I woke up at 3:30 this morning, to the sound of Minx shrieking her head off.
I didn’t even know she was back — she’d been gone for a few days already, on one of those mysterious expeditions she wouldn’t tell me about.
As soon as I heard the screaming, I raced to the living room and looked for her. All of a sudden, everything fell deathly silent. I glanced around, my heart racing. I couldn’t see much so I flicked the light on. And I immediately found out what was happening.
The top of Cleopatra’s tank was open. Inside, an unconscious Minx was stuck in the web, her hand holding a tiny spear. And next to her, Cleopatra was covering her in more webbing.
I reacted before I even thought about what I was doing. I raced over to the tank, put my hand in, and grabed Minx. The spider backed away when my hand approached, and for a moment I was worried she’d jump to bite my hand or something, but she just watched. I yanked Minx out and put the top back on the tank. I secured it in place and put a heavy book on top just to be safe.
Minx was unconscious. I couldn’t find a bite, so I think she just fainted from fright. Poor little thing. Lying there, all white and helpless, I felt a moment of pity and sympathy for her.
Then I remember what she (and her ilk) had put me and my friends through, and I was tempted to wring her neck. But I’m no killer, so I just let her be. I took her little spear, threw it in the garbage, and went back to bed.
—–
I woke again around dawn, only to find Minx’s face an inch away from mine, staring at me as I woke up. Her expression was… unusual. It was… adoring.
“Minx! What do you want?”
As I sat up, she fluttered in front of my face.
“You saved me! You saved me! The evil spider was going to eat me, and you saved me!”
I scratched my head.
“I don’t think that’s quite what happened… You were going after her, weren’t you? Well, I just didn’t want her to eat you — you probably taste horrible, on account that faeries are all dark and twisted on the inside!”
To my surprise, Minx laughed.
“Oh, you’re so funny! But none of that matters, now — you SAVED ME!”
She fluttered next to my ear.
“And now,” she said, “you get a nice reward.”
She whispered something in my ear. It was some kind of long word, and with every syllable, I felt increasingly dizzy. Then I fainted.
When I woke up, Minx was gone again.
–Jaycee
Next update: Wednesday
Holy crap. I can’t believe I bought THAT, of all things.
A tarantula.
I’m just back from the exotic pet store. They had a ton of wild and unusual creatures, from iguanas to porcupines, snakes, and — like I said — tarantulas. I really wanted something low maintenance, and what REALLY sold me on it is that you only need to feed it once a week. Crickets and worms are just perfect, apparently.
Yeah, you may think it’s creepy, but personally, I like the idea. This isn’t a pet that’s going to need a lot of food, or maintenance, and it’s totally rad.
I got a FRIKKIN’ tarantula!
(And with any luck, it’s a radioactive type, and if it ever bites me, I’ll get superhuman powers!)
Shyeah, right!
–Jaycee
Next update: Monday
Jennifer came to visit me last night, all by herself. She broke up with Jason and needed to talk. She called me and sounded pretty upset, so I told her she could come over. I didn’t feel like it, having my own love troubles to deal with, but since I’d never told her about my breakup with Mandy, I couldn’t very well bring that up as an excuse.
So she arrived after dinner, a 6-pack of beer in one hand, a huge bag of chips in the other. There was something… drained about her. She looked really sad, and I was a bit surprised by that. I knew she liked Jason, but not THAT much. We’d talked a bit about him during the vacation in Mexico, and it was clear he was just a placeholder boyfriend.
So I invited her inside. We sat on the couch, drank, chatted, ate chips. She confessed that even since she’d gotten her upgrades (pointing at her generous breasts), she hadn’t attracted the right kind of guys. They were all hot hunks, and great lovers, but dumb as doorknobs. That had been the problem with Jason — all looks, no substance. She was wondering if getting big boobs had been the right call after it. She felt GREAT because she liked how they looked, but maybe they were sending the wrong message to the world. Plus, a lot of her old girl friends had changed their attitude since she’d gotten them. Most of them disapproved, telling her she looked just fine the way she was, the way God intended, and she shouldn’t mess with a good thing. That the procedure was medically dangerous, and it’d give her back pains, and she wouldn’t like them so much in 20 years, when they’d be sagging down to her knees.
