Switched Ch. 05

His voice was low and gentle. "You okay?"

I took a deep breath and shuddered a little as I let it out. "I'm starting over from scratch."

He smiled encouragingly. "What do you want to do first?" he asked, trying to make it sound fun.

"First thing you do when you get a new outfit is wash it." I stepped into the shower and turned it on. The cold made me shriek, but it warmed quickly.

"Why are you doing that to yourself?" Bryan asked.

"Makes me feel alive. Coming?"

He got undressed, moving like a man in a dream. He'd pined for me for so long, and now here I was, hot and female and in love with him, too. Maybe he was the one with a Variant ability. The ability to have things Work Out Just How You Want.

Once he was in, his clothes thrown all over the room, I wrapped my arms around him. No matter what he did, I just clung. He was talking, but I couldn't hear him over my own clamoring thoughts. Feeling bad about that, I squeezed him tighter.

I took inventory of him. His blonde hair had become shaggy and his blue eyes sharp during our time on the run, and he'd gone from looking like a bodybuilder to a more graceful kind of strength.

Bryan had been there for me this... I realized it was better to say this aloud.

I surprised him by reaching up to stroke his cheek. "You've been there for me all this time. You're my protector and my guide. All those risks you took, and not a single complaint. Thank you."

He began stumbling over some awkward 'shucks ma'am' -ism so I kissed him before continuing, "You are more than anybody deserves. Without you I'd have died, been imprisoned, or gone insane. Thank you, my love."

This time I kissed him without waiting for a reply. As our passion flared, I was lifted from my feet, my boobs smushed against his chest.

We kissed so urgently it was a little like snarling. We were beasts.

I couldn't get enough of him and he felt similarly, and as we kissed he got moving. Out of the shower we went, out of the bathroom, and just like that, I found myself free falling.

That motherfucker had just...

He'd just...

I bounced off the bed before settling onto it. I'd spread my limbs for stability, and the end result, with me bare-assed, was provocative as hell.

...He had just thrown me on the bed!

And there he was, a Viking warrior looming above, his sword drawn.

I had just been thrown on a bed by a man who was about to fuck me.

Fuck, this was hot!

I couldn't help it, though. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, I just rolled up into a ball and held on. I felt so bad for Bryan, but I couldn't let go.

"Come on, get off me," said Tawney. I'd drifted away again on my black cloud of shitty thoughts, and we were now stopped in front of the hotel. She helpfully poked at my booty until I got up and out, assisted by Bryan's taking my hand.

I kept it, then caught Tawney's. She was worried about me so I gave her the strongest smile I could, and added a kiss on the cheek.

Back at the room, I rolled a joint while Bryan mixed cocktails and Tawney made phone calls in the other room. She returned to announce she'd gotten relatives to cover her caretaking duties and she was free to spend the night. I knew her decision was motivated by pity, but I wasn't strong enough to tell her to go. The truth was that I missed her and I needed her around.

I took the first toke off the joint and held it, then pivoted on one knee to straddle Tawney's lap. Our lips barely touched as I shared my smoke with her. I then went over and did the same with Bryan, and just like with Tawney, I gave only the lightest brush of my lips across his.

Still in his lap, I handed him the joint and he shared his smoke with me in the same way. I then vacated his lap so he could go to Tawney.

He hesitated, but my excitement encouraged him and he raised up enough to lean across the arm of the sofa. Tawney, in the chair, met him halfway.

They didn't touch lips at all, but it was still a provocative sight. She declined the offer of a turn for now—she didn't want to overdo it—so we talked and enjoyed our buzz.

When Tawney got up to use the bathroom, I got in Bryan's lap and made out with him. He had his hands on my tits when she got back. He quickly snatched them away but she just gave us the 'behave children' look.

When Bryan got up to raid the kitchen for snacks, I sat in Tawney's lap. This time when we made out, we put our hands on each other's tits.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" hollered Bryan from the kitchen pass-through window.

"He's cool with this," I reassured her quietly.

"Are you teasing me?" questioned Tawney.

I kissed her the way I used to, right before we had sex. After a moment she pushed me away, blushing. "Just tell me."

"I was trying to," I replied, and that was a good enough answer to get us into another tongue battle.

Bryan came over and put something, presumably a snack, on the coffee table before sitting. I broke away from her lips and kissed my way to her ear and whispered, "I want him to watch us," in between little earlobe bites.

