by Sophie Pert
I pushed up off of him, lifting my hips to let his cock slip between my legs once more before I plunged myself down onto it.
Here, in my old bed, tangled up in my sheets, I mounted him.
My roommate was fucking a woman in my bed and I didn’t care.
I was fucking my roommate in my bed and I didn’t care.
His hands gripped my hips as I began to buck on him, slowly moving my hips back and forth as he pushed into me from below. His hip movements were erratic, as if he was desperately trying to hold back from something. I sensed it in his arms, in the tension of his chest, in the look in his eyes.
He was close.
Something about that barely restrained animalism set something off inside of me. My hips moved of their own accord, rocking on an ocean of pure arousal.
I pressed my hands against the firm hardness of his body, feeling his muscles moving beneath the skin.
I moved atop him and felt him fill me up from below.
I grinned at him, knowing full well how I was making him feel.
He lost control.
His grip on my hips tightened as he moved. He flipped me without ever leaving me, his cock still firmly buried deep inside of me.
Now, with his heavy weight pressing down on my slender form, he began to buck his hips in earnest. He quickly lost control of even that.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me, crushing our lips together as I hooked my legs around his slender waist.
He worked between my legs as his chest crushed into my breasts. I felt him filling me up from below, the sensation of him stretching me no longer overwhelming or overpowering. It was just infinitely satisfying.
His grunts were that of an animal, rhythmic and feral in nature, I felt him grip the sheets around me as he struggled to hold on.
I squeezed myself around his thick cock and felt the tension rocket through his body.
He was so close. I was making him so close. The feeling of power that came from that was almost indescribable.
And then he slipped, his full weight on me for just a moment. It took my breath away and I remembered that fantasy, that need to be under the weight of someone so intensely masculine.
I smelled the scent of manliness on him, felt the weight of him atop me, heard his grunts of feral animalism, felt his thick cock plunging into me time and again and again.
His teeth nipped lightly at my neck, and that was enough to set me over the edge.
I held onto him, gripping his body desperately as I tensed in anticipation. I trembled beneath his overpowering bulk as he relentlessly thrust his thick cock deep inside of me over and over again.
I clenched my eyes shut tightly, holding on until I felt myself crest over.
I came crashing down on the other side, issuing not a sound as my mouth opened wide in a silent cry. I tensed on him, and felt him push on regardless, pounding crest after crest of satisfaction over my body like a crashing tide.
He pushed away from me, pulling out of me and gripping his cock in one hand. He stroked it quickly as I sat up and pressed my breasts towards the tip of his cock.
His head flew back as he roared to the empty room and his cock exploded in great torrents all over me. It spurted again and again and again, his hand shuffling up and down his shaft in ragged and uneven strokes.
He coated my breasts nearly completely, and I smiled at the evidence of my satisfaction.
Stepping back he looked over me, and then a smile broke out over his face as well.
I stood and walked up to him, wrapping one hand around the back of his head and kissing him. He responded enthusiastically, pressing his tongue roughly into my mouth. I mewled lightly and pressed my body against him.
His reaction was nearly immediate. He pulled back, a flash of anger coming over his face.
Confused, I asked him, “What?”
He extended his arms and looked at his chest, slick with his seed, “You got me all sticky, fuck.”
He turned and started to walk away while I stood there with an incredulous look on my face.
“If you’d swallowed this wouldn’t have been a problem,” he said.
And in that instant it all came flashing back. Of course this was the guy who’d made my life hell for weeks. Of course he would have this sort of ungrateful attitude.
Well one good thing at least. This wasn’t some weak female form. She had muscle, and she had a plan.
Moving quickly I stepped up behind him as he walked past the door to the hallway. I opened it and, catching him off guard, pushed him out. Locking the door behind him and securing that little broken feature that makes it impossible to unlock only took me a matter of seconds.
I heard him slamming against the door, rattling the handle and throwing his whole body against it. I heard him yelling in the hall, idiot that he is he didn’t realize that would just draw more attention to him.
He was calling me all sorts of names but I didn’t pay any attention. I just cleaned myself off with his favorite t-shirt, got dressed, and slipped out the window.
Cursed to Change: Football Star Body Swapped With The Cheerleader
Okay so confession time. I have a girlfriend.
Her name is Amy and she’s honestly a bit of a bore.
I also happen to like cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are fun and ditzy and good to fool around with. They’re not relationship material, but I was an athlete, a college football player.
Who needs a relationship when you can bag a different cheerleader every week.
Like this one, I think her name is Tiffany.
All it took was winning our last game and a big smile in her direction and she jumped straight into the back of my car.
We barely even exchanged a word before I had my hands under that little top piece she was wearing. Fuck she was hot and she mewled like a kitten and squirmed when I ran my hands all over her body.
I had to restrain myself, taking my time with her. Kissing her on her neck and gently running my hands under her clothes and sliding them off of her.
