Foolish Choices

by L M Gregory

  But Jeff placed small kisses across Mike’s lips. His tongue flicking out for gentle licks. Each leaving a tingling that grew with each subsequent kiss and lick. The tingle spread from his lips, across his neck, and down his shoulders.

  Even as Mike’s arousal grew, Jeff took his time. Hands gently caressed Mike’s back. He’d worn a dress from the closet this time, having gained some confidence. He’d even put on his own makeup, though not going anywhere near as far as the salon he’d used before his night at the club. Jeff had first seen him without makeup anyway.

  After some time kissing that left Mike’s whole body tingling pleasantly, Jeff slowly lowered Mike down on his back. Jeff’s weight pushed Mike down, not in a bad way, but almost comforting.

  No. More than comforting. The power and that Jeff held it back was arousing. Mike wanted to hurry Jeff but didn’t. He let Jeff set the pace.

  Slow seemed to be the word of the day.

  Each kiss lingering. Each caress a decadent exploration rather than the firm touches Mike had become used to with the other men. It was odd thinking of other men while with Jeff. But the thoughts kept popping in, how would it be in the end? Better? Would Mike miss the quick fuck? Or discover that slow sex was even better?

  Jeff trailed kisses down Mike’s neck. Mike rolled his head back with a moan. Okay, that felt amazing.

  He shivered when Jeff found a spot just under his ear that almost felt directly connected to Mike’s clit.

  “More,” Mike demanded; his arms wrapped around Jeff’s head.

  “Oh, greedy. I like it,” Jeff said.

  Mike laughed. He felt more relaxed than at any time prior with a man. Even as the pleasure continued to grow.

  Jeff might have liked Mike’s demand, but he ignored it. Keeping his slow and steady pace.

  By the time Jeff lifted Mike back up to help him out of his dress, Mike’s body thrummed with so much pleasure he felt like he was hovering right on the verge of an orgasm. An explosion unlike anything he’d experienced before.

  But it diminished as they stripped. Not going away, but some of the built-up pleasure dissipating, being replaced with anticipation. The anticipation of Jeff’s cock, sure, but even more, an expectation that Jeff would continue his skillful pleasuring.

  And boy did he.

  Kisses on Mike’s bare shoulders felt wonderful. Hands on the bare skin of his ribs tickled pleasantly.

  Jeff used every finger, every kiss, to ramp up Mike’s pleasure until he hovered just on the edge again. How did he do that? Mike had thought he’d been good with Diana. That had taken years of learning her likes and dislikes. Of course, seeing her with Chad had shattered that belief.

  But Jeff kissed and touched and each touch enhanced Mike’s desire. Grew it. Mike could feel the slickness between his legs. The ache that begged to be filled.

  “Jeff,” Mike groaned.

  But the man just chuckled, a more evil sound Mike had never heard. And it sounded wonderful.

  Jeff’s lips replaced his hands on Mike’s breasts. Kissing and licking the aroused nipples. Each touch sending a wash of delight through Mike. There seemed to be so many places that aroused Mike further while Jeff seemed dead set on finding them all.

  His hands drifted downward. Teasing. Delighting. Caressing.

  Around Mike’s belly button.

  Further down.

  Mike’s hips rose against the weight of Jeff as Jeff teased near Mike’s groin.

  “Touch me, please,” Mike pleaded.

  Jeff responded with more teasing. Kisses and licks to the breast. A slow circle around Mike’s slit, never quite reaching the center of Mike’s pleasure no matter how much Mike shifted his body to reach Jeff’s hand.

  Which just made that moment so much more amazing. A flare of exquisite pleasure raced through Mike just from the touch of Jeff’s fingers on his outer folds.

  More touches left Jeff quivering. “Fuck me,” Mike demanded.

  But again, Jeff just laughed him off.

  What a dick!

  Yet, Mike couldn’t complain.

  Though he moaned a complaint when Jeff’s lips left his breast. Fingers trailing upward and downward in Mike’s slit kept him from making another demand. How could he when his pleasure just kept rising? How could Mike not have reached the peak already? He felt like he was floating on a cloud that just kept going up and up.

