“I’m going to kill you, bitch! When I get loose, ahhhhk!” he screamed as I found the nerve in his shoulder that Cassidy had shown me.
He was suddenly focused on me and breathing hard. Cold hate was simply radiating from him. Meanwhile, Brook had gotten her phone out and was recording us.
“Is Lydia aware that you prey on underage girls? Is this something you do often?” I asked.
“Screw you! She was old enough. She just needed a real man to show her a good time. Lydia is lucky to have me. Plus, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Ken said, and then sneered at me. “Brook said she’d get you to show me how a real man has sex. I’d like to see how a high school kid thinks he could outdo me. I dare you. You know you’ll never measure up.”
I put the tape back over his mouth. I’d heard enough. I got out my phone and called Paige.
“Hey, it’s David Dawson. Can you give me Lydia’s number?” I asked.
“That’s rude. You call me for another girl’s phone number?” Paige said.
“Something happened to Ken. I need to talk to her.”
“Is he okay?”
“Yeah, he’s fine. Can you get me her number?” I asked.
She did. I had a thought before calling Lydia. I pulled Brook out to the living room to discuss my idea before making the call. I really didn’t want my first time with Brook to be revenge sex. That was if we ever really did get together. I also didn’t think it would really bother Ken if I did have sex with her in front of him. He might get off on it.
I did have one major concern, though.
“Did Ken willingly allow you to tie him up?” I asked.
“Yes, he did, and he took his own clothes off. He thought it’d be hot to see Tracy and I have sex together, but I told him that we didn’t trust him to stay in the chair. Tracy will back me up on that,” Brook said.
“I hope so. If Ken becomes a problem later, you two better have your stories straight.”
I then explained my plan to Brook. I think she was relieved she wouldn’t be the center of the show. I wasn’t even sure there would be one. I hadn’t talked to Lydia yet to see if she wanted that kind of revenge. If she did, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could do it. Okay, I was ninety percent there. Lydia was hot, and I would have to be sure they were through before doing anything.
“Lydia?” I asked.
“Paige said you’d call. What’s going on with Ken?” she asked.
I told her the whole story and had Brook send her a text with the video attached. Thirty minutes later, Lydia, Paige, and two other girls showed up. I pointed to the bedroom. Of course, none of us were going to miss this. When Ken saw Lydia, the color in his face drained away. She ripped the tape off his mouth.
“Babe, it’s not what you think. Untie me, and we can go somewhere and talk,” Ken reasoned.
Somehow, I felt he had practice at calming down irate girlfriends.
“Why are you tied up and naked?” Lydia asked.
“You know how girls are attracted to me. Sometimes I have to let them get a little ‘Ken action’ to calm them down. Help me out with this, Lauren,” Ken pleaded.
Everyone turned to the girl standing next to me. Lydia’s eyes locked on her sorority sister and I felt the girl tremble. Lydia was someone I wouldn’t want to mess with.
“Yeah, Lauren, help him out,” Lydia said.
The girl stumbled, and I grabbed her.
“I’m going to be sick,” she announced.
Brook pointed to the bathroom, and I stepped back. There was no way I wanted to be anywhere near Lauren when she barfed, or I would join her.
Lydia kicked us all out of the room and slammed the door. By the sound of things, it didn’t seem like she was buying Ken’s bullshit. Then it escalated.
“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Lydia screamed, and we heard what sounded like a slap or a punch and someone falling to the floor.
I was afraid Ken had gotten loose and slugged her, so I burst into the room to stop him. What I saw instead was Lydia shaking her hand. It appeared that she’d punched him in the nose, if all the blood was any indication. I went over, picked up Ken and the chair, and sat them back up. While I did that, Lydia had gone to her sorority sisters, except for Lauren, and they were all comforting her. Brook brought me a washcloth, and I tried to get the bleeding to stop. When he was finally cleaned up, I joined them in the living room.
“I’m going to cut Ken loose,” I told them. “I might have to beat his butt if he gets out of hand.”
“No!” Lydia said. “I want you to do what Brook planned, but with me.”
She could see I wasn’t going to do it.
“If it isn’t you, then I’ll find someone else. He’ll never learn his lesson, and the next girl might be hurt worse. She might not find out until they’re married, with kids. Ken has to know there are consequences to his actions,” Lydia said.
“Think about it before you do something like this,” I warned.
Lydia locked eyes with me as she began to take her clothes off. She had long curly brown hair that hung halfway down her back. She was cute, but her mouth was a bit too wide to make her more than pretty. Lydia was also only a little over five feet tall. When she was down to her bra and panties, I was sold. She had been hiding a solid ‘C’ cup that was nothing short of amazing on her small frame.
What tipped the scale was remembering my commitment to try new things. If I thought that Ken and Lydia had a chance to get back together, I would never do it. It was clear from her determination that she wanted to do this. Frankly, I had minimal sympathy for Ken. I stripped down to my boxers, which might have been a mistake in a room full of college girls.
“Lydia, no! Not with him,” Ken began, but Lydia had heard enough and taped his mouth shut.
I had Lydia strip off her underwear and lay on her stomach on the bed. I gave her a massage, knowing she’d be tense.
“Oh Dear God!” she cried out as I gave her the first orgasm.
Ken’s whimpers had become pitiful. I put on a condom and took Lydia from behind on her stomach. Damn, she was tight, and she was an active, adventurous lover. A brief thought occurred to me: why would Ken ever cheat on Lydia? If I had her as my girlfriend, I would never stray. She was vocal and told me what she liked. When I got close, I warned her.
“Do it in my mouth! I want to taste you,” Lydia demanded.
I jerked out of her and tore off the condom. I then presented my bobbing member to her, and Lydia grasped me and stroked me with me pointed at her mouth. I bellowed as I unloaded what seemed like a week’s worth. Lydia got out of the bed, walked up to Ken, and then opened her mouth to show him. She then spit it in his face. I recoiled when I saw the mess had splattered all over his face and began to drip onto his chest. Ken wore a look of horror that would be etched into my memory forever.
“You got your wish: you got to see a real man have sex,” she hissed, and then grabbed Ken’s face to make him look at me. “David’s still hard, and his is bigger than yours. After being with him, I would never come back to you.”
All the fight had gone out of him. Lydia marched out of the bedroom with her bra and panties in her hand. I put on my boxers and then let Ken go. He went into the bathroom to clean up.
I reflected on what I’d just done and wasn’t proud of myself. Just because something was new or different didn’t mean I had to participate in it. No matter how I justified it, no matter how much of a dick Ken had been, I’d still hurt someone when I didn’t have to. That wasn’t the guy I wanted to become. I went into the bathroom to find Ken staring at the mirror.
“I suppose you’re here to gloat,” he said in an almost dead voice.
“No. I came to apologize. I should never have done that.”
He looked at me and could see I was sincere. The scowl on his face softened.
“I deserved it. I would have done the same if I were in your shoes,” Ken said.
Somehow that made me feel worse. I never wanted to become a Ken.