June 13, 1999
I have kept this secret for years. At times it was easy to maintain, at times difficult, but as 45 years approach on this body, I feel I have to tell someone (you will understand later). I decided to post it on an erotic story site. I can say I have had anything but a normal life and a very erotic one at that.
My life as I know it today started almost 27 years ago. It was the day of my 18th birthday, or should I say her 18th birthday. That’s right, both of us had the same birthday.
I was awakened by a female voice saying, “Andy, time to get up, it’s your birthday.” I recognize Tina’s voice, the wife of my best friend, Ned.
As I opened my eyes, I realized I’m not in a room I’m familiar with; for that matter, I’m also not in my body. Somehow, I’m in Andi’s body, the daughter of Tina and Ned. I realized she was calling for her, Andi, not me, Andy.
Tina asks, “Andi, can I come in?”
“Sure, Tina,” I said.
Tina asked, “When did you start calling me Tina?”
I stammered a little. Finally, I said, “Sorry, Mom.”
Tina looked at me very seriously and said, “I have some terrible news. It appears that Andy had a heart attack late last night and died.”
I said, “I thought I heard sirens (this was not true). I guess that was it.” I had lived a street over from where I was now.
Tina asked, “Are you going to be OK?”
I said, “I really liked him.”
“I know.”
“Are you going over to be with Maria?”
“Not right now. She has plenty of family to console her. I plan on taking a casserole over later this afternoon.”
“Mom, can I stay in my room a little longer this morning?’
“Sure, hon, come on down when you’re ready for breakfast.”
I had no idea what to do. My wife, Maria, had just lost her “husband,” but there was nothing I could have done to help. No adult wanted sympathy from a teenager, and I couldn’t tell anybody who I really was. I could have ended up in a mental ward.
This whole thing seemed like a bad episode from the TV show “Quantum Leap.” You know, the show if you are of a certain age. As IMDB says, “a scientist finds himself trapped in the past, “leaping” into the lives of different people, sorting out their problems and changing history in hopes of getting back to his own life in the present.” In my case, I hoped I had only leaped once, but once is enough.
As Tina left, I thought, What was I going to do? This is such a crazy story, nobody is going to believe me. The best I can guess is that when Andy died, we somehow switched bodies. If that was the case, what happened to Andi?
I had bought some time for now. As I got up out of bed, I realized I was wearing a little tank top and loose gym shorts. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but realize how attractive Andi was even as she was getting out of bed. More about that later.
I was almost panicked. I realized that there was so much I needed to know if I decided to try to pull this off. I started going through Andi’s drawers and learned things about her I didn’t know. Apparently, she had some really sexy clothes that I never saw her wear. They were hidden under other clothes and at the back of the drawers.
Andi liked green underwear. That was going to have to change if I stayed in this body. I think nothing looks sexier than a beautiful woman in black underwear. But I wasn’t looking for clothing. I think I remembered her mother telling me that Andi kept a diary.
After what seemed like an eternity, I found her diary. I was able to pry open the lock and started to read it from back to front. Andi wrote in short, incomplete sentences. After a long time, I surmised that her best friend was my daughter Abby (I already knew that). She is or was dating a guy named Jimmy (I had met him), who was somewhat of a jerk to her.
Andi seemed to have a good relationship with her parents, although she felt her mother, Tina, was overbearing. And she was a virgin (if she didn’t lie to her diary).
I gathered up a sweatshirt, underwear, and a pair of shorts. Andi sure wore tiny clothes for her height. She had some thong underwear, but I never understood why something up your ass crack was something you wanted to wear. I’m glad I never wore thong underwear.
There has been research that thongs may cause infections of the vagina or the urinary tract. There are actually a couple of countries that have outlawed the sale of thongs for that very reason. I stumbled my way to the kids’ bathroom. The parents had their bedroom and bathroom on the first floor. Andi’s 16-year-old brother, Ryan, must have been asleep or downstairs.
When I took off the tank top, I couldn’t believe what great breasts I now had. Andi was a gymnast in high school. To be any good, it requires a minimum of body fat. We had gone to a couple of meets Andi had been in, and even though she was a better-than-average athlete, she always had the biggest boobs of any of the girls competing (big boobs are not that common in good women athletes). Boobs are mostly fat in non-lactating women. Where the hell did she get these boobs? She had tan lines that you usually see from a very skimpy top and tiny thong bottoms, which surprised me. Any time Andi was at our pool, she usually wore a one-piece.