  Kisses burned down Mike’s stomach.

  What was Jeff doing?

  Not that Mike didn’t know, he was just surprised. None of the others had done it. Not even hinted at it. Even when they’d spent the night in bed.

  Mike cried out at the first touch of Jeff’s lips to his nether region.

  Screamed when Jeff’s tongue parted him. Danced around his clit.

  Ever closer.

  Slow.

  Gentle.

  Always closer.

  Never there.

  Until it was.

  And Mike soared higher.

  Shuddered.

  Soared.

  His fingers closed in Jeff’s short-cropped hair, holding Jeff to Mike’s lower lips. Jeff kept teasing. Slow licks. Slow touches with his tongue to Mike’s clit.

  Growing pleasure.

  Mike’s head spun.

  How had he not known this was possible?

  What was wrong with the other men? Mike had always loved going down on women, but that had been a relationship thing.

  Jeff didn’t seem to have an issue.

  And seemed damn good.

  As Mike edged closer, trembling so close he knew it was time, Jeff backed off.

  The fuck?

  “Jeff!” he said instead.

  Teased around his thighs. Danced around Mike’s folds. Mike tried pulling him back, but Jeff ignored him.

  Until he complied, when Mike’s impending orgasm had backed off.

  Jeff did it again.

  And again.

  Until Mike neared tears.

  “Please,” Mike cried. He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for. Release. Release and pleasure. The final moment.

  When it came, Mike had almost been ready to try and wrestle Jeff into submission, a proposition he knew wouldn’t have worked, but desperation bred crazy ideas.

  Mike barely noticed when Jeff licked past the point of no return.

  His peak went so high that for one long moment Mike feared he was going to pass out. And then his body exploded in pleasure. Wracking spasms so powerful that he’d have gone flying off the couch had Jeff not held him in place.

  A scream that shook the foundation of Jeff’s house or so it seemed to Mike.

  And when he came down?

  Jeff wasn’t even done.

  Not even close.

  He teased Mike back.

  Mike lost track of the number of times.

  Until Jeff knelt between his legs. Trembling on the verge of another orgasm. A climax that overwhelmed him the first thrust. Which grew into more peaks with each thrust.

  A fierce kiss cut off Mike’s cries when Jeff joined him in finishing. Warmth pulsated into Mike, such incredible warmth.

  Could Mike give that up to be with a woman?

  Why had the thought had to pop in right then?

  It faded when Jeff picked Mike up and carried him into a dark bedroom for a night of intense pleasures.

  Any hope for coffee long forgotten.

  The Big Day

  Studying Chad wasn’t tricky, he stuck mostly to the gym or going out with Diana. Though going out might have been stretching things, they mostly went back to Mike’s old place. Fuckers.

  Veronica went in and out of Mike’s old place as well, sometimes even while Chad and Diana were there. What was going on? Mike had no way of knowing except the little tidbits Beth dropped. All she could say was what she heard, which was mostly moaning and groaning, the squeak of the bed, and screams of passion. Not exactly what Mike wanted to hear.

  Still, his relationship with Beth continued. They went out
. They made out, but never any further. Beth wanted Mike to finish his quest before she’d agree to go further. That seemed fair to Mike, though it left him horny as hell.

  Finally, Mike decided on a plan. Observation led to a simple conclusion about Chad. He wanted to be the one to pursue the woman, not be pursued. Not that he minded being admired. The man preened more than a peacock. Look, but don’t touch, seemed to be his motto. As soon as a woman came up to him, he shut down. But Mike had seen him chasing women who hadn’t gone after him.

  Which brought up a twist. Chad was clearly cheating on Diana. That meant if Mike went through with his plans for vengeance, and he mentioned to Chad that he needed Chad’s body, he could end up in Chad’s body. Now Beth had made clear she liked boys and girls, so that wasn’t a problem. And she’d descriptively described Chad as quite yummy. No problem there, except a bit of jealousy.

  The biggest problem was that Mike wouldn’t get his own body back if he continued on the path of revenge.

