A lick across Carla’s nipples had the older woman squirming, and though the position wasn’t comfortable, Sara kept nuzzling Carla’s breasts. She didn’t want to let go, but they both reached the point where they needed more.

  Slow thrusts.

  Hard.

  Eyes open.

  Watching.

  Gazing.

  They came together, holding to each other in desperation.

  Wealth brought results, and Sara used her newfound position to get reservations on a dinner cruise.

  But first, they did something Jason never would have.

  They went shopping.

  Carla bent over laughing. “I can’t believe we are doing this.”

  “Just keep going, woman.”

  “Woman? When did you get so bossy? And who’s talking anyway?”

  Sara grinned. “I’m trying my domineering voice. How’d I do?”

  “My pussy quaked with anticipation of servicing your needs.”

  “Oh. Good one.”

  “Thank you.”

  Dinner under a moonlit sky.

  Dancing to soft music.

  Eyes.

  Brown.

  Staring.

  Wondering.

  Did they reflect what was going through Sara’s mind?

  Could there be more?

  Slow.

  Gentle.

  Love-making.

  Their cries peaking together.

  And afterward. Almost as important. The cuddling. Snuggling.

  It couldn’t be love.

  Sara barely believed in love. Love this quick? No.

  It had to be a side-effect of the magic. Some weird quirk. Carla getting the husband she wanted and Sara doing what she always did, a new relationship.

  That had to be it.

  So why did her thoughts burn throughout the night?

  Stay as Jason.

  Chapter Thirteen

  A text.

  Stu: Need to meet, coffee. 10 am.

  Hands trembling, Sara sent off a confirmation. The remembered day before rattled her thoughts.

  Did she have to leave?

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Uh.” Don’t lie. “Stu wants to meet.”

  “Ah.”

  “I, um. Was regretting it.”

  Carla’s face fell.

  “No!” Sara said, jumping to her feet. “I meant regretting that the time is up.”

  “Oh!” Carla smiled. Frowned. “I-I, hadn’t considered that.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ll need a few more days.”

  Sara struggled to contain a grin. The last thing she wanted was for Jason to suspect something was up. He was the vindictive type. If he thought Sara enjoyed her new life, he’d do something to sabotage it.

  “How many?” Jason asked. Hearing your own voice, but the tone off somehow, had to be the most disconcerting thing Sara had suffered through.

  It was like looking at yourself in one of those old funhouse mirrors. It was you, but not.

  “Just a few. The spell is complicated.” Stu—Darren, Sara thought, fighting off another grin—ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just… complicated,” he finished with a sigh.

  Jason ground his teeth. Sara winced. If she had to go back to her old body, she didn’t want her teeth reduced to little nubs.

  “Fine, but this is it, wizard. No more delays.”

  He took that better than I thought he would. Stu seemed to think so as well. He stared at Jason until the man—woman—turned away.

  “Stu,” Sara called out. She’d waited outside while Jason wandered off, back home to sulk probably.

  She had to talk to the wizard though, and as much as she wanted to call him Darren to see his reaction, she held back. When you needed a favor, needling the person you wanted it from was not a great way.

  “Hm? Oh, hi Sara. What can I do for you?” He held up his hand. “If this is to urge me to hurry, don’t bother, I’m already trying to push through this. I can’t go any faster.”

  “No. No. I was just wondering. What would happen if you didn’t swap us back?”

  Stu cocked his head, frowning. “You’d snapback.”

  “What?”

  “The spirit and body are connected. Unless something holds them in place, like my accidental spell, they will seek each other out again. Snap.” Stu clapped his hands together, causing Sara to jump.

  “So, no matter what, we’ll get our bodies back?”

  “Yeah. Well, like I said. Something could anchor them.”

  “Like what?”

  Stu glanced at her, shrugged. “A spell I suppose, but I’d think that would get harder and harder to maintain.” He paused. Tapped a finger on his lips. “Or maybe not. Maybe the spirit would adapt to the new body.”

  “So, you could keep us in these bodies?”

  “Nah. I don’t think I have the power. And things I’d have to do to raise it…” He shuddered as if the thought horrified him.

  Damn.

  “Okay. Just wanted to make sure everything was really okay.”

  “Oh, sure. Oh. I guess pregnancy could halt the process. The pregnant body wouldn’t dare let go of the spirit until after birth. I suspect by then, both bodies and spirits would have adjusted too much for the snap back to work.”

  “Huh. Pregnancy. Well. I guess I don’t have to worry about that.”

  “Nope. And I warned Jason. Everything should be fine; he doesn’t seem like the type to be fucking around in a woman’s body anyway. Too much a believer in that alpha male crap.”

  Sara laughed. But her thoughts flew. Pregnant. Would it be so bad?

  Could she?

  Did she dare?

  A smile flickered across Stu’s face as he watched Sara leave. She didn’t even seem to be aware of her thoughts. The seed had been planted. What would grow? Would it be enough?

  “How did you prevent pregnancy? I assume with your… lifestyle, you did something.”