The whiteness of her breasts really made them look bigger than they really were, and they were big for such a petite body. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I focused on her breasts in the mirror. Andi had a good C cup, but her nipples were something to behold. They had a puffy quality, so they stuck out more than you would typically see in a C cup. I had only seen nipples like hers in men’s magazines. As I looked down, I could really see how much they stuck out. It really is true that big-boobed women can’t see their feet. I could feel a tingle, which I assumed was my pussy. I think I was getting turned on by this. Over the years, that tingle is usually with me all the time.
I had a friend named Dave who once told me jokingly that it was lucky he wasn’t a woman because he would spend much of his time feeling his breasts. Oh, if Dave could see me now. It was obvious that Andi typically wore a bra because I would have noticed her breasts pointing out more. As I took off the shorts, I noticed she had shaved her pubic area. If she were a virgin, why would she shave the whole area when shaving a bikini line would do? As I stood in front of the mirror, I noticed her clit peaking through her labia. I knew Tina had a large clit, and so it only made sense that Andi would too. More about that later. I gave the clit a quick rub and a remarkable thing happened, the clit got even bigger, I mean really bigger.
Andi had been an athlete most of her life, but I still couldn’t believe what a hard body I was looking at. I found out later that she was also into weightlifting. She was very trim with a very flat stomach, and it looked like you could count her ribs. Because of her thinness, her pubic bone stuck out slightly. The combination of thinness and big boobs was breathtaking. Her ass was small enough that the entire amount could be cupped with her small hands.
As I turned on the water in the shower, I stepped inside. The water slowly began to warm. I found a soap bar and began to lather up. I loved soapy boobs because of my wife. When we were younger, we took lots of showers together. It usually ended up with her turning her back to me and me fucking her with my soapy cock, grabbing her boobs with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other.
As I was massaging my newfound boobs, my nipples began to grow, and I mean grow. They looked like one-inch pencil erasers and really felt good when I rolled them between my fingers. I shampooed my shoulder-length hair and started again with the soap on my new, toned body. When I got to the pubic area, I could feel some stubble. I found a razor that I assumed was Andi’s. I had watched my wife enough to know the routine. I lathered up my armpits and hoped it was a relatively new razor. It was. Next up, the pubic area. I again soaped the area and carefully shaved the bikini line, then the front. I was very careful around the swollen lips. I now realize why Andi shaved her pubic area. The attention to detail of the pubic area was very arousing. So far, so good.
I would be damned if I was going to shave the legs, especially the knees. How the hell can women do this daily or at least several times a week? As I soaped my pubic area one more time after shaving, I decided to play with my newly acquired clit. I pulled up on the skin of the pubic mound and really exposed the clit. My god, it wasn’t only large, but it looked like it had a glans like a cock. That was the moment I started referring to it as “my little cock.”
Later in my life, while doing research, I found that women with very large clits had mothers who had abnormally high testosterone levels. Tina sure looked like it. Andi had clitomegaly, and it is congenital. (More about that later.) I pinched the clit at the base between my fingers like it was a small cock and started to jack off. Something I had done lots of times as Andy. No muscle memory here, but a lot of memories.
When I was younger, dating women whom I thought I might have sex with that night, I would beat off so that if we did have sex, I would last longer. Let’s admit it, if you’re a guy, you beat off. It didn’t take long before a quick orgasm swept over me. As easily as the clit performed, it was obvious that it wasn’t the first orgasm for this body.
I realized that women haven’t been totally honest about explaining how good women’s orgasms are. Although a man’s orgasm is felt all over the body, most of the pleasure is in the cock. The orgasm I just experienced was felt all over, to the point of actually curling my toes. At this point, I realized I had a vagina, and it was contracting from the orgasm. I wondered how much better it might be if I had something up me, but that was for later.
Just then, I was startled by a knock on the door.
“Andi, can you hurry up?” I gotta use the bathroom.” It was Andi’s brother Ryan’s voice.
“Use Mom and Dad’s downstairs.”
“You know how Mom feels about that.”
