Brian's Story by Tobyredone

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Chapter 20 - Homecoming

This is the twentieth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

I stepped out of the long tunnel connecting the plane to the airport terminal and began looking around for Valerie. I knew that I would have to find her, as I was in a lovely woman named Beth for my return trip home and so there was no chance she would recognize me. Burt had decided to hop a hot dark haired woman flying out to California and said he’d be back when he was done with her, though with Burt, you never know.

I saw my girlfriend sitting by the entrance anxiously looking at the people streaming out of the tunnel. I tugged my purse strap further up my shoulder and flicked my long blonde hair back over my shoulder and walked over by her. I reached an empty seat next to her, sat down and began adjusting one of the straps of my tiny little heeled sandal. She briefly looked at me, and then went back to watching the stream of people coming out of the airplane.

“These damn shoes have been a hassle all day,” I said out loud.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she replied, but didn’t pay much attention to me.

“Are you waiting for someone?” I asked her.

“Yes…” Valerie briefly paused, and then looked at me, “I’m waiting for my boyfriend, he was supposed to fly back today, and asked if I could pick him up here.”

“What does he look like, I’ll help you out. I need to sit a while, these shoes are killing me.” I told her in a nonchalant tone.

“Well, I don’t really know,” She said as she continued to look at the people streaming out.

“You don’t know what your boyfriend looks like? Did the two of you meet over the internet or something?” I asked her in a confused voice.

“No, no, nothing like that, it’s just, well, lets say that he changes his look often and sometimes on a whim.” She replied doing her best to describe me to a complete stranger without giving anything away, and without seeming insane.

“Well, do you know what he’s wearing? A jacket or a hat maybe?” I asked her as I cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you can be of much help.” She replied, and I saw a bit of sadness in her face as people stopped exiting the tunnel leading to the airplane.

“You’re sure it was this flight?” I asked her.

“Yes. Maybe he found something else to do. He’s with a friend that’s a bit flighty.” She said to me, her disappointment clear in her voice.

“Well, maybe you could just take me home with you instead? I’m certain I could eat your pussy out like no one has before.” I asked her with a smile.

She turned to look at me, and then lightly hit me on the upper arm with an open hand before saying in a hushed tone, “Brian!”

I winked at her and pointed towards a bathroom. We both got up and headed inside. It was empty except for the two of us, and I turned to her, and gave her a large hug, wrapping my thin arms around her. She returned it, and when I pulled back she said, “How was it? Where is Burt? You have to tell me all about it!”

“Burt caught a lovely young girl on her way out to Cali. I’m not certain when he’ll be back. The trip was good. I got a lot of practice in at hopping, and I’ve gotten much faster. I’ll tell you all about it over some drinks tonight, but right now do you mind if I hop over into you? Beth here has to go and visit her family, and I’d hate to make her miss that.” I said as I looked down at my chest and gave my breasts a farewell squeeze.

Valerie nodded, and I walked over to a bathroom stall and sat down. Valerie leaned over, and I gently pulled her face to mine for an open mouth kiss. She responded passionately, but I could feel her slightly jump when I started to hop over to her body through her mouth.

I lost sense of the woman who I had used for a free plane ride, and started to feel Valerie’s familiar body. She was wearing high heels and a short jean skirt over a small pair of cotton panties along with a tight woman’s tee shirt and a push up bra, which I felt holding her normally pert breasts up even higher then usual. I felt her brown hair around my new shoulders, and suddenly was looking at Beth’s face.

I mentally woke Valerie up, and as she started to come to, I also gently shook Beth’s shoulders. I wasn’t in her for more than a few hours, so I didn’t think it would be too hard to wake her.

Once she started to come to I asked her, “Excuse me, Miss are you alright? I found you in here with the stall open slumped over.”

Beth looked up at me and nodded as she looked around, putting one hand to her forehead, then asking, “Yeah, I think I’m okay. I’m just tired. I hope I didn’t miss my flight!”

“Miss, you just walked off the plane and came into this bathroom.” I told her, as I tried my best to show concern in my eyes.

The young woman blinked a few times, and said, “We’ve already landed? I don’t remember anything. No more all-nighters the day before a plane ride for me. Thank you so much for checking on me.”

I nodded and then backed out of the stall, being careful to keep my back to the mirror so that my face would not be reflected, and asked, “Are you sure you are fine?”

She nodded, so I walked off. Using Valerie’s memories I quickly found where she parked, and soon we were off driving to her small apartment. On the way back to her place we mentally chatted, mainly me telling her about the trip until she mentioned something.

Brian, I wanted to tell you this, but I didn’t want to wreck our first day back together. Do you remember that girl Alyssa? She was the stripper that Burt hopped.

‘Yeah, I remember her, why?’

She called me last night. She’s in the hospital. We should go and visit her, she sounded like she was afraid and didn’t know what to do.

‘What happened?’ I asked Valerie.

I don’t know, she wouldn’t tell me over the phone.

We made a quick stop at Valerie’s apartment so that I could dismount her, and get some of my own clothes, and then we were back in her car driving to the hospital. When we asked at the front desk they would not tell us what room Alyssa was staying in. I thought it was odd, but luckily Valerie had the phone number saved in the caller ID of her cell phone, so she just re-dialed it. Soon we were on our way to room three twelve where she was staying.

When we got there and opened the door, I immediately sucked in my breath. Alyssa had one large black eye, and bruises around her neck, and cuts down the length of her arm. Valerie immediately dashed over to her bed and asked what had happened.

“Well, my boyfriend came home drunk and he thinks I’ve been cheating on him, so he started to get loud, and then he hit me.” She replied quietly.

“This is more then just one hit!” Valerie said as she gently touched Alyssa’s face.

“He’s never been this bad before, honestly! But now I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go back. I don’t really have any friends that I can call, and everyone else that I could call also knows him, so it would get back to him where I’m staying. He took all the money out of our joint bank account, so I don’t have any money, or even clothes, and I can’t go back to work because he’ll be waiting outside the club for me.” She said as tears started to form in her eyes and roll down her cheeks.

“You’ll come and stay with us for a while.” Valerie said with an air of authority.

“No, I couldn’t do that. Really,” Alyssa replied back to her.

“Valerie’s right. You’re going to come and stay with us for a while. At least until you’re back on your feet. And when you feel up to it, I’m going to go with you, and we’ll get your clothes from your apartment. If your old boyfriend is there, I’ll deal with him.” I told her.

“I couldn’t, I don’t even know you two that well.” She said as she shook her head lightly.

I had forgotten that Alyssa had never met me as I was inside Valerie the whole time when she had woken up in Val’s apartment. I walked over to the bed and gently patted her hand as I told her, “Don’t worry about the hospital bill. I’ve got some money in an account that I’m not really using much anymore. I’ll cover it, but only if you come stay with us until you are feeling better.”

Alyssa looked up at me and as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks, she finally relented, and said she would stay with us.

We called one of the nurses into her room, and began to fill out paper work for her release. Her injuries looked much worse then they actually were, and so she was cleared to be taken home, but Alyssa refused to let us put down any addresses on the paper work for fear that her old boyfriend would come looking for us.

Soon enough we had her set up on the couch at Valerie’s small apartment. She had a remote in one hand, and a bowl of ice cream in the other, and as she surfed through the channels Val and I noticed she was starting to smile again.

Valerie had to work the next day, but seeing as I didn’t have a job, I was free to take care of Alyssa all day, not that she need much taking care of. Soon enough we were playing video games and watching movies. When Val came home all three of us piled onto the couch under one large blanket and watched movies.

It continued this way for a few days until both Alyssa and I were going stir crazy being cooped up in the apartment all day. Alyssa’s black eye was healing well, as were the bruises around her neck, but the cuts down her arms were taking more time. Finally one day around lunch time, she said she was sick of wearing the same clothes. I mentioned that she could borrow Valerie’s clothes, but she didn’t want to do that either, so I suggested we go back to her apartment and get her stuff.

I could see the look of fear in her eyes, but after telling her that I wouldn’t leave her alone for even a minute she finally nodded to me. We both went down to my car and got in it. It took a few tries for me to get it started, as it hadn’t run in almost three weeks, but finally it came to life and we were off.

When we arrived at her apartment there was no one around, and I could tell Alyssa was relieved. We quickly began packing her things up, and bringing them down to the car. It could have gone faster, but I promised her that I would not leave her side, so we always made trips down to the car together.

Just as we were about done and we were packing up the last few things from her bedroom we both heard an angry voice call out from the entrance way.

“Where are you, you whore!”

“Oh no, Brian it’s him!” She whispered to me, and grabbed my arm.

I nodded to her, stood up, and headed out of the bedroom to confront the guy. I walked into the living room and saw a large man with a few tattoos running up and down his arms. From the bulges under his shirt it was obvious he worked out quite frequently, and the look on his face told me he was in no mood to talk.

“Who the fuck are you? Where is she?” the man bellowed at me.

“Don’t worry about where she is. She doesn’t want to see you. You are going to leave, and we are going to finish packing, and then you can both go your separate ways.” I told him calmly.

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do! I’m not going anywhere.” He shouted at me.

I didn’t like the way this was going already, but it got far worse when Alyssa peeked her head around the corner out of the bedroom. The man saw her, and started to charge across the room. I held up my arms in an attempt to stop him, and as he got to me, we grabbed each other. He was far larger and more muscled then me, and as he grabbed my throat with one hand he began to punch my stomach with the other. I reached down with one arm, trying to block his blows, and with the other I reached out and grabbed around his neck. We spun around as we grappled with each other. Alyssa saw us fighting and came out of the room, hitting on the man’s back, and screaming at him to let me go.

While I don’t consider myself a complete wuss, I’m also not much of a fighter. I wasn’t doing well blocking the punches to my stomach, and I knew this guy was going to have me on the floor and really start wailing on me in a few moments, so I did the only other thing I could think of.

I hopped him.

My hand around his neck started to turn to that now familiar liquid, and flow into his skin. My neck started to loose form, and flow into his hand. Suddenly instead of trying to hold onto me, and hit me, the man was trying to push me off from him, and shake me loose. He fell to the floor as he continued to struggle with my now fluid form, and I heard him yell out, “What the fuck!”

Then suddenly I was on the floor looking up at the ceiling. I heard Alyssa screaming. I sat up and looked at her as she backed away in fear.

“What the fuck did you do to him Chet!” She called out.

I blinked a few times before looking over and answered her, “It’s not Chet, it’s me Brian.”

She stopped crawling away, but the look of fear was still there. I slowly stood back up onto now much larger feet. I looked down at my huge arms, and flexed them as I felt the muscles move. I looked up at Alyssa, and said, “It really is me in here. I possessed Chet. I can prove it, do you have a mirror?”

She nodded, and pointed into the bathroom, the fear still apparent in her eyes. I walked into the bathroom and pointed to my reflection. She looked at the reflection, then back at me, then to the reflection again, and said one word, “How?”

“It’s just a thing I can do. I don’t really know how.” I told her with a shrug.

The look of fear was still on her face, but now for a very different reason. I didn’t quite know what to do or say, so I just told her plainly, “He was kicking my ass. It was either this or get beat up. Should we finish loading the car or what?”

The question seemed to knock her out of her awestruck pose, and she nodded and walked back into the bedroom. With the large muscles that I now possessed carrying things down to the car was a breeze. We soon had the car packed and I grabbed my clothes from the floor and also threw them in the car.

We drove back to Valerie’s apartment and quickly unloaded all of Alyssa’s things. It was much easier using Chet’s larger body and we were done in no time. As I set the last box down Alyssa looked at me and said, “Ok, now what? Are you stuck in his body for a while? Do we have to do anything to get you out?”

“No, I’m not stuck, I can leave his body anytime, but I was thinking while I was in here we should go open a bank account for you at a different bank, and I’ll get your money back.” I replied to her.

“You can do that?” She asked as she looked into my eyes.

I nodded and we headed down to the car. We stopped at a bank around the corner and opened an account for her, then we went down the bank that Chet had moved all of Alyssa’s money to, and I had them send it over to her new account, plus I emptied Chet’s other bank accounts into it as well.

As we left the bank, Alyssa couldn’t believe how much I had helped her, and she enthusiastically hugged me.

“I don’t know what to say other then thank you, Brian!” She excitedly said as we got back into the car.

“I’m not done yet, we have two more stops to make.” I told her.

I drove down to a shady tattoo artist that I knew of downtown, and I took the remaining money out of Chet’s wallet and paid him to tattoo in large letters, “I love dick in my ass” on Chet’s back across his shoulders. Alyssa sat behind the tattoo artist the whole time giggling as he etched the words into Chet’s skin.

Finally he was done, and I stood up to leave. The man told me I needed to keep the new tattoo covered, but I just shrugged him off. As we walked back to the car I pulled off Chet’s shirt and handed it to Alyssa and asked her to trade. She looked at me oddly, but then pulled his large shirt on, and underneath its cover took her small pink one off and handed it to me.

I pulled the extra small shirt over my head and neck and then down onto my large arms. The fabric was stretched to is absolute maximum, and didn’t cover my now larger abs. I knew the shirt would be tight and I wanted something pink. We jumped into the car and headed for a local gay bar. I handed my original clothes to Alyssa and asked her to sneak into the men’s room and wait for me in a stall.

I then walked into the front door of the bar, and ordered twenty shots of the strongest liquor the bar had. The bartender lined them up, and I quickly slammed them all down as fast as he could pour them.

“You celebrating something, big guy?” He asked me with curiosity.

“Check out my new tattoo!” I yelled as I pulled up my shirt and showed all the guys sitting at the bar around me and then continued, “I just came out of the closet today! I’m going to head into the bathroom, get into position, and anyone that wants to toss one in my ass feel free! Even if I’m passed out. I want some cock in me, and I want it now!” I yelled out to the entire bar.

I then made my way to the bathroom, and headed for a stall. I leaned over the filthy toilet that was in there, and dismounted Chet in a hurry. Alyssa heard my commotion and came out of the stall she was hiding in when I called out her name. As I stood up naked, she offered my clothes back to me.

I thanked her and quickly pulled my pants on, followed by my shirt, and then quickly jammed my feet into my shoes. We were just about to walk out of the restroom when a large man walked in through the door. He looked at both Alyssa and I, then at Chet’s legs hanging out of the stall.

“Uh, hi. I think my friend and I are in the wrong bar. That guy just came in here and asked me to, you know…” I said to him as I looked over my shoulder at Chet’s body.

The large man winked at me and said, “I’ll take care of him, don’t worry.”

I nodded, and grabbed Alyssa’s hand as we both ran out of the bar and back to my car, laughing the whole way. I jumped in on my side and slammed the door shut as I turned the key to start my car and Alyssa jumped in on the other side.

“Brian, you can be positively evil when you want to be!” Alyssa said to me as she leaned over to kiss me on my cheek.

“Hey, he had it coming. There is no reason to beat up a girl who is half your size and besides, I needed to give him a little payback for hitting me, too.” I replied back to her as I pressed down on the gas pedal and we took off.

We drove back to Valerie’s apartment and headed up. She was home from work, and was wondering where the two of us had gotten to, and as Alyssa told her the story, I went into the bedroom to put the rest of my clothes on.

I walked back out to Alyssa and Valerie in the kitchen with an opened bottle of wine, and three glasses. I looked at them curiously and Alyssa replied, “Hey, I got all of my clothes, my stuff, my life savings, and my boyfriend got taught a lesson, we have to celebrate!”

I sat down and got handed a glass, and as they raised their wine, so did I. Alyssa was all smiles as she drank down her entire glass. Valerie and I were a bit more conservative, but I could see why Alyssa was so happy, and I grabbed the bottle and filled her glass back up.

“So, you can do that to anyone Brian?” Alyssa asked me as she sipped on her second glass.

“Yes, I can. It’s called body hopping. Alyssa, I need you to make me a very serious promise. You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? No one can know. It will bring a lot of trouble down on you, me, and Val.” I told her using my best stern voice.

She nodded quickly, and then asked, “So how much will he remember? Will he know that you did that to him?”

I shook my head and replied, “He won’t remember a thing, he’ll come to wherever he wakes up, and the last memory he will have will probably be coming back to the apartment.”

“I bet he’ll be in for a real shock when he checks his bank accounts! Thank you again Brian!” She said to me, “I promise I won’t tell a soul. I owe you that much, at least.”

I nodded to her and Valerie stood up and reached forward to grab the bottle of wine and started to refill everyone’s glasses and then came to stand behind my chair.

“So how often do you do it?” Alyssa asked me with a sparkle in her eyes.

“Well, actually I just recently found out I could do it. I went on spring break as a college girl, and I other then that, I only mount people for a night or so. I guess I mount Valerie here most, but I let her know what I’m doing when I’m in her body.” I told Alyssa as I looked at my wine.

Alyssa shot Valerie an amazed look, and then asked, “He possesses you? What does it feel like? You just let him?”

“I can’t really explain it. It’s just odd when your body is doing things that you didn’t make it do, but it’s fun, I guess.” She said as she shrugged her small shoulders, and then added, “He was in me the night you and I met. It was actually him that drove you home the next morning.”

“No way!” Alyssa squealed.

I stood up, and wrapped my arms around Valerie’s waist and brought my lips to hers for a long passionate kiss. When it was done I pulled my face back and winked. She knew what I was up to, and opened her mouth widely. I brought my face forward and began to mount her.

I quickly flowed through her wide open mouth and into her body. It felt great to have her long curvy legs, cute little ass, and pert tits as my own again. I shuffled my feet as I regained my balance in my new body. I looked down at Alyssa, whose eyes were wide open and riveted on me.

“Does it feel weird being a girl? I mean is it a lot different then being a guy?” She asked me. I sat down at my chair and sipped on my glass of wine before answering.

“It’s different. First off, anything I want to see I can. If I want to see Val’s breasts, I just lift up her shirt. If I want to play with her pussy I just reach down into her panties. It’s wild walking around as a hot girl, and having all the guys stare at you. That’s something I’m not use to. And the sex is so awesome. You guys definitely won out on the multiple orgasms thing.” I replied, and then started to rouse Valerie’s mind.

“You take over girls and have sex?” Alyssa asked me in an unbelieving tone.

“Do you know an easier way to get laid then walk around as a hot chick in a short skirt?” I asked her as I felt up Valerie’s chest.

Alyssa shook her head no, and downed the last of the wine in my glass before standing up and saying, “Well, I hate to be rude, but it’s been almost two and a half weeks since I’ve played with a vibrator in Val’s pussy. So you can either come with me and help, or you can wait out here for me to be done.”

I sashayed my sexy borrowed ass across the kitchen, through the small living room, and into Val’s bedroom before looking over my shoulder. I winked at Alyssa who said, “You know, I’m not usually all about girl on girl, but for some reason, this seems really hot.”

As I pulled off my shirt and let my breasts out of my bra I knew it was going to be a long night of pleasure. I was glad to be home.

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Chapter 21 - A First for Everything, Even a Fight

This is the twenty-first story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

I woke up in a tangle of legs. I shook my head and blinked my eyes a few times as I tried to figure out what was going on. The toe nails in front of my face had been painted a very light shade of pink, and were connected to long and shapely legs. Then there was another completely different set of legs to my right, equally as attractive and feminine.

Suddenly the last week came rushing back to me, though it still seemed like it was more a dream than what I had just woken up from. The small pink toe nails belonged to Alyssa. The other set of long legs belonged to my girlfriend Valerie. I slowly and carefully began to wiggle my way free from the two girls, trying to get up but at the same time leave the girls to their peaceful slumber.

Unfortunately my movements were not as graceful as I had hoped, and Val was also a light sleeper. As she began to rouse Alyssa too woke up and groaned as she rolled over onto her back and looked at me with just the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Trying to sneak off, Brian?” She said as she watched me pull a pair of pajama pants on.

“Nope, just couldn’t sleep anymore.” I replied.

“Why don’t you come back to bed, and we’ll do anything but sleep.” Valerie commented as she leaned over and began kissing Alyssa’s neck while staring at me.

Alyssa moaned, and wrapped her legs around Valerie, pulling their two shapely bodies together as Val continued moving her soft pink lips around Alyssa’s neck. The two girls then let out simultaneous giggles and looked over at me. I took a deep breath and shook my head.

“Ladies, I don’t think I have anything left. This past week every night you two have been draining me completely dry. The only relief I have is when I hop Val and use her body.” I replied back to them with weariness in my voice.

“Why don’t you give Alyssa a try? I’ve always thought you looked hot as a blonde Brian.” Valerie said with a smirk.

What Valerie didn’t see because she was looking at me was Alyssa’s look of fear. It was as plain as day on her face to me, and I knew better then to push her. She enjoyed being with Val and I, but I could tell she wasn’t ready for me to hop her.

“I think I’m going to make some breakfast. I’m sure I’ll get my mojo together after some food, and besides, it’s Saturday, so we have all weekend to mess around.” I replied to the girls as I headed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

I dug through the cupboards and began pulling out all of the things I would need for a breakfast of champions, and fired up the stove as I began throwing out some frying pans and melting some butter.

I heard the shower start while I was cooking, and just after I started dropping eggs and some bacon into the frying pans, I felt two small arms come around my waist, and a two large breasts press into my back.

“Thank you.” I heard Alyssa say from behind me.

“For breakfast? Not a problem.” I replied.

“No, you dork. You haven’t body hopped me yet. Valerie seems to like it so much, but I’m just not sure…” Her voice faded out.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. I could see that you weren’t ready, and if you never are ready, that’s fine. I’ve got plenty of other girls I can hop. I’m sure Val doesn’t mind, either.” I replied to her as I began to move the bacon around the frying pan.

“Mmm. That’s starting to smell really good Brian. Hey, you don’t think Valerie minds me just crashing here, do you? I mean you two seem to have a good thing going, and I’ve got enough money to get my own place.” Alyssa asked as she moved from behind me to beside me, leaning back against the countertop.

I turned to look at her and winked before saying, “I’m certain she doesn’t mind it, Alyssa. In fact, from the little bit of time I’ve spent in her this week, I happen to know that she has a bit of a crush on you. She’s got a thing for blondes. I’ve enjoyed having you here as well. I’m certain you can stay as long as you want.”

With that, she smiled and began digging through the cupboards to find some plates, silverware, and cups. After she set the table, she started to dig through the refrigerator. The shower stopped shortly after, and Valerie joined us at the table dressed in only her towel. I let out a whistle as she sat down at the table, and despite the fact that I knew her body more intimately then any other man on the planet, she still blushed as she pulled her towel more snuggly around her frame.

I brought the food over, and we all began to chow down on breakfast, with light chit chat about plans for the weekend. One of Valerie’s friends was throwing a “purse party.” It seemed to me more like a thinly veiled cover for women to get together and gossip, and buy perfume or clothing accessories from someone while having a few drinks. Alyssa seemed interested, and so both of the girls made plans to attend together. I made it quite clear that I wasn’t overly interested, and so they decided to make it into a girl’s night out.

I told them not to worry about me, as I would be able to keep myself busy one way or another. I thought perhaps I would see what Dave was up too this weekend. As we finished our breakfasts, Valerie began to clean up the table, and Alyssa got up and headed for the bathroom. I in turn headed for the couch, and grabbed the TV remote, and began flipping through channels. I heard the shower start again, and decided when Alyssa was done, I would need a shower as well. I reeked of sex and body odor from our activities the night before.

Valerie soon joined me on the couch after a quick stop in her bedroom to toss on some clothes. She had decided to go with a comfy pair of jeans and a small purple cotton tank top. As she leaned back against me I shivered as her still damp hair touched my skin, and then reached over her to wrap one of my arms around her. We watched TV until I heard the shower stop.

I was about to stand up and head for the bathroom when I heard a knock at the door. Val and I looked at each other, and then headed over to the entranceway to see who was there. As I opened the door Burt stood there holding a large cup of coffee.

“Burt!” I called out excitedly.

“Hey Bri! What’s going on Val?” Burt replied to us.

“Come on in, Burt.” I said as invited my friend inside and then asked, “When did you get back into town? How was California?”

“Oh, I got back into town a few days ago, California was warm and sunny, but not as much fun without a hopper to chum around with, Bri. Speaking of which I need your help with something.” Burt said as we walked back into the living room.

We all sat down, as Val and I took our spots on the couch and Burt picked a large chair.

“Sure, what’s up buddy?” I asked him as we got comfortable.

Just then Alyssa walked out of the bedroom. She had a short cotton sundress on, and was vigorously drying her long blonde hair with a towel, as she asked, “Who was at the door?”

Alyssa pulled the towel down off her head to around her shoulders, and looked over to see Burt staring back at her. Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head to one side and said, “Hey I know you. You’re that guy that always waited for me after my show at the club. You always wanted private lap dances… and then… and then I never remember the next few days.” Alyssa’s voice slowed as her eyes shot open and her muscles tensed before she yelled out, “You’re a body hopper too! And you always hopped me! And then…” her voice trailed off again, and she bolted for the bathroom.