  Ever.

  Could he live with that? Being Veronica was hard. Even after weeks, he still woke up in shock that he wasn’t in his body. The right body. Strolling down the sidewalk, he’d catch a reflection of himself in the windows and couldn’t recognize the person.

  Maybe being in a male body would be more comfortable. Or perhaps a second swapped body would drive him crazy. Crazier?

  Mike sighed. He didn’t know. But he had to try. He just couldn’t let go of the need for revenge. It burned in him every night.

  So, he stalked Chad and made his plans.

  Mike stretched, bending over at the waist. A burning feeling rose in his cheeks. Even though he was exposing himself intentionally, he couldn’t fight the embarrassment. But Chad was working out behind him, and he needed to attract the man’s attention.

  Sweaty, even though he wore little, Mike continued to work his way through yoga poses. Exercise had never been his thing when he’d been Mike, so the effort required for yoga had surprised him. Nothing worked better for enticing sexual poses though. Boobs, breasts, legs, stomach, and even the neck displayed for all to see.

  Which was a slight problem. Mike was trying to target a single man, not the whole damn gym. He’d received dozens of compliments, phone numbers, and outright requests for sex. Some he’d even taken up. To, uh, keep in practice.

  Nothing from Chad though.

  Yet.

  Mike stretched further, his ass sticking high into the air, flexing. The rules—written and unwritten—of the gym suggested not looking and certainly not hitting on other people, but everyone seemed to ignore those rules. Mike would have been hard-pressed not to stare at Veronica.

  Oddly, neither exercise nor food seemed to have any effect on the Veronica body. He could eat what he wanted and not gain weight. He could exercise from sunrise to sunset and not gain any strength.

  The flexibility he used to go through the yoga poses already existed in the body.

  As did the strength.

  Mike lifted one arm, stretching, balancing ass up, on a single hand. Part of him didn’t want to give up the Veronica body. Even for one as muscular as Chad.

  Maybe I need therapy.

  “Nice form,” a deep voice said.

  Weeks of practice let Mike keep from falling over. Barely. He held the pose for a moment longer before setting his arm down and flowing into a stand.

  Now, who wanted to talk to him? Mike paused.

  Chad.

  “Uh, thanks,” Mike said. Chad had finally taken the bait.

  “I’m surprised how well and long you can hold your poses. I’ve never even seen you strength train.”

  Ass, seemed to think only heavy lifting meant getting stronger. But Mike kept his thought to himself. Driving off his prey at this point would be counterproductive.

  Wiping sweat from his face with his towel, Mike took a moment to compose himself. “Yeah, I just never took it up.” Come on, come to mommy. Eww, let’s not go there. “Well, thanks for the compliment. I need to hit the showers.”

  Mike walked off. Leave him wanting more and leave him with an image of me naked. Perfect.

  Balancing on one leg and arm, Mike kept his breathing slow and even. It was a struggle. The Veronica body worked oddly. The inability to gain from exercise meant Mike was limited to what the body could do. He still liked pushing himself. Something he’d never have thought before becoming Veronica. I should have taken up exercise as Mike. Something Diana had gently suggested from time to time.

  Missed opportunities.

  Speaking of opportunities… Chad hovered near Mike. As he’d been doing for the last few days since speaking. He hadn’t come over again, but when Mike was at the gym, Chad could be found nearby.

  Even when working out with Diana. He’d caught his ex giving him speculative looks. Perfect, this is going better than I could have expected.

  One side effect though was that since Chad had encroached on Mike’s space, no other men would come near him. Mike had always brushed off the whole alpha male thing, but at least at this gym, it appeared to have some truth. Though it could be fear, was that it even different?

  Mike sighed. Considering sociological issues while executing a seduction plan, just didn’t work.

  He pushed off his theories and got back to work.

  After each pose, Chad was closer.

  Ass pose.

  Breast pose.

  Leg pose.

  Mike didn’t care about the real names, he chose the names based on the part he was trying to flirt with.

  And it worked.

  Chad soon stopped next to Mike.