Me, I was just munching chips and drinking beer in silence, nodding absentmindedly. Jennifer was rambling, getting things off her (ample) chest. I didn’t feel I needed to pay attention tothe details. Sometimes, you don’t need to really LISTEN to people, just act like you do. They just want to talk and don’t care about the interaction. What they want is get it out of their system, dump it on you, get their release, and walk away.
Not unlike cheap sex, I guess.
I noticed Jennifer had stopped talking and was looking at me with questioning eyes.
“Uh, what?”
“I said, are you okay? You’ve been zoning out since I got here. I don’t mean to pry, but is everything all right?”
And sometimes, there’s a true friend who really pays attention to your feelings, and cares enough to ask.
“I… broke up with Mandy. Been a few weeks, actually. I’m kind of getting over her, but hearing you talk about it is giving me the blues.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m really sorry, I should have been there for you I had no idea… Why didn’t you tell me?”
That was a dangerous slope, and I didn’t want to start talking about the details, for fear of slipping up. I cared about Jenn and didn’t want her caught up in the middle of that faerie nightmare that is my life.
“Long story short: she cheated. I called it quits.”
“The bitch!” Jennifer said. Then she caught herself, covering her mouth. “Sorry! That just came out. But we hate her now, right?”
“Yeah, I guess we sort of do.”
There was a silence. Then I broke it.
“Sorry to have broken the mood. Why don’t you start again from the top, and slow down for the parts about your boobs?”
She laughed and slapped me on the shoulder.
“Idiot!”
Well, she got THAT part right.
–Jaycee
Next update: Saturday
I came back home last night and there was something in my mailbox. Not email, I mean the REAL mailbox. I usually don’t open it, it’s just got junk mail and bills. I normally only open it once a month or so, throw away the spam, and shred the bills to prevent identity theft. But since I’ve been pretty bored at home, I decided to go through everything pretty diligently.
Spam. Spam. More spam. Exotic pet show. Spam. Bills…
Um… exotic pet shop?
Looks like one opened just nearby during the weekend. Maybe I’ll go have a look.
–Jaycee
Next update: Thursday
I kicked Mandy out after that last incident. I just couldn’t look at her.
After that, it was just Minx and I. And for reasons I didn’t quite understand at the time, Minx was relatively discreet for a few weeks. She’d be gone for many days at a time and wouldn’t tell me where she’d been when she returned. I knew better than to press the issue.
I’ve spent most of January and February in a pretty somber mood. Minx has tried inflicting a few curses on me, but I’ve been so morose I think it took all the fun out of it for her.
Brooke came to visit a few times, but pretty soon I made it clear I didn’t want to see her, not so long as she looked like “my” Mandy. The old, nice Mandy.
So it’s been pretty quiet at my place, lately. I’m thinking of getting a pet. But not a dog or a cat, that’s too much maintenance. Maybe something exotic, I dunno.
*sigh*
I’m lonely.
–Jaycee
Next update: Tuesday
You may wonder what happened AFTER we got back home. Let me summarize the weeks that followed, and you’ll get the idea.
First off, Minx was there, waiting for us, all sunshine and rainbows. She wouldn’t admit to it, but I think she missed us. She immediately grilled us about the trip, often asking how the weather was, if there was a lot of SUN, if we got a good TAN, etc.
Subtle she isn’t.
“Mandy” and I turned things on her pretty quickly, asking if she was responsible for the tan curse. She positively beamed with price and nodded repeatedly, kind of like a cartoon character.
“Yeah,” I said, “well that worked all right.”
Minx looked straight at my crotch. “Oooh,” she exclaimed, then pointed a finger at my engine. Sparks flew and I instantly sprung an impressive erection. I hadn’t had time to… um… readjust the position, so I had to quickly bend over and straighten everything. “Nice,” Minx said. “Mandy” ran her hand across the front of my jeans and acquiesced. “Definitely,” she added.
Then Minx gave “Mandy” a suspicious look. “Wait, YOU’re not Jaycee’s girlfriend. What business to you have touching him there?”
That was my first clue that something bigger was happening.
“You mean… you think this is Brooke?” I asked, pointing a thumb at “Mandy.”
Minx nodded. “Of course.”
“Well, she isn’t.”
“Then who…”
“Mandy. In Brooke’s body.”
Minx shook her head, not understanding.
“Why did you take Brooke’s body?”
We tried explaining that the switch wasn’t voluntary, but Minx was pretty skeptical. I thought at first she might have been messing with us, but it was pretty clear Minx wasn’t that devious.
So it had to be someone (or something) else.
