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For a brief moment she thought about where Margot was and about how she had no idea
that her best friend was about to fuck her boyfriend. The guilt would have ruined the sex,
so Zenna quickly distracted herself, thinking about Aubin’s naked body, wondering exactly
what his chest, his abs, and the goods would look like.

Zenna felt Aubin’s breath on her neck as he stepped behind her. His lips, then his tongue,
made their way up and down the right side of her neck, from her shoulder to her collarbone
and then behind her ear. She pressed her head back towards him, letting out a sigh. His
hands slipped the straps of her dress, one at a time, off her shoulders. The dress fell, stopping
just before revealing her nipples. Aubin’s lips moved down her back as he unzipped the
dress, allowing it to fall around her ankles. His hands cupped her breasts. He squeezed her
nipples and then moved his hands down her stomach and to her thong, the lace matching
the dress perfectly. He played with the edge of the lace before moving in front of her
and kissing her on the mouth. He directed her back to the sofa – the cold leather on her
back made her tremble. Aubin stood up and undressed in front of her, a move only a very
confident man would even dare. Aubin knelt down on the floor and spread Zenna’s legs,
using his fingers and tongue to pleasure her to the point of orgasm. Then Aubin came
inside her, moving his hips slowly back and forth. He kissed her hard on the lips, grabbed
a handful of her hair, and rode her until he came.
Zenna, drunk and exhausted, fell asleep on the sofa that night while Aubin moved to his
room to sleep in the comfort of his own bed. At first light Aubin came back to the sofa
and they screwed again. As he finished he said, “I expect you won’t say a word to Margot
– she’ll hate you forever.” Zenna had forgotten about Margot until he said her name. At
that moment everything she had done became apparent, and Zenna felt sick. She went to
put on her dress from last night, but couldn’t because the zipper was stuck. “I don’t have
anything to wear to work,” she told Aubin. “Can you wear this?” he said as brought out a
short-sleeved black dress with a small white stripe along the bottom of the skirt. “If that’s
Margot’s she’ll know something happened.” “It’s not Margot’s,” he smiled, “just another
one-time girl like you.”
Zenna had been carrying around the guilt of sleeping with Aubin for months, wanting to
tell her friend but too scared at the prospect of losing her forever. Now that Aubin had
dumped her, Zenna had felt even worse. She knew Aubin wasn’t serious about Margot
and yet she kept adding wood to the fire. She had gone through wedding magazines and
talked about kids, all knowing too well that Margot would never get the proposal she was
so desperately sure of.
Zenna wiped the tears that had fallen off her face, replacing any feelings of sadness with
anger – anger towards Aubin, but mainly towards herself. She walked into the kitchen,
seeing Margot just finishing cleaning up the pots she had thrown to the floor, and decided
then and there she would redeem herself by doing the one thing she knew would make
Margot forgive her – making Aubin, that cheating son-of-a-bitch, pay for the heart he had
broken.