“Be out in a minute,” I quickly grabbed a towel and dried off, still admiring this beautiful body. I put on the sweatshirt, underwear, and a pair of shorts I had taken with me. As I put on the underwear, I still couldn’t believe how small Andi’s ass was.
As I opened the bathroom door, Ryan was waiting.
“Sorry I took so long, I was lost in thought in the shower.”
“I’ll bet you were,” Ryan said with a smile.
I went back to what was going to be my room till I left home for good. I found a very long handled brush (which seemed kind of odd) and ran it through my auburn hair. I looked into my brown eyes in the mirror and realized Andi wasn’t wearing any makeup. I always thought Andi wore more makeup than she really needed, given her looks. I took my time getting ready to go downstairs.
As I headed for the landing, I took a deep breath. I told myself not to say or do anything that might be out of the ordinary for Andi. Having spent time in the house, I knew my way around. As I approached the kitchen, I could see Tina facing the sink. She turned, and a frown immediately crossed her face. I thought maybe I had already given myself away.
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
“What have I told you about hanging the girls out?”
I realized she was talking about me being braless.
“I just thought since I am 18 now, it would be OK.”
“You may be 18, but your brother is still only 16. Now upstairs you go and take care of it.”
There was so much irony in Tina trying to protect Andi. When I was Andy, Tina and I had an affair that lasted for the better part of a year. It started when we were together with our spouses. If I were in the kitchen alone, Tina would come in, lean over, look at what I was doing, push her massive boobs into my back, and ask if she could help. Tina then started using double entendres, but only when we were alone. I remember one. She asked me if it was hard getting up in the morning. I told her no, she looked down at my crotch and said, “Was it hard in the morning?” Playing along, I said it’s always hard in the morning.
Then one night, Tina was sitting across from me, wearing a dress, when she slightly spread her legs for me. Our spouses were in the kitchen making drinks when she leaned back on the couch, lifted her skirt, spread her legs wide, and said, “Do you like the view?” Several weeks later, both couples were at the lake. While swimming, I tried to pick her up to toss her. She reached back and grabbed my cock. I looked at her and said, “Did you do that on purpose?” She smiled and said, “What do you think, big boy?”
That started the affair. It was mostly about sex. The first time we were alone in her house, she led me into her bedroom and peeled her clothes off in seconds. It had been my experience that the hardest part of starting a sexual relationship was getting the woman’s clothes off, not for Tina.
I couldn’t believe how well-defined her muscles were. Tina was a phys. ed. teacher at the local high school at that time, and later became Andi and Abby’s gymnastics coach. We had foreplay for a couple of minutes (she seemed to have very sensitive nipples). She hopped up on her bed and assumed the doggy position.
She very nonchalantly said, “My pussy isn’t going to fuck itself.” Tina’s pussy was so wet, but as I inserted my very hard cock and started pumping, she moaned, “My god, you’re big.” I reached over and began to play with her clit (I was shocked by the size of it, but nothing the size of Andi’s). Her breathing sounded like a steam locomotive, and I heard sounds from Tina I had never heard from any woman before. She came in a couple of minutes with her pussy contracted on my cock so hard I thought she was going to squeeze it into two. Her arms collapsed with her ass still up in the air. While she was recovering, I asked her if she would like to go again. She told me one was all she could handle.
Tina tried to fuck me every chance she got. We ended the affair when Tina was around six months pregnant. The longer she was pregnant, the hornier she got and the bigger and bigger risks she was willing to take to get fucked. The final straw was over at my house. We were out at our pool, and Tina was wearing a two-piece swimsuit because she was pregnant. She followed me into the house, took off her bottoms, and assumed the doggy position on our couch. There was only a sheer curtain that covered the sliding glass door that led out to the pool. It was possible to see silhouettes through that curtain. I guess the excitement of someone seeing us was a turn-on. The problem was that those people were our spouses. Tina almost yelled at me to fuck her. I fucked her and she came in seconds, collapsing on the couch. I finally got her to put on her bottoms.
That was it. I couldn’t take the chance of getting caught anymore. I told Tina we were done. I really loved my wife, Maria. I avoided being alone with Tina. There was one point late in her pregnancy when I was out in the kitchen with our spouses in the living room. She came in and whispered, “I really need you to fuck me.” I told her absolutely not. That ended our affair. It was sad because of the way her pussy contracted. She was the best fuck I ever had. I think Tina was afraid Andi would learn too soon to enjoy fucking as she did.
