SCENES FROM THIS WORLD: Double Date

The Redford house was large, warm, well-lit, and so utterly welcoming that Paige felt like an intruder.

Although that might have been because, technically speaking, she was.

She hadn't started the day out planning for this to happen. Dreaming, more like. Brian Redford was the hottest guy in senior year, easily, but he already had a girlfriend. Jessica. And for the last few months, Brittney had been playing the part of Jessica, since there wasn't much else you could do when a guy mistook you for someone else. Complaining was like talking to a wall, and just made you look lazy since you couldn't be bothered to try and measure up to the role.

Besides, it wasn't like Brittney was suffering. Her insufferable little posts and boasts and displays of affection with "her" boyfriend in public where irritating in the ****. And Paige was under no illusions that she'd never have it that good: the best she could hope for was being mistaken for some construction worker's wife and popping out sons who'd wander off in the supermarket to whichever woman looked like they'd buy them the most snacks.

But then it had happened. Just this afternoon, while everyone was leaving school, Brittney had picked the exact wrong time to take a bathroom break. Brian had walked out the school gates towards his car, paused for a moment and looked around with a hearthrobbingly confused expression, then smiled as he caught sight of Paige.

"Jessica! There you are! Come on, we're going to be late for dinner!"

Paige had frozen in place. The girls walking by her varied in their reactions: some gawked, some giggled at Brittney's misfortune, some patted Paige on the back and nodded with respect.

Brian tilted his head. "You are Jessica, right?"

Paige came back to herself, nodding her head rapidly while rushing over as quickly as she could. "Yes! Yes! I'm on my way!"

His smile could have melted a glacier. "Awesome!" He gave her a peck on the cheek before jumping into the driver's seat, leaving her to sit in the back with a hand against her face.

She knew that guy's face-blindness was bad. Everything-blindness, if she was being honest. Feminism demanded she fight back against the demeaning treatment.

But for someone like Paige, someone without big boobs or a fat ass or nice hair or a vacuum for a mouth, it was inconcievable they could ever end up with a guy like this. She was five foot nothing with nice legs as her only redeeming feature, and she was going home with Brian Redford.

She couldn't find it in herself to complain too hard.

All that led to her sitting at a table with Brian, his father, and a woman she knew for a fact wasn't his wife. The fact she was black while her "son" was white and was still dressed in a cafe uniform gave it away. She gave Paige a wink before she said Grace, but otherwise spent the rest of the dinner leaning against Mr Redford while eating the food he'd spent the day cooking.

After the food was done, Mr Redford slammed his fist on the table. "So! Jessica. I heard you had your swim meet recently. How did that go?"

Paige had done no such thing. Neither had Brittney, to the best of her memory. Still, half of womanhood was spouting convincing lies on demand. "Oh, alright. I did well in the heats, didn't make it to regionals. Still, I think I might be growing out of my swimsuit a bit."

Brian looked away and shifted in his seat as his father nodded, missing the subtext entirely. Only the "wife" gave Paige a pointed look, which she blushed at. This might be her one night with Brian, she refused to let it end without anything happening. If she had to lay it on a little thick, so be it.

"Good, good. How about you, Brian?"

"Alright. Classes were decent. Mrs Lavinia still has no idea what she's talking about, but I'm managing using stuff from the library."

Paige was pretty sure there wasn't a Mrs Lavinia in their school.

"Mostly I was just looking forward to tonight." He took Rachael's hand in his own, giving her a sideways glance before looking at his father. "I really care about her, and I wanted you guys to meet."

Internally, Paige was laughing and jeering at Brittney for missing the one night that mattered in the relationship. Externally, she was the picture of demure happiness.

"Well that's just wonderful." Mr Redford reached out and patted Paige's hand. His own palm dwarfed hers, and his skin was warm. "I look forward to seeing a lot more of you going forward. Hopefully not too much!"

Brian groaned at his father's antics, who laughed it off before they got into a long conversation about sports that went over Paige's head entirely. She took the opportunity to lean forward and whisper to the black woman. "So who actually are you?"

