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FRIDAY

I'm heading to my best friend Pete's house on a Friday afternoon. I
typically got off from work early on Fridays and he wanted me to come
over. His live in girlfriend Jessica had just broken up with him and
moved out abruptly. She was hot, but we never really got along. He was depressed and invited me over for some pizza, movies, and to help drink
his sorrows away. We had been friends since high school and he always
seemed to be the luckier one of us two. He was taller than me, made more
money than me, owned his own home, and always did better with the
ladies. I pulled into his driveway and walked up to his door. The door
was ajar and I let myself in.

Closing the door behind me I said, "Hey, Dude, where are you?"

"Over here!" He yelled from his TV Room.

I've been in his house a hundred times. It was always clean and neat.
Not this time. There were pizza boxes all over the floor and the sink
was piled up with dishes. I walked in to the TV Room and saw Pete
sitting on the couch nursing a beer. His hair was all messed up and he
hadn't shaved in days. He was wearing and old t-shirt and shorts. This
was not the Pete I knew. Even though it was just me coming over, he
would at least make himself look presentable. He was taking this one hard.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" I said.

"Don't mess with me today, John, I didn't invite you over to break my
balls," he said,

"This place is a mess and you look awful," I said.

"Thanks," he said sarcastically. "Jess used to keep the house clean."

"I get that, but you look like a hobo," I said.

"Fuck you," he said laughing. "Next time I'll put on a tux when you come
over. Now grab a beer and take a seat," he said.

I walked back to the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge. I opened
it and sat next to him on the couch.

"So you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Not really," he said.

"She just picked up and left?" I asked.

"Yep, didn't even take all her stuff," he said.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"I thought I said I didn't want to talk about it," he said.

"Come on, at least give me the cliffs notes," I said.

"Fine," he began. "I noticed a few weeks ago that she had been going out
with 'friends' a lot. I didn't mind as we had been seeing each other for
over a year and were living together. I went out with my friends, why
shouldn't she be able to go out with hers. Then she was never in the
mood for sex. She was happy to sit on my face, but she wouldn't blow me anymore. Anytime I tried to fuck her, she would say she was too tired.
Over the last few weeks she got off with my tongue and I had to go jerk
off in the bathroom after."

"Damn Dude," I said, "And then what happened?"

"A week ago she spent the whole night out, didn't call, didn't text," he
said. "When she finally came home she said she was too drunk to drive
home and spent the night at her friend's house. I was mad, but then she
said something like, 'You didn't want me drive drunk and hurt myself or
someone else did you?' She always had her way of convincing me of
things, and I let it go."

"She was really cheating, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I was too smitten to realize," he said. "Three days ago it
happened again. She stayed out all night and when I confronted her she
came clean. She had been fucking some dude for the last two months
behind my back. We had a huge fight and she wasn't even sorry. The guy
was moving out West and she wanted to go with him. I was really pissed
and told her to get out. She said fine and that I could throw out all of
her stuff. She was going to start a new life on the West Coast and leave
her old one behind. She walked out the door and I haven't heard from her since."

"Sorry Dude, that sucks," I said.

"Yeah, I thought she was the one," he said.

"Wait, you don't think she..." I started to ask and then paused.

"What?" he asked.

"You don't think she came home after fucking the guy and made you eat
her out do you?" I asked.

"What? No! Gross," he said. "Although..."

"You think?" I asked.

"I did notice she was extra wet and tasted a little funny the lately,"
he said.

"Holy shit," I said, "You ate her lover's cum out of her pussy?!"

He took a big swig from his beer.

"I don't think that will wash it out," I said laughing.

He punched me on the arm and said, "Fuck you, this isn't funny."

Continuing to break his balls I said, "How many 'the one' is that now?"

"Dick," he said, jokingly.

"Let me think," I said, "Jessica, Jennifer, Jill?"

"Fuck off," he said, "How about you? I don't see you ever have any action."

"I do ok for myself," I said. I was lying, and he knew it. Trying to
deflect I said, "What is it with you and chicks and the letter J anyway?"

"I guess it's a coincidence," he said, "Or maybe I just like to be with
people whose name start with the letter J, right John?"

"Now who's being the Dick?" I asked.

"It would be easier, wouldn't it?" He asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Giving up pussy and being with your best friend," he said.

"What?" I said, "I think all that sperm you ate has gone to your brain."

"Screw you," he said jokingly, "But seriously, you never get any pussy
anyway. What would be the difference?"

