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Parawhormal Activity

By
Lola Swain

For Elissa who threw a line into the well and
pulled her up. And to Zoey for the inspiration.

She loved him
before she knew him and that love undid her.

Zoe Nicolas saw
the world through the rose-colored heart she wore on her sleeve. A beautiful
and beguiling girl, Zoe’s beauty was only surpassed by her desperation for
connection. Her obsession with belonging to
him
.

When she met Dr.
Allen Connor, Zoe finally found the man she would be connected to for eternity.

But that came
later.

Zoe was blessed
with an exquisite beauty that left all the boys she met begging to possess her.
And Zoe welcomed their obsession. From the time she was in the sixth grade and
had her first boyfriend, Zoe felt that if she did not have the title of
girlfriend to some boy, she was nothing. And soon, whichever boy she did manage
to hook, realized she had this mindset as well.

They played
along for a bit, allowing her the privilege of wearing their letter jacket or
having the best view at their rowing matches, but soon these boys realized that
there was no way they could fulfill Zoe’s demand to make her whole. They all
wondered, before they moved on to greener pastures, how such an amazing looking
girl could be so needy. And the faster they ran, the more desperate Zoe became.

Each time she
was dumped, Zoe turned to her best friend since the first grade, Vicky Westwood,
for advice on how to get the boy back. Vicky had a laid-back ease that made
people feel relaxed and open and no one was more relaxed and open around Vicky
than her best friend Zoe Nicolas. Vicky tried to counsel Zoe over the years on
the ways to keep a man around, but Zoe was so insecure, even Vicky’s sage
advice did not do the trick. She begged Vicky to talk to these boys and see if
she could somehow convince them to change their minds. And Vicky, as Zoe’s
dutiful best friend, was always more than happy to oblige.

While Vicky was
a very pretty girl, she was no Zoe. Blond with clear blue eyes and a curvy
body, Vicky looked like the typical college coed, but there was nothing overly
memorable about her. Zoe, on the other hand, with her moss green eyes, full,
bee-stung lips and bouncy hair made you take a second and third glance. At just
under 5”9, Zoe had a tight body and full tits that begged to be sucked. But Zoe
didn’t yet realize that looks alone don’t keep a man around and Vicky had much
more going for her than looks.

Vicky had the
ultimate secret.

Zoe always
picked the same type of guy : gorgeous, popular and powerful. Vicky liked this
type of guy as well and wanted one for her very own. And while Vicky had many men,
that type of man was never with Vicky Westwood in public.

In private,
however, that type of guy was instantly drawn to Vicky Westwood and Vicky happily
serviced them...under the bleachers, in storage closets, in gas station
bathrooms. It did make Vicky upset that the powerful, alpha men she and her
best friend sought were more than willing to bring Zoe out in the light while
they kept her in the dark, but Vicky knew that it was only a matter of time
before she had one of her own. At that point, she was content with sloppy
seconds. Namely, Zoe’s sloppy seconds.

And now we come
to Vicky’s ultimate secret.

Vicky Westwood
hated Zoe Nicolas with a passion that only intensified as the years passed.

It started in
the sixth grade when Harry Masters, the love of Vicky’s life, dumped Vicky for Zoe.
And much to Vicky’s heartbreak, rather than tell Harry to go jump in a lake for
dumping her best friend, Zoe accepted Harry’s invitation to become his
girlfriend.

That he won the
spelling bee only because of Vicky’s coaching meant nothing to Harry Masters. Zoe
Nicolas was the most beautiful girl at Boston Academy and as the most handsome
boy, it only made sense for Harry to dump the less beautiful friend in favor of
the most beautiful friend.

Vicky spent days
writing in her diary about how Zoe betrayed her. And she never got over it.

But when sixth
grade rolled into seventh and Zoe and Harry who were still
the
couple of
the school, started having problems, Vicky was on hand to counsel Harry into
the best course of action.