We all heard a loud slam as she closed the door as quickly as she could, locking it behind her. Valerie, Burt and I were up in an instant and heading over to the bathroom door. We could hear Alyssa hyperventilating in the bathroom. Valerie began softly talking to her and asking her to unlock the door, while Burt just stared at me.

“I’m not coming out! He could be inside of you, and I’d never know it until it was too late Valerie!” Alyssa called out from the other side of the door.

“Oh I’m not going to hurt anyone!” Burt said to the door with disgust in his voice.

“I woke up naked in a school bus one time, you pig!” Alyssa called back.

“Alyssa, how about if I come in. Just me? I’ll make sure nothing happens.” I asked through the door.

“I don’t know.” I heard her say.

I motioned for Burt and Valerie to head back to the living room, and then calmly said to the bathroom door, “Burt and Val are in the living room. It’s just you and me, besides; you can’t stay in there for the rest of your life Alyssa.”

I saw her shadow on the bottom of the door checking for the number of feet, and then heard the bathroom door unlock. She slowly opened the door just a crack while checking carefully for Burt before opening the door up a bit more, grabbing my arm, and yanking me inside the bathroom. I was barely clear of it when she slammed the door shut again, and I saw her locking it once more.

Her eyes were wide, and I could tell she was panicked. So I sat down on the side of the bathtub and patted the spot next to me, motioning her to sit down. She took one more look at the door, making certain it was still locked, and then headed over by me.

“I thought I was crazy, Brian. I mean I really thought I was insane. I’m on medication because I would have blackouts. My friends or coworkers would tell me all the crazy stuff I did. The doctors wondered if I had split personality.” She said as she pressed her face into my arm. I reached across with my other hand to gently rub the back of her head.

“Now I know it was just the creepy looking middle aged guy having a joy ride in my body. I don’t want him in me anymore! How do you keep other hoppers out of Valerie?” Alyssa asked as I continued to stroke her hair.

“Uh, I don’t. As far as I know there is no way to keep a hopper out of someone. But I don’t know everything. Burt would know more. As far as keeping hoppers out of Valerie, I can’t. Burt has been in her once.” I replied to her quietly.

“And you couldn’t get him out of her?” She asked me. She had stopped hyperventilating, but still occasionally sniffled.

“Nope, I just waited until he was done with her and dismounted her.” I replied as I shrugged my shoulder.

“Didn’t that drive you crazy? What if he would have done something with her body?” Alyssa asked me.

“Well, to be honest, I think Burt can sometimes over do it a bit in a body, but he doesn’t mean to hurt anyone. He just has fun and doesn’t always think about the consequences for that person when he’s done.” I replied to her and then said, “Besides, I knew he wouldn’t do anything too drastic in Valerie. He just wanted to have some fun.”

Alyssa looked at me, seemingly unconvinced, but didn’t say anything, so I added, “Alyssa, I feel I should really tell you that I’ve taken girls bodies without there permission before too. I can’t say that I’m any better then Burt. My first body hop was in my ex girlfriend. I did all sorts of stuff that she would probably kill me for with her body. I hopped a hooters waitress and screwed the shit out of my best friend, then left her in her bedroom to wake up with a huge hangover. We did all sorts of stuff on spring break with bodies that I know would get us in trouble if people knew about our… ability. Hell, look at what we did to your ex. I’m sure he didn’t want any of that.”

“But we did that to get even.” She whispered in a low voice.

“Call it whatever you want, I’m just telling you that I’m no saint. I haven’t body hopped you because I knew you didn’t want me too, but don’t think for a second that I haven’t looked at you and wondered what it would be like to try you out.” I told her plainly.

She looked at me again, and I could see a bit of the fear return in her eyes before she asked me, “If you want to body hop me so bad, why don’t you do it?”

“I told you already.” I replied to her.

“No, I mean, you should body hop me now.” Alyssa said with determination in her voice.

“What? I thought you didn’t want to be hopped Alyssa?” I asked her as I furrowed my eyebrows.

“I don’t. It scares the crap out of me. The thing is… I guess I trust you not to go crazy in my body more than that other guy. And if you’re in me, he can’t be in me. Just like when he took over Valerie.” She said as she looked up from her toes and stared into my face.

I didn’t know what to say, but she was looking at me with her large blue eyes, and had a small pout on her face. The girl knew how to work her strengths, I had to give her that. I also couldn’t argue with her reasoning. If I was inside her, then Burt could definitely not hop her.

I slowly nodded, and then she held out her hand, and simply said, “I’m ready.”

I concentrated on wanting to be Alyssa. It was relatively easy. I had been with her every day for a week now, watching her move with an easy grace, looking at her spectacular beauty, and I could see why Burt had hopped her on a regular basis.

I felt myself loose form. I was flowing up her arms and in her skin. I could feel her muscles tense as I merged with her body. I quickly and efficiently sunk completely into her body, probably due to all the extra practice over my recent trip down to Florida. I felt her jaw clenched shut. I knew it was almost over.

Suddenly I was sitting in Valerie’s bathroom alone. I looked down at and saw pink toenails. They were my pink toe nails now. I wiggled them a bit. I ran a small hand up my smooth legs, and remembered through Alyssa’s memories that she had taken the time this morning in the shower to shave them. I also knew she had trimmed her small landing strip, as she was planning for more intimate moments with Val and I this weekend. I could feel the small pair of cotton panties she had picked out hugging my new sex and cute little rump. I was wearing a matching cotton bra. The sundress she had picked out was the perfect outfit to be both comfortable around the small apartment and also look sexy at the same time. I could smell her, but now it was me. She used a vanilla scented body wash. Before I would occasionally smell it, but now it was all around me. I reached up and brushed the wet hair back off my shoulders.

I hated long wet hair, but knew I had people waiting for me in the other room, so I shouldn’t dilly dally with pulling out Valerie’s blow dryer. I stood up and looked at my face in the mirror. It sat on Alyssa’s body. She was a complete knock out, only now I was talking about my body. I was the complete knock out blonde in a short sundress. I gathered myself up, and unlocked the bathroom door to rejoin Valerie and Burt in the living room.

They both turned to see me walk calmly in the living room, and gracefully sit down on the couch, bringing both legs up underneath me, and tucking them to my side like she always did. I placed my small hands in my lap and looked at them.

“Well, you seem to have calmed down a lot.” Valerie said to me.

“It’s amazing how much a girl’s personality will change when they’ve been hopped.” Burt said to Valerie.

“Brian? You hopped her? After she made such a big deal about Burt hopping her?” Valerie asked me with doubt in her voice.

“It was her idea. She is really petrified of Burt, so I was apparently the lesser of two evils.” I replied to Val and then said, “Hey Val, Burt and I need to talk. Do you mind if we head out for a while?”

“That’s fine. Will you or Alyssa be back for the purse party tonight, or should I expect to go alone.” Valerie questioned me.

“I should have her home in plenty of time for the two of you to make the party.” I replied, then stood up and walked to the entrance way.

Burt followed me, and gave me an incredibly dirty look as I stepped up into some four inch heels that Alyssa had left by the door. I also grabbed her small purse that was on a table by the front door next to Valerie’s purse. I also grabbed my car keys off the same small table and Burt and I headed out from the apartment and down to my car.

We had no sooner closed the doors to the car, and shut out any possible eavesdroppers then Burt turned to me and said, “Some friend you are! What the hell Brian? You stole my favorite mount, and then on top of it, you told yet another person that you’re a body hopper! I came back from California early for this. I actually missed hanging out with you. Then I get back only to find out that you are shacking up with Alyssa, who I clearly had dibs on first. I mean, I don’t mind if you borrow one of my regulars from time to time, really I don’t. But did you have to tell her about us, and then let her move in so I’m almost completely cock blocked from hopping her now?”

“Are you done yet?” I asked him patently.

“No! I thought I explained that you need to keep the number of people that know about us to a minimum. This is why you can’t settle down as a hopper! It’s just easier when you can move cities at the drop of a hat. With you dating Valerie it messes everything up. I don’t know what you were thinking. What were you thinking?” Burt said, then paused and looked at me.

I turned towards him in the car and slapped him hard across the cheek, similar to what he had done to me with Valerie. It felt strange to slap a man instead of make a fist and actually slug him, but it also strangely felt normal to this body.

I heard Burt suck in a deep breath of air, and then exclaim, “What the hell was that for?!”

“That’s for Alyssa. She had an abusive boyfriend. He was beating her for cheating on him. Cheating that she wasn’t even doing! And you did nothing about it! You just kept on hopping her, and making it worse, Burt.” I said to him as I pointed my manicured finger at him.

“How the hell was I supposed to know any of that?” Burt replied as he rubbed his red cheek.

“How the hell can you not know any of that? We can see all of her memories! You had to at least notice some of the bruises when you hopped her!” I said in a heated voice.

“Well, you still stole my favorite mount!” He said with indignation.

“I didn’t steal anything! Remember the last time you hopped Alyssa, and you dumped her on the couch in Val’s apartment? Well, while we were in Florida working on our tans, Alyssa called Valerie because she didn’t know who else she could call. Valerie told me about the whole thing, and I wasn’t about to leave a girl laid up in the hospital that I helped put there. I’m not like that, and you know it. Hell, if you would have helped her out before this, then maybe you’d have a girl willing to let you hop her.” I said with anger in my voice.

Burt sat there looking at me crossly, and I sat there returning his irritated gaze right back at him. His hands soon shot up and started to rub his face as he grumbled something under his breath, before looking back at me and saying, “Brian, I can see why you did what you did, but I don’t have to like it. She was my favorite mount.”

I shrugged my petite shoulders at him, and said, “Well, maybe if you apologize for the bus thing, then some day she’ll let you hop her again.”

With that I started up the car, and put the gear selector into drive and pulled out of the parking space. As I turned my car onto the road, I looked at Burt and said, “Where too? Didn’t you say that you needed my help with something?”

“Oh I almost forgot with all the excitement! Take a left up here and head towards the college.” Burt replied with the enthusiasm back in his voice.

“The college? What are we heading back there for? Do you want another ride in Molly and Stephanie?” I asked as started driving in Burt’s requested direction.

“Well, now that you stole Alyssa from me, I’m going to have to find a new regular.” Burt said, and I shot him a dirty look before he continued, “But this trip has more to do with another guy. I found another hopper Brian!”

“Another hopper? Who is he?” I asked while keeping my eyes on the road.

“I don’t know his name, he didn’t really tell me before he passed out, but I was hoping you’d help me keep an eye on him while he makes the adjustment over to a full fledged body hopper.” Burt replied excitedly.

“He didn’t tell you before he passed out? What do you mean passed out?” I asked wondering what Burt was getting me into.

“Well, you see it happened like this. I hopped a student at the college to get back from Cali. She had this great rack. I never wore a bra, guys were eating it up. You wouldn’t believe the looks I’d get when I…” Burt said as he went off on a tangent.

“Burt, the hopper?” I cut in.

“Oh, yeah. Well, I dumped her back at her dorm room after having a bit of fun, right, and then was on my way outta there when this kid I remembered from a bachelor party a year or so ago stopped me. He remembered me as the guy that hooked them up with the stripper that night.” Burt continued, as I shot him another look.

“Yeah, whatever, anyways, we started talking and he asked me if I could still work magic with the ladies. Of course I told him yes, and he mentioned that he wanted to shack up with the head cheerleader. So I told him it would cost him some money, which he readily agreed to, and after he pointed her out to me, I started following her and the next time she went to the bathroom, I hopped her.” Burt said as I nodded while listening and driving.

“So this kid is a hopper?” I asked.

“No, not that kid. He ended up having a whole bunch of buddies. I got screwed raw by all of them. One of them is a big football player. He’s the hopper. I know from the cheerleader’s memories that the team has practice every day from four until six because she likes to watch them work out. I figured we would go and find him, and introduce ourselves. Then we would kind of keep an eye on him, and make sure he does ok for his first few hops, you know?” Burt said to me.

“Yeah, sure, I’m all for helping another hopper.” I replied to him.

“Great! Let’s just not teach him to spread it around to everyone that he’s a body hopper like you, though, ok?” Burt asked with the irritated tone back in his voice.

“Damn it Burt.” I said as I looked at him with a scowl, “How long are you going to be a dick about this?”

“I’m not being a dick. You stole my favorite girl. You’re being a dick. Or a pussy, I guess.” Burt replied without looking at me.

“Fine, whatever. She’s all yours. I won’t body hop her anymore. We’re almost there, which way?” I asked as I turned down a road that I knew led to the college campus.

“Football practice, remember? Park by the football field. I don’t care if you hop her; it’s the principle of the thing Bri, the principle. You don’t go around tipping girls off about hoppers when they might be someone else’s favorite mount.” Burt said with a sigh.

“For the last time, I didn’t tip her off! It was either mount her boyfriend in front of her, or get the snot beat out of me. She figured the rest out on her own.” I said with a raised tone.

“Whoa, what? You mounted her boyfriend? Why?” Burt asked as he looked at me with a bit of concern showing in his face for the first time since he showed up on Valerie’s doorstep.

“I don’t really want to talk about it. You show up from California, I invite you in, and the first thing you do is start bitching about how I stole your favorite mount, and how horrible it is even though you can hop every other girl in the world, and that’s besides the fact that you’ve hopped BOTH of the women I’ve been actually dating. I mean, I could see hopping Courtney. I even appreciate that one as it led me to all of this, but I clearly had dibs on Valerie first. Oh, and then you ditched her in a bathroom stall at a grocery store!”

Burt let out a low chuckle and said, “Heh, I did sorta hop your girl, too, didn’t I? Maybe I am being a bit of a dick about this whole thing. You were pretty cool about me being in Valerie.”

Just then I pulled my car into a parking space in front of a large football field behind a set of bleachers that overlooked a group of men practicing. I turned towards Burt and shrugged my shoulders, and said, “Well, we’re here.”

“Are you ready to go keep an eye on the kid Bri?” Burt asked me.

“Yeah, I’m ready Burt. Sorry about all the Alyssa stuff big guy.” I said to him.

“Eh, not a problem. Like you said, I’ve got every other girl out there to choose from. Sorry I was being a dick about it.” He replied.

I tilted my head to the side, fluttered my eyelids, and in my best high pitched voice said jokingly, “Oh Burt, let’s never fight again.”

That got a deep chuckle out of him, and we both stepped out of the car. I held my hand out for Burt and he gently took it and escorted me over to the bleachers. We picked out some seats that were about half way up the stands and sat down. I let out a small squeak as my butt touched the cold metal bench. I had forgotten that the short sundress would ride up that much as I sat down.

I folded one leg over the other and started to watch the football players. I glanced over at Burt and asked, “Which one is our boy?”

“I don’t know from this distance. We’ll have to wait until after, and get a bit closer.” He replied to me, and began to look around at the other people sitting in the stands with us.

There was a small group of college boys with clipboards and other things at the bottom of the stands who must have been with the team as support personnel, and behind them sat a group of pretty young girls. Burt nudged me, and pointed down to one particularly pretty blonde girl wearing a pair of blue jeans and a tight woman’s tee shirt.

“That’s Katie. I’d bet she’s still sore. I rode her hard and put her away wet. Heh.” He chuckled.

I saw a few other groups of people as I looked around. There was one group of older gentlemen that looked like faculty or perhaps alumni come to watch their old team run through some paces. Other then that it was mainly groups of students.

I heard one group of students a few rows in front of me discussing the “hottie” behind them a few rows, and it took me a few minutes until I figured out they were talking about me.

I smiled as I heard one guy ask the rest of his group around him what the hell I saw in the old guy in the sweat pants next to me, and realized he was referring to Burt. Just to give them something else to talk about, I slowly pulled my arms back behind me, and stretched them out. The action pulled the thin dress tight across my chest, and forced my tits out against the cloth that was barely constraining them. I had to laugh as every guy in the group tried to get a good look at me, and act like they weren’t blatantly staring at the same time.

Burt realized what I was doing right away and I heard him let out a low chuckle. He winked at me, and I decided to go a step further. I slowly uncrossed my legs, and spread them out a bit. I knew with how bright it was, and how thin the fabric on the dress was that the boys would all be able to see right up my skirt.

Well, soon they weren’t even trying to hide the fact that they were looking up my dress while I pretended to watch the practice on the field. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them all looking back at me, or more specifically at my panties, and the little mound that my panties covered. I felt the cool air blowing against my smooth and hairless inner thighs. Suddenly I saw one of the young men pulling a cell phone out of his pocket and try to discretely aim it at me.

I quickly snapped my legs together, and turned towards Burt, using one hand to cover my face, but trying to make it look like I was shielding my eyes from the sun.

“That kid just busted a camera phone out. Practice must almost be over, should we walk down there? I’d rather not have a reveal here.” I asked Burt.

He nodded and we quickly got up and headed down the bleachers towards the field. As we passed the group of young men, I turned towards them and said, “It was all on display until you had to break out the cameras. Never get too greedy with a good thing.”

They all laughed, and high-fived each other as Burt and I continued our walk. As we got to the edge of the field the players were all walking back towards the locker rooms, which were in a small building behind us. As each player walked by Burt looked at them with interest. Most of them gave him a strange look, and then smiled at me. A few of them winked, and made some sort of comment, which I shook my head to.

Finally, with only a few players left coming off the field Burt called out to one of them, “Hey buddy! How’s it hanging?”

The large well muscled young man gave Burt a strange look as he pulled his helmet off and then asked, “Do I know you?”

“Oh you know me. You might not remember my body, but you should remember my face.” Burt replied to him with an easy smile.

The young man squinted at Burt and shook his head as he said, “Nope, I got nothing.”

“You had hours of sex with me, and you don’t remember anything? How’s that for gratitude.” Burt said to him gruffly.

“Whoa, dude, I’ve never had sex with you or any other guy.” The young man said as he waved his hands at Burt and looked around to make sure that no one heard Burt’s comments.

“I didn’t say I was a guy. I was the blonde that you screwed like a twenty dollar whore the other night.” Burt said as he winked at him.

“Wait… No way man. That was just some fucked up dream from far too much beer and video games.” The football player said to Burt with a confused look on his face.

“What about him?” Burt asked as he pointed at my face, “How do you explain his face on this girl?”

The guy looked at me, and then took a half step back before saying, “Holy shit.”

“Hi, I’m Brian,” I said as I extended my petite hand out to him.

The young man gulped, and gently took my hand before saying, “Hi, I’m… ah… Nathan. My name’s Nathan.” He said as he stumbled over his own words.

“I’m Burt, nice to make your acquaintance Nathan,” Burt said to him with a wave.

“Yeah, no offense, guys, but I’ve got to hit the showers, and then do other stuff, so bye.” Nathan said to us and then turned and started to run towards the showers.

“Nathan, wait, their’s more you should know!” Burt called out as he watched Nathan run off.

“Shit.” Burt said to me, “We scared him off.”

I shrugged and asked, “So what now Burt?”

“I think we should shack up in some college girls for a while, and watch him, maybe from a distance, what do you say Bri?” Burt asked.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll see if I can lure a couple girls away from prying eyes with Alyssa here, and we’ll swap over. As soon as Alyssa wakes up, I’ll toss her the car keys, and we can be on our way.” I said to him with a nod.

Burt gave me the thumbs up, and we both began looking for any small groups of women passing by. I spotted two young women walking towards a large building, each with a pile of books in their hands, and elbowed Burt. He smiled and nodded, and we started off at a brisk walk trying to catch up to them before they got out of sight.

I was a bit disappointed, as neither of the two girls we had our eyes on were anywhere near as attractive as Alyssa, but she had a party to get too, and I knew that girls with student IDs would help Burt and I move around the campus more easily.

And besides, I thought with a smile, if we did run into any other girls we could always trade up.

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Chapter 22 - Slipping into Someone More Comfortable

This is the twenty-second story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

Alyssa lay on the grass, eyes closed and lightly breathing. I got down on my knees and leaned over her, instantly feeling my large breasts moving on my chest, and my long brown hair fall into my field of vision. I tucked my hair behind my ears with my left hand, and then reached out to Alyssa’s shoulders and began gently shaking her. I wasn’t in her for more then a few hours, so I didn’t think it would be that hard to wake her up.

Soon enough her eyes fluttered open and she pulled back as she looked around, obviously startled. She reached down to pull the hem of her short sun dress down as far as possible, and then looked up at Burt and me.

“Who are you? Where the hell am I?” She said suddenly and quite loudly.

“You’re at the college across town from Val’s apartment. Calm down.” I said to her quietly as I held up my hands and sat back on my knees. We had managed to hop two young college girls quietly and we didn’t need Alyssa to draw attention to us.

“Brian?” She asked, now in a hissed whisper.

“Yeah, it’s me in here.” I replied as I shrugged my shoulders.

Alyssa then looked up at the other girl standing to my side and asked, “Is the other guy in her?”

I nodded as I heard from over my shoulder, “My name’s Burt. I guess if you’re going to be in on this whole thing, you might as well know that.”

Alyssa nodded, and I then said to her, “We have some body hopper stuff to take care of, ok? My car keys are in your purse, and the car is parked on the other side of those bleachers.” I said as I pointed across the football field, “We might be here for a while, maybe even a couple days, can you let Valerie know?”

Alyssa nodded then got a strange look on her face before she finally blurted out, “Are you going to do stuff with those girls? I don’t mean to be a bitch, but they’re not very pretty.”

Burt replied, “We needed some bodies that won’t draw attention, and have student IDs to get around the campus here. These girls were easy and quick. We’ll switch it up again once we have some time. Speaking of which, Bri we gotta go!”

As Burt told her why we had hopped these two particular girls, I felt up my mount’s body. Her name was Linda, and she was on the heavier side. She wasn’t completely unattractive, but the extra fifty pounds on her frame didn’t help her. She had brown eyes, mousy brown hair that was a bit frazzled, and didn’t appear to wear any make up. Burt’s mount, on the other hand was a complete bean pole. The girl couldn’t weigh more then one hundred pounds. She barely had any breasts or curves to her body at all. She had buck teeth, freckles and a large pair of black rimmed glasses hid her light brown eyes. She had short black hair that was obviously dyed and wore it pulled back into a short pony tail.

I winked at Alyssa said, “I’ll see you two soon, have fun at the purse party.”

With that, Alyssa collected her legs underneath her and stood up, trying to keep everything covered. We turned to walk towards a large dormitory, and Alyssa was off heading for the car. After we had taken a few steps, I turned around and called out, “Alyssa!” and when she looked over her shoulder I said, “Thanks for the ride, it was fun. Maybe we can do it again soon?”

She shot me a small smile, then turned and continued walking without saying anything else. Burt looked over at me and I shrugged. We walked through the front doors of the dorm and I waved to the security guard that looked up at us over his paper. We quickly swiped our ID cards in the readers and walked through the second set of entry doors.

I quickly probed Linda’s mind. She had a room on the seventeenth floor. I knew her friend that Burt was riding in was on the fifteenth floor. We took a quick turn and pressed the up arrow for the elevator.

As we waited, Burt said to me, “I have to agree with Alyssa. My mount isn’t much. Should we look around some more?”

“You wanna go find Steph and Molly again?” I asked with a grin.

“Naw, we’re in the wrong building. They’re over in Regling Hall.” Burt replied to me.

I raised my eyebrows in shock that he knew the campus buildings so well, and he noticed my surprise and said, “What? I don’t have two girlfriends that I shack up with every night. I come out here a lot for mounts. It’s easy picking, and there are plenty of horny young men just waiting to screw me.”

I laughed and said, “Ok, fine. What about right now?”

“I think we should split up. We’ll have a better chance of scoring hot bods if we cover more ground. Then I think once we have some cute girls, we’ll just keep an eye on young Nathan. I’m sure if we offer up our mounts for some sex he’ll be more then happy to spend some time with us. Then we just explain how this all works.” Burt explained to me.

I heard a loud ding, and the elevator doors opened up. Burt and I walked in and quickly pressed the buttons to each of our mount’s floors.

I adjusted my large breasts in my bra and said, “Ok, I’ll check my floor for a cutie, you check yours. Where are we meeting up?”

“Let’s see… how about the food court in the quad tomorrow morning at ten thirty?” Burt replied.

“Ten Thirty? Why so late?” I asked Burt.

“Cause that way if I’m busy all night I’ll still get some sleep.” Burt told me with a large grin.

Just then the elevator let out another ding, and the doors opened to Burt’s floor. He walked off the elevator, and turned back towards me and said, “See ya kiddo, Have some fun tonight. I know I will.”

Then the elevator doors closed, and I was off to my floor. A few more moments and I was hesitantly stepping off onto the seventeenth floor of Gunther Hall. I made my way back to Linda’s room, and dropped off her books and her backpack. Her roommate was there watching TV, and she said hi to me. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, and decided that she also wasn’t what I was looking for, so I just smiled and waved and said I’d be back in a bit.

I turned around and headed out down the hallway. As I walked along, many girls were saying hi to me. Linda must have been fairly well liked by the other girls. I stopped at each doorway to peer in quickly, checking out the people inside each room before moving on to the next one. Even though I had seen a pile of young girls, I still hadn’t seen anything that caught my fancy, and I was quickly running out of rooms on this floor. Had I become to picky now that I was staying with Valerie and Alyssa I started to wonder?

