Revenge and deceit [Closed]

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Name: Amanda Myles
Age: 21
Height: 5'7

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Word travels fast.

At least, that’s what I thought immediately after waking up on an ordinary Tuesday morning. I lazily glanced towards the alarm clock before getting up, quickly noticing the lights illuminating from my iPhone. 24 new messages. And all of these were devoted to my current relationship status; single. Breakups are hard, especially when you’re a gal like me who has been with exactly one man up to the age of 21. The breakup in of itself was horrible to begin with - finding your boyfriend making out with some random girl in your school’s campus is both embarrassing, frustrating and downright heartbreaking. Here I was in the direct aftermath, the day after the breakup.

As for the messages? None of them interested me in the slightest. They were all from random acquaintances, wishing me the best and if I wanted to talk. However, these were offers that I wouldn’t take up. I knew what they were after, and I guess in some way I didn’t blame them. I was often considered one of the most attractive women around. My body was something to brag about, I guess; seeing as I had the most perfect figure resulting from careful dieting and exercise, huge heavy breasts, matched with the perfectly slim waist and long, strong legs. I didn’t normally wear tight pieces of clothing but hey, I guess today was an exception. Sure, I initially felt miserable but somehow, I wanted to get back at my ex. Somehow.

So I found myself after my morning routine, dressed up in a dark blouse, showing just the right bit of cleavage, along with a perfect pair of jeans and high heels. The shoes were a nice touch - it made me seem taller, standing at about 5’9 with them on. I noticed the glances towards me, as I left my apartment. I guess, it felt sort of nice - even if my choice of bra made my heavy bust bounce and sway with every single movement I made.

Then, I received a message from...Ben.

Ben was my Alex's - my now ex-boyfriend's - best friend. I wasn't sure why he was calling me, but I quickly found myself answering the phone.

"Hello?"
I asked, as I exit my apartment building.
 
"But You need to blow off your classes this afternoon too. I will meet you at your place at 2pm -- you stop by to get drinks, any alcohol you choose, just bring lots of it ... and I will bring food."

"Well - okay I guess but" I tried to say over my side of the line, but Ben was persistent enough to completely stop me on my tracks.
"See you then." he said, hanging up.

It was an odd thing, but I guess that I was looking forward for a little bit of company. Cutting off classes today was pretty much on my agenda already, but originally I hadn't planned on spending that time with anybody, especially not with anyone immediately associated with my ex. I had gotten myself my cup of coffee and carried on through my morning ritual, though a bit under house arrest after that I purchased some alcohol, given that I didn't truly feel like going outside.

Now at my place, and the clock nearing 2 PM, I couldn't help but remember a certain conversation that I had a while back with a friend of mine named Betty.

She had been going through a situation where she and her boyfriend were completely at odds with one another. So, to get even with him, she decided to go ahead and have sex with his best friend. She called it something along the lines of a 'revenge fuck'. The entire memory of the conversation is smudged with a night of alcohol, but I recall agreeing with her and that if I ever did find myself wanting revenge, that I should do something similar.

Wait, didn't I tell Ben this? For the life of me, I couldn't remember. I shrugged it off as I placed the Smirnoff into the fridge.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by knocking on my door.

"It's 2 already?" I thought to myself, realizing how easy it was for me at this time to get completely lost within my own mind. I get to the door and open it.

"Hi Ben." I say with a smile.
 
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The hug was something new, I think, as I found it unexpected. For a while, we held each other tightly there, his embrace not seeming to be weakening until I caved in as well. I figured that at this distance, he could smell the strawberry perfume that I had and feel my chest practically squished on him. Still, all things considered the hug was pretty nice. Ben eventually did let go, as we made our way inside of my apartment.

I grinned as he brought over some sushi, as he knew fully well that it was one of my favorite dishes. As he spoke, I began to take out some glasses from the cupboard, and poured some alcohol into them. "Well, we'll be having some Smirnoff. I hope you don't mind." I said happily, before handing him a glass.

"I am here for you, so feel free to vent or whatever, because today is all about you and I will surely keep it private. So, whats on your mind?"

"That's awfully sweet of you Ben." I said before taking a seat next to him "But I don't want to even talk about Alex or act so gloomy. I mean, it's just goodbye to bad rubbish, no?"
 
"So what do you say we polish off this bottle and then go make some bad decisions."

I raise an eyebrow and smile, as he quickly does to same and continues:
"...like Karaoke Night or...what do you enjoy doing to keep a smile on your face Amanda?"

I shrug as I finish with my sushi, afterwards replying with "I don't know, I haven't really go through what I was going to do today. I won't lie though, I'm feeling a quite a bit bitter - but I won't let that get to me" before grabbing our dishes and placing them on the sink. I then go and ask him "Anything you have in mind? You're pretty much stuck with me the entire day." with a grin on my face.
 
"But before we go out, what do you say we get showed and changed for a night on the town."

I nearly raised an eyebrow for this, though realize that he probably wasn't implying on us showering together. Oddly enough, this is something that Alex often wanted from me, though I denied him of anything of the sorts. The prospect of a 'revenge fuck' did emerge in my head, though I quickly shake it off.

"I'm sure youve got some great club outfits here, but if im stuck with you and cant leave -- i sadly have to wear this shirt to go out...unless you happen to have another one around here some place that would match these jeans."

"Well..." I say to both myself and him "I have a few outfits here that I guess that I could wear. Give me a moment to try them on." as I head over to my wardrobe. I search through the pieces of clothing and come across three different attires that I could wear - subconscious picking anything that emphasized on my curves; a white top, which gave out a generous amount of cleavage, alongside with tight denim shorts that hugged my backside; a black cocktail dress that gorgeously showed off my hourglass figure; a black blouse matched with a short skirt - each left on top of my bed. Although I didn't intend for him to find it, I left two different type of matching undergarments; a thin fabric white bra with silk panties and a lacy black bra with a thong (which coincidentally, I never wore. It was a gift from Alex).

I hurry off to the bathroom and before I enter, I suggest "Oh, tell me which you like best, okay? I left some clothes on my bed for you to choose from." in a playful manner. I began to discard the pieces of clothing that I have on, ready to change once Ben would slide whatever he picked through the crack that I left open.
 
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I hummed in the bathroom, as I took my hot shower. I guess that I was feeling quite a bit better now, knowing that I was going to out tonight and have fun. I regretted not having given Ben a call immediately after I broke up - it might have saved me from a night of utter despair. Suddenly, I thought I heard the door open up a bit more. I shook it off as just being my imagination until I heard a voice:

"Okay, I've got your clothes -- where shall I leave them? Anything else I can do for you Amanda?"

I flushed with embarrassment, hoping that the steam emerging in the room was enough to cover me up. "U-Um, thank you Ben. No, it's fine, just leave them there and I'll put them on when I'm done." For a second there, I thought that he was going to climb inside of the shower with me. Climbing out with a towel in hand, I dried myself up as I glanced at the mirror. "Looking good" I thought to myself with a wide smile, going over the pieces of clothing that Ben had left.

I was surprised, seeing the thin fabrics that he choose...then seeing the undergarments that he left behind underneath them. My heart raced, seeing as he picked the most scandalous outfits but another side of me emerged; I was curious as to how he'd react to me wearing what he picked out.

And so, I did; stepping out of my bathroom wearing the short skirt that went a bit above my knees. The blouse gave out a great deal of cleavage, though the reason behind that was my own doing - as I had left the top buttons unchecked. As I got out, I spun around, almost modeling for him.

"So, what do you think?"
I asked in an almost naive tone.
 
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