Did you hear it right? Did Jessica just proposed you to have sex? And not just that – in the skins of others?
“What made you think about this?” you say, trying to keep your focus on the road.
“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Babe. Think about it. Lot to experiment and study, lot to learn.”
“I mean – why this idea all of a sudden? You’ve never asked me to do it.”
She chuckles, sounding less like her and more like the girl she’s wearing. “You should have.” However, as she straightens out, her face twists into the Jessica you know (and love). “To be fair, I would’ve said no. But with this... I dunno. Feels like an obvious thing to experiment with – and the funniest as well.”
“What if they work so well you get pregnant and it seals you in?”
“Like I said – might as well test it. And if it doesn’t happen, then we know we can fool around without fear. Plus, I’ve always been curious, and since it’s with you...”
“It’s just that I never imagined you’d be the kind of girl that’d be adventurous.”
“I normally wouldn’t,” she confesses. “Obviously I don’t want this to happen to me, and wearing my little sister weirded me out. When I realized you needed some help, I thought – why not make this a learning experience? So that we could do good with it.” You cross looks with her, breaking her bluff. “And I got really curious too, alright? Speaking of curious – who are these guys anyways?”
“His name’s Ashton Kennedy."
“Wait - how did you know? Bet it was a lucky guess."
“Checked it while you were prepping,” you say as you draw his wallet. “That’s how I figured he had to have a car – then I checked the keys.”
“Rookie mistake.” She grabs her purse and rummages through until she finds a card. “Allison. Allison Tennyson.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She draws on a weathered letter, showing an official seal. “Oh. She’s emancipated.” She draws another ID card, this time from the local Save-Mart. “And she’s got a job."
“That means we should--”
“If she was at that party, either it’s her off day or she’s skipping and she’d be in trouble.”
You nod, since that was a pretty solid deduction. “Well, you know more about her than I know about this guy.”
“If something happens, blame it on the weed.” She looks at her attire, then looks at herself in the mirror. “Dave, I know it sounds weird, but... If I were to cut my hair like this, and put on piercings and whatnot--”
“Babe,” you tell her with a stunning remark. “If I’m here with you, it doesn’t matter how you look. I’d love you the same, because it’s you.”
“Yeah, but it’s not gonna be the same me.”
“It’s gonna be you on the inside. That’s why I said it.”
That leaves her deep in thought, the silence only broken as she makes a very deep confession. “You know what? I see what Claire liked about this. We should figure how to make best use of this, but... I don’t mind a little fun now and then.”
You snort in relief, for while you didn’t want to admit it, you’re also enticed by the idea. You just wanted her to tell you that, to lean on her choice.
You see her admiring her new face in the mirror. She’s trying her best not to appear as herself, giving herself sultry looks at the mirror. You press on the gas, hoping the cops don’t catch you before that fire burning inside you extinguishes out.
--
You’ve never been here, but you know why this place would be called Lovers’ Hill. It’s an overlook on a hill, surrounded by woods, showing the landscape of Edgefield – a place you’d take your girl for sightseeing. You figure the lights at night – both sky and town – are spectacular, but you’re too early for that.
It’s also rather isolated, which is perfect for the ones who aren’t. Tire tracks are all over the place, revealing the usual hiding spots for the strictly “lovers” part of it.
As soon as you park and turn the car off, you give your girl a good look. Knowing that your girlfriend Jessica Hunt is inside the skin of Allison Tennyson taints your thoughts. It almost feels like you’re cheating on each other, but as their significant others – and they are doing the same with you.
She unbuckles and mounts atop you, practicing her sultry look. “So... here, or on the truck bed?”
“Let’s stay here for now,” you say, grabbing her loins. Your thing’s ready to burst, your heart racing as you prepare to commit the deed. You struggle to unbutton her jeans as she assaults you with a hot tongue kiss. Together, you yank her jeans and her panties in a single swoop, and she eagerly gets rid of yours.
You didn’t have the chance to see it before, but now you can admire Ashton’s manhood, and it fills you with shame. It’s long, thick and throbbing, triggered by having your girlfriend moaning with delight like the slutty goth she’s (literally) wearing. She teases you with her labia before she sinks in, and you can see her eyes twist upwards and her jaw unhinge.