"I get plenty," I said.

"Name three girls you've fucked," he said.

I hesitated. He knew there was only the one back in college. I stuttered
and said "I...."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he said. "There was only that chick Tara
who was so drunk that you fucked her while she was basically passed out.
If I'm wrong name another one."

"There was..."I paused, not being able to lie and come up with other names.

"That's what I thought," he said, "Just the one, barely."

"Thanks Dick," I said

"I bet you'd look cute as a girl," he said.

"Dude, what are you even talking about," I said, "You're not that drunk
are you?"

"No, but if we were drunk, would it be something you'd think about? It
seems like the only time you get lucky is when the other person is
drunk," he said.

"Listen, Fucko, she wasn't that drunk and she said she loved it. The
next day we decided we were better off as friends. As for this bullshit
you're breaking my balls over, you need to cut it out!" I said.

He started laughing hysterically and said, "Thanks Dude, I just smiled
for the first time in days."

I started to laugh too and he dropped the topic. We continued to drink
beers and ordered a pizza. I helped clean the kitchen and picked up the
garbage while we waited for the food. I knew he wasn't going to do it.
After we ate we watched the latest John Wick movie.

As the movie was ending there was a moment of awkwardness. He put his
hand on my thigh and rubbed it a bit. He said, "Thanks for coming over
and helping clean up. It's nice to have someone around the house again."

I didn't react to where his hand was and said, "Happy to do it Buddy."

We made plans to go out to eat the next night and he walked me to the
door and gave me a bro handshake.

Driving home I had the radio on, but my mind was full of my thoughts.
What was that with him rubbing my leg? What was that nonsense that I'd
look cute as a girl? Would it be easier to settle down with my best
friend instead of constantly chasing after pussy that's not interested
in me? Then I snapped out of it and decided I was thinking crazy. I
blasted the radio and focused on the rest of my drive home.

SATURDAY

The next night we went to dinner as planned. We had a nice meal along
with some drinks and then he invited me back to his house. We do this
all the time, so it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It was a hot
night and when we got back to the house he suggested we go in the pool.

"Dude, that's a great idea, but I didn't bring a suit," I said.

"Yeah, and I don't think you'll fit into one of mine," he said.

"No problem, we can go in next time," I said.

"You can always go skinny dipping," he said laughing.

"Yeah, I don't think so," I said.

"Let me see if I can find you something," he said.

"Ok, I'm gonna hit the bathroom," I said.

I finished up in the bathroom and when I walked out he was standing in
the hallway. He was wearing swim trunks and had taken his shirt off.
That's not what caught my eye though, it was the red bikini on the
hanger he was holding.

"Found you something that should fit," he said.

"What the fuck is that?" I asked.

"One of the bathing suits Jessica left behind," he said. "It looks just
about your size."

"That's not a bathing suit, it's a bikini," I said, "You don't seriously
want me to wear your ex girlfriend's bikini."

"Why not, you didn't want to skinny dip," he said, "You don't have to
wear the top if you don't want to."

"Gee thanks," I said.

"Come on," he said, "We both want to go in the pool. You get dressed and
I'll grab us some beers. Meet me in the pool."

He extended his arm to hand me the hanger. As a reflex I took it. He
walked away and I didn't say anything. I figured what's the difference,
I was going to be underwater most of the time anyway. I walked into the
guest room and got undressed. As a goof I held up the bikini top to my
chest and looked in the mirror. I laughed to myself before putting it on
the bed. I pulled up the bottoms like they were a regular pair of
underwear. He was right, they did fit, but my dick also started to stir.
Was I getting turned on from wearing a bikini? Maybe it's just because I
was pressed against the same material that's touched Jessica's pussy. I
looked in the mirror and it looked like I was wearing a red speedo. I
never had much body hair and being blonde, whatever hair I had was
light. I had to admit I looked pretty good in the bikini bottoms.

I walked out to the backyard and Pete was already in the pool. He
whistled at me and said, "Whoa, I knew that would fit! You look hot! Why
don't you give me a spin so I can see that ass, darling!"

"Fuck you," I said, and I turned around, like I was going to walk
inside, not realizing I was giving him what he asked for.

"Wow, your ass looks great, just like I thought it would," he said.

I turned back around and said, "Dude, cut it out or I'm going home."

"Just breaking your balls," he said. "Come in, the water's wonderful."

I walked closer and I could tell he was staring at me. "What?" I asked.

