Chapter 5: Lesbian Betrayal
The taste didn’t fade. It metastasized.
It was in the steam of her morning shower, in the bitterness of her coffee, in the bland oatmeal she made for herself and Micha the morning he returned, bright-eyed and hugging her from behind, whispering how much he’d missed her. She stiffened. His touch was a foreign language, meaningless noise against a skin that now remembered only possession.
She spent the day in a fog, hearing Chris’s laugh from his room, hearing Erna’s soft footsteps padding to the bathroom. She jumped when her phone buzzed. A message from Lucia.
Hey slut. Missed you last night. Heard things got wild. Come to the bathroom. Now.
Nat’s heart hammered against her ribs. Heard things got wild. From who? Erna? Chris? The message was typical Lucia—bold, teasing, implicitly inclusive. But it now felt like a summons into a different world. A world Lucia had always been part of. Nat realized with a cold jolt that Lucia’s casual hookup stories about Chris hadn’t been just gossip. They had been groundwork.
She walked down the hall. The bathroom door was ajar, steam curling from the gap. She pushed it open.
The room was thick with humidity, the mirror a fogged-over blank slate. Lucia stood by the sink, a towel wrapped around her lush, curvy body, her dark hair damp. Chris leaned against the tiled wall, fully dressed, a look of mild amusement on his face. And between them, on her knees on the damp bathmat, was Erna, collared, her eyes cast down.
“There she is,” Chris said, his voice easy. “We were just talking about you.”
“Talking about what?” Nat asked, her voice thin in the moist air.
“About how you finally understand the rules,” Lucia said, a sly smile playing on her lips. She unwound the towel, letting it drop. Her body was a masterpiece of generous curves, dusky nipples pebbled in the steam. Nat had seen her naked a hundred times. This was different. This was performance. “About how messy it got with little Erna here.”
Chris nudged Erna with his foot. “Tell Nat what you were just telling Lucia. About the night you made things really clear for Micha.”
Erna didn’t look up. Her voice was a monotone of recited shame. “The night with Lucia. You were out, Nat. Micha was here. He was… sad. Clingy.”
Lucia rolled her eyes, running a hand over her own hip. “He was whining about Erna being distant. It was pathetic.”
“Chris texted me,” Erna continued. “He told me to come over. He told me to bring my toothbrush. A little joke.” She swallowed. “When I got here, Lucia was in this bathroom. Shaving her legs in the shower. Chris brought Micha into the hallway. Right outside this door.”
Nat’s eyes flicked to the door, imagining Micha standing there, just beyond the cheap wood.
Chris took up the story, his tone conversational, as if recounting a funny sports play. “I opened the door. Lucia was in the shower, the curtain half-open. Steam everywhere. She looked fucking incredible, all wet and soapy. I looked at Erna and I said, ‘Go on. Show him you’re mine. Show him what a real woman tastes like.’”
Lucia’s smile widened. “She was trembling. But she got on her knees right there on the wet tiles. I stepped out of the shower. I put my foot up on the toilet seat.” Lucia demonstrated now, lifting her leg, exposing the dark, neatly trimmed triangle of hair at the junction of her thick thighs. “And she went to town. Right in front of Micha.”
“She came three times before I even unzipped my pants,” Chris said, looking at Erna with disdainful ownership. “Isn’t that right, slut? You came just from eating Lucia’s cunt while your boyfriend watched you do it.”
Erna moaned, a low, desperate sound. “Yes. I came so hard. I could see him in the doorway. His face was… broken.”
“And what did Lucia do?” Chris prompted.
Lucia answered, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr directed at Nat. “I came all over her pretty face. Grabbed her hair and ground my pussy on her mouth until I screamed. Then I looked right at Micha and I said, ‘Your girlfriend gives better head than you do.’”
The cruelty was so casual, so intimate. Nat felt her own body reacting, a traitorous heat pooling between her legs. She leaned back against the closed door for support.
“Show her,” Chris said, not to Erna, but to Lucia.
Lucia’s eyes gleamed. She crooked a finger at Erna. “You heard him. Same as before, bitch.”
Erna scrambled forward on her knees, her hands sliding on the damp tiles. She pressed her face between Lucia’s thighs, her tongue immediately seeking out the other woman’s slit. Lucia threw her head back, a sharp gasp escaping her. One hand fisted in Erna’s black hair, forcing her deeper.
“See how hungry she is?” Chris said to Nat, moving to stand beside her. His closeness was an electric field. “She’s not doing this for me right now. She’s doing it for the memory. She’s getting off on you knowing how much of a betraying little cunt she is. She’s rewinding the tape.”
It was true. Erna was moaning into Lucia’s flesh, her hips rocking against nothing, lost in the re-enactment of her own degradation. Lucia’s other hand squeezed her own breast, pinching the nipple hard.