—–
For the following few days, things were… normal enough. The sex sessions were spectacular. Brooke’s epic body was a source of endless erotic pleasure, and before my sun tan faded, I wasn’t too bad myself. I’d sometimes notice Minx, perched on a lamp, observing us in action like a movie buff watching the latest action flick. (She was just missing the popcorn.)
But the tan faded. And while Mandy was still having sex with me, it became less frequent. (Mind you, twice a day is still a lot, by some standards.) I didn’t pay attention to it at first, but after a week, I got this weird feeling that something was wrong. One night, as I was coming back from work, I walked in on “Mandy” having sex with the pizza guy.
I’m NOT kidding! Don’t ANY of you make porn jokes, or go “bow chika wah wah” on me.
I chased the guy out (kept the pizza, didn’t pay for it). Then Mandy and I had a chat. She cried and apologized. He’d flirted with her, and somehow that had sent sparks flying down in her groin. She’d gotten SO horny she lost control and had thrown herself at the pizza delivery guy. I remembered the curses, and it was true that any kind of flirting would get her hot. Curse me for a fool, but I had to try it.
“So… in the morning, do you like your eggs scrambled… or fertilized?”
Her eyes glazed over.
“Why wait for morning?”
And we were lost in passion again.
—–
Two days later, I left for work and came back because I’d forgotten my iPad. I caught Mandy with the mailman. Another round of tears and make up sex ensued.
The next day, I got suspicious and called her just one street corner away from my place. She answered, we chatted, and she confirmed she was at my apartment. I immediately went home and checked — she wasn’t there. That worried me. When she arrived, we had an argument about it. Apparently, she had gone out for coffee and didn’t want to worry me. I didn’t buy it. More tears.
More sex, too.
And finally, another three days later, I came home at the normal time, and found her in OUR bed with two other guys. I yelled at her. She pretended not to see me and urged her lovers to keep screwing her. I left, sick to my stomach.
That time, I cried. I cried because I realized that she’d been playing me all along. Again. Just like before. All the cheating, then the tears, then the sex to make me forget.
Same old tricks. And I was the same old idiot for not seeing it before.
–Jaycee
Next update: Sunday
We’d only taken a short vacation, just 8 days. Day 8 was just a half day, since we had to check out by noon and be at the airport for 3PM. I’d like to say it was an uneventful half-day, but it wasn’t. And yes, it was because of “Mandy.”
I didn’t quite notice the pattern at the time, but it’s now clear as day. But I’m getting ahead of myself — more on this in a later post.
That last morning, I woke up to the muffled sounds of Brooke moaning in the middle of having sex.
Wait, what???
She wasn’t in the room. The sounds came from outside. I got up and groggily made my way to the door. I looked through the peep hole and sure enough, there was Brooke (actually, “Mandy”) getting screwed from behind, chest pushed against the door, her face red and flushed with heat. She was half-turned toward the Mexican guy who was having her way with her. He was encouraging her in Spanish. I didn’t know EXACTLY what he was saying, but sex talk is pretty universal. It must’ve been the equivalent of “take that,” or “you like that, don’t you?” or “how does THAT feel?” Clearly, it felt pretty good.
I immediately saw red and opened the door, meaning to interrupt them. That didn’t work as planned. She lost her balance and stopped herself against me. The guy behind her didn’t miss a beat and kept on plowing her, clearly not noticing me. “Mandy” saw me, and even though she blushed a little, she reached down for my boxers, pulled them down, and freed my morning erection from its prison. Without hesitation, she bent forward to take me in her mouth, still keeping her butt in the air to allow her lover to keep doing his work.
As always where “Mandy” is concerned (especially in Brooke’s body!), my brain shut down and I didn’t really understand the impact of what we were doing until after… “Mandy’s” squeals of delight were something to behold, as was her technique. The way she moved her tongue around my shaft and the way she gyrated her hips against the guy, it’s clear she was no newbie at this. I held myself against the door frame and tried to delay the incoming orgasm, but she would have none of it. So a minute or two after it began, it was all over, in a great symphony of sexual moans and screams.
I was stunned for a few moments, as were my “partners.” The Mexican came to his senses before I did. Realizing what had happened, he pulled up his pants, grabbed his clothes in a panic, and ran away before I could react, all the while screaming “Lo siento! Lo siento!”
