Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is trapped in. In the story, the first-person singular (I, me, my, mine) is used for Andy’s thoughts and experiences. In contrast, third-person feminine singular (she, her, hers, herself) refers to events as experienced by Andi’s body and those around her. When Andy is adjusting or responding as Andi, the narration may shift accordingly. Eventually, I will blend both Andy’s perspective and Andi’s body into the first person singular.
As I lay in bed, I realized I wasn’t coming back as Andy. I needed to make the most of this situation. As Andy, I had done almost everything to be healthy. I didn’t smoke; I consumed a minimum of alcohol. I watched my weight and diet. And I ended up dead at 52. It was a genetic lottery, and as Andy, I hadn’t done very well. There was no telling about Andi, but one thing was for sure: I was going to embrace Andi totally. I would make sure I didn’t do anything to put her at unnecessary risk. I was also going to take advantage of all her great assets.
I also realized that, after four years as a D-1 athlete, two years in the army, and almost 25 years as a lawyer, my language use was not that of an 18-year-old woman, but that of a middle-aged man. I was going to talk more like Andi and less like Andy.
June 21, 1999
I was awoken by a sharp knock on my bedroom door, my heart racing with confusion and fear.
“Andi, it’s 8 o’clock. Dad thought you should be up by now.” It was my new ‘brother’, Ryan.
I overslept. The clock radio read 7:00 PM, not AM. I sprang up and grabbed some clothes.
Ryan said, “OK, Andi.”
“OK, Ryan.”
Just then, Ryan opened the door and walked into my ‘bedroom’.
I’m standing there totally naked. “What the Hell, Ryan. Don’t you wait till someone tells you it’s OK to come in?”
”You did.”
“How’s that?”
“You told me anytime I said OK, and then you said OK, I could come into your room.”
I stood there, totally naked, thinking, I’ll give him a memory to beat off to. I turned slightly, sucked in my thin stomach, pulled my shoulders back, and placed a hand on my hip. My boobs looked bigger than usual. I don’t think a Playboy model could’ve done it better. Ryan scanned my body. “Let me ask you, when was the last time you saw me naked?”
I felt a swirl of emotions, awkwardness, annoyance, and an odd empowerment that wasn’t entirely my own, caught between Andy’s internal dialogue and Andi’s physical presence. “Have I changed much?” I pressed, searching his face for any sign of understanding. He wouldn’t answer.
“Take a real good look. This may be the last time you see me naked. And this body may be the best-looking body you will ever see in your entire life. Now out.”
I wore loose gray shorts, no panties, and a black athletic bra under a black boat-neck top. A nervous flutter hit as I brushed my hair, but I hurried downstairs, shaking it off. Tina asked, “The usual for breakfast?” I was on pins and needles; I had no idea what the usual was. “Sure,” I replied, masking my uncertainty.
She handed me a strawberry Pop-Tart. I hadn’t had one since my own children were in elementary school. As I began to eat, I asked Tina, “Can I get coffee with this?”
“Coffee again? I thought you wouldn’t be interested after your first cup on Saturday.”
“Actually, I liked it.”
“OK, if you want coffee, fix it yourself. You know where the mugs and creamer are.” I’d drunk hundreds of mugs here, so I did.
Upstairs, I found Andi’s mascara. Andi always had long, curly lashes, but I thought she used too much mascara. I applied it lightly, even brushing some on my eyebrows. Like many girls in the 90s, Andi had plucked her brows too much. I’d let them grow and get them professionally shaped. I only knew this because that’s what my widow, Maria, had done.
Returning to the kitchen, Ned opened the garage door and headed to his prized 1967 red, white-striped Camaro Z/28. In another life, Ned told me he’d loved the first-generation Z/28 for years. When he finally had the money, he searched for one with a 390-cubic-inch engine, rust-free body, and straight frame. He found the right car in Flagstaff, Arizona, drove out, bought it, and trailered it home to Ohio.
Ned decided the Arizona car didn’t need full restoration. When I was Andy, we pulled the engine and transmission and took the car to a top body shop. The car was cleaned, sandblasted, primed, painted with white stripes, and clear-coated.
Ned worked on the engine that winter, opening his pool supply shop only occasionally. He took the transmission to Cincinnati. I helped when two people were needed. With care, we installed the engine and transmission without scratching anything.
Ned loved the car and never let anyone else drive it, not even me when I was Andy. If rain threatened, it stayed in the garage under its cover. After the snow, he waited for two heavy rains to clear any salt from the roadway before driving. He loved that car.
