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Jackie waits inside of her car, banging her head against the steering wheel. It’s bad enough that Jeff had to dump her for some brunette chick. But he decided to toss Jackie aside at his own party that he invited her to, the party he was holding before the Yellowjackets planned to leave for Nationals.
Before this moment, Jackie was keen on preparing herself for the big games. She’d memorized different positions and tactics to help her team secure the gold. She wanted to ensure she was the best coach she could possibly be for her teammates. Jackie may not be the best soccer player on the team, but she had the charisma to woo her friends over and get them to bow to her influence.
Now Jackie was a nervous wreck. She was obsessing over her appearance in the mirror, pondering if she wasn’t pretty enough to be Jeff’s suitor any longer. They were always regarded as the ‘golden couple,’ both of them with the movie stars looks. Well, more so Jackie’s end. Jeff’s breathtaking features were debatable according to some, especially Shauna.
Speaking of Shauna, Jackie sighs in relief as her friend finally approaches the car. Jackie was originally going to have Jeff drive her home, but she’s glad she planned ahead for improvisation in case something occurred. Such as getting dumped by your stupid jock boyfriend.
Jackie unlocks the car door and leans back in her seat, exhaling loudly like she wants to draw attention to herself. Shauna doesn’t even have to inquire what the matter is. She sees that look on Jackie’s face and she can read her in an instant. Besides, she notices the distance Jeff is keeping from her, seemingly on purpose. Shauna understands why and Jackie has to grab her on the arm so she doesn’t burst out of the car and start a fight.
”I know what you’re gonna say-“
”I told you so.”
”Yup.” Jackie nods. There it is.
“I’ve warned you before though, Jax. I told you he wasn’t good for you. But, what do you do? You don’t listen to me. As per usual.”
Jackie listens for once and doesn’t interject.
”You know, I don’t just tell you things to piss you off, Jax. I’m trying to help you so you don’t get your heart ripped out. Now the guy’s gone and found himself another girl. Are you gonna mope around in your car all day, even though we could’ve predicted this from a mile away?”
”I couldn’t predict it,” Jackie replies softly. “J-Jeff…he was a good guy. He looked out for me.”
”That’s bullshit. That’s bullshit, Jax. At the last party he went to, you nearly slapped him upside the head because he tried to grab the ass of some girl at the party.”
”That’s different. He was drunk, okay? He wasn’t thinking straight.”
”And neither were you when you picked out a boyfriend,” Shauna states bluntly.
”Okay, that’s harsh.”
”It’s true, Jax. Couldn’t be more true. There was that incident at the party. And then there was another incident where Jeff got in trouble because he was passing notes in class and you were freaking out because he was passing notes to girls with hearts on them.”
”Yeah, but it turned out to be a false alarm!”
”Bullshit, Jackie. No it wasn’t. Who told you it was?”
”He…Jeff did. He said he was passing notes for a project to that girl. She was working with him. The teacher assigned them.”
“You don’t know that,” Shauna says, scratching her nose. “He could’ve made that up on the spot when you realized. That’s my thing. You can’t trust this guy, Jax. He’s been bad news since the beginning. He’s a moron. There’s a reason why he hangs out with Randy Walsh.”
That gets a laugh out of Jackie.
”You mean the Pope Guy?”
”Yeah, that guy.”
“The Pope Guy might be too generous of a nickname,” Jackie jokes. “I mean, that makes him sound noble or something. Maybe like a scholar. And we all know Randy Walsh is….”
“….not the…”
“…smartest guy out there. I think you hate him more than I do, Shipman.”
“Still scarred from when he tried to flirt with me 20 minutes ago,” Shauna reminds. “He’s not my type and I thought I made it pretty clear that I’m not his.”
“Maybe not clear enough. Hey, maybe you and Randy can become the next new it-couple at this school. Unexpected pair, huh?”
“I’d rather drown in my own vomit,” Shauna respond sharply.
“Me too.” Jackie’s smile disappears for a moment. The reality sets back in. She’s without a man, without a companion. Okay, so she has Shauna. But Jackie’s never viewed Shauna in a romantic sense. They were supposed to be friends, right? Two people like them dating was something unheard of, something foreign. And Jackie didn’t welcome those feelings. Maybe she could do without a romantic partner for a while. She’s had her fill of a love life after Jeff. Jackie starts sobbing and Shauna instinctively reaches out her arms so she can embrace Jackie in her lap. She rocks Jackie back and forth, bouncing her until her tears settle down to sniffles.