Until she was naked in my car.
In the meantime she had managed to get my shirt off of me, I was just wearing my jeans and she was fully naked and that was where the fun really got going.
I let my hands grab her hips and pull her under my body, felt her breasts pressing into my chest as I slid my tongue into her mouth.
She bit my bottom lip lightly, holding it and making me open my eyes and lock eyes with her.
You know those girls who are just a bit too crazy in the sack to be true? She definitely qualified.
Her arms slid down my body, feeling my whole torso before locking her fingers into my belt and tugging me forward.
My hips thrust forward and I felt her slim and slender thighs wrap themselves around my waist.
I let my hands slide up, taking each of her breasts in hand and squeezing them lightly. I was being driven out of my mind. She had such a tight little hot body that I just knew I had to have it.
Didn’t even see it coming.
There was a loud crack against the side of the car and both of us flew back.
Me and Tiffany detached and stared out the window and who did I see there.
Remember I said I was in a relationship?
Yeah her name is Amy and she really didn’t look to happy about catching her boyfriend with another girl.
The door flew open and Amy dragged me out by one foot. I stumbled out of the car and fell tumbling to the ground. I’d taken my car and Tiffany around the corner from the game, this little dead end road that was tree lined but out of the way so it was gravel instead of pavement. Have you ever been dragged feet first out of a car and onto pavement? That hurts! Each of the tiny little pebbles is like a little piece of glass cutting at you.
Amy started screaming at me immediately and honestly I didn’t really listen. She was hollering about betrayal and all I could do was get to my feet and try my best to pick the gravel off of me.
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sp; “How could you?” She cries with tears in her eye.
I really didn’t know what to say I just kind of shrugged and tried this sheepish aw shucks grin that usually worked for me.
It didn’t work this time.
“You’re such an asshole,” She shouted, slapping against my chest and driving my back up against the car.
See this is what I’m talking about, this is why Amy was a bore. Instead of just getting angry and walking away and forgetting it she had to go and make this into a “thing”. She just couldn’t let it go.
This was honestly what I really didn’t like about her.
Okay, time for radical honesty here. Amy wasn’t really my type. She was all dark makeup and black clothes. She was emotional and serious and really really not my usual sort of girl.
I’d honestly just been a little bored with the same bimbo, ditzy cheerleader types. I wanted to see if there was something more.
No that’s not it.
I wanted to see if I could pull a girl like Amy. I really just wanted the challenge of getting her into bed.
Now she wasn’t easy, it wasn’t a smile and a winning game that was the key to getting her into bed. She didn’t give it up quickly. I had to kind of wine and dine her for a bit, make her think that I was serious. I had to read thick books and talk about politics and stuff.
It had taken more than a few dates, but that was fine because in the end I managed to get her into bed.
And she was fun in bed, the crazy ones always are.
Now I’d meant to break it off after she’d finally let me in her pants but honestly it had really kinda slipped my mind. We were in the middle of an intense few games and I really had to focus on that so something as trivial as breaking up with her… Well it hadn’t been my priority.
Oops.
All that meant was that, here and now, I didn’t really mind her being upset with me. I’d let her shout and cry it all out and then go home with Tiffany and have some fun that was a bit more my speed. After all this breakup was going to happen sooner or later, we might as well just get it over with now.
“Look,” I said, cutting her off from a statement that I really wasn’t listening to anyways, “It is what it is, we might as well just go our own separate ways.”
“What?” she said, her voice reaching that sort of dog whistle pitch that made it difficult to hear.
She was spitting fire at this point, insulting me and my manhood and my ability in bed. I just rolled my eyes and tuned her out. Crazy girl will say anything to get a rise out of me.
I’d fucked more than a few crazy girls in my time, and I have always found that the best thing to do is just let them wear themselves out and not take anything they say to heart. So I crossed my arms over my bare chest and leaned against the car.
Tiffany, during all of this, had managed to get herself dressed which was a damn shame. Not that I disliked the view too much since there is definitely something to be said for that tiny little cheerleader outfit. Still she had a body that deserved to be bare for the world to see. Not that I blamed her for getting dressed.
Still she made a bad move. She should have just stayed in the car, instead she slipped out of it and tried to get away from all of this.
I want to be clear, I wanted to go home with Tiffany and get back to what we were doing before we were so rudely interrupted, but I would have absolutely let her go. I was a gentleman after all.
Amy had different plans.
She started calling Tiffany every name in the book, and Tiffany being the little spitfire she was just shot right back. I swear it was like it was only seconds before they came to blows.
Catfights are always dangerous to get in the middle of cause chicks like to let the claws out when they fight. Lucky for me I’m a gifted athlete and definitely no slouch in the fitness department, so getting in the middle of them was no problem for me.
I stepped right in there without a moment's hesitation and held them apart.
Amy gave up real quick then, taking a few steps back with a defeated look to her and turned to walk away shouting, “Fine! I hope you’re happy together!” before storming off down the road.