Vicky approached
Harry after football practice and told him she needed to speak to him about Zoe.
Harry, filled with hormones and adolescent angst, went with Vicky willingly
under the bleachers. Zoe was a cold fish compared to her wild friend and with burgeoning
testosterone ruling his life, it took Harry Masters less than thirty-nine
seconds to make up his mind to dump Zoe when Vicky offered the more tangible
gifts.

After Harry
broke Zoe’s heart, Vicky silently reveled in Zoe’s pain. She hugged her and
smiled over Zoe’s shoulder, she squealed inside at the sight of Zoe’s
eyes...swollen and red-rimmed from sobbing. One day, Vicky failed to tell Zoe
to wipe her nose and laughed out loud when she saw some of the football players
making fun of Zoe’s snot-crusted face during cheerleading practice.

And that feeling,
the feeling of defeating Zoe, grew more addictive as the years wore on.

When they were
freshmen in college, Zoe was convinced she found the
one
in Trent
Touchstone, star-athlete at Boston College. Trent was an extremely handsome
boy. Zoe met him in the library and as soon as their eyes locked, they couldn’t
get enough of each other. Trent was finishing his junior year and was on track
to attend Harvard Law after graduation. This pleased Zoe very much. A lawyer on
her arm would surely make her something. The truth was, for all his looks and
his incredible body, Trent Touchstone bored the hell out of Zoe and he was
pretty lousy in bed, to boot.

But none of that
mattered as much as the
potential
of Trent Touchstone and how his
presence made Zoe feel about herself. Her classes were easier to master because
of Trent. She was the envy of all the girls in her dorm because of Trent. She
pledged the best sorority at BC and got Vicky in too...all because of Trent.
But somewhere into the sophomore year, Zoe felt that familiar pulling away that
she came to dread. She decided to try something different the moment she felt
Trent’s distance and not wait until he left her to take action.

She became more
experimental in bed, even allowing him access to her beautiful, firm ass he
begged for since they started fucking, but after the pain subsided, Trent
seemed as far away as he was before she allowed him entry. She suggested a
ménage-a-tois one night after she fucked him until they were both soaked in
sweat, but that only managed to make Trent wonder if Zoe was a lesbian. Zoe
once again turned to her best friend and roommate Vicky Westwood for advice. Vicky
never lacked male companionship. Zoe felt guilty when she wondered how Vicky
always ended up fighting off guys when Zoe only ever managed to get dumped. It
was not fair, Zoe thought.

Every time Vicky
sensed that one of Zoe’s boyfriends grew weary of keeping up the maintenance on
Zoe’s high-maintenance ass, Vicky Westwood was right there to encourage the
breakup and prove to the guy that she was the better choice. But for all her
powers of persuasion, Vicky was unable to convince Zoe’s boyfriends to take her
out in public. No, Vicky Westwood was definitely backseat fodder, but Vicky
felt that as long as she had the backseat and Zoe had no seat, that was good
enough for her.

Good enough,
that is, until Zoe introduced her best friend to Dr. Allen Connor.

Zoe graduated
from Boston College with a vanilla business degree and managed to get a job at
a boutique advertising agency in downtown Boston. She didn’t have any real
responsibility and was nothing more within the organization than a high-paid
receptionist, but the agency liked Zoe’s looks and Zoe liked that she could
easily pay the rent on she and Vicky’s expensive apartment in Boston’s
fashionable south end while Vicky completed nursing school.

Zoe never
figured Vicky for a nurse and more than expected her to find a high-paying
husband before she found a high-paying job, but Vicky always wanted to marry a
doctor and figured this was a good way to accomplish her goal. Besides, her
parents sent she and Zoe on an all-expense paid trip to Paris to reward Vicky
for going to nursing school who were as surprised as Zoe at their daughter’s
career choice.

