by R L Singer
“Oh, yes, I have a pretty good guess,” I said and nodded my head, smirking.
He turned off the stove, drained the pasta and added it to the sauce. With that ready, Vince cleaned up his hands on a kitchen cloth and turned to face me. Cupping my face with both his hands he leaned over and stole my breath away with a hot, deep, passionate kiss.
“But, this time it will cost you a bit more,” he added a few moments later, surprising me.
“It will?” I asked, still breathing hard, as he slid his hands down my neck and chest towards my already hard peaks, claiming for his attention.
He cradled my breasts and, pinching my hard nipples over the thin fabric of my top and bra, he kissed me again, pinching harder, ripping a muffled moan from my lips.
“Yes… but we can talk about that over dinner,” he said, letting go of me and taking me to the table, already set for two.
“Dinner can wait…” I protested, feeling my hungry pussy clenching with craving need, eager to have him satisfying a very different appetite.
“No, it can’t wait.”
He took a seat in front of me with a naughty smile. It was so like him to turn on the fire between us and then make me wait.
“One of these days, I’ll be the one making you wait.”
I threatened him but he only chuckled. We both knew I only needed him to touch me for me to melt in his arms. It had always been like that.
“I want to see you try that.”
He teased me as he served the pasta into our plates.
Vince
I looked at Annie with a wicked grin. Teasing her and making her wet for me was one of my favorite things. She responded so beautifully to me, so quickly, it was quite a pleasure teasing her before making her mine. She showed me her tongue and swirled the spaghetti around her fork, before taking the first bite.
“Oh, this is so good,” she said, tilting her head back, making her fabulous blond mane fall down her back to her waist.
Her hair had been one of the things that had called my attention the first time I saw her. It was so beautiful, it shined under the sunlight as she danced to the rhythm of the music at the concert where I saw her for the first time. I was at the VIP section of the concert and she was near the stage, dancing, and singing.
It was so alluring I wasn’t able to resist going to where she was. I stood right behind her for just a few moments before she sensed my presence and turned around to look at me. She looked surprised as if she knew I hadn’t been there before.
“Hi,” I greeted her, with a smile.
She nodded, but turned around giving me her back. But I wanted her and I wasn’t letting her ignore me that easily. I stared at her back for a few more moments trying to find the best way to make her talk to me, but I didn’t have to. As if my eyes conjured a spell on her, she turned around to look at me again.
“Enjoying the concert?” I asked her, and she nodded. “I’m Vince, by the way.”
I stretched out my hand, praying to all the gods she would take it, feeling a bit like a teenager on my first date. But I couldn’t leave that place without a way to contact her. My gut told me she was special and it had been right. She meant the world to me.
“So, what’s the cost?” she asked me, bringing me back to the present. I sighed as some of my joy slipped away.
“Mamma called me. She wants me to go to Nonna’s house and go through her stuff. The real estate agent wants to put the house out on the market next week,” I explained, with a heavy sigh.
Annie looked at me, worry on her blue eyes.
“Are you sure you want them to sell that house?” she asked me, in a low tone.
“No, I’m not, but what would I do with that house? It’s too far from town for us to live there and too near for it to become a weekend house. It would be empty most of the time and that’s the last thing I want,” I explained though she knew all this.
“Yes, I know.”
“So, I need your help to check all her things. I know this is your free weekend, but I really would appreciate your help.”
“You know I’ll help you, love. You don’t have to ask me,” she assured me, stretching her hand over the table, covering mine.
“Thank you, amore.”
“We can go there as soon as I get out from work and that way we’ll have more time,” she suggested with a kind smile.
“Good. I’ll drive you to work tomorrow and pick you up when you’re done. That way we can go straight from work.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea.”
I had my own investment company so I made my own schedules, though I usually work up to twelve hours a day. I was used to it and I loved it. Before I met Annie, it was the most important thing in my life.
We finished eating and quickly cleared the kitchen. I was still filling the dishwasher when she came up to me and caressed my jeans’ fly, feeling my cock get hard immediately.
“I’m heading to the shower - don’t be long,” she said, teasing me as her hand squeezed me gently.
I chuckled and shook my head.
“Don’t worry, you won’t notice I was gone,” I assured her.
She laughed and ran up the stairs to our room.
Annie
I ran up the stairs, determined to be in bed by the time he came up. I took off all my clothes on my way to the bathroom and soon I was under the warm stream of water, washing my long hair. I was still rinsing the shampoo out of it when I felt Vince’s arms around my waist.
