Helpful Steve

Steve watched as his guest, the guy spending his day as Brittany, came down the stairs. The whole situation, a stranger walking into his house and taking Steve’s wife’s place for the day, was unprecedented, but that didn’t mean Steve wasn’t into it. Quite the contrary. So far he was finding the whole process invigorating.

“Brittany!” Steve said, a little too enthusiastically, “You look fantastic!”

Of course, Steve knew that he wasn’t telling the whole truth. Sure, the new Brittany had done a good job picking out a workout outfit to wear out, but the real Brittany would never leave the house without her makeup on, nor would she leave without her bra. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that his visitor, the new Brittany, was trying his best to accomplish the task ahead of him.

And Steve was one of the lucky ones to help him do it!

“I loaded up a purse for you,” Steve continued, handing his guest one of Brittany’s handbags, “Now since the other Brittany took her wallet and phone with her, I put my credit cards for you to use. The pins are attached with sticky notes, although I doubt anyone will give you trouble. The Range Rover keys are in there, a couple tampons, some lipstick, sunglasses, and the address of your yoga class. Oh, I wrote our address down on that paper too, just in case you forget where we live.”

“Um… thanks?” Steve’s guest said, taking the purse from him.

“You’re doing great, by the way,” Steve whispered encouragingly, “I’ve got lots of room on those cards so spend whatever you want. You can even keep it all when you’re done, a little incentive for getting your task complete.”

But of course Steve didn’t want to pull his guest too far out of character, so he continued in a regular register, “I’ll just be puttering around the house this afternoon. I was thinking of ordering Indian for dinner, I’ll make sure to order your favourites. It should be here around six. Oh, and I called my mom. She’ll take the kids tonight, you know, to make your task a little easier, so maybe we can snuggle up and watch a movie while we eat.”

“That, er, sounds nice,” Brittany-for-the-day responded unconvincingly.

Steve didn’t want Peter to fail at his task, and he could see that the young man was struggling with the banter, so he decided to hurry it along. Quickly, before the man could react, he leaned in, grabbed him by his butt cheeks, and pulled the man in for a kiss on the lips. Not a long, passionate kiss, but an affectionate one nonetheless. Brittany and Steve, after all, had only been married a short while. There was still a lot of spark in the relationship. Steve’s ex-wife had called Brittany all sorts of unflattering things when they’d met for the first time: hussy, slut, jailbait, just to make a few. All of it was unwarranted. Sure, Steve was quite a bit older than his new wife, but age was just a number. What counted was that Steve and Brittany were in love.

Well, love, and more than a bit of lust, which was only natural.

And knowing that, Steve knew that his new friend would get to feel some of that too. At least for the day.

“I’ll see you this evening, babe,” Steve said after releasing his temporary wife, “I’ll miss you. Make sure you miss me!”

“Okay,” the man said, “I, uh, guess…”

Then the man wearing Brittany’s clothes stumbled out the house toward the SUV. Steve had never kissed a man before, and he wasn’t sure that he liked it, but that feeling of uncertainty was far outdone but the immense pleasure of knowing that he himself had done a good job at helping the young man accomplish his task. In fact, he was very much looking forward to helping the man continue with his task later that evening.

And all night.