I went upstairs to my room, closed the door, and found the drawer where Andi kept her bras. I noticed most of the bras were padded. Why would someone with tits like these wear padded bras? In fact, I didn’t even know young women wore padded bras with boobs like this unless it was a push-up. Then it hit me, the nipples. For one reason or another, she was trying to cover up her nipples. Once away from Tina, I swore I would never wear a padded bra. With tits like this, I wanted everyone looking at my chest. I looked at the tag. 30 C. Well, at least I got the cup size right. I was surprised by the lack of diversity in what I called her ‘non-sexy’ clothes.
I have a feeling Tina went shopping with Andi for Andi’s clothes, and when Andi got a chance, Andi went shopping by herself, hence the hidden sexy clothes. Tina always seemed a little overprotective. I think many parents are with their firstborn. Our daughter Abby was our second and last child, and she was basically “free ranged.” Abby was a good person, but she was a little wild.
As I was about to grab one of Andi’s plain bras, I remembered she was an athlete and must have athletic bras that would hide most of my newly acquired shape. She did, but not in the bra drawer. In a lower drawer in her chest of drawers were her sports clothes: Bras, underwear, athletic shorts, and the like.
As I put my arms and head through the holes, I pulled down while shimming the bra on. I’ll tell you, I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to get it on. Those pointed C cup boobs didn’t want to let the bottom of the bra go down. I hurt my newly acquired boobs. After tugging and shimming, I finally got it mostly in place. I literally had to move the boobs into a comfortable position using my hands. After that, I swore if I stayed in this body, I would never wear a sports bra again. What I didn’t know at the time was that sports bras came in several different types. I eventually found a front-closure sports bra in the drawer, and I usually wore it around the house to keep Tina off my back. I also loved how easily it is to take off. Something I found out later, Jimmy also loved.
I put on my sweatshirt and looked in the mirror. My figure wasn’t nearly as impressive, but that was what Tina wanted.
I made my way back to the kitchen. Tina looked at me and said, “Much better. What’s with the hair?”
“I just washed it. I’m letting it air dry.”
“You know that can damage your hair. Make sure you finish blow-drying it when you finish breakfast.”
By then, Ryan was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for his food. I did a quick look around the table, and from the position of Tina’s coffee cup, I now have a 1-in-2 chance of sitting in the right chair. As I pulled up one of the chairs, I said, “Is it OK if I sit here”?
“Why wouldn’t it be? That’s where you always sit,” Tina said.
“What would you like to eat, birthday girl?” Tina said, looking directly at me. My wife, Maria, stopped making breakfast for the kids around middle school.
I said, “I’ll have what Ryan is having.” She looked me in the eye and said,
“Since when did you start eating eggs?” Damn, another slip-up.
“Now that I’m 18, I thought I would give them another try.” What a dumb answer, but that was the best I could do on the spur of the moment.
“If I fix scrambled eggs, you’d better eat them.”
“No problem.”
“Can I get a cup of coffee?”
“When did you start drinking coffee?”
“Now that I’m 18, I thought I’d try a cup.”
“You’re beating this ‘now that I’m 18’ to death. Do you want anything in it?”
“How about a little creamer?” I think that surprised her.
I watched Ryan gulp down his eggs. Just then, Tina put a plate of scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee in front of me. As I tasted the eggs, I realized these were not the eggs I had come to love in another body. Thank God the coffee tasted the same. Over the years, I have come to realize that one body tastes food differently from another. It was obvious why Andi didn’t like eggs; they almost made me gag. I figured a fast way to find out which foods Andi liked and didn’t like. More about that later.
I barely finished the eggs and excused myself to my room. I ran a brush through my hair again, found her blow dryer on her dresser, and finished drying my hair. But I realized it didn’t look nearly as good as Andi kept it. I was going to have to do something about my hair, and I had a plan. More about that later. I decided to get this strangulation bra off and into something a little more comfortable. I have now realized why many women take off their bras as soon as they get home.
