Mirror Images Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Mirror Images Ch. 03

... with Courtney, elicited jealousy that was, at first, almost impossible to bear. It still deeply burned her when she thought about it.

"How could they ever have done all that to me? I had been so kind to them." she asked herself, the central, long-standing question rising in her mind yet again.

"I genuinely thought they were my friends. And after they thought they got away with it, they just went on as if nothing had happened, pretended to support me, as if they cared about me."

She conceded to herself that, at least superficially, they had acted as her friends and continued to do so even now.

"And I suppose I've also been able to keep up the ruse, pretending not to know what happened."

At first it had been difficult to even look at her friends, her amalgamation of anger and despair had been so acutely painful. But her friends had made the assumption that her withdrawn demeanor and reticence was not targeted at them but simply arose from the humiliation she had been made to endure -- that it was merely taking time for her to recover.

And it had become easier for Summer to keep up the deception over the course of a few years. She now even found herself often enjoying their company though she had made a vow to herself never to forget.

Summer thought about the schemes she had devised for Brennan, Courtney, and Camden. Plans that had taken time and creativity to formulate but, with the money and resources from her practice, plans that had finally become ...

... feasible and that had begun to coalesce.

As she thought about the specifics of what she would be attempting, a shadow of doubt crossed her mind.

She looked at her image in the mirror and asked herself, "Am I a sociopath?"

It troubled her to think the answer could be yes.

"Well, I wasn't always this way. If that's what I've become, then it's easy to see what caused it and who was responsible."

She hoped that her plans would bring resolution enabling her to regain herself. She had trouble remembering what it was to be the generous, luminous person she had been back at Zeta house before her friends' treachery, or what it had felt like to admire the inner and exterior beauty of her flawed friends.

---

Brennan Bjorklund hopped off the shallow studio stage at the gym in her full-length black tights and yellow bra top and made her way through the dispersing class to Summer and Courtney Rothschild. As she strode athletically toward the back of the room, her full-length tights accentuated her long, well-toned legs. She was accompanied by choruses of, "Thanks Brennan! Good class Bren! That was a tough one," from the class participants.

"How'd you like the class," she smiled expectantly at Summer and Courtney.

"That was excellent Bren. I got such a good work out. You're so energetic," said Summer.

"Yeah, I didn't think martial arts-based group exercise would do it for me, but I've changed my mind," Courtney added.

Brennan laughed and glanced at herself in the ...