Consequences (standard:drama, 3225 words)
Author: Lori	Added: May 15 2007	Views/Reads: 3206/2122	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes we do things without realizing, or caring, what the consequences are. This is a story along those lines. It's a little graphic, sorry.

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“I'm going to start getting ready now.” Helen beams at the friendly
voice. 

“Dang girl,” Freda laughs, “We're not going out for another six hours.” 

“I know,” Helen laughs with her. “But, I'm so looking forward to it.” 

“I know you are, sweetie.” Freda is getting that tone in her voice. The
one Helen hates.  It's the pity voice. “Listen, don't back down on this 
one. Stand up to him if you have too.” 

“I'm not going to back down.” Helen plays with the phone cord as she
sits down on the bed. “I told him this morning that I won't be home 
tonight.” 

“How did he take it?” Freda inquires with concern in her voice. She
loves her friend, but she feels that Helen needs to have some fun in 
her life. That's why tonight is so special. 

“He didn't seem to care.” Helen states as she tears up again. 

“Honey, I'm sorry.” Freda falters with anguish in her voice. 

“It's okay.” Helen utters to stop her friend from feeling sorry for her.


“No, it's not okay. He doesn't deserve you.” Freda's starting to get
angry. Not at the situation, but at her friend for letting it happen. 

“Let's not get into it.” Helen pleads on a sigh. “I'm going to take a
long hot soaky bath and forget everything and everyone.” 

“There you go!” Freda laughs into the phone. “I'll pick you up at six.
Be ready.” 

“Don't worry,” Helen pronounces as she stands up. “I will be.” 

“All right then, I'll talk to you tonight.” Freda imparts as she starts
to hang up. 

“Okay, bye.” Helen tells as she hangs up the phone. 

Helen makes the bed and then enters the bathroom. She turns the water on
and gets it as hot as she can stand it. Taking off her pajamas, Helen 
looks in the mirror. She'll be the first to admit she's let herself go. 
Where ten years ago, she used to be a size ten, she's now a size 
sixteen. Yes, the children were part of the weight gain. But, most of 
it is from her living in a depression funk most of her married life. 

“I still look okay.” Helen chides herself as she turns from side to side
in the mirror. “Nothing a good diet and exercise wouldn't cure.” She 
states as she pins her hair up. 

Helen climbs in the tub, letting her thoughts drift away. She remembers
how Jim used to pursue her when they began dating. How hot he was to 
get her in bed. Jim used to love to make love to her. Now, she thinks 
he sees it as a job he has to preform. Helen hates that she has become 
undesirable. She wonders if it's just with him or all men. Helen knows 
she'll find out tonight. 

As she gets out of the tub, Helen again looks in the mirror. She looks
at herself and sees what a man would see. “I'm desirable.” She alleges 
out loud to the silence. She wraps herself in a towel and turns back to 
let the water out of the tub. 

Helen walks back into the bedroom and sits on her side of the bed. She
gets her lotion and starts to apply it to her body. She wonders what 
another man's hands would feel like. The only person who's ever touched 
her is Jim. She thinks about how it would feel to make love to someone 
who is a total stranger. Will she really have the nerve to do this? 
Will she have the balls to go through it? Will it change her life? Or 
will it only make it worse? Helen shakes the thoughts from her head and 
gets dressed in a pair of sweats to hang around the house. 

Time passes quickly for Helen. Before she knows it, the kids are home
and, she's having to start dinner. Jim comes in as she's headed up the 
stairs. He looks her over. “What are you doing here? I thought you 
wouldn't be home tonight.” He says as he looks over his shoulder. 

“I'm on the way to getting dressed on. I had to feed the kids. Freda
should be here in 5 minutes.” Helen states as she continues up the 
stairs. 

“Well, hurry up.” Jim hollers at her retreating back. “I've got a guest
coming over.” 

Helen turns to look back at Jim. “Who?” 

“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?” Jim inquires. 

“I think that's an answer enough.” Helen enjoins starting to get a
little irrate. She turns to walk to her bedroom. 

“Hey!” Jim hollers at her. 

“Yes?” She poses as she turns to face him. 

“Did you put fresh sheets on my bed?” Jim inquires. 

“Yes, don't I always put do that on Fridays?” Helen asks him back. 

“Just checking.” Jim smiles at her and starts to walk away. 

“Jim, I've asked you not to do this when the kids are home.” Helen
pleads to him. 

“Don't worry. They won't be. I'm going to tell them to go to a movie.”
Jim says as he walks away. 

