"Guys can be stupid," he said, softly. "If I'd known then what I know now, I'd have shown a lot more interest."
She thought about that.
"Our ... relationship ... has taken a turn, hasn't it?" She smiled.
"You can say that again."
"So now, a guy is interested in me, but it doesn't do me any good, because he's in my best girlfriend's body." She sighed.
"Carly's a guy, and she's still interested in you," he pointed out.
"That's different," she said.
"Why?"
"I can't explain it. I love playing with her equipment." He saw a blush move upwards from her chest, where it was exposed, to her cheeks. "But I sort of think of it as ... your equipment."
"Oh," he said.
"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked. "One not even Carly knows?"
"Sure," he said.
"Remember those fantasies I mentioned ... the romantic ones?"
"Uh huh."
"Well ... sometimes you were in them."
"Wow," he said, smiling. "How about that. We've both imagined ..." He almost said, "fucking," but suddenly that word sounded harsh in his mind. He changed it to, "doing that together."
"So now you can see why I'm worried. I only had fantasies before. But now that body I had fantasies about is wrapped around my best friend, who I am used to being completely intimate with."
"I get that," he said, softly. "Is it silly for me to feel honored?"
"Honored? Why would you say that?"
"Because, as far as I know, you're the only girl in the world that's ever thought seriously about letting me have sex with her. In my male body, I mean."
"That's what worries me," she said. "I never thought seriously about it before."
She sighed.
"But I am now."
*****
Carly ran around the block six times. Usually, that would be just a warm-up. But it was completely different using someone else's muscles and anatomy. Where she usually felt solid and powerful, now she felt heavy and unwieldy. Walking around without underwear was no problem, but running with your cock and balls loose was something else. She worked into a rhythm that felt right, but it wasn't the ground covering lope she had used in her old body. She felt limited.
On impulse, she stopped in front of the Adams' house, beside an oak tree that was too big around for her to reach. There were limbs within reach, though, and she jumped up, grabbing one. She was astonished at how easily her arms lifted her, so she could belly over the limb. Getting to her feet she started climbing. That was effortless too. Her arms were longer and stronger, and her legs performed flawlessly in this pursuit.
It was too leafy at the top of the tree to see much. She could glimpse lights through the leaves, but not what their purpose was. She climbed back down. A dog barked in the distance, and she suddenly realized that anyone who saw her would think she was crazy.
Once on the ground she finished her run and let herself back in their house. She hadn't cared if her parents woke earlier. She'd been frustrated then. Now her desire for quiet and secrecy had returned. She took her shoes off and tiptoed through the dark dwelling. There was a crack of light under her door.
She opened it quietly and slipped in, turning to close it silently. A drawn out sound of sweet agony made her look at the bed. Her old body was using Johnny on Sherry. While he did that he sucked her friend's nipples. Seeing this made her seem to float into the air. It was like an out of body experience, in a way. She knew this scene had been played out before, sans the nipple sucking part. She had been there when this happened!
She remembered how Craig had reacted when she'd sucked on one of his nipples, and wished she could find out what it was like. She reached to squeeze her male nips. It didn't feel anything like when she'd done it as a female.
"Oh yes," moaned Sherry. "Just like that."
Carly looked down. Her cock was hard, and pressing out on the fabric of her shorts. She pushed them down, allowing yet another boner to bounce free. She took her shirt off. It had been cool, and she hadn't run hard enough to really sweat much. And taking a shower would make noise as the water coursed through the pipes.
Naked, she joined her brother and best friend on the bed. She had a sudden fantasy about someone peeking through the window, seeing two girls making love, and then being joined by a boy with a jutting cock.
As she gripped the organ and stroked it slowly, she realized it was the first time she'd thought of it as ... a cock.
*****
Carly/Craig turned from a now limp Sherry. Johnny was in his hand. It glistened in the room light, wet with Sherry's fluids. His sister, in the form of his old body, had been running her hands all over his back while he pleasured Sherry with the dildo. She had reached around to fondle his breasts and, out of habit, had squeezed the breasts in her hands like she knew Sherry liked to have her breasts squeezed ... like she used to like having her own breasts squeezed. When she still had breasts. The very breasts she was fondling.
She had mixed feelings about her penis. It was ironic. Had she been able to stand back and look at things without emotion (a sort of out of body - out of body experience, so to speak), she would have recognized the irony. That she had moved from not wanting any of this to happen at all, from not wanting to have a penis in any way, shape or form (not counting her clitoris, which is also ironic), to now having mixed feelings about it, would have been startling.
It was a pain in the ass. It had been that way from the very beginning. It seemed to want to rule her body, demanding attention in some way every ten minutes throughout the whole day. It was the first thing she noticed in the morning when she woke up (because it was usually stiff), and it was the last thing she thought about at night (because it had just been stiff), as the afterglow of all that soothing semen shooting through it lingered. And that was the problem. It was easy to make it happy. You could do it quickly, efficiently, and almost as often as you wanted to.
So having a penis had its ups and downs.
Her brother laid the dildo down and said, "Let me help you with that."
Then he laid her down and demonstrated the ups and downs of her straining penis ... by grasping it firmly and moving his hand up and down.