“Oh, God, yes!” She begins humping you – hard – and you feel how her womanhood destroys your rationality. Soon, she slips her shirts off and yanks her bra off, leaving her petite breasts at eye level, their nipples ready like cannons. “Suck them up, Babe.”
You comply, but you also scratch her loins, and she shivers like if possessed, amping the intensity. Jessica’s “good girl” vibes have been fully replaced by Allison’s wicked lust.
And soon, your gentlemanly behavior gives way to Ashton’s raw manliness. You twist around, leaving her on the seat, and even the blare of the klaxon did little to scare you. Your eyes cannot distinguish Jessica from Allison – they only see a woman hungry for you, and you hungry for her.
But you grin in victory, for it’s not his name she utters, but yours. “Mmm, Dave! Pound me with that jackhammer like if I were hiding a treasure!”
And she knows how to make you feel like a millionaire. “Make Ashton jealous he can’t pound his girl like you, Babe. Make his thing yours. Make me squeal.”
You respond her dare with one of your own. “Then make his girl jealous that you’re fucking me and not her, Babe.” And as she meets your rhythm and intensity, you proudly exclaim her name. “Oh God, Jessica! I love you!”
And so you utter your names – and not theirs – as you steal their climax as you did their looks.
--
Dusk is rapidly approaching, and you can’t get enough of each other. Your thing (his?) is in pain, you’re panting madly and your heart and brain pound with explosions. You’ve left Jessica panting from her mouth, shivering with excitement as she bits her lip.
You are taking a short rest to admire the look, holding her atop you while you laying on the truck bed. (Ashton must have a good mechanic, because you tested his pick-up's suspension to the limit.) Her hair rubs on your chest as she twists to her side, moaning. “That was magical, Dave.”
“I agree.”
“I feel guilty, though.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m liking this look.” She stands up, showing you Allison’s full naked body. “I wanna borrow her every now and then.”
You like the idea, but you let your brain respond. “Jessica--”
“And why not have you borrow Ashton too? We could use his pick-up to go around, check the town, maybe fool around like we did now.”
“Babe, you’re doing to her what Katie wanted to do with you.”
That ruins her mood, for she kneels in defeat. “Right. But... Not always. Like, once per month or something. Not take over, like Katie wanted, but just... have a vacation from ourselves. And maybe test a couple other couples, y’know.”
“Like?”
“Sonya and Ryan. I wanna feel what’s to be the popular girl for once.”
You nod to her plan. “I could agree to that. But we gotta be careful.”
“Oh, sure! It’d be fun if you were on the trail of the mysterious ‘school faintings’, though. Maybe if we acted weird and said we were also victims, we’ll throw attention off us.”
“Does it have to be students?”
Allison’s eyes sparkle with Jessica’s gleam, her smirk twisting into her own. “Who are you thinking about?”
“Teachers?”
“You want to see what’s with Mrs. Martinez?” she deduces from your clue, then makes a terrible imitation of her. “Then I am going to twiss you like a towel, muchacho!”
You laugh at the silliness of it all, easing your pain. You give a good look at each other, snorting. “One more go?”
“I thought you’d never ask...” She turns around, her ass towards you. “But this time, let’s do it doggy-style...”
--
It’s only as Kelly calls Jessica out that you finally leave. It’s already dark, and you promised her you’d take her to school. (You’ll leave them there, you figure, hoping they won’t grow suspicious.)
Her frantic texting, however, makes you aware of something. She said she caught Lindsey on the party, for she was Kelly before. But Kelly seemed to be on the plan, given her reaction. Did she tell someone else?
You’ll have to learn as you meet her outside one of the more isolated bathrooms. “What took you so long? I thought you were gonna--”
“We were taking these for a test drive,” Jessica said, confirming your suspicions.
“If I had known, I would’ve done the same...” She sighs, scratching the back of her neck. “Let’s go, or else Mom’s gonna chew us both.”
Mom? Your eyes open as you recognize the one inside, pulling her face off Kelly’s. “Claire? You brought Claire into this!?”
“Sorry, Babe! I know you didn’t want her to deal with them again, but--”
“You two are gonna need some help with your plan,” your little sister said. “You’ll need some help to keep Katie sane, too. So... I figured, if I offer myself to help you, it’ll be easier, and I’ll get to play with these again.”
“As long as you don’t tell anyone else,” you warn her, and she blows raspberries.
“Davey! I learned the lesson - I'm not dumb! So... when are we gonna do this again?”
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