This is why I was surprised when, in the garage, Ned took off the Z/28’s cover and said, “Let’s take the Camaro, princess.”
“Why?”
“It’s your first day of work, and I thought you should go in style.” As he pulled the car out, he stopped it. “Let’s do this right,” and proceeded to take the top down.
As we drove to the store, I could see a smile on Ned’s face. I said, “A penny for your thoughts.”
“I was thinking about how much I like being alone with you.”
“Why is that, Dad?” I wasn’t sure where this was going.
“Your mom can be such a control freak, and I think she sometimes smothers you.”
It took very little time in Tina and Ned’s house for the dynamic to become clear. I remembered them from before as a friend, but now, everything felt different. I was vulnerable and hyper-aware, noticing subtle shifts in Tina’s behavior around her family, sides I’d never really seen. It stung to realize how little I’d ever truly known these people, even after so many years.
When we got to the shop, Ned put the top up. Bob, the young man Ned hired, was already in the shop. “Andi, you know Bob.” I had no idea who Bob was. I had to go along with this.
“Yeah. What year did you graduate, Bob?”
Bob said, “Two years ahead of you.”
“So you remember me.”
Bob said, “Everybody knows you, Andi.”
I was not sure what that meant. Ned told me that Bob would show me what to do. Trying to play along, I said I had to use the restroom first. I took off my bra because I thought I might have some fun with Bob. When I got to the storefront and said, I’m sorry, but I have to call Pauline and get my haircut. Using my cell phone, I called Lee’s and reached Pauline. I got an appointment for 2 PM.
I told Ned there may be a problem. On my first day of work, I had to leave early to get my hair cut and didn’t have a ride. He said, “I’ll take you. Bob can hold down the fort. See if you can help Bob stock the shelves.”
I walked over to Bob, who was kneeling on the floor. I moved above him so he got a view up my loose shorts. I decided to give him a real show. I leaned over, exposing most of my boobs. Bob’s eyes were looking down my boat neck top. I smiled, “See anything you like?”
Bob ran into the restroom. Ned had seen some of what I had done. “Andi, that poor boy is probably whacking off right now. I don’t think he has ever even had a girlfriend. You really need to watch yourself around young men. You could get yourself into a situation that you may not be able to handle.”
I realized that Ned and Andi had a relationship quite different from when Tina was present. “I’m sorry, but he was staring at my boobs, and I thought if I gave him an eyeful, he might stop.”
“Andi, can you blame him for looking at a rack like yours? Are you braless?”
“I took off my bra because it feels so much better when my boobs aren’t strapped down with that damn bra.”
“I don’t care, but make sure you put it back on before we go home. Your mom will go crazy if she sees you braless.”
Bob eventually came back, and we finished stocking the shelves. I tried not to expose myself to him, for now.
1:45 finally came, and I said to Ned, “I think we should be going if I’m going to make my 2 o’clock hair appointment.” Ned drove me over to Lee’s shop. I was several minutes early. As I walked in, a couple of older men were waiting for their wives. I pulled my shoulders back, ‘tits up’, and walked past them. I smiled at them, but they were only looking at my boobs. It’s true; women can tell when you are looking at their boobs.
I asked one of the women if Pauline was there. From around a corner, I heard a voice say, “I’ll be with you in a minute, hon.”
Not one minute but several minutes later, Pauline walked up to me and said, “Nice to see you again, Andi.”
“Pauline, you’re going to have to help me with this rat’s nest?”
“Any ideas, hon?”
“I was hoping to get it cut short. Kind of like the character ‘Maggie’ on ‘Northern Exposure’ in the first season.”
“Let me show you some ideas in Inspire.” She brought out several volumes of a hair styling book called Inspire. Who knew? Pauline went right to the pages for pixie haircuts. “That’s what I want. A short pixie with these gold highlights.”
“With your full hair, that’ll look great.”
“Before we start, how hard is it to maintain?”
“Fairly easy. Wash your hair every day; finish with a blast of cold water for added shine. You don’t need to use a hair dryer. Only use a bristle brush, or, for that matter, manipulate with your fingertips. You need to come in every four to six weeks to get it cut again and new highlights put in.”
As I was getting my hair cut, I heard one of the other women say, ‘He said if I don’t pay the increase, he’s going to evict me.” As she kept talking, I realized her landlord had increased her rent. I asked her if she had a lease agreement. She told me it ran for another six months. I said he was violating Ohio law, and I knew someone she should call for free advice. I told her to call Legal Aid of Western Ohio and ask for Zoe. Tell her Andy told you to call.
