Good Girl Pt 03 1

Welcome to Part 3 of my story.

tags: non-con, cheat, FF, MF, older man

Non-con is not the focus of the story, but it is present in a singular scene.

Also, thanks to my editor Snowbear.

Without him this story would be much less readable. Thank you.

*****

The door opened revealing a woman wearing a tight dress with floral designs. She looked up and smiled.

"Dan!"

"Lauren?" He said annoyed.

"It's me." She threw her hands up in an explosive display of surprise.

"Why?"

"Why is it me...?"

Dan started to close the door. She put her hand out.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" She said.

Dan shook his head. He didn't have words. This was a shock that had come years too late.

"I've missed you." Lauren said hopefully.

"No."

"No?" She intoned.

"No."

"Dan, I just wanted to talk."

He pushed the door further closed.

"Not today."

"Later?"

"Probably not." He assured her.

"We need to do something."

"We don't need to do anything. Get off my property."

Lauren sighed and moved her hair from out of her face.

"I was hoping you'd be more receptive."

"Okay."

Dan slammed the door shut. He turned and a multitude of thoughts rushed to him. Multitude being an understatement. It was not thoughts, or many, it was all. Every single thought he had about their relationship barreled forward and smacked his brain into a fine powder.

Then came a distraction, a text from Allanah, a picture of her wearing new lingerie.

"For you," The caption read. Dan swiped up and returned his phone back to the home screen. Now was not the time. He wished it was the time. It had been. Up to now. Up to before. Outside his door was the woman that left him soaking in the rain of his own misery and she wanted to just... talk.

As if talk would be easy. As if pain had an expiration date beyond the peripheral of the person who experienced it.

At best Lauren was a reminder of what wasn't. At worst she was a reminder of what could have been. The distinction was important to Dan.

It was important that he do the right thing. That Dan find his place in all of this... In the odd relationship that had developed between him, Sam and Allanah. The question he thought of was, 'Which one is his?'

He couldn't keep both. Dan knew that, but who could he lay claim to when past grievances came to rise?

He took a breath and pawed at his phone. The tension started to fade. Dan found himself on the floor with his back to a wall. He didn't remember sitting down. The phone had lit up and there was a picture of Allanah. Gorgeous as ever in her new lingerie.

He sent a reply, "Fuck. Let me tear that off of you."

Three bubbles appeared, she typed back, "I knew you'd like it."

"You know me too well."

Dan propped his head on the wall and took a deep sigh.

Lauren was back in some way. She was there for some purpose but that didn't matter. He had Allanah. He had Sam. He had everything he could need. Lauren was just an obstacle. An object that he replaced long ago.

"You need to come over." He typed the message and prepared himself for Allanah.

"There's some lady outside your front door."

Dan opened the door.

"Lauren?" Dan's eyes were squinted against the sun.

She turned to him. "Dan!"

"Why are you still here?"

"I need to speak with you."

"We are not on talking terms."

"Not yet." She said.

"Not ever."

"You have to give me a chance Dan... A chance to explain."

He sighed. Looked to Jeffrey's house and saw Allanah in the front yard. He waved to her.

Lauren turned.

"Oh my god. Is that Allanah?" She said excitedly.

"Yes." Dan said through a sigh.

"She's so big now."

"She is." Dan said with no sense of irony.

"She was—seventeen when I left? Seven years right?"

"Seven years."

"I'm sorry Dan."

"I'm sorry too."

"Let me make it up to you—Can I go say hi to her?"

"I'm not sure she'll want you to do that."

"Why not?"

"Uh—Well... I guess you could say hello."

"Let's get dinner."

"Why..." He said thoughtfully, "On gods..." He pondered, "Green Earth..." He deliberated, "Would I do that?"

"Because I owe you an explanation."

She was right. She did owe him that, but the debt had passed it had been seven years. The jubilee was far past due.

"What could you possibly tell me that would make things right?"

She paused. She gestured to speak, but did not.

"What's the point then? I'm happy now. I have a girl that means th—"

"Who is she?"

"What?"

"Who's the girl?"

"You don't know her."

"Of course I don't know her. What's her name?"

"I don't want to talk about this."

"Please. Dinner. Give me that. I'm buying."

"I don't know."

"Will you think about it?"

Dan shook his head.

"Please. Think about it. I'll be in town for the next month."

