Cherie falls in love
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Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
3. This is the third chapter of the 'Mating Rituals' series – it is a standalone story but will make more sense if you read chapters 1 and 2 first (and why would you not want to do that?).
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The post was only on Facebook for an hour or so before it was removed by the organization, yet an hour was all that was needed for it to be spread widely. Many of Cherie's 'friends' on Facebook unfriended her, often leaving hurtful, soul destroying messages as they did so. The photograph turned up elsewhere as well, thanks to some people taking screenshots of the original and reposting on other social media. As has been said many times, once something's in cyberspace it's there forever.
The recriminations continued late into Saturday night. "It's so unfair," said Cherie to her Mom and Dad, "He seemed a nice guy; I really liked him; we had fun together, danced and really enjoyed the date. I even brought him back here and let him make love to me and I dreamed of a life together, but it turned out he was a total scumbag. I feel so dirty, so demeaned, so betrayed. I didn't want to be a prude, but I don't want to be a slut either, so I tried to walk the fine line between those and look where it got me. The whole world thinks I'm a slut now. How will I ever get another date with someone who doesn't just want to fuck me and leave me?"
"Sweetheart, trust us, this will blow over," said Lance, "There's a very true spiritual saying 'This too will pass' and it will. You'll see. Just hang in there and be you. There are other sayings like 'What other people think of you is none of your business' and 'Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission'. Actually, nobody can make you feel any way without your permission. How you feel is always your choice, but I guess that doesn't help you much right now. Use this incident to develop your strength and fortitude. Don't let those who would rub your good name in the dirt win. Yes, he seemed a decent sort of guy; he had us fooled too. But use this for your learning, do not let it grind you down. Remember that when people criticize you negatively it says more about them than it does about you."
"Yes, but how will I face my friends? I mean my real friends, flesh and blood friends, not those who click a box on Facebook. What will I tell them?"
"Your real friends will stand by you," Bel reassured her, "At the very least they will suspend judgement until they've heard your side of the story. If they don't, then at least you'll know who your real friends are and who your fake friends were."
"I'm never going on Facebook again," vowed Cherie.
"Facebook is an excellent tool for communication, but it can also be very dangerous, as you've seen. It's something to be wary of but I wouldn't withdraw from it completely. Just be very selective about who you accept as a friend."
Eventually everything that needed to be said, and many things that didn't, had been said and around midnight they fell silent, Lance and Bel cuddling Cherie between them. "We probably should get to bed," said Lance, "I know for a fact that you didn't get much sleep last night, Cherie."
"You're right, Daddy, as you usually are. Thank you both for being such wonderful parents." Cherie kissed them both in turn then stood and went to the bathroom.
"She'll be fine after a while," said Lance, "It's just a huge shock and it's so unfair and unnecessary."
"Yes, I do think it will make her think twice about who her real friends are though. She'll come through it and be a better, more discerning person. Let's go to bed."
A short time later they were all in the big bed together. "It's lucky there's nobody to take a photo of this," quipped Bel.
Cherie lay between her parents and turned to her dad.
"Please, Daddy, I need to relax, I'm so tense and upset. Could you please make sweet gentle love to me, Daddy?"
Bel watched as the two people she most loved in the world made love together. As usual, Lance was ready quickly and he spent a long time arousing Cherie, diverting her thoughts from the tragedy she felt she had suffered to the present, where he was arousing and stimulating her. Eventually she let go of the trauma and focussed on the present, feeling the sensations pouring over her and through her, healing her, removing the effects of her betrayal as she understood how loved she was by her parents.
Cherie lay on Lance, slowly allowing his hard cock to penetrate her, where Danny had been less than 24 hours before, she reminded herself, then dashed that memory from her mind. The gentle rhythmic movements and accompanying erotic sensations had a calming and almost mesmerizing effect on her as she felt herself being pushed closer to her climax. Suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, it hit her and she tensed as waves of orgasm washed through her fragile nervous system, bringing her ecstasy, dispelling all hurt and pain from her earlier trauma. She felt him ejecting his hot semen inside her and then she was sobbing, her body racked with the grief, sadness, betrayal and anger she felt.