  “Pill and condoms. I’ve never even had a slip. Though I do let Mark fuck me bare so long as he uses condoms with everyone else. We got checked every month too. Though that was for disease, not pregnancy.” Sara smiled.

  Carla looked away. “I-I don’t know if I could deal with that. Not… after. This.”

  Sara touched Carla’s hand. “I wouldn’t ask you to.”

  “You could stay with one… person?”

  “The right person? Yes. A week ago, I would have laughed. Now I know better.

  Carla turned back with a smile, though her eyes were moist.

  “Would Jason know to take the pill?”

  “No, I never said anything. I didn’t think of it, and I didn’t think it would matter.”

  “So…”

  “It might work. I don’t know if it’s that fast. A little luck… Maybe?”

  They looked at each other.

  “One time,” Carla said. “For the future.”

  “Just once,” Sara agreed. And she meant it.

  Chapter Fourteen

  A knock startled Jason from his pacing. Thoughts raced through his mind.

  Confusing.

  Dangerous.

  A lifetime as a man, why would he want to be a woman now? To lose all the power he’d accumulated.

  The wealth.

  The women.

  What would he even do?

  Lawrence.

  He shuddered.

  No.

  Mark had agreed to go on a few days long trip after Jason claimed he needed some time alone.

  No fighting. Just agreed.

  What was Sara’s relationship with him?

  The knock sounded again.

  Lawrence.

  Who else would come by? Part of Jason wanted nothing more than to answer the door and throw himself on Lawrence.

  To surrender.

  To become…

  Not Sara.

  But a woman in her body at least.

  No!

  He could hide under the bed.

  Hold on.

  Hadn’t Lawrence had a key?

  Why would he be knocking?

  A knot Jason hadn’t even noticed unlaced in his stomach, but a surge of disappointment attacked him.

  Crazy.

  “Hey, Jason.”

  “You,” Jason said to Sara. To himself by the look of things. Sara, in his body, stood at the door.

  “Can I come in?”

  He considered saying no, just to spite her, but he nodded and stepped out of the way.

  Sara entered, dressed more casually than Jason ever had when the body had been his.

  It would be his again!

  A t-shirt and jean shorts. Sandals. He winced to see his body treated so… poorly.

  How had Carla even let Sara out of the house dressed like that?

  “What did you want?” Jason asked, his growl sounding much more whiney than he’d hoped. He still didn’t have complete control of his new voice. Things seemed different than Jason expected. Part of the reason he’d sent Mark out of the house was the man had begun giving him odd looks.

  “Just to chat,” Sara said. She sat on the couch like she owned the place.

  Which he supposed she did. As far as he knew, she’d lived here before they’d met. If his money had been invested into the condo, he didn’t know.

  “What about?” Jason asked. Curious. Why had she come now? They’d been swapped for 2 days, and the only contact had been the brief meeting with Stu, plus a few equally fleeting texts.

  “Us.” She looked away, outside. The window shades were open, showing the view of the city. An expensive condo, not as high end as his own, but still more than a 20-something should be able to afford. Even with a roommate.

  Roommate.

  “Sure. Let’s start with Mark.”

  Sara grinned like she’d told the world’s greatest joke. “Surprise.”

  “Bitch.”

  Glancing down at herself, Sara shook her head. “Not anymore. But you’re right. I should have told you.”

  “Yes, you should… wait. I’m right?”

  “Yeah. I am sorry.”

  “Uh. Thanks?”

  “Did Mark cause you any problems? He’s… frisky when I’m gone a day or two.”

  Turning away to hide his burning face, Mark shook his head. “No. I convinced him to take a week out of town.”

  “Ah, he must need inspiration to have agreed that easily.”

  Inspiration? Almost, Jason asked, but he would be back in his own body before Mark returned. “Is that all? You just dropped by to tease me about your roommate?”

  Grinning, Sara shook her head. “No. That’s just frosting on top of the cake.”

  Jason rolled his eyes. “Fine, what do you want?”

  “I like your wife.”

  “What?” He surged to his feet. “You told her?”

  “Of course not! Would she believe me? Unless she somehow knew, that would be crazy to attempt. No. I’ve just spent more time with her than you apparently.”

  Jason sat, ignoring his churning stomach. How he handled his relationship with his wife was none of this woman’s business.

  “Fine. You like my wife. So what?”

  “We are done. After swapping back.”

  “No kidding? I never would have thought that.”

  Sara shrugged. “Be sarcastic if you want. I can’t keep going. I won’t do that to her. She’s a good woman.”

  Jason squirmed in his seat. “And what about Mark? It’s okay for you to cheat on your boyfriend, but I should feel guilty for my spouse?”

  “Mark?” Sara laughed. “We are in an open relationship. We can both do what we want, as long as we’re careful.”

  “So? That’s how Carla and I are.” Got you, bitch.

  “She knows what you do, I suspect, but accepting it? No. We are done, Jason. And if you had half the brains you think you do; you’d take a hard look at your relationship with her. Fortunately, I don’t think that will matter.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Just that. I suspect this experience is going to change a lot of us. Maybe for the better. Maybe not. Either way, we can’t go back to the way things were.”

