Part 2 (of 2)
The story continues:
In the years that followed I never forgot that night. Both the good parts and the bad. I've learned that sex is like that. I thought college might give me new adventures to replace it, but all's I got were memories of being groped by drunken, easily forgotten frat boys.
Veronica and I went to different colleges and saw each other only a handful of times in the 4 years. But, after college, she asked me to move in with her to save on expenses. I agreed (since that was preferable to moving back with the folks) and tried to make the best of it.
Vee seemed to have matured in college and was really into her first real job and her boyfriend, Mike. (They shared cubicles at work.) I'll admit to being a little jealous, since things weren't going as well for me. I also still carried a little chip on my shoulder. One night when she came home a little tipsy from a night out, I flat out asked her about that night years before. At first she denied knowing anything, but she wasn't convincing. With some persistence, I was finally able to pry an admission out of her.
"Oh, that night my dad fucked your brains out." She apologized and then burst out laughing. She said she always knew I wanted her dad, and she knew he was ready. (She had some stupid saying about how horny he was.) She went on to say that she was listening outside the door as I screamed out in ecstasy. She even mocked me.
And then she did it...she called me a slut.
From that day on, I set out to exact some revenge. I wasn't sure about the particulars, but I'd get even some way. She might have been right about her dad, and I might have able to live with being set up that way.... But no one laughs in my face and calls me a slut.
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The plan hit me one night at a smoky, noisy, nightclub. My cousin Steven was a bouncer there and always snuck me in (to avoid the cover charge). He fit the role. He was tall and bulky and, with his dark eyes, bald head, and goatee, he was intimidating. A friend of mine from the club whispered into my ear. "I'd hate to meet him in a dark ally."
It planted a seed.
I invited Steven over to my place after closing. (Vee was staying over at her boyfriend's.) He was surprised (since we weren't that close), but he came. After some meaningless banter, I showed him a beach picture of Vee and asked him if he was interested.
"I'd hit that," he said, flashing a dirty grin.
I sighed deeply and, with the help of five hours of drinking, I told him my plan. When I finished I finally looked up at him. He was pulling on his goatee.
"Let me get this straight. You work late on Thursday, and she doesn't. You want me to come over and sneak in (using your spare key), hide like a robber, and do...what...to your roommate when she comes home?"
"Make her undress. You know, strip. Bring a mask and some sort of weapon. Scare the crap out of her."
"You know...an intruder with a weapon probably wouldn't just make her undress and leave."
(Shit!) I thought he might just be right, especially when he sees her naked. (I'm not proud of what I said next.) "Do what you must.... Just don't hurt her and don't be mean."
"You know what that's called, don't you...?"
"Yep, but don't say it," I gushed. (I felt bad enough about it.)
"Jesus!" he cried out. "Well, I guess you CAN'T judge a book by its cover, Miss Goody-Goody. Do I want to know what she did to you?"
I just shook my head and pleaded with him to do it. He said the offer was tempting, but he was on probation and didn't want to risk it. I pleaded and pleaded but he wasn't budging. I finally offered him money (that I didn't have).
"Girl, I know you don't have any money," he said, sadly. He sat down on the couch, stuck one hand in his pocket, and stroked his goatee with the other. A smile formed on his lips. "Well.... You know what, take your fucking clothes off."
I gasped. "Steven, you're my cousin."
"Humbug!" He raised his voice. "Do it!"
I stood in front of him in stunned silence. Fueled by alcohol (or was that an excuse?) I figured it might be the only way, so I began to undress. I looked to the floor as my clothes piled up. When I was butt-naked he took a good long look at me. It was embarrassing, but I was more nervous about what he might do to me now. He had me play with my nipples until they were good and hard. Then he ordered me to turn around and bend over, and, if that wasn't bad enough, I had to spread my ass cheeks, and then reach even deeper and spread my pussy. I wanted to die.
"You must want this pretty bad," he said with a smile. I let out a deep sigh, turned around and sat down on the couch next to him. (I didn't realize how much I wanted revenge until I actually spread myself open for his eyes.)
I stroked his arm. "Please, do it for me. No one will know. I don't think she'll even call the cops."
He laughed. "Honey, if you're trying to use your womanly ways, you best start stroking a different part of my body."
I smacked my lips and jumped up. "Asshole!" I shouted. I started putting my clothes back on. He just sat there smiling. I was calling him nasty names, and he seemed to enjoy it. He said the only way he'd do it is if we were BOTH home. I got his meaning before he even finished. I told him he was brain damaged if he thought I'd go along with that. There were too many reasons to list.
He pulled a little device out of his pocket, and I saw why he'd been smiling the whole time. He rewound the tape, punched a button, and there was a strange voice talking about some old war.
"Damn, that's my old history professor," he said. (He flunked out of college.)