I decided to try one of Andi’s “hidden” bras. I found a really sexy, light-green, see-through. This time, I turned the bra around and fastened the hooks in front of me, turned the bra around again, letting my boobs fall into the cups as I pulled the straps over my shoulders. I assumed that Andi had already adjusted the straps to fit her. The bra felt sexy, but the nipples stuck out. I looked like I was wearing a ’50s bullet bra. I thought the best thing to do was to wear a loose-fitting top. I found a crop top that might work. It barely covered most of my stomach and was loose enough so that it hid my “bullet boobs.”
I felt like going over to Abby’s house to talk to my “best friend.” But first, I had to get past the gatekeeper, Tina. As I walked into the kitchen, I pulled my top away from my boobs. Maybe Tina wouldn’t notice. There was Tina, sitting in a chair, staring into space.
I said, “It’s really hard to believe he’s gone.” Truer words I have never spoken.
She looked up, and I could tell she had been crying. She said, with a crack in her voice, “I’m going to miss him more than you know.” As time went on, I suspected Andi was my daughter. It wasn’t until DNA testing came along that I found out the real truth. Andi was the child of Tina and me. This explained a lot. I was a former D-1 athlete. Even though Tina coached high school athletics, Tina and Ned didn’t seem to have any real athletic ability. And the boobs, all the women on my side of the family had huge boob.
I told Tina I wanted to go to Abby’s and see if I could be some comfort. She looked me up and down and said OK. I guess I passed the tit inspection. I walked briskly over to the house that used to be mine. As I rounded the corner, I noticed several cars out. I told myself there would be several people that I would know well, but Andi would be clueless about. I decided the best strategy would be nod my head and keep my mouth shut. I rang the doorbell, and my (Andy) sister, Peggy, answered. I asked if Abby was there. Peggy showed me in and directed me to Maria.
As I approached Maria, she came toward me with open arms. Maria was a tall woman, at least 5’10”, as was I, who was easily over 6 feet. As I hugged Maria, I realized how much smaller I was than she, now that I was in Andi’s body. I couldn’t be much over 5’4”. Maria practically smothered me with her boobs. She seemed to hold me a little longer than I expected. I really had to work at not grabbing her boobs and pushing my face even farther in.
“I’m really sorry for your loss, Mrs. K.” Andi always called Maria Mrs. K.
Maria thanked me and told me, “What a lousy birthday for Andy and you.” She then asked if I knew everybody, and I smiled and nodded (of course, I knew everybody; they were mostly my relatives). I asked her how Abby was doing. She said I should go up to her room and comfort her. Which I thought was a strange statement. I made my way to Abby’s room, knocked, and told her it was me. She quickly opened her door and dragged me in.
She loudly said, ”They’re all fucking hypocrites, fucking hypocrites.”
“Who?”
“My father’s relatives. They didn’t give a shit about him when he was alive, but now that he’s dead, they act like they actually care about him.”
“Calm down, calm down. Take a breath.” As soon as I said it, I realized it was her father, not her best friend.
“Cut the shit out. You sound like my father.”
“I’m sorry, I just don’t like seeing you like this.”
“You really look like shit, Andi.”
“Why do you say that?” I was trying to get some feedback on what I need to do to look more like Andi.
“For one, what the hell are you doing with your hair?” Second of all, the last time I saw you without makeup was middle school.”
“I just washed my hair and blow-dried it.”
“It looks like it.”
“I was in a hurry, and I just skipped the makeup. I get tired of putting it on every day.” I thought to myself, I really don’t know how women have such attention to detail with makeup.
Abby walked to her bedroom door and locked it. She sat back down on her bed and looked me in the eye and said, “Why don’t you come over here and comfort me?” I sat next to her and gave her a gentle hug. I quickly realized it wasn’t a hug she wanted. Her hand slipped up the bottom of my crop top and grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing the nipple through my bra. This was the moment I realized what a powerful erogenous zone my nipples were. I could actually feel my vagina contracting. I was totally shocked. I had no idea that Andi and Abby were that close. I jumped up and said we shouldn’t be doing this up in her room.
“How many times do you think we have gotten each other off up here with our parents downstairs?”
I said, “I have no idea?”
“Exactly.”