Suddenly I saw the one that I wanted. She was walking out of the shower in a robe with her supplies in a small plastic carrying basket. She was gorgeous. She only stood about five foot, maybe an inch or two taller, but she had a pretty face, with amazingly dark brown eyes, and even under her fluffy robe I could tell that she had a great figure. She had a bronze complexion that told me she had some ethnicity in her as well. Linda’s memories told me that her name was Elizabeth, but everyone called her Bethy.

I walked over to her and asked, “Hey Bethy, you got a sec?”

“Um, sure, but only one. I’m supposed to meet Dylan downstairs in a little bit; he’s taking me out tonight.” She said to me with a smile as she used her key to open the door to her room and stepped inside while holding the door open for me.

“Thanks,” I said to her as I followed her in, and closed the door behind me. I knew from my mount’s memories that Bethy’s roommate had dropped out about one month ago, and so she had the entire dorm room to herself. Most of the other girls on the floor were jealous of her for that reason alone. She set her basket down, and looked into a small mirror as she began to put her make up on for tonight. I stood and watched quietly as she put on a light coat of foundation, some pink lipstick, eye shadow, and then some mascara. She must have realized I was staring at her and turned to look at me with a look of annoyance.

“What did you need Linda? I told you I’m kinda in a hurry to get ready for my date.” She said as she put a hand on her hip.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll make sure that you’re on time, and that Dylan has a fantastic night.” I said as I darted over to her and grabbed the girl by the shoulders.

I concentrated on leaving Linda and entering Bethy. I lost the sensations of Linda’s body, and began to flow out of her skin and directly into Bethy’s skin. I knew she was struggling to get free of my grasp, but as I began to flow into her upper arms it was already too late for the girl. In only a few moments I was completely out of Linda, and she fell backwards to the floor as I continued my struggle with Bethy. She was shaking and convulsing, still fighting like a tigress against me as I continued my attack. She fell to her knees as she twisted her torso back and forth while grasping at herself with her own arms, until I started to have sensations of sweet little Bethy’s body.

Suddenly I could feel my feet and knees on the shaggy throw rug that covered her floor. I felt the softness of the robe that she was wearing as it wrapped around my new stolen body. I felt the cool air of the room on my new soft skin where the robe had pulled open in the struggle. I could smell my new scent through my cute little nose, and blinked my eyes as Bethy’s dorm room came into focus.

I sucked in a huge breath, and let it out slowly as I looked down at the inside of my robe which covered two perfect breasts, my nipples barely covered by the soft cottony fabric. I ran my new hands down my sides and belly through the parted robe as I felt my new pussy. I had a small well trimmed patch of brown hair above to small lips, and it always felt so foreign to run new thin fingers though a well trimmed little bush.

“Oh Bethy, we are going to have one hell of a time together.” I said as I stood up and walked over to where Linda’s body lay prone on the floor. I nudged her with my foot and called out, “Linda. Linda are you ok?”

It took a few more nudges before the slightly overweight girl started to wake up, and asked me what happened. I simply shrugged, and said she walked into my room and laid down on the floor, and how I thought she was a bit of a prankster. She looked up at me, shook her from side to side, and then held out her hand so that I could help her up. I had to really pull to help get her off the floor, and as soon as she was up I told her that I had to get ready for a date, and opened up the door to my small dorm room. Linda was still trying to figure out what happened as she walked through the door and I could only smile at what she didn’t know.

I looked over onto my bed to see the clothes that Bethy had picked out for her date tonight. The outfit was simply a pair of jeans and a small pale yellow tank top.

While that might have worked for her, I decided I would spruce things up a little bit, and I immediately went to her closet and started digging, tossing her clothes over my shoulder as I tried to find something that I felt would be more suitable.

In short order I was walking off the elevator to meet my date, Dylan. On the way down I had poked through Bethy’s memories about him. It appeared Bethy and Dylan were fairly serious. They had been seeing each other exclusively for about three months. From Bethy’s memories I knew that Dylan was head over heels for her, but Bethy was mainly only seeing Dylan out of boredom and the fact that his family was fairly well off, so he had an excess of spending cash, and he always treated her well. In as much as I had gotten under this girl’s skin, her attitude towards this boy had gotten under my skin, and I was determined to make certain that he at least had a good time tonight.

As I walked into the lobby of the dorm, Dylan stood up from where he was sitting and started to walk towards me. I gave him a beaming smile, and as we met in the middle of the lobby he looked me up and down and said, “Wow, you look great Bethy!”

“You think? It’s just my little black dress. I figured I’d wear it for you tonight.” I said as I did a slow spin, letting Dylan get a good look at my stolen body.

I had pulled Bethy’s secret weapon out of her closet. She knew she looked good in this dress, and only wore it when she was trying to tempt a boy away from a girl, or make an old ex-boyfriend jealous. I didn’t feel the need to observe her rules, so I had put it on for the night. It had strings for shoulder straps, dipping deeply down in the front to show off huge amounts of cleavage, and went even further down in the back, exposing everything down to my tapered waist. It was made of a clingy, stretchy material, showing off my impossibly thin midsection and taunt little tummy, and rode high up my thighs to show as much leg as would be decent for a night out. I had chosen to wear a pair of dark pantyhose, and thought it really set off my legs, although as I thought about it, my stolen legs looking fabulous could also have come from the strappy black sandals with a five inch heel adding to my height and giving my legs the illusion of being longer and even more toned then they actually were. I had also taken a small black and gold clutch from Bethy’s closet, and put the bare essentials in it. To make certain I matched I added a pair of dangly gold earrings and a thin and simple gold band bracelet as well.

“Don’t you think it may be a little excessive for a quick dinner and a movie, though?” Dylan asked as he continued to look me up and down.

“Oh it’ll be fine, silly. C’mon, I’m starving. Let’s go get some food.” I said to my date.

He nodded at me, and slid his arm around my waist, guiding my path by putting pressure on the small of my back in the direction he wanted me to go. I smiled as I felt his hand slide just a little further south with every step.

Once we got to Dylan’s car, he quickly skipped a few steps in front of me, and opened the passenger side door and held his hand out to help me into the car. I smiled at him, and quickly slid into the car, pulling the seat belt down and across my chest as he gently closed my door and skipped around to the driver’s side of the car.

Soon we were off driving through the town. As I watched the buildings go by I thought how odd it was to just sit and look around in a car as it was driving. Being a guy usually meant that I was driving, and it was odd to experience a date from this perspective. Dylan’s hand slowly worked its way over to my knee, and then he hesitantly began moving his fingers in a massaging motion on my leg. I didn’t respond to him at all other then spreading my legs just a touch more.

Dylan was still uncertain of how he should proceed, but he was slowly working his hand back to the edge of my short dress, and I purposely didn’t give him any indication one way or the other. Soon we were stopped at a red light, and he used that opportunity to finally slide his hand under the hem of my dress. Because it was so short, especially while sitting, he was pretty much touching the top of my pussy instantly. He slowly traced his pinky finger up and down on my well trimmed and nylon covered bush, but because of the angle of his car seat he couldn’t get his fingers down low enough to really feel anything other then that.

I let a small moan out, more to excite him then from any type of stimulation he was giving me. He chuckled quietly and then said, “Wow, you’re all revved up tonight Beth.”

I just gave him a coy smile, winked, and then slapped my legs together, trapping his hand between my soft thighs. He wiggled his fingers for a bit, then slowly pulled his hand out, and gave the steering wheel a sharp turn into a parking lot.

After parking the car, Dylan quickly jumped out and walked around the car to open my door for me once again. I gave him a smile, and swung my legs out together, and held up my hand so that he could help me up onto my tall heels. We walked arm in arm into the restaurant, and Dylan started talking to the hostess.

While he did that, I pulled a small compact out of my purse, and pretended to check my make up, but I was really looking at my face on Bethy’s body. I looked at where my rougher skin started to merge into my mount’s head. I noticed how different I looked with long dark hair framing my face. I took the opportunity to also look down the front of my dress at my own cleavage. I could feel my new equipment begin to moisten as I became turned on by my own breasts. I snapped my compact closed and put it back into my purse as I decided I needed to reel myself in a bit, or I would never last the night.

The hostess was soon walking us to a small table for two, and as we sat down we listened to her list off the specials of the day. We thanked her, and she walked off. Our waitress then showed up and asked us the usual questions about drinks and appetizers. I ordered a glass of wine, and Dylan ordered a beer. The waitress asked to see my ID, and so I dug Bethy’s driver’s license out of my purse. The waitress looked at it, and me, and it again before finally handing it back to me.

Then I suddenly realized that woman was jealous of me. She turned back to Dylan and made a comment, but not before giving me a sideways glance. She walked away to put in our order, and Dylan started up some small talk, asking about my classes, and my day. I returned the small talk, using Bethy’s memories, and then asked him how his day had gone. He began to talk about work, and I began to rub my legs together, loving the feeling of the smooth nylon going across my thighs. I brought my arms under my chest, and felt my breasts rise, almost threatening to spill out of my small dress. I think Dylan noticed, but he continued talking and never missed a beat.

I was bringing myself back up on a slow heat, and felt a shiver of excitement that started in my pussy and worked its way up my torso, and around my nipples. I briefly wondered if I could talk Dylan into heading to the men’s room with me and taking care of me right then and there.

The waitress came back with our drinks just then, and knocked me out of my little world. She looked at me with disapproval, and I briefly wondered why until I looked down, and saw the shelf that I had made of my tits had pressed them tight against the black fabric of my dress, and my nipples were poking out and could be easily seen through the light fabric as I had decided not to wear a bra tonight.

She asked us if we were ready to order, and we both nodded. She started with me, and I ordered a steak with a side of potatoes. She then took Dylan’s order, nodding, and smiling at him, unlike the cold gaze she had given me. As she turned and walked away Dylan looked at me with wide eyes. I raised my eyebrows and took a sip of my wine, returning his questioning look.

“Bethy, what’s with your order?” He asked me.

“What? Isn’t the steak good here?” I replied as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Uh, I guess its fine.” Dylan said to me, still looking at me strangely.

I suddenly wondered if I had ordered something that Bethy was allergic to, so I quickly scanned her memories for any allergies that she had. She got mild hay fever in the summer, but nothing else.

“Is it to pricey? I should have asked first, I’m sorry.” I said as I put down my glass of wine.

“No, Bethy the price is fine, it’s just that you’re a vegetarian.” Dylan said.

“Oh.” Was all I could manage to let slip out of my mouth as Bethy’s memories of avoiding meat came flying through my mind. She even broke up briefly with Dylan because he ate a turkey sandwich in front of her one day. The memory of her attending a protest for a local fast food restaurant last week popped up also. I suddenly felt bad for Dylan. He not only had to put up with Bethy using him for his money, but he had also apparently given up eating meat in front of her just so that he could continue to date her.

“Are you ok? You’ve been acting a little weird all evening.” Dylan said to me with concern on his face.

I picked up my wine glass, and quickly drank the rest of it, before looking over at Dylan. I leaned in across the table, and he also leaned forward, bringing our faces just inches apart. “Can you keep a secret? You probably won’t believe my anyways.” I asked him quietly.

“Yeah, sure Bethy. I can keep a secret for you. What’s going on?” He asked in a hushed whisper.

“I’m not really Bethy. I’m her evil twin.” I said to him with a sudden grin.

Dylan smiled back at me, and playfully shook his head at my bad joke.

“I’m serious. I’m her meat eating, fun loving, alcohol drinking, sex loving evil twin.” I told him again.

“Yeah, sure,” Was all he replied as he leaned back in his chair.

“I’ll prove it to you.” I replied to him with a smile.

“How will you do that?” Dylan asked me.

“Let’s bail on the movie. Let’s eat our food, pick up some beer, head back to my dorm room, and fuck like bunnies for the rest of the night.” I said to him.

“Ok, I’ll call your bluff. You hate beer, but if that’s what you want to do, then we’ll give it a try. Just don’t complain to me about it tomorrow.” Dylan replied.

Suddenly our food arrived. The waitress served my steak, and I tore into it with reckless abandon. I occasionally looked up to see Dylan staring at me in disbelief, but he was busy stuffing his face trying to keep up with me so that we could head back to my dorm room. My food was pretty good, and I was also determined to beat Dylan. The rest of the people in the restaurant were looking at us like we were crazy, but we were having fun, and that’s what mattered to me.

Our waitress showed up to ask if everything was alright, and Dylan asked her for our bill in an excited voice. She was back in a few moments and giving me a strange look as I giggled at her. Dylan practically threw the money down on the table to cover our bill and we were off.

We made a quick stop off at a liquor store for a case of beer and then jumped back into his car to make our way to my dorm room. Security wanted to see our IDs as we walked in through the front door, and I remembered what a pain dorm rooms were from back when I was in college. After that we rode the elevator up to my floor and quickly made our way to my small room.

I closed and locked the door so that we wouldn’t be disturbed, and then spun to look at Dylan as he stood there in the middle of the room looking at me holding the case of beer. I couldn’t wait to get a buzz going and get my pussy stuffed.

“Are you just going to stand there? Give me a beer, and put the rest in the mini-fridge.” I told him harshly.

He opened the case, grabbed a can and opened it, then handed it to me. I quickly drank it down, and held the empty out to him as I said, “This one had a hole in it or something. All the beer is gone.”

He shook his head as he opened another can and handed it to me. He then bent down and started to put cans into my mini fridge. I kicked off my heels, took off my jewelry, and while his back was turned pulled my dress up over my head and off.

Dylan turned around and almost dropped the can of beer he was holding when he saw me standing there in just a pair of tiny panties and some dark nylons. I sat back on my bed, crossed my legs and motioned Dylan over with a finger. He was next to me in an instant.

He leaned in for a kiss, but I instead grabbed his hands and moved them to my breasts. He started to grope them, but not the way I liked. It was more like he was trying to squeeze oranges into orange juice, which may have been fun for him, but for me it was borderline painful.

“No. Be gentle. And play lightly with my nipples. Only use a couple fingers.” I said as I showed him with my own hands.

He nodded, and started again. This time it was better. He again moved in to kiss me, and I turned my head to the side. He kissed down my cheek, neck, and between my breasts. I put my hands on his head and pushed him down further. He instantly understood what I wanted and grabbed at my nylons. I lifted my ass off the bed, and he pulled my panties and nylons down at the same time, leaving me completely naked. I slid up on the bed so I could lean against the back of my dresser and spread my legs as he began kissing tenderly along my inner thighs. I took another long sip of my beer before I set it down next to the bed.

I sighed and began to squirm as his lips got closer and closer to my wet little pussy. A low moan escaped my lips and he took it as encouragement to start licking my outer lips. I felt like a lightning bolt had struck me right between my legs. I sucked in my stomach and grabbed at his head, forcing him in deeper with his tongue. My hips began to rock back and forth against his licking motion as I tried desperately to fuck myself on his face.

With as much stimulation as he was providing on my sweet little stolen pussy it didn’t take long for me to spray feminine ejaculate all over Dylan’s face. I cried out, “OH DYLAN!” with passion as I came, and pulled at the hair on his head. As I came back down to reality I looked between my legs to see Dylan gently rubbing his scalp. I didn’t mean to pull his hair hard enough to hurt him.

“Oh I’m sorry Dylan.” I said as I reached down and rubbed his hair.

“Wow. That was something else Beth. Maybe you really are an evil twin.” He replied to me as he continued to rub his head.

“Well, this evil twin wants more. Take your pants off.” I said as I cupped my breasts and looked down at his face.

He nodded and stood up, struggling with his clothes in his haste to get naked. I continued to run my fingers lightly up and down my body, tracing lines on my skin and letting out soft “ooohs” as I looked up at him. As soon as he was naked he jumped back onto the bed enthusiastically, and as he slid up to me, I slid downward to lie in a more horizontal position on the small bed.

He wrapped his arms underneath my shoulders, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slowly brought the head of his dick up to my leaking slit, and after a few misses got the tip of his dick inside my slippery lower lips.

“You’re really wet Beth.” Dylan whispered into my ear.

“Uh huh.” I replied breathlessly and tried to squirm down on his cock further.

Well, he didn’t waste any more time and started to hump me enthusiastically. Having a dick sliding around in Bethy’s tight little snatch was amazing. I also felt my stolen nipples rubbing up and down against Dylan’s well muscled chest. Dylan’s thrusts quickly became more random and I could feel his back tensing up. I was about to ask him if something was wrong when I felt him press into me as deep as he could, and felt his dick spasm. I felt his warm cum shooting into my belly. I let out a sigh of appreciation. The sex felt great, and as weird as it sounds I had come to enjoy the feeling of a man blowing his load in me.

Dylan tried to lean back, but I wrapped my arms around him and whispered in his ear, “Don’t pull it out. I’m not done with it yet.”

Dylan looked at me, and asked, “Didn’t you?”

I shook my head no and upon seeing the look of disappointment on his face said, “Hey, you got me off with your tongue before we even started, and the night is young. We have lots of time yet.”

“Again?” He questioned.

I nodded and he smiled and said, “I suppose I could stick around for a few more hours.”

I pouted at him and locked my feet together behind his back, squeezing him tightly to me and said, “I was hoping you’d spend the night here. I know the bed is a little small, but I’ll make it worth your time.”

“You mean it? You want me to stay over? Well, how can I turn that invite down?” He said and squeezed me gently behind my back.

I slowly pushed him back off of me, and felt his dick slid out of my slit. The sweet sensation made my breath catch in my throat for a second. I then got up and headed over to my closet. I opened the doors and began digging through my drawers.

“Whatcha looking for?” Dylan asked as he reclined on my bed.

“This!” I said triumphantly as I spun around and held up a pink vibrator.

Dylan gave me an odd look as I walked back over to the bed. I swallowed down the rest of my beer and walked over to the min-fridge. I grabbed two beers for us, and went back over to the bed. Dylan was kind enough to open both of the beers and hand one back to me. I took a quick drink, then set the beer down and cuddled up next to Dylan.

I turned the vibrator on and it came to life humming a happy song of bliss. I handed it over to Dylan and spread my legs wide enough to permit entry to my pussy. Dylan looked at me and I said, “You can use that on me until you’re ready to go again. Feel free to play with it anywhere you’d like.”

He smiled and began roaming over my body with the little toy buzzing in his hand. It felt amazing as he traced it down my neck and over my shoulders, but not nearly as good as when he used it in small circles around my nipples. He played with it in my belly button for a few minutes which really did nothing for me, but he seemed to enjoy it, so I went with it. Finally he was tracing it up and down my thighs, and holding it along my outer pussy lips.

I shivered as bolts of electricity ran up my spine. He teased me some more by running the vib up and down my thighs instead of giving me the release I wanted. My snatch was drooling and my thighs quivering as he smiled at my need. Finally he plunged the toy into me. He worked it back and forth as I felt it fill me and then leave me vacant and empty only to be filled again a moment later. I glanced at him and saw a large smile on his face as he drank his beer. He was enjoying this as much as I was.

I reached down with my small hand and tried to grab my beer, but I was clumsy with sexual stimulation, and it took me three tries before I could hold onto the can. I brought it to my lips and took a quick swallow, and as I went to set the can back down Dylan took that moment to push the pink toy further in me then he had gone before. Tremors filled my being as I came, and came hard.

I got out a muffled cry of passion as my legs straightened out and my arms grabbed at my hips, reeling from the waves of pleasure coursing through my tiny body. Dylan kept pumping inside of me, and the buzzing stimulation extended my orgasm out. Finally he pulled it out of me, and I fell back limp to the bed, my only movement being my left foot twitching involuntarily.

I did not expect the humming little toy to make a quick return, but this time to the entrance to my asshole. Dylan pressed its tip up against my other lower orifice, and startled me back into reality.

“Eek!” I screamed as I scrambled away from the sensation.

“Sorry.” Dylan said sheepishly, and then finished with, “You said anywhere.”

“Well, let me amend that statement right now. Stay out of my asshole, asshole.” I said and stood up off the bed.

“Bethy, I didn’t mean anything by it. You’ve just been so open with everything tonight, I figured I’d give it a shot.” He said apologetically.

“What is it with men that when they get free reign with one hole, they just have to try for the other one as well?” I asked him as I picked up my beer and took a long drink.

Dylan didn’t have an answer for me, and just shrugged his shoulder.

“Whatever. I have to piss. I’ll be back in a bit.” I said and scooped a large tee shirt off from a pile of laundry on the floor where I had tossed everything while getting ready for my date.

I pulled it on over my head, opened the door, and started walking down the hallway to the bathroom. I got a few strange looks from other girls on my floor, and I knew it was more then likely from my disheveled hair, glistening thighs, scent of sex, and the fact that I was only wearing a T-shirt. I made a turn into the girls’ bathroom, picked a stall and sat down. I first felt the juices of sex start flowing out of me, and then felt my bladder empty as I relaxed and started to piss.

I ran my hand through my slightly sweat dampened hair and thought about what had just happened. I was more surprised then anything else about the vibrator ready to slip up my ass. As I thought about it, I realized it hadn’t felt at all like I thought it would. I didn’t even think it felt that badly, but Dylan hadn’t gotten more then the very tip of it inside me. While I didn’t really want to experiment with an anal adventure tonight, I thought maybe I should apologize to Dylan for my reaction.

I stood up and tore off some toilet paper from the roll and dabbed at my vagina. I then got some more toilet paper and cleaned my thighs up so they wouldn’t glisten in the light quite so much. I pulled my tee shirt down as far as I could so that at least my pussy and ass cheeks were covered, and headed back to the room.

I only opened the door a little way, and slid inside, then closed it and leaned back against it as I looked at Dylan still laying on the bed next to the small pink vibrator.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. I shouldn’t have. I just think I’d like to have a bit of warning before you try to shove something up my ass, okay?” I said to him.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” Before he could finish his sentence I was over to the bed and pressing up against him, and shutting him up by putting my chest right in his face.

“Shut up and fuck me, and I’ll forgive you.” I replied.

And he did.

I pulled the bottom of the tee shirt up to my tummy, and rubbed my snatch up and down on his stomach. Being young it didn’t take long for him to be at attention once again. I lowered myself onto him, and he grabbed me by the waist, and turned me over. I was on my back again, with the small vibrator digging into my back and Dylan fucking me on top.

His rhythm built up again, and I enjoyed it as I dug underneath us, trying to pull the vib out from under me. When I finally freed it, I held it up and Dylan grabbed it away from me, deftly turning it on with one hand, and sliding it between us down to my crotch. The double stimulation of his dick pounding hard into my cunt and vibrator throbbing on my clit quickly sent me over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

He didn’t last much longer, and soon I had Dylan’s second load of the night blown into my little pussy. We collapsed into a pile on the bed, and laid there panting together. After a few minutes he looked down at me with a smile and licked the side of my face.

“Eww!” I said playfully and pushed him off of me.

I stood up, got two more beers and the remote control for the TV and went back over to the bed. I pulled the covers back on my bed and climbed into it. Dylan followed suit. I handed him the beers, and turned the TV on and started to flip through the channels.

Suddenly I felt the vibrator come to life on my pussy lips. I let out a startled squeak again, but didn’t try to stop him. I continued to go through the channels on the TV until I found an action flick on. It was an old one, but it was a classic, so I left it on. About fifteen minutes later, I was shivering to another orgasm delivered by the trusty little vibrator that was buzzing deep in my snatch.

Dylan and I had sex twice more that night as he recovered, both times with me on my hands and knees and him behind me fucking me doggie style. We then fell asleep on my small bed, me wrapped up in his arms.

As my eyes fluttered shut, I wondered how Burt’s night had gone.

[xorg]

Chapter 23 - Leading a Horse to Water

This is the twenty-third story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

I wandered down into the food court mid morning the next day. I was mildly sore in between my legs, but it was nice because it constantly reminded me of all the fucking I had done last night.

I had dressed my stolen body in a tight pair of jeans and a midriff bearing tank top that clung to me like oil. The only reason that every detail of my tits couldn’t be seen was due to the fact that I had actually put a bra on this morning.

I zigged through the tables mostly looking at the girls as they sat around and chatted in between classes. I was supposed to meet up with Burt, but I had been through over half of the gathered students here, and had not caught sight of him yet. I was beginning to wonder if he had over slept, or if he had gotten distracted by something like usual.

“Excuse me young miss, could I see you in my office for a moment.” I suddenly heard from behind me.

I spun to see one of the professors standing behind me tapping her foot on the pavement. The foot was clad in a simple black pump that had a four inch heel on it. I followed her nylon encased leg up to a short but dressy business skirt and a suit coat over a rather low cut blouse. As my eyes moved up further I saw Burt’s face where a woman’s should have been.

I smiled at him and nodded in approval. He spun on his heeled feet, and I followed him into a school building. We walked through several halls before finally turning into a small office. The name on the door said, “Professor Gretchen Dahl.” Burt walked around the oak desk in the center of the office, and sat back onto the chair, kicking his heeled feet up on the desk.

