A Dish Best Served Cold or Bryan’s Revenge

A Dish Best Served Cold or Bryan’s Revenge
(The sequel to Spring Break Broke My Heart)
By rutger5 (An Original Story – Copyright 2012)



My bleary eyes stared at the computer screen as I watched some Asian girl expertly sucking some guy’s cock. The moans sounded tinny to my ears though that was due more to the video’s poor production values than my sound system.


For the past sixty hours since arriving from my family’s vacation cabin I’d alternated wracking my brain trying to think of how to get revenge with watching a lot of porn. Now before criticizing me for watching porn let me explain why I was doing it. Like most nineteen year olds sex was always on my mind whether I wanted to think about it or not. But ever since witnessing my scumbag father and his no good friends gangbanging my friend Courtney when I now thought of sex the images from that night came back to me. Since before that I’d had major feelings for her every time I remembered it was like a dagger to my heart.


So in order to drive those images from my mind I was watching porn instead while making sure none of the women looked anything like Courtney. It was far from a perfect solution especially since in order for me to think about revenge the reason why I was seeking it would pop up and I’d think of Courtney. So I’d watch more porn to drive the memory away. A real catch 22.


It didn’t help that I was surviving the last couple of days on beer and delivery fast food either with a little bit of Mary Jane to take the edge off if I got too drunk. I also had to turn my cell phone off as both Courtney and my mother had tried to contact me repeatedly and I didn’t want to speak with either of them but for completely different reasons.


In regards to Courtney there was just nothing left to say. She’d broken my heart and killed our friendship and like Humpty Dumpty there was no putting it back together again. If I kept ignoring her she’d finally have to accept it I hoped.


As far as my mother went I just couldn’t speak to her until I could figure out what to say and how to let her know the truth. How do you tell someone ‘Mom, by the way that night we stayed at the lake house Dad and his friends had a good old time with Courtney if you catch my meaning. So not only did she hurt me but she betrayed you as well after you welcomed her into your home. Not as bad as Dad did, of course’.


So instead like a coward I stayed hidden in my dorm room with my phone shut off. But no matter how much I thought about it inspiration still eluded me. The only idea I could think of was to show the pictures I’d taken of my dad’s friends having sex with Courtney to their wives. Not particularly original and in spite of wanting nothing further to do with Courtney I didn’t wish to expose her in such a way.


However it seemed I had no choice but to do so. Since I was unable to come up with a better plan or even another plan at all. So I downloaded the video I’d made that night from my smart phone to my computer. Once there I was able to take screen shots from the video and edit them so either Courtney’s face wasn’t showing or blur it in the case of Harry Peyser. Since he had only received oral sex from her there wasn’t any way for me to show him having sex without her face being there. Then I uploaded the edited pics to my phone and I was set.


First I showered as I was really starting to reek and after shaving and dressing I was ready to go. It was now early Wednesday morning and it was time to act. As soon as I’d left the building and began heading toward where my car was parked I saw her. She must have had the place staked out or been remarkably lucky as I had barely been outside since getting back. Putting my head down I hurried forward but she was able to intercept me before I could reach my vehicle.


“Bryan please, can’t I talk with you for a minute?” I heard her ask as she struggled to catch up with me.


Without slowing my pace or actually looking at her I replied “There really isn’t anything for us to talk about anymore. I said my piece the other day and nothing’s changed since then.”


“I know I hurt you Bryan and I hate myself for that…”


“Whatever but we both know I had no claim on you. You’re free to do what you want, when you want, with who you want. Only thing maybe is if you’re going to fuck a married man its probably best not to do when his wife is in the same house. Kinda fucking rude, you know?”


“I know I deserve that and more” she answered with a sob as I fumbled in my pocket now that I’d reached the car “but if I can explain just a little…”


“No you can’t, at least not to me” I told her as I unlocked the door and got into the car.


“So that’s it Bryan, its over, even us being friends?”


“Well” I said starting the car “you have a funny way of acting toward your friends I must say. No doubt we’ll see each other in class.”


With where she was standing right next to my car I was unable to drive off so reluctantly I looked up at her and instantly regretted it. Despite her green eyes being red as tears rolled from them I was as always struck by how beautiful she was and somehow her misery made her even more so in a vulnerable sort of way.


“Please Bryan I see you’re not ready to talk now and maybe you never will be and it’s all my fault and I have to live with that. But just do one thing for me please if you can. When you’re able to, just read this letter I wrote to you, that’s all I ask.”


She produced an envelope in her dainty hand and held it by the window and I could see my name written on it in her flowery script. Taking it from her I tossed it onto the passenger seat.


“I’m not making any promises but maybe. Now please step away from the car because I have things I have to do.”


“Okay Bryan” she said in a sad and resigned voice before turning and walking away slowly.


Fuck!