Jackie wipes her nose and Shauna’s jean jacket is drenched with Jackie’s melancholy. But, it isn’t a bother to her. She adores being up close and personal with Jackie. It’s been ages since they got to have some sort of intimate moment together. After all, Jackie always had some excuse to cancel plans on Shauna once she obtained a boyfriend.
Shauna always felt like she was living in the couple’s shadow. She wasn’t a best friend, merely a second option in case Jeff was occupied with god knows what. And Jackie never created plans anymore. Shauna was always the one arranging plans and little dates for the two girls to go on. Shauna even prepared herself prior for any excuses Jackie would hurl her way. If Shauna suspected that Jackie would cancel on their plans due to feeling overwhelmed, Shauna would purposefully pick out a place that was private and not overcrowded so that Jackie wouldn’t have a good reason not to attend. If Shauna thought Jackie would complain about how far the place is from their houses, Shauna would choose a spot that was frighteningly close to Jackie’s home. But no matter how much preparation Shauna did prior, Jackie always outsmarted her.
Jackie was stuck onto that boy like glue. Shauna couldn’t pry her off. Jackie was stapled to Jeff’s side twenty four seven and Shauna fretted that things wouldn’t ever be the same as they were in elementary school. She craved their close proximity. She desired to touch Jackie for a long period of time, to interlock hands while walking down the sidewalk, to hug each other while sitting on a park bench.
As malicious as it sounded, Shauna couldn’t deny her elation upon hearing the news of Jeff kicking Jackie to the curb. She finally had her girl back. She could finally show Jackie what a real companion is like. She could show Jackie what she was missing out on. She could do various things to help Jackie get over her idiotic man. She could—
“Shauna, hello? Earth to Shauna? Are you there?”
Yes, she was there. Frankly, Shauna hadn’t ever been more present in her life.
”I’m here Jax,” Shauna whispers into Jackie’s trembling form, like a baby cow that’d been waiting for slaughter. “I got you. I got you. Shhhh, it’s okay, Jax. I’m right here.”
”Thanks,” Jackie mumbles. “I know it’s not easy to push this all onto you, but I could really use some support. I-I…I didn’t think it would hurt me this badly.”
”Because he’s a piece of shit. He’s a fucking asshole. He’s probably been waiting to dump you for ages and finally got around to it when he figured he could replace you easily.”
Jackie’s eyes widen like saucers.
”Y-You think he was already planning on dumping me? For how long? Oh my god, for how long?”
”I don’t know, Jax. But it is a bit out of the blue. There’s no way he wasn’t contemplating this a little bit.”
Jackie desperately clings onto Shauna’s short jacket. “Shauna, do you think he dumped me because I’m ugly? Do you think it’s what I wore to the party? I really wanted to look good for him tonight. I really did. Please, I really did…”
“No, no. You dressed well for him, Jax. But you should be dressing for yourself-“
”It’s totally my looks.” Jackie panics, searching for where she dropped her makeup in the car. “I…I…he doesn’t think that…”
”Okay, now you’re overthinking. I don’t think it had anything to do with your looks, Jax.”
”Am I not pretty enough for him? Shauna, you gotta be honest with me! Did I look like shit? Did I look like dog shit? You gotta help. Shauna, Shauna, please.”
“You looked fine.” Shauna rubs Jackie’s shoulders. “How many times do I gotta tell you that the problem is with him and not you? You didn’t cause this. He brought this on himself because that’s what douchebags do.”
”Shauna, I need my brush. Where’s my brush? Where’s my palette for my blush? Where did I drop it?”
”You don’t need your stupid palette, Jax. Look at me. Look at me.”
But Jackie wasn’t looking at her. She was fully freaking out, convincing herself that it was her appearance that broke the straw on the camel’s back.
Shauna’s losing her patience. She’s watching Jackie flip out, helpless on how to assist her. Jackie’s scrambling around, scavenging for any reassurance that her beauty is still intact. Yet, she can’t find any of the tools she desires to ensure her beauty is undying. There’s no makeup brush or palette in sight. And the more Jackie overreacts, the more agitated Shauna gets.