“Nice ride Burt,” I complimented him.

“Yeah, she’s not bad,” he replied as he pulled out on his blouse and looked down at his tits.

“Where did you pick her up? I thought you were going to grab a student.” I asked.

“I was. I hopped this bitch’s assistant last night, and after scanning her memory, I realized that Nathan is in her class. So I figured this might be a good way to get his attention. So I went to her house last night and hopped her. Then I fucked her husband all night” Burt said with a smile.

“What happened to watch from a distance?” I asked, and took a long drink from a bottle of Pepto Bismo I had brought with me from my dorm room.

“Well, I’m just going to ask him to stop by and give him a few pointers. I was hoping you’d grab a seat next to him in class, and maybe get to know him a bit more. What the hell are you drinking?” Burt asked me with a questioning look on his face.

“Pepto Bismo. This chick’s a vegetarian, and I ate a steak last night. Her stomach isn’t use to it, so I’m having a bit of indigestion.” I replied with a sour face.

Burt shrugged at me and laughed a bit.

“So when do we have class with him?” I asked.

“About an hour, why?” Burt replied.

“Well, I’m just thinking, we have this perfectly good office and some time to kill.” I said with a smile.

Burt got up, walked around to the door, and closed it. He then looked back at me and shrugged himself out of his suit coat, letting it fall to the floor. He then reached behind his thin back and unzipped the back of his suit skirt, also letting it fall to the floor. I saw that he had put Gretchen’s panties on over the top of her garter belt and thigh high stockings, as he simply tugged at the waistband of his purple bikini briefs, and they joined the pile on the floor.

“I love it when the pussy is easily accessible, don’t you?” Burt asked as he returned my smile.

Burt and I had lesbian sex all around Gretchen’s office for the next forty five minutes. We ate each other out in a sixty nine on the desk, Burt fingered me while I sat on Gretchen’s office chair, and I fucked Burt with a thick dry erase marker while he laid on the floor with his legs spread.

Finally we decided to redress our mounts and head to class.

The room was starting to fill up for class as we arrived so Burt headed to the front by the black boards and started opening the books he had brought with him, and digging through Gretchen’s bag of teaching supplies. I looked around and before long saw Nathan sitting on the side of the large lecture hall. I made my way over to him.

As I plopped myself down in the chair next to him he first looked down at my legs, moved up to my tits and then up at my face, and got a look of surprise on his face.

“You guys just don’t give up, do you?” He asked.

“We only want to show you how to use your abilities. After that you can pretend we have never met.” I said to him.

“Where did you get that girl? She doesn’t even have this class with me.” Nathan asked.

“I hopped her last night.” I said as I ran my hands down my stolen body and asked, “You like her?”

“Yeah, I guess. What do you mean hopped?” He asked me.

“It’s what we call it when we take over someone’s body. Body hopping. We’ll tell you more and show you how to do it, all you have to do is let us.” I said to him with a wink.

“So you can ‘hop’ anyone?” He asked me, emphasizing the word hop.

“Yup. Anyone.” I replied.

“And you pick girls?” He asked.

“I’ve been in a guy before, but women are more fun for sex.” I said and wiggled my eyebrows.

“You guys like to get fucked as chicks?” He said as his eyes widened.

“I’m telling you; don’t knock it until you try it.” I replied to him.

“No thanks. I like fucking chicks, not getting fucked.” He said, and got up and moved a few seats down from me.

I saw him look back over at me, and so I just shrugged and smiled at him. He looked down at the front of the hall, and suddenly his eyes widened. He must have just seen that Burt was inside his professor. He looked back at me and I just shrugged again.

Burt taught the hour long class without missing a beat, and I didn’t think he knew that much about biology, so I figured he must have been using Gretchen’s memories and class plan. By the end of the hour I was both impressed with Burt’s ability to impersonate someone, and bored out of my fucking mind. I really didn’t care about any of this, and I hadn’t even brought a notebook and a pen so I could doodle. Finally class ended, and just before everyone was piling out of the class room, Burt yelled out, “I need to see one student after class. A Mr. Nathan Grisbie please.”

Nathan shook his head as he went down the stairs, and I followed him, but gave him plenty of room so that he didn’t feel like he was being hunted. When I got there I heard Burt asking him to come back to Gretchen’s office and talk for a while. Nathan didn’t look like he wanted to, but he nodded and the three of us made our way back to Burt’s mount’s office.

Once inside, Burt walked around and sat in Gretchen’s chair, while motioning for Nathan to take a seat on the other side. I closed the door and then took another chair next to Nathan. Even though I knew what we were there for I couldn’t help but feel like I was in the principles office about to get yelled at for some reason.

“Howdy again Nathan.” Burt said to him with a smile.

“You guys have to stop this. You’re fucking stalking me, and it’s illegal. I’ll tell campus security.” Nathan said as he pointed a finger at Burt.

“And tell security what? That random people are stalking you? Or that there are two guys inside of women’s bodies following you around? Either way it’s a quick trip to the looney bin for you after that.” I said to him.

Nathan got a thoughtful look on his face for a moment as he weighed his options, then said, “Fine. What do you want?”

“We just want to show you how to body hop, and give you a hand for your first few hops until you get the hang of it.” Burt said as he folded his hands and leaned forward over the desk, giving us a shot of his cleavage in the low cut blouse.

“Well, I’m not a freak like you two. And I don’t want a pussy. So I’m not going to hop or whatever.” Nathan replied.

Burt held up his hands as if to surrender and said, “Ok, that’s fine. You don’t have to hop anyone. We aren’t here to force you. Do you mind if we hang out around here for a while and keep an eye on you just incase you do need some help?”

“You guys are gonna follow me around and shit or what?” He asked.

“Think of us as undercover helpers. No one but you will know we are there, but if you get into trouble, we can help you out.” Burt said.

“Why?” Nathan asked.

“It’s what we do. Older body hoppers help new body hoppers. Being a hopper is kind of like being in a secret society. Which reminds me, you are going to want to keep all of this to yourself.” Burt told him.

“Tell everyone that I’m a freak? Yeah that’s high on my priority list.” Nathan said with thick sarcasm.

“I don’t mean to piss on your parade here, junior, but there are hoppers that enjoy hopping. And they will go to extraordinary lengths to make sure that we body hoppers remain a secret. So you only have a few options. You can never hop anyone, and pretend that hoppers don’t exist. You can learn to hop, and then use your ability wisely, or you can keep being an untrained dickhead that has no idea how to hop and eventually you’ll mess up around one of those hoppers, and they will kill you. And the worst part is they can be anyone. It may be your own mom that they set up for your murder. Brian and I are trying to help you and you keep calling us freaks. Right now we are the best chance you have of going back to a semi-normal life.” Burt said coldly.

Nathan audibly swallowed as he looked at Burt, then slowly nodded and said, “Ok, if you guys want to hang around that’s cool. I’ll keep this to myself, don’t worry.”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal a man’s head poking around the corner as he said, “faculty meeting professor.”

Burt nodded at the man, then looked at us and said, “Well students, I guess that should cover the special assignment. Why don’t the two of you go work on it together? If you need any help you know where to find me.”

Nathan and I got up and started walking down the hallway while Burt followed the man who had interrupted us the opposite way. Once we were out of earshot, I touched Nathan’s elbow, which caused him to stop and look at me.

“I just want you to know that I’m kinda new to this whole thing too. I’ve only been a hopper for a month or so. Burt didn’t mean to scare you shitless, he just wants you to know that not all hoppers want to be your friend, especially if you’re letting their secret out. Burt’s been a good friend as I’ve gone through all of this.” I told Nathan.

“I… just don’t know.” Nathan replied to me.

“That’s fine. Hey, what are you doing right now?” I asked him.

“Nothing until football practice at four, why?” He asked me.

“Wanna fuck me?” I asked plainly.

Nathan’s eyebrows rose as he stared at me and said, “Really?”

“Perks of having hopper friends. Pussy is always available. You wanna come back to my dorm room? Well, I should say Bethy’s dorm room, but her stuff is my stuff as long as I’m in her.” I said with a smile.

I rolled off from Nathan, sweaty and satisfied. We had been at it for about two hours now and while I was already hoping he had one more in him, he needed cool down time in between our sex sessions.

“Holy fuck you’re huge.” I said as I panted, trying to catch my breath.

“Thanks. You definitely know how to use a pussy. That last round might be it for me, though, you are really wearing me out.” He said as he looked over at me.

“Yeah, I’m starting to get pretty sore. I may have to trade out for a new slit. Especially after the stretching your dick just gave it.” I told Nathan.

“Trade it in? You mean hop into a different girl?” Nathan asked me.

“Yup.” I replied simply as I panted.

“Well, if you and Burt are looking for some hot chicks to get into, you could come with me to the Pie Theta Pie sorority party tonight. They have some hot girls there, and they are always looking for an excuse to get wasted mess around with a football player.” Nathan told me as he absently played with one of my breasts.

“Sounds like it could be fun.” I replied as I lay there enjoying the sensations of him playing with my nipple.

“Hey Brian, I don’t think I want to body hop chicks and get fucked by guys.” Nathan suddenly said out of nowhere.

“Then don’t. It’s all up to you. I have more lesbian sex then anything else to be honest.” I said as I looked over at him.

“You know, I never thought about it like that. I’m pretty good at licking a pussy, and two chicks going at it is always hot, right?” He said as he perked up somewhat.

“I think you should just try out body hopping anyone before you make the decision to never hop again. And I think you should try a chick. It can be a lot of fun.” I told him as I rolled onto my side and looked at him.

“I don’t know man. I’ve spent a lot of time in the gym to get bulked up. I don’t have any problem getting laid now. I like being me and fucking girls. I just don’t see that changing.” Nathan told me.

“Like I said before Nathan, the ability is yours to do whatever you like. You don’t have to hop anyone. It’s fine to just be yourself. Plus, with as big as your dick is, I may be stopping by to get fucked on occasion anyway.” I said with a smile.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Friends with benefits! Anyway, I’ve got to head out. I’ve got some football stuff to take care of before practice. If you guys want to head over to the Pie house with me tonight, just meet up with me around nine by the football field. We’ll walk from there, its pretty close.” Nathan said as he got up and started to get dressed.

“Ah,” I pouted and got onto my hands and knees, putting my cute little ass in the air and wiggling it back and forth for him, “You don’t want to do it doggie style just one more time before you leave?”

“I can’t man. I’m gonna be draggin’ ass through practice as it is. I’m fucking spent.” Nathan said as he playfully slapped my ass.

“I’ll see you on the football field at about nine then.” I told him.

He finished putting his clothes on and nodded, then left. I reached over onto the floor, grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. If I was going to be bailing on Bethy’s body I wanted to make sure I got every last orgasm I could out of her sore little cunt.

“Are you sure he said nine?” Burt asked me as he shuffled back and forth on his feet.

“Yes, nine. At the football field.” I replied as I looked Burt over.

He had dismounted Gretchen and was just his regular old self, and looked a bit uncertain of himself standing there in just a tee shirt and jeans. I was still in Bethy, but with the steady ache between her legs from my activities I couldn’t wait to bail out of her body and pick up a different girl.

“He’s late.” Burt complained.

“GUYS!” We suddenly heard Nathan call out from behind us. We turned to see him standing by the bleachers and waving us over.

We started walking towards Nathan, and when we got there Nathan introduced us to some of his fellow football players. He had two other people with them. One tall and rather lanky guy named Todd, and the other guy was as muscled as Nathan and was introduced as Logan. Nathan couldn’t remember my mount’s name, and stumbled over his words as he introduced me, not that it mattered. His friends were drooling over me like a piece of meat. I hadn’t spent a lot of time getting ready, but a short skirt and tight tank top are pretty much all a girl needs to get boys drooling on her. Nathan’s friends both looked at Burt strangely, but didn’t ask why their friend was hanging out with a guy twice his age. They just shook his hand and we all started walking for the sorority house.

It was quite a hike to the sorority house. Burt had complained to me about his feet hurting in the ill fitting pair of shoes he had grabbed. I felt bad for him, but told him that in a few minutes he wouldn’t have to worry about his sore feet any more. Todd and Logan gravitated next to me on the walk, trying to make small talk. I played along and soon I could tell they were trying to out do each other for my affection. I was glad when Nathan turned and started walking up a path to a two story building I assumed was the sorority we would be partying at.

Nathan knocked, and the door was open by a cute red headed girl. She smiled when she saw Nathan and gave him a quick hug. He returned it and then stood back as she marked his hand with a black X in marker. She did the same to Nathan’s other friends, whom she also knew. Then came Burt and I. She looked at me and held the marker out. I gave her my hand and got the black X.

“Don’t I have psychology with you?” She asked me.

I scanned Bethy’s memories for the girl quickly and she did indeed share a class or two with Bethy. Bethy never associated much with the girl, as she thought that sorority girls were all bimbos that couldn’t make it on their own through school.

“Yeah, I think you do.” I said with a smile.

That was all the girl needed to hear, and suddenly she was hugging me too. Our breasts squeezed together as I stood there with a look of shock on my face.

She pulled back just as suddenly and looked at Burt.

“Are you sure you have the right address, Mister?” She asked as she looked skeptically at Burt.

“He’s with me,” Nathan said to the red head.

“Oh, cool. Is he like your uncle or something?” She asked Nathan.

“Uh, sure,” Nathan replied in an unsure voice.

“Have fun!” the girl said in a peppy voice to Burt as if he was half deaf.

We walked further into the house and into a large living room. It was packed with people dancing to loud music. Nathan and his friends headed off one way, and Burt and I headed to one of the side rooms. We poked our heads into a few rooms, and every single one had groups of people in them. There was also a huge line for the bathroom, so hopping someone in there was also out.

Burt began to scowl as he got more and more odd looks. I grabbed his hand and we headed up to the second story of the house. The loud music could still be heard thumping through the floor but it was far quieter, and we could actually talk to each other.

“There is no way I’m going to find a mount here. We should have picked up some girls before we came. Everyone is looking at me like some sort of leper.” Burt said with disdain.

“Let’s try a couple rooms up here, and if we don’t find anyone we’ll leave, okay?” I asked.

Burt nodded and followed me as I quietly opened one door to an empty bedroom. I tried the next door only to find a guy and a girl having sex. I quietly closed the door as to not disturb them, and moved on to the next door. This time when I opened the door two girls looked back at me.

“Uh, can I help you with anything? Are you like lost or something?” One girl asked me.

I walked in and Burt followed me. The girls both took a few steps back from us; almost as if they knew we were there to cause trouble.

“You guys need to leave my room like now.” The first girl said to us.

In response Burt just smiled and calmly walked over to her. I followed suit and walked up to the other girl, who had gotten backed into a corner.

“What the f-” Was all the girl got out before Burt walked over to her and covered her mouth.

The girl in front of me watched Burt as he assaulted the young woman, and began melting into her. Her eyes opened wide as she watched her friend struggle with her attacker and fall to the floor flailing her arms as Burt worked his way inside her body. She didn’t have time to worry much longer, though as I brought my face to hers, kissing her on the lips. She struggled as her attention was brought back to me, but it was already a lost cause.

I lost the feel of Bethy’s body. It felt so strange to be in limbo between bodies. Suddenly I could feel a new body. I felt socks on my feet, which was odd to me as just a second ago I had been in Bethy’s body wearing sandals. I felt two long legs, and a new pussy that didn’t ache from being over used. I had a trim midsection, and two wonderfully full breasts. I suddenly tasted mint in my mouth, and felt something. I was chewing gum now. I felt some hair playing around my neckline. I looked over at the other girl that had been struggling with Burt as she stood up, but now her pretty face had been replaced by Burt’s. He was using his new hands to grasp the perfection of his own mount’s tits and smiling.

“Ah that feels so much better. I feel like I belong at this party now.” He said as he looked over at me.

“Yeah, it’s nice to not have an aching pussy between my legs anymore.” I replied and looked down at Bethy, who now lay at my feet in a heap of arms, legs and long dark hair.

“Well I wouldn’t mind having an aching pussy, because that would mean that I was actually getting some dick. Let’s go see if we can find some.” Burt said with a smile.

“What about Bethy? I think we should wake her up.” I said.

“We’re at a party, and she’s a passed out chick. It’s normal. It happens everyday. Let her wake up and think she just had too much to drink and blacked out.” Burt said.

“You think?” I said out loud, trying to decide what I should do.

“I know. Let’s go.” Burt said as he grabbed my arm and tugged on it.

I followed Burt out into the hallway and back down the stairs to the floor where the main party was on. We were back in the loud music, but this time we were not ostracized for being out of place in the crowd. We barely made it across the crowded living room floor before both getting handed beers in red plastic cups. Burt gulped his down immediately, and so I handed him mine. When he downed that one in seconds as well, some guys around us cheered and held out their beers for him to drink.

This time I grabbed Burt’s arm and dragged him further along until we got to the corner and I turned to look at Burt. I leaned over and shouted into his ear over the music, “I’m not holding your hair back when you start puking, or babysitting you like on spring break.”

“Calm down Brian. We’re swimming in the estrogen ocean. It’s a sorority house. If I get too plastered in this body, I’ll just pick a different one.” Burt said back with a smile.

I shook my head and Burt turned to walk back into the crowd of people, many of whom again held out cups for him. I decided that he was a big boy, or girl, and could take care of himself. I turned on my heels and went looking for Nathan.

I found him in the kitchen leaning up against the countertop, talking to a blonde girl who was sitting on the countertop and playing with her hair as she smiled at him. As I walked towards him he noticed me.

“Hey Bri… uh, I mean Brandy. Nice choice, she’s a hottie.” He said to me as he almost said my real name. I then quickly checked my mounts memory, and my new name was indeed Brandy. The girl sitting on the counter top flirting with Nathan was one of my “sisters” named Amanda, who everyone called Mandy.

“Of course Brandy’s a hottie! She’s my best friend EVER!” Mandy drunkenly said as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around me.

I knew from memories that popped into my head from my mount that Mandy and Brandy had just gotten into a huge fight about Mandy burrowing a purse from Brandy without permission. I really didn’t care, so I didn’t concentrate on the memory too hard. Instead, I wrapped my arms back around her, and pulled her face to mine for a quick on the lips kiss. I could tell at first that Mandy was surprised, but she didn’t pull back. I wasn’t certain if she had some lesbian tendencies when drunk, or if she was just an attention whore and knew that kissing other girls would get boys to look at her.

Nathan cheered us on enthusiastically, and when I leaned back from the kiss, I winked at him and said, “I need a drink.”

Mandy’s face got an excited look on it as she grabbed me once again, and began pulling me over to another spot on in the kitchen by an impressive array of bottles and said, “Lets all do shots together!”

Mandy grabbed some small glasses, set them down, and picked up a bottle of clear alcohol and poured out some shots. When she was finished she handed them out, and as she held them up she said, “Here’s to not remembering tonight!”

I knew Brandy wouldn’t have a problem with that.

We all downed our shots, and I gagged as the liquid slid down my throat, burning like fire. It left an aftertaste of paint thinner in my mouth. Nathan helped me out by handing me a beer to chase it with when he saw my scowl. I gulped down the beer trying to get the last drink out of my mouth before it ate the enamel away on Brady’s teeth.

Suddenly Burt staggered in the doorway, and shouted drunkenly, “Look whoosh shhere! And doingsh shhotsh wit outta me! Line em’ upa again!”

Mandy squealed, and poured more shots out of the same bottle and handed them out again, this time including another hopper who she thought was another one of her sorority sisters. As the nasty drink again burned my throat I started to feel flushed and hoped we would be able to find some girls that were not completely fucked up at the end of the night to trade into.

Burt just held up his arms and cheered as he slammed the shot glass back down on the counter.

[xorg]

Chapter 24 - A Rude Awakening

This is the twenty-fourth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

I woke up in Brandy’s room upstairs. I was cold. And the sunlight was very bright. I sat up too quickly and winced in pain. I had a small headache, but to be honest for the amount of drinking I did last night, the headache was completely bearable.

I looked down and saw two perky tits staring right back at me. Below them were a taunt belly and a small neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair above a lovely little pussy. As I continued looking further down, I noticed I was wearing one sock. That was my only article of clothing at all.

I was also covered from head to toe in black magic marker. Words like slut, whore, and bitch were common. Written in large letters across my stomach were the words “Bearded Sausage Wallet” and an arrow pointing down to my pussy.

I looked over to the other side of the bed, and there slept Burt. He had taken all of the covers on the bed and wrapped himself up in a little cocoon of sheets and comforters. From the little bit of his face that was showing I saw he too had black magic marker on him. To be more specific, he had a penis drawn on his forehead with the words “Cum Dumpster” written below it.

I shook my head as I remembered parts of last night, and Burt finding the marker the girl at the door was using, and writing something on where my mount’s shirt left my back exposed. I turned and grabbed at his hand and wrestled it away from him, then started to write on him with it. We both started giggling, and taken turns writing things on each other. As we ran out of exposed skin, our clothing started to come off, much to the delight of every male at the party. Eventually we were down to just our panties.

That was when Burt and I retired upstairs to “my” room, and the lesbian love began. Burt ate out my little groove like it was the last time he’d be able to see a pussy. I let him suck, lick, tickle and tease me to seven screaming orgasms before I pushed him back so that I could return the favor. As I lowered my head into his dripping snatch, and began licking he started to squirm from side to side. As I dug in deeper with my tongue he started to buck his hips. Then when I started to play with his clit, he stopped moving altogether. I looked up to see what was wrong, and saw that his eyes were closed, and he was snoring softly. He had passed out on me.

I yawned and stretched as my thoughts came back to the present morning. I rolled off my soft bed and headed over to a dresser that was along the far wall and began digging through it so that I could find some clothes. I quickly dug out some comfy cotton boy-short panties and slid them up my legs and around my hips. I then pulled out a cotton bra and wrapped it backwards around my waist and clasped it. I then spun it around and shimmied it up over my tits and slid my arms through the shoulder straps. As I was situating the twins, I heard a blood curdling scream from down the hall.

Burt sat up suddenly with his eyes wide open, then groaned and put his hands over his eyes as he quickly lay back down in bed, pulling his covers over his eyes. I heard the scream again, and once more heard Burt groan in pain as he lay there unmoving.

I opened my door and quickly made my way down the hall to the large bathroom on the second floor. There were a few other girls gathered around the doorway, but no one had opened it yet. I heard another scream, and shoved my way through the group and quickly opened the door.

Inside I saw Mandy standing in the middle of the room wearing a pink tank top and some white and blue stripped panties and pulling at her hair. She turned to look at the doorway, and one of the sorority girls said, “Mandy, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

I knew instantly what was wrong, though, as I could see Nathan’s face on Mandy’s body. The other girls couldn’t see the large football player who was possessing one of their sisters, and I needed to make certain that it stayed that way, which meant getting them out of the bathroom before someone looked in the large mirror on the wall.

“She’s fine. I’ll take care of it. Everyone go back to what you were doing. I’ll handle this. Mandy and I are best friends.” I said as I pushed the group of girls back from the doorway, stepped myself inside, and closed the door, locking them out of the bathroom.

I turned back towards Nathan, and hissed at him quietly, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!?”

“I don’t know man. Mandy was a bit drunk, and she was frisky, and I followed her up to her bedroom, and we fucked, and then both of us passed out. I had some weird dreams, I woke up this morning all groggy and shit, walked down here to take a piss, and couldn’t find my dick. When I looked in the mirror, I saw I had blonde hair, and huge tits! I’m fucking in her man! I’m fucking in her!” Nathan said back to me far too loudly.

“SHHHH!” I hissed at him again, and pointed to the door then whispered, “Half the sorority is out there. You want them to know you are inside Mandy? Be quiet!”

“Then help me get the fuck out of this bitch!” He complained back at me in a stressed but low tone.

“Calm down. Stop hyperventilating.” I said to him in a controlled whisper.

“What the fuck do you mean calm down? I’m inside my fucking one night stand! I want out of this bitch, now!” He said back to me, his volume once again climbing above a whisper.

I walked over and slapped him on the face and said, “You can’t get out of her right now. Like I said, half the sorority is outside the door. You think they won’t notice something odd about this? When they first showed up it was just Mandy in here screaming, then I shut them out and had a weird conversation with Mandy, and suddenly when we open the door, a large football player is standing over a passed out Mandy, and chilling out while smiling at them? What if they look in the mirror and see my face on Brandy?”

Nathan looked at me with fear in his eyes, but didn’t move or make a sound.

“Now, what we are going to do is, ah… We tell everyone that you saw something. Something that Mandy is afraid of and you started screaming. I came in and chased it away.” I said.

“Ok that’s a good plan, what do we say it was?” Nathan asked.

“I don’t know. Search her memories. Just concentrate.” I told him.

I saw Nathan close his eyes and concentrate. I took a couple of breaths and suddenly his eyes popped open, “Holy shit! She fucked Logan last night before she brought me up to her room! Ew! I’m inside a fucking skank.”

“Focus.” I whispered.