Lauren left Dan at the front of the door.

He closed it and minutes later Allanah knocked. He opened the door and kissed her.

"I fucking missed you—" He said desperately between kisses.

Allanah pushed him back, "Slow down, who was that?"

"Lauren."

"I haven't seen her since—"

"She left."

"What did she want?"

"Forgiveness? She wants to take me to dinner so she can explain her side of things."

"Are you going to go?"

"Should I?"

Allanah thought about the answer. The answer felt like an easy yes.

The thought after made it an easy no.

Why should Dan go meet with Lauren after so many years? Why should Lauren get the chance of forgiveness? What could come of it? Would they reconcile and get back together? Where would that leave Allanah and Dan? There was an uncertainty to the entire situation. A sort of vague fear that rested beneath her stomach.

"You should go." Allanah said against her better judgement. Perhaps not better, but the judgement that her stomach had rained down from an invisible court of law.

"Really?" He turned from Allanah, placing his hands on the back of his head and bellowed. "Damn. Maybe I should. Do you think she'll..."

"What?"

"Have something good to say?"

"She might."

"You're right. You're so fucking wonderful." He grabbed Allanah and kissed her. She kissed back with a soft reluctance.

Dan grabbed at her ass, but she pushed him away.

"I actually," Her eyes twirled at the ceiling. "Have to—I forgot I had to do something."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Allanah said.

"Okay. So?" Dan said.

"I've got to go."

"Are you okay Allanah?"

"I'm fine." She opened the door and looked back at Dan with a smile. "Just forgot."

Dan watched her ass walk out the door. It wasn't that he demanded sex, he just felt he had missed out. He couldn't quite figure it out. Allanah had suggested he talk to Lauren. It was her idea. She had put it on the table when Dan was saying no.

How could she possibly be mad that he agreed with her?

He didn't know and he was starting to think that it didn't matter.

*****

Allanah felt disgusting in her lingerie. Her bra was black with intricate designs on it. Reminiscent of blooming flowers. There was spacing where skin shone through and other spacing where the material was not see through, but highlighted her finer body parts.

She knew she looked attractive. She knew Dan wanted to fuck her and she denied him. There was a growing disgust in the pit of her stomach towards herself—Dan—Lauren. Towards everything.

She slid the bra strap off her shoulder. Just one. She looked naughty. She changed her position, angled her legs and hips. She looked good. Model good. Fuck me good. She smiled and grabbed her phone.

She messed around with positioning and took a few more pictures. A few with her face in them. A few with one nipple peeking out towards the mirror. Each snap made her feel more powerful. More in control, somehow.

She decided to continue. First by dropping both straps together. Her bra was hanging over one of her arms while the other took a picture. Both beautiful young tits were out on full display for anybody who might walk in the room.

She unhooked the bra and grabbed it with a single finger. She held it out while covering her breasts with her arms. Another snapshot.

She dropped it completely and with a cocky smile, took more pictures. She took the time to curate them. Erasing the worst, keeping the best. She didn't know who the intended recipient was. She just knew it wasn't Dan.

She laid on the floor in front of her mirror and posed, laying on her back. Her breasts were pushed forward and she didn't look at the camera.

She snapped the pictures and slid her lingerie off. She took a picture of her barely showing pussy. Her shaved cunt stubble showed just enough to be enticing.

Snap and snap. The pictures continued to roll through.

She removed her panties completely. She wasn't sure what was next. There was only one way to go to. She pushed her hands into her pussy and started to record. She moaned. She felt her body with her hands, trying to keep the camera steady. In this case, it wouldn't matter. Whoever received the video would know that she was just having too much fun to hold the camera steady. She had felt so good thinking about them that there was no way to have good camera work and a lasting orgasm.

She worked through her body. Moved her hips and held the phone camera as steady as possible. It was uncomfortable but she felt it would be worth it.

She could send the videos to anybody—a classmate. Share them with Nancy.

Then the orgasm rolled through her body. It filled her everything. The phone dropped out of her hand and all that could be heard were her moans. Her legs were shaking. She desperately pleasured herself.

"Fuck." She said then grabbed the phone and noticed that for the last minute the only thing captured was the ceiling. She hoped the audio would be provocative enough on its own.

For whoever would receive it.

Allanah still didn't know.

*****

The cum had dripped out of Nancy's cunt. Jeffrey rolled over and let out a sigh, wiped his forehead and smiled.

