You feel sorry for the kid you’re wearing, but you don’t want to be anywhere close when things blow up. (Especially with Jessica around.) These two are a perfect way to escape, and nobody will be the wiser.
“Someplace else,” you tell Jessica as you release her. “The quicker, the better.”
“And here I thought you wanted to kiss a cheerleader.” She chuckles, flicking Lindsey’s long blonde hair. “Oh well. I always wanted to see how I’d look like a brunette.”
She leaves you stumped, as you never imagined she had these feelings. “Wait, really?”
“In a non-magical way, y’know. But this is close.” She rips off Lindsey’s back, revealing her sweaty and nude flesh, but covers her breasts and turns mid-way. “You’re gonna check on me or are you gonna change?”
Her demand shakes you from your stupor. You check her back, noticing no entry point to your relief. You take off Mikey’s jacket and shirt – well, his – and reveal his slim abdomen. You set aside the chains on his neck when Jessica notices you.
“You know, you’ve got a good eye for clothing. Maybe I should tell him to wear more t-shirts and that jacket – makes him look cuter.”
“Figured I’d choose this if I were to go to a party, not make him look like a dork.”
“Surprising, coming from one.” You drop his jeans and stare at her. “I’m kidding, Babe! Are you really offended for calling you a dork?”
“Not really, but--”
“Just so you know, I prefer dorks like you.” She rubs her finger on Mikey’s chest for one last time. “And I don’t mean Mikey, Dave. I mean you.”
“Well...” You tear the skin off Mikey’s back, pulling it off yourself. “Doesn’t seem like it.”
“I can’t enjoy looking at other guys and think how they’d be if they were more like you?” You know she’s faking her anger, but knowing about the pens makes it a turn-on. “I bet you must be thinking the same when you see the cheerleaders strutting their asses off to everyone.”
“I’m not interested in that,” you say from the back of your teeth.
“Oh, but if I was Sonya Xie, you’d be all over me, aren’t you?” As you squirm, she breaks into laughter so loud that you’re scared everyone outside will hear you. “Oh God, Dave! You’re so easy to rile up!” She comforts you with a peck on your cheek. “Don’t worry. I love you as you are.”
“That’s a relief.” You peel off Mikey’s groin, feeling as your thing (already at full mast) is ripped off. You notice as your boner fades from his and awkwardly grows on yours. “Huh. Seems my thing was being crushed by his.”
“Really? I feel like their cooch digs up in mine. It’s so weird...”
Peeling off the last of Mikey’s skin, you notice as Jessica begins dressing up Lindsey while placing her on the bed. “We’re gonna leave them dressed, right?”
“Of course, Babe! I wanted everyone to see them together – not for them to have sex. If they want to, they’ll have to decide for themselves.”
“So, you’ll help me dress Mikey?”
“Naw.” She grabs the other girl’s skin, admiring it. “Get a move on – there should be more people waiting outside.”
You dress Mikey again, setting him away from Lindsey to avoid a catastrophe while checking nothing is missing. Then, you grab the new guy, admiring him yourself.
You notice how Jessica peeks at him, and you admit he’s got a chance of stealing her from you. He’s taller than you, slim but not lanky. He’s got a mop of black hair that swirls around like porcupine quills at rest, coupled with thick eyebrows and a soul patch. Even deflated, you can see a cocky look in his face.
There’s one thing that you know Jess will be very happy for, though. (And the girl he was fucking, definitely.) The guy’s loaded – easily beating Mikey and definitely beating yours. Even shriveled to its “resting” size, you can see his is long and thick, a big contrast to his almost scrawny look.
You take off his piercings – nose and ears – before even sliding your legs on his. They’re well-toned, with strong calves that feel like gazelle legs. He might not have ripped abs, but he’s about a hundred crunch reps to build one. His arms got some muscle, suggesting he was an athlete that gave up almost at the goal.
Then, you pull off his face to yours, and the scent tells you why. Weed. (Should have figured – he wasn’t surprised to see you enter, and was pretty insistent in seeing you guys doing it.)
You stretch out a bit, only to notice Jessica stretched into the girl. She’s quite thin, accenting what little curves she has. Her breasts are the size of baseballs and she barely has any hips, but her face more than makes up. Her back, the top of her vagina and her neck are full of tattoos, and she has some piercings of her own. You’re unsure how a stoner hooked up with a goth like her (though, judging by her attire, she’s more of a skater girl) but you’ve seen stranger pairings.
