Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  I felt the head of his cock just kiss the lips of my sex, the feel of it making my thighs burn with need.

  I heard the door open.

  I froze.

  Not the door to the bedroom, but the front door of the place. It could mean only one thing. Mr. Temple was home.

  Zack and I locked eyes, both of us going wide with shock.

  “Oh shit,” he whispered as his hands released my ass.

  I stepped off of him, backing up and turning quickly to the mirror to try to get presentable. Zack did the same and we quickly and I scooped up my old clothes and quickly and quietly slipped out of the bedroom.

  The sounds coming from the kitchen made it pretty evident that Liam was in there, so I quickly dropped my old clothes into the bag I had by the couch I had slept on while Zack went into the kitchen to say hello.

  When I walked into the kitchen I caught the tail end of their conversation as Zack explained to Liam that I was an old friend from out of town who was just here for a week or two and needed a place to crash. Evidently the arrangements I had originally made had fallen through and I had come to Zack desperate for help, which he had been oh so kind to give.

  It was quick thinking on Zacks part and put Liam into a position where he would be turning away a damsel in distress, which was something a gentleman simply did not do.

  Liam Temple was an absolute gentleman, that much was clear from the way he reacted when I was introduced to him. I had seen a bit of him over the years, but I had never seen this sort of gregarious and genial side before. It was evident he was on his best behaviour, though apparently even his best behaviour didn’t exclude subtly glancing at my cleavage when he thought I wasn’t looking.

  Once the niceties were done Liam didn’t seem to invested in spending any actual time with me and he politely excused himself to his office for work.

  And so that left Zack and I standing alone in the kitchen, both of us studiously avoiding any conversation about what had just happened in the bedroom.

  Instead we focused on the logistics of what was happening next, as Zack told me when he was coming back into town for before heading off to get ready. He had to be out of the house in a little under two hours, so while he dressed I busied myself watching TV and trying to keep myself entertained.

  Once he was gone I moved my bag of clothes into his room, storing it in his closet and staring around the place that would be home for the next week.

  I sat on his bed, alone in a strange house with a man I’d barely spent any time with and tried to process everything that had happened while I stared at that stupid bag.

  This was, bar none, the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me. In the span of 24 hours I had gone from a perfectly normal guy on the temporary outs with his girlfriend to this, whatever this was. Some sort of gorgeous sexpot who almost jumped on the first available cock?

  It was so strange. The behaviour.

  I mean I wasn’t a stranger to sex, and I wasn’t exactly hesitant about one night stands. I’d had more than a few in my time.

  But I figured it would take more than a little teasing to get me to spread my legs for a man, and yet here I was.

  As much as I wanted to say that what had happened wasn’t me, as much as I wanted to blame it on whatever the hell had turned me into this the truth was it was me wholeheartedly. I was absolutely in control of myself. I wanted him to touch me, to kiss me, to fondle me. I wanted him to fuck me.

  I wanted it so badly.

  But I was straight, I had always been straight and had never been turned on by a guy. Even now, thinking back I couldn’t rationalize it. It was like my mind craved sex, like it wanted to be fucked, but it was my body that craved a man’s touch.

  I was so confused, sitting there on the bed of the man I just almost fucked I couldn’t make heads or tails out of anything. For a moment even I figured if I could just satisfy this itch then it would all go away. I would just get myself back to that climax I was oh so achingly close to and then the itch would be scratched and I would be done with it.

  But even as I started to get ready all I could think about was a hard masculine body thrusting between my legs. His thick cock spreading me open and filling me up and I balled my fists up in frustration and went back to staring at that bag.

  That stupid fucking bag.

  That stupid bag full of men's clothes that I couldn’t even wear.

  Here I was, stuck for god knows how long in the body of a woman, wearing the only outfit I had and unable to get the visions of hard and throbbing cock out of my head.

  This was going to be one hell of a week.

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  Luckily Zack had managed to make it out of his last relationship with his TV, console, and video game collection intact. I pushed aside whatever existential crisis I was having and focused on that instead, throwing myself into games for the afternoon and trying to ignore the questions pressing at my mind.

  A knock at the door pulled me out of the shooter I was focused on and I went to the door and opened it. Liam was standing there.

  He’d changed out of the suit and tie he’d been wearing when he walked in but he was still exceedingly well dressed. He had on jeans and a button down with the sleeves rolled up to show off his muscular forearms. The top few buttons on his shirt were undone as well, affording me just a peek at his silvery grey chest hair.

  “I was wondering if you’d like to join me for some dinner,” he asked with a polite smile, “I didn’t know if you had plans for tonight but I took the liberty of preparing you something.”

  “Oh,” I said, a bit taken aback, “No I didn’t have plans for tonight. Thanks so much I’d love to join you.”

  I stepped out of the room and followed him over to the dining room.

  He had all of the food set out, places made up at each head of the long table. It looked lovely, a plate with a perfectly done steak and a small salad on the side. There was even a bottle of red wine already corked and airing out.