"You're good." He had said to the air.

Nancy released an uncomfortable giggle. It had to be the tenth time the two had met to have sex. Originally they only ever met at his house, but Jeffrey had grown tired of the risk.

In some ways, Nancy was confused by this. The risk is what had made it attractive. The danger of being caught. She liked it.

Now that they were removed from the danger, removed from the romance of the whole situation, her mind had started to shift. She wanted to tell Jeffrey they should stop. She just didn't know how.

He would text her and make her feel beautiful. Tell her how important she was to him. How having sex with her made him into a calmer and kinder man. Nancy liked that. The fact she could have that effect on a man was powerful.

Still, the Catholic in her was starting to push back. It had been easy to ignore the guilt when her horny mind had been at capacity for so many years. Each time she had sex with Jeffrey the capacity bucket was emptied and she started back at zero.

It turned out zero was a dangerous place for her to be. The rational part of her mind came out. The part that realized that she had fucked Sam's husband.

She had always known that was the case but now she believed it was wrong and her inner critic was yelling. The same one that had kept her a virgin was telling her she had to act.

Haven't they already, said the devil in her mind.

She had laid in bed staring at the ceiling until Jeffrey poked her when his dick was hard once more. He ran his hands along her pale white skin. He kissed her shoulder.

"Ready for round two?" He asked hopefully.

"I'm always ready for you," Nancy said robotically.

Jeffrey jumped in excitement and turned her over. Nancy laid prone in the bed. Waiting to see what Jeffrey would do.

That was the thing about Jeffrey, he was a selfish lover. He rarely asked her what she wanted. Removed from the excitement of being caught—he became boring and mechanical.

He grabbed her waist and propped her up into doggy style.

His bare cock entered her from behind. He started to moan,

"Oh yes Nancy! Fuck Yes!"

While she stared straight ahead. She felt bored.

His thrusting was repetitive. With little flare to each moment. Jeffrey didn't connect with Nancy in the way she thought a man should when fucking her.

His animal desperation came through but without the connection, it was just a normal sort of desperation. The kind emanated from a weak man with little will.

She took his dick and tried to enjoy the sensation. He filled her up and moaned and smacked her ass and did everything that should be done.

Why wasn't she horny for him?

Nancy pushed back against him in response. Jeffrey felt the movement and gently placed his hand on her ass,

"Not too hard now. I want this to last."

'I don't.' Nancy thought.

He pushed in and out. His thrusts pushing deeper and his breathing becoming harsher. Jeffrey came into her pussy once again.

"I really hope you're on birth control," He said. "Because I just can't stop cumming inside of you."

She reached back and dipped her fingers in his fresh cum.

"No," She said as she licked her fingers clean. "But I've been desperate for dick."

Jeffrey smiled, "Good dick, am I right?"

"Dick." She smiled.

Jeffrey giggled to himself like a young school boy.

"How did I get so lucky?" He asked.

'I'm not sure,' She did not say.

The two laid there for another hour. Jeffrey got dressed when he realized that dinner would soon be approaching. He couldn't be late, Sam would be mad at him.

"Tell Allanah I said Hi!" Nancy said as they both got into their own cars.

Jeffrey gave her a thumbs up and drove away.

Nancy unlocked her phone and saw a message from Allanah, "Who should I send this to?" The message read.

It was a video of Allanah on her back masturbating.

Nancy typed back, "What happened to Dan?"

Minutes later, while driving, Nancy received the response.

"He's been talking to an ex."

Nancy didn't respond. She wasn't sure how to.

Allanah sent another message, "Did you like the video?"

Nancy typed a response, "A bit."

Allanah replied with a smiley face. Then she sent another video.

Nancy watched it in her car. She could feel her pussy getting wet. This felt exciting, new... Nancy had never thought of herself as a lesbian—wasn't allowed to. She was of the mind that homosexuality was a sin... but this was...

Fresh. It seemed to fill her with a feeling of fullness. In the same way Jeffrey had the first time. In a way she wanted it to.

She thought to reply with an image in kind but remembered that Allanah's father had just finished fucking her. She didn't deserve Allanah... Not unless she told Allanah the truth.

The truth, how do you get to the truth? What is it that Nancy even wanted to say? What truth was she trying to bestow onto the world? There was a question that remained... Who was she trying to benefit by telling the truth? Allanah or herself?