I looked down at “Mandy,” and she looked up at me. Her eyes teared up as she got to her feet. “I.. I’m so sorry, Jaycee. I… couldn’t help myself! I’m… a slut. I’m so sorry! You must hate me so much, now!”
Her sobs broke my heart. I put my arm around her shoulders, brought her inside, and tried to console her. “Now now,” I kept whispering in her ear.
One thing led to another, and in the process we ended up in bed again. And you know what they say about make up sex.
—–
A few hours later, we all gathered to check out and go to the airport. There were a lot of tensions in the group. The four of us (Brooke, Mandy, Meghan and myself) knew what was REALLY going on, but not the others. Antony was avoiding looking at “Mandy.” Frank (who had learned about Antony’s indiscretion) looked really upset and was standing much farther from Antony than usual. I wanted to stay close to “Mandy,” but to keep up appearances, I had to appear close to “Brooke” (who looked like Mandy). That made us both uncomfortable and we avoided touching each other. Jennifer also looked awkward in her clothes, like they were too tight (they were!) and she was afraid to make big movements and cause the seams to rip. Jason was the only one who looked blissfully ignorant of what was going on. (It was only later we really figured out that his IQ had dropped significantly as his tan had grown darker.)
The ride to the airport was fairly silent, as was the plane ride home.
We landed, got our luggage, and parted ways. Mandy, Brooke, Meghan and myself waited until the others were out of view before switching partners. I left with “Mandy” and Meghan left with “Brooke.” It was an awkward parting and we all made it short.
“Let’s get together tomorrow and talk this stuff out, okay?” Meghan asked. We all nodded, just wanting this to be over.
And moments later, it was over.
–Jaycee
Next update: Friday
It took us several hours to find “Mandy,” and I wasn’t the one who found her. It was Antony, and perhaps now is a good time to elaborate a little bit on what happened to him and Frank.
You see, not everyone was affected in the same way by the sun. Me, it was my… (ahem) size. For Jennifer, it was that she was becoming increasingly muscular and “Amazonian.” And for our friendly neighborhood gay couple, it was… long and hard erections when in the vicinity of sexy females.
I’m giving you the summary, here. This is something we pieced together after the events, through careful questions, correlations and observations. Anyway, making a long story short: as their sun tan grew darker, their erections grew bigger, harder, and lasted longer. And to be clear, it didn’t increase their desire for women, just their biological response to their proximity. I’m guessing that must have puzzled them in the beginning, and perhaps raised a few questions, but they’re a tight couple. It didn’t take long for them to just bang each other like wild weasels every time it happened.
But when Antony found “Mandy,” he was in for a LOT more trouble than he had bargained for. We’d just told him Brooke been gone for a while and we didn’t know where she was – and could he help look for her, just in case? He’d agreed and hadn’t asked too many questions. Which was a good thing, since we didn’t want to give him too many answers.
What follows is based on our combined understanding of the events. We’re not sure about a lot of details, so I filled in the blanks.
* * * * *
Antony had looked in a few places, but didn’t really feel like spending too much time searching for Brooke. His better half (Franck) had gone to the spa to get a private massage, and Antony thought that was a great idea. That’s what vacations should be spent doing, not looking for a big-breasted redhead with a questionable fashion style.
So Antony went to the spa and requested a massage too. He wasn’t too particular about WHO his masseuse was, and it turned out it was a girl. Young brunette in her mid-twenties (named Alice, I think), slim frame and long legs, if you were in that sort of thing. Antony knew he wasn’t, but something in his crotch felt quite differently. Since the massage started with him lying on his stomach, Alice didn’t notice anything, but when he flipped over, the bulge between his thighs was obvious enough that she couldn’t miss it. But she was classy and pretended not to see anything. Then she asked him to turn on his stomach again, to relax for a few minutes, and she’d be right back.
No one knows quite what happened to her, but she didn’t return. In her place, “Mandy” went in, but Antony didn’t realize that until a bit later. She silently got to work on his body, giving him a “Massage Plus,” if you like. Let’s just say her hands touched him differently, and in places a masseuse had no business touching. Startled, he looked up to see who it was, and saw Brooke’s spectacular body standing before him. He didn’t feel any desire for it, at least not in his head, but his groin twitched in anticipation. Because you see, it wasn’t JUST the tan affecting his erection – the hotness of the girl played a big role in it as well.