  I walked over to one of the place settings and smiled lightly when he politely pulled my chair out for me and then tucked it in after me.

  “Thanks,” I said, blushing a little at the gesture.

  Liam was a perfect gentleman the whole meal, making idle small talk about my job and where I was from. I tried to keep the information as general and simple as possible, all of it made up of course but I didn’t want to give him anything to be suspicious about, didn’t want to forget any details and make him think I was lying to him.

  I was going to have to be here until I could figure out a way to change back after all, I wanted this time to be as easy as possible.

  So I based all of my details on an old girlfriend from college, transposing bits and pieces but keeping it mainly in line with her history. She’d been from across the country originally, had come to town for college and then once her education was up she’d headed back home. I figured, being that she was across the country, she wouldn’t mind me stealing her story too much.

  Conversation was easy, and honestly I found myself drawn into him whenever he was talking.

  Liam had a way about him, a commanding air that made it not only easy to relax and listen to him but easy to absorb what it was that he was talking about. And honestly I wound up finding out so much more about his life than I had ever been aware of. He had always been this sort of distant and imposing figure to me but of course he was a human just like anyone else. He had a job and a career and a whole life that I had been completely unaware of.

  He explained to me what it was that he did, how he’d been working in mergers and acquisitions for nearly his entire career and had gone up the ladder in a half-dozen different incredibly successful companies by this point. His life sounded exciting, jetting around the world and exploring different locales and places. Learning about the culture and experiencing the finest bits of it.

  I was enraptured.

  It was easy to get enraptured, because it wasn’t just his commanding air or
his gift for gab. Liam was quite the piece of eye candy.

  He had the look of a man who had made sure to take care of his body his entire life, with the sort of muscle that came from a lifetime of exercise and careful diet.

  During a lull in the conversation our talk turned to Zack, and I could tell that Liam was dancing around something, trying to say it without saying it.

  Eventually he opted for the blunt approach.

  “Forgive me,” he said, his voice smooth and easy to listen to, “But I have to ask. Are you and Zack an item?”

  “Are we dating?” I clarified, and he nodded in response, “No, definitely not. We’re just friends.”

  “I don’t mean to pry,” he went on after a moment’s pause, “But are you dating anyone?”

  “No,” I lied, and I honestly don’t know why I did. It just popped out of me, I said it and only realized afterwards that I didn’t want him to think I was taken, “No I’m single at the moment.”

  “Oh I see,” he said, chewing thoughtfully and then continuing, “That is unfortunate. You’re a very beautiful woman.”

  A blush crept over me and I looked down at my plate momentarily to compose myself. His complement left me a bit flustered, “Thank you. Are you single as well?”

  I don’t know why I asked that, my mouth was working while my mind was still struggling to catch up and the words just came out. It wasn’t until afterwards that I realized I really did want to know.

  “Yes I am,” he informed me, “I don’t like to have long term attachments. I find at my age having a long term relationship has lost it’s charm.”

  “Funny,” I mused, “I would think someone as handsome and successful as yourself would have no problem attracting a woman.”

  There my mouth goes on getting ahead of itself again. That was entirely inappropriate, calling him handsome like that.

  Liam was graceful in his response, smiling and affixing his steely gaze on me before responding, “Oh I don’t have any difficulty. I just find that I like to keep things uncomplicated.”

  We both chewed on the implication of that for a while.

  Dinner wrapped up neatly after that, and I cleared the table and shuffled the dishes over to the sink.

  The meal had been delicious and the wine especially was phenomenal. It hit this body heavier than I was used to though, and I felt just the slightest twinge of tipsiness even though I’d only had a single glass.

  I placed the dishes in the sink and turned to find Liam so very close to me. He had silently slipped into the room behind me and now his tall and imposing form was so very close to me. I could feel his presence as he braced his hands against the countertop on each side of me.

  His eyes looked me up and down, his gaze possessive as he took me in fully and deliberately. Raking over each inch of me until he stopped and locked eyes with mine.

  “So if you’re not dating anyone, and I’m not dating anyone,” his voice trailed off, the implication weighing heavily in the air between us.

  I felt that feeling build inside of me, that burning need that was becoming so very familiar to me. It wasn’t going to go away anytime soon, wasn’t going to fade and having such a handsome man so very close to me just made the fires of my passion burn hotter.

  I knew this was an itch I wasn’t going to be able to ignore, and it wasn’t one I was equipped to scratch on my own.

  I needed a man, honestly I needed any man at that point.

  But a man like this, a capable and handsome older man. A man who knew just what he was doing. That sounded like the perfect option to me.

  So I pushed my shoulders back, accentuating my cleavage and thrusting my breasts out towards him as I looked up at him. I maintained his lock on me, tilting my head up and pursing my lips.

  We kissed and my body blazed with fire. That burning need blazed hot and heady right off the bat, an undeniable ache burning inside me and demanding satisfaction.

  I mewled into him as our lips pressed against each other, I felt his hands on my hips holding me still as his tongue pressed quickly and skillfully into my mouth. It danced across my tongue, pressing and pulling and kneading against me. Elicitng such furious need and temptation, teasing me with just an inch of what is to come.