“Micha just stood there,” Chris whispered, his lips close to Nat’s ear. “He had a fucking erection tenting his jeans. He watched his girlfriend make another woman cum, and his dick got hard. That’s the truth he can’t face. That’s the man you’re dating.”
Nat couldn’t look away. Lucia’s thighs were trembling. “Fuck, yeah, right there, you hungry slut,” Lucia grunted, grinding harder against Erna’s face. “Just like that. Swallow it.”
With a sharp cry, Lucia’s body convulsed, her back arching. She held Erna’s face in place, shuddering through her orgasm. Erna drank it down, her own whimpers muffled by Lucia’s flesh.
When Lucia finally pushed her away, Erna collapsed back, her face glistening, her breath coming in ragged sobs. She looked utterly destroyed, utterly fulfilled.
Chris was unzipping his jeans. “The story doesn’t end there, Nat.” He freed his cock, already thick and heavy. “After Lucia came, I made Erna suck me off. Right here. I came in her mouth. And then I made her go out to Micha. I made her kiss him. I made him taste his best friend’s pussy and my cum on his girlfriend’s tongue.”
He stepped toward Erna, tapping his cock against her bruised lips. “Open.”
She did, like a reflex. He fed his length into her mouth, fucking her face with shallow, ruthless thrusts. He looked over at Nat, his gaze locking onto hers.
“This is what you wanted to know. This is the machine. It runs on shame. It runs on betrayal. And it’s fucking hungry.” His breathing hitched. “Lucia. Get over here. I want Nat to see how we really work.”
Lucia, still glowing from her orgasm, sauntered over. She turned her back to Chris, bending over, placing her hands on the sink. Her round, heavy ass was presented to him, still damp from the shower. Chris pulled his cock from Erna’s mouth, a string of saliva snapping. He positioned himself behind Lucia.
Without ceremony, he drove into her. Lucia yelled, a raw, guttural sound of absolute fulfillment. He fucked her with a powerful, piston-like rhythm, his balls slapping against her. The sound was wet, animalistic, echoing off the tiles.
“This is what Micha heard through the door,” Chris grunted, his eyes still on Nat’s. “This is what he jerked off to later, alone in his room. Thinking of his girlfriend on her knees and his best friend getting railed.”
Erna was watching, too, her hand frantically working between her own legs, her eyes glued to Chris’s cock disappearing into Lucia’s slick depths.
Nat’s hand had moved under her own skirt without her conscious command. Her fingers were soaked, circling her clit in frantic time with Chris’s thrusts. She was panting, her glasses fogged.
“Come here, Nat,” Chris commanded, his rhythm never breaking. “I want you to see this up close.”
She moved as if pulled by strings. She stood next to Lucia’s bent form, watching the thick, veined shaft plunge in and out, stretching Lucia open, glistening with her arousal.
“Touch it,” he said. “Feel how hard I am for her. Because of her. Because she’s a willing part of this.”
Nat reached out a trembling hand. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, felt the heat, the iron hardness, the slick coating of Lucia’s juices. The sensation sent a violent shock through her. She pumped her hand once, twice.
“That’s it,” Chris groaned. “Now taste her.”
He pulled out abruptly. He guided his cock, glistening and huge, to Nat’s mouth. The musky, feminine scent was overwhelming. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the salty-wetness from the head. It was Lucia, potent and tangy. She took him deeper, sucking clean the evidence of their act.
“Fuck yeah,” Lucia moaned, looking back over her shoulder, her eyes glazed. “Suck his dick clean of my cum, Nat. That’s my girl.”
Chris let Nat suckle for a moment, then pulled back. He turned Erna’s head roughly, forcing her to look. “See? She’s one of us now. You’re not special anymore.”
He slammed back into Lucia, harder now, chasing his own end. The room filled with the sounds of his final, brutal pushes, Lucia’s cries, Erna’s sobs, and Nat’s own choked whimpers as she brought herself to another sharp, shameful climax against the cool tile wall.
Chris finished with a roar, spilling himself deep inside Lucia, his body shuddering. He stayed there for a long moment, buried to the hilt, before pulling out. Lucia slumped against the sink, spent.
He tucked himself away, zipped his jeans. He looked at the three women—one bent over the sink, one collapsed on the floor, one leaning against the wall, utterly shattered. He ran a hand through his hair.
“The bathroom’s all yours, girls,” he said, his voice returning to its normal, casual tone. He stepped over Erna and opened the door, letting in a slice of cooler, clearer air from the hall.
As he left, he paused, glancing back at Nat. “Micha’s making dinner. Spaghetti. You should go be his girlfriend.”
The door clicked shut.
The steam began to dissipate. Lucia straightened up, wincing slightly, a satisfied smile on her face. She turned on the faucet, splashed water on her face. “Fuck, he’s insatiable,” she said, as if they’d just finished a gym session.