She grinned. "Technically speaking, I'm a janitor. But I got pulled in to work a barista shift today, and saw my shot when the big guy here lost track of his wife after picking up their coffees. Rookie mistake there."

Paige tilted her head. "What do you mean? Have you done this before?"

"Oh yeah. Plenty of times. I haven't had a permanent address in years: I just go wherever the men take me. It's easier that way. Cheaper too." The woman grabbed another dinner roll and chewed on it while Paige looked at her in disbelief. "I'm serious! If I can become a stay at home wife, then I can keep the gig going a long time. They don't tend to bring random women home if they know they have a wife waiting for them already. And if I find a loving husband, all the better. For a free roof over my head and some affection, I'll be whoever they want me to be."

Paige sat back in her seat heavily. She wasn't sure how to feel about that being what probably awaited her in her future.

"And what about you, girl? How long have you two been dating?"

Paige blushed again. She couldn't help it. "Only since this afternoon."

The woman laughed. "Hot damn! You picked a good time, didn't you? Got a good meal out of it, some nice attention. You'll be going home feeling happy tonight."

She had to stand her ground. "I'm not going home tonight. Not until I've gotten what I came here for."

"Hmmm." The woman pursed her lips. "Wanting is a dangerous thing in this world, especially for a woman. Be happy with what you have and don't ask for more than that. You never know what might happen next otherwise."

"Pfft." Paige didn't have time to listen to all this. "It'll be fine. Men are predictable."

"Yes." There was a hint of something else in the woman's voice, something deep and mischievous. "Yes they are."

It was the fucking bathroom break that got her.

Paige should've known better. She really should have. She hadn't even relieved herself, just gone to wash turkey grease off her hands and check herself in the mirror for maximum attractiveness. She arrived back in the dining room at the same time as the woman, who'd gone to clean up the dishes. At the sound of their respective partners returning, the men looked up with wide smiles.

"Well then." Mr Redford rose. "Shall we retire?"

Brian grinned. "I like the sound of that."

And then, blushing up a storm, he reached out his hand...

And took the woman by her hand, walking up the stairs towards his room.

Paige blinked. For the second time that day, she was left stunned, frozen in shock.

That freezing was her final mistake.

"Well, honey." Strong arms around her, lifting her up into a bridal carry. "Time to go to bed."

Paige sputtered and protested the entire way up the staircase.

"I'm not your wife!"

"Nonsense. I'd recognize the woman I married."

"I'm too young!"

"I know, I know. You look 21 to me as well."

"I came home with your son!"

"And I appreciate you picking him up from school. Let me repay you."

Five seconds. Five seconds out of sight and they'd been switched. She couldn't believed it. They walked past an open door, one she could hear Brian's voice coming out of, and for a moment she considered yelling out to him and trying to get help.

Then she caught a glimpse of the scene on the other side of the doorway. Brian sat with the woman in his lap, her apron off and pants undone, his hands groping her massive chest under a faded t-shirt. "Woah. You weren't kidding about outgrowing your swimsuit-"

And then it was gone. Mr Redford opened up the door at the end of the hall, and walked into the master bedroom. Paige was gently deposited onto the massive queen sized bed, and had barely managed to right herself when she saw Mr Redford unbuttoning his shirt.

"Ah, Mister Redford, I-"

"Always with the formality! We're married, dear. Call me John."

"John. I don't-" Paige bit her lip. That was a lot of chest hair. She soldiered on: "I don't think I'm in the mood tonight." She'd be damned if she was losing her virginity to a man old enough to be her father.

Even if he did look a lot like Brian in the right lighting...

She shook her head rapidly as Jo- Mr Redford laughed. "Always with this song and dance! You say the same thing half the nights we spend together. So I'll do the same thing I always do as well."

Anything Paige was about to say died in her throat as Mr Redford dropped his briefs, and his cock sprung out.

She blinked, not quite believing what she was seeing at first. That wasn't a dick. She'd seen dicks before, in unwanted messages and giggling sessions of passing photos around with her friends. This was a third leg or something, a prosthetic, because there was no way a dick could be that large. It was thicker than her wrist, longer almost than her arm, and...

