And Then Came Dessert - Sex Stories

And Then Came Dessert

... upset me. She enjoyed driving me crazy. I had no way of knowing whether what she said was true or whether she was just teasing me. It was another way for her to confirm her power over me. She controlled my mind like she controlled my heart. I wondered if I would ever be able to get over her. ‘No, you stop being such a chicken shit. Listen, we didn’t work out, so what, big deal. You need to get on with your life and I with mine, we talked about that. You said you can’t be alone for long, so here’s your chance to get back into the market.’ ‘Yes, but not with her.’ ‘What’s wrong with her?’ ‘Everything. She’s weird. She’s scary.’ Jane laughed again. She had such a nice laugh, like crystal bells chiming. I thought for a moment she knew exactly what I was referring to. ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘The way she acts. The way she treats men.’ Jane crossed her arms over her chest and stared me down. Marie was her best friend and she didn’t like to hear anything negative about her. But I was too upset to hold back. ‘She acts like she is a goddess or something and she treats men like shit. Remember that night when we had dinner at her house and Al was there? Poor Al. She was chiding him about some woman he had presumably stood her up for, right there in front of us. It was humiliating, how she dragged him through the mud. And then when I interceded on his behalf, she took it out on me, that I was covering for him because he always covered for me, that men were all the same and that I ...

... wasn’t any better. She had no right to say that. It was offensive.’ ‘So what? I say things like that to you all the time.’ ‘That’s different. We’re friends. Anyway, the point is that she enjoys humiliating men. Al says he broke up with her because… ’ I stopped. I couldn’t bring myself to pronounce the words. ‘Because of what?’ ‘Nothing.’ ‘What do you mean, nothing? You started the sentence, now finish it.’ ‘He told me in confidence.’ ‘Don’t give me that shit. We agreed that you would have no secrets for me.’ ‘That was when we were lovers.’ Jane moved to get up and slap me in the face, like she had often done during our short but passionate relationship when something I said or did disgusted her, but then she thought better of it. ‘We’re friends now. You insisted on that. I don’t see how that changes the rules.’ I wished I had bitten my tongue. Why was it that I had no resistance against this woman? Our relationship had, at her insistence and my acceptance, been almost exclusively about her needs and me satisfying them. Although this arrangement had its appeal to me in sexual terms, I had not been very good at controlling my pride and jealousy in the emotional realm. Still, the urge to oblige her remained latent. ‘Well, he told me that she likes to… do things.’ ‘Things like what?’ ‘Things. Just things. Weird things.’ ‘You talking about sex?’ Jane’s eyes lit up. Sex had always been her favourite topic. ‘I’m not sure you can call it sex. It’s just… well, he told me she would…’ ...