And Brooke’s body was as hot as it gets. With “Mandy” overcome with crazy lust, poor Antony didn’t stand much of a chance. She was all over him in minutes. He tried resisting, but the moment she straddled his waist and slipped him inside her, he was a lost man.
As far as we can tell, it was only after five minutes that someone came in to his rescue. It took three guys to pry them apart. Because yes, Antony’s body REALLY got into it. Once “Mandy” started pumping him, it sounds like his particular flavor of sun tan curse enabled him to have multiple orgasms. After two or three of those, it’s hard even for a gay to resist a girl (or to even think straight, if you ask me). Once “Mandy” and Antony were split up, she turned on her captors and started seducing them. One started giving into her advances (an understandable temptation), but the other two kept things under control and escorted her back to her room (she gave them my room number).
She was still there when I arrived, a few hours later. She climaxed just as I opened the door. When I came in, she looked up at me, her hand still moving inside her shorts. Her eyes welled up and she started sobbing like a child.
“I can’t stop. I just can’t… Please help me?”
[TO BE CONCLUDED]
–Jaycee
Next update: Wednesday
It was an incredible sex session. Brooke’s body was the stuff fantasies were made of, and yet there was something dangerously familiar about it. It was designed to give the best sex you’ve ever had, and I was getting multiple servings, thanks to my improved male equipment. Eventually, though, her stamina for sex was greater than mine, and I fell asleep, drained and exhausted. I don’t think it stopped the Predator, though: I vaguely remember waking up to see her mounting me, hips bucking, hands pinching her nipples. I came and fell asleep again. Maybe it was just a dream, though.
When I woke up, she was gone again. Despite the incredible sex, though, there was a pit in my stomach. The value of experience is that when the past starts happening all over, you can see it coming. My Mandy was turning back into the Old Mandy. It had started JUST like this, then became a series of slip-ups and apologies that spiraled down into a very dysfunctional relationship. This time, it was going to be different. I swore myself I’d avoid the old traps and pitfalls.
I got up, got cleaned up and called Meghan’s room to see if she’d seen “Brooke.” I was interrupted by a knock at my door so I hung up (there didn’t seem to be anyone there anyway).
Talk about timing: it was Brooke-as-Mandy and Meghan, standing right there. Brooke started immediately: “We need to talk.”
Those are never good words.
—–
This turned out to be a long, complex conversation.
First, Brooke urged me to tell Meghan about “everthing-as-in-absolutely-everything.” Which meant the Talk About Faeries. Which we had. It took a good hour. It explained a LOT that Meghan had never really understood. The Funcam. The spontaneous and unexplained orgasms she’d had after we’d broken up. Male-Brooke’s disappearance, Female-Brooke’s appearance, and their attraction to each other. The increasing urge she’d been having to give me blowjobs since we’d arrived here. Everything that everybody had been doing in the last week, really. And now, Brooke-as-Mandy, standing right there before her.
Meghan didn’t really want to believe it at first. Especially that last part about Brooke and Mandy having switched places. But then Brooke whispered some thing in her ear, the kind of things that make people blush, I think. Meghan’s eyes grew wide for a moment, then narrowed with suspicion.
“You know, there IS a way to know if you’re my Brooke…” She paused. “Amen!”
Nothing happened. I shook my head.
“Sorry, it looks like ALL the curses stayed with the body, so that won’t work on Mandy’s body. But I promise you, this is Brooke, not Mandy.”
Meghan sighed. “This stuff is crazy. I mean, too crazy to be made up, but it explains so much, I believe you.”
That was a small victory. It took a bit more time to convince her NOT to talk about this in front of Jennifer, or Jason, or Antony or Frank. This had to stay secret. It was already getting a little too much out of control, these last few years. For the longest time, I’d been the only one knowing about this. Then there was Mandy. Then Brooke. Now Meghan. At this rate, everyone I knew would learn about faeries before year’s end.
The next step was telling “Brooke” about what Meghan and I had done. This wasn’t my secret to tell, so I looked at Meghan.
“So is there anything YOU would like to talk about?”
Meghan may be a biatch and a ball-buster at times, but she’s not a hypocrit. She turned to “Brooke” and told her flat out. “I blew Jaycee. Twice.”
“Brooke’s” eyes widened. “You shitting me?!?”
“No. And the thing is, I still wanna do it. A LOT. Guess that’s faerie influence, right?” She looked at me.
