I looked around and couldn't even figure out where to begin packing. I saw only the empty spaces where Jackie's things once were. The dust still hadn't collected on the coffee table where her books were stacked, the corner looked empty where her rocking chair that she got from her grandma once stood. I let out a sigh and fought back the tears. Despite weeks since the break-up, it still hurt just as bad as that night. "We're not meant to be, Brian," is what she told me...
I finally composed myself and began in the bedroom. I knew her things were completely out of there as she made it a point to take her clothes first. However, as I cleared out everything from under the bed he found something of hers.
A white bra and matching panties that I tore off of her one night after a romantic dinner before making passionate love. I couldn't help but smirk...she always accused me of hiding them on her as if they were some sort of trophy to me. In fact, she must've kicked them under the bed as she got up to clean my cum off of her perfect tits.
Either way I tossed them onto the bed, figuring I'll just throw these out since she blocked my number. There was bound to be more, knowing how bad she was at being thorough.
As usual I was right, and before I even finished packing the bedroom, I found a bottle of perfume, a pearl necklace, one of her antique mirrors, and even a cheesey romance novel of hers.
I had a stack of boxes in the kitchen before long and I went back into the bedroom to decide what to do next....
Oddly enough, though I had an ushakeable urge as if these items were bringing me closer to my lost love. I held up the bottle and sprayed a spritz into the air, smelling the oh so familiar scent of Jackie. I must have gotten high from the perfume, because seemingly without thinking I was pulling her bra around my back and her panties up my legs, nestling what I could fit of my manhood in the stretchy fabric.
What the fuck was I doing? I was invading the privacy of the woman I loved...still love...need back! I went to pull the underwear off, but I could feel Jackie's presence again. I don't know what it was, but I couldn't bring myself to take these off. So, I got back to packing my things.
As I did so, I could feel more of a connection to her. I cought myself in a mirror as I walked by it and it was as if I saw Jackie's cute little ass in these panties. Later I was unloading a cabinet and had to use the stepstool I bought for her. The straps of the bra weren't digging into my back quite as much, and it was as if my hips were getting wider, because the thong was riding up my hips towards my oddly narrow waist.
I began doing Brian's laundry...I mean my laundry. It must have been the lint and the dust floating in the air because my back and neck was now tickled by what felt like long hair. I would've given that more attention if it didn't look like my...Jackie's bra was now filling with budding breasts.
Despite the distractions I knew I had to focus on the job at hand and pack up considering the movers would be here tomorrow to take me away from all the memories.
I did as much as I could feeling almost weaker and delicate as the day and evening went on, and figured I could wake up and finish in the morning. Feeling as if I belonged in these panties and bra, I laid down in bed, feeling as sensual as I imagined Jackie used to feel when we were still in love...
I dreamed of the stories Jackie used to tell me about her childhood and her ex-boyfriends before me. I remembered details she never even told me before, like her party days in college, hookups with random guys from the bars, and even little things like her dance classes and memories with her friends. Only...I was dreaming them from Jackie's perspective.
I dreamt of memories we had together, and before long the memories became intimate. I felt my former self stick his hands down my panties as the lips between my thighs began to drip with a yearning for penetration...
I laid back as Brian ripped my panties from my waist and began driving his veined manhood in and out of me as I moaned like a rabid whore. I could feel the pleasure coursing across my body like shockwaves of intimacy, my eyes rolled, and my muscles tensed. I let out an almost silent scream as I orgasmed with a feeling like I had never experienced as a man, like fireworks filled my mind and vibrations radiated from my sopping wet pussy.
It ended as quickly as it began and I awoke to find my torso covered in ropes of cum. I gasped, but all that I heard was Jackie's voice. I quickly jumped out of bed to clean up the sticky mess on my stomach, and felt perfect tits bouncing with every step.
I reached the bathroom and saw Jackie staring back at me in the mirror! I screamed in her voice and looked down between my legs and saw only a small mound between my thighs in my panties.
I quickly used some tissues (that I remembered packing yesterday) and wiped the cum from my stomach. I drank some water, feeling lightheaded with the discover, but as I tried to process I heard something that nearly made me pee my panties...
Keys were unlocking the door and here I was, as vulnerable as I could ever imagine just standing in the bathroom. I stood frozen as I heard the door open and footsteps approache me. they drew nearer and nearer as if they knew where I was...
Next thing I knew the bathroom doorknob was turning and I almost fainted, but I was stunned to find that once the door opened it was me!
Well...not me, but the old me...Brian! He stood in the doorway, holding flowers and my favorite chocolate's. He smiled to see me dressed like this.
"Oh you found your old lingerie!" he said with a smile. Seeing the look in my old face made me wet in the groin all over again, and I jumped into Brian's arms. "Wow, Jackie," he said. "I was only gone for a half hour."
"Fuck me in any hole you want, baby," I told him, dragging him into the bedroom.
Brian fucked me in the mouth, ass, and pussy before I noon. I squirted three seperate times and filled myself with his cum in each hole. I moaned and orgasmed harder than I did in my dream, knowing from the spanking he was giving me that I was no longer dreaming.
I don't care what side of the dicking down I was on...I had Jackie back!