By Anonymous
My neighbor is a gay guy. You know, your average skinny, fair haired, little guy with tight expensive clothes, and a fey attitude. Don’t get me wrong! Live and let live is my motto and there are a few gay guys at the insurance firm where I work who I get on well with. He doesn’t bother me, and his house is the nicest on the block. If he likes to putt from the rough, and it’s not on my driveway, I’m all for it.
He had always kept to himself, and if we saw each other picking up the paper, or mowing the lawn, we’d nod and smile, or wave; no big deal. However something strange happened yesterday. A big four wheel drive pick-up parked on his driveway, and him and some huge, dark skinned jock type dude with a shaved head and a goatee beard got out.
They were holding hands as they went in at his front door. I recalled that the big guy was his boyfriend, Carl, but it was a bit weird because it felt like this was the first time I’d seen him, even though they’d obviously been together for ages. It’s strange that I couldn’t shake the thought my neighbor was single but that couldn’t be right. It was all a bit confusing - I didn’t know my neighbor’s name, but I knew Carl who I’d never seen before…? Shaking my head I went inside, putting it down to stress at work.
That evening, my thoughts kept wandering back to Carl and my neighbor. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that there was something odd about Carl, like he was somehow out of place. Every time I thought I’d pinned down what the problem was, I lost my train of thought and the answer seemed to slip out of reach.
I didn’t sleep well that night and woke several times to find the bed sheets either on the floor or wrapped around me. By the morning, I was a complete wreck and called in to the office to let my boss know I wouldn’t be in. Fortunately, he was fine with it, and after a few hours fitful sleep and a shower, I began to feel a bit more like myself again.
Just as I was finishing up a bowl of muesli, there was a knock at the door. Answering it in just my boxer shorts, I was surprised to see Carl standing on the doorstep with a package.
“This is for you.” the intensely muscular young man said, looking furtively behind him. “Take it but don’t tell Shawn I gave it to you.” and before I could think of anything to say, he vaulted the low fence between my house and the neighbor’s, and was out of sight.
I stood there for a second, unblinkingly holding the small package, breeze blowing around my semi naked body.
Closing and locking the door I shook my head and thought to myself, well now things are getting strange. As I placed the small box on the hall table I mused as to whether my quiet neighbors were getting into the illegal drug business and what I should do about it?
My attention was caught by the phone ringing. It was Angie, a girl I’d been seeing for a few weeks. She’d heard I wasn’t well and was seeing if I needed something. We talked for nearly an hour, and after making a commitment to meet her later the following day I hung up, forgetting about the package.
Getting dressed seemed a little off… I had intended to put on some sneakers and sweats and head out to the grocery store. Instead I found myself getting out some dark slacks and leather shoes, with a white button down shirt and red and black striped necktie over a white t-shirt, along with a black suit vest. Well, no sense in looking like a bum. I guess. This would be good for stopping by the office later, if I want.
Stopping by the hall table to pick up my keys, I saw the small box. Picking it up and opening it, I found a brown leather wallet inside and on opening it was surprised to see a photo of myself. It looked like the one I had on my employee ID tag. wow.
A folded piece of paper fluttered to the floor. I picked it up and read the following:
"This will sound strange, but my boyfriend Sean
is a Warlock and his attention is turning to
you. I don’t know what he has planned, but
he said he wanted you to be the sort of guy
he thinks would be a good neighbor.
"I don’t care if you don’t believe me but,
please just take the next couple days off work and
leave town until he forgets about you.
"Please destroy this letter, and throw the
wallet somewhere where he can’t get it!"
Flipping through the wallet, I found what looked like a thousand dollars in cash, a Turkish consulate ID, library card for the local library, video and gym memberships cards, all made out to a Mr. Nouri Ariff.
Great! My apparently drug addict/fruit-bat neighbor, and his drug addict/bodybuilder boyfriend are getting high and stealing wallets…from Turkish dudes! I was in a mood to take the wallet and storm next door, and demand they return any shit they stole. But realizing they may have a gun, or they would back up each others’ stories and say that I stole the wallet, decided to go to the police station and file a report instead.
