No Sympathy for the Devil

Fucking another girl wasn’t something that Victoria considered lightly. She had nothing against lesbianism in general, if it was two other consenting women, but it had never been something she had desired. She remembered how her parents took her to church when she was younger, the same church where she would later meet Dustin Lewis for the first time, and how they preached that homosexuality, just like **** and adultery, was wrong and sinful, a defiant act of a disgraced peoples against the God who loved them, the embodiment of all that was right and good. In time, though it had initially been a source of comfort and shelter for Dustin, he grew to reject the church, whilst Victoria found the principles taking root.

She wasn’t what she would consider religious. She believed there was a God, working for the good of his peoples, and she held a reverence for him. That she never thought of another girl sexually wasn’t because she thought it immoral. She was simply trying to live her life right, and well; if others were okay with it, then that was up to them. Even in her personal relationships, she was the good one, the patient one, the virgin, until she wasn’t, until she fucked Shawn and the devil turned out to be the best fuck of her, admittedly short, life.

Having given up so much of the principles she once held dear, she found herself wondering, what was one more? She’d given her virginity to Gavin, her self-respect to Shawn, why not give her body to a woman? The sapphic was one of the few experiments she hadn’t indulged in during her brief period of sexual liberation and now, here she was, considering sucking the cum from another woman’s cunt. Though really, Victoria’s urges lay much more with the cum than the cunt that held it. Did it still count as lesbianism if you were doing it because you were obsessed with a man?

Though it wasn’t quite her first foray into girl on girl. Just a couple of nights ago, while she’d sat, or rather stood with her pussy in her then boyfriend’s face, her best friend, Ashley, while stoking her then boyfriend’s cock into her best friend’s panties, had leaned up and kissed her. It occurred to her that her soul may have been lost long before Shawn found her. But that kiss. Ashley said it was a heat of the moment thing, and Victoria believed her, but when she thought about it, it did feel really nice. Soft and wet, receptive and emotive, nothing like any kiss from any man she’d ever had.

But that was just a kiss. What Victoria was contemplating was doubling Madison over and Frenching her lower hole until she gave up Shawn’s cream. She didn’t even really care if Madison wanted it. She just wanted to pounce. She bit her lip as she felt the desire build inside her body, silently urging her to do it, tempting, taunting. She could almost see Shawn, sitting on Madison’s other side, telling her to give in, to let her head slip beneath the tide.

Victoria jumped as the bedroom door was thrown open, Ashley standing in the door way, furious. She stomped into the room, and, lightning quick, she was in front of Victoria, poking the taller blonde in the chest, inhaling as she began her tirade.

“Where the fuck do you get off telling Zack some bullshit about me, trying to break us up?” Ashley barked, the aforementioned Zack running into the room, following her. “How fucking dare you!”

“I’m sorry, Ash, I’m sorry. I was angry and confused,” Victoria confessed, her eyes glistening wet. “But I told him it was all lies on the way home.” She looked to Zack, pleadingly. “I told you!”

“You did,” Zack agreed, looking from Victoria to Ashley. “But she’s upset because I still choose to break up with her.”

“Because of your fucking lies Zack thinks he’s figured out something about me and Gavin,” Ashley spat, wishing she had something to throw. “Was that what bothered you? I fucked your boyfriend, so you decided to screw up my relationship.”

“Sounds like you screwed up your own relationship without any help,” Madison scoffed, still sitting on the bed, checking her nails.

“It had nothing to do with Gavin, I swear, Ash. It was just a stupid mistake,” Victoria insisted desperately, her voice becoming higher. “I told you, we were even for that.”

“Then why? Why me?” Ashley demanded, so long Victoria was sure the whole cabin could hear. “I was your best friend Vicky, and this is how you treated me? And you have the gall to hide behind Shawn Lewis.”

“Like I said, I was confused. Shawn…he…fucked me…and it felt good,” Victoria said, face in her hands, no longer caring if Madison knew she was telling her friends the truth. “I got all mixed up and it snowballed. Ash, it was like I was possessed. I could see myself doing these things, acting without thinking, because it was fun, or I was pissed, without considering the consequences for once. But Kurt, he talked to me, made me see how much I was hurting the people around me, how much I had to lose. I’m done with Shawn…”

“Woop-de-fucking-doo,” Ashley raised her arms in feinted praise. “Shawn didn’t make you do a damn thing, you coward. Like him being a total fucking creep makes you exempt from the responsibility of your actions. Shawn might have told you to fuck Kurt in front of Gavin, but you choose to do it. He might have suggested that you break me and Zack up, so you could move on to him, but it’s on you for actually following through. And if you’ve really changed, then it’s still on you to stand up and take accountability for your choices.”

