An unexpected seduction 3

The next time Amy woke up, she was alone in bed. The room was quiet, and somebody had pulled a blanket over her. Her body was deliciously sore and sated, but she would definitely need a day or two to recover before she had sex again. The double penetration had left her feeling weak and stiff, and she wanted nothing more than a long soak in her own bathtub, the room lit with candles and the smell of bath salts scenting the air.

She got out of bed gingerly, wincing as the movement brought on searing pain through her lower body. Those two men had really worked her over, and as good as it had felt at the time, she needed some pain meds now.
She felt uncomfortable to be alone in Jack’s room; the stillness in the air telling her she was probably alone in his apartment. She wondered for a second where her two lovers had gone, but a small part of her was relieved that she didn’t need to face them again right away. She was overwhelmed by what had happened and she needed a few hours to herself.
She glanced at the scraps of fabric she’d had on when she first knocked on Jack’s door, but she couldn’t face the body twisting and wiggling it required to be put on. Besides, it revealed more than it covered.
She opted for Jack’s bathrobe instead, and walked as quickly as her sore body permitted back to her own apartment. The building they lived on had only two apartments on each floor, so she wasn’t concerned about being seen by anybody as she took the short walk of shame across the carpeted hallway.

She took the bath, wisely leaving the salt out of the water opting to add a few drops of essential lavender oil instead, knowing it was a natural disinfectant. The water felt like silk against her body, and she moaned with the relief as the steam and the comfort started to relax her muscles. She lay there until the water cooled and then took the luxury of adding more hot water. Eventually she got out and went to her bedroom to get dressed in her oldest, softest t-shirt and sweatpants. She crawled under an old knitted afghan with a book and a cup of hot chocolate with the vague desire to escape her thoughts. What was going to happen next? Was she going to see Jack and Bobby again, or was this a one-night stand thing for them?
The thought disturbed her, sending a vague ache through her heart. After discovering how great sex could be, she couldn’t imagine going back to the pre-Bobby celibacy.
There was a sudden sound outside her door, and then the thundering of fists against the wood. She got up slowly, still sore enough to avoid sudden movements.
“What the hell, woman?” Bobby demanded when she opened it. He was standing with his hand still raised, and Jack was behind him looking vaguely amused. “Why are you not in bed where we left you?”
She stared at him with amazement.
“I woke up,” she said. “And I wanted a bath. I’m pretty sore.”

He pushed past her, thrusting a bottle of pills into her hands. “Thought you might be. That’s why we left, to go buy you some decent pain meds.” He folded her carefully in his arms. “Please don’t disappear like that again,” he said. “It scared the crap out of me to get back and find you gone.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I was just a bit… overwhelmed.”
“I know, baby. Come on, you need to eat something again so you can take the pills. They’re pretty strong.”
She hesitated. “I don’t take pills from men,” she said. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just a thing I have.”
Bobby stared at her a long time, his eyes searching her face.
“Why?” he asked finally.

She shrugged. “I don’t really like to talk about it. But you deserve to know that I was date-raped three years ago, and I woke up the next morning with almost no idea what had happened. But ever since that happened I’ve been really scared of taking medication if I’m not hundred percent sure about what it is.”
“These are the same pills I take after a wild session,” Jack began, but Bobby stopped him with a look.
“It’s ok, baby,” he said, his hand rubbing her back. “We’ll take care of you without pharmaceutical drugs. You’ve had a long bath?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now let’s get you something to eat and then I want you to go get in bed. Your body will need a lot of sleep to heal itself.”
“So last night was your first time since that night?” Jack said as he followed them to the kitchen. She nodded, almost shyly.
“Yes, I haven’t had the courage to… look, there’s something you should know. You know Elizabeth and I get along pretty well, right? We’ve been friends since college. I never told anybody about the date-rape. She… Please don’t get mad at her or at me, but she asked me to try to seduce you. She thinks you’re completely gay. That’s why I came to your door wearing that ridiculous outfit.”
“What did she promise you if you went through with it?”
“Front-row tickets to a concert I’m dying to go to. I know it sounds like I was whoring myself out, but I convinced myself to give it a shot because I knew it was time I stopped hiding behind what had happened to me and start to live again. Her offer was just the starting point for me. I wasn’t going to take the tickets.”
Bobby looked at Jack, and she could sense the anger in him.

“If I ever find the fucker who did that to you, I’ll kill him with my bare hands,” he said calmly. “Honey, we have something to tell you too. Will you listen me out before you get angry?”
She blinked, confused. “Of course.”
Bobby sat down on one of the chairs and pulled her on his lap. Jack knelt in front of them and took her hand in his.

“Elizabeth came to us before she went to you,” he said. “Or more correctly, she came to see me. my sister knows I’m about eighty percent gay and twenty percent straight. To be honest, we’ve been in quite a few threesomes together. She wanted me to have sex with you because she thought you deserved some fun. She didn’t know why you’d been avoiding men. I asked Bobby to come over and take care of it, because I know he actually prefer women over men.”
She sat, shocked, hurt, and disappointed. “So I was a pity-fuck?” she asked in a low voice. “You were just screwing me because your sister asked you to?”
“It wasn’t like that,” Bobby said. “I know it sounds that way, but I swear, when I saw you standing there wearing those heels, I forgot all about why you were there in the first place. I was attracted to you immediately.”
She stood up, pushing his arms off her body. Then she turned and looked at them. “Three years ago somebody date-raped my body,” she said. “The three of you just date-raped my soul.”
“I don’t understand why you’re so angry,” Jack said slowly. “You were there for sex, weren’t you? And that’s exactly what you got.”

“I was there because I needed to prove to myself that I can be desirable. Neither of you know what it feels like to be terrified of the idea of opening up to somebody like that. For three years, I couldn’t stand even my own fingers inside me. The idea of sex scared me to death – handing that power to somebody with no control over the outcome. And the first time I venture out of my little shell, you and your manipulating sister prove to me, once again, why I’m better of alone. The two of you lied to me, made me believe that you wanted to have sex with me for me, and now I have to find out it was never about me in the first place. I don’t need anybody’s pity – least of all yours. Now get the fuck out of my house. I don’t want to see either of you again.”
Bobby stared at her, his eyes dark. Jack had a grim line across his mouth as he pulled his friend across the room to the door. Bobby yanked his arm loose, strode over to her and cupped her face between his palms. “While you stew over some imaginary conspiracy theory, keep this in mind – I fell in love with you last night. It was instantaneous and even if Elizabeth had not paid us to make love to you, I would have been all over you.”

It was the wrong thing to say.
“She paid you? What the fuck is wrong with you people? Get out of my apartment, and stay the hell out of my life!”
She slammed the door behind her, san down onto the couch and started crying silently.

Two weeks passed, two horrible lonely weeks in which Amy fell back into her pattern of Mozart and Jane Austin and chocolates.