When she didn't answer right away I added, "Or you can have me alone."

She replied, "What about him?"

"I'll take care of him after."

"Oh you will?"

"What, you want to? Let's fuck him together." I mauled her ear and neck as I seethed, "Fuck, that makes me hot! What do you say?"

"You sure you can watch me and him?"

"Watch? I'm gonna be participating!"

She pulled back with a look that was very satisfied, indeed.

"You planned this!" I gasped.

"Ever since I knew you could Switch, there was something I wanted to try." She began to unravel my top. "Well, lots of things, but this first. And like I said, you owe me."

She and Bryan shared a look and I pointed at him accusingly. They'd planned this together, I realized, but before I could say anything, her mouth and then Bryan's was on my body and it was more effective than a taser, as far as incapacitating a girl goes.

I could only mewl helplessly as they enacted her plan. First Bryan lifted me while Tawney pulled my skirt off and as I'd chosen to go commando, there was the fun factory.

Tawney kept her eyes on his as she extended her tongue to lap at my slit, and once he'd got a good look at that he kissed me again.

It was like there was a live wire from his lips to Tawney's, running through me. They generated sexy current, and I convulsed with the most incredible sensations. He pawed at my breasts and I moaned and whined into his mouth and my climax, when it came, left me helpless.

She stood and shucked her clothes. As if in a dream, I watched him kissing her, and then she lowered her head and did what I could not, swallowing his rod and titillating it with her tongue before laying back next to me. She took my hand.

"This is what I want to try," she began, and told me her ambition. When we agreed, Bryan climbed on top of her. First he kissed me, then her, and in order to bless their union, I reached between them to position his dick so he could push it into Tawney. Then I enacted her plan.

First, I Switched with Bryan. I thought I was ready for the transition, but I was not prepared to suddenly be balls deep inside Tawney. Bryan had been turned on considerably, judging by how sensitive everything felt to me now, in his body. I let out a low, heartfelt groan at the sensation and rocked my hips, which made it impossibly better. And Tawney, laying beneath me and boldly meeting my gaze, was too much. She knew it was me inside her, and she was quite happy with that, indeed.

But we weren't finished with her plan. Taking a breath, I Switched with her.

We both gasped in ecstatic shock.

"Oh, ho ho ho ho ho yes!" exulted Tawney, in Bryan's body. His boner throbbed inside me. He marveled at the sight of me, in Tawney's own body, beneath him.

"This is disturbing, but I can't look away," murmured Bryan in my body as she gently massaged her breasts.

Thinking of Tawney's sexy look from earlier, I thought, Here I am, now take me, as I looked into his eyes.

Spurred thus into desperate action, after a couple of false starts Tawney started to fuck me. From the very first, he was overwhelmed with how good it felt. He was like a teenager, practically slobbering with lust and gasping with every spastic thrust. There was so little technique, but his convulsive motions were plenty powerful.

"I can't believe how horny this is making me," said Bryan from the sidelines.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh fuck," gasped Tawney. "I'm not sure but—unnh. I think I'm cumming!"

Bryan laughed so hard she fell over. She looked goofy in my body.

I reached between us and helped myself along while Tawney flailed away, and then he screeched and erupted, and I almost made it there.

"Don't leave me hanging, bitch!" I panted, and he gamely tried to keep up as his legs turned into post-orgasmic rubber.

"Bryan, suck my tits," I demanded, and when she did, Tawney was flexible enough to bend and suck the other one while he fucked me, and that did it.

After a mind-blowing orgasm, I executed phase four of the plan and put everybody back in their original bodies.

Then phase five, where I licked Tawney clean. This is who I am now, I thought as I made Tawney squeal, I get fucked, and I eat cum, and I guess eventually I'll suck dick. But I have so many orgasms it's hard to complain, and I sometimes get threesomes!

After I'd licked Tawney's exterior thoroughly clean, I got to work on her creamy center. I scooped a little out with my tongue and dragged it up onto her clit so I could suck on it while I ate their cum. After a few repetitions of this, her spasms were pushing it out and I sealed my lips over her opening and diddled her clit with my fingers. My face burned the whole time. I couldn't fucking believe I was doing this, but I was so wound up I wasn't going to stop. Tawney's orgasm made it worthwhile.