Both Tiffany and I watched her go, standing quietly until we couldn’t see her anymore.
This is where things went to shit for me, because I followed all that up with, “Now where were we?” and took Tiffany in my arms.
She just shrugged me off and said exasperatedly, “Not now Blaine. Look I’m not feeling it anymore. Can you just give me a ride home.”
Mood spoiled. Night ruined.
Fucking Amy.
But I’m a gentleman, and so I drove her back to her dorm and then headed on over to mine, planning to end my stellar night alone in my room with a bottle of whiskey.
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I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do remember my dream. I was a small ball of pink light, fuzzy at the edges and warm all over.
I was floating alone through an endless sea of darkness.
In the distance there was a spot of light, a spark that grew and grew as it came closer and closer.
It was blue and it was beautiful and comforting and we passed like two silent ships in the night.
Then it was behind me and I travelled onwards.
The wall of darkness began to fade, to change and transform into something else.
I felt it first, a slight resistance pulling at me, rubbing on me.
Then I saw it, a brilliance of radiant pink and white all around me. Fluffy like cotton candy.
The cotton candy changed, so quickly and yet so subtly that I didn’t even notice it.
Before I could register I was smashing through wall after wall of pleated fabric and massive pom poms.
Then a final flash of white and I was through to the other side.
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I woke up with a pounding headache and a complete sense of disorientation. I had no idea where I was, but I was definitely not in my dorm room.
This room wasn’t anything like mine.
It was too… girly…
The whole thing was decked out in pink and white, pink sheets, white walls, pink door trim, pink curtains. There were posters of boy bands all over the walls, guys who I didn’t recognize at all. What really caught my eye though was a framed picture on the desk.
Tiffany.
With a smile I laid back in bed, piecing together what must have happened.
She must have had a change of heart, and either she drunk dialled me or I drunk dialled her. Regardless after I’d finished more than a bit of that whiskey I must have made my way back here for some fun.
Well I may have missed the party but at least I definitely had fun, after all I am waking up in her bed.
She’s nowhere to be seen though, which is disappointing. If I’d missed out on the evening's fun I would definitely have to make up for it with some morning excitement.
I bounced out of bed, feeling far lighter on my feet than I had any right to be considering how much I had probably had to drink the night before.
I was wearing this baggy jersey, and a quick glance at the number showed it wasn’t one of mine. Tiffany must have slept with a linebacker because this jersey was massive on me. I was swimming in it and you could barely see my slim legs peeking out of the bottom.
I padded away from the bed, taking two steps before stopping suddenly.
Wait.
Smooth legs?
Now I liked to take care of myself but shaving my legs was definitely outside of something I would normally do. I wasn’t that into my appearance.
Had I shaved my legs while drunk last night?
Did that make any sense?
I looked down, really staring at my legs to try to confirm what I knew to be true.
Those weren’t my smooth legs.
Those weren’t my petite feet.
This wasn’t my long brown hair falling in my face.
I ran like a madman, crossing the room as quickly as I could and s
lapping my hands down on the desk. Tiffany had set up some sort of makeup station here complete with a lighted mirror for doing her thing.
I looked into it, heart beating like a jackhammer in my chest.
The reflection that stared back at me was not my own.
Long straight brown hair. Full pouty lips. Pale grey eyes. Pert little nose. Tan and flawless skin.
Fuck.
Why was Tiffany staring back at me in the mirror?
The phone rang and I grabbed for it, tentatively putting it to my ear.
“Hello?” I said, the voice escaping me unmistakably belonging to Tiffany.
“Blaine?” said my voice through the phone. It was eerie hearing myself through the phone receiver.
“Tiffany?” I asked, eyes wide and staring at my reflection in the mirror.
“Oh god it is true,” she said with a shaky voice, “She wasn’t lying. She actually did it!”
“Did what?” I cried, “What is going on?”
I felt myself starting to hyperventilate. Felt myself go dizzy as I tried to get a grip on the situation.
Somehow hearing my masculine voice instructing me through the phone managed to calm me down.
“Okay don’t panic,” She ordered, “Sit down and try to keep it together.”
I obeyed, falling into a chair but still not breaking eye contact with the mirror.
I heard myself continue on the other end of the phone, “I woke up this morning in your body, just the same as you woke up in mine. I freaked out, probably just as much as you did. Then your phone started ringing and I answered it. It was your ex, and apparently she wasn’t too pleased with what happened last night. She was calling to tell me that she had cast a spell and made us switch bodies.”
I couldn’t help it, I just started to laugh. As I laughed it was like all of the tension melted away. Staring into the mirror I saw Tiffany's reflection laughing too and that just served to break the tension even more. I felt almost giddy.
This whole thing was so ridiculous it had to be approached with that in mind. Considering that, considering how frankly insane all of this was, I just couldn’t do anything but laugh.