She asked, “How do you know them?” I was so used to using the phrase ‘tell them Andy told you to call’, I said it without thinking. I quickly corrected myself and told her, ‘Just call.’”
The woman I gave the information to was Claudia. Legal Aid contacted the landlord, and her rent wasn’t increased. For several years, I got a discount on cuts and highlights for that free legal advice.
That was the day I changed Andi’s appearance. I had one last thing to do to complete the change, but more about that later. If you know me, you know I still have the same haircut all these years later. I was waiting outside when Ned pulled up. He greeted me with a shocked look.
As I got in, he said, “Andi, I can’t believe the new look.”
“Do you like it, Dad?”
“Like it? I love it. It makes you look so sophisticated.”
“Thanks, Dad, that’s what I was hoping to hear.”
As he was backing out, I said, “Dad, pull into the empty lot where Kmart used to be.”
I was surprised he did it without a question. “How about letting me drive back to the store?”
“Andi, you have no idea how to drive a four-speed.”
“Well, teach me.” In a former life, I had spent two years in the Army driving just about everything they had. In fact, instead of listing what I was allowed to drive on my Army license, my 1st sergeant put on it, “everything but tanks.” And I knew I could have driven those. I thought a Z/28 four-speed with a 375-horsepower engine wasn’t going to be a problem.
“I’ll tell you what. If I can’t drive it in 5 minutes, I will never ask again.”
Reluctantly, he agreed. He showed me the shift pattern of a 4-speed transmission. Explain what a clutch was for. Told me I had to let out the clutch while giving it some gas. We exchanged seats. I decided to stall it a couple of times. After Ned mansplained what I was doing wrong, I drove it like a champ. “My God, Andi, you drive like you have done this before.”
I smiled and said, “That’s because you’re a good teacher.” We drove back to the store with the top down, and the wind blowing in my newly cut hair, I might have been starting to enjoy this new life.
As I pulled into a parking spot, Ned said, “Don’t tell your mother I let you drive the car.” Of course I wouldn’t. That summer, Ned drove the Z/28 more than he ever had. When a short errand required a delivery or pickup, most of the time, Ned had me run it. I actually think some of the orders came from customers who wanted to see a cute, braless 18-year-old.
When we went into the store, Bob was at the counter. I could see his reaction to my new hairdo. He said very shyly, “I really like the new look. You look beautiful.”
“Thanks, Bob. So I wasn’t beautiful before?”
“That, That, That’s not what I meant.”
“Relax, I’m just jerking your chain.” I glanced down and saw Bob had a hard-on, not a Jimmy-size hard-on, but a hard-on nonetheless. Over that summer, I cock teased that poor boy almost every day. Eventually, he got his reward. But more about the latter.
Ned and I got home at our usual time, 5:30. I was worried about what Tina would say about my new hairdo. Right when you think you know what someone is going to say, Tina said, “Wow, Andi, it’s about time. I have hounded you about getting your haircut. That looks great. I could have done without the highlights, but I’ll get used to them.”
After supper, I borrowed the family van and drove down to Tri-County Shopping Mall. First stop was Spencer Gifts. If you didn’t know this, they have sex toys in the back of the store. I picked out a very large dildo and a big bottle of water-soluble lubricant. I sheepishly took it up to the cash register. A young lady rang me up while looking at me. I thought I’d make her day by saying, “A girl’s got needs too.” She didn’t even bat an eye. I was so glad I didn’t see anybody I knew. I put the dildo and lube in the van.
Next stop, Victoria’s Secret. I was feeling very wicked from the new look and buying the huge dildo. As I entered the store, a saleslady asked if she could assist. I asked her if she could come into the dressing room with me. When the door closed, I took off my top and bra and told her I was tired of wearing a padded bra to hide my nipples. I asked if she could help me try on some sexy bras. I told her I was interested in pushups, demi, quarter cup, and anything else that was sexy for my odd breasts.
She told me, ‘You don’t have odd breasts. Every woman is different, and in your case, they are really pretty.” She did something that I wasn’t expecting. She put her hands under my breasts and raised them slightly. “Your breasts will look great in a push-up. With the right top, you will have cleavage that everybody will notice.” That was what I was hoping for.
I asked, “What about my nipples?”
They’re just puffy, nothing to worry about. In fact, as you get older, you’ll lose most of that puffiness. It’s just a little fat tissue behind your areola.” I was actually sorry to hear that. There were several people, both men and women, who seemed to have taken delight in my puffy nipples.
