Unwitting Queen of Spades Ch. 01

This is the first story I've put on paper, or digital paper I guess. I've written some things over the years but am by no means a 'writer'. If anyone enjoys this I have a few more parts or chapters to put out already. Just sort of testing the waters I suppose. Thank you for reading if you do, and I would welcome any feedback :)

Chapter 1

'Fucking Jordan...' I mumbled to myself, shaking my head and grinning slightly as I picked up an errant pair of panties from the hallway floor. Jordan is my neighbor, along with the 30 or so other folks who call these apartments home. He's the typical "young, dumb and full of cum" type of guy as the discarded panties outside our doors were effortlessly proving, another one of his lady friends I assume. We'd met a few years back when I'd moved into the complex, literally bumping into each other in the hall. He'd been curious about the new guy he'd be sharing a wall with and popped out to try and catch a glimpse of me. He'd told me I looked more like a Kyle than a Jack when I'd told him my name. We bonded quickly through a shared love of nerd related things and activities. It was a little surpising to me at first, Jordan didn't look like a nerd, he looked like a jock or some other cookie cutter meathead stereotype.

Jordan is 6'3", 215lbs of tight muscle and dark skin and in comparison, I'm more of a dorky surfer looking guy. 5'10", shoulder length scraggly blonde hair, 165lbs of still skinny but never worked out a day in my life kind of body and whiter than the day is long. I'd met his friends fairly quickly, seeing as how I had none in my new surroundings. They were all just like us in their mid early twenties, but they were also all tall and practically lived at the gym like Jordan. His friends became my friends and we all settled into the usual routines of hanging out on weekends and staying up late at Jordans or my place playing video games and drinking.

That's how life's been right up until now, when I found this pair of panties in the hallway. I absent mindedly balled them up and shoved them in my pocket as I searched for my keys in my backpack. Finally unlocking the door I stepped inside and tossed my backpack into the corner and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I had a long sweaty day at work and I felt so gross. Pants taken off and discarded onto the tile floor, balled up panties completely forgotten.

It was a slightly unusual Friday night it turns out, all of our buds had prior engagements and couldn't hang out so it ended up just being me and Jordan. I felt like we hadn't hung out alone in years, this was going to be great! As I was heading towards my door to pop over to Jordans, my doorbell rang. It startled me a bit but I opened it to find Jordan standing there holding a six pack and a pizza box.

"Yo we haven't hung out just the two of us in ages dude, let's do it right!" He loudly proclaimed as I laughed and stepped aside to let him in. He tossed the beers in the fridge, not before ripping off two for us, and plopped the pizza down on the counter.

"Alright man, you don't get to pick Kazuya until we've had at least 2 beers" Jordan said dropping down onto the couch, grabbing the Nintendo Switch pro controller from the coffee table and starting up Super Smash Brothers.

We blew through the six pack and had moved on to rum and cokes, pizza long gone and the increasing amount of intoxication directly affecting our in game performance. We stopped playing seriously and had moved on to just fucking around when Jordan went to get another drink and half tripped on the way back from the kitchen, spilling it all over himself and drenching his pants. "Ah damn it...sorry Jack, I'll uhh..." he trailed off, momentarily losing the thought.

"Don't worry about it" I said, "You wanna go home or stay and keep goofin off?"

"Obviously I want to stay but I gotta go get new pants or sweats or something, this is fucking cold." He started towards my door as I got up to get a towel from the bathroom. "Wait, if I go home now I'm probably just gunna pass out when I get there...I guess I could just keep em on, they'll dry out soon enough" He turned back as I was coming back to the living room.

"Oh dude, I totally have a pair of sweats you can wear for tonight, they might be a little tight but they're not soaked with booze" I suggested as I tossed the towel onto the large wet stain on my floor. "They're on my bed, the gray ones" I said as I got down to scrub at the soaked area of carpet.

"Hell yeah man, that works" Jordan said as he started down the hall towards my room. He came back a little bit later and I saw that he had just managed to squeeze into my sweats. They almost looked like leggings on him and I couldn't help but notice that the front bulged out in a very not subtle way. Bastard was jacked and had a big dick? Not fair.

I shook my head and got back into whatever the hell we were doing in the game, jumping around and spamming special moves, making stupid noises and tea bagging everything. At some point we hit the proverbial wall and Jordan headed back to his apartment with my sweats and plans to reconvene tomorrow. I passed out on the couch almost immediately.

The next day came as it always does after a night of drinking, too soon and too intensely. I was definitely hung over but I'd had worse. I got up and stumbled into the kitchen, grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and started downing it like I'd been dehydrated in the desert for 10 days. I wobbled down the hall to my room and fell face first onto my bed, letting sleep take me again.

I woke suddenly, jarred out of my slumber by my phones incessant vibrating from underneath me. "Shit what time is it..." I checked my phone and saw that Jordan had texted me a few times and that it was after 4 PM. "Jesus, there goes the day" I said to myself, crawling out of bed and back into the bathroom to take care of my teeth and B.O.. Scrubbing my teeth I checked the texts from Jordan.