"I love you," she said, clenching something near her balls.
"I know that," he said, his attention on pleasuring his former penis.
"No, it's more than it used to be," she sighed, loving the feeling of her former hand on her current cock. "I mean yes, I've always loved you. But this is different. Being in your body has unlocked something in my mind that I didn't know was there. Something deeper ... more important."
"That's just your balls trying to get empty," said Craig, smiling up at her.
"No it's not," she argued. "I can get them off any time I like. This is different. I can't explain it. It's like you're part of my body. It's that close."
"Well, my hand is part of your body at the moment," he said, moving his hand smoothly up and down her now leaking prick.
"This is no joke," she moaned. She was feeling very, very good at the moment, but she was also a little frustrated, and she wasn't sure why. "I don't want to be beside you. I want to be inside you."
Craig sped up. Her hip movements told him she was close.
"That's normal," he said. "When I had that body I wanted to be inside lots of girls I knew."
"Not like that, you idiot," groaned Carly as her cock announced it was on the verge of erupting.
"Squirt for me," he whispered, loudly. "Come on. Shoot off for me, Carly."
She stopped trying to explain what she was feeling, and lay in amazement as she felt all the things happening in her groin that she'd never given a single thought to before their bodies got swapped. It was so different from the orgasms she remembered as a girl. More seemed to happen, at least in terms of different parts of the body being involved. As a girl, her orgasms had washed over her like a wave in an ocean, affecting her whole body and all the nerves in it. As a boy
, she felt specific things in her balls, and at the root of her penis, and then in the penis itself. Things moved inside her groin. And it was possible to pay very close attention to each feeling as it happened. It was a little like watching something fast in slow motion. Or she could surrender to the ecstasy of it and just try to spurt as much as humanly possible.
It was always good.
But it was always better when Craig did it for her.
Through half closed eyes she watched as three silvery ropes leapt from the tip of her penis and landed on her abdomen and chest. Craig was grinning. She looked at that face, showing so much pleasure. It looked right because she felt like making that face.
Suddenly, she wanted to know what that face ... her face ... looked like as her old body had an orgasm. She sat up, careless of the semen on her belly. Her penis was already mostly soft.
"Your turn," she said, moving to make room for Craig to lie down where she had just been.
She reached for Johnny. It felt both familiar and different in her hand.
This time she showed him what it was like with the dildo in his pussy, as her tongue lashed his clit.
When he came, she substituted her finger for her tongue, so she could watch her old face as the orgasm was painted on it in vivid movement.
*****
"Kar, you know what you were talking about a little while ago?" prompted Sherry.
They were all lying peacefully, still naked. Carly was in the middle and both Craig and Sherry were turned partially toward her. Had that imaginary peeping Tom been outside, it would have looked like some guy had scored big, and had two girls committed to scoring big with him again.
"I talked about a lot of stuff," she said.
"The part about feeling different ... about loving him."
Carly's mind was instantly caught up in feelings that had been displaced by the orgasm she was having. That vague discontent was back, though not so strong as it had been before.
"Yes," she said.
"I think I know what you mean," said Sherry.
"Please tell me," said Carly, turning her head towards her best friend. "Because I'm not even sure what I mean."
"I think you're in love," said Sherry.
"I said I love him," said Carly.
"No, I mean in love ... like a boyfriend."
“He can't be my boyfriend," said Carly. "He's my brother. Except right now he's my sister. If anything he'd be my girlfriend."
"Regardless," said Sherry, who saw the irony of the situation very clearly. "You're falling in love with him. And that's a different kind of love than the regular brother/sister kind of love."
"I can't fall in love with my brother," Carly insisted.
"I'm not sure you get a choice," said Sherry.
"Why are you saying this?" asked Carly, who was now upset.
"Because I think I'm feeling the exact same thing you're feeling," said Sherry.
"What?"
"Look," said Sherry. "You two have changed. We know that. But I haven't. I'm still me. Except that the way I feel about you guys has changed."
"How could it do anything else?" asked Craig. "Your best friend turned into a guy!"
"That's the whole point," said Sherry. "My feelings have changed about each of you, but not in the way you might think."
"What do you mean?" asked Carly, whose annoyance faded as it was replaced by genuine curiosity.
"Most people, if they knew about all this, would think that since I liked Carly so much before this happened, that when she was in a boy's body I'd want him to be my boyfriend. I mean, if I loved licking her pussy, it's not much of a stretch to think I'd love sucking her dick, too. It's still her inside his body. Do you understand?"
"Sort of," said Carly, frowning.
"But that's not how I feel," said Sherry.
"I'm confused," said Craig.
"Okay," said Sherry. "I know this sounds strange, but while I do love sucking your lovely penis, Carly, I don't want you to be my boyfriend. I don't think of you in romantic terms. You're still just my best friend. I wouldn't want you to put your penis inside me."
"Okay," said Carly.
"But what I do feel like - and this is the strange part - is that I like Craig a lot more than I used to. And how I feel when I touch him, and he touches me now, is really different than how I felt when it was Carly in that body and we were doing the same things."
"That doesn't mean you're in love with him," said Carly.