Then, the sound of a slap travels through the air. There’s brief silence. Jackie clutches at her reddening cheek while Shauna stares at her own palm in horror. Did she…no, that can’t be right. Shauna glances at her hand and then back at Jackie who is now cowering in her seat. Shauna looks back at her hand again. Then back at a fearful Jackie curled up into a ball.
”Jax…I didn’t mean to…”
Jackie covers her cheek, barely holding eye contact with Shauna.
”Jax, look at me. I’m so sorry. Fuck, fuck. Fuck, fuck. I’m sorry, please look at me.”
Jackie obeys Shauna’s polite orders and meets her gaze. Jackie squishes her cheek, wincing at the burning sensation.
”Jax, you know I’d never hurt you. Come on, please. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I…I…”
Shauna witnesses Jackie going through the five stages of grief. Well, for Jackie, each stage isn’t following its exact order. First comes the depression for her, the scouting backwards and averted gazes when Shauna addresses her. And when Jackie does manage to find Shauna’s eyes, it’s out of reluctance and submission rather than free will.
And then Jackie skips right to the acceptance stage, which is peculiar. Actually, Shauna isn’t certain if her friend is accepting the pain she was dealt or if she’s gone completely dazed. Jackie’s disoriented, her mind in a cage on another planet. She stares at Shauna with the blankest expression. There’s nothing behind those eyes aside from neutrality. Jackie’s uncaring, but perhaps not unfeeling.
To be honest, Jackie’s facial expressions were a mystery for Shauna to read. She couldn’t decide if Jackie was apathetic or perplexed.
“Jax, did you just disassociate?”
If Shauna shook Jackie’s head right now, it would rattle. Her brain’s disappeared like she just received a homemade lobotomy. Second by second, Shauna grows more regretful of the slap and wishes she had the restraint. She wishes she could love without using her hands and fists. She wishes she could express her love without someone getting hurt in the process.
Jackie’s an angel. If Shauna pulled this crap with Taissa or Nat, she would’ve had to defend herself from oncoming punches. Rightfully so.
”It’s just me. It’s just me, yeah?”
Yeah, it was just Shauna. The person who initiated the slap.
”What—wha—what happened, S-Shipman?”
Shauna cocks her head to the side. Did Jackie completely tune out the noise of Shauna’s smack? Was she even on Planet Earth?
“You…accidentally hit your head on the seat,” Shauna fibs. “Be more careful next time. You could’ve hurt yourself badly.”
”I did?” Jackie blinks. “Oh, my bad. I must’ve just…I don’t know.”
”Are you calmer now, Jackie?”
”I’m not sure. Shauna, can we just go home?”
”I don’t want you to go home upset,” Shauna asserts. “I don’t want you heading home with that loser on your mind. Just stay with me until I help you feel better.”
”Maybe going home will help me feel better,” Jackie sniffles and slouches in her seat, far removed from her former ball position.
”I don’t think so, Jax. I think you need to stay here with me.”
”Stay here with you?” Jackie repeats.
“Is there anybody else who’s going to bother comforting you right now? Like I am?”
Jackie shakes her head, even though the answer is unclear.
”That’s what I thought.”
Jackie mimics Shauna’s movements and also sits upright, leaving her slouch to rest.
”Shauna.”
”Jackie.”
Jackie almost gasps at Shauna using her full name. “Look, I need you to be honest with me. Like super honest. Like best friend honest.”
”I’m willing to hear you out, Jax. But what’s the deal? What are we discussing, hm? It depends.”
”Shauna, am I ugly?”
Shauna almost rolls her eyes at the question. Jackie’s literally cheerleader pretty, first girl to die in a horror movie pretty. Yet, she’s got the gall to ask such a frivolous question. It makes Shauna want to smack her again.
“What do you fucking think, Jackie?”
”I think I am. Like 100%. If I was prettier, Jeff wouldn’t have left me.”
”Can I be the one to ask a question now?”
”Yeah, sure. Go on, Shipman.”
”Are you a fucking idiot, Jax? Are you a goddamn moron?”
”N-No? Why are you being so mean to me?”
