Bait and Switch Retype - Complete

"Why, whatever do you think I'm going to talk to her about?" she asks me innocently; way too innocently, for my tastes. When I grumble incoherently, she laughs at me, and quotes her favorite line, "You know nothing, Jon Snow." She pats my cheek, and hurries up the stairs.

"Can I offer you some tea?" Nancy asks me and I turn around. For a second I wonder that she doesn't seem bothered by everything going on around her daughter, and then I remember the switches I'd made in her forever ago. After our trip to mom's house, I realize that her 'contentment' switch only applies to anything I do, and I guess by extension in this case, that applies to Shanna too.

I only hope that Shanna goes soft on Gina.

"No, thanks," I tell the older woman, and we sit down to talk about minor stuff, my mind is nowhere on the conversation. As she natters away, my mind wonders to past escapades with her and her daughter. I think about how I used my ability on her, and how things have ended up.

"Nancy," I interrupt her in mid-sentence, and she contentedly lets me, "are you happy?"

"Of course," she answers without hesitation.

"I mean, with everything that your daughter and I have done, as well as with you?" I press, having a sudden need to know.

"Where is this coming from, Nick?" the older woman asks me, and I can hear a note of concern in her voice.

"It's just that most people would have some kind of issue with the things we've all done, and I want to know if you're okay with everything," I explain.

Nancy studies me for a moment, before giving me an answer. "A lot of people can think what they want to think. If you concern yourself about what other people think, you will never be happy, Nick." She takes a sip of her tea, before continuing. "I might once have had a problem with it, but Gina and I are closer now than we've ever been in the past. You ask if I'm happy, and the answer is yes. What I really think you're asking is, are you happy?"

I'm stunned at the depth of her words. Is she right? I think I'm happy. . . But then again, the knot in my stomach, over what Gina must be feeling upstairs, says otherwise. Shanna makes me happy when I'm with her, but her attitude lately, has soured that somewhat. Of course, Gina and Summer make me happy as well. When I first discovered I have the ability with my switches, I thought my life would be made, but it's turned out to be a lot more responsibility than I ever wanted. I recall a line from the Dragon Reborn series, talking about how death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. Only now do I truly understand what that means. It would be ever so simple to just shrug my shoulders, ignore the coming demons, and just go wild with my ability, conscience be damned.

"Nick," a soft voice from atop the stairs breaks my concentration, "will you please come up here?"

I turn to see Shanna and Gina both standing side-by-side, their expressions blank as they wait for me. I thank Nancy for her advice, before going up the stairs, and follow the two women into Gina's room.

Once inside, the women have me sit on the bed, and they sit on either side of me, Shanna on my left, Gina on the right. I'm surprised when they each grab a hand, and Shanna starts speaking.

"Nick, we've been talking," I nod. Of course they've been talking. I don't see any broken furniture, scratch marks, or forming bruises that would indicate a fight, and I haven't heard screaming, so what else would they have been doing?

"Shanna explained to me about what she told you today," Gina says next, and I have to turn to face her. It occurs to me that the women might have set up this seating arrangement, so that one is always behind me, and keeping me off balance. It only adds to my apprehension.

"And Gina told me what you mean to her," I have to turn again, so that I'm facing Shanna. "And we've agreed that it isn't right that I have you all to myself."

My jaw feels like it hits the floor. This is the last thing I expect! Especially after the way Shanna acted at school earlier, and even at work.

"We know you're destined to be so much more with your ability, Nick," Gina keeps talking, ignoring my shock. "Shanna told me about the demons. After what happened with Derek, I understand why you kept that from me."

She did? Shanna has no right to break my confidence on that matter. I feel my face go red, as anger starts to rise from my gut.

"Is there anything else you decided to talk about, behind my back?" I ask coolly. Okay, maybe it was a bit more heated than I wanted it to, but dammit! She has no right.

"Just this," Shanna says, placing her hand on my chest, and I feel Gina's at the same time. I have just enough time to wonder what she means, when they both push me back, and before I have a chance to even yelp, I see the two women lip-locked together over me.

Anger flees in the face of confusion. I was certain that Shanna had wanted to talk to Gina about me dumping her, but now I find the two women kissing!