"What I'm trying to say is that if Craig was in his old body now ... I would be very tempted to let him have my virginity," said Sherry, softly.
"Wow," said Craig, just as softly.
"But you don't want to do that with me?" asked Carly.
"Nope. Isn't that strange? I mean I love playing with it and sucking on it, but when I do that I'm doing it for you ... Carly ... my best friend. Not a boy. It's crazy, but that's how I feel."
"I still don't understand what all this has to do with how I feel," said Carly.
"I think it's the same thing," said Sherry. "When I'm making love with Craig, in your old body, I want to let him do anything he wants. I actually wish he still had a penis, so I could feel what it's like to be with him that way. And that's because I think I'm falling in love with him. I can't believe I'm actually saying this. I could never in a million years have said it while he was a boy. I mean in his own body. But now, somehow, being nervous about saying it isn't as important as understanding what's happening. And what I think is happening is that the male part of you, Carly, wants to behave like male. And it wants to be a male with the body that it used to inhabit."
"You're babbling!" groaned Carly. "What do you mean?"
"I think you want to fuck Craig!" said Sherry, harshly. "Okay? That's what I mean. I never even once thought seriously about letting a boy fuck me. Until all this happened. And I think the reason is because I got to know Craig in a way that never would have happened otherwise, and I found out he's a sweet, thoughtful guy, and I love him. Okay? There. I said it. I love Craig Austin. And if he was still a boy, I'd want him to be my boyfriend and I'd let him do anything he wanted to in bed!"
It was suddenly quiet in the room.
There was a lot of thinking going on.
That silence lasted a lot longer than it would have in a normal setting. People in a normal setting get uncomfortable when a silence goes on for more than twenty seconds or so. This one lasted a good three minutes, before Sherry broke it.
"Kar?"
Carly let her head roll toward her friend.
"Your dick is hard again."
Carly lifted her head and her eyes centered on a brand new erection. All she could see of the organ was the little eye in the tip, surrounded by a soft collar of skin. It always seemed like the thing was looking right at her face. Traces of semen glistened where fluid had been trapped at the edge of the foreskin.
"Damn," she sighed, letting her head fall back.
"I think that means I'm right," said Sherry.
"I don't want to think about it anymore," said Carly. "I don't think I'm ready to be the kind of girl who wants to stick her cock in her brother's pussy."
Sherry giggled. "That sounds funny."
"It doesn't feel funny."
"I think your cock knows what you want, even if you don't," said Sherry.
"Now I understand what they mean when they say boys have two heads, and can't figure out which one to think with." Carly smiled, tiredly.
"Want me to make it get soft?" offered Sherry.
"You may as well," sighed Carly. "Somebody needs to beat the thing senseless so I can get some rest."
"I want to try something," said Sherry.
"What?" asked Carly.
"I want to rub ... against it." Sherry suddenly blushed.
"Like how?" asked Carly.
"Like this," said Sherry, as she sat up and crawled on top of Carly's naked body. She carefully settled her pussy lips down on the underside of Carly's stiff cock, tra
pping it against Carly's belly.
Then she moved, experimentally, sliding forwards and backwards. She put her hands on Carly's chest and leaned forward.
"Ohhhhh," she sighed. "Right there."
Carly lifted her head and watched the fat, puffy pussy lips straddling her penis slide along the length of her boner. It felt different than anything else she'd experienced before, in either body. Only the underside of her cock was involved. It was exceedingly pleasant, but she didn't think she could spurt this way.
Sherry moved too far forward and, as she pushed back, the tip of the cock she was riding pressed into her vaginal vestibule. She stopped as things were stretched.
"Ooooo," she sighed.
"That feels good," said Carly, as heat surrounded the tip of her penis.
"Do you want to stick it in me?" asked Sherry.
"Actually," Carly paused and tried to examine what her feelings were. "I think I do."
"That's the boy in you," said Sherry.
"Do you want me to?" asked Carly.
"No. It feels good, but when I do that I want it to be with a boy I love. I mean I love you, but not like that."
"I think I understand," said Carly. "I want to ... but it's okay if we don't."
Sherry wiggled her pussy mouth off the tip and she slid back. She pressed her clit harder against the firm phallus beneath her, and rode it some more.
Carly, acting on instinct, reached to pinch and pull her friend's nipples.
"Yessss," hissed Sherry. "Do that some more!"
Carly was sure she was being too rough, but Sherry demanded even more, until Carly winced as she squeezed and stretched the pliable flesh at the tips of her friend's breasts.
"There!" squealed Sherry, and her hips sped up their movement. "Oh fuck yeah!" she groaned as the orgasm rolled over her.
And suddenly, so suddenly that she was completely unprepared for it, the emotion involved in seeing her best friend's pleasure, and knowing that it was her penis that had contributed to that pleasure, overwhelmed Carly and her balls bunched. The first spurt shot in a line up her chest. As the second shot tried to get out, Sherry's forward movement caused the tip to be enveloped by her pussy lips, and that shot made a mess in the mouth of Sherry's vagina. The third squirt only produced enough ejaculate to make a puddle on Carly's belly, right where the tip of her penis was trapped.
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