Helen sighs and continues to the bedroom. If she made a fight out of it,
she would be late. Besides, what good would it do? Jim has always done 
what he wanted when he wanted to do it. Helen hears Freda honk as she 
enters her bedroom. She runs to the window and waves. She throws on the 
outfit she's picked out for the night and gets her shoes out of the 
closet. She darts barefooted down the stairs and out the door. 

“Where's the fire?” Freda states as she opens the door. 

“I'm ready.” Helen enounce breathlessly. 

“Okay then, buckle up.” Freda orders as they look out the front
windshield. 

Helen sees the sports car pull into her driveway. She watches as the
woman climbs out of the driver seat. She admires her figure as the 
woman walks to the front door. 

“I don't know why you let him do that.” Freda dictates with heat in her
voice. 

“I know you don't understand.” Helen states as she turns away before Jim
opens the door. 

“You're damn right, I don't understand.” Freda demands as she speeds
off. 

“Let's not let it ruin our evening.” Helen requests on a sigh. She's so
tried of trying to explain her life to Freda. No one would understand 
what it's like unless they've been through it. No one would understand 
what it felt like to not be wanted unless they've felt it. 

They arrive at a restaurant and get out. Helen lets Freda ramble on and
on. She nods when appropriate and comments frequently. She eats her 
meal and wonders again if she can go through with it. 

“You ready?” Freda bespeaks as they leave the restaurant. 

“I think so.” Helen alleges as they walk up to the door of the hotel
across the street from the restaurant. 

“Take a deep breath.” Freda orders as she leads Helen across the crowded
lobby. 

“Okay.” Helen recites as she tries to breathe. 

“Here we go.” Freda utters as she enters the ballroom at the back of the
hotel. 

“Okay.” Helen can't think of anything else to say. She looks around at
the people in the ballroom. She takes a deep breath and lets it out. 
“They look . . . ” 

“Normal?” Freda laughs. “Just because they're swingers, Helen, doesn't
mean they would look different. You knew I was one.” 

“Yes, but . . . ” Helen starts, “Everyone looks like they're going out
on the town. They don't look like someone who's here for sex.” 

“You're such a silly goose.” Freda laughs at Helen again. “Not everyone
is here for sex, hon. Some people only come here for friendship.” 

“Yeah, okay.” Helen says as she continues to look around. She spots a
man looking at her. Helen quickly turns around and bumps into another 
body. 

“Ho, not so fast.” A man says as he grins down at her. 

“Oh, I'm so sorry.” Helen says as she takes a step backwards and looks
around for Freda. She spots her at the bar talking to a gentleman. 
Helen wonders how she moved so fast. 

“No problem.” He purports. “First time here?” 

“Could you tell?” Helen asks shyly. 

“Yes.” The man laughs. “My name is John, and it's my first time too.” 

“I'm Helen.” She says as she holds out her hand. “Why are you so at
ease?” She blurts out. 

“It's my first time here.” John states as he shakes her hand. “Not my
first party.” 

“Oh, I guess that does make a difference.” Helen says as she pulls her
hand away. 

“Yes it does.” John grins at her. “What made you come here? If you don't
mind me asking?” 

“I wanted to cheat on my husband to show him what it feels like.” Helen
says before she realizes what she's saying. “Oh, God!” She cries in 
embarrassment and starts to turn away. 

“It's okay.” John supposes as he grabs her arm. “We all have our
reasons. At least yours was honest.” 

“Thank you.” Helen stammers to the floor. 

“Look.  I have a room here. Would you like to go up there with me?” John
poses her. 

“Um,” Helen mumbles. “I don't know.” 

“We won't do anything you don't want to do.” John tells Helen. 

“Okay.” Helen looks over to the bar as she walks away. Freda waves at
her and gives her the thumbs up. 

“It's just upstairs. We'll take the elevator.” John tells her gently. 

“Okay.” Helen thinks she sounds like a parrot. But, it's hard to come up
with something to say when you don't know the person you're talking 
too. 

“Nervous?” John laughs. 

“Just a little, yes.” Helen says as she steps on the elevator. She walks
to the back of the car. 

“I'm not going to bite you.” John grins as he comes to stand beside her.
He pushes the button for the second floor. 

“What? Sorry . . . ” Helen says as she steps to the side. Anything to
not have to touch him yet. Helen's mind is reeling with thoughts. She 
can't get centered on one to have an intellect conversation. 

“It's okay, nothing.” John enounce as they get out of the elevator. 

“I'm sorry.” Helen conveys as she lets him lead her. “I just don't know
what to say. I haven't really talked to a man in a long time.” 

