Staying the night

Here we sat, list of 35 guys. I thought it was a lot but I realized moments ago I thought it could be anyone. Thirty five was a lot less than that! There was a slight chance that I was safe. I cleaned my car, it was investigated by the cops. Only thing I could think of is if the asshole wanted to risk running into the super stud mooching in my house. Honestly Max seemed pretty territorial now. Might be best a guy like that was guarding my house. As far as anyone was concerned Megan was dealt with. She even got me to take some pretty steamy photos for her insta to really sell how far she had fallen. Seeing her excited look in her eyes I knew she loved the photo shoot and how it was affecting me.

It was a hard day, but I felt like I made some closure. In this strange chess game we had made a trap, faking our inevitable loss. Those creepy asshole eyes would finally be off of us, or better yet the asshole might visit thinking Megan was free for the taking. Seeing her walk around in a white bra framing her now bountiful chest and a short checkered red skirt, maybe she was. But I'd be here waiting for him. I called four friends I trusted, and even made sure they didn't have the build or the gender of the suspects. Tom, a complete beef head of the football team. Good heart but not smart. His weakness was women but I needed muscle. Especially if that attacker from last night returned. Marie, a hard ass in business studies. She worked on the side doing social media for events around the college. Marie knew everyone. And although everyone knew her, nobody knew that she was going to be part of the team. Lindsay was the second lady of the team, she was a fitness freak and a prodigy in a few fighting styles. Many men had misjudged her by her looks and paid the price. I needed that dangerous subtlety. Lastly was Don. Don was a typical nerd who had little interest in dating and was a wiz and computer security shit.

Reading the four messages of them all agreeing to meet tomorrow I frowned at the message below. An unread message from me to Laura, "So...what are we now?"

I went to pocket my phone when a message from her buzzed, I nodded and pocketed my phone. "Probably best for you if we take a break. Don't think you are ready for us." Us. God. What a world.

I looked down the hall at the scantily clad beauty sitting by a window enjoying the last of the sunlight in the day. I was single now...I shook my head. I was, and maybe that's a thought for another time. But I needed to give myself a little bit of time to think at least. I sighed and began pacing, lost in my thoughts until something cold hit my back. Turning Megan raised an eyebrow and offered a glass. "The work is done. If anyone in the world needs a drink right now...it's you." I **** a smile and downed the entire glass of whiskey and shook as my body took the shock. Megan laughed, "Well good thing I brought the whole bottle. Why don't we go to my pool and play a drinking game?"

"Outside?" I asked, anxiety already engulfing me.

"No! Look my family is loaded okay? Fuck, I hate admitting it but I can't really keep the act up if you are staying here. This place is pretty over the top. Bunker...indoor pool...two basement floors. Full bar. It's way too much for just me. It's nice to share it with someone."

I let her fill my glass and took a smaller gulp. "You aren't seeing anyone?"

Megan chuckled, "Three days ago I was your cute and typical 'girl next door' nerd. I was busy and disinterested in guys. Now..." I saw how she looked at me and I looked away quickly, "Now it's a bit hard not to think about them. I never really explored the idea but..." She widened her eyes and blushed, "Oh! That's for the pool not here. Let's go forget the world for a few hours. I have a feeling the next few days are going to be just as hard."

I followed her to the basement. I had to admit my eyes were roaming her much more often now. It kept sneaking into my mind. The feeling of inequality. Of wanting to feel like I was getting at least something out of all of this. The fact I was single. My hand reached towards that pert and sexy ass of hers before I pulled back. If I was going to do anything, I wanted to make sure Megan wanted it. Not just her changes that wanted it. As I pulled my hand back I thought I heard a sigh from her. Did she see me?

Going into the basement I gasped. It was like a small community center! Pool, hot tub, game room, bar. Fuck even changerooms. The way she said her family had money so casually I never expected this much money! She stopped walking and I realized I followed her swaying hips to the women's change room. Megan bit her tongue at me in a cute smile, "Sorry. But you can't come in here. Gotta get my swimsuit."

