Revenge, Pt 1: The Seeds are Planted - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 1: The Seeds are Planted

... fridge to get out the orange juice. I opened it and peered inside, trying to look like I really didn't care about her. And then, on an impulse, I just said, "Go fuck yourself, Jessica." It stunned her for a second, but she was quick to recover. I'd spoken back to her before, obviously, but I could never keep up with her. She was always too quick-witted, too shamelessly unrelenting for me to ever gain any ground. "Whoa, you got me there, kid, some real original stuff." she said. She called me "kid" sometimes, even though I was a little older than her. Just another of her many little ways of being condescending to me. I got out a glass and poured myself some juice. "But unlike you," she continued, "I don't need to fuck myself; I've got someone to do that for me." Her boyfriend was an asshole of the highest degree, but he hadn't ever really targeted me specifically. Still, he was muscular and handsome, and if that isn't a good enough reason to hate someone, then I don't know what is. As I drank my juice, a dozen little half formed insults and comebacks crept into my head, but as usual I didn't have the skill to get them out in time. "I mean, if you want someone other than your right hand to fuck you for once, I could maybe fix you up with a friend of his. I'll ask him if he knows any otherfaggots." she said. As usual, the frustration and unfairness of the situation started to get to me, but I kept it from showing. I slowly finished my drink and made my way across the room to ...

... the door. She stood up and moved to intercept me. "Oh, no clever little comeback this time? Just gonna run way?" she said. I stopped. "You know," I said, trying to appear calm, "I do so enjoy these bitchy little chats with you, but I've got something much more fun to do right now. Like stab myself in the face with a pencil." This was a line I'd been working on for a while. Again, she seemed a little taken aback. I tried to continue to the door, but she moved completely in my way. "You should just be grateful a girl as hot as me is even talking to you. It's probably not going to happen again for a long time." she said. She stared into my eyes, daring me to challenge her. I met her gaze. It was strange. She'd used the "block the door" trick a lot when we were younger, when she was much taller than me, but now I had the height advantage. I didn't exercise much, and I was slim, but I probably had enough muscle to have the weight advantage too. If it came to a physical struggle, I could probably best her. Force her to the floor, or at the very least push past her. I tried to tell myself this. I tried to force a little confidence in myself. But this wasn't a physical struggle; it was a psychological one. And, as always, I was the one that looked away first, staring at the floor to avoid her eyes. She let out a little laugh. "See you around, faggot." she said. She turned and left first, heading towards the living room where my sister was probably watching TV. I fucking hated her. The ...