Grabbing my keys and wallet, I stormed out the door sending an angry glower to the next door. Throwing the car in reverse, the car screeched out the driveway on the way to the station.
The station was crowded. After I’d filled out the report, I had to take a number and sit around with people who had car radios stolen, or were filing nuisance reports. Four hours had passed and it was late into the Afternoon by the time I got to speak with the desk sergeant.
After turning over the wallet, I explained what happened, and what my suspicions were. The bored officer said he’d turn it over to see if anyone by that name had filed a report, and after a little haranguing, I was able to get a promise that they’d send a car to look over my neighbor’s from time to time. They were locking up as I walked out to my car.
On my way back Home, I stopped by a grocery store. After getting my purchases to the head of the line, I handed my discount card to the clerk.
“Thank you for shopping with us again Mr. Arrif!” The clerk smiled at me.
Looking at my discount card as the clerk handed it back and then at my wallet, I realized that I had given the wrong wallet to the police! Damn! That means I’ve been driving around without a license! My ATM card was at the police station! Damn!
I had no choice but to use some of the money in the wallet. I was good for it, I’d just go back to the station in the morning, explain what happened and reimburse the missing amount from my account later! Damn! Handing over eighty dollars from the wallet, I suddenly felt a wave of euphoria and a warm, pleasurable feeling in my crotch that threw me off balance a little.
“Your change Mr Arrif?” said the clerk, and the pleasurable feeling swelled up again.
Turning to leave the store, more than a little flustered I was accosted by a dark, Middle Eastern looking man in a smart suit and tie.
“Ah, Nouri!” He exclaimed. “Will you be at the gym tonight?”
I was about to say that my name wasn’t Nouri - but for the life of me, I couldn’t recall what my name actually was and instead I blurted out, without thinking “Yes, of course.” and then added, almost without realizing it. “Want to spot me?” The man, who I vaguely recalled was known as Ali smiled broadly at me.
“Excellent!” He said. “I’ll be there at 7 PM and afterward perhaps you’d like to enjoy the baths and a massage with me?”
My mind visualized the hot Turkish baths at the gymnasium complex and two lumbering, half-naked masseurs massaging Ali and me.
He said something about it being a date but I was so flustered, I just nodded and rushed to my car. As I loaded the groceries, I noticed that my arm hair was noticeably thicker, and darker and spreading onto the top of hands. I examined them for a moment and saw rough calluses from weightlifting. “When did I get those?” I wondered to myself. Then I saw something even stranger- my license plates seemed to have changed. They still had the same letters and numbers on but now, the word “DIPLOMAT” was printed in block letters at the bottom of the plate. “What the hell?” I thought. I had diplomatic plates on my car. Then I noticed the tiny flag mounted on a rod on the front of my car. I knew instinctively that it was the Turkish flag. I was beginning to think I was losing my mind so I got in the driver’s seat and drove home as quickly as I could.
As I hit the freeway, I began to think about the strange events that had been taking place. Ali at the grocery store identifying me as Nouri, the license plate, my hands, which looked more tan and hairier…I looked up into the rear view mirror and almost lost it right then. The dark, inset eyes staring back at me were not my own! Thick black eyebrows… my 5 o’clock shadow…the more I examined my reflection in the rear view mirror the more I tense and nervous I was becoming. Maybe Carl was telling the truth, or maybe I was seeing things and losing my mind. Perhaps Sean really had put me under some sort of spell… and turning me into someone else.
The more I thought about it, the more I seemed to remember about Carl. Before he had been Sean’s giant bodybuilder boyfriend, I vaguely recalled that he had been my friend - my wing-man when we’d go to bars to pick up women. How could I have forgotten that? I suddenly remembered something else Carl had said - was it months or years ago, I’m not sure – “Magic has weird side-effects” He had said. “And magic on top of magic can undo previous spells.” The words floated into my mind “You’re not going to remember this unless Sean decides to put another spell on you… there’s a 50/50 chance you’ll remember that we knew each other. You’ll always be my buddy, even if you don’t remember it.”
