Understanding (Part 2)

"You've heard me say the name Gloria before, right?" Amelia asks.

You nod, remembering both Viki and Susan's intense reactions when that name came up in the past. "The one you told me to ask Viki to tell me about?"

Amelia winces but does not look away. "Yeah. Sorry, that was really unfair of me dumping that responsibility on her, even if she said she was okay with it. But... no, I really should be the one to tell you. Even if it's the long story extremely short version."

She pauses, needing to wet her lips a second time. "Gloria was a girl I knew for a long time. Since grade school. We were track and field rivals all through junior high and high school, always fighting for the top spot in whatever event we were in. She pretty much always won and I'd always be close behind in second. I'd try my best and I know I'm good but... that girl was what you'd call a generational talent. I could never catch up to her. She was... also the one who made me realize I liked fucking the ladies as much as the guys. Y'know, when we were old enough to start thinking about that kind of thing. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful."

You feel her hands twitch against your chest. "She was also kind of a total bitch. Really competitive. To the point I was kind of surprised when SHE came on to me first and the relationship got so hot and deep so fast. To the point that, despite the total bitch thing, I started to think she was the first person I didn't JUST want to fuck. And... I thought she felt the same. She didn't."

Her jaw clenches and her eyes start to shimmer. "She used me," Amelia says when she eventually resumes, "but not in the way you're probably thinking. The sex wasn't the point. It was the competition."

You are unable to suppress the confused squint you give her fast enough for her to not notice and she bursts into a sobbing laugh before it trails off into a round of sniffling. "Viki gave me that same look the first time I tried to explain it to her. You remember how I said Gloria was really competitive and how I was always finishing second? She... she thought maybe being my lover would be motivation to keep trying to beat her. Y'know... I'd double down and go twice as hard to impress her. Maybe win a few times to **** her to get better too."

After another short pause she continues with, "Didn't work out that way. I actually did try harder. Doubled, hell, tripled down on it because I DID want her to see me as someone worthy of her. But... she was coming more and more into her own naturally, so I stayed in second. If anything, she started winning by a wider and wider margin each time and eventually the gap was just too fucking wide for me to compete with her anymore."

Given what Amelia has explained so far, you have a sick feeling in your gut that you know where this is going. However, it is still best to let her tell it, so you remain silent still.

"At graduation, she was immediately snapped up by a recruiter for a Pro Archanalympics team. I... confessed how deep my feelings were, that I may not have been a match for her as a rival, but I still wanted to be in her life. That I wanted to support her any way I could."

Her hand on your chest clenches into a fist as she grips your shirt so tightly you almost expect it to rip. "That was when she told me what her intentions had been the whole time. And how much I had failed her. And... I quote... 'I do not settle for second best, and second best is all you are ever going to be.'"

The breakdown comes all at once, Amelia turning her face into your chest as she begins to weep. "I saw you..." she gasps between deep sobs, "... FUCKING her. Gloria. And... and saying how her pussy was better than mine... and her ass was better... and her blowjobs were better... and she had all that and big enough breasts for a proper tit fuck too. And I was there... and you both knew it... and you were still saying those things like I wasn't... and Gloria was looking over your shoulder at me with that damn smug look of hers and... and..."

Any further speaking for the moment is impossible for her and you reach up with a free hand to stroke her hair gently as she cries. "It's okay," you whisper, "I'm here. I wouldn't leave you like that. It's okay."

Amelia hiccups a few times before managing to turn her face up towards yours again. "... And the most fucked up part? I... The more I think about it, the more I realize I kinda found it really fucking HOT. The fuck is WRONG with me?!"

All you can think to do in reply to that particular bit of information is just continue with the hair stroking and soft hushing noises as she resumes bawling her eyes out and shivering. She needs your support now, so you can bring up the possibility that this girl may have just discovered a previously unknown cuckquean fetish at a later time.

Once she has regained enough of her composure to speak again, Amelia shifts around so that her back is against your chest and she leans against you as she rubs whatever tears are left in her eyes. "Hey, Stud? Is Liam coming back tonight?"

"He didn't SAY he was going to spend the whole night with Keira but..." you reply.

"Can I... stay the night here then?"