[Dude I just woke up and I feel like shit lol] 1:37 PM

[Hey hit me up when you finally wake up man, lets chill] 2:23 PM

[Bro are you dead? 💀💀 lol] 3:14 PM

[JAAAAACCCKKKK] 4:00 PM

'Doofus' I chuckled and typed out a reply.

{No I am not dead, but I certainly slept like it. I'm up, you can come by whenever.} 4:10 PM

He texted back almost immediately and then I heard my door open. 'Damn, I didn't think he'd be that quick' I thought and hurriedly spat out the toothpaste and then sprayed on some deodorant. I walked out into my living room and Jordan was sitting on the couch, lounging like he owned it. "What's up" I said as I rounded the corner and sat next to him.

"Not much, figured I'd return your skinny boy sweats" he chuckled as he tossed them over to me.

"Oh shit," I said, catching them with my face "I forgot you had them".

I stood up to go toss them into my hamper and stopped at the bathroom deciding to grab my previously discarded pants as well. As I picked them up I remembered that I'd shoved those panties into my pocket and never dealt with them. I checked the pocket and my heart started to beat a little faster. The panties weren't in there. I quickly checked the other pocket and found them. 'I could have sworn I shoved them in the other pocket' I thought to myself. They weren't crumpled up in a ball either, they were folded. I know I hadn't folded them. 'Did...did Jordan find these somehow? When would he have even...no. That doesn't make sense.' I shook my head and balled up the panties in my hand and headed to my bedroom. I deposited my pants and sweats into the hamper, hesitating by my dresser holding the panties. I didn't know what to do with them.

I figured I'd just toss them after he left, no sense in trying to give them back or anything. They felt nice though, whatever material they were made of, it was cool to the touch. 'I wonder what they actually look like' I thought, and unfolded the panties. They were baby pink with white lace trim all around the edges and a little stretchy. Not really a thong style but the back was thinner than regular panties. There was also a big white spade on the front, with a large 'Q' in the middle of it. 'I wonder what that's all about?' I couldn't decipher the seemingly random image and popped open my top drawer and shoved them in. "I will deal with you later" I said to myself and headed back out to Jordan.

"Took you long enough, those sweats still fit after I stretched them out to man size?"Jordan said with a slight chuckle.

"If anything they're easier to put on now, I swear you sheared some of the threads off just by wearing them" I retorted, plopping down onto the couch again. "So what's on the agenda for today? More Smash, watch a movie, catch up on some shows, maybe go somewhere?" I asked him, pulling out my phone and idly checking on a game.

"Uhh...I don't know, I didn't really have any hard plans, figured we'd just wing it like usual." Jordan pulled out his phone as well to occupy a little time, possibly look into things for us to do.

"Ok, I'm down for whatever man, I have no plans either." I opened another game, checking on some rewards.

We continued in this vein for about 20 minutes, suggesting things to do while engrossed in our phones until we decided to at least just go to 7-11 and get some thinking snacks. I really wanted a slurpee. We took Jordans car and got me a slurpee and he picked up some red energy drink. We stood outside and downed those failry quickly, only stopping for 2 brain freezes, and got back in his car.

We drove by a game shop, which led us to the mall, which then found us at a bar we'd been wanting to try for a while. We stayed at said bar the rest of the night, getting sloshed and eating too many pretzels and peanuts and a quick appetizer sample platter that was ill advised but still delicious. We had to Uber back to our apartment building since there was no way either of us was fit to drive.

Reaching our doors I fished around in my pocket for my keys and unlocked my door, Jordan heading in behind me.

"Are we really just repeatin' last night?" I asked as I headed to the refrigerator to grab some waters for us.

"Fuck it man" Jordan answered, grabbing a controller on his way down onto the couch.

I tossed him a water which he made no attempt to catch so it just landed on the couch next to him. I sat and grabbed my other controller and we got to playing some indie game I had picked up the other day.

About 30 minutes later Jordan took a break to grab another water and hit the bathroom while I finished off a few levels. When he came back he wobbled a bit as he walked, indicating to me that both of us were still too drunk to probably even think straight. That didn't stop him though, as soon as he sat back down he started talking about this woman he had just slept with.

"She was wild dude, super into it. She was kinky too, it was hot." Jordan nudged me with his elbow at the end, not being subtle at all about wanting me to ask some follow up questions.

"What kinda shit was she into?" I obliged, although I was genuinely curious. He hadn't found any of his recent lady friends exciting enough to talk about, so this one had to be into something that made an impression.

"She was super into BBC. Totally got off on it." He raised an eyebrow and gave me a knowing grin.

"BBC...the fucking British TV channel? That's hella random." I said, fully thinking that he got some weird ass chick that got off on baking and silly walks. Like I said though, too drunk to think properly, so my brain took the innocent route for once.

Jordan laughed and looked at me, "Ha! Yeah man, that BBC, sure."

I stared at him dumbfounded for about 30 seconds before my brain clicked over, "OH" I stated, "the other BBC."

"Come on man haha" He was focused on the game while he spoke, "Yeah she had a little choker and matching panties with the queen of spades on it, she really wanted me to know. I've heard some white girls love that stuff but this was the first time I'd seen it in person. I loved it."