"It looks like you have some boobies going there, pal, maybe you want to
go put on your top?" He said, laughing.

"That's it!" I said. "I'm going home!"

I turned around and walked back towards the house. I didn't hear him get
out of the pool, but he slowly walked behind me and slapped my ass. Not expecting it, I jumped forward and yelped. As I turned around, he picked
me up.

"Dude, what are you doing?" I asked.

"We said we were going to hang out in the pool," he said. He carried me
to the edge and threw me in the pool. He jumped in beside me and said,
"See, it's nice in here."

"Yeah, you're right," I said.

We both swam around a bit and I forgot I was wearing a girl's bathing suit.

"I love a night swim," he said, "Jessica and I used to come in with me
all the time. And she wasn't shy about skinny dipping."

"Have you thought about who can replace her? There's gotta be a Jane,
Janine, or Jodie out there for you," I said laughing.

"If I had to go for another J, it why not John?" he said and winked at me.

"Would you cut that shit out," I said, "Why would you want to go from a
hottie like Jessica to me anyway?"

"I'm just fucking around," he said, "You know you're cute when you're mad."

"Whatever," I said, brushing it off. "Where's those beers you were
talking about?"

He got out quick to grab us each a beer and he threw a couple
basketballs into the pool. We started drinking and shooting hoops. He
had a full size basketball hoop at the edge of the pool. He had the
height setup where the rim was approximately 10' from the bottom of the
pool. It was like we could shoot regulation hoops with half of our
bodies underwater. As I've said before, Pete has me beat in a lot of
areas, but basketball was not one of them. I would beat him almost every
time we played and today was no different. I kept draining shots while
most of his shots went clunk off the rim or the backboard. One of his
shots missed so badly his ball went out of the pool and he had to go
chase it.

He got out of the pool and I kept shooting. He retrieved his ball and
was standing at the edge of the pool watching me shoot.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, just watching you," he said. "I like the way your little
titties shake when you shoot and you have that cute little bulge in your
bikini bottoms when you jump up out of the water."

"Dude, seriously, this is getting weird. I understand ball breaking, but
I don't need the commentary about my body. Why are you checking me out
anyway?" I asked.

He got back in the pool and handed me my beer.

"You know I'm just messing with you," he said, "I was surprised you
actually put her bikini bottoms on and I've been so horny since she left."

"Well don't get any ideas, I'm not that kind of girl," I said sarcastically.

"Care to make it interesting?" He asked.

"Always," I said.

"I challenge you to a game of H-O-R-S-E," he said.

"You want to play me in basketball?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said, "You pick your stakes."

"Ok, when I win you cut out the comments about me looking like a girl or anything relating to that topic, forever."

"Deal, but when I win, you have to go inside and cover your little
boobies with your bikini top and then come back in and give me a hand
job," he said.

"Dude!" I screamed.

"What?" He asked. "I feel like that's a fair deal. You think you're so
much better than me at basketball anyway. Why wouldn't you take the deal?"

"You really want me to jerk you off?" I asked. "Don't you want something
else?"

"I used to fool around with Jessica in here all the time. I can really
use a release. I can close my eyes and pretend you're her," he said.

"I don't know, this is getting really weird," I said.

"I'll sweeten the deal, we'll play J-O-H-N. That's 4 shots instead of 5,
and since you think you can't lose this should be a no brainer," he said.

"Fine," I said, "But you better keep up you're end of the deal when I win."

"Scout's honor," he said. "I'll even let you go first."

I took the first shot and drilled it, nothing but net. He continued his
bad performance and clanked one off the rim.

"That's J," I said.

"See you were worried for nothing," he said. "Your shot."

I smiled, knowing I had him. I drilled my next shot and he missed. He
had J-O and I was halfway home. I missed my next shot which was ok, he
still had to make his and I had to miss to get my first letter. Somehow
that happened and I had J. I took a sip of my beer to refocus, which
probably wasn't the best idea. It happened again and we were tied at J-O.

He winked at me and said, "Getting nervous?"

"No way, you were lucky on those two. You better not miss again, because
once I'm in control, you're toast."

He missed and I drilled my shot. He proceeded to miss and he had J-O-H.
One more and I could be done with his nonsense. I was so arrogant that I
went for a crazy deep shot to put him away and missed. He made his next
one and I missed again. I didn't know what was going on. We both had
J-O-H and it should never have been this close.

"Next one wins," he said, "Let me try that deep shot you just missed."

