A flush spread across Sara’s new face. Something had risen in her pants. It felt sort of familiar. Almost the same.

  But not.

  She couldn’t mistake the growing cock for an aroused pussy.

  Yet…

  Ugh! It was damn confusing.

  The last thing she wanted was complications. Her life was as complication-free as she could make it.

  But, if there were a more significant complication than swapping into the life of her lover, Sara couldn’t think of it.

  “Penny for your thoughts?” Carla’s soprano voice asked, startling Sara out of her circling feelings.

  Oh yeah, that’ll go over well, I’ll just say I’m thinking about how my life is complicated by being in the body of your husband.

  “Uh, the show was good.”

  “I’m surprised. Didn’t you call it a shit show for the young, when I suggested we go?” A smile played across Carla’s red lips.

  Sara had been unable to look away while Carla’s spoke. Her stomach stopped twisting and instead dropped, balled up. It was the feeling Sara got when first with a new lover. New relationship energy some people called it. That seemed too fancy for Sara.

  She just liked sex.

  But maybe not with her lover’s wife.

  That was too weird even for her. Unless of course, the wife knew everything and was into it. Threesomes could be a lot of fun.

  Sara shook her head. “Oh, uh. I guess I was wrong.”

  Again, the quirk of lips. “I guess so.”

  The rest of the trip “home” was quiet.

  Except for the spinning of Sara’s thoughts.

  They were inside the Mallory’s bedroom, and Sara had no idea what to do.

  This was stupid. How could I let Stu talk me into thinking this would work? Jason likely had a routine that Carla would recognize. If Sara deviated, Carla wouldn’t believe her husband had been possessed, but she might start asking questions. Awkward questions Sara couldn’t answer.

  “How does it feel?” Carla asked while sitting at a vanity, taking off her jewelry.

  “Uh, how does what feel?”

  The quirk of lips. “Being my husband instead of fucking him.”

  Time stopped for Sara.

  That question was not possible.

  Carla couldn’t know. Body swaps were impossible, so there was no way she could suspect.

  Unless…

  “You arranged it.”

  A grin broke out on the plump lips, only visible to Sara in the mirror. Their eyes locked in the mirror. Humor and something else… something that sent Sara’s stomach twisting. Pain. Humiliation.

  It wasn’t a victimless crime.

  Sara closed her eyes to fight back the tears.

  Until a hand touched her cheek. “It’s okay sweetheart. I’ve always known of Jason’s… extracurricular activities.”

  “But you never agreed to it,” Sara said with a sudden certainty. Her heart pounded. She’d always liked women, maybe not as much as men, but sometimes a night with a woman just felt amazing. And here was a lovely woman, older sure, but… ripe. Experienced.

  Touching Sara.

  Who wore Carla’s husband’s body.

  Love.

  Sara pulled away from the thought. She wasn’t going to love. She wouldn’t experience it. Not ever. Love only ruined a person’s life.

  “No,” the voice was filled with sadness. A sigh. “I did not,” Carla said. “But I expected it.”

  Sara opened her eyes. Big brown eyes stared at her.

  Beautiful.

  Lovely.

  Her pulse raced in her ears.

  No.

  It was bad enough she’d borrowed Carla’s husband, now she was stuck in his body. She didn’t dare feel anything for the woman.

  Once back in the right body, she’d break it off. And keep to single men in the future. Married men were less demanding on her time, but she could see that it wasn’t fair. Not at all.

  Back.

  At home.

  With Mark.

  A grin spread across her face.

  Carla took a step back, confusion flashing across her face. “You had a thought?”

  Sara shook her head. “Uh, I have a roommate.”

  “Ah.” Carla turned and walked to a closet. “Unzip me?” Carla waited patiently by the door, pulling her hair away from the zipper. “I suppose it would be amusing to have Jason stuck in a woman’s body while living with a woman. Is she attractive?”

  The amusement dancing in Sara’s mind pushed away from the fluttering feeling in her stomach that had arisen when Carla asked her to unzip her dress.