It seemed almost ridiculous to think she could help Jeffrey but maybe his cheating was a call from the brink of divorce.

Nancy grabbed her phone and typed in a message. "I miss you."

Allanah replied, "Me too."

"What are you doing right now?"

"Taking more nudes."

"Want to take them at my house?"

*****

Nancy put on boy shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Allanah came dressed in much the same apparel, but she was always a show stopper to Nancy.

"What are the nudes for?" Nancy asked.

"I just—need a way to make him want me."

"Doesn't he already?"

"Lauren—"

"She can't be prettier than you."

Allanah looked at Nancy from the mirror. Their eyes locked in reflection. They both smiled and looked away from each other.

"She might be."

Nancy rolled her eyes and watched as Allanah took pictures of herself... As she continued... Allanah had a thought, maybe you should be in them?

Nancy stopped and looked at her.

"My parents would kill me."

Allanah laughed, "You aren't going to show your parents."

"What if—"

"Come on!"

Allanah jumped on the bed and threw her body onto Nancy's. She locked hands with Nancy and they started wrestling back and forth. Their bodies moved as each tried to dominate the other. Their laughter filled the room. Down below Nancy's parents shook their head in parental admiration. The kind that comes forth from knowing your children are enjoying themselves in a way now alien to you.

They screamed and tossed and found each other closer and closer to each other's bodies. It felt right to be this close. It wasn't as if they hadn't been before. Women have a closeness that men could never attain. In the end Allanah came out on top. Faces separate and both smiling at each other, deeply out of breath.

The scene was familiar.

Nancy looked up at Allanah and for a moment she could see Jeffrey. The shift of Allanah's smile, it was one Nancy had seen before. The way Allanah threw her weight. There were things that could not possibly be hereditary that seemed to pass on from generation to generation.

Nancy's smile turned into a frown.

"What's wrong?" Allanah said loosening her grip on Nancy's wrists.

"I just... I want to tell you—"

Nancy turned their bodies and pinned Allanah down on the bed.

"That you're too easy to trick." A smug grin on her face.

Allanah laughed and kicked and begged to be let go.

"Beg louder." Nancy said.

"Pleaaase! Let me go!"

Nancy let her hands go and started to tickle Allanah. She started by her armpits and moved down to her stomach. With short piercing, jagged movements. Allanah's laughter filled the room in a staccato rhythm.

"Give up yet?" Nancy asked.

"No! Never!"

"Never say never!"

When they tired they threw themselves side by side on the bed. Both breathing deeply and heavily. The tickle battle was lost, for Allanah, but the tickle war would have to end another day.

"You cheat." Allanah said.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"You cheat." Allanah repeated.

Nancy didn't understand. "I...?"

"At tickle fights."

"Oh..."

"Are you okay Nancy?" Allanah turned her torso to Nancy, inspecting her face. She moved her hand along the mattress and then up her face, along her cheek. She watched Nancy's smile as it returned. "There it is."

Nancy continued to smile. Faking it for all she was worth.

"You cheat." That's what Allanah had said, and it hadn't meant anything. Not to her.

It was insane. Nancy hadn't cheated. Jeffrey was the cheat—the one to leave his marriage. Sure! She encouraged it but that was—she was young. Could she be blamed for her sexuality? Maybe she could. Oh, god, she didn't know anymore.

Here she was laughing and tickling with her best childhood friend and her parents were down below. She was happy and satisfied and for a second it hit her—She felt full.

Is this what Allanah had been talking about? An emotional security that was born only when you know somebody so well that you start to forget yourself? When the point of you—and them—morphs into one and can scarcely be told apart.

Allanah stared at the roof. Her eyes moved along the cracks in the ceiling with a smile that failed to crack. Nancy hoped that this could be a moment. That this could mean something for the both of them. She tried to think of a way that she could get away from everything she had done.

She could tell Allanah—that seemed reasonable, but was it? There was the unpredictable nature of her reality. How would she feel if Allanah fucked her dad?

Shocked.

Shocked mostly. The man had not taken care of himself.

It would disgust her and she might even feel happy for him. No. More disgust. But it wouldn't... She just didn't know. There was so much unknown. Maybe Jeffrey was attractive enough that Allanah would understand. No. That wasn't true. None of it was true.