The break-up happened that summer, and it had not been pretty: he had been cheating for three months, Brandi caught him, confronted him, defensiveness on his part, shouting, door-slamming — classic just-what-you-see-in-the-movies stuff.
Jaylon had been an asshole.
How had she even been with him!
Oh. Yeah. The thing.
The thing he liked that she liked, too.
Pegging.
Who had brought that up? Brandi actually couldn't remember.
But, oh my god! Those few times they did it when things were good between them.
Seeing his face when she hit the spot.
Hearing his moans!
Which was the most arousing? It was absolutely impossible to say, Brandi remembered thinking when she was still with him. One night when they were still together, she was masturbating while thinking about the time she pegged Jaylon the night before he went out of town on a football weekend with a group of buddies.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" he had moaned, grasping the sheets and squirming beneath her while she bent over him, his ankles over her shoulders, as she slid her strapon cock slowly in and out of his asshole.
When he started panting, Brandi knew he was close, and she pushed all the way inside and sealed her crotch up against his taint, gently lifting his balls up and out of the way in the process.
Then she began fisting his cock as she gyrated slowly with her hips, knowing what the other end of her double-ender was doing inside his ass and up against his prostate.
And what it was doing to her! The bulb end of the dildo nudging against her G-spot as she fucked him — oh, damn, but that felt good! The way she was able to squirm into him rubbed the harness over her clit deliciously. Mmmmmm.
The absolute best time, though it only happened once, was when they both came at the same time.
It had been absolutely mind-blowing, and the idea that what
she
was doing to
him
as the way to make
him
come at the same time she was giving herself such huge pleasure . . . well, the memory of that — even given the fact she now had to divorce Jaylon from her thinking when she thought about the act — guaranteed a pussy-tingling reaction every time that frequently led to masturbatory sessions. Though the climax wasn't as satisfying as having a guy to do it with for real, it could still be pretty intense.
So, yeah. Jaylon was good riddance now, but Brandi really missed having a special man in her life, someone to cuddle with, to kiss, to hug and get hugged back . . . and to play together with the strapon that now sat unused in her dresser drawer.
So here it was, months later. The first of those months after the break-up had been completely man-free as she dealt with the anger of what Jaylon had done. Then, by mid-September, at least she dipped her toe back into the water with a date here, a date there, nothing special or serious but enough to get that needed reminder that, yes, she was still desirable and could be attractive to men who probably weren't assholes like Jaylon.
Making sure she was attractive was for herself, though, not for the guys who might notice. After Jaylon, it was important that Brandi work on herself, build up her sense of her rightness, emphasize that she deserved to bring out the best in herself. While always attractive as a pretty redhead with a nice figure, Brandi decided to get to the gym on a regular basis, both for the endorphins that would kick in during a focused workout and for the results the workouts produced.
Now, though, the second week of October had crept up on her, and a certain guy at the gym where she worked out had caught her eye, had smiled at her a time or two as they crossed paths between the track and the weights, and who, by all the clues she could ascertain as she secretly eyed his bottom as hidden by his workout shorts, had an absolutely divine, toned and firm butt.
It was a Wednesday night, and she bumped into divine-butt guy at the counter inside the gym's entrance. He was leaving, she was coming in for a workout.
He smiled at her. A good sign.
Tilting his head toward a poster that had been tacked up on the bulletin board hanging underneath the counter, he said, "Might be fun. You going?" he asked.
Oh, what beautiful lashes, Mr. Divine-Butt
, thought Brandi.
"Going?" she asked, smiling.
"The Halloween party. The gym is putting one on as a thank-you to the membership," he replied.
Brandi glanced at the poster. "Oh, I haven't seen that before." She turned her gaze back to the guy —
And those gorgeous brown eyes!
she thought — "maybe I will."
"It's a costume party," he said a little clumsily, looking down at his gym bag. "I'll bet you'd look good in a costume."
Brandi thought it was a sweet comment, and he actually did seem a little nervous about telling her this.
It was endearing.
"I mean, uh, well, umm, well, don't think I'm being creepy or anything when I say you'd look good in a costume," he stammered. "Whatever costume you'd wear would look great, I'm sure."
He was stumbling all over himself. How cute!
"No, no — I know you meant it as a compliment," Brandi said. "And, thanks."
"So maybe I'll see you there," he said, a sigh of relief something he couldn't quite conceal. "Have a good workout."
Mr. Divine-Butt hurried out, and Brandi laughed at the interchange. He was interested, yet he was shy, and he was going to be at the party.
Hmmmmm.
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