"Someone want to tell me what in the world is going on?" I ask trying to get my emotional bearings.

They break the kiss, and two sets of beautiful eyes look at me, one set hazel, the other blue and surrounded by long lashes, as they giggle.

"Isn't it obvious?" Gina asks.

"We decided to become good friends," Shanna pipes in right afterwards.

"But, why?" I demand to know.

"Nick," Shanna says, "Gina told me what you did for her, and how much you mean to her. About what you did to Derek. I realized I'm being selfish with you, and that you deserve better than that from me. I really hope you'll forgive the way I've been acting. The whole thing with Julia really got under my skin, but that's no excuse. You're under a lot of stress over the coming demons, and there I was, causing even more stress. You're actions have more than proven how you feel about me. Can you please forgive me?"

I think back on it, and realize that the change began when Julia had entered the picture. I'm about to tell her that I can forgive her, but Gina cuts me off before I can.

"I know a way to earn forgiveness," the busty blonde says with a wide smile, as her hand grabs my crotch, and pulls my zipper down.

"I like the way you think, Gina," Shanna says, and reaches into my Mega-man boxers to pull out my limp cock. I'm still in too much shock, for me to be hard right now. "Oh, it looks like I am going to have to wake him up with a kiss," she says next, then suits actions to words, and starts licking my penis.

Gina stands up and starts to undress, and only then do I understand what's happening. I'm not going to have to leave Gina, and unless I miss my guess, Shanna no longer feels like she needs a complete hold on me either. I look at Gina's large tits as they pop free from her bra, and then down to Shanna's lips sliding up and down my rapidly hardening cock, and remember what Nancy had ask me a little bit ago. Am I happy? Well, I still have the demons to contend with, but it looks like my social life is back on top. Hell yeah, I'm happy!

Gina is fully undressed now, and she starts helping Shanna undress. When she gets to her shirt, Shanna refuses to let my now fully hard rod out from between her lips, and leaves it bunched up around her neck.

Gina bends over, and plants a powerful kiss on me, before kissing my cheek, and then whispering in my ear, "Thank you for using your ability on her. I don't know what I'd have done, if I'd lost you."

I try to protest that I've had nothing to do with this, but before I can organize my thoughts, Gina is sitting on my face, and bending over to help Shanna give me a great blowjob.

Deciding that now is no time to be arguing with my good fortune; I stick my tongue out, and poke it into Gina's tangy vagina. I remember the switches Shanna had asked me to make for her, and debate on doing the same for Gina, but decide not to right now. If she asks, I will do it, but otherwise, I still don't feel comfortable doing it without permission. Besides, I can still affect her with my voice.

I suck hard on Gina's clitoris as I feel two sets of lips working my cock, and moan loudly. My hands are idle, and so I decide to start fondling Gina's ample bosom. My cock is left alone for a second as Gina sits up, and I have just a moment to see Shanna pressing her tits on either side of my penis, her shirt completely off, before Gina slams her twat back down on my mouth. Shanna's tits feel fantastic as she slide them up and down my length.

"Wow, he's so big, he completely sticks out between your breasts," Gina says, and a second later, as I feel Shanna's breasts go down, I also feel her lips around the head of my rod. I start to moan in earnest as Shanna picks up her pace, and just as I feel myself getting close, she stops, and pinches the base of my cock.

"I think you deserve this first," she tells Gina, and without waiting any further, Gina slides off my face, and impales herself on my sword, facing away from me. She isn't as wet as Shanna had been earlier today (despite my moaning getting her ready), and it takes her a number of strokes, before I hit her deepest parts.

I feel my girlfriend's tongue lick my balls, before travelling up, and I know she's licking Gina's clit by the way the blonde's cunt starts to twitch around me, and she begins bucking as she has her first climax of the night. Luckily the small break from the titty-fucking is enough that I don't lose my semen at the same time.

Shanna climbs on the bed next to us, and I watch in amazement as she starts to suck on Gina's bosom, and I can feel her hand down near where we're connected, rubbing the other woman's pussy. Shanna's ass is within reach, and I try to slip a finger into her, but she pulls my hand out. Shanna breaks off pleasing Gina, and leans her head down close to mine.