When I finally drove into the driveway I was visibly shaking. I couldn’t believe it. I slowly opened the door and stepped out. Closing the door I paused to check my reflection in the glass- Something was wrong, I looked different… yet at the same time I recognized the man I saw as myself. I couldn’t pin it down. Maybe I really was going crazy? But then again, why did Ali call me Nouri? I slowly put away the groceries and since it was getting close to 6:30 decided to change and I had this urge to head to the Gym. Digging through the closet I had difficulty finding my favorite “Harvard” t-shirt. I just grabbed some black shorts and white sneaks.
Through all this I was ruminating over when I would wake in the morning to get to the station to exchange wallets, and whether I’d be in trouble driving there without a license. The shirt I put on felt tighter than it normally did. Looking in the bathroom mirror I saw clearly that it was tight, but it looked good. I saw my face again, and paused. I had a deep tan going. “I’m lucky to have been born so handsome” I mused to myself, while another part of me screamed that something was clearly wrong. I admired my reflection in the mirror. The shirt I was wearing made my arms look a lot bigger and my shoulders a lot broader. For some reason I got the impression that I shouldn’t look so stocky, but it HAD been a while since I’d worked out, I needed to work off a few too many beers…. but wait… I didn’t normally drink…
Looking back at my face I noticed that my five o’clock shadow looked really dark, and fuller than usual- but since I couldn’t remember if I shaved that morning I figured I hadn’t; And I wasn’t going to now! That tan and the stubble really gave my face a distinctive middle-eastern appearance… but I wasn’t middle eastern! “…Besides Turkey is halfway in Europe” I chuckled to myself.
Grabbing the Gym bag and getting the keys I decided against taking the wallet. It was weirding me out, and I felt like a thief running around with another man’s property. I did decide to take twenty dollars to cover any incidentals. “I have to put $100 back in it tomorrow” I thought to myself. After putting the bill in my short’s pocket, I felt a warm pleasurable feeling which caused me to feel warm and caused my dick to go semi-hard.
Getting into the car, I pulled out of the driveway. While driving I scarcely paid attention to where I was going. My thoughts were focused on whether I should get to my bank first in the morning, prove who I was, get the money, THEN go to the station? What if the bank didn’t believe me? Would the police allow me to pay with a check? Parking in a lot, I walked into the lobby of the Gym, after getting the membership card out of the wallet and passing into the locker room, I paused…
At first I thought I’d left the wallet at Home…. of course I hadn’t. I wouldn’t have been able to get into the Gym without the membership card…..Which Gym was this? I suddenly felt a little light headed and panicky…. I had never been here before. Standing in the middle of a strange locker room, I started breathing hard and sweating, feeling disoriented.
A large hand slapped me on the back. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “You okay?” Turning my head I saw Ali’s concerned face. The sweating and disorientation seemed to dissipate. “Yeah.” I responded quickly, “I’m fine.”
“C’mon.” Ali said. “Let’s throw some iron!” Suddenly feeling better, I chucked all my gear in a locker and followed Ali to the weight room.
I felt lost in my thoughts. I let Ali take the lead with exercises. I kept trying to figure out how I could be at a strange Gym with a man I seemed to know, and felt I knew, but couldn’t remember…I had the distinct impression that I had never been to that gym in my life, yet…
My thoughts were broken by Ali handing me a set of larger dumbbells to curl with. The strain felt good. Kind of an erotic feeling. I felt myself enjoying the exercise more during the Dead-lift, after a lot of presses, I felt my dick getting semi-erect. I noticed myself in a mirror. All my muscles pumped, and my hair matted. I looked like a muscle beast! I scarcely recognized myself… I was covered in a layer of sweat, skin all dark and ruddy looking from the exertion, and five o’clock shadow prominent on my face. I almost looked like someone else.