And it was slowly lengthening. It wasn't fully erect yet.

She licked her lips unconsciously. Mr Redford crossed his arms, smiling with confidence she realized now was fully earned. "There we go. Changed your mind yet?"

She hadn't. Really, she hadn't.

But she was here already, and Brian was occupied, and she was horny from dinner, and she was never going to see a cock this big again in her life, and... and...

She couldn't help fidgeting as she responded. "Can you be gentle?"

"As I always am. Treat it like your first night, that's the way you like it." Paige silently thanked whichever former wife had gotten that idea into his head as he stepped forward, hands on her shirt. "Now are you going to get undressed, or should I do it for you?"

She let him do it, strong hands delicately pulling her shirt away before fiddling with her bra. He didn't seem to notice her heavy breathing as his cock rested against her stomach, burning hot and throbbing against her bare skin. Next came her skirt, kneeling down before her so he could slide it off before moving on to her panties. She looked away blushingly as he stared at her crotch, wishing she'd somehow had the foresight to shave, before gasping as he put his head forward and began to lick and suck.

"John!"

He looked up at her with a grin, chin shining and stubble sticky. "It's necessary, dear. To prepare you."

She couldn't speak as he moved back in, triggering her first orgasm by someone else's hands (or tongue). He gave her another after that, and another, eating her out like he was starving. When she eventually lay back on the bed, legs tingling and hole spasming, it took her some time to notice him standing in front of her, fully erect.

"Alright. My turn. Unless...?"

She wanted to tell him to stop, to stay back. To call it quits. But looking at his cock, feeling it poking against her entrance...

Paige nodded, and Mr Redford grinned before beginning to slowly thrust inwards.

There was a building pressure, and then a brief spike of pain, small enough Paige barely noticed it next to the slowly building fullness. She groaned as he pushed in slowly, slowly, feeling her body shift and stretch around him to the absolute breaking point. It took nearly half a minute for him to work himself all the way in, and just as long to pull himself back again.

By this point Paige was panting like a dog in heat. Mr Redford had noticed, looking down at her with smug satisfaction. "Faster?"

She nodded rapidly, and he began to thrust back and forth. Still slowly, but gaining speed, getting faster and faster until she was rocking the mattress with every push and pull. She'd been trying to hold her voice back for Brian's sake, but realized it was pointless after the first orgasm. It seemed to just spur Mr Redford on, at one point picking her up with both hands around her waist and just bouncing her in place like a sex toy. Paige had gone nearly limp by then, arms hanging by her sides and head lolling as her entire world was reduced to her hole and the cock inside it.

An endless moment of thrusting and grunting and clenching and pulsing pleasure later, Paige felt Mr Redford come to a stop. She was about to start begging him to keep going when she felt it: he'd grown still. Tense. And his cock was pulsing inside her.

He wasn't wearing a condom.

"Wait-"

But it was too late. Her entire body shuddered as he came inside her, high pressure blasts of semen filling her up until she could feel herself nearly overflowing. He pulled out of her with a wet pop, leaving her gasping on the bed, eyes staring at the ceiling without seeing a thing.

She'd just been creampied by her boyfriend's dad. She had no clue if it was a safe day or not, she'd always been uncomfortably erratic with her cycle. She might be pregnant. She might-

"What's the matter, dear?" John had gone to get a glass of water from the bathroom, walking back in with moisture dotting his beard and his pants still missing.

Paige couldn't speak. Still, he seemed to catch something in her expression. "Ah. Don't worry, I got my lines cut years ago. Remember? One child was enough for us." He ambled over to the bed and sat down on the side of it, reaching for a packet of cigarettes. "Sorry for not reminding you sooner."

Something about the way he said that last bit caught Paige's attention.

She knew it was rude to bring up, practically useless all things considered. Everything she'd ever heard from another woman told her it wouldn't end well.

And yet...

"You do know I'm not your wife, right?"

John paused, midway to lighting a cigarette. The lighter flame flickered, casting strange shadows across his face.