"I'm still too sensitive from earlier. Let's just concentrate on her tonight, and maybe another night, you can have us both." She seals her words with a kiss, and then starts to lick Gina's juices from my chin and cheeks, making me moan as this turns me on, which in turn makes Gina shudder in pleasure..

The sound of my voice still has a strong effect on Gina and as my voice reaches her, she comes yet again. She leans back, supporting herself on her arms to either side of me, and gyrates her pelvis against mine. I moan again at how good this action feel, and reach up to start fondling Gina's tits again.

With my face clean, Shanna goes back to giving her attention to Gina. Since the blonde's tits are covered with my hands, she bends over our legs, and starts licking Gina's pussy again.

Gina pulls off me, unexpectedly, and Shanna swallows my rod immediately in her mouth, keeping it warm, and cleaning the other woman's cum from it.

"I want you in my ass," she turns her head to tell me, and I smile back at her. She then remembers Shanna, and I see her pout for only a second, before asking, "I better let you have some first."

My cock comes out of Shanna's mouth with a slight pop. "No, I want to see him fuck you in your small ass."

Gina smiles and you'd think she's a kid that'd just been given an entire candy store, as she pulls the recent redheaded woman up for a kiss, murmuring, "Thank you," before shoving her tongue into the other woman's mouth.

Shanna grips my throbbing member, and starts rubbing it back and forth, from Gina's pussy to her asshole, spreading the slick liquids. Without warning, Gina slams her hips down, timing it just right and I slide into her tight colon. Thankfully I still have enough of Shanna's saliva left on me to lubricate the penetration.

Gina's sphincter feels wonderful as she slides it up and down my engorged manhood. Something feels a little different this time, however, and it takes me a moment to realize that I can just feel Shanna's fingers separated from my cock by a thin bit of flesh. Gina starts to go wild, as Shanna fingers her. Her colon grips and massages me to my own orgasm, and I drop my third load that day into Gina's ass.

Once more Nancy's question flutters through my pleasure-fogged brain, and there is no arguing that at this point, I truly am happy with my life. . .

Until I recall that the demons will be here before too much longer.

 

Chapter 21

The sound of a text message wakes me, and groggily I reach over to check it. Shanna and Gina had kept me up most of the night, and then when Nancy had come in. . . Okay, I can't help but smile at the memories from last night, but I'm exhausted. I had quite literally stumbled back through my door, and fallen asleep before my head hit the pillow. I can't even remember the drive home. I'm thankful that Lela hadn't come to get me last night, or I'd be even more tired than I am now.

"Get your rest today." the text reads, and it's from my sister. I wonder why she doesn't use the nanites to communicate telepathically.

Sitting up in bed, I only then realize that something's not right. I'm still fully dressed, including my shoes, but my posters are gone, and someone has rearranged my room. A groan sounds next to me, and in shock I see Robin laying there.

Did I get with Robin last night? I wonder, but can't see how I had. I'm still fully dressed. . . Then I recognize my surroundings. I'm in Dennis's room! I must have been so tired last night that I turned right when I should've turned left. . .

As quietly as I'm able, I try to sneak out, but to no avail.

"Hey, dude," Dennis murmurs just as my hand touches the doorknob, "next time sleep in your own damn bed. You were quite the buzzkill."

Embarrassed I make it back to my own room, and plan on going back to sleep, but after thirty minutes of just lying there, fretting about what I'm going to do with the demons in a couple weeks, and tossing and turning, I finally get up, and shower.

I debate on skipping class today, but since I'm already awake, I figure I might as well go in. Besides, it might help to distract me.

"Nick!" a feminine voice hails me, her breath misting in the early morning chill. "Hey, have you been studying?" The woman smiles at me, but I don't recognize her.

"Studying?" I ask in confusion. "It's only the second day of the semester. We can't have any tests already!"

She laughs at me, but I still have no idea who this is. Her hair is a mousy brown color, reaching down to her shoulders, and matching brown eyes. She stands a little shorter than me, and her skin seems a little too big on her.

"No, for math club, silly!" she informs me, and suddenly I think I know who this was.

"Barbara?" I ask just to be sure.