We had progressed through many cycles, and were getting ready to start again when, after bending over- my shorts ripped apart from the crotch to the back.
“Nice busting out, Hulkster!” Ali said, giving me a high five; which I belatedly returned with a grin. “I have to leave,” I said. “I can’t work out with my ass exposed!” I said tucking my workout towel round back to hide the rip. “Cool, see you tomorrow, we’ll do legs!” Ali said.
After getting Home, I threw the ruined shorts away and took a shower. The water was backing up a bit in the drain. I reached down and pulled out a plug of dark hair.
Regarding myself in the mirror, I noticed the workout had really shown results! The pump I had gotten in the Gym didn’t seem to have gone down. Chest, Arms, Abs, Shoulders looked thick with muscle. Kind of hard to tell with the Abs, my chest and stomach hair was still wet and looked darker and thicker than normal.
Pulling the towel off my head, I noticed it was full of hair. Looking back at the reflection I noticed that it seemed a little thinner on top, but the sides looked normal although darker; because it was wet.
“End of a perfect day!” I thought to myself. Yet something was wrong, a small corner of my mind was nagging me, telling me that this wasn’t such a great day- and that something was really wrong. I was learning, however, to ignore all that. After toweling off I went to bed. For some reason, I didn’t feel like wearing a shirt or anything. Instead I posed and flexed in front of the mirror in my room for a minute before sliding under the covers. I couldn’t believe how big I was getting… how dark and thick my chest hair had become, I really looked like a hot weightlifter . Drifting off to sleep, naked under the sheets I thought how nice it will be to have a day tomorrow.
My dreams were not restful that night. I thought I heard moaning. I felt horny and some guy was groaning somewhere. “No good deed goes unpunished Carl!” I heard another voice say. Damn! I felt so hot, so really close to cumming, so alive! Looking down I saw Carl on his back. I was kneeling between his spread legs fucking him. His ankles on my shoulders. With every thrust Carl grimaced and moaned. “Is this, what you wanted?” the voice repeated. Out of the corner of my eye I could make out Sean. He was glaring at Carl’s prone form, not that I cared. I shut my eyes and concentrating on, and relishing the feeling. “Yeah take it!” “This is what you want!” I growled.
“You like having your hole stretched by your ‘boyfriend’?” Sean’s words, the whole situation didn’t seem important. I wanted release! But it eluded me. “I’m sure he finds you very ‘helpful’ now!” “You like him so much, I can arrange for you to have his baby?” “Is that what you want?” “I can make it happen you know!”
Distantly through my sexual haze, I grunted, “Yeah take it bitch!” I noted Carl’s voice moaning “no.”
“Fine!” “We’re not done with this, oh no!” “Here’s something to keep this fresh in your mind!” As Sean lisped that, the pleasurable feeling built in my groin.
“Ah yes!” I yelled, my strokes where getting longer and Carl’s hole gripped my shaft tighter. “AHHHHH!!!” yelled Carl and I together… I came hard and forever; my bellows drowning out Carl’s.
Falling, and hitting the floor in my room- waking up wrapped in sheets and covered in sweat, I was completely confused. It was morning. light was streaming in through the windows. I got up, all groggy and stumbling. My morning wood slapping my stomach heavily, very heavily. Looking over the small rise of my distended, thick, defined, abs, I could see the last 4" of my my 9" cock? It was thick, like holding a Coke can! My stomach and dick had dried cum encrusting them, and, looking closer… is that dried blood? A calm feeling came over me. Obviously not. I went to bed alone, and woke up alone. I felt like my center of balance was a little off. The clock read 7:30 AM, so I moved to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and my eyes widened. For a fleeting moment I realized I wasn’t who I thought I was. For a second, I realized I wasn’t Nouri Arrif, and that my dark, handsome middle eastern face was not truly mine. And then in an instant that feeling dissipated. I both recognized myself and didn’t. I paused and reflected on what I had just felt. I rubbed my fingers against my short cropped black beard, I touched my thick hairy chest as if I was touching a stranger. I knew it was me, and yet, I knew all this was wrong.