“The lake was too far, I know that,” Victoria began.

“The lake?” Ashley looked to Zack. “What the fuck is she talking about?”

“It’s irrelevant. After I asked Gavin about what was going on between you two and found out what you said during the game of ‘Never Have I Ever’, I was really pissed. Victoria, Kurt and I went down to the lake and we all ended up, uh…” Zack coughed. “…fucking.”

“You get to fuck around behind my back, with malice and intent, and it’s cool, but I make a few mistakes and say a few words during a fucking party game but I’m the piece of shit you need to get off your shoe?” Ashley roared, livid. “Hell, maybe there’s something between the two of you. If I’m accused of being with Gavin because of repetition, then the same should be true of you, and this is the second time you’ve fucked.

“You are not a piece of shit,” Zack argued, sighing. “I just don’t think this is working any more with the both of us. I’m not happy about it either, but it’s not Victoria’s fault.”

“I told him the truth,” Victoria re-stated, in case Ashley had missed it in her fury.

“Yeah, after it was already too late,” Ashley snapped, getting back up in front of Victoria’s face.

“What’s going on here?”

The four teens looked to the door, open wide, with Kurt striding into the room, perturbed to find Victoria at the heart of the commotion. Ashley’s yelling had attracted him all the way from Heather’s room, but it wasn’t until he was in the bedroom and could see Ashley’s confrontational stance that he really heard what she was saying. Behind the older blonde teen, Brandon and Gavin entered too, the argument having lured them too.

“Victoria lied to Zack and now he’s breaking up with me!” Ashley surmised, bitterly as Kurt moved Victoria back a step and stood between the two blonde girls.

“One really has very little to do with the other,” Zack remarked.

“Oh, come on Zack, I told you there was nothing serious going on between Ashley and me,” Gavin said, looking nervously at Brandon. “What did happen was just an accident, or a game, and I don’t believe that Ashley has any deeper feelings for anyone other than you.”

“Besides, you can’t really blame it on Victoria,” Kurt said, folding his arms. “She’s been through a lot these past few days.”

“Oh, yes, I’ve heard all about how she liked getting fucked, so she decided to take you and Zack down to the lake,” Ashley put a finger to her lip. “I wonder why you’re not more broken up about it.”

“Yeah, so?” Kurt growled back. “Blame your boyfriend then, not Victoria. If someone wants to get drunk and robs a liquor store, you don’t blame the liquor store for having ****.”

“You do if the liquor store is a lying bitch,” Ashley shot, looking around Kurt at Victoria.

“Ash, I’m so sorry,” Victoria tried. “Shawn-”

“STOP BLAMING SHAWN!” Ashley bellowed, stamping her foot and closing her eyes as she clenched her fists at her side. “Vicky, I wanted to help. I came to you and wanted to talk to you and you blew me off. None of us could get through to you, and now you’ve been caught, you’re all regretful and sorrowful. Fuck that. I was your best friend. If you had come to me, whatever the issue, I would have listened, and I would have been on your side. Instead you choose Shawn. You choose this over our friendship. You decided you’d rather burn the world down than face up to the rawness of your emotions. This, all of this, is on you.”

“That’s rich,” Madison mused, standing. “You accuse Vicky of not taking responsibility, when you blow off your own cheating, vindictiveness as mistakes and accidents. At least Victoria has the excuse of Shawn messing with her head. What’s the reason for you being such a two-faced bitch?”

“Madison, I…” Ashley paused, tilting her head as she looked at Brandon’s little sister, really looked at her for the first time since she’d entered the room, clearly seeing the girl now that they were both standing. “That’s my dress. That’s my fucking dress!”

“Yeah, and?” Madison shrugged. “I had nothing to wear to the night club, so Victoria said-”

“Is there no fucking end to the shots you’ve taken at me?” Ashley screamed. “And you would have known. You knew!”

“I don’t get it.” Brandon grimaced. “What’s the big deal with the dress?”