“Shit, sorry. Heh. This is memory shit is kinda neat, actually. Spiders! She’s afraid of spiders!” He said excitedly.

“Ok. Well then, I’ll tell everyone that I killed the spider, and we flushed it. Then we’ll head back to Brandy’s room, and Burt and I will show you how to dismount her. But we will do it discretely, understand?” I told him.

I leaned past Nathan, flushed the toilet, and opened the door with a big smile as I announced to the group of girls leaning against the doorway, “Problem solved. It was a big spider! I got it.”

“It was a big hairy one too!” Nathan said as he nodded his head enthusiastically.

We heard a few girls say “gross” or “Eww” and the rest turned to walk away, shaking there heads and whispered amongst themselves that we had caused so much drama for a small bug.

I grabbed Nathan by his hand and dragged him back to my room. I closed and locked the door behind me and went over to Burt and shook him.

“Leave me alone.” He groaned.

“We have a situation here Burt. Our young hopper accidentally had his first hop.” I told the cocoon of covers lying on my bed.

“So? Good for him.” Burt mumbled.

“He’s freaking out a bit, and would like some guidance,” I said, trying to be patient with my friend.

“I’m hung over and tired. You help him. Let me sleep.” He said as he rolled over.

I shrugged at Nathan patted the bed alongside me. He sat down with his legs spread and uneasily looked down at his tits.

“Are you sure you want to bail already? We could have some fun for a bit first?” I asked him.

“No way man, I have a game today. I don’t want to be on the sidelines being a cheerleader. I want to be in the game.” He replied.

“Ok, just concentrate on wanting to leave Mandy’s body. You’re talent should take over from there and you’ll flow out of her. It will be weird, as you will become a liquid, but don’t worry, after you reform you will be your old self again.” I told him.

“SHHH! You guys are making my headache worse!” Burt whined.

Nathan looked at Burt, then at me, and then closed his eyes. He made fists with his small girlie hands, and let out a small grunt.

“I can’t do it man! I don’t want to be fucking stuck in her! Get me out of here!” He pleaded to me.

“Calm down. Stop worrying. You need to give it a chance to work. It’s not instantaneous. Just concentrate for a few minutes.” I replied to him.

“Why don’t you guys just invite the fucking marching band in here, too?” Burt whined as he rolled around in his covers.

“Burt quit being such a baby.” I said, and then motioned for Nathan to try and dismount Mandy again.

He nodded and closed his eyes again. This time instead of clenching his hands into fists, he relaxed and spread his fingers out on his legs. A few moments where nothing was happening passed by and suddenly I saw him start to flow out of her. There was a clear substance that was slowly working its way out of his skin. As it continued more and more of his fluid was flowing out of Mandy. It was starting to pool on the floor and more and more of Mandy’s skin began oozing him out.

Finally, as more and more of the fluid left Mandy, the puddle on the floor started to take on a shape. More and more the fluid building up from the floor started to look like Nathan, until finally he was standing in front of me. I often wondered how we body hoppers fit into our mounts, but Nathan was an extreme case. As he towered over me with his naked body, I looked down at Mandy, and thought to myself how utterly amazing it was that he could manage to shrink down enough to fit into her.

“Woah. That was so fucking weird.” Nathan said as he looked at me with wide eyes, “I mean I thought I knew what weird was. I had no fucking clue. That was weird.”

“Oh be quiet!” Burt whined again.

“Congrats on your first dismount. I think it went well. What do you think about hopping now?” I asked him plainly.

“Now that I know I can get out of a girl, I guess I don’t mind it so much… but what I’d really like now is some pants.” He said to me.

“Give me a sec, I’ll go grab them from Mandy’s room.” I replied, and headed down the hall.

It took me a few minutes of looking through Mandy’s room to find all of Nathan’s clothing. Mandy seemed to just toss clothes around and let them lay where ever she took them off. I made my way back to my room, and tossed the clothes at Nathan.

“Here you go.” I said, and he began dressing.

Meanwhile Burt started to roll out of his cocoon. Unfortunately he didn’t stop in time for the edge of the bed and fell loudly to the floor with a loud THUMP followed by a low groan. Slowly he emerged out of the pile of sheets and my comforter. I saw more writing, and his hair was tangled and twisted as it lay in front of his face.

“Alright already. I get it. You two are just not going to let me sleep this off.” He said giving me a cross look.

“You look like shit.” Nathan said to him as he buttoned up his pants.

Burt sneered at him and said, “I drank more then both of you last night. And her!” he then pointed down at Mandy’s passed out form.

“Wait a minute.” Burt said, and then looked over at Nathan, “Are you done with her?”

Nathan looked at Burt oddly and then said, “Uh, yeah. I don’t plan on spending any more time in the resident slut.”

“Dibs!” Burt called out excitedly and crawled back onto the bed, spooning with Mandy’s unconscious body.

In no time he was flowing out of his former mount, and into Mandy’s body. In no time he was sitting up and grabbing Mandy’s tits under her tank top as he smiled at Nathan and me.

“Oh this is much better. She can keep that hang over.” Burt said as he looked back at his old mount’s pretty face.

“Well, as much fun as this has been, I’ve got to be going. See you around, thanks for the fun, and the coaching on the dismount.” Nathan said, and headed for the door now that he was fully dressed.

As I watched him leave, I looked back at Burt, still molesting his new body and said, “I wonder when we’ll see him again. I think he actually prefers sex un-mounted.”

“We’ll see him tonight at the game.” Burt said while still staring at his own tits.

“We’ll see him at the game? The football game? Maybe from the bleachers.” I commented.

“Oh no, we’ll be closer then that Brian.” Burt replied to me.

“How do you know that?” I asked him as he finally looked at me instead of his own tits.

“’Cause we’re gonna be cheering him on. Now let’s go get you washed up. You’ve still got marker all over your body.” Burt said as he stood up and grabbed my hand, dragging me towards the bathroom and a much needed shower.

“Cheering him on?” I asked stupidly.

“Jeez Brian, Check out Brandy’s memories. What is she doing tonight along with half of this sorority? We’re the Cheerleaders at tonight’s game.” Burt said with a smile.

“No. No, I am not ready for that.” I replied.

“Yes you are. Brandy is. Mandy is. We both are. It’ll be fun.” Burt said as he stopped pulling me, and wrapped his slender arms around me so he could grab my pert ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck me.” I said with a sigh.

“Great! I thought you’d never ask. I’ll do it in the shower.” Burt replied.

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Chapter 25 - Short Skirts and High Kicks

This is the twenty-fifth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

A rather well muscled young man by the name of Richie put two hands on my waist and thrust me up into the air. Once I was above his head I put on knee forward, and he put his palm up, giving me a small seat to land my ass on. He held me above his head with his arm locked like that for around a minute while I tried my best to smile, yell, and shake my palm palms around, all while trying to keep my balance to make it a bit easier for Richie to hold me.

Oh, and try to ignore the buzzing in my crotch.

I was certain by now Richie knew something was up, but he didn’t say anything. Just looked up and smiled at me, the smirk on his face almost screaming at me, “I know your secret you little slut.”

Maybe I should back up just a touch. You see, it started about forty-five minutes before the game.

Burt and I were in the locker room getting dressed as cheerleaders for Nathan’s game. I was still inside Brandy, and he was still inside Mandy. I had just finished pulling up my little skirt when Burt walked around the corner of the lockers and put a small plastic thing in my hand. I stared down at it, wondering what it was. It was oval shaped, with a long wire hanging out of one end. I stared at him, then back at the thing he had placed in my hand, and then back at him.

“Uh, thanks.” I said still unsure of what I was holding.

“Stuff it up your cunt.” Burt replied.

“Huh?” I asked, thinking I misheard him.

“Stuff it in your box. Leave the wire hanging out like this.” Burt said and lifted his skirt to show me that he wasn’t wearing any panties, and I could see a similar small wire hanging between his legs.

“Why? What?” I said, and was going to ask more when Burt reached up with his other hand, and pressed a button on a small remote control.

The tiny egg shaped device in my hand sprung to life vibrating softly. I looked down with surprise, and nearly dropped the little sex toy. I looked back up at Burt just in time to see him close his eyes and let out a long breath of pleasure. He pressed the button again and the little toy fell silent once more.

“No.” I replied.

“Yes.” He said to me.

“Burt, I’m going to have a hard enough time trying to be a freakin’ cheerleader without my pussy messing with me.” I told him.

“Bullshit, you’ll do fine. Just let Brandy’s natural skill out, and you’ll be fine. This will be a blast. I promise, now put it in.” Burt said.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” I said, still not sure about letting Burt have complete control over my pussy while I was standing in front of thousands of people.

“What is it with you young hoppers not listening to the veterans nowadays? Nathan doesn’t want to hop. I can barely get you to play along with me. Did you have a good time while I was in Courtney? Did you have fun on Spring Break?” He asked me.

I nodded, and he then followed up with, “Well then, trust me.” And he gave me a winning smile and a wink.

“Ugh. I’m gonna regret this.” I said as I spread my legs a few feet apart and went to insert the toy inside my pussy.

“Wait. Use some lube. Trust me.” Burt then handed me a small tube.

I coated the egg in the slippery stuff that Burt had given me, and went back to inserting the toy inside of me. I pulled my small white cotton thong down to mid thigh level, and gently worked the egg inside of me. My pussy felt full as the toy pressed against the inner walls of my snatch, but not too full as the toy was still somewhat small, and wouldn’t restrict my movements. I then reached into my locker and pulled out the thicker athletic panties that would cover my white thong, and match the rest of the cheerleading squad. They were tight around my legs and waist.

“Tuck your antenna up in front. Here, let me help you.” Burt said as he kneeled down and started to pull my wire to the front of my panties through my left leg hole.

Just then another girl walked around the corner and looked at us oddly as she asked, “Is everything alright here?”

“Oh yeah, I’m just helping Brandy with her panties. Just trying to unbunch them. You want to help?” Burt asked the girl.

“Ugh, no. I heard you guys were acting weird last night, but wow, really? You should have gotten over all this lezzy stuff by the end of freshman year.” The girl replied.

“C’mon, it’s never too late to have a little fun. Plus, it drives the boys nuts.” I said to her with a wink.

“Whatever.” She said, and walked back around the corner.

“There, how’s that?” Burt asked as he stood up and looked at me.

“It feels like I have a sex toy shoved up my pussy, and I’m about to be embarrassed horribly as I try to cheer in front of a whole bunch of people.” I replied to Burt with a big fake smile and a chipper tone of voice.

“Well, at least you can fake the spirit. I’m going to go get my panties, and then we should head out.” Burt said to me as he disappeared around the corner and headed back to his locker.

In short order we were headed out of the locker room tunnel and out onto the football field. I ran and screamed with the other girls, waving my pom-poms high above my head, and I also did a cart wheel as we got to our customary spot on the field. It felt amazing to be so limber and energetic. I put my pom-poms up again and shook them as I pulled my leg up into a high kick and cheered to the fans as they sat there staring back at us.

I think it was then that I realized I liked the attention I was getting. As a man I had always enjoyed watching cheerleaders at sporting events. I enjoyed the girls smiling and bouncing around, with their little skirts sometimes flipping up, and their long limber legs on display for everyone to drool over. Now I was living it. I could smell my own perfume, and smile up at all the guys and girls in the stands as they stared at me. I could feel the swish of my cute pony tail on my shoulders, and I was the one that had those long limber legs and could let my skirt flip up to give everyone a teasing view of my privates.

I was eating it up.

We started to go through our routines and I matched rhythm with all of the other girls as we did our dances. I knew all of the cheers as if by heart, even though they were stolen from my mount. I was the one being lifted into the air by my cheer partner to stand on top of a slightly wobbling tower of smiling girls.

Burt was also being surprisingly discrete with the remote control for the toy jammed up my snatch as well. The first time he activated it was when our home team scored a touchdown. I was caught completely by surprise as I put a hand up to cheer and suddenly the little egg sprung to life. My voice caught in my throat and my knees went a little weak.

The other team wasn’t much competition for us, and just a few minutes later we had scored again, this time with a field goal. As Burt once again lit up my pussy with vibrations, I began to hope more and more that we were going to score a lot that game.

On a few occasions Richie, my male cheer partner, would grab me by the waist, the sign for lifting me up, just after we scored. The first time he set my ass down on his palm after hurling me up into the air and felt me vibrating he almost dropped me. He had quickly adapted to it, and also got a small smirk on his face every time our team would get close to the endzone. I think he had figured out who had the remote, and he was enjoying my looks of rapture as they ran across my face despite my best efforts to keep them under wraps.

Finally by the end of the game, I think I had cum on his hand three times, and I felt a bit soggy around my crotch. Still, I was no where near satisfied and I wanted more. It was agony waiting for all the players to head off the field and cheer the victory of the home team on to the fans as they were clearing off the field.

Finally the other cheerleaders started to head back to the tunnel we had entered the stadium from. Burt was giving me that smug little smile he reserved for when he had done something he thought was really fun and clever, but I was beyond trying to even function. I was horny. I walked next to him simply because my sex-addled mind couldn’t handle much more then walking along with someone to guide me.

When we finally made it through the tunnel and our cheerleading squad got to the point in the concrete tunnels that the boys split off to get to their lockers and the girls split off to get to our lockers I hesitated for a moment and then grabbed Richie by the shirt and dragged him off into yet another adjoining tunnel.

I didn’t even have to tell him what I wanted. He knew. Once we were out of sight from most random passerbys I dropped to my knees and yanked his wind breaker cheer pants down to his well defined thighs. I was pleasantly surprised to see how well endowed he was, and looked up at him as I took his dick in my hand and ran my nails down the length of his shaft, playing for a moment with the head of his dick. He was instantly hard, and said to me, “It was so fucking hard to keep my dick in line out there as I knew you were getting off every time we scored.”

“Hmm, I know baby, but I need more. I need you. You want to get in me?” I purred the question out there, already knowing the answer.

He simply nodded, and I in return got back to my feet and spun around. I pulled both sets of my panties down and gingerly stepped out of them, leaving them in a small pile on the concrete floor below me. I grabbed on the dangling wire between my legs and gave it a tug to free the hidden sex toy from my most sensitive of holes. I then bent over and felt Richie flip my small skirt up on my back as he lined his dick up with my sopping wet cunt.

I felt him thrust into me hard, and tried my best not to scream out in ecstasy as my pussy finally got what the vibrations from the egg could not give it. Real warm flesh shoving into me and stretching out my little vag like it was meant to be.

Richie fucked me quick and hard, and I loved every second and every thrust. Before I knew it I was cumming on him again. I let out a serious of throaty moans and squeals, but did try my best to keep somewhat quiet so we wouldn’t be found out.

After I came, I leaned forward and Richie’s dick pulled out of me. I spun to face him, and dropped the egg I had been holding in my left hand down the front of my shirt so it could be nestled between my cleavage, leaving my hands free. I smiled at him and grabbed at his shoulders. He then grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up and back onto his throbbing cock. He bent at his knees and waist slightly, and I wrapped my nimble legs around his waist to try and support myself that way. He slowly spun us around as he fucked up and down inside me, then leaned me back against the wall, using friction to hold me in place as he continued to screw me standing up and pinned back. I closed my eyes, and really started to moan as I threw my head to the side, back and forth.

He was hitting all of the right spots, and the length and girth of his dick meant that from this position he couldn’t help but hit my G-spot. I saw spots and my vision swam as I came hard, and kept cumming. I couldn’t stop. Every thrust took my higher and I leaned forward and bit down into his shoulder to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. His thrusts were ragged and determined, and suddenly I felt him jerk and release his cum inside of me. His hips shook in orgasmic pleasure as he tired to both hold us up and relish the feeling of his own orgasm, which wasn’t easy considering I had gone almost completely limp as I felt him release his streams of cum inside me.

We both tried not to move and just breathed in air as we came down from our intense session of fucking. Finally I picked my head up and looked at him as his eyes opened and looked back at me. I started to giggle and used my hands to smooth down some of my disheveled hair.

That made him start to laugh quietly until he moaned and showed signs of struggling to hold me up any longer. I quickly unwrapped my legs and dropped them down to hold my own weight as Richie stood up to his full height, no longer bent to support me or hold me back against the wall.

I felt him pull out of me as my legs dropped and he straighten up, then grabbed his underwear and pants and tugged them up into place, which turned out to be just in time, as some of the cleaning crew for the stadium came around the corner and looked at us oddly. I did my best to smile and wave and not look like a cheerleader that had just gotten fucked while pressed against a concrete wall, but I’m sure the fact that I was still glowing with a thin sheen of sweat all over, not to mention I could feel the cum leaking down my thighs didn’t help my cover.

The men in the cleaning crew all smiled, waved, and passed by without saying a word until the last guy stopped, picked up my panties, and handed them to me and said, “I think you may have dropped these Miss. Have a nice day.”

I sputtered out a thank you as I started to turn a shade of red while the skin on my face and cleavage burnt, letting me know I was embarrassed, but after that the man just nodded and walked on.

Richie and I started to jog back towards our locker rooms, but couldn’t help laughing as we thought about the fact that we had been busted, but it looked like we would still get away with our little escapade.

I turned without a word and headed back to my locker room where I saw Burt, stripped down and holding a bar of soap waiting for me to come in the door.

“You little slut! Here I am waiting for a partner for the showers, and you took a detour with your boy toy out there.” He said as he tapped his foot and looked at he panties in my hand.

I only smiled as I started to get out of my little skirt and top. I shrugged my shoulders at him and said, “I’ll make it up to you now if you want.”

“Did you have fun?” Burt asked as his eyebrows rose. His mug still looked oddly out of place on a sexy young woman’s body even after all the time I had spent with him up to this point.

“I had a great time Burt, you were right. I should listen to you more often.” I said as I peeled of my last garment and dropped my little egg on top of the pile of my cheer uniform.

“Damn skippy. Now you need to listen to me when I say get in the shower, you’ve got a lot of pussy licking to do before you make up for questioning me in the first place.” Burt said as he turned and sashayed his sexy little ass into the shower area.

I hurried to follow him, ready to at least try whatever he suggested next.

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Chapter 25 Interlude - Girls’ Night Out

I was bored.

I was really bored.

I wanted to do something. I wanted to do anything. I had called most of my close girlfriends, but so far they all had a reason they couldn’t go out with me and do anything. Vanessa had the flu; Lizzy had two kids that had both come down with the chicken pox; Carmen had boyfriend problems. Not that it was unusual for Carmen to have boyfriend problems, she was always too clingy, and ended up chasing her boyfriends away when they wanted space. Alyssa, who was quickly becoming one of my best friends, was home visiting family.

Not to mention that my body hopper boyfriend was hanging out with his best “normal” friend tonight, Dave. I didn’t want to interrupt guy time, and besides, Brian had been hanging around home a lot lately to keep me and Alyssa happy.

Suddenly my phone beeped. It was Maria. She was apparently also bored tonight. Normally I probably wouldn’t have gone to hang out with just Maria. She had an attitude that I didn’t like and ever since she had married a doctor she had picked up an ego that was big enough to sink the titanic.

But I was bored. I quickly called her back, and set up a time and place to meet up with her. There was a small bar that I heard just opened up with a good selection of wine and some decent looking bartenders, instead of the shaggy plaid shirted guys or the too much hair gel with heavy cologne and big gold chain guys that us women normally have to put up with.

I quickly got myself ready for a night out. I picked out a nice blouse that I had been waiting to wear and some jeans with some strappy high heeled sandals. I quickly did my hair and I was out the door.

As I jumped in my car and started driving I heard my phone beep again. I thought it might be Maria changing our meeting place, so I grabbed my phone out of my purse. I was quite surprised when I heard the voice on the phone.

“Hey pretty lady! What’s new? Is Brian around? I can’t get an answer from his cell. Or am I talking to him right now?” Burt asked.

“Hey Burt. This is Val. Brian’s out with his friend Dave. I think I saw his phone on the charger back at my place. He must have forgotten to take it with him. Do you want Dave’s number?” I asked my boyfriend’s mentor.

“Naw. I was just giving him a call to see if he wanted to head out, hop a couple of chicks and have some fun, but it looks like he has other plans.” Burt replied in a disappointed tone.

“Tell me about it. I’ve been at home looking for someone to head out with for the past couple of hours. Most of my girlfriends are all busy tonight. Then out of the blue my old friend Maria called me, but between you and me, she’s never really been that close of a friend.” I replied.

“Girl’s night out huh?” Burt asked.

“Yeah, pretty much. We’re going to that new bar down on Red Lake Drive. I heard they have some pretty good looking bartenders… Well, maybe not to you, but to us girls they are nummy.” I replied.

“Oh really. I may have to check that place out.” Burt said slowly.

“Yeah, you should come out. I’ll introduce you to Maria. We can have a few drinks and have some fun!” I told him.

“Well, maybe I will then.” He said with a chuckle.

“Good. Maybe I’ll see you.” I said back.

“Maybe you will. Bu-bye!” Burt said and then hung up.

I smiled as I put my phone back in my purse and continued driving to the bar as I thought about Burt. He was rough around the edges, and maybe somewhat self centered, but over all I thought he was a decent guy. He definitely lived for the moment that was for sure.

Soon enough I was parking my car and heading into the small bar. I quickly looked around and saw Maria sitting at a high top table. Maria was Hispanic, and had a beautiful skin tone, long dark hair, deep brown eyes, and was very curvy. She had her hair down, and held back over one ear with a large clip that looked like a flower. She was wearing a rather short and low cut blue dress that let her large breasts draw attention to her, and still show off her shapely legs and well rounded backside. She saw me and smiled and waved as she held up her glass. I quickly made my way over to her and sat down.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long Valerie! How are you doing?” She asked in an overly loud voice as she reached over and hugged me quite roughly. I also smelled alcohol on her, so she must have had quite a few drinks already.

“I’m good Maria! It’s been too long! We never talk anymore.” I replied back to her.

“Well that has just got to stop. I’ll add you as my friend online, then it’s easier to keep in touch.” She said.

“Sure,” I replied as one of the men who worked at the bar stopped at our table to ask if I needed a drink, and I asked for some sprite and vodka, and then took a quick glimpse of his ass as he walked away from the table.

“I saw that. Still single?” Maria questioned me.

“Actually, I’ve got a boyfriend now.” I replied.

“Oh really! Good for you. Who is he? What does he look like? What does he do for a living?” Maria asked the questions in rapid fire succession.

“His name is Brian, he’s cute, but not a muscle guy or anything. He can always make me laugh. Right now, he kind of jumps from job to job I guess.” I replied, trying to answer her questions, but leave out the details. I knew she wouldn’t stop asking until I gave her something, but I didn’t want to tell her everything about Brian.

“Jumps around from job to job? Oh, sweetie, do you want me to see if Joe can hook you up with one of his doctor friends? They are all very stable.” Maria asked.

“No really it’s ok. He can get money if he needs it, and I have a good job.” I told her as I wished my drink would get here faster.

“Well if you change your mind sweetie, you just let me know, ok? My Joe has a lot of really attractive friends who make good money, just like him.” She said.

I just nodded in response as my drink showed up. I dug through my purse and pulled out some money and thanked the man as Maria continued.

“Oh, look at this.” Maria said as she held out her arm and a large bracelet slid forward and then she continued, “They’re all diamonds. Joe got it for me just because. Isn’t he just the best? Does um… Brian, right? Does Brian bring you gifts?” Maria asked, still digging for more information as she sipped some of her drink and looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I thought back to the time when Brian brought home the blonde intern he worked with so that we could have a lesbian night of fun, but I didn’t think that would be the right sort of thing to tell Maria, so I settled for, “He brings me home a lot of gifts that not many other people could give.”

She looked at my tiny smile and said, “Well, aren’t we being mysterious tonight.”

Instead of answering her, I just took a long sip of my drink and winked at her.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have to powder my nose and see if I can get another apple-tini.” She said as she got down off her barstool and looked just a little tipsy on her heels already.

I looked at her back with raised eyebrows as she trotted to the bar, and decided I may need more alcohol then I anticipated to make it through the night with her. She was already bragging about gifts her husband got her.

I tried not to gulp my drink, but before too long my glass was almost empty. I flagged down the same cute guy that had taken my order the first time and asked him to bring me another. He smiled, perhaps a bit too much, and nodded as he blatantly looked down the front of my shirt. I thought to myself that I needed to be good tonight. I was in a relationship with a good guy finally, even if it was a bit out of the ordinary.

Then I noticed that Maria was taking her time to get back to the table, and I hadn’t seen her in a while. I was just about to get up and head for the ladies room to check on her when I suddenly saw her heading back my way.

I put a smile on my face as she climbed back up on the barstool across the table from me and set down a beer bottle. I didn’t really notice it until she picked up the bottle and started to chug some down. In a flash she had downed half the beer.

“What happened to the appletini?” I asked her after taking note of the change in plans.

“Well, an appletini seemed so snobby and bitch-ish that I just couldn’t stand it. So I got a beer.” She replied as she shrugged.

I was suddenly caught between a giggle and my mouth dropping open. A man showed up with my second drink and I thanked him, glad that the distraction gave me time to recover.

