Meghan Gibson was 29 years old. She was a professional, working in an office job as an accountant for a medical device company.
She had shoulder length, wavy, blonde hair, a pretty face, and pale skin. She wore stylish red rimmed glasses and was gifted a pair of beautiful blue eyes. She was admittedly a little on the chubby side and despite her curves, she possessed a smaller, perky set of breasts. She didn't have a boyfriend to go out with on dates or a dog to walk, and so she spent a lot of her free time in front of her TV or her laptop screen.
She wasn't completely alone, she did have a cat named Walter who kept her company. She was happy enough, she often told herself. Of course she had urges from time to time. But it was nothing that a hot story or two on Literotica, a little porn and her trusty collection of vibrators couldn't solve.
Wednesday November 28th - Thanksgiving Eve
Meghan had been feeling lonely all week. She had already booked her flight back home for Christmas, but didn't feel like it was financially viable to travel back home for Thanksgiving as well.
Feeling homesick, and a bit depressed that she was going to spend the holiday alone, she decided to bake herself a pumpkin pie. Around the office, her pie was famous. It was a generational family recipe, with a unique blend of spices that made it stand out head and shoulders above any store bought pie.
She headed into her apartment's small kitchen and got started. Her family recipe calls for a pie crust made from scratch and so she quickly got that prepped and into her favorite pie dish.
Then, she pivoted to the pie filling. She gathered the necessary ingredients - pumpkin puree, eggs, evaporated milk, her family's secret blend of spices, and of course, sugar.
Unfortunately, the bag of sugar in her cupboard was very light.
"Crap. This is not going to be enough."
She dumped all the bag had left into a measuring cup. She needed 1 cup. It only filled the vessel up halfway, well short of what the recipe called for.
Meghan weighed her options. She could call off the pie entirely, but she already had invested time, effort and ingredients into the pie crust. Plus, she was forced to be alone, she wanted to have some pie tomorrow.
She could head to the store, but she was already in her pajamas. Plus, it was going to be really crowded the night before Thanksgiving.
She could knock on a neighbor's door and see if someone would be nice enough to let her borrow a cup of sugar. She quickly deduced that this was the best idea. She wouldn't even have to get out of her pajamas. She'd just knock on one or two doors, have a quick conversation with a neighbor about the weather and then she'd be on her way with the sugar she needed.
Meghan threw a stylish brown trench coat over her baggy light blue pajamas. She took a quick peek in the mirror and fumbled with her blonde hair, just making sure it was borderline presentable. Then she grabbed her keys and headed out into the apartment building's hallway.
She left her apartment, 3A, and headed to 3B, where her long-time neighbors the Miltons lived. As she knocked on the door, she remembered that elderly Mrs Milton had mentioned last Friday that the couple were planning to visit her sister two states away for the holiday.
She looked around in the hallway. She knew there was a college aged single guy in 3C who awkwardly asked her on a date a few months ago, with a video game controller in one hand and an energy drink in the other. She'd rather not ask him.
That left apartment 3D. She had no idea who lived there now. She just knew it was vacant until just recently.
She took a deep breath and knocked on 3D's door. Meghan heard some rustling and then the door opened.
A gorgeous woman with dark hair opened the door. The tight black long sleeve shirt she was wearing showed off her slender body. Her ripped jeans hugged her wide milfy hips. Meghan thought she looked a bit like an older Sasha Grey.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
They stared at each other awkwardly for a moment. "Um... hi. My name is Meghan. I'm your neighbor. I live in 3A."
"Hi Meghan. I'm Alexis."
"Nice to meet you. So... sorry to bother you but I'm baking a pumpkin pie and I'm all out of sugar. Can I please borrow some from you?"
"You can, once it arrives. I'm out of sugar as well, but I have a grocery delivery on its way. I'm hosting my sister here for Thanksgiving tomorrow."
"Oh, okay. Thank you! When should I stop back here then?"
"The app says my order should be here in the next few minutes. I'm happy to make a cup of coffee for you while you wait." Alexis said through a pleasant smile.
It was out of character for the introverted Meghan to say yes to a suggestion like this, but there was something about Alexis she found warm and welcoming.
"Actually, that sounds good. It's never a bad thing to get to know your neighbors a little better, right?"
While Alexis made a couple of coffees, the women exchanged pleasantries. Alexis asked Meghan why she was baking a pie and Meghan explained that it was comfort food since she wouldn't be able to go home until Christmas.
They also talked about the things strangers always tend to discuss. What each other did for work - Alexis was a freelance writer, the weather - it has been an unusually warm November, etc.
It was when Meghan asked Alexis about why she recently moved into the apartment that the conversation started to get more interesting.
"Well, I just left my husband... ex-husband." Alexis corrected herself with a stunning lack of emotion.
"Oh, no. I'm so sorry to hear that."
"It's okay. It was for the best."
"Can I ask you what happened?"
"Sure. it's a long story, but I'll try to make it short."
"Okay." Meghan tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, adjusted her glasses and took a seat at Alexis' kitchen island.
"Well, I was married to Mark for five years. He was a lawyer, and for the first year, he seemed to be the perfect husband. He was handsome, smart, successful, and charming."
"He sounds like a catch."
"He was. But then he changed. He became controlling. He started to criticize everything I did or said."
"That's awful!"
"It was. But it got worse. He started to cheat on me with younger women. He told me didn't love me anymore and began to talk about divorcing."
"Oh my god. What a jerk."
"He absolutely was. But I still loved him and I also felt really embarrassed about being in a failing marriage. I hoped he would change his mind. I told him I would do anything he wanted if he would stay married to me."
"Do anything?" Meghan took a sip of her coffee.
"Yeah, he took me up on it, too. He began sharing me, sexually, with one of his friends. Then, more of his friends joined us. Then all of his friends at the same time."
"Oh, my god. Like a... gangbang?" Meghan leaned forward in her seat, almost whispering the last word.
"Oh, you're familiar with the term?" Alexis smirked.
There was a loud knock on the door, causing Meghan to jump.
"That must be my order."