”Don’t get so defensive.” Shauna swats Jackie’s arm roughly. “You asked me to be honest and I’m giving my honest opinion. You may not be ugly, but you’re acting ugly. I think Jeff had more reasons to dump you aside from your hair not being perfect.”
Jackie’s lip quivers. “W-What?”
”Look at you, Jax. You’re self centered. You melt down over your image and you act naive when you’re confronted with it. You are really fucking self centered, Jax. It explains why you think you’re ugly. You’re just ugly in the wrong parts.”
Jackie’s an inch away from bursting into tears again. Her eyes well up with liquid and her hands shiver. “I-I—why would you say-“
”Say that?” Shauna leans forward. “Why would I say that? I don’t know, Jax. How about all the date nights you canceled with me to hang out with your stupid fucking boyfriend? How about all the time you spent with that asshole instead of spending time with your best friend who supported you from the beginning? Ever thought of that, Jax?”
”S-Shauna…” Jackie’s back to trembling. “I know I wasn’t always g-good with balancing you g-guys, but that doesn’t m-mean that I didn’t care…about you. I-I know I should’ve balanced better, but…I-I didn’t.”
”And you made me feel like shit in the process. Want to talk about feeling ugly, Jax? I felt fucking ugly. Me. I felt like shit on the sidewalk. You excluded me from everything!”
”Shauna, don’t yell,” Jackie whimpers. “P-Please, stop yelling.”
”Oh, you don’t like yelling?” Shauna pokes Jackie in the ribs. “Yelling isn’t fun? You know what else isn’t fun though? Being your fucking second option. That isn’t fun either, Jax. You treated me like shit.”
”I-I thought you wanted to comfort me,” Jackie blubbers. “T-Thought we were going to work this out.”
”Comfort you?” Shauna roars. “Comfort you? You know who’s the one that really needs some comfort right now? Me. I deserve that comfort. This is fucking revenge for me, Jackie. This is me taking back for all the fucking times that you missed out on our special time. All the times you traded me for Jeff, all the ways you made him laugh when I should’ve been the one chuckling.”
”S-So sorry Shauna,” Jackie whines. “I-I’m sorry, please don’t get mad.”
”Too fucking late. I’m already pissed the fuck off. So, do you know what we’re going to do about it, Jax?”
Jackie sways in her seat. She taps her finger on her knee, tears crawling down the side of her face.
”Take it off, Jax.”
”Take what off?” Jackie inquires skittishly.
”Your skirt, Jax. Remove it.”
Jackie jolts back in her seat. “Why? Why, Shauna?”
”Because I’m going to make you feel beautiful.”
Jackie’s got a massive lump in her throat that she can’t swallow.
”You don’t want to be ugly anymore, right? I’m gonna help you feel pretty.”
Jackie’s not in agreement with the madness. But, she fears punishment if she doesn’t comply with Shauna’s orders. The latter has daggers in her eyes.
”Don’t you want to feel pretty, Jax?”
Jackie nods.
”Then, just take off your skirt. It’ll be okay. Do it for me, Jax. Take it off.”
Jackie slowly reaches for the hem of her skirt. In a matter that’s unintentionally teasing, she gingerly pulls down the article of clothing. What’s revealed is a pair of pink lace panties with a miniature bow on them.
“Did you wear these for Jeff?”
Of course not. What a ridiculous assumption. But, Jackie’s tongue isn’t that dauntless yet.
”N-No.”
”You wore them for me, then?”
No, that’s not what Jackie meant either. She didn’t wear them for anybody. She picked them out for herself. Jackie put no thought into her underwear choice because she didn’t assume anyone would get a peek tonight.
Why would anybody get to view Jackie’s underwear? Why was she being so compliant? What were Shauna’s motives for doing this? She mentioned revenge, but this crossed boundaries, even on a revenge plot’s terms.
”You’re clean shaven too,” Shauna hums. “I can tell. No bush hiding under your underwear. Fuck, can’t wait to strip you fucking down, Jax.”
”S-Shauna wait,” Jackie hesitates, but her plea is interrupted by a smack to the inner thigh.
”Your underwear’s gotta come down too, Jackie. I want to see all of you.”
”S-Shauna, if you’re mad at me-“
”Doesn’t matter if I’m mad at you or not.” Shauna delivers another smack to Jackie’s smooth skin. “Just do as I say. Underwear. Off.”
