Meeting Candida at the café

The scene was idyllic when I got there. Reflections of bright sunlight shone on the water, the clear, healthy river running past a pier filled with joggers and people riding bicycles past well placed trees and benches. Shops, hairdressers, bookstores, all interesting local affairs, lined the thoroughfare with wonderful views out across the water as I approached my destination.

A charming café sat at the center of it all, buzzing with the hum of happy conversation. Smiling families out for a day at the museum or the park, students, tired from long nights racing to get coursework done yet triumphant and grateful to be getting food and sharp business professionals discussing future plans had all mingled, as focused yet easy-going staff brought out pancakes, waffles, sausages, eggs and all manner of delicious breakfast foods.

Sitting at the center of it all, at one of the best tables in the place, sat Trent. He was wearing a designer sweatshirt in a sky-blue color with jeans and expensive white sneakers, his muscular body still being obvious as he stood to greet me with a big smile on his face. I felt my own annoyance spark at Lisa’s rising elation at seeing him, but I couldn’t resist enjoying her positive emotions as I got closer.

“Hi babe, I’m so happy to see you!”

Trent said as he took initiative and pulled me into a surprise kiss. I let out a surprised moan as I felt a happy rush seem to flow through me at his touch, an energy in the back of my knees and elbows forming, like just being around him had me fully charged.

Convincing him to leave Lisa alone is going to be harder than I thought, if this is how she feels about him…

I could feel some stares on us as we kissed, and knowing people were watching excited me a little, as I felt my pussy warm up from the thought of it. Breaking the kiss, Trent pulled my chair out for me, which I duly accepted.

“I took the liberty of ordering for us already. I know how much you love French toast, after all.”

He beamed a wholesome smile that I couldn’t help but feel irritated about.

Oh, look at you, so close with Lisa!

But… I couldn’t deny both Lisa and I loved French toast. I decided to just play along with this little charade for now, before confronting him a little later. After all, he didn’t yet know if he was talking to the real Lisa, or me wearing her like a suit.

“Thanks babe, that was so thoughtful!”

I smiled bashfully, knowing how cute it would look on Lisa’s face.

“So, I’ve been thinking… do you have any plans today?”

The surprise of the question and the casual sincerity with which he asked it caught me off guard, and I answered without thinking;

“I don’t have classes today… I guess I’m free.”

“That’s great! I was thinking, you’ve been so busy with classes, we haven’t had a chance to spend a full day with each other yet. Today I want to spoil you, so I have a couple dates planned out for us. No matter what, we can do the other plans later anyway. I know we’ve got a bright future ahead of us.”

I found myself blushing a little at being treated so nicely, and the mention of “the future together” in particular had me feeling really good.

“I… that sounds really good.”

“Of course, a few of the activities we could do together involve putting other people on, but I know you’d enjoy that more than you’d let on.”

I narrowed my eyes slightly at that comment, clearly more addressed to Alex rather than Lisa, before just deciding to play dumb.

“Putting other people on? What does that mean? Like lying to them, or… Trent, you don’t mean, being with other people, do you?”

“Wait, what?”

He said, clearly taken aback. It seemed he hadn’t planned so much on just the regular Lisa meeting him today.

“You’re not… you’re not cheating on me, are you? Already?”

I said it quietly, with the intensity of a pure, honest girl whose heart is about to break, letting the “already” quiver a little with suppressed emotion.

“Oh shit… I really messed this one up.”

He chuckled to himself, speaking more for his own benefit that mine at this point.

“Sorry Lisa, I thought you were someone else. I really thought he would have shown up for you. Maybe he just doesn’t care about you as much as I thought. Well, I’ll still use you as a bargaining chip, naturally, but this part of the conversation is going to need to be edited out of your memories. Come on.”

“Trent, what do you mean…?”

He pulled in closer to me, an aura of genuine affection coming down on him instantly, a master actor resuming a role to cover up the ego of a serial killer having its fun giving hints at the truth.

“Lisa… I’m so sorry. It was just a kiss at a nightclub, please believe me, I was drunk and stupid. I… I know it doesn’t make it better, but please, please, come with me somewhere private, and I’ll explain everything.”

He started standing, grabbing my hand like he was going to pull me out of the café, before I decided to end the charade.

“I really got you with that one, huh?”

I relished the evil grin I let on my face, as Trent turned surprised at my reveal, drawing close once again to say;

“Alex?? No way.”