And Jessica stares at you gleefully. “Guess you like what you’re seeing,” she says in the girl’s nasal tone, her green eyes hidden between the heavy makeup of her eyelids. “Because I like what I see.”
“That’s the second time you say that,” you point out in disappointment.
“Hey - I couldn’t care for that guy. I only care for you. But if it’s you looking like him? Now that’s different.”
You’re puzzled by her claim, questioning her as you both dress up – you in wide cargo pants and matching jacket over a tight t-shirt, her over baggy jeans and a loose t-shirt over a tighter one with long sleeves. “So that means you don’t find me attractive?”
She grins, the girl’s face amping its mischievousness. “I find both of you different levels of attractive. That guy oozes manliness, but you? You look like the kind of guy that’ll make it in the world – and you’re really handsome.”
“Yeah, but you’re attracted to him.”
“You know the fuck/marry/kill game? He’s the one I wanna fuck, you’re the one I wanna marry. And right now, you’re the guy I wanna fuck and marry.”
You adjust the belt on his pants to hide your grunting. “That’s not very recomforting.”
“If I were to ask you to have sex like this girl, would you do it?”
You grimace, for you immediately identify the landmine. “You’re not gonna like the answer.”
“I know you’d do – if it was me. That doesn’t bother me – because that’s exactly what I’m saying. I wouldn’t do anything with that guy specifically – but if it’s you as him?”
“It still sounds weird.”
“Babe, attraction is more than just looks...! Otherwise, you’d have been fooled by my sister.”
Reminding you of that doesn’t comfort you. But it would feel odd not to ask. “How’s she doing?”
“Pissed. If she knew what we’re doing, she’d be worse. Wish I could discuss this with a psychologist so she’d get the attention she deserves. I tried telling her to find a boy that a gentleman like you but hotter and in her age range.”
“And?”
“She told me to shove it, but Mom listened. Luckily she didn’t believe what Katie said about the pen, but I had to do some damage control. We’re gonna have to keep a closer eye on it.”
“At least Claire hasn’t asked about them.” You slide the guy’s arms on his jacket, adjusting it – and catching another whiff of the scent. “Eugh. By the time I take him off, I’ll be the one smelling like weed.”
“Don’t look a gift-horse in the mouth, babe.” She adjusts the girl’s piercings, making you follow suit. “Keep an eye on the door; we’ll need to leave before the lovebirds wake up.”
“You think they’ll hit it up?” you ask her, surprised by your smooth new voice.
“I dunno. But for Mikey’s sake, I hope they do.”
She needs to do a few final adjustments (thank goodness his sneakers are slip-ons!), so you check the wallet on his back pocket. His driver’s license pegs him as one Ashton Kennedy, and he’s only a couple months older than you. You tap the keys in his pocket, as well as the rolled-up cig on his watch pocket.
“Let’s go.” Jessica grabs the girl’s purse and pushes you towards the door. As you open it, you notice few people paying attention – the charm system working its purpose. You hear two quick clicks before you sense her hand pushing you away. “Done.”
You slam the door without looking back. You’re so stunned by what you’re doing that Jessica herself has to stretch your arm around her – and it seems she’s grown bolder, because she placed your hand on her ass.
--
It takes a while to figure out which is Ashton’s car, but you eventually find an old but well-maintained pick-up in the farthest corner of the street. One of the windows is plastered with a notification – the community had Ashton’s license plate number and would contact police shortly. (So does almost every car lined up on the same street.)
As you open it, you notice the heavy smell of weed, but also the heavy scent of sperm and brine – it seems these two don’t care where they do it. Jessica slips in as soon as you open the door, acting in an unusually flighty mood. “Oh God, that was amazing!”
“I thought it was scary.”
“C’mon, David! No one realized it was us! They were so focused on partying, they didn’t notice we slipped in as Mikey and Kelly, that I switched into Lindsey, and that we slipped out like these guys!”
“Say...” Her summary of your escapade tells you something unusual’s going on. “You said you switched into Lindsey. How did you convince Kelly to help you?”
“That’s a secret – which reminds me, we gotta pass through school for a while. But we’ve got some time to ourselves. You know the hill overlooking Edgefield?”
“Lovers’ Hill?” Just saying the name tells you what Jessica wants to do.
“How about we have some fun with these guys for a while? How about... we lose our virginity together...?”
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