This is a fantasy erotica story and not meant to be realistic or taken too seriously. The story comes from wondering if the much-used term 'my princess' is always healthy, especially when considered alongside the self-absorbent vacuous women you sometimes see on reality TV programmes. Full of angst and horrible people, there might be something else in there as well. I've put a cuck tag on it, it isn't really that type of story but that might help pre-empt some of the angry comment people.
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The three women sat in an exclusive restaurant for their regular Monday luncheon. The topic for debate as usual was boyfriends and potential marriages. They were lifelong friends, born within 12 months of each other, they met in their first primary class. They were now 21 to 22 years old and met regularly for lunches and evening drinks.
Stephanie Conners was the most assertive of the group. A red head with the temperament to match, she was very direct and to the point. Generally knowing exactly what she wanted and almost always getting it. Regarded as an 'It' girl, she loved parties, events and generally being in the limelight. She kept up to date with trends and changed her style constantly.
Elizabeth Templeton was technically the eldest, despite being English she had an exotic Mediterranean look, with long curly black hair and deep smouldering eyes accentuated eye liner and smoky eye shadow. She was intelligent, determined and acutely aware of her impact on most of the male species.
The final member of the small group of friends was Victoria Adams a 5ft 7 vivacious blonde, her hair was cut into waves which perfectly framed her vibrant green eyes and extraordinarily beautiful face. Slightly fuller figured than her friends she carried it elegantly.
They drew the attention of everyone in the room, especially the men. They worked hard on their looks and dressed in designer outfits. It was apparent that they had money and used a good proportion of that money to maximise their attractiveness; personal trainers, spa's, beauty treatments, fillers... no expense was spared.
"How are the wedding preparations going Stephanie."
"Yes all good, the planners seem to have everything under control and the extended family are in overdrive making all the arrangements. We're thinking about 450 guests, so decided to use the country house. My only concern is not being ready for monogamy."
Elizabeth was perplexed, "Jesus Stephanie, shouldn't you have worked that out before now."
"I'm not sure I ever will, I'm thinking of continuing to see Jonathan after I'm married to Robert."
Victoria laughed, "Well I guess husbands are easier to handle than lovers, but you will need to be careful, you wouldn't want to put your fortune at risk."
"Yes but Robert is pretty malleable and I like him, he is perfect husband and parenting material, but I might still need a bit on the side, maybe a sperm donor.
Stephanie and Victoria laughed as Elizabeth frowned.
"It might be better if I am up front with Robert. I know he loves me but he's in for the connections and career as well. I could just say I will really try but can't promise complete fidelity."
"Jesus Steph, you can't be serious!"
Victoria joined in support of Elizabeth, "Yeah don't do that or he will off screwing every little tramp once you are married. You'll end up like my parents, trying to out fuck each other."
"I meant because it would be wrong," emphasised Elizabeth.
"Hmm maybe you are right, it might be better to just be discreet and then negotiate if he ever finds out. That might keep married life really exciting as well."
"What about you and Marcus Victoria? Is he still holding out, you have been going out... like forever."
"Yeah, still no proposal but I am working on it; he must think I'm the Virgin Mary."
"No chance", sniggered Stephanie. "So, fuck his brains out that usually does the trick, get him thinking with his little head."
"You might be right, I thought holding out would make a proposal more likely, but I'm so horny. Maybe I'll let him fuck me but say we can only do it if he is willing to commit to us permanently."
"He'll be on his knees one way or the other," cackled Stephanie.
And what about you Elizabeth, are you still pining for Steve?
Elizabeth smiled, "Yeah guess I am, I've dated lots of alpha guys but no one comes close, we just clicked."
"Until he dumped you for one little date, complete over reaction if you ask me."
"That actually made me like him more, sort of unshakeable principles, other guys seem to flex and sway depending on which direction the wind is blowing... Steve just stands firm."
"But aren't you just friends?" enquired Victoria.
"Yeah just friends, we still see each other regularly but despite all the pleading he has never agreed to go back out with me."
"The guy must be crazy, I mean look at you... you are gorgeous. What you need is a plan to trap him."
Elizabeth ignored Stephanie's comments and thought back to how she had met Steve.
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5 Year's earlier:
How do you go from no prospective date for the end of 6th form prom to 7 offers within a few days?
Steve Mathews was still trying to figure it out; it wasn't as if he was an Adonis of star of the sports team. He was an average type of guy, looked ok but didn't attract a lot of female attention, he was also shy.
That shyness wasn't helped by studying in a private 6th form college. All of the other pupils had money, lots of money; he on the other hand didn't. He and 4 others had won hard earned scholarships to attend. It helped the college's image, whilst they raked in fees from the private pupils. That didn't help Steve integrate though; he found most of the pupils to be aloof and had very few friends. Those few knew he was quick witted, enjoyed banter and had a fantastic sense of humour.
Things changed when Elizabeth Templeton the absolute bombshell of the 6th form, asked him to the prom in front of the whole common room.
He had been building up the courage to ask out Penny Symonds, but was so shy he kept bottling it. Elizabeth's request took him by surprise; he looked around waiting for the inevitable joke and everyone laughing at him.
"So pick me up at 7... Yes?"
It was almost a demand from Elizabeth. Steve could see Penny in the corner of his eye.
"Ermmm, what... wait...? I mean why me, aren't you going with Jeremy."
Jeremy St Clair, was captain of the Rugby and Cricket teams and... well captain of fucking everything really mused Steve.
"No we split up, so I thought I'd go with you."
"Right well, I'm not sure."
It was if the whole room froze and held a collective breath! Steve could feel the pressure and his face flush, he felt like he needed to provide an explanation."