  “Hey,” Chad said.

  Not exactly Mr. Conversation, but when you looked like Chad did, conversation wasn’t that important.

  Mike rubbed his face with a towel to hide his flush. What was he thinking? Good looking men, fine, he could accept that he could find men good looking, but geez, was it necessary to push aside everything else?

  Then again, he didn’t intend to start a relationship with Chad. Just a single glorious sexual conquest. Or however many it took to get Diana to catch them.

  Mike had a plan. A simple one. A hotel. He’d get Chad to agree to the hotel. When Chad went to the bathroom, Mike would use Chad’s phone to send a text to Diana, getting her to come over. Leave a message with the front desk to let her up when she arrived and boom! Caught in the act. Vengeance and, if he wanted to try for it, a new male body all in one.

  One step at a time. Chad had to want Mike.

  “Hello… I’m sorry. I can’t remember your name.” Leave him thinking I don’t want him. That seemed to be the key from what Mike had observed. The less a woman wanted Chad, the more he wanted her. As if he couldn’t live with the idea that a woman didn’t want him. Chad must go bonkers around lesbians.

  “Chad,” he said. “And you’re Veronica.”

  Of course you know my name. Mike hid a smile. “That’s me.”

  “So, uh, your poses look good. Have you tried any two-person ones?”

  Ah, little peacock, so easy. “Not really. It was nice to see you again.”

  Mike turned and walked off, a reflection showing the scrunched up brow of a confused Chad.

  This time Chad approached Mike almost as soon as he started working out. Did it count as working out if Mike couldn’t get any benefit? He shrugged. The benefits might not be to the body, but that wasn’t why Mike worked out anyway.

  Chad was the target.

  And Mike seemed to be reeling him in.

  “Care to workout together?”

  Mike paused. “Do you do yoga?”

  “Uh, I thought maybe we could, um, lift, or something.”

  Mike smiled. “I don’t really lift. Thanks, though.”

  Chad stomped away.

  “Hey, do you think you could teach me some of your workouts?”

  “You want to do yoga?”

  Chad rubbed the back of his head. “Uh, yeah?”

  Mike considered. Had
he gone far enough? Was it time to make a move? Or would that just scare Chad off? Subtle. No, not subtle. Chad wasn’t smart enough for that. Overt, but with just enough ambiguity that Chad would think it his idea.

  “Thanks, but I don’t exercise with people. At the gym anyway.” Mike smiled. Come on peacock. You can figure this out.

  Chad frowned. “At the gym?” His frown deepened. Then his eyes lit up. “Well, maybe we could go someplace else?”

  Mike cocked his head. He wanted to jump for joy. Finally. “I know just the place. But I’ll need to borrow your body for a bit.”

  If the odd phrasing bothered Chad he didn’t say anything, just grinned with having finally completed his conquest.

  Foolish Vengeance

  “I’ve got this,” Mike said to Chad.

  Chad frowned but didn’t stop Mike from approaching the hotel desk. Mike knew the hotel clerk. He knew all of them at this place. He’d made sure to.

  “Hey Doug,” Mike said with a wink.

  Doug grinned back, glanced over Mike’s shoulder while his grin grew wider. “Damn girl, this may be your best yet.”

  A slight blush swept across Mike’s cheeks, but he’d been fucking so many men that embarrassment had become harder and harder to come by.

  “Dumb and built, just how I like them.”

  Doug laughed. “Me too,” Doug said with a wink.

  “Say, there’s going to be a woman coming by later, could you give her a key to my room?”

  “A woman?” Doug sighed and put his hand over his heart. “You’re going to break my heart, sweetheart.”

  Mike snickered. “We both know you’re only interested in my male dates.”

  “Good point. Maybe this one will need comforting after you crush his dreams?”

  “You never know,” Mike agreed. Though it was unlikely. Nothing in Chad’s behavior indicated any interest in men. Though if he swapped with Mike that might change. Of course, Doug wouldn’t have any interest in Chad then! Maybe I could make Doug’s night if I get Chad’s body.

  “Here’s your key. Have fun.”