All that time I was home as Abby’s parent, and Andi was upstairs with her, they were doing each other. I couldn’t believe it. In my mind, Abby was still my daughter. I might be found out. If I refused, she might suspect something; if I continued, she might suspect something too. I had no idea how they got each other off. Just then, Abby pulled down her shorts to reveal a black thong. I have to admit she wore it well.
Being a former gymnast, Abby also had a hard body, but taller than Andi. She got up and pushed her pubic mound in my face. I could smell her pussy. I put my hands around her ass and kissed her mound. I guess that really turned her on because the next thing I knew, she pulled off the thong, lay down on the bed on her back, and spread her legs. I quickly noticed she had also shaved her pubic area. When I was their age, I knew of no girl who shaved their cunt. I thought I wanted to be sure what was being asked.
“What do you want?”
“Go down on me, asshole.” Well, that cleared that up. I slowly approached her cunt and began slowly fingering it. Abby was starting to become aroused. My fingers finally touched her clit, and she jumped. I could tell from her hips that she was really into this. Abby grabbed my hand and said, “Cut the shit. You know I like your tongue right there.” Reluctantly, I made slow circles on her clit with my tongue. What I tasted was a little like Maria. I guess that made sense since Abby was Maria’s daughter. Her hips moved even more. I thought I had to quickly get this over with.
I slowly slipped one finger up Abby’s pussy and tried to feel for her G-spot. Abby said that it isn’t deep enough. I decided to go for broke. I curved my now small hand as much as I could and started to stick the entire hand up her pussy. I was licking her clit as fast as I could. With a bit of resistance, the small hand popped inside her pussy. I heard Abby gasp and started to grind down on my hand. Once the hand was up her, I started moving the small fingers to find her G-spot and stroke it. Her pussy was the wettest I have ever felt. She kept grinding her hand, trying to get every feeling she could from the fingers. She had one very long orgasm when she finally stopped moving. Abby was like her mother; one orgasm was all she wanted. Abby was still. I removed my soaked hand and asked her if she was still alive.
“Where the hell did you learn that?”
“You said you wanted me to do you, so I did you.”
I had started to go down on women when I was 18, so I really knew my way around a pussy.
“Let me catch my breath, and I’ll ‘do you’” Even though I was hot as hell, I really didn’t want my ‘daughter’ “doing me.” I kept thinking about what both Abby and Maria said about “comforting Abby.”
“Abby, have you ever told your mom what we do up here?”
“You know I have.”
That was all I needed to hear. “I’m good. Maybe some other time.”
Abby laughed, “Who the hell are you kidding? You’re the horniest person I know. I’m still surprised you haven’t fucked somebody yet. That lady boner of yours always wants to be sucked with some hard object up your cunt.” I wasn’t ready for this. I had no idea that Andi was so sexually active. I could tell I had a hard-on, not like a guy, but my clit was really erect, and my vagina was starting to contract even more.
I realized I had an explosive situation on my hands. Andi apparently was always horny. As a typical male, I also thought about sex all the time. With a body always wanting to be pleasured and a mind that always thought about it, this combination could really lead to an interesting life. As it turns out, it did.
“Pull ’em down. I want to go down on you.”
“So you want to suck my little cock?” I figured I had gone this far, what the hell. I pulled my pants down.
Abby immediately said, “I can’t believe you are wearing granny panties.”
“When I got dressed this morning, I didn’t realize I was going to see you.” I was proud of my quick-thinking answer.
“Take those nasty things off and let me see your little cock.” I quickly peeled my hip-hugger panties. As I was about to lie down on Abby’s bed, I took a quick glance between my legs. My clit was bigger than this morning. It actually did look like I had a small cock. No foreplay for me, she attached her mouth to my clit like a suction cup. She went from 0 to 60 in an instant.
I was really feeling it. I said, “Stick something up me.” I wanted to feel what it was like with an object in me.
Abby stopped her sucking, went to one of her drawers, and pulled out a dildo. Not a huge dildo, but I have seen smaller. I have no idea what I can fuck, size-wise, but I guess I was about to find out. As wet as I was, no additional lube was needed. Abby went back to sucking my clit and slowly inserted the dildo. It was obvious I had done this before, no resistance, and it felt good. She slowly pushed it up until I think she hit my G spot. So that’s what it feels like. Fabulous. Abby continued to keep pushing the dildo farther. I felt a slight shock. A good shock. I think she had hit my cervix. I know some women hate that, some like it. I really liked it.