I thought I would try to shock her again. I pulled on my nipples, and they got really large. “What about how my nipples stick so far out?”
“We have nipple covers that you can wear with or without a bra.”
“OK, now that I have bras to show cleavage, what tops do you have where my cleavage is exposed, and my boobs spill over the top?” She brought me several tops that had built-in cups; some with buttons in front, and my favorite was a tight-fitting crop top with an adjustable zipper that exposed my abs. I bought several of the sexiest ones, along with over half a dozen styles of bras. For each style, I bought both black and white.
She asked, “What about panties?”
“I refuse to wear thongs.”
“We have a Brazilian cut.”
“Could I try black in my size?”
“Once you try panties on, they’re nonreturnable.”
“I‘ll buy whatever I try on.” When she returned with the panties, I was standing in only my bra with my back turned to the dressing room door. As she entered, I turned around, exposing my pubic area. I noticed her staring at my enlarged clit. I smiled and said, “I always get turned on trying on panties.” The look on her face was priceless. Once I had the panties on, I did some deep stretches and high leg kicks. Just as I feared, the Brazilian cut gave me a wedgie. I peeled the panties off and handed them to her, “Just put them with the rest of the stuff I’m buying.” She couldn’t keep her eyes off my erect clit. I thought I would really shock her, “It tends to get in my way except during sex.” She turned and walked out without saying a word.
With the various nipple covers and tops, the bill was more than I expected. As I was finishing the purchase, she said, “With a face and body like yours, you should be a model. I know several professional photographers.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” and I took the bags back to the van.
My final stop was at Macy’s. I went up to the women’s department to look for comfortable, sexy panties. I found what I thought would work. It was a string bikini with a full back and a see-through front, made by Vanity Fair. I found one in my size, went to the cash register, and bought it. I told the clerk I was going to try them on in a dressing room. I went through stretching and leg kicks. They didn’t give me a wedgie. I looked in the dressing room mirror and really liked what I saw. You could tell I shaved my pubic area, and they gave a nice small bulge where my clit was. I decided these were my panties. In fact, I’m wearing a pair right now as I write this. I went back to the panties section and bought everything they had in my size, around two dozen. That would last me a while. That night, I gave them the name I still use today, ‘bare cunt panties’.
I went over to the swimsuit department. I decided on a gold lame, triangle top with a Brazilian cut bottom. The gold will bring out the highlights in my hair, and the shine will help draw eyes to my body. I was hoping the thicker cloth of the bottoms wouldn’t give me a wedgie. Because they had ties, I figured anything in an extra small would fit if my boobs hung out, all the better. And with my tight buns, I really wanted to show off my ass and hips. A little discomfort was well worth the opportunity to show off my ‘assets’.
I made my way to the makeup department. I sat down on a stool just as a woman behind the counter named Betty said, “Can I help you?”
“Are you on a commission?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Good, I don’t have to worry about you pushing products that I don’t need or want.” I just got this hairdo, and I want to do a minimum with my makeup.”
“You have really pretty eyes and skin. You should accent your good features. Start with a gentle eye shadow or even no eye shadow at all, add some sleek eyeliner, and pair it with a playful lip color.”
“No foundation?”
“With your skin, I wouldn’t. If you think you need it, use a foundation that matches your skin tone and apply it with a brush. I would use a copper eye shadow to match your hair highlights and complement your eye color. If you don’t want to spend too much time on your makeup, skip the eyeliner. Your eyes don’t really need it. I noticed you’re wearing mascara. Just don’t apply it so thick.”
“What about lip gloss and not lipstick?”
“You could do that. I would suggest a tinted lip balm. It will keep your lips moisturized and add color to your lips.”
“Betty, can you make me up using all of these products you mention?’
“Sure, I would love to.” I took mental notes as Betty lightly brushed on foundation, put on copper eye shadow, and picked out a bright-tinted lip balm. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe how well the makeup went with the new hairstyle.
When I was Andy, I had noticed Maria using some moisturizer at night. Her skin always looked so incredible and felt silky smooth.
“Betty, what would you recommend for skin care?”
“Why do you think you need skin care lotion?”
“I hope to live a long time, and I hope to have healthy skin.”
“The best care would be to avoid the sun.”
“Betty, what would you recommend if I did go out in the sun?”
“I would recommend an anti-wrinkle cream. It’s not as expensive as some treatments, and Wal-Mart carries it.”
I thought I would give Betty a charge, “Can I use it on my breasts?”