"Sorry," she tells me, her smile getting bigger, "I forget how different I look after losing so much weight. I know most people put on weight over the holidays, but for some reason I just kept shedding the pounds!"

I can see the old Barbara in her now. She could almost be cute, if she fit in her skin better. Then I remember what I'd done for Mrs. Polkins, and turn up Barbara's skin elasticity, hoping that will help her.

"Yeah! Sorry," I say, happy for her, "You look great!" Then remembering how Mrs. Polkins has changed mentally, I think to ask, "How have you been feeling?"

"Good," she says, her smile never leaving her thin face. "I have a lot more energy, and have been surprised by all the attention the guys've been giving me." She laughs again, and I can't help smiling with her.

"Well, good luck," I tell her. "I'd better get to class." I think of Donald and Adam, and hope that everything I'd done for them has turned out as well as it did for Barbara.

I'm almost to my class, when another female voice stops me in my tracks. This one I know from hours of lectures last semester. Professor Frankens is standing in the doorway to her classroom, as I turn to look at her. She's dressed pretty modestly for her, with a suit jacket on, and a skirt that actually goes all the way down to her ankles.

"I need to have a talk with you, Mr. Xavier," she tells me, as she opens the door wider to let me through. As I enter her classroom, wondering why she's being so formal, I see that it's empty and guess that she doesn't have a class this hour. My first thought is that she's after another tryst, but I really don't feel up to it quite yet this morning. Especially after last night.

The professor steps back in front of me, and leads me down to her office. I'm trying to come up with a way to gently turn her down, without having to talk too much, knowing that my voice still has an effect on her.

I still haven't come up with a way, when she sits down behind her desk and looks me squarely in the eyes. Her brown orbs bore into me for a bit, and I realize that she probably hasn't brought me in here for sex, after all.

"First of all, Mr. Xavier, I want to thank you for being discreet about what happened between us before Winter break," she tells me, her voice stiff and formal.

I give her a quick nod, still wary of speaking.

"Please understand that what I did was wrong," she continues. "In my years of teaching I have never crossed that line with a student. I still don't fully understand why I did so with you. I hope you don't harbor any ill will towards me for what I did, or for saying that it can't happen again."

To say I'm disappointed is an understatement. I had truly enjoyed my encounter with the sexy professor, and even with the guilt of knowing that I'd manipulated her into it, I've looked forward to further escapades with her. I see that she's looking at me, waiting for an answer. I still don't want to speak though, and influence her unduly. When I give her another nod, she grimaces, but continues.

"I've put in my resignation here, and have already been accepted in another college across state." Her tone is sad now, and I feel sorry for her.

"No," I say, before I can think better of it, and see her shudder slightly at the sound of my voice, but I go on. "You don't have to do that. I promise not to tell anyone, and we don't have to. . . to you know. . ." for some reason I have a hard time saying sex in front of this older, professional woman, despite what we've done together. I figure it has something to do with the formal attitude she's portraying, and don't want to be the first one to say it.

"But I do, Mr. Xavier," she insists. "Even as you speak, I feel myself being drawn to you. I can't risk losing my career over the desires of my body." Her face grows stern, and she looks at me harder. "Make no mistake; I'm not saying that I'm in love with you or anything of that sort, only that I can separate lust from love."

Only then do I realize that she blames herself for what we've done. It's not her fault, and I truly feel bad for my part in it, but can see that she's determined to go, no matter what I say. If I were willing to use my switches on her, I can change her mind, I know, but I'm still not willing to cross that line again.

But I don't have to use my switches. I remember how she'd behaved as I'd dominated her before Winter break.

"I understand," I tell her. "You'll be missed," I say, and despite my earlier reservations about not feeling up to anything, I want to show her just what she'll be missing. I quickly sense for Shanna's switch, and note that she is only one building over. She had basically freed me from the requirement of being with her, when it comes to other women. A freedom I'm going to exercise now.

"I have already ensured that you will pass my class, this semester. I have no doubt you would have done it on your own. Professor Hallowburton will be taking over Math Club practices from now on. I'll be here until the end of term, but will ask that you don't say anything to anyone until after I'm gone." She sounds depressed.

Professor Hallowburton is an alright kind of guy, but he is no Donna Frankens. She will be sorely missed in Math Club practices as well.