He got a big smile of his own now, continuing;

“Oh wow, you really had me. Me! I think it was the eyes, and the little inflections in the voice… you’re a little too good at this.”

He resumed his seat and we both sat again, leaning closer so we were talking without being overheard.

“Cause damn, Lisa doesn’t really have it in her to lie like that, so it’s all you just re-interpreting her personality and twisting it for your own ends. You’re kinda dangerous, you know? And you’re a real natural at wearing a girl’s body. I don’t know if fate should take the credit, or just my own incredible judgement, but I was so right to pick you.”

He laughed, and I found myself blushing again, touched at the praise, even if it was for a dubious reason.

“Well, maybe don’t give yourself too much credit now. You’ve probably gotten a big enough ego as it is.”

I laughed too, having a good time despite myself.

It won’t be too bad to relax and enjoy myself a little now, will it?

“Miss, your French toast. Sir, your eggs and bacon.”

The waitress laid down our meals, both looking delicious. I felt my own hunger grow even keener now that the meal was in front of me, French toast with some bacon on the side, a tub of maple syrup too. I greedily covered it in the syrup before getting to work with my knife and fork, a pleasured moan escaping my lips at the first bite.

It was so tasty! I’d never been at this café before, but it immediately rocketed up to one of my favorite breakfast spots in the town. I could see Trent watching me while I ate, and I gave him a glare.

“What? I love French toast, okay? I’m not going to censor how much I enjoy it.”

“No…”

He started laughing again. His voice was deep but rich, and it had a musical quality to it, the mirth infusing it not making it naturally attractive.

“… it’s just that, you’re so cute when you let yourself go and just have fun. And so cute in general, especially right now.”

The blush rose to my cheeks again, redder than before, as I rubbed my bare legs together under the table almost subconsciously.

“Shut up already…”

I said, quietly, hiding my face for a moment with the menu and pouting.

“I don’t want to see you right now.”

It just caused him to laugh even more, before he started into his own breakfast.

It was around this time that I started to overhear some comments from other tables, and I could feel warm smiles from most of them as they glanced at us, our presence adding a little extra decoration to their own conversations, if only briefly.

At the table of a married couple with their young children, the husband placed his hand on his wife’s saying;

“Reminds me of us, when we first started dating.”

“Oh honey, I don’t know it we were ever that cute, after all you took me to see a horror film about killer clowns for our second date.”

They laughed at their funny memories, while some students a few tables over commented;

“Oh man, check out that girl!”

“I think I’ve seen her a few times on campus, she maybe does biology or something? She’s hard to miss, no matter what.”

“Biology is a fitting subject for a girl with a body like that.”

“Oh yeah, you think you’d have good “chemistry” with her?”

“Shut up you idiot, can’t you see she already has a guy?”

“Typical, huh? Guys like us could never compete with a guy like that, all money, muscle and looks. Of course a 10/10 girl is with someone like him.”

Overhearing these conversations… it made me so conscious of what was happening here. To all these onlookers we appeared to be a perfect couple, attractive young people playfully flirting while they enjoyed their youth to the fullest. But then, hadn’t that been what I’d always wanted? I’d come to college hoping to make good memories, lots of friends, start dating. In the last few days I’d hung out with plenty of new people, enjoying deep friendship with Emmy and Ashley I never could have experienced before. I’d been to a wild party, went home with a perfect stranger, had the best sex of my life.

Now I was in a fun relationship, full of intimacy and chemistry. I had a hot partner, and looked better than I ever would have been capable of looking before. It’s just… I looked down at “my” breasts, seeing the view from above as they pressed against the bra and sundress I was wearing. None of this had exactly been “me” living this life. I’d stolen it all from Lisa.

But then… wasn’t this exactly my fetish? Thinking about all these people, looking over at us… seeing Trent and not knowing what he really was, and seeing the beautiful body of Lisa, that “10/10 girl” who those students lusted after, not knowing that I’d stolen everything from her. Her breasts, her smile, her thighs, her toes, her pussy… all of it I’d taken to adorn myself, burrowing inside her tight body and finding it even more comfortable than my own.

My conflicted feelings ran around my head in between bites of the syrup covered French toast, while the dilemma raged inside me. Was any of this okay? Was it alright for me to be enjoying this as much as I was? Should I push to confront Candida now, and get her promise that she’d leave Lisa alone?