She didn’t flinch. “It will work well on repairing any skin damage to your breasts.”
“I’ll take all of it, including a container of the skin care.” Betty was thrilled with the sale.
Now that I have decided on makeup and hairstyle (a look that I still have after all these years). The only change is aging, and my skin care regimen has done a great job of slowing that down. When I go out in the sun, I wear the highest SPF number available. I’ve got unusual skin for a redhead; I do tan easily. My auburn hair is always a bit out of control, falling right against my neck. My green eyes are my best feature, honestly, especially when I use a little shadow to make the gold flecks stand out. I never feel quite right without my coral lipstick on.
People tell me I’m pretty, but I think it’s the intensity that gets them, not my beauty. I have this habit of looking at people a little too long, a gaze that feels like a touch. I know I move with a certain rhythm, my fingers grazing my thigh or my collarbone without me even realizing it. It’s a ‘knowing’ look. I smile because I’m aware of the effect I have, and I’m usually in the mood to use it.
In the first year I became Andi, I let my overplucked eyebrows grow out. I found a woman who shaped eyebrows. Once she had made the shape I wanted, it was easy to pluck any eyebrows that started to grow out.
I went back to the van and, as I was driving out of the mall, decided to stop at my house in a former life to show Abby what I had done. As I rang the doorbell, my former wife, Maria, answered. “I love the new hairdo, and what are you doing with your makeup?”
“What’s wrong with my makeup?
“Not a thing. It’s spot on. It’s so different than the way you wore it the last time I saw you.
She was wearing only a thin robe. She never wore just a robe when I was her husband. She opened her robe, exposing her large, gorgeous breasts. She took my head and drew her to me, shoving her large areola in my mouth. I knew how to suck her nipples the way she liked. In only a couple of seconds, I could tell she was getting turned on. As long as I knew Maria, I had never seen her have any attraction to women.
“How bout I give you your birthday gift now?” Abby told me that Martha had wanted to ‘do me’ for my 18th birthday.
“Don’t leave me hot and wet. I really need to be fucked.” I really never heard Maria talk like this to me when we were married.
“How do you want me to do that?”
“Come into the bedroom, I have an idea.”
She explained that several years ago, Andy (that was me) had made a Clone-A-Willy of his dick. I remember doing this, but at the time, she was furious with me for it. I had thought she had thrown it away, but actually, she just hid it. On the top shelf of the clothes closet, she brought out a box. As she opened the box, she pulled out a perfect replica of my dick. “Fuck me with this.” It’s shocking having your wife pull out a copy of your dick, thinking you are somebody else, and ask you to fuck her with your cloned dick.
As I looked at my dick in a previous life, I said, “I didn’t know Andy was so hung.” I had been well hung when I was Andy, but I really came up short compared to Jimmy. My clone had a large glans and an unusual banana shape.
“I fucked Andy thousands of times. His cock could really make me cum. I just wondered if this clone feels as good as the real thing. I’ve never used it till now.”
“How do you want me to use the clone?”
“I have a harness somewhere. I want you to fuck me in the same position that Andy did.”
This could be easy, but I couldn’t make it look too easy. I was afraid she might figure out my secret. After a couple of minutes rooting around in the closet, she pulled out a dildo harness. I had no idea where that had come from.
Maria was very routine about sex. She always liked me to really lube up my dick, give her a few strokes with it, and then she would put her huge vibrator on her clit. She walked over to one side of the bed and pulled out a shoe box from under the bed. She pulled up a couple of pillows for her head, took off her robe, put a towel on the bed where she was going to go, and lay down with her knees bent. I quickly undressed. “Andi, lube up that cock and slowly put it up me.”
“Where is the lube, Maria?” I thought I’d better play dumb.
“In the drawer by the nightstand.”
“Do you want me on top?”At times, Maria’s pussy could be wet, other times it could be too dry to insert a cock up her. She always insisted on lube, no matter what. Maria had purchased a really slick lubricant at Wal-Mart, of all places. Usually, when we finished fucking, she was always dripping wet. There was one more thing that Maria was very particular about boob and nipple play. Maria didn’t need foreplay. She was a slam, bam, thank you, sir, kind of woman. I always thought it was that very powerful vibrator she had. If we did have foreplay (usually for me), she liked me to play with her nipples, but once we started screwing, she never wanted her nipples touched. She said it broke her concentration, and she might not cum.
“Get on your knees, put my legs over your shoulders, and put that damn thing up me. I have waited too long to be fucked.”