I nodded. “Yeah. And if I’m honest, you talking about it makes me want it to happen.” My thoughts WERE getting pretty dirty, with me imagining Meg on her knees in front of me, my hands guiding her head in a back-and-forth motion. Yeah, it was getting exciting.
“Damn!” Brooke cursed. “Now you’ve got ME thinking about it!” She looked at my crotch, which was getting a bit overcrowded.
Fortunately, I snapped back to reality and backed away. “No, wait, this isn’t going in the right direction! We have to find Mandy. You guys gotta help me. Who knows what kind of trouble she’s getting into.”
There was a slight pause, probably while Meg and “Brooke” were deciding between a very sexual option and something more altruistic. And fortunately, altruism won. We set out to look for “Mandy.”
Separately.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
–Jaycee
Hi all,
Due to unforeseen circumstances, today’s update will come a little later in the day.
Thanks,
–Jaycee
Seeing a topless Brooke is every man’s dream. That girl has a KILLER body. Add to this a good tan, a proud rack, and nipples that look like they’re about to explode, and you’ve got an instant replacement for viagra.
Who the HELL were these guys she was with, though? This was MY girlfriend in there, even if the outer shell was someone else’s! (As I’m writing this, I realize how crazy this sounds, but that’s just my life, I guess.) I watched in horror as one guy pawed her left boob and leaned in to kiss her. My heart sank even deeper as I saw her instantly respond to the kiss. I knew Mandy enough to know when she was just friend-kissing, and passion-kissing. This was the latter, with extra sauce. She rolled on top of him and one of her hands dove toward his crotch. I couldn’t see much because of the bubbles, but from the motions that followed, it was easy to tell she was impaling herself on him. She started the rhythmic back-and-forth motion of sex, moaning and groaning like she hadn’t done it in weeks. The guy was clearly enjoying this, and while he was into the action, he was enough of an ass to lift a hand and blindly high-five the guy next to him.
A-hole! That’s my girl you’re banging!
I rushed over and stepped into the spa, shoving people aside, and reached for Mandy’s arm. Her hips were moving frantically and I could tell she was close to orgasm. Too bad! I yanked her away from her idiotic frat-boy lover, interrupting what was surely going to be a “Big One”(tm). Her partner didn’t seem too pleased either and made a move to get up.
“…the F***?” he exclaimed.
I held Mandy with one hand, pushed him down with the other. Even though I was fuming, I was also wracked with guilt. Somehow, this was my fault and Mandy was just a victim. Explaining this to the guy, though, was going to be complicated, so I improvised.
“My girl!” I shouted, with a nod toward Mandy. “You drugged her or something?!?” I didn’t leave him time to answer and turned to Mandy. “Let’s go!”
It was best to keep HIM on the defensive. I dragged a confused Mandy out of the spa, grabbed a towel and covered her with it. Then I turned to the guy.
“You haven’t heard the LAST of this!!!”
He wanted to get up again, but his friends held him down. We left with no fuss, which was fortunate since the guy would have easily made ground meat out of me. I took Mandy back to our hotel room, which took longer than expected because she was in heat and kept trying to coax me into having sex in a public place with her. She also came on to some couples we ran into and even one cleaning lady (who scurried away real fast, even after I “explained” my girlfriend was drunk).
In the bedroom, things got even more difficult for me. Mandy-as-Brooke was crazy with lust and didn’t make much sense. It was all “I need you” and “Gotta come” and “Take me now!” until I had a light bulb moment. Then I spoke the magic word:
“Amen!”
Yeah. THAT happened. And the screaming, spastic orgasm that followed lasted almost a minute.
—–
When Mandy finally came back to her senses, she was more coherent. She looked at me for a moment, then lowered her eyes and sobbed.
“I’m… sorry,” she whispered. “This is my fault.”
I sat with her and urged her to tell me the whole story. She told me the same thing Brooke had said. It was her who had initiated the kiss with Brooke. She confirmed my theory, too. It wasn’t something she’d ever considered before this trip, but since we’d arrived, she’d been looking at all the same girls I was attracted to, and she wanted to do with them everything I was imagining in my mind. I’d been fantasizing about kissing Brooke a lot, and putting my fingers (and other things) inside her was increasingly on my mind.
“Mandy,” I said. “I… don’t think it’s your fault. You KNOW this is faerie stuff, right?”
She nodded.
“Well, it looks like the more you tanned, the more you’ve felt what I feel toward other girls. I think it’s MY fault that you did this with Brooke, because I’ve been thinking about it too.”