  She walked across the bedroom, heels might make her true body look better, but flat shoes were sooooo lovely.

  “It’s not a woman.” She brushed the back of Carla’s neck while reaching for the zipper. Not used to the more significant body. The longer reach.

  Carla shivered but didn’t move away. “Oh? Is he nice-looking then? Darren was uncertain if a person swapped into another body would retain the body’s attractions or gain the new mind’s desires.” She paused. “It really is difficult to talk about, isn’t it? So confusing.”

  Sara laughed. “It is. Just thinking about the situation started giving me a headache. And… wait. Who is Darren?”

  “You can unzip while talking. Darren is Stu. It’s his real name though he doesn’t like it.” Carla laughed. “Can you imagine willingly going by Stu and Stupendous Stu at that, to avoid using Darren?” Carla almost slipped away from Sara from laughing so hard.

  “That is nuts.” Sara pulled the zipper down, revealing an expanding landscape of dark skin. Despite the elegance of the dress, Carla had a thick bra on underneath. Sara empathized. Large breasts might look good, but they were a pain in the ass. She guessed Carla was an order of magnitude bigger than Sara’s normal body. Their different heights and body shapes made it hard to say for sure.

  “You never answered, is your roommate attractive?’

  Sara laughed. “It’s better than that. He is gorgeous. And it’s not just a roommate. It’s a roommate with benefits.’

  Carla turned and stared at Sara for a moment before breaking down in giggles. “Oh my. Poor Jason. Poor, poor Jason.”

  Still chuckling minutes later, Carla started shimmying out of her dress.

  More dark skin. The black bra somehow drawing attention to Carla’s deep brown skin. A color that Sara knew she could never achieve through tanning, but envy still built.

  Incredible cleavage.

  Sara’s eyes dove into the crevasse. Lost herself.

  What am I doing? Sara spun.

  The rustling of clothing paused. “Oh. Sorry.”

  “No. It’s fine.”

  “I’m sure you don’t need to see old nakedness.” More than a hint of bitterness had entered Carla’s voice.

  Sara turned, seeking her lover’s wife’s eyes. “You’re hardly old.”

  The red lips, so red on the darker skin, quirked. “That’s sweet to say, but I know how I look.”

  “You’re beautiful!” Sara blurted out.

  “I-I could almost believe you mean that.”

  “It’s true,” this time Sara spoke softly, but from the heart. Carla was beautiful. Maybe others wouldn’t look past her short stature, curviness, or age, but Sara had been with so many different people of so many different looks that she’d long since realized attraction didn’t rely on a checklist. Whatever Carla had, it piqued Sara’s interest. And with her new cock, the peak might just be literal.

  “Thank you for lying sweetie. But I’ve seen your picture.” She laughed a harsh laugh. “I almost did the body swap with you instead. But I chickened out.” Carla paused, looking at the ceiling. “If your roommate is that good-looking, I wonder if I made a mistake.”

  “Oh, you did. He’s a bodybuilder and artist. Hard body with soft hands. It’s quite a contrast.”

  Carla laughed.

  “But,” Sara stepped towards Carla. Not sure what she was doing but feeling the need to do something. “I’m glad you chose to stay.”

  Carla looked up at Sara, chewing on her lip in a way that sent a shiver through Sara. “Do you feel him?”

  Confused, Sara asked, “Him? Jason?”

  “Yeah? Can you… is he still in there? His… desires?”

  “I…” Sara paused. Considered. “I don’t know. I feel…” She stopped. How far could she go? How far dare she?

  “What do you feel?” Carla asked. Her voice soft. Curious.

  “Desire.”

  “Ah.” Carla looked away. “So, he’s gone.”

  “What?” Sara tried to think of what she had said. How had she gone wrong?

  “Jason hasn’t felt anything for me since… well maybe ever. He was bitter from the first that our parents pushed the marriage so hard and he couldn’t look past that to see me.”

  “I didn’t know that.”

  “No reason you should. I doubt Jason even does.”