Vicky was a
spoiled brat from birth and her parent’s never imagined their entitled daughter
would be even remotely interested in any helping profession, never mind
nursing. But Zoe was absolutely correct. From the time Vicky was very young,
she dreamed of marrying a doctor. And unlike Zoe who was content to wait around
and hope to bump into her dream man at a restaurant or bar, Vicky made things
happen. She enrolled in nursing school because she was going to meet and marry
a doctor at all costs. And if she had to empty a bed pan or two to make her
dream come true, Vicky Westwood was more than willing to do that. Until then,
she was quite content to ruin Zoe’s relationships and fuck Zoe’s boyfriends.

And it was
during Zoe’s latest breakup with her boss, that Vicky nearly came undone.

That Zoe began
seeing her boss was to be expected. Mitchell Rowlett was a powerful, successful
older man who always went after and got what he wanted. When Zoe started at the
agency, Mitchell thought that Zoe was the sort of woman who would finally make
him leave his wife and he went after her like gang busters. Zoe wasn’t in the
habit of engaging married men. It wasn’t for the moral reasons that you or I
may consider, but because Zoe folded in the face of any competition. And
married men were more Vicky’s style and something Zoe did not feel she could
pull off. Married men were definitely the back seat/back alley men that Vicky
engaged. However, as soon as Zoe met Mitchell, she knew she would be powerless
against his very powerful advances and Mitchell saw Zoe as a cute little mouse
that the lion in him batted around with his large paws.

Zoe fell hard for Mitchell and soon she was falling to her
knees whenever Mitchell Rowlett snapped his fingers. And snap them often he
did. That he didn’t have to work very hard to get Zoe out of her sexy silk
panties was a bit of a turn-off.

The thrill of the hunt was part of his kink.

Nevertheless, he forged ahead and soon Zoe and Mitchell
were engaged in a whirlwind, full-blown affair.

Zoe spent her
entire tragic time with Mitchell waiting.

She waited for
him to call, waited for him to text, waited for him to finish business
meetings, come back from trips with his wife, end dinners with his family. Zoe
turned down all invitations from friends and family for fear of not being
available for Mitchell. Her most important decision of her day centered around
planning what she wore to work in order to entice Mitchell.

Weekends were Zoe’s
most depressing time as they were reserved for Mitchell’s family. After he
finished fucking her on his desk or in the back of his chauffeured car on a
Friday evening, Zoe did not hear from Mitchell until she saw him at work on
Monday morning. Until then, she would lay on her bed downhearted and fantasize
until she saw Mitchell next.

“I don’t know
why you don’t dump him,” Vicky said as she watched Zoe staring out her window
for the millionth time. “He’s just using you!”

“I can’t dump
him,” Zoe said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “I love him.”

“Babe,” Vicky
said, “you’re not cut out for married men.”

But Zoe wanted
to prove everyone wrong. She knew how Mitchell really felt about her.

He told her that
he was happiest when she was in his arms. She repeated that in her head like a
mantra...
he was happiest when he was in her arms
. And when she
remembered his words, the facts of life with Mitchell became fiction and the
fiction became fact.

Such as, the
fact that he only contacted her when he wanted to cum, did not imply what a
healthy person would make of it. No, Zoe convinced herself that Mitchell
contacted her at those times because he was happiest when he was in her arms
and he missed her. And when he disappointed her time and time again, it did not
mean that he was only using her to throw her away and that he wasn’t truly
interested in her. No, it meant that it hurt him too much to leave her because
he was that happy with her and he was trying to minimize his pain.

The fact he
panted that he was happiest when he was in her arms into the back of Zoe’s head
when he had her bent over his desk after a particularly vigorous, but cold
fuck, did not discount the significance and meaning of those words in her mind.
Zoe even managed to spin the fact that she had never even lay in Mitchell’s
arms because they had never been together in a bed or even ever fucked when
both of them were horizontal better than the craftiest spider in the world.
Yes, there was nothing that could convince Zoe that Mitchell did not love her.
Which is why, once again, her best friend Vicky intervened.

Vicky especially
loved Zoe’s relationship with Mitchell because it was the most painful
relationship of Zoe’s life. And by now I am sure you have guessed that Vicky
was never happier when Zoe was in pain.