Her gaze, still downcast, shifted toward my crotch.
“Because of that?”
She reached and grabbed my package with delicate fingers — it twitched almost instantly.
“Y-yes.” I gasped a little. Damn, that thing was really quick to get hard. I tried to lift Mandy’s face to look at me, but she resisted a little before looking up. It had been around ten minutes since her orgasm, and I could see Mandy’s soul fading in her eyes, to be replaced by the Predator I knew so well (and hated). Blood was draining from my brain and rushing to my crotch. I felt faint and hot at the same time, as Mandy (or, if you prefer, a hot, naked Brooke) pushed me back to lie on the bed, and slithered on top of me. She pushed her breasts to my face and guided a stiff, puffy nipple to my lips.
I wanted to resist, but — Lord she was HOT!
I was lost.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
–Jaycee
I’d spent all night searching for Mandy-as-Brooke, with no success. Brooke-as-Mandy was supposed to wait for me, but wasn’t in sight when I returned to my hotel room. I was really exhausted and had to catch a few hours of sleep. I’d have to figure out a story that would cover this whole thing up, but my mind was spinning in circles. Too tired, too strung out.
So I slept.
It didn’t last long. About an hour later, I was awakened by the sound of knocking at my door.
“Jaycee, open up! It’s me, Meg.” Her voice sounded urgent.
I dragged myself to the door, still in my boxer shorts, my mind too fuzzy to realize I featuring some impressive morning wood.
“Jaycee, c’mon!!!” Meghan insisted.
I unlocked the door and opened it. Meghan’s eyes didn’t even look at me — they dropped look at my crotch. A look of delight spread across her face.
“Awesome!” she exclaimed, dropping to her knees and instantly pulling down my boxers at the same time. My big guy sprung into view. She grabbed it and swallowed it like a starved woman. All this took half a second, then all the blood drained from me into that one area where it does little good. In a matter of seconds, I didn’t care that I was standing in the doorway of my hotel room, facing a grassy area outside, in view of anyone who’d happen to be looking in our direction. My sex-addled brain (thanks to the suntan curse) wasn’t much use.
So Meghan had her way with me. She looked frantic and her head bobbed back and forth faster than I’d ever seen her do before. In less than a minute, I’d reached a powerful climax and gave her everything she’d come looking for (and more, looked like). I thought she was done, but she just kept going, even though I was getting soft. I had to forcibly push her back before she snapped out of it.
“S-sorry,” she stammered. “Don’t know what came over me just there… I can’t stop thinking about that.”
I was about to make some kind of witty remark, but her last comment got me thinking. What if she wasn’t sex-starved, but just had an increasing to service me? Yeah, that fit… And Mandy — now that I thought about it, it wasn’t that she wanted more sex with me. What if she had a greater urge to do with me anything I wanted to do to a girl I was watching? Yeah, that fit too… And Jennifer! Sure, she had more sex with her boyfriend, but perhaps that was the result of HIS increased desire… Now that I thought about it… the more tanned she became, the more muscular she looked. And Brooke? It DID look like she had a major case of stiff nipples since we’d arrived. Maybe they were just bigger and crazy-sensitive… I’d have to ask her, next time I saw her…
Which brought me back to reality.
“Meg, you GOTTA go,” I said. “You can’t be here when Mandy returns. Or if Brooke shows up.”
“Now now, don’t be like that. We could have some more fun, you know?”
I interrupted her.
“This wasn’t fun. What we’ve done is stupid. You’ve got a girlfriend, and I’ve got mine. This was a mistake and it’s not happening again.”
She reached for my crotch, and just the act of grabbing me there was enough for me to start getting stiff again.
“Looks like not EVERYONE agrees…”
I pushed her naughty hand away, grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the door. She was chuckling at my reaction.
“Out.” I nudged her outside. I closed the door behind her.
“I’ll see you later for breakfast,” she shouted through the door. I heard her footsteps as she walked away.
—–
About a half-hour later, I had showered and was out looking for either Mandy or Brooke. I didn’t care who I found first, we really needed to coordinate and find everyone before it got messy. In particular, I was terrified at the thought that Mandy-as-Brooke might run into Meghan, and at what might happen then.
It took me several hours, but I finally ran into “my” Mandy (in Brooke’s body).
She was in a spa. Topless. Drunk. And with three buff and equally drunk guys.
Crap.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
–Jaycee
