Seducing Her Brother's Friend

Choices To Make

After a 20 minute train ride, Tyler walked for another 15 minutes. He had brought along a thermos and drank from it on his way there, needing the water to stay hydrated.

Finally, he was at the Greers' large, imposing house.

His best friend Mason Greer would be at a soccer game right now, while Beatrice was at school. This made it the perfect opportunity to confront their father. He knew Alan would be home, since Beatrice once told him of the man's work schedule.

He knocked and waited outside for a couple of minutes..

The maid opened the door, ushering him inside. He met Alan in the living room. The man was sitting cross legged on a velvet couch, reading The New York Times and sipping coffee.

"I know what you did."

Alan looked up from his newspaper.

"Give us some privacy," he said to his maid, who quickly vacated the room, leaving him alone with his daughter's ex-boyfriend. "What were you saying just now?"

"It was a good plan, I'll give you that. Getting my own parents to set me up with fake evidence, making your daughter dump me willingly instead of attempting to coerce her into it." Tyler said.

Alan seemed bemused. "If you're talking about the panties they found, it's not my fault you couldn't keep it in your pants."

"So you're denying it?" asked the university student, eyebrows raised.

"Of course. I never did anything like what you're accusing me of." The two stared at each other.

Then Tyler said "Oh, okay. Didn't know you were such a coward, but whatever."

The older man narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?" said Alan. "Do you know who you are talking to?"

"Just some guy who pretends to be a billionaire but isn't even that rich."

"I'm not that rich?" Alan said incredulously.

"You could only pay my parents $1,000 to plant the panties."

"I gave them 8,000-"

"Aha! You just admitted it."

Alan seemed taken aback. Then he said begrudgingly "I can see now why my daughter loves you."

"You can?"

"You were smart enough to goad me into talking and trap me with that misleading claim."

"I grew up reading Poirot books."

"Excellent taste," conceded Greer. "Now you expect me to tell my daughter the truth?"

"Yes. And if you don't, I'll tell her myself."

"She won't believe you."

"Oh, she will. Because of this." Tyler produced his phone with a flourish. He had recorded their conversation. Alan looked mildly impressed.

"You really are a smart boy."

"I'm giving you a choice - a way out. If I play this recording for her, she will not only realise what a scheming, manipulative person you are but also hear you denying what you did. It will make you look pathetic. Alternatively, you can tell her yourself. Make it sound like you are apologising out of genuine guilt. She would still be mad at you, of course, but you would look better from it than if I just played the recording. You would have partially redeemed yourself. Either way, she will know what you did"

Alan looked at him pensively.

"You know, I was wrong about you. You might be a good boyfriend for my daughter. Don't prove me wrong, though."

"So we have an understanding?"

"Yes."

"Have a good day." Then Tyler turned and left, feeling pleased with how the day went.

Meanwhile....

Beatrice sighed.

The blonde teen missed her older ex a lot but she still couldn't believe he was innocent. Not after his mom found the panties in his bedroom. She knew for a fact that it wasn't hers, given that she never wore anything that cheap and never forgot to put all her garments back on before leaving his house.

Stephanie and Jessica were sitting on either side of her, and the trio were surrounded by her lackeys on the swim team.

"I'm telling you, he really didn't seem like the kind to cheat," Jessica said.

"Yes, I know that. And I want to believe he didn't sleep with someone else, but what other explanation is there?"

"Maybe he's into crossdressing?" proposed Stephanie. Everyone stared at her. "I've fucked a guy who likes to wear women's clothes."

"That could be it," Tasha, a brunette swimmer, piped up.

Beatrice frowned. She began to realise just how little thought she put in before breaking up with Tyler, and that maybe she should have heard him out.

She then said "Yeah, maybe he could be a closeted crossdresser. You know what? I think I'll talk to him."

"Good!" Jessica said

They then spent the next few minutes discussing how Beatrice can get the truth out of Tyler. Stephanie, being Stephanie, came up with a depraved idea.

"Jerk him off. Edge him and don't let him cum. Tell him if he wants to cum he has to tell you why there was another girl's panties in his room."

"I swear, your brain is full of sex, you pervert," muttered Jessica, with Tasha and other girls nodding in agreement.

"You're just jealous cause you don't get laid as often," Stephanie shot back.

Christina, a busty redhead who was their school's second best swimmer after Beatrice, said "Maybe tell the guy that you know why the panties was there. That might get him nervous and make him slip up."

"That's actually a pretty good idea."

Before Beatrice and her friends could go on brainstorming more, she got a text from her dad.

"It's my dad. He wants me to go straight home after school. Said he wants to talk about something with me."

"What could it be?" asked Tasha.

"Don't know. Probably gonna tell me that I should spend less time swimming and more time studying. Get better grades and stuff, you know?"

They then headed off to class in different directions, with Jessica having the same afternoon class as Beatrice.

"Just make sure you talk to Tyler and hear his side of the story," Jessica told her friend as they sat down in the cozy classroom and waited for the teacher to arrive.

Author's Note : Thoughts so far?