Chat to Alexia

“Excuse me, you’re John’s step sister Alexia aren’t you?” You asked her. “Hi, I’m … um… Bree.”

“Bree?” Alexia clearly didn’t know who you were. Not surprising really - it’s unlikely John told her about last night.

“Yeah, I’m an acquaintance of your brother. We met at the bar, The Broken Drum. You should come there some time!” You suggest. “Here, let me buy you a triple, venti, half sweet, non-fat, caramel macchiato,” you offer, the coffee coming straight off your tongue somehow.

Alecia’s eyes widen as she realises you know what she drinks. “Sure … wait, you’re not going out with John are you?” She asks conspiratorially.

“Dating? Oh no. We gambling against one another. Blackjack mostly. He beat me pretty badly last night, but to be honest I’m pretty sure he cheats.” You admit ruefully.

“He cheats!?” Alexia asks indignantly. “John!?”

“Yeah, he definitely doesn’t play fair. But I still paid up. I don’t welch on my bets.” You assert. “You need to be careful with him, he’s out for himself.” You say.

Alexia’s eyes dance with amusement. “Yeah, I know John’s type. But thanks for the heads up.” She sipped her coffee appreciatively, warming her hands by cupping the cup. “So, Bree, tell me, do you enjoy playing games of chance with … high stakes?” She leans in closer, her voice suggestive.

You grin uncertainly feeling yourself responding. You’re meant to be avoiding encounters but it seems like one is starting. “Um… Definitely, especially when you have a bit of skin in the game. It… um keeps things interesting, don’t you think?” Was she coming onto you. This was a new and unexpected side to Alexia. She seemed to be strictly heterosexual in the game you knew… no, wait, there was that gym encounter, the yoga threesome where she had been quite domineering with her stepsister… you feel a familiar rush of arousal and embarrassment at the memory… was something similar about to repeat? What was happening?

Alexia’s smile grew wider, and she leaned even closer and you felt like a doe trapped in headlights. “Yeah, life’s dull without a bit of risk. When you push your boundaries you discover things about yourself that you never knew, don’t you think.” She took a slow sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving yours. “Do you find that?”

“Um…” she was very much inside your personal space now and seemed more than a little domineering. Got she was hot! What was going on? Your heart was beating faster and you could feel your body reacting despite your ****.

“You seem a little nervous, Bree.” She observed. “Would you like to take a gamble on me?” Alexia’s voice was husky with desire, and her eyes searched yours, as if looking for an answer she already knew.

“Um… I’m always up for a game of chance. With you I think it will be worth any risk,” you said. Her hand reached out and rested on yours, sending a shiver down your spine.You swallowed hard, unsure of what to make of her sudden advances. You looked her in the eyes, your pulse quickening and loud in your ears.

The buzz of the cafe, the clinking of coffee cups and murmur of conversations dimmed to a distant backdrop as you felt the sexual tension escalate. This was an encounter!?

“Alexia!” The Barista called.

“That’s me!” Alexia said as she took her coffee in one hand and your hand in the other and led you to one of the plush pink booths. She pushed you in and sat beside you. It was very cosy, very… intimate. And you were trapped. “So… I have a wager I’d like to make with you,” she admits, blushing a little as she reached into her purse and produced a blue pill. “And the stakes are high. The loser has to do whatever the winner tells them too. If I win I’m going to take this pill and have my way with you!” She seems excited by her little game and her mood is more than a little infectious.

You eye the blue pill, heart beating and aroused. Even in your current state you couldnt take a blue pill when you’re on a pink pill. It was frustrating. You want to fuck Alexia but you can only do that as a woman! You don’t want to admit you’re on pink X-Change and …. that might ruin things. You’re aroused and you don’t want that.

“Hmmm. Sounds fun.” You reach into your own bag and find a coin. You roll it over your knuckles in a display of dexterity and then toss it, snatching it from the air and slapping it down on the back of your other hands wrist, covering it. “Call it, heads or tails!”