“Starting without me?” he whispered in my ear.
“I thought you hadn’t finished in the kitchen,” I said with a naughty smirk on my face.
He slid his hands up to my breasts and clamped my nipples with his fingers, pinching hard.
“Oh, but I did. I couldn’t let you have all the fun, could I?”
“I guess not.”
My words came out as a moan and Vince pushed himself closer to me, allowing me to feel his hard cock poking my back.
“Besides, you owe me, remember?” he continued, as his fingers kept pinching and twisting my hard nipples, sending swirls of sweet pain and pleasure rushing through my whole body. It felt so good, I moaned out loud and tilted my head back.
“Oh, I just love the way you moan for me, amore,” he whispered in my ear making me moan louder.
My hips rocked back looking for more, eager to feel his hard cock pressed against them and with a soft chuckle, Vince released my breasts, to make me rest my hands on the stall’s wall, pushing my hips toward him, bending me to his will.
It only took him a second to bury his powerful member deep into my drenched pussy, stretching my walls to fit him and ripping a small cry of pleasure out of my lips. Grasping my hips with one hand and sliding the other to my throbbing clit, he started to plunge deep inside me, in and out, in a breathtaking rhythm that quickly took us to edge and beyond. Nothing compared to feeling him lose control and pour his essence deep inside me as he growled and shuddered.
Swirling in a fantastic turmoil of pleasure and bliss, we quivered under the strength of that amazing orgasm and my legs caved in. Vince held me against him preventing me from falling, breathing hard and still shaking a bit.
“The pleasure you give me never ceases to amaze me, amore,” he whispered in my ear before he flipped me around in his arms and captured my lips in a passionate kiss.
“I can say the same, baby,” I murmured against his lips.
Smiling, he helped me finish bathing before I helped him and only a few minutes later, we were in bed, in each others' arms.
The following day was just another full day, but I was looking forward going to Nonna’s house. It was a pity we couldn’t keep it, but Vince was right: It was too far away for both of us and it would be a shame seeing it empty almost all the time.
We reached the house before sunset and put ourselves to work. We only had to check some boxes in the attic, since Vince’s mom had gone through the rest of the things.
“This sho
uldn’t take us long and then we can enjoy the rest of the weekend here,” Vince told me, hugging me from behind and kissing my nape.
“That would be great,” I said and tilted my head back, looking at him.
He kissed my lips before he released me and said, “Do you want to have dinner now or after we go through some of the boxes?”
“After would be better. It’s too early to have dinner.”
He took my hand in his and guided me to the attic. In a few moments, we were surrounded by a few boxes, checking old papers and all kinds of stuff.
“Wow, your grandfather was quite the romantic,” I told him as I went through one of the man’s letters to his fiancee at the time. Vince chuckled.
“Yes, he was a real Latin lover, able to do magic with his words, not only with women but with all people around him. He would have been an amazing politician if he had chosen that path.”
“I would have loved to meet him,” I assured him with a sad smile. His grandfather had been dead for ten years when we met.
“He would have loved you, I’m sure of that. Just like Nonna did,” he replied with a smile.
We went back to checking the rest of the things and at some point, Vince took out of one box a small silver chest.
“What’s that?” I asked him, curious. It was a beautiful chest, with strange engravings.
“I have no idea, it’s the first time I've seem it.”
There was a slight frown on his face.
“Open it. Let’s see what it is,” I said, encouraging him to open the box.
Vince
I heard Annie’s words and a part of me wanted to open the chest. But, the other part was a bit cautious as if it sensed whatever it was in that chest would change our lives. It was a silly feeling - I knew that - but I didn’t seem to be able to shake it off.
With a sigh, I opened the chest and found a small diary in it with a small, dark red velvet box, similar to those used for rings, but this one was a bit larger.
“That looks like a diary,” Annie said, peeking inside the chest.
“Yes, it does.”
I took it out and realized it was two diaries and not just one, tied with a leather strip. I carefully untied them and handed one to Annie while I took a look at the other.
“Oh, this one is from your grandfather,” she said as soon as she opened the small red book. “But the things written on it… it doesn’t make any sense.”
I was taking a look at the one I had in my hands and I was about to say the same. The handwriting belonged to my grandmother, there was no doubt, but the things she had written on it made no sense at all.
“This one doesn’t make sense either,” I told Annie. “Take a look at it.” I handed her the diary I was holding and she gave me hers.