Peering into my reflection, I was surprised by how hairy my body was. I guess I never really thought about it before, nor did I really ever remember it being different, but it did strike me. I admired the progress from my intense gym routine. My chest looked fuller, thicker, my arms had some serious mass to them. But looking back into my reflection i mused: maybe I didn’t always look like this? Of course I had grown more muscular and thicker over the years, and I wasn’t 18 anymore… but it still didn’t feel fully me. That feeling intensified when, trying to go to the bathroom I jumped up with a yelp. My “Junk” was now hanging in the water! Surely that wasn’t normal?
After showering, I walked through my room and struggled to find shirts that fit me. I wondered for a moment if I was standing in a strange bedroom. I shrugged it off and chalked it up to the recent change in routine and diet. I struggled with the biggest shirt I could find… But it cling tightly to my chest. A thick tuft of black hair came out from the top of the collar. At one point I had thought about shaving that, But I thought it looked more masculine to leave it.
None of the pants in that room fit either. I was really beginning to wonder if any of it was really mine. It just didn’t have the class or quality I was accustomed to. Sure, I had moved around a lot in my time in the US, but I had always kept the best shirts and slacks. I wondered idly where I had put them. I couldn’t for the life of me remember. What was going on with me?
I found some slacks in the closet, but I didn’t remember ever wearing them. I put them on only to discover they were far smaller than I needed. Too tight on my legs…. No way my thick quads would fit in those. I looked farther into the closet and found exactly what I was looking for…the sleek black slacks fit a little snug on my thighs and ass, but I liked that. I turned around to find my nice button ups on the dresser. “Huh, I must of missed them” I said to myself.
I checked my reflection as I put on my tie and I remembered that nagging voice. That small voice that didn’t recognize myself, that confused crazy voice that I just wanted to ignore. “What a fine-looking representative I am of Turkish men in this country” I said to myself, admiring my thick, broad shoulders and handsome dark face. My family was from south eastern Turkey, so we always understood that despite being Turks, and proud Turks, we were Arab by blood and name.
It was then that my consciousness seemed to argue with itself. Some other identity, some other part of me was trying to tell my conscious self something. I had no sooner thought about my family than I had felt confusion about my own nationality. I tried to shrug it off– “of course I’m Turkish!” I said to myself. But that only made it worse. The cognitive dissonance was too distracting, too upsetting. I chose to deal only with what was at hand at the moment, and that was getting to the consulate for work.
I drove there in a hurry, even though I wasn’t going to be particularly late. “Merhaba!” I said, greeting Pinar, our secretary from Ankara. That day I sat down with different groups of people requesting a long-term visa or looking to pass on legal documents into Turkey, nothing unusual. But there was one little thing that happened that rattled me. I sat down with a student from the local university who wanted a year long visa. As soon as she told me about her studies in college I blurted out “Oh, I took those classes there too!” I immediately regretted it. I hadn’t gone to school on this coast, let alone the same cultural studies classes. I was wondering what part of me had shouted that out….
Angela was having a strange day.
She had been looking forward to seeing Mal at work. Yesterday he had promised that they’d go out this evening. She had been hoping for a nice romantic dinner, and maybe curling up in front of Mal’s TV, and have a quiet, intimate evening together. She was a little disappointed, but mostly concerned when he didn’t show up to work. After waiting a few hours she asked her boss Hal, if he knew what had happened? Looking blandly at her from his desk over a spreadsheet, with a blank expression indicating he didn’t know what she was talking about, was enough to make her blush, turn around and leave. Romance was not encouraged among employees.
She tried calling his house and cell, but only got a not in service announcement.
After Lunch, she decided to forgo having her assistant scan some contracts so that she would have to go herself, as an excuse to go by Mal’s office and leave a note.
The strangeness was getting worse. Where she knew his cubicle should be was now was a junction between two other cubicles. Where his door should have been was now a partition with a calendar hanging on it. An inquiry, brought about more blank looks from the cubicle occupants.