  Sara stepped closer, Carla turned and looked up. Their bodies almost touching.

  Sara reached out, hesitated. “Can I touch you? Your cheek?”

  “Why?”

  “I want to feel you.”

  “Okay,” Carla said.

  Sara brushed her hand across Carla’s cheek. Cupped it. Carla nuzzled into the palm. It was… different having such a big hand. Not as big as Mark’s but still an upsize from her own.

  “Can I kiss you,” Sara whispered.

  “You? Or your body?” Carla asked.

  “I want to. I am… was, interested in all people. I don’t know how much of what I feel right now is coming from that and how much is the newness of the body. I do know that it’s me, my feelings of desire driving this need.”

  “Kiss me,” Carla agreed.

  Their lips touched.

  Soft.

  Sara closed her eyes.

  Explored.

  A tentative touch with her tongue.

  Returned by Carla.

  Like new lovers, despite the familiarity of the bodies.

  They took their time.

  Touched.

  Carla undressed Sara. She could have done it, suits weren’t complicated, but Carla wanted to.

  “It’s been some time since he let me,” she confessed.

  Sara had no objection.

  They stood. Staring. Touching.

  Faces.

  Chests.

  Sara kissed down Carla’s neck, feeling the throb of her pulse. Carla kissed across Sara’s chest, not as sensitive as her real body’s but the feelings still drew a moan out of Sara.

  They retired to the bed as one.

  Explored more.

  Sara had been with women, even some with breasts as large as her own, but Carla’s exceeded all others in magnificence.

  Glory.

  There was no hesitation in Carla’s voice when she said she was ready.

  No second thoughts from Sara when she penetrated Carla.

  They moved slowly.

  Together.

  Their passion growing together.

  Sara’s first time as a man. She knew she’d get one chance, before needing to recover. She knew Jason’s body but pushed the guilt aside for the pleasure of the moment.

  Maybe there’d be recriminations later.

  Not then.

  Carla peaked first. A soft cry, her wonderous breasts shaking and quaking.

  Too much.

  The building pressure released from within Sara.

  It exploded in a dazzling expulsion that left her breathless and gasping.

  She collapsed beside Carla.

  Pulled the older woman into her arms, nuzzling her neck.

  In the morning, Sara might be confused. Might even regret what had happened. At that moment, she only regretted that she couldn’t stay.

  Chapter Twelve

  Waking up in the arms of another person was not a unique situation for Sara. Even occasional strangers, though she preferred her lovers to be someone she’d gotten to know. If only over a cup of coffee.

  So, the unfamiliar location did not phase Sara when she woke the next morning.

  The throbbing cock between her legs did.

  Why wouldn’t it go down?

  She didn’t even feel aroused.

  It just sort of… came alive.

  What the?

  “Mm,” Carla mumbled. Her eyes fluttered open as she looked at Sara.

  Smiled.

  The smile faded.

  Came back.

  “It’s been a while since I woke feeling… satisfied.”

  Poor Carla. “Why didn’t you take a lover?”

  The silence went on so long, Sara feared she’d asked a taboo question, but Carla sighed, rolled onto her back, her generous breasts sliding to the sides and catching Sara’s attention.

  Even with women, it hadn’t been the breasts which drew her, but the difference in sex. Oh, a man could go down on her, but there was something different about loving a person with the same body. Not better. Just different.

  With Carla, or maybe it was Jason’s body, the breasts enticed Sara. Made her mouth water and her cock throb. Before, it had just been a hard lump between her legs, but Carla’s movement moved it from up to aroused.

  An amused smile crossed Carla’s lips. “You seemed to wake up suddenly.”

  “I think I got hungry.”

  “Ah, well, I can make breakfast.”

  “It’s not that kind of hunger.” Sara rolled onto Carla, keeping her weight on her elbows, but pressing the older woman down into the bed.

  “May I make love to you?”

  “So polite.”

  “I believe it’s important,” Sara said with a wink.

  Carla wrapped her arms around Sara and grinned. “Make love to me.”