After a moment's consideration, he finished lighting his cigarette and took a long pull of it, blowing a cloud of smoke into the dim air of the bedroom. "Are you asking me if I noticed that another woman came home with me today?"

Paige nodded hesitantly.

"Of course I did." Another drag. "I'm a man, that doesn't mean I'm blind. You are not the same woman I had in my bedroom the other night. Or the night before that, most likely. I never have a good memory for these things. For all I know you could have been at the altar with me."

It felt like Paige was freefalling. He knew? He'd known for that long? Then why-

"But to answer your real question... I don't like to think of it that way. There's not one perfect woman out there who's the only wife I'll ever have." Another drag. "Can you imagine that? Having to choose one of four billion who is perfect in every way, capable of doing anything you need? Never changing your mind? No, this is easier. I don't have a wife in the same way I have a car, or a house. But I do have a job, and a large bed, and a ring on my finger, all of which make a space in my life that a wife can fit into. There's a lot of spaces like that out there for women. Spaces that they fill as needed."

Paige was invested now. "But why?"

John shrugged. "Why not? And if you're asking why it's women instead of men, that's just one of life's mysteries. I'm jealous of you all, sometimes. I have to be a father and a bricklayer for the rest of my life. You can be anything. You'll live a dozen different lifetimes by the time I'm finished with mine. It's not polite to bring it up, of course. Nobody wants to be told they don't belong somewhere. So we learn to... pretend, I suppose. For your sake."

He snorted. "Then again, I think some of the guys down at the site aren't faking it. We can be pretty stupid."

Paige felt mortified. It was one thing to fuck her boyfriend's dad when he hadn't noticed. It was another altogether for him to be aware of it the whole time. For him to know that she'd done it by choice.

She wanted to crawl out a window. Instead, she managed to speak up again. "So... what now?"

John raised an eyebrow. "Be glad you ended up with me, for one. I have patience for this stuff, but stupid questions like that won't endear you to most men. For tonight, you're my wife. Nothing you can do to change that." He shifted on the bed, purposefully extending a leg so she could see his cock, even now slowly growing hard again. "The only question is what my wife feels like doing now."

Paige swallowed heavily.

The next morning, Brian hurried downstairs with his hair in complete chaos, bowing his head as John chuckled good-naturedly from the counter. The woman followed soon after him, wearing a senior uniform that looked pornographic on her, baring her entire midriff and most of her thigh.

She made a beeline for the kitchen, and spoke quietly. "So you've made your choice, then?"

Paige nodded, still trying her best to mix pancake batter while moving around in her new apron. "Yep. I think I might try the stay at home life for a while. How about you?"

"Eh, Brian was good, but not great. He didn't inherit much from his Dad. I'm probably going to go back to school, see how long I can ride that train. Lunches are cheap, and I never did fully figure out algebra."

Paige couldn't imagine why someone would willingly go back to school. Then again, maybe she'd end up missing it someday too. "Fair enough. Guess I won't see you again."

"Guess not."

Any bonding moment they might have been experiencing was cut off violently as Paige caught up to something the woman had said earlier. "Hey, wait. How do you know about John's..?"

The woman laughed. "We had a quickie before you two got home. Nearly blew my back out. I'm warning you now, girl. He's insatiable."

Paige tried and failed to hide how much that excited her.

They talked for a few minutes more about aimless pleasantries before Brian noticed the time and called for "Jessica" to leave the house with him, and Brian slipped into the kitchen to tell her he had to leave in an hour for the site, but could spare time in the bedroom to "get ready".

As he slipped away upstairs, Paige couldn't stop her mind drifting back to the woman from earlier. There was a reason Paige was willing to try being a stay-at-home housewife for a time: the sound of that kind of stability, of knowing exactly who and what she'd be from one day to the next, was unbelievably appealing after a life spent being shuffled from one empty space to another. She couldn't imagine doing what the woman was doing, offering herself up to whatever fate decided her role would be that day.

But then again, Paige supposed it made sense. Different women would like different things, after all.

They weren't interchangeable.