Tinder

(Note: My first story submission -- enjoy, and thank you for any/all feedback, as I plan to keep writing...)

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This was exactly what he knew would happen if he kept these antics up...

Unemployed and a little bored during the day, Bryan had the apartment to himself. He found great joy in going through his own pile of panties and prancing down the hallway, as if daring to be caught, loving the thrill it put under the hairs on the back of his neck and tightening the skin behind his balls. He was daring, and ever so inclined to up the ante. He wanted to start chatting with local girls, as another "girl", in hopes of finding a "lesbian" lover in which he could dress and flit around with. It seemed reasonable in theory: Create a fake profile with some photos taken in his female roommates room so it looked as though he really was a girl. He figured that since his roommate, Caitlin, was both anti-dating app and was straight with a boyfriend, there was no way she would ever come across her own room in the photos.

Bryan posted the profile late on a Sunday night, absolutely giddy and thrilled. He was so hard in his pink boyshorts that he wanted to tug himself, but also wanted to edge while he swiped through dozens of potential female friends out there in the city. Swiping without luck for about 10 minutes, he saw some beautiful sorority girls with luxuriously hot bikini photos and couldn't contain himself from stroking. He wanted to badly to hang out with these girls, feel their swimsuits on their smooth skin, and potentially be "forced" to tan or go out on the boat in a ladies bathing suit himself. He wanted to be one of the girls, pink toenails and fresh powdered face, smooth skin and perky young tits, and easily got lost in this fantasy, jerking and rubbing and tugging until he finished himself off in a pair of old boxer shorts. He rarely used boxers for wearing anyways, as by now he was regularly wearing panties under his clothes. It was his own little secret, but his burning desire that set the stage for a very interesting future. He passed out, but had restless dreams, eager to wake up in the morning and check his matches on Tinder.

Bryan never stood a chance. Caitlin was home with her friend Allison on Tuesday night after work. Allison had recently been broken up with and the two girls were chatting over a bottle of wine about how to meet new men. Overhearing in the kitchen, I jokingly mentioned that Allison "ought to give women a try, if men were just so tough to keep around". Caitlin and Allison enjoyed the comedic relief and brushed it off, fully unknowing that Bryan himself was then picturing the two of them going at each other, tearing at each others clothes and putting on a show for him. He was a bit perverse in this regard, but ever curious to explore sexual delights. Bryan kept on cooking his dinner and the two girls retreated to Caitlin's room.

There, Allison opened up Tinder and began to swipe through guys. Caitlin was watching over shoulder and saw the lack of success, finding it to be a little sad. "Why don't I go get us some more wine..." she said to Allison, in hopes of helping her friend drown her sorrows. "Yeah yeah, that'd be great," nodded Allison, feeling the same sense of despair that Caitlin had picked up on. As Caitlin left the room down the hall, Allison blinked hard and figured she might as well switch the app to also include women. "What the hell," she thought, daydreaming blindly, "this is San Francisco, and I'm 26 years old. There's no reason I shouldn't explore some loving lesbian companionship right now. And boy I could use some excitement." She flipped on the preferences to Men & Women and the app reloaded itself. At the same time, Caitlin walked back in the room and handed a glass of pinot to Allison. "No worries she said, it's not like all men are... OH WHAT is that my room?" Her eyes had glanced down to Allison's lap where her phone sat quietly, tellingly... Allison hadn't even noticed what had happened and Caitlin snatched the phone right up. "Holy shit, this is my room and this has got to be Bryan!!. OMG are those my panties? No those aren't mine.. That's weird." Allison was stunned and felt as if she was watching a crystal vase wobble on its stand. She imagined Bryan's face in the kitchen -- Caitlin's door was wide open and Caitlin had not been very secretive about the discovery... A deer in the headlights, Bryan stood very still and caught himself from fainting. The jig was up, and he was caught less than 3 days into his little pervish delights.

His breath clenched, as he had heard every word of what had happened. He better think quick. He currently had on a baby blue spandex thong on under his sweatpants and was trapped in the kitchen, as he would have to pass Caitlin's room to get back to his room. He was flushed and frantic, scurrying as if there was something he might be able to do. He waited for more shouts from Caitlin's room but heard soft whispers between her and Allison instead. Whispers, then giggles, then silence. He felt out of his body, but he knew the secret was out. Should he go confess now, or wait it out? The girls made that decision for him when he heard them get up and begin coming down the hall. "I'm hungry," said Allison to Caitlin, but clearly intended for Bryan to hear. Caitlin volleyed back, now within close range of reaching Bryan in the kitchen, "I'm starving... to see more pictures of that intruder! Bryan, look at this!!" and she showed Allison's phone to him, displaying on full brightness a picture of himself up on Caitlin's bed, white and pink lacy panties with a black wonder-bra, bent over and pulling his ass up in the air. The caption below it read, "Looking to play, for real."

Caitlin put her hand on her hip, glanced at Allison, raised an eyebrow and turned back to Bryan, "This just got real."

What will happen next....