Chapter #11Some flimsy self-justifications by: imaj   “I mean,” says Karl, looking at you with doe eyes, not an effect that you find convincing on Karl’s face. “It’s not really cheating, is it - Karl and Kelsey? We’re already doing it anyway. I’m not Chelsea, so I’m not cheating on Gordon and your not Will so you’re not cheating on… Oh, fuck, sorry. Way to kill the mood Chelsea. Not Chelsea, I mean…”
His rambling is stopped by an effeminate hiccup.
“You’re still her inside, I mean you.”
“Oh that’s so unfair,” interrupts Karl petulantly.
“I mean you’re behaving like you,” you say quickly, holding you hands up in the air to placate him. “I can’t do this like that. If I try and be Kelsey, I see too much of Chelsea in you.”
“And that stuck up cunt hates me,” interrupts Chelsea, repeating herself.
“And if I’m myself,” you say gesturing at Karl. “You’re a guy, and I’m a guy…”
“You don’t look like guy to me,” smirks Karl.
“I’m a guy inside my head,” you explain sharply, leaning forward.
“What if I,” starts Karl before stopping suddenly. He buries his face in his hands. When he lifts his head again, every trace of Chelsea’s personality has slipped away from his face. “I had a really good time tonight Kelsey.”
He leans in close to you, closing his eyes and looking for a kiss. You jerk back nervously and Karl’s eyes flick back open.
“If I’m being Karl you need to be Kelsey,” he whines, the mask slipping for a second. “Fair’s fair.”
You close your own eyes for a moment to centre your thoughts. Kelsey’s memories and feelings slip into place. When you look on Karl again, it is through her eyes.
“Like I said,” says Karl, slipping back into character. “I had a really good time tonight Kelsey.”
Karl leans in for the kiss again and this time, with Kelsey’s emotions to guide you, you meet his lips with your own. It is a weak thing, almost devoid of passion. Even as Kelsey, you are almost disinterested in Karl. He does most of the work, gently exploring your mouth with his tongue. Then he brings a free hand up and starts to gently massage one of your breasts.
Slowly, ever so slowly, you start to warm up. You become more insistent, more energetic, returning Karl’s kiss with interest. Fumbling at your seatbelt, you manage to free yourself and roll over onto Karl, straddling him on the passenger seat. He pushes you back for a moment, breaking the kiss.
You cock your head to the side, unable to think past Kelsey’s burgeoning lust, before diving back in to reconnect. Karl jinks to the side and pushes you back again.
“Not here,” he says, smiling easily. “The gym loft.”
The first thing you think is ‘that would show Chelsea’ before you remember who you really are, and who Karl really is. Not that the realization stops you. You practically drag Karl out the car and lead him away with barely enough presence of mind to shut the door behind you, let alone lock it.
*****
The gym loft, better know to the school as the Fuck Room, is empty when you arrive. Not that either of you would notice, locked in an embrace and slipping your hands underneath each others clothes excitably as you are. Karl manages to get a hand free and feels for the door. He gets it on the third attempt and pushes it closed ineffectually, leaving it swinging ajar.
You start grasping at the buttons on Karl’s shirt, not breaking from the kiss you are sharing for a second, pushing him slowly back to the centre of the room. Karl in turn, lifts at your t-shirt. That forces you lips apart for a moment as it comes away, exposing Kelsey’s smallish breasts to the air.
Smiling, you pull Karl down to the floor, lying down on the old gym mat that has been placed there. He fiddles at the buttons of you jeans, pull them down from your hips. Your panties feel damp as he pries them away from your crotch. In turn, you peel away his thrift store jeans and shorts. His member springs loose.
You feel a moment’s uncertainty, a flash of panic from your real self as you worry about where he’s going to stick that thing. Then, slowly and deliberately, he thrusts inside you.
You squeal involuntarily. The sensation isn’t like anything you’ve ever experience and just as you are trying to work out if you find it pleasurable or not he starts moving again. Slowly at first, building up a rhythm. Karl starts to grind faster and faster and you find yourself bucking in time with him, squealing in time with him. All your doubts are banished. This much better than anything you’ve ever experienced. Admittedly you’ve not experienced much, but the feelings you’re having now are amazing. You feel the pressure building inside yourself, working your way to a crescendo.
And then it stops.
Karl pulls out and away from you, leaving you feeling empty.
“That was different,” he says after a minute of though. He continues obliviously as you sit yourself up and stare daggers at him. “Intense, like everything was centred on my cock. Oh…”
Karl looks sheepish as he catches your eye.
“Well now you know how we feel sometimes,” he says defiantly, slipping back into being Chelsea. He holds your stare for a second before softening. “I promised you a fuck and messed it up didn’t I?”
You tap into Kelsey’s resentment towards Chelsea to try and stay angry because you know, just know, that he’s trying to manipulate you. Karl, maybe realizing that his tricks don’t work as well looking like this, starts to tug at his face. The mask forms out of nothing on his face and comes away easily, his body snapping into Chelsea’s like an elastic band. She slumps prone for a moment, before jerking back to life.
“You want to go again,” she asks, smiling insincerely. “To make up for it?”
“Like that,” you ask incredulously, pointing at her. You’ve lost your hold on Kelsey’s personality in shock at what you’ve just heard.
“Like that,” she confirms.
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