“This is so strange. They’re describing situations as if they… I mean… this sound insane, I’m sure, but listen to this: ‘When I got into his body the first time, I was thrilled with his strength and power…’ and the diary you have in your hands goes pretty much like this one,” Annie said, trying to make some sense of what she was reading.
“I know.”
I was more than puzzled.
“Check the small box. Let’s see what’s in it,” she urged me and, putting down the book, I picked up the velvet box and opened it.
Inside, there were two rings: one clearly for a woman, though a bit bigger than you would expect, and another one a lot simpler and smaller that was probably meant for a man. I figured they were made of white gold or platinum and the rubies on the woman’s ring looked quite real.
“Oh, they look amazing. Had you ever seen those?” Annie asked me, leaning forward to take a good look at it.
“No, never. At least, not as far as I remember,” I assured her.
“They are strange rings. Was your grandmother taller than your grandfather?” she asked me.
“No, Nonno was as tall as I am, with a muscled body from working in construction almost all his life. And you remember Nonna, she was petite.”
“And yet, the rings look as if they were made for a big woman and a small man,” she said, clearly puzzled.
“I know: It doesn’t make much sense.”
“Maybe they didn’t belong to them. Did you meet your great grandparents?”
“Yes, when I was a kid. But all the men in my family are like me: tall and strong,” I assured her, picking up the biggest ring.
Annie took the smaller ring, and before I could say anything, she slid it on her left ring finger.
“See - this fits perfectly on me. No way it would fit in a grown man’s finger,” she said, showing me her hand.
Like Nonna, Annie was petite - a little over five feet tall and thin - though she had amazing curves in all the right places.
“That’s definitely made for a woman, but it doesn’t make any sense,” I said, agreeing with her.
“Try the other one on,” she insisted, still wearing the other ring.
My guts were telling me not to do it, but it was a silly feeling. What could possibly go wrong just for trying the ring on, right?
I slid the ring on and it fit perfectly. But, before I was able to say anything, a strange surge of energy rushed through me and all of a sudden I was lying on the floor, staring at the attic’s ceiling.
“What the hell?”
I sat up quickly and looked around. Shock almost made me pass out.
“Love…? What’s going on?”
My voice was coming out of my body, yet I was not in my body. I looked at myself and I realized I was in Annie’s body.
“This is insane. What the hell is going on?” I grumbled, hearing Annie’s voice coming out of me.
“We switched bodies.”
The small yell coming from my body startled me, but I realized it was the only thing that made sense in this crazy situation. My soul was in Annie’s body and hers was in mine. We had switched bodies.
“The rings. The rings did this,” I concluded and tried to push the ring off my finger, but to no avail.
“I can’t take mine off either,” Annie grumbled.
“We need to read those diaries. There must be an explanation for this situation,” I said, picking up the one that belonged to my grandmother and going through it. Annie did the same with the other one.
“Here… it says that they will come off after two days,” Annie said, pointing to a part of the diary.
“They’re meant to help the couple understand each other by making them walk in the other one's shoes.”
“Two days? Damn, this is insane,” I growled, frustrated.
Annie
I chuckled when I heard him growl. I looked at my new body, enjoying my muscles, my height, and my strength. It felt good to be powerful for a change.
“Baby, just think of the possibilities,” I told him, tilting my head to look at him.
“What do you mean? I’m in a woman’s body – where the hell are the possibilities?” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his new breasts.
“For two days, you’ll have your own breasts to play with whenever you want, doing whatever you please,” I pointed out with a naughty smirk on my face.
He looked at me as if I was crazy but a few seconds later he realized I was right.
“Hmmm, you have a point there,” he murmured.
I closed the distance between us and cradled his face in my hands.
“We can have a lot of fun. Fortunately, we have a weekend ahead of us so this will be a fun time for us.”
“But… I’m a woman…” he grumbled, still not completely pleased with the whole situation.
“I know…” I brushed his lips with mine a couple of times, before I slid my tongue between his, deepening the kiss and pulling him closer to me. “A gorgeous one.”
I teased him, releasing his lips with a tiny nibble.
“I guess I’m starting to see your point, amore.”
He finally accepted, leaning towards me and kissing me.
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nbsp; “So, why don’t we take a little break and go explore our new bodies?” I suggested with a wicked smile.
“That's the best idea I’ve heard in a long time,” he whispered in my ear.
I took his hand and dragged him to our bedroom.
Now, I had the chance to take the lead - to be on top and, for once, make him wait and play by my rules. That felt pretty amazing.