind of curious; which probably explained why Tara was the first person I thought of when my "revenge sex" plan had come to mind.
