This story is about a sexual triangle


1. 1 Cindy

Chapter 1 Cindy

        I awoke needing to pee. My head hurt as I moved it slowly from the bed. God, I must have had a skin full at the party last night. Still half asleep I automatically turned right when I reached the bedroom door and headed in the direction of the bathroom. “Fuck,” I swore aloud, wide awake now, where the fuck was I?  Suddenly realizing I was standing there in a strange hallway totally naked. I rushed back to the safety of the bedroom and dived under the covers to think.

   I remembered having a row with my boyfriend Dave and had gone to the party alone, determined to have a good time without him. I’d had a lot to drink but not much food.

   Uncovering my head, I became aware I wasn’t alone in the bed, someone was snoring. Gingerly lifting my head from the pillow, I looked across the bed to see who it was lying next to me.

   “Oh My God,” I almost screamed for it was Angela, my friend from college. On closer inspection Angela asleep looked different. Her long dark hair, no longer held firmly in place by its headband she usually wore, had splayed out to frame her face which devoid of makeup appeared softer and breathtakingly beautiful.  

   I thought maybe Angela had taken pity on me being too drunk to drive home and so had given me a bed for the night.

   The thing I couldn’t understand was why was I naked and sharing a bed with Angela, knowing full well that she was gay.

   Slowly I started to remember vaguely being helped off with my clothes, being put to bed and the warmth of another body cuddling up to me. Then I smiled remembering the feeling of pleasure the sex that followed had given me. It was not like the usual quickie I would normally have experienced with Dave but something more sensual. Angela’s voice broke into my thoughts, “How are you feeling this morning Cindy dear.”

 “My head hurts and I need to pee. I answered getting out of bed grabbing the dressing gown I could now see draped over the chair.

 “The bathrooms on your left as you go out the door.” Angela directed me.

  Back in bed again I snuggled up to Angela. “How's your head now” she asked. “Better but I’m a bit sore and a little tender down below between my legs.” I answered. “Sorry about that,” Angela said while planting a kiss on my forehead. Funnily enough I felt sex wise for a change quite satisfied.

 Much later I had just enough time to collect my car, and pop home. Then after a shower, I changed into a pair of baggy jeans and a smart dark blue coloured blouse that showed off my blonde hair and blue eyes, before heading to my first lecture of the morning.

   Dave also wearing baggy jeans together with a smart white shirt, was waiting for me at the college entrance. After a quick kiss he asked me as we walked, “What happened to you last night? Robin said you got drunk and when she left you decided to stay at the lesbian bitch’s place.”   

   “Yes, Angela wouldn’t let me drive home in the state I was in and insisted that I stay the night, which I thought was kind of nice of her under the circumstances,” I told Dave.

   “Fuck that for a lark,” Dave stated, followed by, “What did you think you were doing by staying the night, especially after what I had told you about those people? You were bloody lucky she didn’t jump you.”

   This reminded me of yesterday’s quarrel, where Dave had said he wasn’t happy with me being friends with Angela and didn’t want me to go to the party.

   He had told me what he thought of Angela and her kind.

   This now prompted me to reply, “I’m sorry you still feel like that about Angela, but she’s my friend and she can’t help being that way, can she?”

   “You do say some daft things Cindy. Of course, she can. It’s a well-known fact according to Sigmund Freud and others, that people like her want to be the dominant partner in any relationship. It’s a sex thing, which no proper man would tolerate. That’s why she goes after other rather weak-minded women she can control."

   I just gave Dave a hard look as we walked through the corridor to the lecture hall and thought how could I be really going out with such a self-opinionated moron?


   Once inside the lecture hall I acknowledged Angela with a look, a nod and a quick smile, but instead of going to sit with my friend I dutifully followed Dave and sat by his side some distance away.

   All through the lecture, I sat listening but also thinking about what had happened last night, the question was did I really want to do it again. I must admit I was very drunk at the time and only vaguely remember the experience and that it was enjoyable even though I still felt sore.

I laughingly wondered what Dave would have thought if he had only known about what really happened last night.

   I supposed he would have considered me a weak-minded woman.

   It was not strange for me to have chosen a boyfriend, who like both my brother and father thought he knew everything. He demanded loyalty and that I was to agree with whatever he might say.

   I remembered once crying to my mother about how my brother was being unfair about something.  She, had said I was more emotionally mature than he was so should let him get away with it.

   Looking back over the years, my mother, although a quiet woman, could make both my brother and father do whatever she wanted by allowing them to think it was their idea in the first place. This made them feel good and at the same time she got her way.

   Maybe a little flattery could work with Dave; anyway, it was worth a try.                          

   Fuck the woman Dave; thought he had seen the look and smile the lesbian bitch had given his Cindy.

   What really annoyed him was Cindy going to the party even after he had voiced his disapproval. That being so, no way could he have backed down and have gone with her.

   Yet in hindsight, he should have been there to stop Cindy making a fool of herself and from staying the night with that bitch. Robin had told him how Cindy had got drunk and had acted out of character. This friendship Dave thought between Cindy and the bitch has to end. No way would Cindy have dared to go against his wishes before that bitch Angela had got her claws into her.

   He should have stopped the friendship right from the start but he hadn’t been aware of the bitch sniffing around until it was too late.


   Angela had seen the annoyed look on Dave’s face when Cindy had acknowledged her and laughed at his displeasure, As fare as she could tell, he had been treating poor Cindy as his personal doormat for some time now. And thought it was about time Cindy learnt to fly and why not in her direction. Last night had presented Angela with a golden opportunity to get Cindy alone and she had taken full advantage of the situation. However as proven by Cindy’s reluctance to break away from Dave’s side this morning showed Angela she still had a lot more to do before Cindy would be hers.

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