Check on the Ex

Your mind keeps going back to Brie and that weird text. You continue to walk and think about your situation, only realizing many blocks later that your feet have been taking you down that familiar route to her place. It's just down the street and around the corner. 'Well I'm here anyway,' you think to yourself as you pull out your phone.

The message is still there and you reply, asking her what's wrong. Brie responds quite quickly, begging you to meet up with her. When you ask where there's a long pause. You're just turning the corner when she texts back "Can you meet me at the convenience store right near my place?"

You agree and send the message. You're standing right next to the store, looking up the street toward Brie's. A man steps out of her front door and you think, 'it figures.' He's tall, handsome and just the type Brie would hook up with. You expect him to go to the bus stop or get into one of the parked cars but he comes your way instead.

Then you start to notice the details - he's walking funny, just not the way most guys would walk. He's wearing sweat pants and an odd blue jacket. But it's the sweater that does it. Beneath the jacket is a tight, white sweater - a body hugging sweater that Brie loved to wear over more revealing outfits so her Mom didn't freak out. On closer inspection that face isn't too far from Brie's though it's now quite chiseled and masculine. He doesn't really look your way as he shuffles into the store - no wait - he deliberately looks away! As he takes the steps into the store you catch a bouncing bulge in his pants. If that's really a transformed Brie then she's having trouble with an erection - no wonder she's looking away from a cute brunette who's leaning against the side of the building.

Deciding to have a little fun you pull out your phone and prepare a text for her. "Hey Brie, I'm in the store now."

You walk in and start browsing. You know he's looking at you and you find yourself enjoying it. You bend down and check some stuff on a lower shelf, then get back up and stretch - just the kind of thing Brie used to do to you. When you turn his way you notice the eyes flick away. Then you hit send.

While the message bounces from tower to tower to phone you walk towards him. You watch the cues you're all to familiar with as he tries to hide that raging boner. You smile to yourself, wondering how much harder that must be in women's underwear.

His phone buzzes and you close the last few steps as he checks it. He looks at the phone, looks up at you, then back to the phone, then back to you with a worried, yet relieved expression. "Come with me," he says. He leads you outside, to the alley between the store and the first row of houses.

You're starting to realize that getting so close to this male version of Brie might have been a mistake. His scent is getting to you and you're pussy is getting really wet. In the alley he pulls you close and hugs you tight, letting out a softer sob than you'd expect from a guy his size.

"Oh fuck. I thought - I knew it must be you." he says. "Shit John - we're in so much trouble!"

That manly scent is now causing your wetness to dribble down your thigh. Although it feels amazing to be held like that you push him back and get some space.

"Sorry, sorry," he says, crouching slightly to hide that erection. " I should have known better, I have a bit of a problem too. Um... first of all, I am so, so sorry for what happened last year."

"Let's worry about that later. Do you know what's happened to us? I mean besides the obvious? Who the hell did this and how?"

"All I know is that I felt kind of sick for a few days before the festival. I woke up really late and I was like this." He gestures towards his whole body. "And then I got this call from some woman. She asked me how I liked it, I screamed at her and she laughed. She said she wanted ****, that I was partly to blame, but that there was someone 'even more deserving'. She said it was appropriate that I'd slept with him and fucked him because I might get the chance to do it again. Something else about how he'd get the 'special' treatment. Then she laughed, said she couldn't have done this without me and hung up."