"Who the hell are you?" Nancy stated as she opened the door to a man she did not recognize.
"That's rude Serena, you said your home was always open for me to come stay." He stated as he forced his way into her home. Nancy was stunned at his nerve, she wasn't sure what to do, she was starting to worry if the new pepper spray would be enough to protect her, so she reached over for her to phone to call the police.
The stranger casually took the phone from her hand and slid it into his pocket. She smiled a little to try to assure herself that everything would be alright and spoke to her aggressor: "My name is Nancy, not Serena. I'm not a stupid girl, you don't have to bother with the theatrics, I understand your need to want me scared." Nancy paused for a few seconds, but only got silence in return from him, then said, "Go ahead... Rape me if that's what gets you hard... or make up some evil motive to why you are doing this to hide the fact you are just a lonely guy with no future." Nancy giggled, "Oh, sorry to make light of your situation, but I'd rather just laugh at how pathetic it is than worry about what you can do to me."
The man moved across the room towards her, "Just as I remember, you haven't changed a bit. Still as loud as ever, always jumping to conclusions." Nancy turned away from him but the stranger continued to talk: "I'm here to catch up. It's been six months since we last spent time together." He moved closer to Nancy and gave her an innocent peck on her right cheek. This caused Nancy to blush slightly, the feeling of someone close to her almost erasing all of the bravado she had just a second before.
"Do you remember me?" asked the stranger, which just confused Nancy. The man looked around 20 and quite handsome: tanned skin, tall frame, the start of some muscles showing through his long sleeved shirt...
Nancy quickly recovered her senses to reply, "No," with a face to imply that his question was obvious.
"Maybe I can help jog your memory. Let us see if this sparks some memories: We met while out hiking and then started meeting a lot in secret." He smiled, then joked, "Let me think if there is any other clues..." The man opened his jacket, and reached inside his right pocket to pull out his phone.
"Hung out in June, 23rd to 26th, I was in town for work and you offered your place for me to stay." He flipped the screen on of his phone so Nancy could see: there was a picture of her dressed in a maid outfit, pulling down the top to show off her breasts.
He continued: "You might not remember our first night we went camping. But maybe something else will spark some more memories: You started to talk about wanting to experience something new, that you wanted to enjoy some pain, because it got your sexual pleasure up more. You bought handcuffs so I could restrain your arms behind your back. Next, you bent over for me so I can whip you over your round ass till it got red..." He grinned again when Nancy couldn't hide an embarrassed blush, the first hints of doubt coming over her mind that this guy was really someone who she knew well. The words slowly sank into her, as her sense of disbelief started to get smaller, she began to vaguely remember him... and their activities. Like the moments were trapped in a haze, she couldn't recall them fully, but more as flashes as he kept talking.
Nancy shook away the flashes, "June 23rd? We couldn't have hung out then. I was sick the entire weekend, my entire body was sore, and I didn't leave my house at all. There is no way you have been here before, so please just leave."
He chuckled at the thought, "No need to get so aggressive now. I'll prove it to you, again, if I must," he spoke and then stepped towards Nancy until his face was barely centimeters away. Their eyes connected for a moment and Nancy felt his intense stare into her, "Stop getting worked up Serena, I'm not the type of guy who forces myself on women," which caused Nancy's eye's to jump a little in shock, fearful his words then were nothing more than a placating lie.
"You keep calling me by that name! My name is NANCY," she yelled.
Nancy, now embarrassed she had succumbed so quickly to fear, decided to push the man away and take a seat, she sighed loudly trying to regain control of her senses, but all this did was amuse him further. The stranger took the open chair next to her and asked, "You must have wondered where your pink panties were?"
"W-w-w... I don't..." Nancy stuttered as she tried to maintain composure. She had forgotten those underwear, ones she had given up on ever finding. It had been six months since their disappearance, and after a month she had abandoned ever learning where they had vanished too. How could he know that? And how could he have been in her place and stole them? "Wh...where are they...?" Nancy finally uttered.
"Why in my suitcase of course, and a few other things of yours as well. It has a piece of your clothing that we never got to use yet."
"Stop talking like that... you sound like a... stalker. A creep!" She exclaimed as she instinctively covered her top and pushed her skirt down to hide any part of herself from his view. "Now what the hell are you actually doing here!"
"I need a place to stay for the next while, and you are always accommodating." He smiled as his confidence oozed out of him as he leaned in closer. Nancy couldn't deny his handsome looks, the hint of a musky, virile scent hit her nostrils and as it reached her head she began to feel hot. In a split second, she realized the familiarity of his smell: It was him. She was absolutely certain, without question that it was a smell that she had deeply breathed in as his face nestled against hers, during their sex... But was she having such a hard time remembering any of this? She couldn't even remember his name. But her memories slowly began to revert, and she could see bits of what had happened between them.
Her mouth involuntarily opened, then shut, trying to find a response. After a pause, Nancy demanded: "I need you to leave, now. I don't know who you are, or how you got that photo, but you need to leave."
"Not need to be such a bad host, I've only just got here." He grinned then looked down at his hand and waved a key, "and, it looks like I already have a copy of your keys to live here whenever I want." This gave her the immediate sensation of being completely powerless. All the pepper spray and keys to lock her doors away did little to deter him from entering, and the thought scared her. What else does he have? She thought, as the uncertainty of this stranger and her future invaded her mind with the images of their past.
"How the hell did you get a copy of my key!"
"Serena..." He said her old name for emphasis, "We've been through a lot. You were the one who gave me this key. Telling to stop by whenever I'm in town." Nancy had to wonder if she knew him as much as she thought she did...