"Queen of...Spades...?" As I said it out loud my brain sputtered and came to life, immediately conjuring up the image of the panties I had found in the hallway. The panties that were currently sitting in my underwear drawer. I asked a follow up question, "What's a Queen of Spades?"

"You've never heard of that? Come on no way, it's all over the internet." He looked at me with an odd expression, not quite quizzical like you'd expect.

"No I have no idea what it means or what it even is," I kind of lied. I now knew what the symbol looked like, but I had no idea what it meant.

"Hm, well it's a spade, like from a playing card. Like casino cards you know? The black symbol that looks like a shovel kinda? It's that with a capital Q in the middle of it. I..." Jordans gaze faded out, as if he got lost in thought. "I honestly don't know where it came from or why they landed on that, but it basically means that whoever wears it only fucks black guys."

"Oh ok, gotcha. That's cool? I'm not sure how to feel about it honestly." I said, getting a little uncomfortable knowing I had this declaration of black cock devotion in my dresser.

"It is man, it's hot. She said some crazy shit too after we fucked. She was telling me how she got into it and she said being a Queen of Spades is really popular with white dudes too."

My brain was going into overdrive, well, drunk overdrive anyway. "Like gay dudes? I guess that's not super surprising. There's people out there into all kinds of stuff". My mind was reeling. 'Ok, he had to have found the panties in my pants somehow. He knows they're that chicks, but he also knows I kept them for some reason. Fuck. Why did I pick them up? If he says anything just tell him what happened.'

"Not necessarily gay dudes. I'm sure there's plenty of gay dudes into that but what she was sayin was wild. She said it's mostly straight guys, but they get off on wearing women's clothes and letting black guys fuck them. Some of them get racist about it, but most just love the color contrast apparently, that and submitting to a black man I guess. Kinda nuts right?" Jordan stared at me, waiting for my contribution to the conversation.

I wanted to just blurt out 'Oh so that's what was on that underwear I found in the hallway, I meant to give those to you, I know you like trophies' but I didn't have any words, my mouth was too god damn dry.

"It was wild to hear for sure" he continued, "but honestly the thought of that kinda turned me on though, you know?" Right on cue, Jordan pulled out the panties from his sweater pocket and placed them on the coffee table between us, spade symbol up and stared at me.

'MOTHER. FUCKER.' I silently screamed in my head. He had gone into my room and found them, he wasn't going to the bathroom earlier.

"She offered to let me keep these and I actually thought I had lost them. How did you get them? Why did you keep them?" He asked me, a genuine curiosity in his tone, but it was also laced with a quiet confidence. Like he was asking to be polite, as if he already knew the answer.

"They were on the ground in the hallway and I just randomly picked them up. I was going to give them to you but I straight up forgot about them." I answered through a completely dried out mouth.

"Ok", he said, "but, these were in your underwear drawer. What's up with that?"

"What were you doing going through my shit in the first place man?" I retorted, starting to get defensive.

"Well, I went to the bathroom last night before I got your sweats and saw the pants on the floor. I figured I'd try those on since they were already dirty and I found the panties in the pocket. I was pretty surprised to find them and was wondering why you had them, but I didn't want to take too long or say anything. I just folded them up real quick and stuck them in a pocket. When I went to the bathroom earlier I got curious about them since I didn't see the pants in there anymore. I checked your pants in your hamper and they weren't there so I snooped a little. It kinda seems like you want to keep them." Jordan looked at me with a half smile.

"Look, I don't know why I put them in there. I panicked a little bit when I found them in the wrong pocket and I had decided to just toss them after we were done hanging out so I shoved them into a drawer until later. I swear, that's all." I hoped I had managed to back off my defensive attitude from before enough so that answer appeared genuine. It was, but I was fucking nervous.

Jordan just sort of looked at me for a little bit, then picked up the panties and started to rub them between his thumb and forefinger. "Panties always feel so nice to the touch don't they? I love getting a nice handful and feeling that fabric on my palms." He was looking at me again while he said this and then very obviously adjusted the front of his pants. I looked on instinct and immediately bounced my eyes off his crotch to another spot in the room, praying he didn't see me look.

He saw, he'd never taken his eyes off me. 'Shit, that's not fair. You always look if something moves! Fuck.' I thought, regretting having working eyeballs.

Jordan could see me getting flustered and then did something that completely took me by surprise. He stood up, pulled me up off the couch with him, shoved the panties into a front pocket of my jeans and pressed his crotch into mine. I was frozen. Frozen in that moment of complete confusion and total realization that he was rock hard and felt like he was A. Lot. Bigger than me. On my best day he had to still be INCHES bigger.

Jordans face was uncomfortably close to mine, I had to look up at him to meet his gaze. "I believe you, but I think you should keep them", he said, "they'll probably look good on you'". Then he flexed his cock, twitching it into mine as if to rub in the size difference, turned around and walked out my door back to his apartment.

I stood there, a deer in headlights staring into the middle distance for a while. "What the fuck was that?" I said out loud. "What the fuck? What in the actual fuck?" I pulled the panties out of my pocket and looked at them again. The Queen of Spades logo standing out even more now, almost mocking me.