  His hands slipped under my skirt, nails raking up my bare thighs as his hands grasped my ass. He was not as gentle or tentative as Zack, his fingers dipped between the crack of my ass cheeks and I could hear him grunt as he felt the bare touch of my skin and realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.

  Enthused by his findings his hands moved between my thighs, fingers brushing against the lips of my sex as he pulled me towards him. My arms flew up to push against his chest and I felt the wide and flat muscle there respond and flex under my fingers. He was so strong, so handsome, so manly. I let my hands slip up and touch the side of his face, the slight grit of his stubble rubbing against my fingers and leaving my fingertips tingling after I pulled them away.

  Liam pulled his hands out from under my skirt and out to the belt, he unlatched it and pulled it off, throwing it to one side with a rattle. His hands tugged at my skirt, pulling it over my hips and letting it slip over my thighs and float to the ground. The bare skin of my ass felt the cool touch of the cabinet behind me and I squeaked a little, the sensation alarming.

  Our lips broke and Liam spun me, moving me sideways along the counter as he did. His body was still between me and the rest of the room, I was still sandwiched between him and the countertop.

  His hands grasped my waist, right where the bottom of my shirt was, and as he moved his hands up my torso my shirt bunched and lifted in its wake. It slid up my body and I gasped with the touch of his hands running over me. Up my sides, over my stomach, up my ribs, to the bottoms of my breasts. He took each of my breasts full in his hands as he slid the shirt up and over them, exposing my milky white breasts to the air, my nipples rock hard and quivering with need.

  I lifted my arms, letting him grasp and strip me of the shirt with a single pull. I was now fully exposed to him.

  But he didn’t turn me, didn’t take the time to stare over my body, to drink in every inch of his prize. Instead he explored me with his hands, taking his time to feel my bare skin. He ran his hands all over me, ignoring the sensitive bits, the places any young man would go straight for. He didn’t touch my breasts, instead he ran his hand up my graceful neck to curve my jaw away from him, exposing the nape of my neck to his lips as he kissed up and down it. He touched my stomach, feeling the lines of my belly and pressing against the firm flats of my abdomen. My lower back, feeling the dimples just above my ass and the curve of my spine as I arched my body and thrust my ass against him. My upper thigh, feeling the strength there flex against him as he felt up and slipped his fingers into that hollow right there at the top of my inner thigh, so achingly close to my needful sex.

  He was teasing me, taking his time to slowly make my body more and more frustrated. I needed him to touch me, to fulfill the satisfaction I’d been craving since this morning in the bathroom.

  His hands finished on my hips, spinning me quickly and firmly and then grasping and lifting me so I was sat on the countertop.

  My legs were together and my breasts were heaving with each breath I took. His eyes looked me up and down, taking their time to take in every inch of me.

  He took in my face, my neck, lingering just the right length of time on my breasts before slipping down to my stomach and all the way down to my smooth thighs. Confident I had his full attention I slowly spread my legs, revealing the last of myself to him.

  His hand slid up behind my head, holding and tilting me as he stepped forward and between my legs.

  We kissed, quickly and urgently as if we were dying of thirst. Our lips parted and our tongues played against each other rapidly before breaking.

  Liam tilted my head more, exposing my neck to him as he kissed it again and again. He traced a line down and out to my collarbone and then kissed in. Each place his lips to
uched tingled with the sensation of it, the whole feeling absolutely overwhelming as he traced his line down.

  He released my head and I closed my eyes as his kisses reached the center of my collarbone. Moving down he kissed onto my upper chest and continued, a line of kisses that delved deep into my cleavage and all across the tops of my breasts.

  I felt his hands cup my breasts from below, turning and lifting them up so he could minister his attentions to them. His lips were like a flock of butterflies brushing against the swell of my breasts, there wasn’t an inch of skin that he didn’t touch.

  He saved my nipples for last, pulling each one into his mouth in turn. First kissing, then sucking, then lightly biting he bounced from nipple to nipple, teasing and tasting each one over and over again.

  My body reacted automatically. Having been teased all day, been on edge and desperate for satisfaction this was like breaking the surface of the water after having been pulled under. I gulped deep breaths as my body shook with satisfaction.

  I felt the deep pool of my passion start to bubble inside of me. My whole body felt light and somehow tense at the same time. My muscles were twitching and deep in my belly there was a knot of tension that was spreading slowly through me. Everywhere it touched tensed and held, stiffening as I tried to control the ever present need building inside of me.

  He released his attention on my breasts and continued his trek downwards, kissing over my stomach as I leaned back and let my back rest against the wall behind me. My hips and ass were thrust forward, my stomach curved gracefully out to present myself to him as I desperately held out hope that this journey would end between my legs.

  It did.

  He ducked down to dip his head between my thighs and I felt him kiss up and down and back up my slit, ending on the nub of my clit at the top of it. His lips locked onto that, sucking it into his mouth while his tongue snaked out to quickly flick up and down and back and forth across it.