He stepped back and chucked up a shot. From where I was standing it
looked like it was way off. I smiled as the ball hit the backboard hard.
I had another chance to put him away, so I thought. The ball hit the
fiberglass backboard at just the right angle that it bounced off the
front rim and dropped through the net.

"Get the fuck out of here," I said, "There's no way you hit that!"

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Your shot."

I knew I had to make my shot. There was no way I was going to give my
best friend a hand job while wearing his ex girlfriend's bikini. I
walked over to the spot and took a deep breath. I put up my shot and
exhaled. It was right on, I knew I had drilled it. I would live to fight another day. All of a sudden a gust of wind blew and it moved the ball
to the side. The wind blew so hard the ball missed the hoop completely
and landed outside the pool.

"Whoa, did you miss on purpose so you would lose?" He asked, laughing.

"Screw you," I said, "That doesn't count. You saw the wind take it."

"All I know is that you missed and lost the game. Looks like you have a wardrobe adjustment to make," he said.

"You can't really expect me to do that," I said.

"That was the bet and you lost," he said.

"Come on, double or nothing," I said.

"What would double be? Two hand jobs?" He asked.

"No, you come up with something else," I asked.

"Fine, since you're being a baby about it I'll make it easy for you. A
standard foul shot, straight on, a shot you've made a million times.
Make it and we're even," he said.

"Ok, and what do you get if I miss?" I asked.

"Well I expect you to get me off wearing the full red bikini, and...,"
he said and paused.

"Just come up with something," I said.

"Ok, I've been lonely sleeping in my huge bed, so if you miss, I get my
hand job and you have to put on one of Jessica's babydoll nighties,
panties, and perfume, and sleep next to me tonight."

"Seriously?" I asked, a little stunned.

"Yeah, I was going to pretend you were her while you were jerking me
off, and I can pretend you're her in bed. No funny business, I promise,"
he said.

"Fine, just let me make the shot and we can be done with this nonsense,"
I said.

"Go ahead," he said.

I got in position. He was right, I've made this shot a million times. I
felt the wind kick up again and instead of repeating my mistake I waited
for it to calm down. The wind stopped and I raised my arms getting ready
to shoot. I released the ball and right away I knew it didn't feel
right. The ball hit the left side of the rim and rolled around before
dropping into the water. I can't believe I missed again. Now what, I
thought to myself.

"Double or nothing, one more time," I said.

"No way," he said, "You lost, fair and square, twice!"

"But..." I stammered.

"No buts," he said, in a stern voice.

I was stuck, and felt like I had no choice. I got out of the pool and
wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked into the house and into the guestroom. The red bikini top was staring at me as I walked in. I was
really going to do this. Is there such a thing as a bad hand job? Maybe
I can make it so bad for him that he finally leaves me alone. I picked
up the bikini top and after a few seconds of fiddling with it I got it
on. He was right about my little man breasts. I could feel them being
held snugly by the bikini. My dick started to stir again and I tried to
clear my head.

I walked back out to the pool and was greeted with a whistle again.

"Damn girl, you fill that out nicely!" He said.

"Enough," I said, "Can we just get this over with already."

"Eager aren't we," he said suggestively.

I got back in the pool and I noticed his swim trunks were on the pool
deck. He was naked in the pool waiting for me. I still can't believe I
had gotten myself into this mess. I decided I would just pretend I was
jerking myself off and not think about it too much. Then he started
talking and that idea was gone.

"I was serious, you really look great in your bikini," he said.

I really wish he would stop calling it MY bikini. "Thanks, I guess," I said.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I said.

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I looked down and he was hard already. We had been friends for more than
10 years, but we had never seen each other naked. Check off another
thing in his column, he was bigger than me. Not just bigger, he was
huge. How could so many girls leave him when he had this huge cock in
between his legs?

"Are you just gonna stare at it or are you going to get me off?" He asked.

I reached my hand underwater and grabbed his hard dick. I couldn't
believe I was touching another man's cock. Not just another man, my best friend. I stroked him slowly and he closed his eyes. I tried to copy
what I did when I was jerking off, but who was I kidding, I pumped as
fast as I could.

He started to moan, "Oh Jess, oh Jess."

At least he was pretending I was Jessica. I kept stroking him back and
forth. It felt weird to be doing this underwater, but it felt weird to
be doing it in general. I was starting to get into it and that was a
problem, because I was getting hard. I panicked. I didn't want him to
think I was enjoying this. I didn't want him to keep pushing me into
doing these things for him. If he knew I liked it, he wasn't going to stop.