Angie kept her mounting concern in check, a concern that was gradually being displaced with confusion and the beginnings of anger.
By three, she had completed two days of work. She stopped by Hal’s office to tell him she was taking the rest of the day off.
She went home to shower and change. She found a nicely cut conservative looking black dress, which showed her curves off to their best advantage. When she went to Mal’s she intended to look her best, she was looking forward to his explanation of what was occurring. Did he get a new job? Where is his new office? Was he promoted? WHAT?
Arriving at his house at five, she noticed a black Lincoln and a gray Jeep on the driveway. The Lincoln had diplomatic plates, and a small red flag showing the moon and star of the Republic of Turkey on a front fender. “Hmmm?” She thought to herself “Diplomatic corps?”
She saw two men washing a large pick up next door. They waved to her as she walked to Mal’s front door, she smiled and waved back.
The door was answered by a dark haired, bearded, and very muscular looking middle eastern man. He was wearing a robe. “Oh, I’m very sorry.” she explained, “I was looking for a man named Malcolm… uh…” She couldn’t remember his last name, she blushed as she ended the sentence lamely. He smiled, and explained in lightly accented English that nobody named Malcolm was there. Looking at him, she had the impression that he may be related. Almost like he was a cousin or uncle. Looking past him through the door, she saw the furniture was identical to how Mal’s house always looked, with the exception of a folding massage table set up in the living room. “I very nearly have everything set up.” a man’s voice came from behind him. “Do you have any large towels?” “In the hall closet, Ali.” Answered the man. “Sorry I have to go.” He said with a smile while closing the door.
Angie was upset while walking back to her car. She obviously was at the right house, and she had the feeling that the man knew Mal. She felt that something was being hidden from her. To top it off, the car wouldn’t start. When she turned the key, nothing. There was a burning smell though. She was going to call AAA, but she forgot to put her cell in her purse. It was all too much, getting out of the car her eyes were red with un-shed tears. Someone said, “You look like you’re not having a good day.”
“That would be an understatement!” She said, Turning around Angie saw one of the neighbors who had been washing the truck. He was a fey little blond guy in a pink t shirt, with his hands on his hips. “I was having a bad day, and now my car died, to top it off.” She said while forcing a self deprecating smile through her tears. “Oh, honey!” He said. “Puh-leeze, don’t worry about it.” “Daddy Carl can fix almost anything!” He said gesturing to the other man who was walking up. Angie smiled hopefully at the stocky older man. He looked like a former athlete with a muscular build and broad shoulders, but age had thickened his frame somewhat taking away definition in a power lifter way. He sported a long white goatee with a massive silver mustache that grew down below his chin line completely obscuring his mouth.
“Daddy, I’m taking this nice lady inside to use the phone, and maybe tea.” “Would you please look at her car?”
The older man, glared at him and grunted once in an angry manner. “Daddy isn’t one to use a lot of words, but he knows what to do.” The little guy said while putting an arm around Angie’s shoulder, and guiding her to the house next door. “My name’s Sean by the way.” He said brightly. She introduced herself as they walked into his tastefully decorated kitchen.
While Sean was putting a kettle on the stove he made small talk about how he was glad to have a visitor, he was happy to use his good china for the first time. Angie felt a little more pulled together. While using Sean’s phone she noticed pictures of Sean and Carl on the wall. They must have been together for a long time. In some of the photos Carl was a young teen, in others he was a full grown man with a shaved head. Sean looked pretty much the same in all of them. There was something wrong with his phone. Pushing the buttons did nothing. Sean sat down with a plate of cookies, and said that was a shame, but it sometimes happened and he had called the phone company about it yesterday, and he’d get Daddy’s cell after they’d had some tea.
Angie asked if he knew where Malcolm went. She didn’t know if she was angry or worried but she knew that he should have told her he was moving!