I pulled my top and bra up and started to pinch my nipples. I began to match the dildo’s thrusts without even thinking about it. Pinching my nipples distracted me from coming, but in a good way. It allowed me to have a great buildup to the orgasm that almost made me pass out. It’s a technique I have used over and over again. Abby kept sucking on my clit like she was giving me a blow job. I could see her head bob up and down. I cum. My God, I loved sex in my new body. I could see how I could turn into a nympho, or maybe I already was. I finally put my hand on Abby’s head and told her to please stop. She then says something that absolutely floored me. “I don’t remember you stopping so soon. Usually, you cum more.”
“I’m one and done.” Even though it felt better than I had imagined, I needed to stop before I did something that gave me away. The only thing this had done for me was leave me hornier than before.
My head was swimming. How can anybody take more orgasms than I just did? I said, “If I keep this up, I’m going to be a size queen. I am sure I can take a thicker dildo.”
Abby quickly says, “You better not tell Jimmy that. From what you told me, you are going to need to be stretched out more to fuck him.”
“So you don’t think I can take Jimmy?”
“Didn’t you tell me the boys call him the anaconda because of his dick size?” That was a shocker. When I get Jimmy alone, I’m going to find out if this is true.
Abby handed me some Kleenex, and we cleaned up and put our clothes back on. Now I realize why Abby and Andi spent so much time together in this bedroom. They weren’t just talking. I decided to pump Abby for some information that I didn’t know.
“Hey Abby, how well do you know me?’
“What kind of question is that? We’re fuck buddies. I think I know you well.”
“What is my favorite food?”
“Really hot, hot wings. I have no idea why. Except for my dad, you are the only person I know who liked them that hot. I guess now you’re the only person.”
“What is my least favorite food?”
“Come on, you hate eggs.”
“What is my favorite color?”
“Green, same color as the bra you’re wearing.”
“Good. What is my favorite hobby?”
“Other that fucking me, or wanting to fuck my mom?”
“What the hell, I want to fuck Maria?”
“Yes.” You don’t remember how Mom admired you in that small bikini and told you she wanted to do you when you turned 18?” I might have to take Maria up on that.
“What’s my favorite thing to do besides doing you?”
“I guess working out at the gym.”
“What is my biggest pet peeve?”
“Answering stupid fucking questions like this.”
“One more question, Abbs, “Am I a virgin?”
“I guess it depends on what you think a virgin is. You have told me you have never had a dick up you, so in that sense, you are.”
Abby asked, “How’s your mom doing?”
“She seems to be upset with your dad’s death.”
“I can understand that, since they were former lovers.”
“I don’t believe that.” (I was Tina’s former lover, but how did Abby know that. “Who told you that?”
“Mom said that my dad and your mom were lovers before you were born. She said they tried to hide it, but they were pretty obvious about it. Mom said that she fucked Ned a couple of times as payback, but he wasn’t a very good lover.”
How the hell didn’t I know all of this? Maria knew about Tina and me; she was also fucking Ned. Man, did I feel out of the loop.
I leaned over and French-kissed Abby. She was shocked and quickly moved her head back. “What was that about?”
“I just wanted to see what I taste like.” Over the years, I have gone down on many women; they all have different tastes.”
Abby said, “Man, you really are becoming kinky.”
I smile and say, “You need to enjoy it while it lasts.” And I really meant it. I had no idea how long I would be in Andi’s body. As I look back, I now realize I wasn’t going anywhere.
I kissed Abby once more and headed downstairs. Some of my relatives had left, but the crowd was still there. I made my way to Maria and gave her another hug. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’ll be talking to you soon.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I was soon to find out.
When I got home, Tina said,” How was it?”
“It was crowded when I got there, but the crowd thinned out by the time I left.”
“I think I’ll take the casserole now.” With that, Tina disappeared through the kitchen door. She walked out of the garage and down the driveway to Maria’s house.
I immediately ran upstairs to Andi’s room, locked the door, and started to look in every storage place in the room. I understood the clothes situation from earlier, but I was surprised by what I didn’t find. As far as I could tell, she really liked shoes. She also had a nice collection of skirts and dresses. I remember seeing Andi in some nice summer dresses, but never anything too tight.