It’s nice to know this was always her favorite position with me. I did what she asked. I knew she liked my cock slowly inserted deep, but not too deep. If my dick hit her cervix, she couldn’t cum for a while. I found that in my new body, hitting my cervix triggered an orgasm like a switch turned on.
Early in our marriage, I found that she reacted best to around one stroke a second. She didn’t like me to speed up much. I maintained this cadence with the cloned cock. I could see from her face and hip movement that she was really enjoying this. In her entire life, Maria never had an orgasm from just penetration. On cue, she pulled out her giant Niagara Massage Vibrator. She pulled up on the skin on her pubic mound, and out popped her clit from under the clit hood. I always thought Maria had a large clit, but it now looked really small compared to Andi’s.
Maria set the vibrator on the highest speed. She then made direct contact with her clit. When I had fucked her as her husband, I could anticipate her every reaction. She moved with my stroke. I had inserted the cloned dick into what I thought would be her G spot and trusted at one-second intervals. Right before she came, she would stop moving and let the dick do all the work. She started to make deep-throated moans matched to my thrust. She stopped moving, got louder and louder, and then she quit making any noise.
She was done with her first orgasm, but was enjoying the feeling of penetration. She took the vibrator off to allow herself a recovery period, but I never stopped thrusting. In a couple of minutes, she repeated the entire cycle. She did this four times when she raised her hand to stop me. The hand signal was something she always did, not thinking who was pumping her.
Maria finally opened her eyes and looked almost shocked, seeing an 18-year-old girl fucking her. She said, “I got lost in the moment. Those were incredibly strong orgasms. Thanks, it’s been a while. Where did you learn to fuck like that? For a moment, I thought Andy was fucking me.”
I said, “I’m glad to be of service.
Maria said, “Let me be of service.” I had really been turned on by “fucking” her. “Get in position.” With that, she pushes me onto the edge of the bed. This really exposes my clit and pussy. There’s a saying, ‘Women know how to eat pussy’. It was true for Abby and very true for Maria. She licked, sucked, and teased my clit while working my G spot. “Slow down, I’m a little sore. It’s amazing how some soreness goes away during an orgasm. I can’t remember how many orgasms I had, but when I was done, I left a huge wet spot on the towel.
“Andi, I noticed you winced when I put a couple of fingers up to you? What’s going on?”
“I finally let Jimmy fuck me.”
“Was he too rough?”
“No, too big.”
“Andi, you’ll get used to the size. It took me some time to get used to Andy’s size.”
“Maria, was the dildo I used on you the same size as Andy’s cock?
“It was a clone. The same size.”
“I hate to say this, but Jimmy’s cock makes Andy’s look like a small dick.”
“Andi, it can’t be that much bigger.”
“You have no idea.”
I wanted to change the subject, kind of, “Really, Maria, you need a boyfriend to take care of you once I’m at school. You also need to shave that bush.”
“No boyfriends, no relationships.”
“I really thought you had a great marriage?”
“I did. Nobody could do for me what Andy did. He was my best friend, my confidant, and my lover.”
“Maria, did you ever fantasize about fucking well-hung men?”
“Sure, years ago.”
I smiled and said, “You need a stud to service you when you get horny.”
“Are you suggesting Jimmy?”
“No, I would be afraid for you to try a cock that big.” Maria didn’t say a word; she just looked at me.
I left and was home without seeing Abby. My pussy was already beat up enough. When I got home, I hid most of my “contraband” in the garage. I put the dildo and lube in the Macy’s bag with the makeup. Sure enough, Tina was in the kitchen waiting for me.
“Where have you been?”
“I went shopping down at Tri County and stopped over to see Maria and Abby.”
“You have a cell phone. You need to call me when you are going to be late.”
“I’ll do better, Mom, I promise.”
“I hope so. And by the way, I like the makeup.”
I went upstairs. I started to get turned on again when I thought about the dildo. I couldn’t resist taking it for a test drive. I went into the shower with a dildo and lube. I couldn’t help myself. I fucked myself with that huge dildo. I noticed something interesting. The dildo slid up me very easily. I couldn’t believe how easily. I was starting to find out that any way I stimulated my clit resulted in an orgasm. I came even with my pussy beat up as it was. I think Jimmy’s rubbers were irritating my pussy. I then washed all the “sex” off me. I used Aquaphor on my vaginal lips for the soreness.
I thought the best thing for my cunt was to have Jimmy stop using rubbers. I think I had a solution that didn’t involve getting pregnant. More about that later.