I felt his dick get even harder and from a lifetime of experience I knew
what was about to happen. At least he was going to blow his load
underwater and it wasn't going to get on me.

He moaned even louder and yelled, "Yes, Yes, Yes!"

I felt him throb and I looked down to see him ejaculating into the
water. I moved back just in case, but the white fluid spread out under
the water.

"That was great," he said, "Thank you."

"Well you didn't give me much choice," I said.

"Then don't lose bets!" He said, laughing.

"I'm kinda tired," I said, "Are you ready to get out?"

"Yeah, why don't you take a shower in the guest room and I'll lay out
your sleeping outfit," he said.

"You really expect me to sleep with you?" I asked.

"That was the deal," he said, "And I meant it when I said sleep. Not sex...unless you want to."

"Let's start with sleep," I said. "I mean, just sleep, this one time."

"Whatever you say Jessica, I mean John," he said sarcastically.

I walked into the guest bedroom and looked in the mirror at myself in
the red bikini one more time before I took it off. I decided to take a
long shower and prolong whatever Pete had planned for me tonight. I took
at him at his word that we would just be sleeping. I got out of the
shower and dried off. Walking back into the bedroom I noticed the bikini
and the clothes I had worn earlier were gone. I was shocked to see what
was waiting for me on the bed. It was a tiny pink satin babydoll with
black trim. Next to it was a matching thong and a bottle of Gucci perfume.

I pulled the thong up my legs. It was really no different that putting
on a pair of underwear or the bikini bottom until the back strap settled between by cheeks and pressed up against my asshole. I jumped at the
feeling and tried to calm down my hardening dick. I pulled the babydoll
over my head and it barely covered my ass cheeks. I sprayed myself with
the perfume. Wow did I smell girly! My dick was rock hard now and I
started to hyperventilate. My thoughts turned back to what I was
thinking in the pool. I couldn't let him know that I was enjoying this.
Luckily the nightie covered me enough in front that I was able to put my
dick against my stomach and hold it into place with the waist band of
the thong.

I walked into Pete's room and he was already in bed waiting for me. He
was shirtless and only wearing a pair of boxers.

"Wow Jessica, you look even better in babydoll than you do in your
bikini!" He said.

"What's with the Jessica stuff?" I asked.

"I think we'd both rather pretend you're Jessica," he said.

"Ok," I said, giving in.

"Now why don't you climb in cutie," he said.

I gave him a look and got into bed with him. It was a king size bed, and
my hope was it was big enough that he wouldn't have to touch me. Maybe
the smell of her perfume would be enough to get me through this night
and we could go back to normal tomorrow. We were both tired and he
turned off the lights. I was a side sleeper so I rolled over with my
head facing the wall.

SUNDAY

It turns out my chosen sleep position was a mistake as I woke up to Pete spooning me. His arm was draped around me and even worse his morning
wood was pressed up against me. I tried to squirm and break free of his embrace, but that must have sparked something in him. He was snoring
lightly so I knew he was still asleep, but I wished his hips knew that,
because they started to move. His dick was pressing in between my cheeks
with only the tiny material of my thong as a barrier. I squirmed more to
try to get out, but he must have thought it was me thrusting back at
him, because he started to move faster.

I heard him moan, "Oh Jess, Oh Jess," just like he had done in the pool.
I heard him take a big gasp and I knew he was waking up. I felt
something wet against my cheeks and he finally rolled onto his back.

"Oh My God, Dude, you came on my ass!" I screamed.

"Oh shit, sorry," he said, "I was having the most amazing dream about
Jessica."

"Yeah, but she's gone, and your cum is all over me!" I said, freaking out.

"What's the big deal?" He asked.

"The big deal?!" I screamed. "We're best friends and we both like women.
Your semen should not be anywhere near me."

"Ok, calm down, we were just having some fun and you were helping me
out," he said.

"I think my debt has been paid," I said, "Can I take off this ridiculous
outfit and wash up now?"

"Yes," he said, "Ill get your clothes out of the dryer and leave them on
your bed. Sorry if you got upset."

"That's ok," I said.

I got up and walked into the guestroom. I stripped off the babydoll and
thong and hopped in the shower. I washed up and scrubbed my ass so hard
as if that would somehow make it cleaner from his cumshot. I got out of
the bathroom and my clothes were on the bed, washed as he promised. I
put on my button down shirt, pants and shoes.