  They kissed, ignoring morning breath as best they could.

  Their bodies merged.

  Sara took it slow again, even though her morning erection demanded attention now that she’d awoken it for real.

  She wanted to savor the moment.

  Sex with Carla had been different.

  The noticeable difference being Sara no longer had a woman’s body. She didn’t think that was everything, though.

  It wasn’t love. They didn’t even know each other. Nor did Sara think it was Carla’s love for husband—if that even existed—it was something else.

  Hope?

  Maybe.

  When she slid into Carla, Carla’s head rolled back, her face getting a familiar expression of pain and pleasure.

  Sara made love with her eyes closed, but this time she watched.

  Each slow thrust bringing a brightening expression from Carla.

  Her lips parted. Carla cried out when she reached climax. Unable to hold back, Sara’s thrusts increased to a frenzied pace as she joined her lover in orgasm, flooding Carla’s pussy with her seed.

  They collapsed giggling and nuzzling each other.

  “You never did answer my question. And you can skip it if you want.”

  Carla paused in her mixing of the pancake batter. “Question?”

  Sara smiled around a sip of her coffee. “Why didn’t you take lovers?”

  “Ah. That question.”

  “You don’t have to answer,” Sara said, quietly, trying to project sincerity. She wanted to know, but she didn’t want to hurt Carla.

  “No. I just… I didn’t… I couldn’t break my upbringing. Loyal wife and mother. That’s what I was raised to be.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. My life hasn’t been unhappy, just missing something. Anyway, I filled it with other things.”

  “Such as?” Sara asked, desperate for anything to diminish the guilt she felt. Not that it would work. She knew that now.

  Carla turned, she wore only a white apron and Sara regretted the loss of the view of Carla’s plump ass, but the way the apron covered but couldn’t contain Carla’s breasts, did replace the picture quite nicely.

  “I’m the power behind the company.”

  “What?” Sara asked. Confused. Jason liked to brag, and Sara had assumed there had been something behind the boasts besides narcissism.

  “Yep. I studied for years. I even have a Ph.D. and two master’s degrees.”

  “Damn girl. Way to go!”

  Carla did a little dance that sent a tingle to Sara’s cock. “Jason doesn’t even know that the executives come to me for the real decisions. He just gets the hot secretary.”

  “You deserve a hot secretary too.”

  A laugh and Carla turned back to the pancakes. “I’m fine with things as they are. In truth, my biggest accomplishment was choosing good senior executives. They do most of the work while I oversee policy for the company.”

  “That’s a bit beyond my level.”

  “Since you asked, I’ll ask you. Why?”

  Sara wanted to pretend she didn’t know what Carla was asking. Or that she hadn’t heard. That wouldn’t be fair. Carla had answered.

  “I,” she tried to think of just enough of the truth to get by. She didn’t want to lie. Nothing came to her. With a sigh, she continued. “My mother was used by men. I decided I didn’t want that. I suppose I could have ignored men, or gone lesbian, but I sort of like cock too much.” She grinned. Then reconsidered. “There is something pretty awesome about having a cock though instead of having cock.”

  Carla laughed, her ample ass jiggling in a mesmerizing way. Had she not been slaving over a hot stove; Sara would have been all over her. As it was, she was hard-pressed not to press her hardness into that ass.

  A minute later, Carla said, “I’m sorry.”

  “Huh? For what?”

  “For assuming you were a horrible person. I-I did this to teach you a lesson.”

  “I am a horrible person.”

  Carla spun, batter and boobs flying. “No. You are not. We are… We are just people. Hurting. Getting by.”

  Pancakes and hot stove or no, Sara jumped to her feet, lifted Carla onto the edge of the counter.

  Looking into her eyes, Sara waited until Carla nodded before slipping inside her. She held the position as they kissed.

  A soft, gentle kiss.

  Nuzzling.

  Pancake batter drizzled between them. Sara leaned down to lick it away.

  Carla laughed. “You should eat raw batter.”

 

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