As she sobbed out her emotional stress, Lance simply lay beneath her and held her comfortingly, tight enough to let her know he was there for her, loose enough for her to move and writhe under the influences of the cathartic outpouring of emotions. Eventually she lay still, silent, breathing easily. She was asleep. Lance slowly and carefully rolled onto his side and lay beside her, gently stroking her hair until he also slept.
On Monday Cherie knew that the worst was not yet over. At college, most of the young women she had regarded as friends snubbed her, avoiding her or going out of their way to insult her. A lot of guys also seemed to seek her out and try to feel her up or get a fuck date with her. Her reputation as a pleasant, loving young woman and a pleasure to date had diminished to that of a quick fuck, a love me and leave me person for obtaining guaranteed sexual release, but certainly not someone to introduce to your mom.
She was interviewed by faculty, who tended to believe her story of the incident, and as a result she was not disciplined, simply warned of the dangers of the internet, while Danny was expelled from the college for bringing the college into disrepute. The effect of this was that now Danny's mates who remained in college had a target and a mission to avenge his expulsion.
Somehow, through this maelstrom, Cherie survived. Increasingly, however, she had the feeling of not knowing who she was. There is a saying about giving a dog a bad name and they will live up to it; this applies equally to people. In fact, it applies more so because people have the ability to believe what they are told, if they are told it often enough and especially if it is a large enough lie to appear credible. The first casualty of war is truth, and this felt very much like war to Cherie. However, it is hard to live up to your ideals when everyone is intent on tearing them down. She was told repeatedly that she was a slut so eventually she believed it. She went shopping.
"What do you think, Mommy and Daddy?" she asked as she flounced into the living room wearing her latest purchases.
Lance and Bel looked at their beautiful daughter and their jaws dropped. She was dressed, if you could call it that, in a very short black skirt that barely covered her crotch, beneath which could clearly be seen her almost transparent white G string panties which showed every detail of her now completely bald pussy. Her white top was simply a wrap-around sheer scarf-like garment that went around the back of her neck, over her breasts, around her midriff immediately below her breasts and was tied in a bow in the front. Her breasts and nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. She finished the outfit off with black fishnet stockings reaching mid-thigh and held up with a black suspender belt which hung below her short miniskirt. Cherie did a pirouette, causing her skirt to splay out and reveal all her many charms, then she sat in a chair opposite them both with her legs spread apart and her pussy on display.
Bel and Lance looked at her, then at each other, before Lance answered her question.
"Do you think it may be a bit revealing?" he asked.
"No, people say I'm a slut so I'll be one. Why not?"
"Darling, I know you've had a hard time recently, but lowering your standards is not the way to deal with this," counselled Bel.
"Oh, Mommy, you just don't understand. People call me a slut because I am. I'm the one who's been in denial, trying to uphold standards that I thought I adhered to. Obviously I was wrong so I now accept that and have dressed as I really am, slutty."
"Well, I will say one thing," began Lance cautiously, "Your outfit is hot and it's got me hard. But I would never expect you to wear it outside the bedroom, and then only there when the guy who was with you knew you well and you could trust him completely. In that situation I can see it could lead to many enjoyable evenings."
Bel glared at him, then turned to Cherie in an attempt to undo the harm his comments may have done. "Sweetheart, just have a think about what you're doing. Right now you're not thinking straight and you're making bad decisions; decisions you will regret in later years, or even later weeks. All that wearing this outfit would do would be to confirm people's judgements of you as a slut. After that it would be an uphill battle to change their opinions. Despite what your father said, I really do urge you to reconsider wearing your present outfit in public."
Cherie burst into tears. "You just don't understand. I thought I could count on you for support but you're just like everyone else. Cherie do this, Cherie do that. WELL, I'M SICK OF IT!!" Cherie stood and stormed out of the room leaving her stunned parents lost for words. That night she slept on her own.
