Jaycee's Blog - Wed, July 6

Last week, as I'm sure you'll recall, Brooke kind of forced me to invite Mandy for dinner and mend the fences between us. That went...well enough? For starters, Mandy showed up a little late (like, over an hour late), and when she did, I could immediately tell she was a little drunk. She half-apologized, admitting she was originally here on time then had changed her mind. She'd gone to a local bar, had had a few drinks, fended off a handful of jerks, and finally decided to show up.

She looked good, of course. Even though I'm in Brooke's body, it doesn't compare to Mandy's natural and sexy curves. Her boobs are bigger than mine, and her thin waist flares into a pair of sexy hips and butt that would have given me an instant hard-on had I been a male. She was wearing a short black dress that put her breasts and thighs on public display. And judging from her plunging cleavage, it wasn't hard to guess she was wearing no bra and probably no underwear. And of course, as promised, she was wearing  black high-heeled boots that reached above her knees.

It was an outfit that screamed sex, though it was entirely possible that this was one of her most modest outfits. Truth be told, even though I was still angry at her for returning to Brooke behind my back, I couldn't help fantasizing about angry, revenge sex with her.

And that's when the puppet show started.

I should point out that after my last blog entry, Brooke had me set up several webcams all over my apartment so she'd have a constant view of what was happening—yes, even in the bathroom and bedroom.

I greeted her and licked her boots as promised when I invited her. Then I offered her a glass of wine and had her sit at the kitchen counter while I re-heated dinner.  I could feel my loins warming up, no doubt a remote command from Brooke. My mind was constantly being filled by thoughts of my body pressing against hers and my fingers finding their way between her legs or mine. There was kissing as well, between any set of lips you care to think about.

It was very distracting, and made small talk both difficult and superficial. Eventually, though, Mandy took the reins.

"Okay, Jaycee," she said, putting her glass down. "Why don't we get this over with? Last night, you said we'd talk, so let's talk."

"We are talking," I said, dreading what would come next.

She shook her head. "No, we're chatting. I mean talk."

There was a pause, then I finally said "Fine."

Not that I had a choice with Brooke pushing me remotely, but I let it all out. How I had loved her way back then, really loved her, and how devastating her betrayal had been. Her cheating with Brooke had crushed me. It had left me feeling like I wasn't good enough for any woman, that Brooke would always be a better choice. Over time, it had left me insecure and broken, unable to form deep relationships because I always expected I'd be cheated on.

Once the words started coming out, I couldn't stop them, no matter how hard I tried. I had tears of frustration because I didn't want to talk about this. I wanted to hold on to my anger instead. When I was done, I bowed my head and wept in silence, feeling raw shame at my forced admission.

Then I felt Mandy near me, drawing me into a hug. Despite my shame, my earlier arousal was still present, and the feeling of her boobs pressed against mine reignited a flood of dirty thoughts.

"To tell you the truth," Mandy whispered in my ear, "I was only ever attracted to Brooke for the sex part. You were always the better man."

"Not anymore," I said with a half-chuckle, wiping my tears. "Have you seen my boobs lately?"

The Mandy lifted my face and stared into my eyes.

"Now," she said, "you've got Brooke's body and Jaycee's mind. I'd say that's the total package."

From there, we took things to the bedroom, where clothes were ripped and skin rubbed against skin until it was too late for Mandy to go back home. She slept over.

We never had that dinner after all...

--Jaycee