Pete was waiting for me in the kitchen wearing his bathrobe. He asked me
if I wanted to stay for breakfast, but I was anxious to get out of
there. We gave each other a bro-hug and said we would call each other
later. Walking to my car I reached for my keys. My pants had felt weird
when I put them on, but I really wanted to get home so I just ignored
it. Trying to find my car keys I touched something lacy in my pocket. I
pulled it out and in my hand was a black thong. I shoved it back in my
pocket before any strangers could see. I reached into my other pocket
and felt more lace. I didn't dare pull whatever that was out and got in
the car. Needing to know what was in there I pulled it out to reveal a
bra. Pete had put one of Jessica's bra and panties set in my pants
pockets apparently for me to take home.

I walked into my apartment and I was still exhausted. I stripped down to
my boxers and took a nap. I woke up to the sight of black lace. It
dawned on me that this is the first time I had lingerie in my bed. In my
one and only time, we did it under the covers and she kept her shirt on.
I didn't get to see her bra or her panties. My only sexual experience
lasted two minutes and I didn't even get to see her naked. Then the last
twelve hours popped in my head and I realized I just had double the
amount of sexual experiences with Pete.

My mind was spinning and thoughts started to creep into my mind. Is this something I want to explore? Could I be a girl for him? I knew I still
liked chicks, but my opportunities were severely lacking. I was staring
at the bra and panties and remembered that in all the craziness, he had
cum twice, but I hadn't cum at all. I had a crazy idea to jerk off while wearing Jessica's lingerie. I pulled up her thong, the second time I had
worn one today, and it felt kinda nice. It took me a second to figure
out the bra, but I was able to get it into place. I looked in the mirror
and thought that if I had the rack Jessica did, I would have looked hot.

I was startled when I heard my phone ding. It was a text from Pete.

"Hey Bud, just checking in on you," he typed.

"Hey," I replied, "All good."

"Good to hear," he typed, "I left you a surprise in your pockets, in
case you were interested in some more fun."

I started to type: "Yeah, I'm wearing them now." I quickly deleted that,
not wanting to tell him. Instead I lied and texted back, "Ok, I'll check
it out. I just woke up from a nap."

He didn't respond again so I went about my business. I got back in bed
and began to rub my nipple through the bra. My dick sprang into an
instant erection. I pulled it out of the thong and was stroking it while
I continued to rub my hardening nipple. It didn't take long and I
exploded all over my stomach. I cleaned up and threw the bra and panties
into my hamper. My emotions were all over the place. First I was
disgusted with myself for what I had done with Pete and just done to
myself, but I also thought I could get used to it. I spent the rest of
the day at home watching TV and catching up with some things on the
computer. I had to be up for work so I went to sleep early.

MONDAY

I am always a good sleeper but last night I was all over the place,
constantly waking up. I rarely dream, but when I do they're always wild. Tonight was no different as I had multiple sex dreams. The first one was
me having sex with a girl. I couldn't make out her face, but she was
into it. After getting up to pee I fell back asleep hoping that dream
would continue. The second dream was the opposite. This time I was the
girl and I was being fucked by a faceless guy. I must have been enjoying
it because I woke up to my hips thrusting against my mattress and I had
cum all over my boxers. I hadn't had a wet dream since I was a teenager.
What the hell was going on with me?

I got up and took a shower to clear my mind. I went to work and had a
pretty uneventful time. I hadn't thought about Pete or sex the entire
day. That changed when I got home and there was a shopping bag hanging
on my doorknob. I looked down and saw colors staring back at me. I
quickly brought it inside before any of my neighbors could see. I opened
the bag and saw the Red Bikini and the Pink Babydoll and Thong that I
had worn at Pete's over the weekend.

There was a note that said: "J, since you wore these so well over the
weekend and Jessica isn't coming back for them, I thought you'd like to
keep them. P."

What the hell? I thought to myself. Why was he giving me her clothes? I
now had three sets of them. When he texted me a "Hey" later that night I ignored him. I did what I usually did on a work night, ate dinner and
watched TV. I kept the outfits in the shopping bag and tried not to
think about them.

TUESDAY

I had a better night's sleep followed by the same boring day of work.
When I got home there was another bag waiting for me. This time it was a
Purple Bra and Panties set with a Garter Belt and Purple Stockings.

The note said: "J, just a few more things for your collection. Hope you
enjoy! P."

My collection? This was getting a little out of control now. I put the

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