"Knowing you it will probably be the sexiest swimsuit I have ever seen," I joked under my breath before realizing I had said it out loud and widened my eyes. "Oh shit!"

The blonde laughed and placed her hand on my arm, "Chill! You know I like hearing it. Stop acting like my Dad is here or something. It weirds me out."

You rather me pick you up and carry you into the changeroom with me? My brain challenged and I shook out those tempting thoughts. "Right. I forget. I guess I just worry about what part of you is Megan and what part of you is whatever he did."

"I'm Megan. I control it. You made it happen. I owe you remember." She bit her lip and eyed me over, "Maybe I'll repay you after our date?"

"Date?"

The woman rocked her hips as she walked away, "Best thing for a man after a rough breakup is..." I knew what she implied. I felt my blood boiling. Who knew Megan was so...this! Beautiful, smart, seductive, playful, fuck she was even rich and seemed to really be a sweet girl under her teasing nature. Everything happens for a reason! I heard my Mom's voice in my head. Ugh! What a day. Fuck it. I deserved a night off. Whatever happens happens from here on. I walked into the other changeroom and noticed a few pairs of shorts and found one my size. I raised an eyebrow noticing the fit. She had only brought shorts that were...tight in the crotch. My bulge very prominent. Couldn't deny the girl for resourcefulness! Putting on the shorts and taking my shirt off I grabbed a towel and actually had a movie moment on my way out. I dropped the towel, my jaw dropped. I didn't see it for sure but I bet my eyes popped out of my head.

She was perfect. I actually laughed and couldn't stop myself, "Nope. No way."

Megan frowned, "What?"

I shook my head, "I'm sorry but there's no way! You can't look this good. It's not possible! Maybe the weird magic shit, and the heartbreak and getting attacked sure. But no...this isn't real."

She walked up to me and pressed herself against me, I felt her body heat and a groaned. "I'm very much real. And as awkward and cute as you are being, those words are turning me on so much right now you have no idea!"

I leaned in for a kiss and stumbled as she pulled away and strutted. Her perfect ass swaying in her tiny white bikini bottoms. I noticed it. We were both panting. I knew it myself but I bet she wasn't ever this turned on before either. Fuck...I was supposed to be hanging out with...that!? How?

I watched her magnificent body reach the bar and mix us both tall drinks that glowed green and blue. "So let's get in the pool and play a game. Truth or dare."

I laughed again while taking the drink watching her slowly walk into the pool. I followed, afraid I might catch fire with how much my body was heating up. The drink was amazing. Then again with Megan, I wasn't surprised. This was at most supposed to be a rebound. Fuck I was still in love with Laura. But a weird part of me knew that if I never got Laura back and this kept going, I wouldn't mind. "Seriously? You call a date...wear something that might actually cause my head to explode...then ask to play a silly game?"

Megan frowned. As seductive and amazing as she was, magically assisted, she was still at heart a inexperienced woman with guys. It was almost impossible for me to think of that as being possible and I felt guilty. "I just mean like...usually people play games with steaks, or have something suspenseful or dangerous."

The blonde looked at me determined, "If you choose truth and you chicken out you lose a piece of clothing. If you lose a dare..." A sparkle hit her eye, "You have to escalate the date. Tease, kiss, make out, grope etc." She grinned mischievously, "Think you can stay a gentleman on our date?"

I chuckled and watched her move around in waist deep water, feeling my face a deep red, "I don't think there's a way for me to do that no matter how hard I try."

She squirmed and took a sip before muttering, "But it'll be fun to try."

I sigh smiling. I didn't realize how strong she had made the drink. I was almost done and already a little tipsy. Seeing my empty glass she grabbed it. I gave her an appreciative look and enjoyed how close she stood in that outfit, "So who starts?"

"You," she said without hesitation and began climbing out of the pool, her ass bent completely and making me actually drool a bit. God, pull yourself together man!

"Truth."