When Avalon showed up at his door, more than a little tipsy, he wasn’t too surprised. “Heyy, mind if I com in?” she asked, clearly having had a drink or three. Jeff was somewhat used to this. Usually, Ava would show up after having a fight with her boyfriend, and he’d let her vent about it and stay the night. They were friends, but for Jeff, it was more like the friendzone. After being shot down a few times with the typical, “I love you, but not in that way,” and, “You’re a really nice guy, but we’re just friends,” he had resigned himself to a completely platonic relationship with her. He still fantasized about her, and sometimes even cried about how she would pick assholes over him, but ultimately he was and would always be just a friend. His other friends, few as they may have been, made fun of him for it, calling him a simp, and deep down he knew that was what he was.
“Yes, of course, what’s wrong?” he asked almost artificially. He already had a good idea of what happened.
“I- that son of a bich! And tha whore Brittany! To timing slut!” Avalon was clearly pissed.
“Come sit, I’ll get you some water,” said Jeff calmly. As he set the glasses down on the coffee table, he sat across from her. “You said something about Brittany, you mean your friend Brittany?”
She looked even more pissed, “Oh ya, some friend! You no what I came hom to see? That bimbo slut spreading on MY FUKING BED WITH JASON ON TOP OF HER!” She looked light-headed from the yelling.
“There it is,” Jeff thought. He always knew Jason would cheat on her. All the guys she dated were pieces of shit. She probably never had a boyfriend that wasn’t fucking around. He had tried to bring that up in the past, but it would only make her upset and angry. Jeff would never do such a thing to her.
“Are you ok? He didn’t do anything to you did he?”
“Oh yea, I’m fuking great!” She yelled. “Yeah, jus fantastic! I really like the par where she was moaning lik a prostitute for him!”
It annoyed Jeff that she couldn’t have a calm conversation with him, but he sucked it up and dealt with it.
All of a sudden, Ava practically leaped over the table, straddling Jeff’s lap. She kissed him sloppily while he was too stunned to respond. He managed to pull away, “What are you doing?”
“Show that fucker he not the only on that can cheat,” she said before burying her lips back into his unresponsive ones. While Jeff had fantasized about this moment for years scrolling through her social media with a tissue box late at night, he didn’t feel aroused. He felt pissed.
“Get off!” he yelled. She was taken aback, shocked into immobility for a moment. “I can’t fucking believe you! You know how I feel, and you’re just going to abuse that to get back at your boyfriend?” Jeff shifted his skinny frame, though he couldn’t get out from underneath her.
“After a moment of quiet, she snapped back, “Oh get of it. I no what u think about. Don’t think i don notice you hiding you boner around me. I know you jerk it to me al the tim.” She held him down and got her face right in front of his. She whispered in a sultry tone, “I know you want this.”
Jeff couldn’t resist her in any way. She was larger than him in height and weight, her emotions were stronger, and her will was stronger. As he felt his heart beginning to succumb to the years of wear, he felt his member, modest as it was, hardening. He felt so pathetic, about to lose his virginity to the love of his life in revenge sex she might not even remember.
Avalon ground her crotch against the small bulge forming in his pants. “I knew this was what you wanted,” she said maliciously. She forced her lips to his again, and he half-heartedly went along with it. “You get to fulfill your dirty fantasy, I get to get back at that pig. We both win.” She had stopped slurring her words, though Jeff didn’t notice. He felt so small, like she didn’t even see him as a person, let alone a man.
Ava got off his lap and started to undo his pants. He didn’t stop her; he knew she would get what she wanted regardless. She took his small cock in her hand and jerked it off. She didn’t use her mouth on him, it was as if she was doing the bare minimum to get what she wanted out of him. “Just relax,” she told him. “You’ll enjoy this.”
Avalon stood up and dropped her pants. She remained clothed the rest of the way. She manhandled Jeff onto the couch so that he was lying belly up. She straddled him again and spit on her fingers before pulling her panties to the side and rubbing her pussy to wet it. She did this again, only inserting her fingers. Finally, she spit in her palm and rubbed it on his cock. She hastily lowered herself on him, having very little reaction to his length inside her. Jeff, however, moaned, his virgin cock overwhelmed with pleasure.
Ava began to ride him, not even making eye contact. “See me, you bastard? Two can play that fucking game!” she said into the air as if Jason could hear her.
While Jeff squirmed under her, the pleasure a shock to his system, it only made him feel worse. He just lost his virginity and she wouldn’t even acknowledge who she was fucking, like he was some kind of dildo. His self-hatred grew with every moan.
Ava sped up, riding home harder. “I’m going to tell your boyfriend just how much of a conniving slut you are, both of them!” she yelled as she rode him. After just a couple minutes, Jeff already felt close to orgasm. He tried to hold back, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t get the words out in time, and he shot his thin load into his friend.
She looked surprised by his weak stamina but ultimately picked herself up off his shrinking cock. Looking mentally content but sexually indifferent, she pulled her pants back on and laid on the opposite couch, falling asleep near instantly. Jeff was traumatized. He laid on the couch with his flaccid phallus out. He was slick with a combination of fluids, hers and his own, and felt immobilized. Tears welled up in his eyes as his mind raced with emotions. He put himself away, then slowly walked to his bedroom, not able to even look at his friend. He got in bed, fully clothed, and cried himself to sleep.
In the morning, Jeff’s eyes hurt. He felt disgusting, both physically and emotionally. The aftermath of… he didn’t know what to call what happened was still covering his body. He dragged himself out of bed and crept downstairs. The couch was deserted. There was no Ava, no note, hardly any evidence she had been there at all. He might have convinced himself it was a nightmare if not for the two still full glasses on the table. He sat on the couch where the events of the previous night took place and felt tears well up again. He felt betrayed, abused, dehumanized. He spent the rest of the day in a daze. He didn’t leave the house, nor did he do anything productive. He called in sick to work for a few days before going back, where people shot him glances.
The trauma didn’t end there. Avalon acted like nothing happened. She still talked to him regularly, vented, and never brought that night up. Jeff put on an unaffected demeanor for their interactions, trying his best to remove the memories of that night from his mind. His fantasies never stopped, however. He would still find himself late at night, scrolling through her pictures with his dick in hand, however, after he would finish, he would cry and feel all of the emotions he felt that night again. Sometimes he even fantasized about what she had done to him. Those were particularly dark nights. He hated it, he hated himself, he hated his body and his lizard brain, he hated that he was so addicted to her, he hated her, but he also loved her.
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