I guessed that her mother wouldn’t allow Andi to dress too provocatively. This may have to change when we go off to college. As for sex toys, none. I guess when you have a clit the size of Andi’s, you don’t need a vibrator, but a dildo would be nice. Right then, I noticed a long-reach hair brush, sometimes used by older people. I had used this same brush earlier and didn’t even notice how odd it was for somebody of Andi’s age to have. Maybe later, I would see if it hit the right spots.
Ned (Andi’s dad) called me from downstairs. He had been working late at the shop. I hadn’t heard him come home. He ran a very successful pool supply business, and at this time of year, he was usually there six days a week. “Come on, Andi, dinner.” As I went dashing down the stairs and into the kitchen, I was greeted with a chorus of Happy Birthdays. Tina said how sorry she was that this whole day turned out to be such a downer, and at least we could have a small celebration for me.
As we sat down to eat, I noticed a casserole similar to what Tina had taken over to Maria. I think Tina realized my look and said, “I baked two.” I was never a fan of Tina’s cooking. Just too plain.
I asked, “Do we have any hot sauce?”
Ned laughed, “You and your hot sauce.”
Tina said, “You know where it is.” Actually, I didn’t. Most people don’t realize that most hot sauces don’t need to be refrigerated. I figured since Andi’s people weren’t hot sauce people, they wouldn’t know this.
I went to the fridge and immediately looked at the shelves. There was the Rooster brand, and I took it back to the table. I took a serving spoon of the casserole. I really wasn’t sure what it was. I topped it with a large squeeze of hot sauce. At last, Tina’s cooking became edible. As I ate, I realized that if I were going to keep this world-class figure, I would have to limit my food intake. After a few bites, I felt full. A guess that’s how Andi maintained her thin figure. She had limited her food intake, and her stomach’s capacity adjusted to it. This was going to really help. I wouldn’t have to eat much, but I’d still feel full.
As we were finishing up, Ned handed me a small wrapped package. Ryan started to chant, “Open it, open it.” As I tore open the package, I saw a cell phone. At the time, it was a really nice cell phone.
Ned said, “The guy at the Verizon store said it was all anybody could ever want. It’s a Nokia 3210. I set you up with a plan, and I’ll tell you about it later.” I really liked the phone, but compared to today’s cell phones, it was very primitive.
We ate cake, and I opened my cards. I was surprised by how much money I got from my family. “I’m surprised how generous people were.”
Tina said, “You told everybody you wanted cash so you could buy stuff for college. And you only have an 18th birthday once.” I had to laugh at that. This was actually my second 18th birthday, I thought. Who knew? Maybe I have done this several times before, but I just didn’t remember.
I spoke as little as possible. I helped clear the table and started washing the dishes in the sink. Tina came over, side-hugged me, and said, “Go on, it’s your birthday. I got this.”
“Thanks, Mom,” and I kissed her on the cheek.
“Mom, I would like to get my hair cut.”
“That’s fine. Call Lee on Monday and set up an appointment.”
That solved one mystery. Lee was also the one Maria used. Now I just had to decide on a style that wouldn’t require much maintenance but would still look good. There was a TV series that just ended, in which one of the stars had a short haircut but still looked cute. Maggie on Northern Exposure.
I went back to my room. Played with my cell phone. Read the manual and actually put some numbers in it. It’s been a long day, and I decided to turn in. I undressed. Took off my shorts, stained panties, and bra. I found a crop top, locked my door, and went to bed.
As I lay in bed, I decided to see if Andi used the long-handled hair brush as a dildo. I got up and took the brush back to bed. I felt my pussy. It was still wet, and as usual, my little cock was erect. Does it ever go down? I slowly inserted the brush handle into me. I eventually managed to position it so it rubbed against my G-spot. As I was enjoying myself, I decided what I would do for the rest of my life. But more about that later.
I remembered what Abby said, “You’re the horniest person I know.” Abby noted that when Andi was a young woman, what would have happened if that young woman’s body had a man’s brain? I started to realize this was going to be interesting, but I couldn’t let sex control me.
I fell asleep slowly, massaging my G spot with the brush handle.