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Revenge
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Bi-Sexual Female / 29
I Wanted To Forget Her, But I Had A Chance For Revenge And Took It
I was trusting and naive, having been homeschooled until high school. "M" was a classmate there who was the type to befriend you just to humiliate you. I didn't understand that. I was gullible enough to think she actually liked me. She'd introduce me to guys then all of a sudden they wanted nothing to do with me. She sabotaged my school projects, telling me I should do things one way when she knew our teachers wanted something different. A teacher told me I'd have won a major award if I'd only done the things she advised me not to. On an overnight field trip she replaced my shampoo with hair remover. Yeah, real funny and original. For her coup de grace, she made sure I spent prom night alone because she convinced a guy to invite me then stand me up at the very last minute. Yes, I know it was all as much my fault as hers. I st*pidly kept trying to get her to like me.
I learned a lot in college about other people, but mostly about myself and my own potential. I enjoyed my freedom. Along the way I had relationships with men and a few women. Nobody special though. I hadn't seen M for nine years and hoped never to see her again when one day she yells and waves at me as I was walking down the street. She was all sweetness and light, so amazed at how we ended up in the same city. She was a housewife now, married to a somewhat older man, a pastor and they had two kids. She went on about how wonderful her church was, how it was perfect for a single, lonely woman like me. Condescending and superior as ever. Just then her husband, "B" the pastor comes up and she introduces us. B was a narcissistic grifter and a hypocrite. I knew as soon as I met him. I'd had enough experience with them by then. He was attracted to me too, even though he did his best to hide it from M.
B called me less than a week after we met. We started seeing each other whenever we could. The sex was great. I knew it would be. Guys like that make bad husbands but good lovers. We used condoms except for a couple times. I wasn't on the pill. It gave me side effects, and I didn't date that often anyway. B's cock was all I needed for the time being, and the the chances of getting pregnant when you use condoms most of the time is low, so what's the worry, right?
Yeah, wrong. I missed my period, and sure enough, my doctor confirmed I was pregnant.
When my pregnancy started showing, B noticed before anybody because he could feel the tiny bump forming on my otherwise toned stomach when we made love. He was paranoid, thinking I was going to break up his family and ruin his ministry. I told him I wasn't interested in taking him away from M (I certainly didn't want a guy like him for a husband) but I intended to have the baby. Nobody need know he was the bio father. He could keep his wife and his precious church. I'd tell M I had an encounter with somebody one afternoon, and oopsie, I'm pregnant. I didn't need B's financial help either, so he didn't have to freak out about that.
M knew I spent time at the beach on weekends, so I told her this whole story I concocted about succumbing to a beach bum who was passing through town. She was like, Tsk, Tsk, that's what you get honey when you live a sinful life. She begged me not to have an abortion. She said that God doesn't make mistakes, and turns sinful behavior into blessings. She was going to set me up with an adoption agency. I told M not to worry, I had no intention of getting an abortion but I was going to keep the baby.
I had no family nearby, and M offered to be with me when the baby was born. I said yes and thanked her. That felt evil, I don't deny it, but it felt great too. I was in labor for hours. I wanted to give birth naturally, no cesarian. M acted as my coach, telling me when to push and announcing with excitement when the baby's head was crowning. I had a beautiful, healthy 8 pound girl. M loved holding her and I relished my secret.
B came to the hospital to see me when M wasn't there. He was enthralled by my daughter, but seemed a little troubled. I guess even narcissistic preachers have some kind of conscience. He said this was the last time we'd see each other. I said fine, but I knew him well enough to know better.
A month later he called and gave me hell for something I did. I sent a framed 8x10 photo of me and the baby to M as a thank you g*ft for coaching me through my delivery . He said she put it on a table in the living room and he had to look at it everyday. I calmed him down, and before long we were having trysts again. He's the weakest man. Virile, but weak.
M still tries to get me to stop being a sinful slut and join her church. We go shopping together once in a while. She admires a ring I wear when I know I'm going to spend time with her. It has three tiny stones, a diamond, a topaz, and a sapphire. Those are the birthstones of my daughter, of B, and of myself. She'll never figure it out, but it makes me feel good. Let her be the clueless one now.
I learned a lot in college about other people, but mostly about myself and my own potential. I enjoyed my freedom. Along the way I had relationships with men and a few women. Nobody special though. I hadn't seen M for nine years and hoped never to see her again when one day she yells and waves at me as I was walking down the street. She was all sweetness and light, so amazed at how we ended up in the same city. She was a housewife now, married to a somewhat older man, a pastor and they had two kids. She went on about how wonderful her church was, how it was perfect for a single, lonely woman like me. Condescending and superior as ever. Just then her husband, "B" the pastor comes up and she introduces us. B was a narcissistic grifter and a hypocrite. I knew as soon as I met him. I'd had enough experience with them by then. He was attracted to me too, even though he did his best to hide it from M.
B called me less than a week after we met. We started seeing each other whenever we could. The sex was great. I knew it would be. Guys like that make bad husbands but good lovers. We used condoms except for a couple times. I wasn't on the pill. It gave me side effects, and I didn't date that often anyway. B's cock was all I needed for the time being, and the the chances of getting pregnant when you use condoms most of the time is low, so what's the worry, right?
Yeah, wrong. I missed my period, and sure enough, my doctor confirmed I was pregnant.
When my pregnancy started showing, B noticed before anybody because he could feel the tiny bump forming on my otherwise toned stomach when we made love. He was paranoid, thinking I was going to break up his family and ruin his ministry. I told him I wasn't interested in taking him away from M (I certainly didn't want a guy like him for a husband) but I intended to have the baby. Nobody need know he was the bio father. He could keep his wife and his precious church. I'd tell M I had an encounter with somebody one afternoon, and oopsie, I'm pregnant. I didn't need B's financial help either, so he didn't have to freak out about that.
M knew I spent time at the beach on weekends, so I told her this whole story I concocted about succumbing to a beach bum who was passing through town. She was like, Tsk, Tsk, that's what you get honey when you live a sinful life. She begged me not to have an abortion. She said that God doesn't make mistakes, and turns sinful behavior into blessings. She was going to set me up with an adoption agency. I told M not to worry, I had no intention of getting an abortion but I was going to keep the baby.
I had no family nearby, and M offered to be with me when the baby was born. I said yes and thanked her. That felt evil, I don't deny it, but it felt great too. I was in labor for hours. I wanted to give birth naturally, no cesarian. M acted as my coach, telling me when to push and announcing with excitement when the baby's head was crowning. I had a beautiful, healthy 8 pound girl. M loved holding her and I relished my secret.
B came to the hospital to see me when M wasn't there. He was enthralled by my daughter, but seemed a little troubled. I guess even narcissistic preachers have some kind of conscience. He said this was the last time we'd see each other. I said fine, but I knew him well enough to know better.
A month later he called and gave me hell for something I did. I sent a framed 8x10 photo of me and the baby to M as a thank you g*ft for coaching me through my delivery . He said she put it on a table in the living room and he had to look at it everyday. I calmed him down, and before long we were having trysts again. He's the weakest man. Virile, but weak.
M still tries to get me to stop being a sinful slut and join her church. We go shopping together once in a while. She admires a ring I wear when I know I'm going to spend time with her. It has three tiny stones, a diamond, a topaz, and a sapphire. Those are the birthstones of my daughter, of B, and of myself. She'll never figure it out, but it makes me feel good. Let her be the clueless one now.
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