“Well, another drink for you too? Maybe a girls night out with you won’t be so bad after all.” Maria said as she drank more of her beer.

“What are you trying to say, Maria? I’m only fun when I’m drunk?” I said, mildly annoyed that my friend was treating me this way after dangling her doctor boyfriend and new jewelry in my face. Enough was enough.

Maria tipped her head back and drank the rest of her beer, then leaned forward and let out a small belch as she looked at me and said, “Ah, that’s better. And no, your not only fun when your drunk. You’re only fun when your naked.” Then Maria gave me a wink.

Suddenly the lights flicked on in my mind.

“Burt!” I hissed as I leaned across the table trying not to draw attention to the fact that I was calling the girl in front of me by a man’s name.

“The one and only.” She replied and winked at me as she reached out, grabbed the cute waiter by the arm and said, “Hey man, whenever you get a chance, could I get a couple of beers here.”

“This is so weird.” I said as I took another long drink from my glass.

“So what makes you actually want to hang out with this bitch? She’s obnoxious.” Maria asked me which was amusing because she was actually talking about herself.

“I don’t know. I wanted to go out tonight and have some fun. Brian’s out and so was Alyssa. I tried calling some friends but they were all busy.” I replied.

Maria’s face went into a little pout and she then said, “And you didn’t think of me?”

I started to laugh and said, “Well next time I need a girls’ night you will be the first one I call.” I told Maria, but was actually talking to the guy inside her.

“Alright! Let’s do some shots!” Maria said, and hopped off her barstool, this time much more steady on her feet. I laughed at the thought of Burt being better on heels then Maria actually was.

Suddenly she grabbed my arm and dragged me up to the bar, and was calling for the bartender to line up some tequila for shots. The bartender smiled as he poured the shots and Maria asked him for some salt and lime slices. I grabbed the salt shaker and licked my wrist when Maria grabbed my arm and said, “No way Val, not tonight.”

With that, Maria dipped her fingers in my drink, thrust her chest out and dabbed some wetness between her large breasts. My eyes went wide as I realized what she was up too. She then looked at me, and I pulled down the front of my shirt a short way as she also moistened my cleavage. I shivered as I felt a cold drop run its way between my fleshy globes. I took the salt shaker and shook out some salt on my chest and then handed it to Marisa who did the same. Next she handed me a lime and a shot glass full of tequila, which wasn’t my favorite liquor to begin with. I scrunched my nose, which made Maria giggle at me, and then she leaned forward to lick the salt off my chest.

I wouldn’t say that I completely enjoyed Maria’s slimy tongue licking up my chest between my breasts despite the fact that I did, on occasion, swing both ways. I just couldn’t get over my hang up of the fact that it was bitchy Maria with her head pressed between my boobs even though tonight her body was under new management. Just then her face popped back out, and she downed the shot of tequila like a professional, and then leaned forward for one of my hands.

I didn’t realize at first that she wanted the lime, (I thought she would use her own, not mine) so she opened her mouth wide and began sucking on all of my fingers. I was almost certain I felt her tongue licking up and down them and I am completely certain she used more tongue then necessary. Finally her head pulled back from my hand and she let out a squeal, and then pointed to her chest as if saying, “Next!”

I hesitantly leaned forward and gingerly licked some salt from in between Maria’s impressive bosom, and she picked that moment to wiggle back and forth, slapping my face with her breasts. I mentally thought, “Thanks Burt, my second motorboat experience, and so far both have been by you.”

I pulled out of Maria’s chest and as I tipped my head back I brought the shot glass to my mouth and swallowed the ill tasting liquid. I was close to gagging (did I mention I hate tequila?) and went for the lime, only to realize that Maria had shifted the small slice of fruit to her mouth. I decided I was definitely willing to French kiss my friend to get rid of this awful taste. I quickly leaned forward and went for the lime, pulling it to my mouth with my tongue while Burt used Maria’s tongue to not only push the lime in my mouth, but also dart around after the fruit. I was about to pull back when I felt Maria’s hands wrap around me. One around my waist and the other around the back of my head, keeping our faces pinned together.

I probably should have been a bit miffed about it, but to be honest, I was just glad to get rid of the tequila taste. I heard cheers erupt from the men around us. Typical boys. I held my hands out to the side, and tried to tell Maria, “Enough,” but what actually came out of my mouth filled with fruit and her tongue was “Eeeewooooooffff.”

Maria finally let her arms go from around me and pulled back, wiping her chin off as she did. I fished the lime out of my mouth and deposited it in the empty shot glass. I was about to give Maria a look when she said, “Val, that was awesome! Thanks! I think I’m starting to see what Brian sees in you.”

I could hardly berate anyone after they gave me a compliment, so I just gave Maria a weak smile and let it slide.

“Hey, ladies, would you mind horribly if I bought the two of you some drinks?” A man suddenly asked from behind me.

“Well…” I started to say and then Maria cut me off by saying, “Ay papi, you can buy us all the drinks you want.”

I rolled my eyes as Maria grabbed my hand and pulled me once more off through the bar. We sat down at a table with a group of guys. Not a single one of them was what I would call cute, but Maria was apparently all for it. I suppose your priorities change when you don’t have to worry about the fall outs of your sexual escapades. Instead of Mr. Right you look for Mr. Right-Now.

One of the guys ordered some more drinks for all of us, and then asked who wanted to do more shots. I shook my head and said I needed to slow down or I’d be passed out soon, to which Maria giggled and asked, “Isn’t that the point?”

I think the guys at the table were disappointed they wouldn’t be able to see me bury my face into another woman’s chest again, but Maria quickly made up for that by offering her “Tits” up for anyone that wanted a lick.

The waiter quickly brought some drinks and some shots back with him, and the guys jockeyed to be in the front of the line to lick at Maria’s breasts and make out with her for the lime. She enjoyed each shot more then the last, and as the final guy was working his tongue in and out of her mouth she was grabbing at his crotch.

“How about we move it on the dance floor?” I asked suddenly. I didn’t mind Burt using Maria’s body. It was just that I didn’t want to see all of the slimy details of it.

“Oh yeah, alright.” Maria replied once she had her tongue back in her own mouth.

Maria and I stood up and head out for the dance floor, swaying as we went. A few of the guys from the table followed us out. I began moving with the music as did Maria. I had to give Burt credit, for using someone else’s body and being half drunk he did handle Maria’s body really well. I had seen her dance before and it was never that good, but tonight was different.

We danced on the floor for a few songs while the guys either watched or tried to dance by us poorly. The next song Maria started grinding up against me. I laughed and started to wiggle back against her. I felt her hands roaming around my body as we moved in time with the music. She teased one of my jean-clad thighs with one hand as she just glanced over my left breast with her other. I could smell her perfume as she danced behind me. I realized that she smelled good. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back, and her legs would occasionally touch mine with her smooth skin.

I could feel my arousal building, and knew that I needed to get away from this situation before I gave into anything and did something I would regret.

“I’m thirsty!” I said loudly so that Maria could hear me over the music. She bobbed her head up and down and we headed back to the table the guys were at.

I sat down on the far side of the table, and Maria sat down right in between some of the guys opposite me. I took a quick drink of my sprite and vodka, noting that I wasn’t quite buzzed yet, but hoping to get there soon. Maria on the other hand, tipped her beer back and chugged the remainder of the bottle, much to the delight of the men around us.

She slammed the bottle down on the table and then got a strange look on her face for a moment before letting out a very audible, “PFFFFFFFFFFT.” She seemed very pleased with herself as she smiled and held up a hand for a high five from the guy sitting next to her. He slowly held up his hand for her high five, unsure of what to do and looking around with wide eyes.

“Did you just fart? I can’t believe that.” The guy across from her asked in amazement.

“Yeah, not bad, huh? Especially considering I’m wearing dis thong, and I had ta really squeeze ma ass cheeks together ta get some decent sound,” Maria replied, sounding quite satisfied with herself.

About half the guys at the table got looks of disgust on their faces, while the other half openly laughed. At that point Maria grabbed another beer bottle from off the table that was a little over half full and chugged that one down as well. The actual owner of that beer looked at her crossly, but she happily ignored him.

Suddenly she stood up and declared, “Welp, I have ta piss. Ya know what dey say about beer, ya only rent it.”

She stumbled at bit as she began to make her way to the bathroom. I looked around the group of men with raised eyebrows and said, “Well, I should probably go powder my nose too. Sorry about all of that, she’s been acting odd all night,” and I gave them a shrug as I stood up and followed after Maria.

I got to the ladies room just in time to see Maria push her way into an empty stall and drop to her knees in front of the toilet.

Then she puked.

I was going to try and grab her hair and hold it back, but it was too late. She had already gotten some in it. She puked again, and I closed the door to the toilet stall to keep unwanted onlookers from gawking at us.

“Are you ok?” I asked quietly.

Maria pulled her head out of the bowl and laid it on the right side of the toilet seat and looked up at me then said, “She was drinking before I got in her. I probably should have taken it a bit easier on the alcohol. It all seems to have hit me at once.”

I pulled some toilet paper off the roll and offered it to her so she could clean herself up. She looked at me strangely for a second and asked, “What’s that for?”

“Well, I figured we would get you cleaned up before we head out.” I replied.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it,” She said with a smile.

She then started to shake and looked almost like she was going to puke again. In fact for a few seconds I thought she was puking, but then I realized it was just Burt leaving her body. The mucus like substance that was Burt flowed out of Maria’s eyes, nose, ears, skin, and who knows where else. It started to collect itself on the floor in front of the toilet.

The stall was not that large, so I took half a step back and felt the door of the stall behind me. There wasn’t a lot of room to begin with, and now we had three people in here.

In a few moments the goo solidified into a person. It was Burt. I had never seen him as… him. He wasn’t much taller then me, which surprised me. I don’t know why I guess, I just always thought he would be taller. He had large brown eyes, a broad nose, and his large chin had some two day old stubble on it. His hair was a dark brown and quite disheveled. I didn’t think it had even been combed in quite some time. He was also portly. I mean, he wasn’t fat, but he definitely had some girth. And he was naked. I couldn’t help but look him up and down as I was surprised to see him in his real form. And when I looked down, there it was. He wasn’t that well endowed. Well, at least from what I could see sticking out from his scruffy patch of pubic hair. Although, to be fair, it must have been pretty cold standing there on the tile barefoot with no clothes.

“Oh, Burt. Uh, I didn’t expect this. Did you want me to go and get you a body? I don’t think you can just strut out of here with no clothes.” I said as I tried to push even further back against the door. His stomach pouch was almost touching me in the close quarters of the small bathroom stall.

“No, that’s ok. I can handle getting a body all on my own, thank you,” He said with a smile.

My breath quickened as I thought to myself, Val, that almost looks like an evil smile.

Suddenly Burt’s hands reached forward and grabbed my exposed arms by my elbows. My head shot down to see them begin to alter once more and start to flow into my skin. I looked back up into his eyes. I’m not sure what he saw more on my face, fear or a pleading look hoping he wouldn’t do this.

“Burt… What are you doing? Please… No…” I said. I wanted to say more, but it was getting difficult.

I knew this feeling all to well from Brian when he mounted me. The only difference was it didn’t feel… icky… I guess, when he did it.

I watched as Burt disappeared from my sight and turned into primarily ooze and continued to flow into my skin. I started to loose sense of myself. I couldn’t feel my toes being pinched in the straps of my heeled sandals anymore. I couldn’t feel my tight jeans on my legs. I lost the sensation of my pussy and the constrictive feel of my jeans shaping my hips and butt. I don’t know why but at that point a thought flashed across my mind, Well, I hope he doesn’t have too much fun with my stolen pussy. I was upset about all this. Burt was my friend. Why was he mounting me? He had the whole bar to choice from. At the same time, I knew that it was going to happen at this point, and I had resigned myself to admitting I was going to loose my body for a short time. I tried to raise my arms, and bring my hands to my face, but they didn’t want to respond right away. They were sluggish in going up, as if they were already giving up on me, their proper owner. I felt a tingling sensation sweep across my chest.

Like being filled with warm water I thought. The tingly and filling sensation reached my neck, and that thought was my last. I blacked out, almost welcoming my unconsciousness rather then have to worry about what Burt was going to do with my body while it was under his command. Or even worse, be forced to watch it happen first hand but not be able to do anything about it, like when Brian would “wake me up” after hopping me. I didn’t mind Brian doing it, but I had a feeling I didn’t want to know what Burt was going to do with me.

Valerie’s body slowly slide down the door and into a heap on the floor beside Maria’s unconscious form. For a few moments they lay their looking to the world like two regular sleeping girls in the most awkward of places.

Then, Valerie’s pretty eyes fluttered back open. She got a smile on her face not entirely unlike the small evil smile that was just on Burt’s face. Of course, why would it be a different smile? After all, it was still his, just hiding behind the beauty of a new face.

Valerie worked her legs underneath herself and slowly stood up before turning around and opening the small door to the toilet stall. She left the stall without even giving Maria’s body a glance. It was of no more use to the body hopper now inside her, so why would he care to check on his previous mount?

Valerie made one quick stop at the mirror and turned her pretty face left and right looking in the mirror. Of course, instead of her lovely visage staring back at her, it was Burt’s face. She used both hands to cup her breasts, and then ran them up to tease her hair. After that she used her left hand to lightly run her fingers up a thigh, over her jean covered love mount, and up to her belly button before smiling and saying, “Heh. Valerie, you are such a damned little hottie. You should have known I couldn’t resist taking a spin in you. I’ll try to be good, but you know how it goes sometimes.”

And with that she spun on her heeled feet and confidently walked out of the ladies room.

[xorg]

Chapter 25 Interlude - One Night Stand

It was late Friday night, and I was waiting for my friend Brian. He was supposed to meet me here forty five minutes ago, and to be honest, I was starting to get pissed about being blown off. We used to be tight, but lately he had been hanging out with his new girlfriend and some other guy. I didn’t know what to make of it, but he was a pretty good friend, and we had known each other since before high school, so I didn’t just want to give up on him.

I ordered another beer from the bartender, and told myself I’d give him another fifteen minutes. She was a hot blonde with huge cans. I was tipping her pretty well so far, and so I got a big smile from her as she set the bottle down on the bar in front of me and popped the cap off.

I left some money on the bar and turned to look around the bar again. I still didn’t see my friend, so I went back to watching a red headed girl who was surrounded by men out on the edge of the dance floor. She was simply amazing. Her long red hair was slightly curly, and flowed down over her shoulders to her mid back. She had an impressive figure. Her breasts weren’t huge, but then again, she wasn’t a very big girl. She was also dressed to impress as well. She wore a small black tank top and matching flowing cotton skirt. Her impressive legs were almost entirely on display, and she was wearing what had to be five inch heels. But the real icing on the cake, and what seemed to be drawing every man in the bar over to her was the small nose ring. It practically screamed out, “I’m not the girl you bring home to mom, but if you have me for a night I’ll blow your mind.”

She soon walked out of the group of men. I watched her walk away, hypnotized by the sway of her ass, and the swish of her short skirt. She turned into the woman’s bathroom, and suddenly my trance was broken. I looked around again for Brian, and took another long pull on my beer. I checked my cell phone for any missed calls, and when I didn’t see any, I gave his number another call. It rang a few times, and then I left a voice mail message.

“Brian? Where are you man? I’ve been waiting her for almost an hour? You’ve been kinda flakey lately man, is everything ok? Give me a call, ok?” And then I flipped my phone closed.

I took another long pull out of my bottle of beer, and looked over towards the front door, wondering if I should just head out and try and catch up with some of my other friends. I suddenly felt someone brush up against my shoulder. I turned, thinking it may be Brian, and he had come in from the back door.

To my surprise, it was the hot red head. She was facing the bar, trying to flag down the bartender. I’m not sure if the blonde bartender had some jealousy thing going on or not, but she was almost trying to ignore the red head. I held up one of my arms and waved the bartender down. She couldn’t pretend to ignore me, so she quickly headed over to me, but this time without her smile.

“Whatcha need?” She asked.

“One of whatever the girl is drinking.” I replied.

The bartender gave the competition a sour look as the red headed woman said, “I’d kill for a lite beer.”

The bartender nodded, grabbed a beer from the cooler and set it down on the bar. I tossed some more money on the bar, and the blonde bartender quickly grabbed the cash and headed back to the register with it and away from us.

“What’s her problem?” The red headed woman asked me.

“I think she’s jealous of all your attention.” I replied as I looked at the girl.

“Whatever. Thanks for the beer, bud. I owe you one.” The red head said as she turned and leaned back against the bar like I was.

“Don’t mention it. I bet you get guys buying you drinks all the time.” I said to her.

She looked at me oddly for a second, and took a drink from her beer. I returned her look, and suddenly the group of guys from the dance floor headed over to the bar by us.

“Hey, Rachel, I got you a drink. It’s right here.” One of the men told the red head next to me.

I nudged the red headed girl next to me, as she was looking down at herself, and said, “Hey, I think he’s talking to you.”

“Wha? Oh shit! Sorry. Uh, yeah, I don’t really want that one anymore. Sorry. I’m more in the mood for a beer.” The red head replied to her would be suitor.

The man gave her a strange look, and then said, “Well what do you want me to do with this?”

The red head shrugged and I before this could go any further I said to the guy, “Hey, why don’t you try to pawn it off on some other girl. There are plenty of them here.”

The man scowled at me, but eventually all the guys that were standing there headed off for other possibly easier targets. The bar had no shortage of attractive women, so I didn’t feel too badly for him.

“Thanks.” The red head said to me.

“No problem. It’s not like I had anything better to do.” I replied to her.

“My name’s Rachel.” She said.

“I’m Dave. Nice to meet you.” I said, and then took a long drink from my beer.

“So whatcha wanna do now?” She asked me nonchalantly.

“Uh… I’m just waiting for my friend,” I replied, thinking to myself that this girl was a bit strange, and then added, “But I think he’s going to blow me off. I’ve been waiting her for almost an hour.”

She gave me another strange look, but then smiled and asked, “Does he blow you off often?”

“What? No, not like that. I’m not gay or anything. We’re just friends. Well, we used to be best friends, but lately, um, let’s just say he’s going through some stuff.” I replied to her.

“Oh, what stuff?” She asked as she sipped her beer and looked at me with interest.

“I can’t really say, or he’ll kick my ass. But let’s just say he’s got a new girlfriend, and she takes up a lot of his time. Not that I can blame him, she’s freak’n hot. Oh, and he hangs out with this other guy now too who is a bit of an odd ball.”

“Hm. Sounds complicated.” Rachel said as she brushed some hair out of her face and took another drink.

I laughed and replied, “You have no idea how complicated it can get with Brian. But he’s a good shit,” then brought my beer bottle to my lips.

“Well, if he’s blowing you off, why don’t you hang out with me tonight?” Rachel asked as she gave me a seductive smile and licked the top of her beer bottle.

I gulped down the beer that was in my mouth, not missing her innuendo, and could already feel my pants starting to get a bit tighter. When I first got here and saw this red-headed bombshell and the groups of men hitting on her, I didn’t think that I would have stood a chance, but here she was smiling at me and teasing me with her drink. I nodded at her and she leaned in close to me, pressing her tits into my side, and reached up with her thin hands to pull my head down to a level she could whisper in. I didn’t resist.

“Do you have your truck here? I took a cab. I think we should head back to my place, and really get to know each other.” She whispered into my ear.

I nodded, and she tilted her drink up and quickly down the rest of it. I just set my bottle down on the bar and followed her to the nearest exit. We made our way over to my truck, and I unlocked the doors and we both got in. I had no sooner turned the key and backed out of the parking spot then her hand was on my knee. I shifted the truck into first gear, and pulled out onto the street. As I did this she told me her apartment was in Ashton Heights, and how to get there. We were only a few minutes down the road when her hand started to wander up my thigh.

She used her long finger nails to run zigzag patterns on my inner thigh, and it was bringing my dick to life. She slowly continued her hand’s waving path up to my jean encased cock. I sucked in my breath as she worked her nails up and down my shaft through the fabric. She then quickly undid my button, and pulled down my zipper, and pulled the top of my jeans apart. She worked her hand inside my boxers from the fly hole, and I tried to spread my legs the best I could while still being able to drive a manual transmission.

“I love driving stick, don’t you?” She said with a giggle as she ran her fingers up and down my dick.

I could only moan in agreement. She continued rubbing up and down my shaft, and every now and then would run her fingers down and very gently stroke my balls as well. I was so worked up I could hardly see straight, and as I continued to drive I began to miss-shift, and grind gears. Every time I would miss a gear, she would giggle in her soft voice, and give my dick a little squeeze before continuing the hand job.

Suddenly I saw red and blue lights flashing in my mirror.

“Shit! We’re getting pulled over!” I said to her with wide eyes.

I quickly brought the truck to the side of the road, and shut off the engine. Rachel continued to caress my cock, and I had to slap her hands off my crotch so I could stuff myself back in my pants.

“Oh c’mon! I wanna play! It could make the ticket feel better.” She said to me with a big smile.

Suddenly the officer was there tapping on the window. I quickly rolled it down as he looked in the truck at me and Rachel and said curtly, “License and registration.”

I dug my license out of my back pants pocket, which wasn’t easy as I didn’t get a chance to zip up my fly, and didn’t want my raging hard on to pop right out of the hole. I then reached across Rachel’s lap to get my registration from my glove box. As I did she spread her legs, and asked sweetly, “Returning the favor?”

“Not now!” I hissed at her through clenched teeth.

I handed both slips of paper to the officer, and he said, “I’ll be right back.”

As he walked off I turned and looked at Rachel and said, “You need to reel it in a few notches. I don’t need a ticket here.”

She pouted at me. God was she sexy when she pouted.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be good if you promise that we’ll have some good sex when we get to my place. I’m all worked up, and if I don’t get some dick soon, I’m gonna pop!” She replied.

“Are you always this way? I mean I’m going to be honest here, the nose ring screams out I’m a wildcat in the sack, but you are really forward, even for that.” I asked her because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“I’ll be any way you want me to be stud!” She replied, and leaned over into my seat as she started to rub her chest on my arm, and kiss my neck.

“This is what I’m talking about,” I said as I tried to push her back into her seat, “I’ve got a cop that is writing me a ticket right now, and you are still trying to get some. You really need to back it off a notch or two.”

“C’mon baby, just a little finger fucking. My pussy is all soppy and wet just waiting for you.” She replied, and continued to grab at my arm.

“No!” I said a little loudly.

“No what Mr. Drewber?” I suddenly heard the police officer ask from the window.

I stopped fighting with Rachel, and looked over at the policeman holding my license and registration. He looked at me, then at Rachel, then back to me.

“Ah, nothing officer.” I replied.

“Do you know why I pulled you over today Mr. Drewber?” the officer asked.

“No sir.” I replied honestly. I actually didn’t know which part of my driving had gotten me pulled over…

“You were swerving all over the road, and I heard you grinding the gears in your truck. I thought you might be drunk Mr. Drewber.” The policeman said.

“I might have had a little to do with that officer, I was giving him a hand jo…” Rachel started to say before I quickly put one of my hands over her mouth.

“Heh. She’s a kidder, this one. Heh. Honestly, officer, I haven’t had much to drink, but she has, and I’m just trying to get her home safely. She got a little rambunctious in the truck, and it distracted me. I’m very sorry.” I told the cop that was staring me down.

Suddenly one of my fingers slipped inside of Rachel’s mouth, and she began to suck on it, and moan like a whore in heat. I quickly yanked my hand back as she smiled at the officer and said, “I can be really distracting. Do you want me to show you?”

The policeman handed me back my license and registration and said, “Why don’t you two take it to a hotel or something, and off the streets? Don’t let me catch you out here again tonight, or I will give you a ticket for reckless driving.”

“Absolutely officer. We’re going to her place right now officer.” I said as I nodded profusely.

He turned and started to walk back to his car and I heard him mutter under his breath, “Why can’t I ever find the women that want to do that?”

I quickly started up my truck, and headed out before the officer had a chance to change his mind. As soon as we were around the corner Rachel was back to rubbing my cock through my jeans, and despite me trying to knee her arms away, and push her hands off, she wouldn’t leave me alone. Luckily it was only a few blocks to her apartment, and I found a spot to park the car quickly.

I got out of the truck and walked around to open the door for her. As I did she swung both her legs out of the door, and spread them widely to get out of the truck. Because my truck was jacked up a bit, I didn’t have to look down much to see her lacey black panties as her short skirt slid up her widely spread legs.

“See anything you like?” She asked, and my eyes darted back up to her face.

“Uh, yeah, Plenty. Let’s get up to your apartment, first.” I said, still a bit worked up about being pulled over.

She stood up, and walked onto the side walk that led down to her apartment. I closed the car door, and turned to see her smiling at me.

“I think you should unwrap your present here!” She said, and undid the small zipper on the back of her short skirt. She then wiggled her hips, and her skirt fell to the ground in a puddle around her legs.

“Rachel! What are you doing?” I hissed at her, “Which one is your place?”

