Ugly Girl
Copyright© 2026 by Han Jansz. van Meegeren
16. Honeymoon
Life went on with monotonous regularity. Life always does that. Terrible things happen, and then the next day, it simply picks up where we left off. The degree of terribleness determines how quickly we pick up life again. The mind is much more flexible than we often think. I pride myself on being able to think rationally, and it would make sense that if one has had a very unpleasant sexual experience, one would stay away from sex altogether.
The opposite happened. Ciaran spent more time in our bed than he did sleeping upstairs in his own bed. I say our bed because I had no intention of breaking the chain between me and Sylvia, even if it meant dying a thousand deaths sometimes as Ciaran made love to me. To be honest, he fucked me. And I urged him to do so with power and strength, brimming with the youthful exuberance and dynamism of his age. And you know what was most special? Hmm ... Do you know what he said when I told him he should pay attention to Sylvia as well?
He said, and I quote, “You shouldn’t take it personally, Sylvia, and I certainly don’t mean it personally, but I’m simply more attracted to Zuzanna than to you. I hope I don’t offend you.” Please, please read those words aloud and taste the words in your mouth. Feel the sting of them on your tongue. Feel the burning on your palate as if you’ve eaten red pepper. Smell the sincerity of his words. Never. Ever, ever, ever have I met someone who chose me over Syl.
And I love it. Yesterday he came back from work, and without even saying hello, he bent me over the couch and ripped my panties into pieces. He dropped his pants and ravished me as if we hadn’t seen each other for two years. Afterwards, he looked at me with so much raw hunger in his eyes, I nearly fainted. I’m serious, really. I. Nearly. Fainted.
It goes without saying that I apologised to Sylvia over and over again whenever we were alone or out of Ciaran’s earshot. Love was something you had to experience together and certainly not with your best friend less than a meter and a half away from you. Syl didn’t say a word as we fucked, but I felt her eyes on us as a silent reproach for involving her in this.
“Zuz?” Sylvia said. We were in bed, just the two of us. That was nice for a change; most nights Ciaran spooned me from behind, with one hand possessively on my breast. It felt wonderful. Just a bit cramped, that’s all. So it was nice to have our bed to ourselves. Sylvia had just finished giving herself an orgasm with her vibrator. She never masturbated as she watched us having sex. Syl was a chronic masturbator. Before Ciaran joined us, she got herself off nearly daily.
“Zuz, you know this will not last, don’t you?” she whispered. “He’s not even seventeen, for goodness’ sake. How long do you think some big-titted bimbo is going to win him over? He’s probably grateful now that you bailed him out of trouble with all that money, but you have to be realistic, you...”
My interruption was too loud and overly aggressive. “You’re only saying that because you’re envious. Finally, I have someone all to myself and...”
“Shhh,” Sylvia hissed, “he can hear you.” I took a couple of deep breaths.
“I wasn’t born yesterday. Yes, he is young.” I said in a much calmer voice now. “I know he will walk towards greener pastures soon. But this feeling, the way he looks at me, I want to cherish it. Hold on until it slips from my grasp. This is my last chance at love. A love I’ve never known before, not even with Johan. Johan was a sweetheart, but he never had that raw need. Perhaps we were both too shy to truly follow our desires back then. Ciaran’s passion touches me deeply; it cuts right through me. And so what if it’s over in a year, a month, a day? Then I’ll have experienced it, felt it, lived it, and made memories that will last a lifetime.”
I could only feel her reaction in the chain’s movement. We had both become subconsciously sensitive to the slightest movement of the chain between us. Softly Sylvia said: “I’m sorry, Zuz. You know I wish you all the happiness in the world. I’m just worried about you.” That she was worried about me was good news. It meant that the chains might break someday. But we weren’t there yet. Maybe that day would come one day, but not yet. To hell with shame and the uneasy feeling of her being so close to us. I wasn’t done with her yet, not by a long shot.
That night brought a change to our triangle. The next evening, we lay in bed missionary style, and I nearly pulled Sylvia down with me when I threw my arms around Ciaran’s back with force. I was taken aback when I unexpectedly heard Syl say, “Ciaran, a woman likes it when a man talks to her while making love. We thrive on feelings, so open up to her. It doesn’t all have to be pretty or neat, just honest. So if her cunt feels nice on your dick, tell her.” Ciaran fucked me faster as a reaction to that.
“Say it out loud, Ciaran. Say: “Your cunt feels so good.”
He whispered the words.
“Loud, Ciaran. Your cunt feels so good, and I want to fuck you as hard as I can. Take it, bitch!”
For the first time, he looked at her. She was nude as well. “I can’t say that to her!”
“Sure you can; you must. Ask her if she likes it when you talk dirty to her. You both know you don’t really mean all those words you are saying to her in the heat of passion, but it will make her hot.”
“She’s right, Ciaran,” I said. “You can call me any name in the book; it really turns me on.”
Still in an uncertain tone, he repeated, “Your cunt feels great. I want to fuck you as hard as possible. You take it all, bitch!”
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