Feeling like I'd die of mortification at any second, I raised my face and licked my lips. That was maybe the dirtiest thing I'd ever done. Sure, I was going out of my comfort zone to get this threesome thing going. It was totally worth it. Also, I was so turned on that pussy juice was practically dripping down my leg.

"We stole one of his orgasms," announced Tawney, "so I'll give him one. Uh, Jessica. Will you help me?"

I pulled her down between my legs. "I'm a mess down there, Baby," I murmured.

She cleaned me up so good. When I was close I pointed at Bryan, and Switched with him right before climax.

Byran, in my pre-orgasmic body, caroled her joy as the exquisite sensations crashed through her. I sucked her breasts while it raged, causing her to screech so loudly I worried I'd have a sore throat.

I was about to Switch back when I realized something: I had an erection. I looked at Bryan.

She held up a hand to shield her from the sight of her own hard dick in her face. "I'm not that drunk. But okay, you can use it."

Tawney rose to her knees and shuffled over to me. "What all you plan on using that for, Mister?" she drawled, tapping my boner with a fingertip.

"Please," I begged, and in that syllable was all my longing for what I'd lost, despite what I'd gained in return. Please.

Tawney was purring like a kitty-cat as she rubbed my body with hers. Her hand sliding up my shaft was like magic. "I wanna see how good you can fuck," she whispered.

A dwindling, desperate part of me flared inside and I hesitated, but she kissed my broad, sinewy chest and I felt her hot core against my thigh, and this time, desire won out. Like it did every time.

First I picked her up, and as she squealed with glee, I spilled her onto the bed and took my dick in hand. It was bigger than the one I'd grown up with and that took a sec to get used to. Then I snugged it down between her lips.

We groaned as I slid it in her. Our kiss was as feral as our passion for this. I gave her my all and she writhed in my arms.

"Do her on the side of the bed," advised Bryan in my body, and I adjusted our positions. I just manhandled Tawney where I wanted her. Now I stood on the side of the bed with her legs over my shoulders and she gasped at how good that felt.

Bryan turned around and lowered her pussy to Tawney's mouth, her back to me. While I banged Tawney, I stroked Bryan's graceful back. My graceful back.

I leaned forward and kissed her on the back of the neck, and Switched with her.

"B-hah! Ohh, yes." bellowed Bryan in his home body. The rhythm faltered but he resumed banging Tawney.

I reached down and stroked her hair. Her incredible eyes were on me as I swayed above her.

"I want to taste you," I whispered, and Switched with her. Now she was riding my face.

"Mmm!" I screamed into her pussy. I was loving the sudden feeling of a cock inside me. I kissed and sucked Tawney's pussy with a will. I felt my orgasm approaching and Switched with her, then with Bryan.

Now she was in her own body, with Bryan riding her face in mine while in his body, I was once more banging Tawney.

I was ready for it, so there was no change in the rhythm. Tawney was mewling into Bryan's pussy as I pounded her and Bryan was emitting high-pitched gasps that intensified when she felt my hands all over her back and butt. Her hips began to rock and she spewed obscenities as she came on Tawney's face.

I Switched with Tawney and while she fucked me with Bryan's dick, I sucked the juices that flowed from my own pussy. Finally Bryan in my body fell away, holding herself protectively, and Tawney and I could concentrate on each other.

"Every ten thrusts," she said.

I counted, then Switched with her. Then again, ten thrusts later. It was surreal. After a few exchanges, I went to every four thrusts and felt like I was getting fucked and doing the fucking at the same time. We came, the female half of us, writhing, and by unspoken agreement, sped up our desperate strokes into the pussy.

I Switched us every two strokes now. We were delirious, it felt so good, and with a harmonic, dual-voiced cry, we came, male and female at the same time. We lost our minds, banging the hell out of each other as we rode out a never-ending climax. The aftershock orgasms in the Jessica body caused sympathetic reactions in the Bryan body that were mind-bendingly good.

As soon as we were done, I crawled onto the bed so I was laying on top of Tawney, then Switched us all into our originals. Bryan and Tawney made out, him still on top of and inside her, and I came over and laid myself on his back. I kissed his neck and wrapped my arms around both of them as well as I could. I couldn't really hug her, but I could gently squeeze her boobs.

Contented and tired, we dozed, then roused ourselves on shaky legs to have more drinks. That made it seem like a good idea to have a few more, and then a whole lot of naked bodies rubbing against other naked bodies in a haze of alcohol.