  “I had no intention of, so that’s fine. You didn’t have to come all this way to tell me that.”

  “I felt it better to do in person.”

  Fine, two could play that. “Mark. Greg. Lawrence. How many men were there?”

  Sara shrugged. “More. Though I don’t know any Greg or Lawrence.” She paused. A knowing look spread across her face. “You dog!”

  “I didn’t!”

  “You did. OMG, that’s hilarious.”

  “What do you mean you don’t know Greg or Lawrence? Jen pushed Greg on me like I knew him, and Lawrence had a key!”

  “He had a key? God damn it, Mark.”

  “He’s Mark’s friend?”

  “I told you, I literally don’t know a Lawrence. But if he has a key, he must be.”

  Fear spread in Jason. How had Lawrence gotten a key? How had he known?

  “I’ll ask Mark if he gets back before. That’s a little freaky.”

  Sara nodded. “It is. I don’t like this.” She paced the room before shaking her head. “Contact a locksmith as well. Sooner the better.”

  “Good idea.” But did he want to? He shivered as the memories of the pleasure flooded back. “Anything else?”

  “Yeah. Can I use your bathroom?”

  Bathroom? “Sure. I’m certain you know where it is.”

  When she came out, Sara looked… if that expression had been on his face, he’d say embarrassed. She ran a hand through her—his—hair before speaking.

  “One last time?”

  It took Jason a long moment to figure out what she was asking. “Really? You insult me, attack me in my—your—own home and now want me to fuck you?”

  “Language, Jason.”

  He blushed. Swearing was the sign of a poor upbringing.

  “I don’t think so.”

  Sara stepped close to him, and Jason’s heart started pounding.

  The body responding?

  Him remembering?

  Whatever the cause, his arousal shot through the roof.

  “I’ll leave if you tell me to. But I am curious.”

  Jason considered just telling her to get lost, but… now that she’d mentioned it, if he said no, he’d be wondering what he’d lost out on for weeks. If not longer.

  “Alright.”

  Despite their familiarity with each other and their bodies, the initial stages were awkward.

  They retreated to the bedroom. Stripped quietly, before slipping into bed.

  Jason didn’t want to make the first move and it seemed Sara felt the same.

  She sighed, rolled on her side, and reached to pull Jason to her. His old body didn’t have the strength of Greg or Mark, but it was still… powerful. Stronger than his new one.

  Sara hesitated than kissed him.

  Lust surged.

  He squirmed tighter against Sara’s body.

  Pressing.

  Her cock pushed back. Tapping between her legs.

  As they explored, he relaxed.

  His body responded.

  Not like the old times at all, but still soothing.

  Sara knew her body better than he did. She pushed buttons Jason didn’t even realize he now possessed. Teased and coaxed the first orgasm from him with just her fingers.

  And then she mounted him.

  Took him.

  Controlled him almost as thoroughly as Lawrence had, but without the restraints.

  He howled with pleasure.

  Again.

  And still, she pounded him.

  Used him.

  Like he’d used her.

  Shame and pleasure mingled.

  Grew.

  Until his body trembled.

  Exquisite.

  What if she spanked him?

  Pinched him?

  What if…

  Sara roared as her own orgasm filled him, filling him with her—his, he supposed—seed. They collapsed and rolled to their backs.

  Much like when they had been in their own bodies, Sara dressed quickly. Jason watched from the bed, no reason to leave. The condo was his now. Sort of.

  “That was… interesting.” Sara said as she slipped into shorts.

  “Is this… how you felt?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know how you feel. Used? Dirty?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then, yes.” She grinned. “But I liked it.”

  So do I, but Jason didn’t dare say it out loud.

  “Stu should contact us in a day or two.”

  “Yeah.”

  Sara looked around as if she would never see the bedroom again.

  Nodded.

  “Good luck, Jason.”

  Odd phrasing, but whatever. “You too, Sara.”

  She left.

  Cold leaked down his thigh. He touched it.

  Gooey.

  Semen.

  She’d cum in him!

  Why hadn’t they grabbed condoms? They always did.

  Pregnant.

  Jason licked his lips.

  He’d had other plans when he’d skipped the pill the night before. Would this be enough?

  Even if it was, he should keep trying, he thought with a grin. Greg had texted, could Jason convince him that condoms weren’t necessary?

  Should he call Lawrence?

  He swallowed. Sara had been a reminder; a harsh reminder of the feelings Lawrence had invoked. But a shallow one. Lawrence a master of the art, but Sara, a beginner.

  Trembling.

  Shaking.

  What to do?

  Back to his old body?

  Or a different choice?

  Sara slipped into the car and leaned her head back on the leather headrest.

  “You okay?”

  “No? Maybe.”

  “You did it?”

  “I did. But I didn’t need to. He skipped them.”

  Carla faced forward, designer nails tapping on the leather covered steering wheel. “And… the other.”

  Sara shrugged. “I did what was necessary. It’s too soon. I think. But maybe… with luck.”

  Carla nodded. “Best we can do.”

  “Yeah.”

 

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