When she mentioned Malcolm’s name, Sean’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, you know Mal?” He asked, “I thought you may have been one of Nouri’s co-workers from the Consulate..?” She asked if that was the big man who answered the door. “Yeah.” He replied, looking directly at Carl who just walked in. “Nouri’s large and in charge, unlike some white-bread middle management breeder getting by on his connections.” Angie let that slip by her as she sipped her tea. Carl gestured with some greasy looking mechanical object in his hand, and grunted at Sean. “Oh, gosh!” “It looks like you have to get another one.. of those.” He said gesturing delicately at the thing in Carl’s hand. The Tea made her feel warm and nice… “You’ve done so much for me!” She said. “I will happily pay you for your work and time!” “Nonsense!” “Why don’t we clean you up, then you and Daddy can go to the parts store for a replacement.” Smiling, the warm feeling grew in her. “Okay, and again thank you!” she said as Sean took her arms and led her to the bathroom.
Sean gave her a masculine smelling soap to wash the ruined makeup off her face. “I may be girly, but I draw the line at makeup for myself, sorry.” he apologized. For some reason, it didn’t occur to Angie to re-do it using what was in her purse. “You can’t sit in the truck with that beautiful dress!” Sean fussed. “We didn’t clean the inside!” “Slip out of that, I’m getting you some sweats!” Feeling warm and bemused, Angie slipped off her black dress. “These may be worn, but they’re clean, and perfect for fixing a car!” Sean said, coming back with gray sweatpants, and a sleeveless black sweatshirt which were several sizes too big for Angie, but she slipped them on anyway. fixing a what? Angie thought to herself. Sean had also found a pair of rigger’s boots which he insisted she try on since; they were from a young nephew and fit nobody else in the house. They were a couple sizes too big, but manageable. As Angie shut off the light while leaving the bathroom, she thought she caught her reflection in the mirror, with her skin somehow looking darker. “Got to get the part before the store closes.” She thought to herself.
Hopping into the cab of the truck with Carl, Angie noted that the inside WAS pretty cluttered. She had to move some stuff around, when finally sitting on the bench seat she started feeling warm and relaxed for some reason. After Carl started the truck, he took a large pipe out of a shirt pocket, and lit it. Angie moved to open her window, but found that its hand crank was missing “Great!” Angie thought to herself. “I’m stuck in this thousand year old truck while this dude makes it smell like burned tires!” As Carl pulled onto Main street where most of the businesses in town where, she found that it didn’t smell too bad, in fact it was kinda nice! Carl turned on the radio, playing country western music. Angie was in a strange truck with a strange man, and she knew she should feel awkward or nervous. Her relaxed feelings that she was in the right place, doing familiar things was ringing alarm bells in her head; but she was too apathetic to care. She felt that her butt was pressing more firmly into the bench seat, and that relaxed her too.
She felt a little sweaty. and wiped her forehead with her sleeve. She could smell that masculine soap smell again. It kind of reminded her of her Dad’s cologne, like Old Spice.
The smoke was getting kind of thick in the cab. “Do you think….” she started to say, but stopped. Her voice came out in a kind of gravelly wheeze. She cleared her throat, and continued “Do you think you could crack open a window?” Her voice was more normal but still kind of hoarse. “It’s getting stuffy in here.” Without replying, Carl glanced at her, took another puff on his pipe, and rolled his window down a crack. Feeling assertive and slightly angry, Angie opened her fly window.
After getting to the parts store, she hopped out of the truck reeking of pipe smoke, the fresh air smelled sweet. Following Carl inside, her center of balance seemed off. The warm disassociated feeling she’d had in the truck seemed to be wearing off. Following behind Carl, she couldn’t help but notice his large muscular man-ass followed by a warm, good feeling in her crotch. “Damn! That’s some fine looking beef!” She thought to herself. That thought made her stop. She normally preferred trim, young, athletic guys. Burly, hairy dudes were simply not on her radar, until now. Also, she liked romantic evenings, and intimate settings, she never felt such an aggressive attraction like this. It was alien and disorienting. Getting her thoughts together, she goes into the store, and finds Carl at the parts counter, noting the width of his manly shoulders and breadth of his Lats.