”I’m sorry Shauna,” Jackie attempts to reason. “Whatever I did to upset you, I’m really sorry.”
”You don’t need to upset me any longer if you do as I say.” Shauna’s tone is authoritarian, leaving no room for bargaining.
”Shauna, what if you think I look ugly?” Even in such a dire moment, Jackie’s still concerned she’ll be shunned for her appearance. That she won’t look pleasing enough to the lustful eye, that she won’t satisfy the cravings of her friend who’s intent on ravaging her.
”You’re gonna look so pretty,” Shauna reassures in a surprisingly soft tone. “You’re gonna look perfect. Just take it off slowly.”
”Like this?” Jackie asks like a clumsy virgin who’s never seen a cock in her life. She slightly lifts her legs and tugs the panties down to her ankles. She tosses them in the backseat but she crosses her legs, mortified to reveal herself.
“Yeah just like that,” Shauna encourages. “Let me see you though, baby.”
Jackie wants to shrivel up and die in response to the pet name. “B-But, you might think-“
”Just show me. Come on, I wanna see you. I don’t bite.”
Jackie obliges and spreads her recently shaven legs, smoother than a baby’s bottom. To Shauna’s shock, her pussy is glistening with juices. She’s pinker than a patch of azaleas and her clit throbs with urgency. Jackie’s outer lips are puffy, like they’ve been anticipating Shauna’s touch.
She’s humiliated, overdosing on confusion. Jackie thought she didn’t want this. She swore she wasn’t a fan of what was about to happen to her. Yet, her body tells a different tale. She wishes she could tell her body to cut it out or stop playing mind games with her. But, now Jackie’s left to Shauna’s ogling.
Shauna’s at a loss for words frankly. All she can do is leer.
”Fucking gorgeous,” Shauna compliments. “So fucking beautiful. God, this pussy was made for me. Look at you, you’re already a dripping mess, Jax. Don’t even try to hide it.”
Shauna sticks her thumb through Jackie’s sopping wet folds. She presses down, like she’s going to insert it and fuck Jackie throughly with her fingers. Jackie shivers, her hands clinging onto the car seat.
Shauna lowers her head, ready to bury herself nose deep into Jackie’s pussy. She starts with a lick to Jackie’s slit, tempting with the moist heat of her tongue. Then, Shauna dives in. The foreplay is minimal, but she can’t wait any longer to devour her friend. She’s never had a hunger she was so willing to satiate before.
Shauna completely slobbers on Jackie’s pussy like a dog, her mouth creating obnoxious noises as she drinks up Jackie’s juices and arousal. Jackie involuntarily bucks into Shauna’s mouth, her thighs already quivering and shaking.
Shauna swirls her tongue around Jackie’s clit, suckling at the sensitive bud and rolling it between her teeth. Her nails dig into Jackie’s inner thighs as Jackie tightens her grip on the car seat. Jackie’s got no control over her movements. Her body vibrates with the pressure of Shauna’s tongue, little mewls and moans leaving her lips at the slightest hint of pleasure.
”S-Shauna,” Jackie gasps, rolling her hips in time with the sucking.
”Yeah, does that feel good?” Shauna teases. “Doesn’t it make you feel so beautiful to give in? Isn’t it so much better when you listen to me?”
Jackie’s trying not to slip into the hands of ecstasy. She’s aware that she didn’t agree to this at first. But, she can’t help but find herself falling deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit. Her eyes flutter and her hips twitch, her mind on a rollercoaster.
Shauna continues lapping at the drenched cunt, her saliva leaving its marks all over the genitalia. She eats Jackie’s pussy like it’s her last meal request in a prison. Her brain melts with satisfaction, only focused on drawing more and more gratification out of her friend.
”Tell me Jax,” Shauna says. “Has Jeff ever made you feel this good? Has Jeff ever made you unravel like this?”
”N-No,” Jackie whispers, still embarrassed by her warmth. She places her hand over her forehead, equally as warm as Shauna’s tongue that licks and slurps.
”Fucking say it louder,” Shauna growls, tugging Jackie’s clit between her teeth. “Tell me how he’s never made you feel this good. Say it, Jax. Say it for me.”
”N-No!” Jackie responds. “H-He’s never made me feel this good, Shauna! Only y-you.”
