“While You Were Sleeping”

Part 1

(I thought I should warn you that this is not a complete story.)

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Special thanks to the person who sent me the E-mail. You were the only one. This story’s for you.

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Jessie was never thrilled with the idea of her boyfriend, Adam, hanging out with his ex, Wendy. Jessie, 20, 5’6”, with dark wavy hair, big doe eyes and perky c-cup breasts (you’d swear they were too perfect to be real,) would admit she was the jealous type. But, in this case, she believed there was just cause.

Her boyfriend, Adam had grown up in England and had dated Wendy for a long time before he moved to the states a year ago. The way he told the story, he and Wendy had never really broken up. Though she was confident that Adam was satisfied, Jessie wasn’t sure Wendy was really over him. And the thought of her visit was like an itch on her brain.

Jessie sat in the nook, looking out the window of the apartment she shared with Adam. She’d dressed for jogging, but it looked like rain. So she sat and smoked instead. She was always trying to quit. But, you know, habit. She looks great in her tank top and shorts. Her figure is very shapely, not scrawny, but healthy.

A knock comes at the door. Jessie, in no hurry goes to answer it. She opens the door. On the other side is a woman she doesn’t recognize. The woman is a little taller than Jessie. She’s dressed in casual attire, t-shirt and cargo pants and carries a shoulder bag. Her pail, pink skin is a stark contrast to Jessie’s. She’s a natural beauty; Regal nose, very short brown hair.

The woman smiles, a bright beautiful smile. “Hello,” her voice rings, with a distinctly English accent. “I’m Wendy. You must be Jessie.” Jessie is a bit surprised. “Yeah, hi,” she replies. Wendy continues, “I took an earlier flight; sorry to just pop over. I thought I could meet you and then surprise Adam when he got home. I hope it’s alright.”

Jessie say’s it’s fine and shows her in, offering her a cigarette, as she happened to be holding one. “Oh, I’d love one, thank you,” replies Wendy. The two ended up sitting and smoking eventually opening some tequila. Wendy could drink. She downed three shots to Jessie’s two.

A half hour later, the pair is still lounging about the apartment eating a pizza they’d ordered and smoking like chimneys. Jessie was surprised at how well she was getting along with Wendy. She could really see them becoming friends.

Jessie’s eyes flutter open. Some time has passed. She’d been asleep on the couch. “What time is it?” she wonders. She stands, feeling the tequila from he day before and she staggers toward the bedroom. He tales of her tank top and sports braw on her way down the hall, ready for a shower. She’s about to toss them in the hamper near the bathroom, when she notices a pink bra. Definitely not hers. Only now does she remember Wendy. Jessie knocks on the bathroom door. “Wendy?” she calls softly. She waits, with no answer. She opens the door, but finds nothing but some of Adam’s clothes, on the floor.

A horrible look of realization grips Jessie’s face. She heads to the bedroom slowly, dreading what she may find. She turns the knob and enters. There, in their bed, lay Adam and Wendy, sleeping, in a nude embrace. Jessie SCREAMS!!! Adam and Wendy are startled awake. Adam looks at Jessie then turns to see Wendy beside him, before snapping his gaze back to Jessie. “Jessie! What, I. I didn’t know… I thought it was you.” Wendy, also frantic, says “Oh, my god.” Jessie twitches with rage as she looks back and forth between them. She storms out as Adam races after her.

Adam explains as best he cam that he mistook Wendy for Jessie, but Jessie’s not listening. As they reach the door to exit the apartment Jessie tells Adam to “Get out!” “What,” Adam says. “Get out! I need to think. Get out.” Adam, though naked, doesn’t argue. Jessie mercifully tosses a pair of his jeans outside before closing and locking the door. Jessie falls back on the couch, then hunches over with her head in her hands. She stays that way for some time.

Before long, she hears a voice. Jessie looks up to see Wendy, still nude, standing before her, looking unshaken. “What?” Jessie asks in a whisper. “Guess he made his choice, huh?” say’s Wendy coldly. “What did you say?!” Jessie says in disbelief. “He’s made his choice,” Wendy repeats, “He’s mine again.”

Jessie is outraged. “Are you insane! Get the hell out of here!” she shouts. “Yes,” replies Wendy, “wouldn’t want to keep Adam waiting.” At that, Jessie flies at Wendy arms outreached. They tumble backwards to the floor in a heap of limbs. “You crazy bitch!” yells Jessie. “I’m gonna, fucking tear you apart!” They struggle a bit, before Wendy sends a hard right across Jessie’s face. The blow is stunning and dazes Jessie a bit. Wendy plants both feet into Jessie’s chest and pushes her off with great force.

Jessie tumbles back falling awkwardly. She lands hard on her but sending a shock up through her spine. Jessie’s nude breast bounce and sway from the impact. As she stands Adam can be heard banging on the door and calling out. Wendy answers, in a mock frantic tone, “Help, Adam! She’s crazy!” Looking at Jessie with evil eyes she continues, “No! I’m sorry! It was a mistake!” Wendy advances on the bewildered Jessie, stomping down on her stomach. Jessie feels the air leave her body as she curls into a protective ball.

Adam slams against the door, but it is to sturdy and well bolted. He takes off for help. Meanwhile, Wendy stomps on viciously on Jessie’s body. Sending her heal down, like a hammer, onto Jessie’s hip, legs and upper-body. Wendy straddles the writhing form of Jessie, pinning her arms at her sides with her milky white thighs. Wendy leans in toward Jessie as she struggles for freedom. Wendy rubs her hands across Jessie’s breast speaking softly. “I’ll bet Adam had some fun with these.” “You bitch!” Jessie yells, still struggling.

Wendy’s face tightens with strain as she squeezes and twists Jessie’s breasts in her hands. Jessie SQUEALS in pain as she thrashes for freedom. Wendy is enjoying herself. She mocks Jessie as her hands manipulate her soft flesh. Jessie claws at the back of Wendy’s thighs in counter attack. But, Wendy raises quickly slamming her naked ass down on Jessie’s stomach, knocking her wind out once again. Jessie is weakened. Wendy focuses her assault on Jessie’s nipples, twisting and pulling with relish, as Jessie cries in agony.

Wendy relents, placing her hands on her hips. After a moment, she frees Jessie and steps back. Jessie covers up and scuttles away from her attacker, still shaky. Wendy scoffs and strides forward, arms akimbo. Jessie has backed herself against the wall and braces herself against it as she struggles upward to a standing position. “Good,” beams Wendy, “I was hoping we weren’t finished.” She leans forward, pointing to her own jaw. “C’mon,” she taunts, “give me you best… UHHHHHGgggg!!!” Wendy would have said shot, if Jessie hadn’t kicked her square in the pussy. Wendy’s knees buckle and she sinks to the floor, her hands folded over her throbbing cunt.

Jessie take’s Wendy up on her offer. She grabs a hand full of Wendy’s short hair, tugging her head back. She cocks back her fist and plants a whopper on her jaw. Wendy falls like a tree, rolling on her back. She tries to stand, but she’s seeing three Jessie’s, all of whom are pissed off.

-Part 2’s on the way… Thanks for reading. Of course, you could always just use you imagination. Suggestions are welcomed.-

-Haymaker-