4.1: Silent Challenge With Stepdad

Lisa’s POV

“Fuck me…” Delicate arms wrap around Greg’s sweaty back, stroking up and down his firm length, aggressive, possessive. “Oh… Bash my fucking cunt!”

Her voice is familiar.

I pause, mouth agape, eyes teary, with a thick lump heavy in my throat.

My head spins as I stand by the door to my supposed boyfriend’s bedroom and watch him fuck another girl… My supposed bestie, Erica.

Oh, god.

“Yessss!!! Yesss…” She clutches him tightly so that her nails dig into his skin, pooling blood around her fingers. “Ahhhh!!! Yes!!!”

She trembles beneath him, shaking as if she’ll disintegrate into pieces. And my fucking boyfriend clutches her tightly to himself, pounding inside of her like he wills to wreck her cunt, unapologetic, greedy.

His balls slam against her split ass, fucking her breathless, grinding into her until they stiffen with orgasm. Her scream, mixed with his deep moans, and the sloppy sound of their juices oozing out, deafens my pounding heart.

Weak, I stagger, resting my weight on the wall. My heart is racing, my legs are weary, and my weight suddenly feels heavy. The box of cake I’m holding threatens to fall out of my grip.

This is supposed to be our goddamn two-year dating anniversary!!! And here he is, fucking my bestie while I take the initiative to make our day special.

“Ahhh…” He collapses on top of her a few seconds after dumping his sperm in her core.

Broken, the box slips out of my grip and crashes to the ground, disrupting their little forbidden romance. It shatters on my feet, messes up the floor, and forms a nasty lump.

“What the heck!” Greg jumps off Erica’s naked body, shocked beyond words. He grabs the sheet, struggling to cover their bodies.

Erica on the other hand, doesn't move an inch, like she’s waited all her life to slam her betrayal in my face. And her looks? Unapologetic. Cringe.

“Babe…” He stutters, eyes blinking nonstop, voice too thin to be audible. “I’m… shit.”

Of all the words and questions that roam in my head, I can only mumble one word; “Why?”

He sighs, endlessly. He can't even look at my face.

Erica doesn't bat an eyelid, nor does she try to cover her big boobs that are naked in my view. Instead, she frowns at Greg’s display of weakness.

“You shouldn't have come unannounced.” He spits out, finally getting the balls Erica always wished he had.

I scoff, pissed. “Does that…” I sigh and run my tongue along my teeth. “Does that change anything?”

“Jeez, Lisa, stop with the drama.” Erica bluffs, irritation all over her attitude. “It is what it is. Besides, what makes you think a guy like Greg will settle for someone like you?”

I swallow dryly, trying to make sense of the drama, but nothing fits.

“You pathetic whiny bitch!” I flare up, burning with rage.

“Watch it!” She roots up in bed, almost knocking Greg off. The bed sheet completely falls off her body and settles below, revealing her boobs and neatly shaved cunt. “You think I like you, huh?”

Her words rile me up.

I blink back tears and clench my fists beside me. I'm this close to jumping on her and ripping her head off, then I’ll clip off the fucker’s cock that got her this sugar high.

“You always think you can get anything you want. The best mum.” She shrugs. “A stepdad who treats you like a literal princess.” Her tone is laced with pain. “You’re just a spoiled rich brat…” She sighs. “You think you rule the world like some sort of queen. News flash, you don't!” She claps, dramatically. “You let the guys crawl around you while you act untouchable. Guess who’s now replaceable.”

Tears well up in my eyes, but not for the pain of the betrayal, but for pity. Pity for the beast I once called bestie.

My eyes fall on the lumps of cake, I want to pack it and haul it at them, especially her smart mouth, but I don't. Why? Because she’s more miserable than I thought. Guess why life slaps the two bastards together.

“Have fun.” I chuckle, taking her by surprise. “A little secret though, you’d want to get a test done and your vaccines.”

Erica’s face suddenly drops, confused.

Greg on the other hand is signalling for me to stop.

Well, I don't.

“Brought this,” I take out my purse and pull out a pack of condoms. “Wanted to have fun, but I think you need it the most.” I haul it at her, intentionally allowing it to smack her in the face. “Play safe.”

“Babe… Lisa…” He stammers.

With that, I ignore him and walk out, bold and proud.

“Greg, what was she talking about?” Erica’s voice trails off as I take stylish strides away, letting them burn in their madness.