She got a thoughtful look for a moment, and the declared “That one,” and pointed to a small first floor apartment, and then started walking towards the door.

I went to where she was standing, and picked up her skirt that she had left on the ground, and when I looked up, I saw she had pulled her shirt off as well, and tossed it into the bushes beside the front door while giggling. She then dug through her small purse until she produced a key, and used it to open the front door.

I quickly headed over to the door before it closed, and while holding it open with my foot, retrieved her shirt from the bushes. I then walked inside her apartment to find her bra lying on the floor just inside the door. I dropped the rest of the clothes that I had carried in for her on a small chair by the door.

“Rachel?” I called out wondering where she had disappeared to.

“In here!” I heard her reply from around a corner.

I walked towards the sound of her voice, and found her standing in her kitchen, bent over leaning into the refrigerator, wearing just her panties and her high heels. As I approached her, she stepped back and closed the door. She was holding a beer bottle in each hand, and her nipples were jutting out of her pert breasts. She held the beers to her sides, and did a quick pose for me, letting me admire the sexy lines that worked together to give her body its amazing shape. She then held the two bottles out for me. I grabbed them both, opened them, and handed one back to her.

Before she took the bottle back, though, she hooked her thumbs in either side of her panties and while wiggling her hips, lowered them half way down her legs. She then stood back up, took the beer, and let her last article of clothing fall to the ground. She calmly and unabashedly walked back into the living room, leaving me to follow behind her while checking out her behind.

She sat down on the couch, and patted the seat next to her. I went to sit down, but she held up a finger.

“No pants. Take off the underwear too!” She said.

I nodded, unhooked the button on my pants (my fly was still unzipped from the truck) and pushed both my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I sat down on the couch, and used my heels to pull of my shoes and then kicked my clothes the rest of the way off. Rachel reached over, grabbed the remote off the coffee table, and turned on the TV. She then handed me the remote and then went right to playing with my dick.

She again ran her nails up and down my thighs, and then stroked my penis with her soft fingers. I quickly came to attention, and she crawled her way onto my lap, and positioned herself to be impaled by my dick. She was facing me, and had her back to the TV. She brought her pussy lips down to the head of my cock, and began rubbing back and forth on it. She was sopping wet, and soon her juices were coating my dick. She reached down with her right hand and positioned me, then slowly slid down onto me.

She had a look of utter rapture as she worked herself down until she was bottomed out on my dick. She smiled and said, “Well, stud, now the fun starts.”

Rachel was tight. She started rocking back and forth at first and then up and down after that. She had her hands on my shoulders, using them to help support and lift herself as she began to increase her pace. Soon she was hammering herself up and down roughly. Her panting was getting louder and louder as she fucked herself with wild abandon on my dick. She suddenly shivered and convulsed against me. I could feel her thighs quivering as she hesitated, my dick buried in her sopping snatch. Her breathing came in ragged gasps. She smiled at me, and slowly raised herself up on my shaft, her thighs still quivering, and started to pick her pace back up again.

“Oh fuck me.” She said, and I set down the remote, and grabbed her tiny waist with both hands, and used them to guide her speed. Soon she was back to pistoning up and down again at full speed as I began lifting my hips to meet her thrusts. She was moaning loudly again, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until both of us came. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she clawed at me. Her eyes were rolling back, and I could feel her pussy clenching at my penis. That was the last bit of stimulation I needed to send me over the edge, and I felt the floodgates open. I pulled her down tight against me, and my dick started spasming, filling her little cunt with my seed.

“Fuck yes! Fill me up with that baby batter!” She called out as my dick continued to throb, and I shot gob after gob of my semen into her.

She let her head fall against my chest as my dick finally stopped its wiggling. I could tell from her pussy still clutching onto it that she didn’t want to be done yet. She held onto my shrinking member as long as she could, and I continued to feel her thighs quiver as aftershocks of her orgasms rocked through her small frame.

Finally, she crawled off of my lap and laid down next to me on the couch with her head on a pillow, and her legs dangling over my lap. She dug under her ass for a moment or two, and came up holding the remote control for the TV. She handed it to me and said weakly, “Pick something that will get you going again.”

I flipped through the channels for a while until I got to some soft core porn channel. Two girls were going at it with some guy, and the plot was non existent. Just the way I liked my porn.

“Two girls huh? Is that what gets you going? Do I need to call a friend?” Rachel asked me.

“Do you have any that would show up in the next half an hour and double up on me?” I asked her jokingly.

“I think I could arrange it.” She replied without missing a beat.

“I was kidding Rachel. I don’t think I could handle another chick that craves dick as badly as you.” I said as I held up my hands in mock surrender.

“Speaking of dick, how are you doing? I’m ready for round two.” She said as normally as if she was commenting on the weather.

“You’re insatiable.” I said with a smile.

“Yup. So are you ready to play hide the salami, or what?” She asked again, this time with a pleading look in her eyes.

I pushed her legs off my lap and stood up. She took that as a sign and stood up next to me. I turned towards her and grabbed her around her thin waist and hoisted her up and onto my shoulders. She squealed as I walked towards her bedroom, and began to kick with her legs and pound on my back with her hands as she called out for me to put her down. I just reached around her legs with one arm to pin her flailing appendages down so I could see where I was going.

I walked down a small hallway, and inside found a cozy bedroom with a wide bed, blue walls, and only the bare minimum of furniture. I dropped her unceremoniously onto her soft bed, and then climbed onto the bed myself. She flipped her long red hair up and back to reveal a large grin on her face, and then launched herself towards me. She wrapped her arms around my chest, and knocked me back onto the bed.

As I laid there on the bed, she shimmied her way down so that her chest was resting on my thighs. I peered down to see her cup both breasts in her hands, and gently press her tits to either side of my dick. She began pumping as her soft flesh cradled my cock. The stimulation of her boobs and the motions she was using quickly brought me to full attention, and she smiled as she looked down at my dick.

“Oh! It’s even bigger then last time. How exciting!” She exclaimed as she clapped her hands together excitedly.

She then wasted no time as she positioned herself to be impaled by my stiff member once again. She slid my dick into her still sopping wet pussy, and let out a low moan of pleasure as she took all of me into her little fuckhole. She used her hands to start grabbing at my chest, and scratching into my skin as she started bobbing up and down on my dick. I responded by lifting my hips to match her thrusts, and reaching around to slap her ass hard with my left hand.

“AH!” She squealed as my hand made a loud smack on her ass cheek. She brought both hands up to her head as she brushed her now wild hair back and out of her face. I could feel her clenching her thighs against me as her eyes started to roll back in her head. Suddenly I felt moisture flood her pussy, and felt her quivering around my shaft. I knew she had just cum, and so I increased the rocking of my hips despite the fact that she had stopped, preoccupied by the orgasm rocketing through her body.

As my thrusting continued her hands came back down to my chest and she began letting out short, hard breaths, like someone had hit her in the stomach. Her eyes locked on to mine, and then they closed as she screamed out, “Oh fuck! Here I go again! oooooOOOOHHHH!”

She suddenly collapsed down against my chest, her breath coming in gasps as she tried to recover from the back to back orgasms. Her arms flopped like a rag doll, and I reached around her and rolled her off to my side and on her back. She was too tired to struggle at all as she was still in the aftershocks of her orgasms, and catching her breath. I rolled over on top of her, spreading her legs, and aiming my still rock hard dick at her dripping slit.

I thrust myself up inside her in one motion, and she let out a quiet murmur of appreciation for the renewed stimulation. I scoped my hands under her back and propped myself over the top of her using my elbows, and began to pound away on her. She moved her arms out to the side, and wrapped her legs around my back as she tried to move with me. I could see her boobs wobbling up and down as my thrusts rocked her up and down on the bed. She reached up to grab my upper arms, and suddenly I heard her say, “Oh fuck me ahhhh eeeeeiiiii!”

For the third time I felt her pussy spasm around my cock, and looked at her face lost in the rapture of another orgasm. I knew I wasn’t far behind, and although Rachel had fallen limp again, I was still humping her for all that I had. My thrusts slowed, but intensified as I knew I was on the edge of orgasm. Rachel’s legs unclasped from behind my back, and she held them out to the side, allowing me to go deeper with my lengthy jabs into her tight little pussy. Her hands went up behind her head, and she braced her body with the headboard of her bed as I gave her everything I had.

She sucked in a deep breath, and her pussy convulsed around my dick, and that was all I needed. I pushed up deep inside her and I could feel the pleasure shoot out through my body from my dick. I pumped her full of my cum like I was empting myself out for the last time. My dick throbbed as she giggled and said, “Oh, OOOHHHH, ooooohhhh. Four at the last second. Holy shit. Four.”

I pulled my right arm out from underneath her, and collapsed to her right side. We both laid there for some time panting and catching our breath before either one of us even moved. Finally she rolled onto her side, and gently ran her fingers down my neck, past my chest, and softly grasped my penis.

“That was one hell of a ride there, you stallion.” She said with a smile.

“I guess it was how hot you made me, because I’m not usually like that.” I replied back to her.

Suddenly she was climbing over me and out of bed. I watched to see what she was up to. She strutted over to a small dresser on the far side of the bedroom and pulled open a drawer, then closed it again. She picked a few of them before she finally found what she was looking for. She pulled out a small white pair of panties, and used them first to wipe up the mess that was leaking out of her snatch, and then gracefully slid them up her legs and into place. Next she found a small tank top in the next drawer down and pulled it on over her head, and then pulled her hair out of the back. She then turned and quickly came back to bed.

“I just can’t stand it when I spend all night naked and leaking. You know?” She tried to explain her actions as she saw me watching her.

“Nope, not really.” I replied.

“Uh. Whatever. Men.” She replied, and crawled under the covers of the bed and then rolled over onto her side with her back towards me.

I followed suit by also getting under the covers of the bed, and rolled onto my side. I tossed on arm over Rachel’s small body, and before I could count to three I heard her breathing slow and deepen, and I knew she was asleep. I didn’t last much longer. We both had quite the workout, and needed to recover some energy.

I woke up to the sun shining in through the only window in Rachel’s small apartment. I slowly rolled onto my back and rubbed my eyes. Looking over at my bed partner, I smiled. She looked so peaceful and sweet. I couldn’t believe that she had picked me, or that she was such a wildcat in the sack. I rolled to face her in the bed, and ran my hand down her side, following the curves of her shapely body. I could see her nipples right through her thin tank top, and they almost looked as if they were sticking out like she was still horny.

Her eyelids fluttered and I could feel her neck muscles tense up. Her eyes slowly opened, and she let out a large yawn as she regained consciousness. I reached up and stroked her hair. She smiled at me as I ran my fingers through her soft red locks behind her head.

“You want some breakfast or anything? I’m not much of a cook, but I could run and grab something and bring it back here.” I asked her as she stretched her arms above her heads and kicked the covers down to the end of the bed.

“You didn’t get me breakfast the last time I sexed you up. Was I that much better?” She asked me as she yawned again.

“What…?” I asked as I paused, thinking back over my various partners and nights where I might have been to drunk to remember much, but didn’t come up with anything so I said, “I’ve never had sex with you before Rachel.”

“You’ve never had sex with Rachel before, no, but you’ve had sex with me in Courtney’s body and in Angie’s body, and when I was in Angie’s body you fucked me a few times.” Rachel replied to me.

“Brian!?!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah. I have to admit, I should get and award or something. At first, I thought you realized it was me. I called you bud, and walked right over to you so that I could get a beer, but when I realized you didn’t know it was me, I figured I’d have some fun with it.” Rachel replied as the smile grew on her face.

“You fucker! I can’t believe you’d do that to me!” I complained.

“Do what? Sex you up at a bar? Give you a hand job on the way back to a girl’s apartment? Get you out of a drunk driving ticket? Let you sex me up in a girl’s body? Yeah, I treated you like real shit last night alright.” She said to me.

“Oh fuck you! You pretended to be Rachel. I was having a really good time with her last night and now I find out it was you all along.” I told her.

“Well, sorry to spoil your night so much. I was having fun too. But I guess you can’t have fun with me now? Is it because I have a pussy?” You hate it when I have a pussy?” She asked, and spread her legs to show off her cotton encased love mound.

“No, but I don’t like being tricked by pussy!” I said back to Rachel, who was making it hard to concentrate with her legs spread like that.

“Oh c’mon. It was all in good fun. And you really fucked like a champion last night. I know there was no way that would have happened if you knew it was me in here. It would have been a ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ kinda thing.” She said to me.

I didn’t say anything. I just stared at her crossly. I was pissed about Brian tricking me, but at the same time it was really good sex and he was right about me not performing as well if I would have known it was him. She just laid there staring at me, and then started to rub her inner thighs.

Suddenly Rachel decided to get up and kneel on the bed and looked at me as she said, “I know how I can make it up to you. How about more sex?” She then peeled her shirt up and over her head, letting her tits fall out.

“I don’t think so Brian.” I replied to Rachel.

She spun around and looked over her shoulder as she caught me staring at her ass, and asked, “C’mon. Are you really going to tell me that you don’t want to tap this pussy at least one more time?”

“Brian, seriously. I can’t believe you would trick me like that. I just had my ego deflated to the size of a mustard seed. I thought I picked up a hot chick, only to find out she went home with me because my best friend was in her body.” I told Rachel as she continued to pose for me.

“She wasn’t going home with any guys last night until I mounted her. She’s a huge cock tease, man. I can look through her mind, remember?” Rachel said, as she worked her legs out of her panties, and laid there on the bed naked.

I opened my mouth to say something, but she put a thin finger up to my mouth and said, “I didn’t mean to be malicious. I was just having some fun. I thought you were too. Now I wanna get some more of that award winning sex. If you can deliver the same sex we had last night, I’ll never trick you in a woman’s body ever again. Deal?” She asked me.

I looked over her naked body and had to admit I did want to fuck her again. Rachel pulled her legs up to her chest, letting me see her little twat peeking out between her legs, and said, “You want me on my back, or…” she got up and leaned over grabbing onto her bed post as she looked over her back, “doggie style? I’m ready for anything.”

I grinned and quickly yanked her down onto her hands and knees as I lined up my already hard cock to the entrance of her pussy. “After that show, I think I’ll fuck you from behind. You ready?”

She barely had time to utter “Uh huh,” before I was shoving my dick in her. I didn’t waste any time and quickly built up my rhythm, and Rachel was pushing back on me just as hard as I was railing into her. I had my hands on her waist, directing her thrusts to what I wanted, and I could see her grasping at the white sheets below us as she balled her hands into her small fists as her body tried to deal with the jolts of pleasure shooting out of her pussy and out through her entire body.

Suddenly I had the now familiar feeling of her pussy clutching at my dick, and I knew she was coming. What I didn’t anticipate was the fact that I was so close to coming, and that little bit of stimulation drove me over the edge as well. I pulled her tight to me as I let another load of cum go deep inside her tight pussy. My dick continued to spasm as we both panted to get our breath back.

Rachel slid forward, my rapidly shrinking dick pulling out of her with a sloppy sucking sound, and then she rolled over onto her back and looked at me with a content smile on her face.

“See, that was good. But what we did last night was ten times better. Well, maybe only three times better, because that’s how many more times I came, but you get the point, right?” She asked me.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. You can take over chicks and not let me know.” I replied to her sullenly.

“Hey, if you want me to find some other guy to fuck these chicks I can.” She said to me as she shrugged her cute shoulders.

“No, no. I’m good with it. I just needed that lesson, I guess.” I said as I stood up and started walking towards the bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

“I said I’d get breakfast. Unless you’re gonna bail on Rachel’s body or something.” I asked her.

She was laying on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, playing with her pussy as she looked up at me and said, “Oh, I think I like Rachel. I think I might stay for a few days. Maybe even a week depending on how much I like her. So, I guess I’d like some coffee, black, and maybe some scrambled eggs or a breakfast sandwich or something.”

“I can do that. Back in a few.” I said as I strolled down the hallway looking for my clothes.

I heard her yell over my shoulder, “And Dave, hurry up! I’m fucking horny again!”

I smiled to myself as I wondered what my next few days would be like.

[xorg]

Chapter 26 - Dinner for Two

This is the twenty-sixth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

It had been some time since Burt and I had ditched our cheerleaders. Burt had wanted to stick around the college and watch Nathan for another few days, but said I was free to do whatever I wanted. I decided to bail on college life and see what other trouble I could get into. I made a quick stop at Val’s place to say hi and catch her and Alyssa up on what I had been doing with Burt, and get a good night sleep. Well, ok, it wasn’t that good. Both Valerie and Alyssa both wanted me to perform. I did my best, and by the end of the night they were both satisfied and lightly snoring. I thought maybe the next day I would head out again and maybe find my friend Dave, who I hadn’t seen in a long time.

I had called him on the phone and he had seemed pretty excited to hear from me, so I promised to meet him out at a bar. When I got there I couldn’t help but mount a sexy redhead almost instantly. When I went up to him I soon realized he didn’t realize it was me. We ended up back at my mount, Rachel’s place, and we fucked like bunnies all weekend. I liked Rachel’s body so much that I had stayed in her all week. I had gone to work as her, visited friends and family, and even seen Dave a few more times, which he really seemed to appreciate. I even wrote in Rachel’s diary about how I (as Rachel) was enjoying spending time with Dave. It looked so weird to see my thoughts in her handwriting.

But another week was at an end, and I hadn’t seen Val or Alyssa in almost that long and I wanted to head home and see what they were up to. So Friday night I had asked Dave to bring me some normal clothes and after one more good old fashion fucking I had dismounted Rachel and headed out with Dave in his truck so he could drop me off at Valerie’s on his way home.

I waved to Dave and told him I’d call soon as I headed up the stairs to Val’s apartment. He honked the horn as he drove off. I used the key that Valerie had given me a while back to let myself into the apartment and smiled as I saw the TV on in the living room, meaning someone was home.

I walked through the living room looking for Val or Alyssa until I heard someone in the kitchen. I was pretty sure I smelled someone cooking. I walked around the corner and saw Valerie standing in front of the stove, paying very close attention to the food she was preparing.

“Hey babe!” I said to her as I crossed the kitchen.

I noticed she was only wearing a cooking apron, some white high heels, a white lace thong, and a white lace push up bra. She must have been planning something in case I came home tonight, which was why I always loved coming back to her.

I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her slim midsection underneath the apron, sliding my hands down her sexy little stomach, over her panties and caressed her thighs as I leaned forward and started to give her little kisses from her shoulder up her neck to the bottom of her ear.

Suddenly in a gruff voice I heard, “Oh shit Brian. That feels so damn good.”

“Burt!?!” I exclaimed as I pulled back from Valerie’s soft neck.

Val’s head swiveled around and sure enough, her face was replaced with Burt’s broad features, “Well, technically, I suppose it’s both Val and me here. Technically.”

“Yeah, I suppose it is both of you,” I said in a somewhat dull voice, much of my enthusiasm for my homecoming dashed by the fact that I wouldn’t be talking to my girlfriend until Burt was done with her body.

“You’re just in time. Dinner’s almost done. Where have you been all week?” Burt asked me as he turned daintily on his high heeled feet and reached across the counter top for some spices to put on the food.

“I was in a redhead named Rachel. She was one hell of a ride so I stayed for a while. I met up with my friend Dave and we were… um… well, you know.” I told him, and then asked, “You?”

“Oh, I watched Nathan for a while, but to be honest I’m just not sure about the guy. Who doesn’t want to bodyhop? Different strokes for different folks I guess. I gave him my cell number in case he needed anything, and told him I’d check back in a while. Then I called Val to see what you were up to, because you weren’t answering your cell phone. She told me you left it here, but that she was heading out for some fun. I met up with her at the bar, hopped one of her friends, and got a little too drunk. So I hopped Val here, and I’ve been having a blast ever since.”

“Oh yeah, what have you been up to?” I asked, curiosity creeping into my voice.

“Oh you know, I headed to work and tried out her job for a few days. I hate her boss by the way, what a bitch! I rented some movies and watched them on the big TV. Well, mostly pornos. That TV is so clear. It almost feels like you’re there, you know? Um, what else…I called up an ex boyfriend of Val’s and had him come over and screw me. He wasn’t the best I’ve…” Burt said as he moved the food around with his spatula.

“What!?” I called out.

“I had sex with one of her ex-boyfriends.” Burt said again nonchalantly as he continued to cook.

“Why would you do that Burt?” I asked him in a hurt voice.

“Well, it’s not like you two are exclusive. You were fucking someone else all week. Why shouldn’t I get to screw someone else?” Burt asked in a confused voice.

“It’s not about you, it’s about Valerie.” I told him.

“Right, you two aren’t exclusive. I said that. Plus, I’ve had sex with her before, and you didn’t say anything.” Burt replied.

“That was different. It was another girl, and you were in that girl.” I said crossly.

“I don’t understand.” Burt replied as he held his spatula up in one hand.

“It’s completely different then her getting screwed by some guy!” I said to him, again crossly.

“Not some guy. Her ex-boyfriend. They were together for over a year. It’s not like it’s a big thing.” He again said.

“Yes, it is!” I told Burt.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because… Well… You know, she’s… and the ex-boyfriend… I mean… It’s just different.” I said.

“You mean, you get to screw around but she doesn’t?” He asked.

“No, that’s not it.” I said indignantly.

“Then I don’t get to screw around on you?” Burt asked with a grin.

“No. I definitely don’t care if you have sex with other people.” I said as I waved my hands.

“Then what’s the problem?” Burt asked.

“You inside her, having sex with other guys. That’s what I don’t like.” I told him.

“You have a lot of weird rules, you know that?” Burt said as he squinted at me.

“I’m serious Burt!” I said as I threw my hands in the air.

“I don’t see the difference. Besides, it’s not like Val or I will suddenly start liking her ex again. It was just a booty call. You’re lucky he’s the only guy I had sex with.” Burt said.

“That’s what I’m talking about. I know you. You’ll fuck just about anything. I know Valerie won’t! It’s not fair to her because she can’t decide who you let screw her body.” I told him, trying to explain my point of view.

“You think the girl you shacked up in all week wanted to get plowed by your friend?” Burt asked me in a serious tone.

“No, but she wasn’t my girlfriend, or your friend!” I said.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Burt asked.

“Everything Burt, everything!” I replied and then added, “Valerie and I are your friends. You shouldn’t be having sex with her body unless she says it’s ok. And maybe me too, seeing as she’s my girlfriend. Did you ask her if you could have sex with her body? Did she even say you could hop her?”

Burt didn’t say anything for a few moments, and then asked, “So it’s ok when you hop her and have sex with her body, but not me?”

“I at least ask her. Or I wake her up once I’m inside of her body.” I replied.

Burt turned back towards the stove and poked at the food with his spatula for a few moments and then turned back to me and said, “I don’t think I agree with what you are saying at all. But Valerie is your girlfriend, and you’re my friend, so I guess I can stop having sex with other guys while I’m in her. At least until I’m out of her and I can ask her opinion.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess.” I said dryly as my friend agreed not to cheat on me with my girlfriend’s body.

“Well, I cooked this nice dinner, and I’m not letting it go to waste. Are you hungry?” Burt asked me as he shut the burners off on the stove.

“Actually, I’m starving.” I said as my anger ebbed away and my stomach growled from the smell of Burt’s cooking.

He started to pile the food onto a plate, and then took out a fork and a knife. It really did smell good, and I wondered if it was a recipe that Burt actually knew or if he had stolen it from his mount. He sauntered over to the table and set the plate down in front of me. I reached for the fork and he slapped my hand hard.

“No! I only made one chicken breast so we are going to have to share.” He said as he undid the apron ties behind his sexy back and neck.

I looked up at him and he smiled at me as he reached down and turned the chair I was sitting on so that I was now facing him instead of the table. The whole time he had his pirated cleavage hanging in my face. Burt knew what he was doing, as he let his smooth skin come in contact with mine. I was amazed at how he knew exactly what to do to turn me on, but I suppose he not only had all of his life’s experience as a bodyhopper in women turning people on, but he also had Valerie’s mind working for him and she always seemed to know what would turn me on. He even smelled like Valerie. More then just perfume, he must have been using her scented soaps and the correct shampoos as well.

He straddled my legs and sat down on my lap while facing me. Val’s breasts were right at eye level, and I had to look up slightly to see Burt’s face framed by Valerie’s dark hair, which he had done up quite nicely. I saw him look over to his right and grab the fork. He used the knife to cut a small piece of chicken off and brought the fork with the food back between the two of us as we sat on one chair. He winked at me and then held the piece of food out in front of me, about a half an inch from my mouth. I slowly opened my mouth as I looked at his face, and he gently fed me the chicken, pulling the fork back out after I had closed my mouth around it.

The chicken was hot and moist. It had amazing flavor, and I was hungry from not having a meal in quite some time. As I savored the flavor of the food Burt had given me as I watched him cut a piece of chicken off for himself and put it in his mouth. He then plunged his fork back into a pile of noodles and twirled once, then brought a wiggly mass up to his mouth and gobbled it up, using one of Val’s fingers to wipe away a bit of juice that had been about to drip down his chin. He then sucked on the finger and moaned passionately as he slowly pulled it back out of his ruby red lips.