“I thought you said you have a husband.” John requests as he opens the
door. He moves back to let her go in before him. 

“I do.” Helen says as she steps in the room. “But, that doesn't mean we
talk.” 

“There you go!” John laughs. “I didn't talk to my wife either.” 

“I'm sorry.” Helen states as she looks around for a place to sit. The
only place is the bed. She starts to get worried. “Are you divorced?” 

“No, she died.” John utters as he takes his sports coat off. 

“I'm sorry.” Helen emits as she watches his every move. 

“It's okay.” John speaks as he starts to up button his shirt. 

“When did she die?” Helen verbalizes nervously as she continues to stand
in the middle of the room. 

“Last year.” John orates with his shirt unbuttoned. 

“I'm sorry.” Helen doesn't know what else to say. This man who's
undressing just told her his wife has died, but he's thinking about 
making love to her. 

“Again, it's okay.” John says as he moves closer to Helen. “She wasn't
that good of a wife. She screwed around a lot.” 

“I'm sorry.” Helen express audibly again. She's blown away by the
conversation. Also she's feeling funny about looking at him. It wasn't 
that he was ugly, it was the opposite. The man was in shape and looked 
good enough to eat. 

“Don't say that again.” John grins at her. He moves to kiss her, but
Helen steps back. “Are you okay?” He asks. 

“Yes,” Helen emits as she takes another step back and stumbles. She hits
the bed. Helen looks around. She hadn't realized she had been walking 
away from him this whole time. John reaches out to stop her from 
falling. “Thanks.” 

“No problem” John maffle as he moves his hands to her hips. “It's okay.”


“I don't know if I can do this.” Helen mumbles as John moves in to kiss
her. 

“You can and you will.” John assures her as he kiss her mouth. 

“Okay.” Helen grumbles. John inserts his tongue into the opening. Helen
jumps from the contact. This isn't so bad, she thinks. She starts to 
get into the kiss. 

“You like that don't you, you ungrateful whore.” John laughs. 

“What?” Helen requests in a daze. 

“I said you like that, don't you?” John inquires as he starts to unzip
her dress. 

“It was nice.” Helen thinks she must have heard him wrong. She lets him
remove her dress and stands before him only in a pair of panties and a 
bra. 

“Let's see what else I can get you to like, whore.” John gnarls as he
kisses her neck. 

“What?” Helen challenges. “What did you call me?” She tries to move away
from him. 

“I called you a whore, whore.” John states as he grabs her. 

“I can't do this.” Helen tries to get away again. 

“Oh yes, you can.” John dictates as he tears the bra from her. Helen
screams out. “You're just like all the rest of the women in that room 
down there. You want to have a little fun while your hubby is sitting 
at home.” 

“It's not like that.” Helen cries. She's starting to get really scared.
This isn't supposed to happen this way. It's supposed to be beautiful 
and fulfilling. 

“No, then what's it like whore?” John evokes as he throws her to the
bed. He rips off her panties and falls down on top of her. 

“I don't want to do this.” Helen cries. “Stop please.” 

“I don't think so.” John growls as he rubs his hands along her body.
“You asked for this and you're going to get it.” 

“Stop!” Helen screams. “Stop, I'm begging you!” 

“Yes, beg me bitch!” John shouts as he starts to rape her. 

Helen can't stop the act. She starts to cry as he penetrates her. She
lays there and thinks about her husband and kids. She thinks about her 
life up to this point. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. She cries as 
John violates her body. 

“Take it and be happy!” John screams at the point of no return. He
climbs off her. 

“Why?” Helen questions. She moves to the side of the bed and sits up. 

“Because my wife was a whore.” John states as he reaches for his
clothes.. 

“That doesn't make every woman a whore.” Helen cries. 

“No it doesn't.” John supposes as he stands up to put on his pants. 

“Why then?” Helen bespeaks him again. 

“Because she ruined me like you'll ruin your husband.” John exclaims as
he puts on his shirt. 

“How am I going to ruin my husband?” Helen doesn't understand what he's
saying. She doesn't understand anything that has happened. 

“I'm going to tell you what she didn't tell me until she was dying.”
John utters as he grabs his sports coat. He turns and walks to the 
door. 

“What's that?” Helen requires. 

“Welcome to the life of AIDS, you cheating whore.” John grumbles as he
turns and opens the door. 

“What?” Helen inquires in disbelief. 

“Yes, I have AIDS. I got it from my cheating whore of a wife. Now, you
can take it home to your husband.” John states as he walks out the 
door. “Have a nice life.” 

© May 11, 2007 


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