“It’s the same one Ashley wore on our first date,” Zack answered, then realising who he was talking to. “Uh, you know the night.”

“Oh.” Brandon’s face hardened. “I wish I hadn’t asked.”

“Take it off,” Ashley ordered, stretching out her hand to take the dress. “Take it off now?”

“Are you serious?” Madison scoffed.

“Right here in front of everyone?” Zack asked.

Brandon laughed bitterly. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

“I want my fucking dress back,” Ashley seethed through gritted teeth. “Now.”

“Ashley, it’s just a dress,” Brandon walked over beside Kurt, in front of Madison. “Let it go.”

“No, it’s fine, Bran,” Madison said, a hand on his arm, softly pushing him aside as she stared haughtily into Ashley’s eyes. “If she wants to be this petty, she can have her dress. She’s lost her friend and her boyfriend. Might as well give her something.”

Ashley resisted the urge to slap the brunette and simply said, “strip.”

Reaching down, first of all, Madison unbuckled her heels and kicked the shoes off at Ashley’s feet, keeping eye contact with the blonde all the while. Straightening up again, she reached over her shoulder, grasping for the zipper. She knew her brother would refuse to have any part in this, so instead, she pivoted her body towards Kurt, looking over shoulder at him.

“Could you help me with this?” Madison asked sweetly, and then, in a taunting voice towards Ashley, “that’s allowed, right?”

Ashley did not respond, except to stare at the brunette with the same cold eyes she’d been watching her with. With no objections, Kurt stepped up and took hold of the zipper in one hand, the other resting upon the small of her back, grimacing an apologetic face at Brandon as he dragged the zipper down, the material of the dress falling open along her back. Reaching up, Madison pulled the dress off her arms, one at a time, her body being revealed piece by piece, inch by inch, until she let the front fall down, her small, tight, perky boobs exposed to everyone in the room.

With the top of the dress bunched around her waist, Madison’s hands went down, pushing the material further south. It was tight, and clung to her shape, like black clingfilm wrapped around her ass. As she reached back and worked the clothing over the curve of her buttocks, the firm round shape of her ass came into view, the smooth white cheeks visibly contrasting against the black thong that slid between, doing its best to hide her pussy from sight. She felt the skin clear the slope of her ass, and released the dress, allowing gravity to drop it to her feet. She stepped out from where it pooled, and kicked on top of her shoes.

Ashley growled and withdrew her outstretched hand, bending down to gather up the precious, discarded clothing.

“We’re done now, right?” Brandon said, more of an order than a question.

“The thong,” Ashley replied abruptly, standing up, the dress in her arms, her fingers wrapped around the straps of the heels. “That’s my underwear too.”

“No,” Brandon said, defiantly. Then looking at Madison, already hooking her thumbs in the waistband of the thong. “What are you doing?”

Madison shrugged as she pushed the panties down away from her pussy and down her legs. She stepped out, one foot at a time, and held them up by the strap, dangling from one finger, stains and smears of cum clearly visible on the gusset as Madison, completely naked, not an inch of her smooth, youthful skin unavailable to every eye in the room, offered them back to Ashley.

“Clearly I’m not the only one who has been screwing around,” Ashley sneered as she gingerly took the underwear, balling it up to avoid touching the cum.

Kurt grabbed her by the arm and began hauling the petite blonde cheerleader out of the bedroom, saying, “Out, now. You and I need to have a chat.”

Zack turned to Gavin, who was trying hard not to stare at Madison’s well-toned body, and said, “We should give them some privacy.”

“No, it’s alright,” Madison insisted, finding the large t-shirt of Brandon’s that she had been wearing earlier in the day, and covering her naked body with it once again. She made a ta-da gesture once she’d clothed herself. “See, it’s no big thing. Besides, I may need some help,” she thumbed over her shoulder at Victoria, “…dealing with this.”

Victoria was sitting on the bed again, half bent over, head in her hands, silent tears leaving trails down her cheeks. She felt sorry for herself and angry with herself, ashamed and stupid. She was split between believing everything Ashley had said about her, and bitter that she didn’t blame Shawn more. Kurt had said her actions would cost her friends and family and freedom. Perhaps, ignorantly, Victoria had imagined that she could still save those things if she repented of her sins. But, if the devil was always going to win, what was the point in being good?