I gulped my food down after watching the him slowly trace his wet finger down between his cleavage. His hand continued further south until it came to rest on my crotch. He felt my member laying beneath the cloth, starting to come to life as he used Val’s body to tease the appropriate response out of me. He put his heeled feet on the ground and lifted his cute little behind up just high enough to yank my pants down to my knees, along with my underwear.

He lowered himself back down onto my lap, the outside of his lacey panties and hot little pussy mound pressing up against my semi rigid dick. I enjoyed the sensations as he fed me another piece of chicken and a fork full of noodles. He then gave himself a fork full of food and slowly gyrated his hips around in a circle, while I sat underneath him, feeling the lace and skin slowly rub around on my cock.

Needless to say, I was soon hard enough that my dick was straining against his pussy and trim belly. Burt looked down at my throbbing dick and let out a short, gruff giggle.

“Look whose ready to play.” Burt said to me and grabbed the knife.

He brought his hand with the knife lower and lower. My brow furrowed as the knife got closer to both my dick and Val’s pussy. He then grabbed his tiny panties and pulled them away from his body. He slid the knife under one string going around his left side and cut it, then followed suit with the right side. He then slowly pulled the panties out, his eyelids flickering up and down as the silky fabric pulled through his pussy lips and across his stolen clit.

He pulled the destroyed piece of flimsy lingerie up between our faces and I could smell Valerie’s scent on it, telling me that Burt must already be aroused in her body. He tossed it over his back and onto the floor, then lifted himself up and then back down onto my manhood. He let out a long, low sigh as he worked his pussy down my rigid shaft until he was bottomed out and his smooth thighs were back resting on my lap.

I opened my mouth to say something, and I was quickly force fed another piece of chicken to keep me quiet. Burt then gave himself another bite and purred as he pumped up and down on my dick while chewing the food in his mouth.

It was an interesting and amazing experience as Burt continued to feed me and fuck me from my girlfriend’s body. He was slow and methodical the whole time, taking great pleasure in squeezing his pussy muscles together and grasping at my penis whenever possible. Neither one of us got a word out, which Burt made sure of. Whenever I would open my mouth, more food would get jammed into it, and the only time Burt spoke was to mumble unintelligible words as he worked his way up and down on my dick.

I know that he came once in the middle of our meal. He was just putting a piece of chicken into his mouth as he pulled himself almost all the way off my dick and then lowered himself back down the entire length. His petite body shook with orgasmic bliss and I saw his eyes flutter around as he experienced one of Valerie’s most intimate feelings. I felt pussy juices flood out around my cock, and seep down my legs.

Still, he didn’t say anything and continued on feeding me and went right back to slowly fucking me while he was doing it. When we were finished with the chicken and on the last bite of noodles he wrapped them around the fork and put them up to my face, offering them to me. I leaned forward and opened my mouth, about to put them in my mouth when Burt pulled the fork back and quickly stuffed them into his own mouth as he gleefully laughed at the fact that he had tricked me.

“Hey!” I said the first word I had been able to get out in the last forty five minutes of sex and dinner.

Burt’s head just rolled back as Valerie’s dark brown dresses of hair swayed with his movements. But Burt wasn’t the only one that had some insider knowledge of the situation. I knew all of the places that Valerie’s body was ticklish and the best ways to bring her to her squirming knees. I ran my hands down her sides and tickled on either side of her belly. Burt’s head suddenly came forward as he called out, “Hey! No, ha ha ha Stop! Please, stop!”

Burt dropped the fork and wrapped his thin arms around me, hugging me, and squeezing himself to me, as he continued to squirm and beg me to stop ticking him, which felt odd as his pussy spasmed around my penis. I was also enjoying his full breasts in their lacey encasement rubbing against my chest and neck as he wiggled. Finally I stopped the tickling attack and simply grabbed him by the waist and lifted.

My dick came out of his pussy with a sloppy sucking sound, and Burt gingerly stepped back and away from my legs. I took the opportunity to stand up and stretch as my legs had been a locked in that position for quite some time, not that I was complaining.

“You want a beer?” Burt asked as he went over to the fridge and grabbed two bottles.

I nodded and he handed one to me. I easily twisted off the bottle cap as I watched Burt grab a dishtowel and used it to insulate his soft hands from the sharp edges of the cap as he too freed it from the beer bottle.

Burt then walked into the living room and turned on the TV. I followed and stood behind the couch, watching him flip through channels. He sat there completely oblivious to my staring as he spread his legs out and leaned over one pillow, letting me see the glistening skin on his inner thighs and his still sopping pussy.

Finally after almost ten minutes of him flipping through channels he turned and looked at me and asked, “Are you going to sit down, or not?”

“Are you going to stay in her? You’re keeping her for tonight, or what?” I asked plainly as I sucked on my beer.

“I was going to stay in her, yes. I’m not done having fun yet. Are you trying to rush me out of her? I mean if you ask me, ‘Burt please get out of my girl’ I’ll get out of her. Is that what you want? I thought we were having a good time. I know I had fun.” He said with a wink.

“No, I’m not trying to rush you. And dinner was the best I’ve had in months. I was just curious what your plans were I guess.” I replied to him as he looked over at me.

“My plans are to ask my boyfriend to bring me another beer, and maybe the bag of cheese curls from the cupboard. I’m still a bit hungry after only getting to eat half of a chicken breast. Thanks.” Burt replied as he went back to switching through the channels.

I turned and shook my head a little bit as I walked into the kitchen to grab Burt a fresh beer and a bag of snacks. I didn’t quite know what to think of him referring to me as his boyfriend while he was in Valerie, but I guess he was somewhat right. Did that make him my girlfriend? I was attracted to the hot body that he was now attached to, but I was most certainly not attracted at all to his manly face on Valerie’s body. It was something I usually had to over look when the two of us were getting busy. With the way he handled most women’s bodies it was easy to do. He was a master of lust. He could pose, seduce, and fuck better then any real woman I had ever met. Probably due to the fact that he had experience from both sides, and more than likely had been having sex far more often and far longer then most real women.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge and the bag of snacks and walked back out to the living room. I sat down next to him on the couch and handed the bag of cheese curls and then opened the bottle of beer for him and handed it over. He mumbled out a thank you as he finally picked a TV channel. It was some stand up comedian doing some jokes about the difference between men and women. Burt started to laugh, and the longer he listened the more he laughed until finally he was both laughing and snorting. I thought the comedian was funny, but not as funny as Burt. When I heard him laughing and snorting, and couldn’t keep myself from laughing.

As Burt’s belly laughs finally started to die back down he mumbled out, “It’s so true! All of it is so true.”

I don’t know why, but right at that moment a strange thought popped into my head, and I looked over at Burt and asked in a worried tone, “Burt, where’s Alyssa?”

“Huh?” He asked, not taking his eyes off the TV.

“Where is Alyssa? I thought she would be here.” I asked again, uncertain what would come out of his mouth. I thought I knew Burt pretty well, but it seemed he could always surprise me with something new, like having sex with another man while wearing my girlfriend’s body.

“Oh yeah, Alyssa. She flew home. Some kind of thing with her family. I don’t know. She left before I hopped Valerie, so I only know what she knows. I think she said she would be back soon, if I’m getting the right memory out of Val’s head.” Burt replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Maybe I should give her a call.” I said as I got up from the couch and went to find my phone.

Burt mumbled something again, and then grabbed the bag of cheese curls, pulled out a hand full and proceeded to shove a pile of them in his mouth.

I grabbed my phone off a small table where I had left it when I went out to meet up with Dave, and brought up my list of phone numbers. I selected Alyssa’s number and stabbed the send button. It rang for a while and then went to voicemail. “Hey this is Alyssa, I missed you. Let me know what you want, and maybe I’ll call you back. – BEEP!”

“Hey Alyssa. This is Brian. I’m back at the apartment and… uh… Valerie said you had a family thing going on. I hope you are having a good time. Keep in touch. Bye.” I said into the phone and then hung up.

I put the phone down and walked back over to the couch where Burt was lounging. I looked down to see him take one of his cheesy hands and rub his fingers off on Valerie’s white lacey bra before grabbing his beer and taking another big drink. I looked at the bright orange stripes from his greasy paw and couldn’t help but laugh. I figured Valerie would be pissed, but the situation was just too funny when I saw it in person.

Burt took another big drink of beer and then looked at me, “I’m gonna head for bed. I’ve got to work in the morning. You coming? I wouldn’t mind a little sex before shutting off the lights.”

I nodded, and decided it was probably either me getting lucky with Burt or Valerie’s vibrator. I didn’t hate her vibrator, as it had also given me many nights of pleasure, but at the same point in time I didn’t owe it anything either.

Burt got up off the couch and walked into the bedroom, leaving the beer bottles laying out, the bag of chips open, and the TV on. I grabbed the remote and shut the TV off, and at least rolled the open side of the bag under itself, and then shut the lights off as I followed him to bed.

As I passed the cheesy stained bra on the floor I wondered what he had in store for me tonight.

[xorg]

Chapter 27 - Tougher Times

This is the twenty-seventh story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

Iwas sitting on the couch watching a news broadcast when Burt came walking out of the bedroom. He had borrowed yet another set of clothing from me, and it was odd to see him in his normal form instead of just seeing his face perched on top of an attractive woman’s body. Most recently he had taken residence inside of my girlfriend Valerie’s body. Apparently he had grown bored and was ready to head out in search of a new adventure. He grunted in acknowledgement of me as he walked by into the kitchen and I could hear him rummaging through the cupboards as he dug out some breakfast. After about ten minutes he flopped down onto the couch beside me and started to shovel cereal into his mouth.

“No eggs benedict this morning?” I asked as I shot him a sidelong glance.

“I only cook in heels,” He replied with a shrug, “Personal principle.”

“I see,” I replied and went back to watching my show.

Burt ate another three bowls of cereal over the next forty-five minute span, and then left the bowl on the small table next to the armrest of the couch. It triggered me to look around the living room and see the state that we had left Valerie’s apartment in for the last several days while Burt was in control of Val’s body. It looked and smelled like a bachelor pad. We had piles of beer cans, open bags of chips, and unwashed plates piled everywhere, and the apartment had the scent of sex musk hanging heavy in the air. I knew Valerie liked to keep her place clean, and so something in the back of my mind prompted me to get up and start cleaning the apartment. I grabbed the bowls and plates and stacked them next to the sink, then went back out into the living room with a garbage bag and began picking up the beer cans and random trash. I grabbed some cleaning supplies from the closet where Valerie had them stashed and started to really get into making the place less of a disaster. Burt occasionally looked over at me, but never left the couch. He did manage to lift his legs as I ran the vacuum cleaner across the floor in front of the couch. After that I lit a few candles and headed into the kitchen to take care of the mountain of dirty dishes. Only a few plates into the mess I was suddenly startled by a yell coming from the living room.

I quickly wiped the soap from my hands and trotted into the room to see Valerie standing by her bedroom door in a cotton robe pointing an accusatory finger at him. Burt was holding his hands up in mock surrender as I asked, “What’s going on?”

“Burt! How could you? I thought we were friends!” Valerie ignored me, “I can’t believe you took over my body last night! What else happened at the bar that I don’t remember?”

“Um, I don’t really remember what all happened at the bar, after I hopped you, I got a bit tipsy and plus it was almost a week ago,” Burt replied with a shrug.

“A WEEK?!” Valerie shouted and then staggered as if she was about to fall down, “What about my life? My job? Why would you stay in me for a week?”

“Well, the sex was good. I can see why Brian likes you so much,” Burt replied as if this was a fairly normal conversation.

“You’re such a dick!” Valerie replied as she reached down to grab a white four inch stiletto and chuck it at Burt’s face.

“Ouch!” Burt whined as he held up his arms, and the shoe bounced off his left elbow, but not before the point of the heel dug into his flesh.

“Val calm…,” I started to say which caused her to glare at me and stop me mid-sentence.

“Did you know about this?” She asked in an icy tone.

“I found out when I came back from my time with Dave. Remember when I called you and said that I was going to spend some time with him in a redhead?” I replied as I slowly walked toward her.

“So how long where you going to just let him run around in my body?” She scowled.

“You know I can’t exactly kick him out or anything. I told him to be good, and tried to keep an eye on you the best I could. I did get him to stop having booty calls with your Ex,” I said as I continued to try and calm her.

Unfortunately, mentioning a booty call with an ex-boyfriend sent her further into the stratosphere. Here gaze went from cold to nuclear as she zeroed in on Burt, “You what?”

“Oh calm down. I didn’t tell him you were getting back together or anything. Just a quick wham, bam, thank you ma’am,” Burt replied, again in a calm voice.

Valerie reached down to the floor and grabbed at whatever was at her feet, presumably to chuck it at Burt again, but she found she was holding a bra that wouldn’t do much damage. She was about to drop it and grab something else when she saw the yellow finger stains on it, “What is all over my good lingerie?”

“Um, cheese stains from some Cheetos, I believe,” Burt replied and when he saw Valerie’s eyes narrow into small slits and he sensed impending doom he quickly added, “But don’t worry, Brian is going to wash all of those, and he’ll get you new ones if the stains don’t come out.”

“What?” I asked as I suddenly felt like I was being dragged into the middle of this argument.

Both of their heads swiveled toward me and then swiveled toward the door as the sound of a key unlocking it and then the door opening distracted everyone for a moment. Alyssa walked in and dropped her purse on the small pedestal Valerie kept next to the door. She let out a sigh and then looked around at the three of us. Her face first went to me, and gave me a weak smile, then to Valerie and whatever form of non-verbal communication women have perfected over the centuries kicked in, and she could tell Val was upset, and then her face went to Burt, which caused her to shrink back as a look of pure terror contorted her pretty face.

“Oh great, another one of my fans just showed up,” Burt said as he rolled his eyes.

Valerie grabbed a vibrator that was laying on an end table within arm’s reach and chucked it at Burt’s head as she called out, “The reason no one likes you is because you’re an asshole!”

This time Burt ducked and the vibrator went sailing over the couch where his head use to be and crashed into the wall, making a fantastically amazing noise as it exploded into pieces, sending parts, batteries, and phallus spiraling in various directions. Alyssa was visually shaken by the fighting, and by Burt sitting calmly on the couch, and so she took the opportunity to dash across the room and into my arms as she clung tightly to my midsection.

“Hey, I had some sex. It’s not like you never have sex! You’re just a hypocrite!” Burt said as he stood up from the couch and for the first time shouted back at Valerie as he lost his cool.

“I’m a hypocrite? You’re the one that weaseled his way into my good graces with that loveable buffoon act, but now I see it’s not an act. You’re an actual buffoon. You don’t even know how to act around people unless they’re just as juvenile as you and that’s why you don’t have any friends! You know why you always keep coming back to hang out with Brian? Because he’s the only one nice enough to put up with you for more than an hour, you pig!” Valerie screamed at him as she grabbed another shoe and pulled back to throw it.

“Fine,” Burt said as he backed away from Valerie and made his way towards the door, “If you feel that way I’ll just leave. But don’t come looking for me to help you out of your boring day to day life, little miss accountant. Eventually even Brian will get sick of how mundane you are, and then you’ll go back to being alone just like before.”

Valerie let out a scream and hurled her shoe at Burt’s face with as much muscle as she could put into her throw, and Burt jumped through the door and pulled it shut behind him, which caused the shoe to make a deafening BOOM on the wooden door as he left. Valerie huffed with anger as Alyssa continued to cling to me tightly and I could feel her hyperventilating as well. I swallowed loudly and then said, “Well, that was a rough way to start the morning. Is everyone okay?”

“What happened?” Alyssa asked quietly as she peered in Val’s direction.

“He fucking body hopped me for a week,” Valerie replied with an uncharacteristic curse word.

“I thought you were okay with being body hopped,” Alyssa questioned.

“I’m okay with Brian body hopping me because I trust him, but with Burt you end up missing an entire week, and wake up dressed like this,” She replied as she pulled open her robe to reveal a leather corset, black leather panties, black sheer stockings, and then over the top of everything a thin chain wrapping around both her shoulders, midsection, in between her legs, and coming to a knot over her stomach where it was pad locked together.

“Oh shit. I didn’t know anything about that. Where the fuck did he even have the chain hid?” I told Val with a sigh.

“I don’t care where he hid the chain; I care where he hid the damn key!” Valerie responded as she flicked the pad lock over her stomach.

Both girls looked at me as I replied, “I didn’t know anything about this. It’s not under your pillow or in a drawer by one of your nightstands?”

“Nope and nope. First places I checked,” She replied with a head shake.

“Sorry Val,” I replied quietly, then said, “I think I’ve got a pair of bolt cutters in the trunk of my car. I’ll go get them.”

“Why do you have bolt cutters in your trunk?” Alyssa asked as I unwrapped her arms from around my waist.

“I don’t ask about your past,” I replied to her with a wink as I left the apartment and headed for my car.

I quickly returned and in short order Val was free once more. She headed into her bedroom to change into some more comfortable clothes. I flopped down on the couch and let out a sigh and Alyssa sat down beside me and laid her head on my shoulder. Val came out and glanced at the two of us on her way through the room, and she reappeared shortly after and sat down on the chair and asked, “So how was your trip to see your family?”

“Horrible. My father is in the hospital, and his insurance just dropped him. My mother doesn’t make enough money to pay for the bill, and he needs surgery to fix the actual problem, but they have no idea how they are going to pay for that. I gave them as much as I could spare from my account but I’m still short a lot,” Alyssa replied as she sighed and leaned further into me.

“Oh no,” Valerie said with wide eyes as her shoulders slumped.

“I’ve got a bit of money in the bank, and if it will help I can sell my car,” I replied to her as I gave Valerie a sidelong glance.

“You’d do that Brian?” Alyssa asked me as she sat up and shot me a questioning look.

“Sure, why not? I don’t really pay rent, or need to drive to a job, so it’s not like I need any of that money, and if I do I can get it somewhere,” I said with a shrug.

“Speaking of a job, I think I’m going to run into work and see if there is anything horrid that Burt did while in my body at my office. I’d rather go in on the weekend and see if I’ve been fired than walk in Monday morning and get laughed out of the building,” Valerie interjected as she slipped a pair of walking shoes on and headed to the door.

I then realized that there was still a pile of cleaning to do, so I unwrapped Alyssa’s arms and got back to the dishes. By the time I was done Alyssa had started the laundry and I had moved on to other tasks. We cleaned for a few hours and once the place was spick and span again, we dropped back down on the couch and turned the TV on. Alyssa was again leaning on me, and I have to admit that I enjoyed the way her long blonde hair tickled against my skin and the soft smell of her shampoo. I couldn’t help but remember the time I had spent in her, and wondered if she would ever be comfortable enough to let me borrow her body again. I also wondered what Burt was doing. I did feel bad for him. I don’t think he meant to cause Valerie any problems, but there were just times where he could get a bit carried away and he never seemed to be able to reel himself back in.

Valerie calmly walked back in the door sometime later that night and when I asked her about her job she just shrugged and replied, “So far so good,”

She wrapped her arms around Alyssa as she sat on the couch and let out a long sigh, “Well, apparently it’s been quite the week for me, so I think I’m going to head to bed.”

“I could use a good night’s sleep as well. I have to find a job in the morning.” Alyssa added and then the two of them got up and gave me a questioning look back as they got to the bedroom door. I nodded and followed afterwards as I stabbed the off button on the TV remote.

The next day Dave stopped by with a case of beer and a few bags of chips under the guise of watching the football game. As I watched his eyes stay glued to Alyssa’s tits and Valerie’s ass whenever one of them reached for chips, or got up to grab something I think the football game was just an excuse to come over and drool at my roommates. I just smiled and sipped on my cold beer as I enjoyed the company of my friends while at the same time wondering what Burt was doing.

“Touchdown!” Alyssa’s yell snapped my attention back to the game, and the caused me to smile again as Dave’s eyes became riveted to Alyssa’s breasts as they pressed out against her small pink tank top while she raised her hands in a victory vee.

“No sweetie, that’s a field goal,” I corrected her.

She dropped her arms back down and gave me a pout as she asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, pretty sure,”

“Dave, is he messing with me?” She asked as she turned her big baby blue eyes towards him and then also leaned forward, making her impressive rack seem even larger.

“Uh…” Dave replied using all of his rapier sharp wit as his eyes never left Alyssa’s chest, “I think… that was…”

“So that’s two points?” Valerie interrupted as she gave the TV a questioning look, “and why didn’t the one team get a penalty for those guys that ran around the outside and shoved those other guys down?”

“Three points for a field goal, and they didn’t get a penalty because the linebackers can shove the defensive linemen like that to get by them. They just can’t grab the jersey’s and pull them.” I replied to Val’s question.

“This is a silly game,” Alyssa stated as she rolled her eyes.

“I agree. It doesn’t make any sense,” Valerie added as she stood and stretched, “I don’t understand why guys watch it.”

“Or talk about it all the time. Or even worse, the glory days from when they use to play in high school,” Alyssa said with a giggle.

“I think because it stimulates our need for conquering and battling,” I replied as I set my empty beer can down on the coffee table.

“Whatever,” Alyssa replied with a shrug and then picked up my empty can as she asked, “You want another one?”

“Sure,” I replied and Dave quickly chugged the rest of his and held up his empty as well, which Alyssa gracefully took from him and then sashayed her way out of the living room and into the kitchen.

“I don’t really care what they know or don’t know about football. This is the best game I’ve watched all season and I don’t know whose playing. You’re the luckiest bastard I know Brian. I’d pay to have a hot chick sit around and watch a football game with me,” Dave told me and then after a short pause added, “Along with grabbing some beers from time to time.”

“Hmm,” I replied to him as the gears in my head suddenly started churning.

Alyssa soon came back with two more beers and after handing one to me sat down in Dave’s lap and popped open his can for him and then brought it to his lips. She lifted a bit faster than he could drink and some of the beer ended up down on her pink tank top. She mock pouted at Dave and then said, “Oh no! You made me all wet!”

“Alyssa, you naughty little flirt you! Don’t make me drag you into the bedroom and whip you!” Valerie said with a wink.

Dave’s eyes were almost popping out of his head at this point in time, and so I rolled my eyes and said “Easy buddy, you’ve got to relax.”

Alyssa’s hand went down to his crotch and then she giggled as she said, “There’s nothing relaxed in his jeans!”

“Best. Football Game. Ever.” He replied to me as I gave him a weak smile and then suddenly my idea struck full force.

“Hey Dave, remember a little while ago when you said you’d pay to have Alyssa bring you beer during a football game?”

“Yeah,” he replied as he smiled at Alyssa, who flicked his nose with a finger while smiling back at him.

“How much?”

“Huh?” Dave replied as he again got distracted by Alyssa’s cleavage.

“I’m serious! If Alyssa knew all about the game, came over to your house, maybe dressed in your teams jersey and nothing else, and then fed you beer and laughed at all your dumb jokes, how much would you pay?” I asked him.

“Uh, I don’t know. Probably fifty bucks an hour or something. More if she’s topless,” He replied to me and then looked at her straight in the eyes and said, “I really like your boobies.”

“Oh, well aren’t you a charmer!” She replied as she rolled her eyes.

“She doesn’t know about the game though Brian,” Val was quick to point out.

“I know, but I know all about the game. Plus I have a fair amount of contacts from old life that much like Dave would probably pay good money for Alyssa to shower them with attention,” I replied to her.

“So you’re saying you’d hop her, and then go and work as a private stripper for horny guys that like football?” Val questioned.

When I nodded she shook her head, “Brian why would she want to get back into stripping? She needs something that is going to be more stable. She needs a real job.”

“What else can I do Val? I need money now. I can’t go back to the club because I know Chet will find me again, and I don’t have any experience doing anything else,” Alyssa interjected into the conversation.

“But sweetie, you’re smarter than that,” Val replied back to her.

However Alyssa shook her head and then in a quiet voice said, “I never even got my high school diploma. I dropped out my second year. I’m not smart like you Val.”

For a moment the room went silent as everyone digested the bombshell Alyssa had just dropped until she then said, “Don’t you guys pity me! I’m fine. I just… I need to help out my parents. Then I can look at doing something else. Okay?”

Val and I both nodded and then she asked, “So you think this idea will work Brian? You think we can make some money doing private shows for horny lonely men that like sports?”

“Hey!” Dave whined, but I ignored him and shrugged at Alyssa as I replied, “I think it might. We can try it and see, but you’re gonna have to be okay with me body hopping you. Are you sure you can handle that.”

I could see the fear in her eyes, but also a resolve and before a moment passed she gave me a quick nod.

“Okay, I’ll put out some feelers and I can get us a job for the next game,” I replied as I leaned back into the couch and watched Alyssa squirm happily on top of Dave’s lap, who was happy to have her squirming there. I glanced over at Val and saw her frown, but she quickly covered it with a smile, and so I winked back at her. I decided she was probably worried about Alyssa having to go back to stripping again, but hopefully it would only be short term.