*

I woke up with Tawney cuddled against my back and couldn't suppress a giggle of happiness. I turned to face her and give her my love. I started by kissing all over her face. When that didn't rouse her, I rolled on top of her and got a little more aggressive with my lips, and soon she was awake and looking at me through slitted eyes.

"Good morning, Sweetie," I murmured, "I missed this."

"Ow," she croaked, "how are you so chipper? It's not right."

"It's my Variant healing factor, Baby. That night's sleep was more like two for me. Sort of. I'm not really sure of the math."

"Now that just ain't fair," she growled. Laughing, I kissed her some more.

"Come on, it's not that bad, is it?" I teased her for once.

"You have no idea."

"I think I'll find out," I said, sitting down. I Switched with her.

Right away my temples—Tawney's temples—clamped down painfully, and my stomach roiled. At the same time Tawney, in my body, exclaimed in surprise and then sighed in relief.

She said, "Whoa. You really have to go!"

"And you really have to puke."

She hopped up, "Stay there, Sexy, I'll get... Wow, I look like crap! Stay right there."

Like I could move. She ran out, then returned to move a wastebasket within my reach just in time for me to use it.

Tawney whizzed by the bathroom and clattered around in the kitchen. Soon she brought the necessary tablets and fizzy waters.

She asked, "Can't you heal me faster? Doesn't your Variant healing follow you to whatever body you inhabit?"

"Sure, but... You want me to have a half a hangover?"

"No, I earned it," she said ruefully, "you can turn it back over to me. Thanks for giving me a break."

I Switched us back and went to tend to Bryan. He wasn't as bad, so I did the same with him so he could arrange his own favorite hangover remedy, then ordered room service. Hot showers were taken, and then the food arrived. Once we'd eaten, everyone felt better.

"I hadn't thought of that use of your ability," observed Tawney. "You'd be a great diagnostic tool, just Switch with a patient to see where it hurts."

"What, the hangover thing?" I asked, "Which Bryan totally won at, by the way. His headache was a little worse than yours, but your stomach was a wreck compared to his."

"My body is made to consume steak and alcohol," he agreed. "There's another thing that she could do. Right now." He waited for us to cock our heads to the side inquisitively. "Alleviation of suffering. If you," he pointed to me, "Switch with Tawney and then Possess your own body, you'll both be in your body while Tawney's body just lays around and heals, and nobody has to deal with the pain until it does."

Tawney's brow creased. "But then my body will be empty. Nobody home. I don't like that."

"Maybe we save it for extreme cases, and not just hangovers." He smiled, and even messy and in pain he was sexy. I glanced over at Tawney to see if she was crushing as hard as me and saw her giving me a thoughtful look. She was having Ideas, and not only of the sexual variety.

But first things first. "Can we talk about last night?" she asked.

"I had a great time with y'all," I beamed.

"I did, too," agreed Tawney. "Bryan, what about you?"

"I hated it, obviously," he joked.

Tawney considered me carefully, then Bryan for a moment. "I'd like to do it again sometime," she said softly.

"We're good together," nodded Bryan.

With my heart trying to beat out of my chest, I put my arms around them. "How are we going to do this?" I asked.

"Open communication," rumbled Bryan.

"Agreed. Complete honesty," added Tawney.

We kissed, the three of us.

*

Blankenship

Tawney

The house resounded with the sound of roaring engines; yesterday's race, which Dad recorded while he was at work and watched the day after. Grandma Lottie was sitting on the screened-in porch today with a forgotten mug of tea next to her and a blanket around her shoulders. She smiled at me, but she smiled at everything and everybody any more. It would be just like her to turn on the twenty-four seven smile before she slipped away from us.

"Lottie," I said, "this is Jessica. She's going to try to help you."

"If this works, she'll be freaked out," worried Jessica. She'd been doubting herself since we left the hotel.

"She believes in ghosts and stuff. This won't even make her blink. If anything, she'll be happier knowing she's right."

"If you say so," commented Jess. She introduced herself to Grandma Lottie and got one of her vacant smiles in return.

"What are you two—" began Mama, walking in, but then she saw my friend and put on her company manners without a hitch. "Hi there! Tawney didn't tell me she was bringing a friend! I'm Linda Ozman, Tawney's mama."

"I'm Jessica," she said, shaking hands. "Jessica Blank... Enship. Jessica Blankenship."