”That’s right.” Shauna nods. “Good girl. Good girl, baby. That’s it.”
Suddenly, Jackie’s body arches uncomfortably as Shauna’s finger prods at her entrance. Shauna stops ravaging Jackie’s clit momentarily so she can spit on her finger. Then, she inserts her digit into the tight heat, her mouth back to focusing on the nub.
“Pretty girls were made for this, Jax. They were made to be used and fucked like sex toys. Cause that’s what makes you feel happiest, right Jackie? All this attention you’re getting?”
Despite the dampness of Jackie’s hole, Shauna can hardly thrust her finger inside. Jackie screws her eyes shut and parts her lips, attempting to adjust to the unwanted intrusion. It sends a burning shiver down Jackie’s spine, her body jerking backwards. But Shauna’s got her nice and steady. She holds down Jackie’s thighs so she can stay still while her body reacts to its first penetration.
”You’re such a baby Jax,” Shauna chuckles cruelly. “It’s just one finger. Should I put in another to show how much I can really stretch you?”
”N-No,” Jackie replies meekly.
”Just be good. Just behave for me.”
”Shauna…”
”You can do it, Jax. I know you can. I know you can be good.”
Jackies tosses her legs onto Shauna’s shoulder, grinding against Shauna’s tongue and paying attention to the area on her clit so the fingering doesn’t pain her as much. Moan after moan drops from her lips and she jolts when Shauna’s finger curls inside of her.
”Am I hitting a good spot, Jax? Yeah? Should I add another finger?”
Jackie nods, unsure of what she’s even nodding to.
Shauna increases the pace of her pumping, Jackie wiggling like a worm under Shauna’s grasp. Shocks of electricity traveled through her body as she neared her climax, her eyes almost rolling back. Shauna’s second finger only serves to keep Jackie on the edge of a strong orgasm.
”C-Close,” Jackie sobs. “S-So close.”
”I know baby.” Shauna’s words are muffled by Jackie’s pussy. “You wanna cum so bad, don’t you? You want to feel extra pretty tonight, right?”
”Y-You think I’m pretty, right Shauna?”
”Of course, baby. When you’re so good for me like this, you’re beautiful. I want you to cum for me, Jax. Make a big mess.”
”But the car…”
”Who gives a shit about the car? It can always be cleaned up. I want you to cum, Jax. You can make a big mess. It’s okay.”
Jackie feels a knot swell in her belly. There’s a coiled spring ready to burst and the volume of her noises of ecstasy increase.
”Nobody’s judging you, babe. Just cum all over me. Get off on my tongue and fingers. C’mon, you can do it.”
Jackie shuts her eyes again, taking what Shauna gives her. The struggle is futile. She’s already lost Shauna’s game. Her best friend’s shown she can overpower Jackie without much effort. She’s got nothing left in her brain.
Jackie clamps down around Shauna’s fingers. Her mouth goes agape with euphoria and her vision goes black. Jackie rocks her pussy against Shauna’s hand, soaking her fingers and the car seat in her squirt. She’s lost her voice, can only silently scream out her gratitude and approval. Shauna watches menacingly, prideful of her work.
She regained control. She wasn’t a mere shadow in Jackie’s vision anymore. Jackie would have to remember her every time she touched herself, or god forbid she reconnected with Jeff. But, Jeff was meaningless now. Jackie wouldn’t view him in the same way as before. Sex wouldn’t be the same. Jackie’s friendship with Shauna would never be the same.
But, worst of all, Jackie felt appreciated. She felt a level of speciality that Jeff never supplied her with. Jackie felt used up but brand new at the same time. She felt unique but also nothing more than a marionette. Jackie felt—she felt like her beauty couldn’t be ignored.
But she also felt depraved, disgusting and partly worthless. Was it even possible to feel so useful, yet so meritless all in one?
Shauna scoops up some of Jackie’s wetness and brings it to her lips. She savors the taste of submission, the taste of glory and victory. Jackie accepts defeat and exhaustion, falling back onto the seat. She wants to sleep on this, hoping rest will erase the memory of this event.
”You don’t need him. You never did. You had me. You always had me.”
Shauna pats Jackie’s head.
”Never doubt me again, okay?”
Jackie’s in heaven, but she wants to find a hole and crawl in it.