Linnea, your ex-girlfriend from college

Standing in the doorway is a girl who looks somehow familiar, yet somehow different. Suddenly you recognize her -- it's Linnea, your old girlfriend who broke up with you freshman year of college.

Linnea was in a different program than you and you didn't see much of her after your relationship ended. Even before you started dating you always categorized her as "semi-attractive" -- she was hot enough to date but not someone you'd repeatedly fantasize about or find in porn. She was always a sweet girl though, a little innocent and naive, but more timid than prudish. She didn't really put out, but you got naked together a couple times and made out, and touched each other. You suspect she never wanted to date you, but you were useful for helping her test the waters, sexually. The relationship just kind of "happened" after getting drunk a couple times together at parties.

Apparently she's been doing pretty well for herself in your absence -- which isn't really a surprise, considering how toxically awful a person you are. You remember her having a pretty face, long blonde hair, a small almost-flat chest, and an overall "softness" of the body -- she wasn't overweight, but she wasn't fit. Not curvy, not thin. Her best asset was by far her butt, which was not huge and not necessarily tight, but stuck out in proportion to the rest of her body. She's definitely changed now, though, you realize with almost a sense of pride. She's clearly been exercising a lot more -- her arms are more toned, and while her chest may have shrunk into virtual nonexistence, you notice she's developed prominent hips and a subtle hourglass shape to her torso. As she is wearing a pair of short khaki shorts, you can see her thighs and calves have become more shapely as well. Though she is facing you in the doorway, you notice with satisfaction that her ass is still her most prominent feature, and you suspect it is quite firm.

Currently Linnea's most familiar feature is her scowl of loathing and disgust. You remember that same expression from when you broke up those few years ago -- she'd been nagging you for weeks about going out and doing something on the town together, something more than just drinking at random frat parties. You didn't want to put in the effort or spend the money, which disappointed her to no end. Eventually she found your porn stash, and the hardcore, sloppy nature of the material disturbed her. She finally stormed out, declaring you "boring" and "a pervert". Both of which were -- and still are -- 100% accurate.

"Nea, wh -- what are you doing here?" you ask, genuinely bewildered, with your cock still buried in Claire's throat.

"David, what the fuck, is... is that your STEP-MOM?!" Linnea gasps, equally surprised. She glances over to Tommy and your still-retching sister. "And RACHEL!?"

You unsheathe your dick from Claire's face with a wet "pop," suddenly and inexplicably embarrassed. Face beet-red, Claire heaves and gasps as a stream of fluids flies out her chin and nose. "Um... yeah... " you reply. "Seriously though, why are you here?" You half-heartedly try to cover your crotch with your hands, but your massive erection throbs and twitches, still hungering for satisfaction. You avoid eye contact.

"I saw those photos of me, David," she replies accusatorily. "The ones you posted on that awful website. I came by to make you take them down."

You had completely forgotten. You submitted a dozen or so risqué photos of Linnea to an amateur porn site 2 years ago, when you really needed some cash. Taking those photos was the most sexually adventurous thing you ever got her to do while you were together. They weren't even nudes, just some pictures of her in her underwear. Not that memorable at all, really. You're very surprised she even found out about it.

"My cousin stumbled across them, David. He's almost as perverted as you are. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to have a family member bring that kind of thing to your attention? You're such an asshole!" She starts to rant. "I mean, Jesus, I look awful in them, too! I can't even believe random perverts are jacking off to that stuff! I've worked so hard trying to get in shape this last year, and THAT'S the image of me thrown out for the world to see!? Back when I was so ugly?!"

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't say you were UGLY..." you try to respond, but she cuts you off.

"Fuck you! Stop whatever disgusting shit you're doing right now and take me to your computer so I can see you delete those photos!" Linnea surveys the room again. "Jesus, what a mess. It fucking reeks!"

"Dude, is that your Ex?" Tommy chimes in. "No way man, you never told me you had nudes of her, I wanna see! She's bangin'!"

You really want to placate Linnea so she'll stop screaming at you, but your other head demands attention. You were vigorously facefucking Claire only moments ago and your cock is still dripping wet and hard. While you're admittedly pretty ashamed, you can't take your eyes off Linnea's waist. It's hard to believe that fit body belongs to the same girl you used to date.

"Um... Wow, Nea, you look really good!" is all you can say.

"Oh fuck off," she responds. "Seriously? You're going to hit on me now?"

"Right, sorry. Uh, my room's just down the hall." You motion out the door. Linnea scoffs and then heads out. As she turns around you confirm that her ass is still large in proportion to the rest of her body and is now quite firm and toned. The sight makes your cock twitch again. You follow and then lead her down the hallway to your bedroom door. Tommy follows close behind, leaving Rachel and Claire to collect themselves alone.

You enter your room and sit down at your desk, booting up your PC. Linnea and Tommy stand over your shoulder. It takes a few minutes navigating through your enormous spank bank before you find the folder labeled "Nea - Panties". You open it, revealing a series of shitty-quality pictures of your ex-girlfriend in bed, in lingerie.

"Ugh, gross, I'm so fat in these..." Linnea scoffs. She's obviously very insecure about her looks. It makes sense; she dated YOU, after all, even though she's clearly out of your league.

"Whoa no way, that's you?!" Tommy chuckles. "Damn maybe you're not as bangin' as I thought..."

Linnea scowls back at him. "Who the fuck is this asshole? Of course he'd be one of YOUR friends, David. These pictures are from years ago, I don't look at all like that anymore."

"If you say so..." Tommy replies, pretending not to believe her. He looks her up and down with a critical expression.

Linnea blushes. "Fuck you! I'll have you know I worked very hard and I'm finally proud of my body. I just can't believe these old images of me are out there on the web for others to gawk at, it's so embarrassing. I look different now. Much better."

"Prove it!" The words escape your mouth before you realize it. What are you saying?

"Yeah!" adds Tommy, taking your cue. "I'm not convinced. You don't look much different to me!"

Linnea just stands bewildered, mouth agape. She looks back and forth between you and Tommy. Her long blonde hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she's wearing a tight maroon graphic T-shirt with some bullshit hipster album art on the front. Her khaki shorts expose long and luscious legs that end with simple black flats on her feet. You notice that she's also more tanned that she used to be; clearly she's been spending more time at the beach since her newfound confidence in her body. "What do I need to do, strip!?" she asks with a nervous sarcasm.

You and Tommy exchange mischievous grins.