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Adventures in Sally part 2. The wake was on Saturday, at Raymond's house. After an out of body experience, Steve had found himself inside the body of his next door neighbour, Sally. Soon after, he'd seen his old body wander out onto the road, meeting an untimely end in traffic. Not everyone would feel the need to attend their own funeral and pay their respects. And neither did she, really. After all, Steve's old body might be dead, but through some miracle he was still walking and talking, even if the walk had a lot more sway to it and the talk was an octave higher. No, the reason she was going was because it was the only excuse she had to make contact with everyone in her old life. She'd told them she was Steve's girlfriend when she was caught at their house the next day. She didn't want to lose her friends, on top of her identity, qualifications, bank account, and everything else that had made Steve Steve. She dressed conservatively, or as conservatively as the girls wardrobe would allow her. She didn't like the idea of all her friends, guys she'd known her entire life suddenly looking at her... that way. Unbidden, she remembered Raymond looking at her intensely, drinking in her show as she run her soft pink tongue around the lines and furrows of the back of her hand, cleaning up... and shivered. What, that gets you wet? Get it together Sally... you can't go jumping every guy run into! The tight jeans couldn't be helped, unfortunately. It looked like Sally had bought all her jeans a size to small... or had grown half a size since she'd made the purchase. They sat low on her hips, barely making it up past her protruding rump. The waist band cut in over her jutting hip bone. It wasn't that she had much fat to spare, but what little was there bulged slightly. She was sure that every time she leaned forward she'd show a flash of her whale tail, or worse. Well... she'd just have to be careful with her posture. The top was easier. A blue and orange diagonally striped blouse buttoned up all the way to her neck. Her full breasts still puffed out the fabric around her chest, making the fabric between the buttons flare tantalizingly, but there was no sense even trying to boobs that big completely. She went almost without makeup, just a coat of deep pink lip-gloss. Sally must have been addicted to the stuff. Without it, she was uncomfortably aware of her lips being dry, running her tongue across them to moisten them in a way she worried came off as suggestive. It'd have to do. On the way to the car, she noticed a message on her phone. Bringing it up, she was treated to a face full of her patrons abs. What a tool. The accompanying message said. "Thinking of you, rather be seeing you..." She rolled her eyes... and explored further. This wasn't a one off. Photo after photo had gone back and forward, him flexing, her leaning, pouting, reclining, and, in one photo that mercifully excluded her face, spreading. Well, as long as he was paying the bills. She took her camera and pointed it at the mirror. Pouting, she fluttered her eyelashes, popped the top two buttons of her blouse, and pushed her shoulders forward. Her breasts heaved against the confines of the tight bra, full and proud beneath prominent clavicles. She snapped the pic. That ought to keep him happy, for a while at least. Rearranging her top, she dropped the phone in her purse, and made for the car. Showing up at the after party... wake, rather, she knew exactly where to go. After all, she'd been to the Raymond's house a hundred times before. The introductions were a little awkward; "Sorry your boyfriend died" was never easy to fit into first meetings. Gary in particular tripped over his own tongue like it was 6 feet long. He was a big guy with small confidence, wearing a baggy hoodie that magnified rather than concealed his girth. Steve had always liked him. He could talk science like a devil... not that he'd ever believe in one, of course. With a few drinks in them, however, things loosened up pretty quickly. She fell into conversation with them easily... Gary seemed to be on cloud nine. He'd never met a girl who chatted casually about linked lists.. although, he didn't have a huge pool of conversations to draw from. Then, Mitch showed up. Every school had one. The loudmouth. The cocksure bully. Steve had never known how the guy was part of their group, or why Raymond flatted with him. He didn't seem to like any of the things they were into. Maybe he just liked being able to dominate a conversation, and was willing to put up with hanging out with the dorks if it meant he got to talk over them. Or maybe he just knew that Ray was too nice to speak up if he was late on the rent. Before long, he was 10 minutes into an interminable story. "And do you knew what I did next?" "You gave her a twenty..." replied Raymond in a dull monotone. He must have heard this story a hundred times before. "That's right! And the look on her face..." Mitch broke into laughter, the only time in the past 10 minutes straight he hadn't been talking. The group of friends exchanged glances, the room seemed to draw a breath... but wasn't quick enough. He was off on another story again. Sally rested her chin on her hand, elbow propped up on her knee. "So how'd you know Steve?" The question came out of the blue, jolting Sally out of her reverie. Mitch was looking at her curiously. She'd been pretty keen to avoid conversation about the elephant in the room. Raymond to the rescue. Taking her silence for being overcome, he leaned in, whispering something fiercely in Mitch's ear. "Oh!" Mitch seemed nonplussed for a moment. "I didn't even know Steve has a girl. I mean, had a girl." Gary hissed at his tactlessness, but still he didn't stop talking. "Wow, I'm so sorry to hear about what happened. Steve was a great guy, me and him were real close." Sally gaped openly at him, half expecting his nose to start growing. "Really? He... he never mentioned you..." Now it was Mitch's turn to be affronted. "Really? Ouch. Man, I mean... yeah, we got into some trouble, me and him. I'm surprised he never told you about it. Come here, and I'll fill you in on the side of him you didn't know, the guy was a great laugh. I'll tell you all about him, your ears only..." A meaty arm flopped around her shoulders, as the slightly inebriated man shepparded her down the hall. Sally looked back over her shoulders, Raymond mouthing what looked like 'need a hand?'... Sally considered briefly... then shook her head. Normally she wouldn't spy on her friends, but hearing what this guy had to say about his past self... particularly since it was clear as the nose on the guys face that he was just trying to get into her pants, would be worth the trip to the guys room. This guy who had teased and excluded Steve all his life... Well, now that guy would be singing the praises of both the old him and the new her, only to be let down like a ton of bricks. Sally's mind went in vindictive little circles. It'd be a little revenge, for sure, but certainly a sweet one. She had second thoughts catching sight of Gary, though... the guy looked like a wounded puppy as she walked away. Maybe she should... and then they were round the corner, and through Mitch's door. His room was a mess. They sat on his bed, his couch being, entirely fortuitously, of course, covered in his clothes. "Can I get you a drink?" He offered. He retrieved a bottle of vodka and orange juice from a shelf, pouring her a half an half. Jeezus, she'd have to take that one slowly. "Yeah, so Steve." He took a seat again, mattress shifting under his bulk, the slope of the new depression sliding her slightly towards him. His leg pressed familiarly against hers. "I was as shocked as anyone when I heard about what happened. Wandering onto the road? I mean, I know the guy had no sense of direction, but still..." He took her puzzled look as an invitation to continue. "Came out paintballing with us once. Thought he'd found a really good way into our base, and was nose to nose with a bull before he realized he'd clean left the game zone to the adjacent farm. Fun fact: You can't fend off a bull with a paintball gun. Just makes it madder." She remembered that day. Had Mitch been there? Or had he just heard the story often enough to parrot it? Either way, it brought a smile to her cheeks. "Yeah, I... I mean Steve... I mean, I know Steve could be a bit absent minded, right?" "Absent minded? One time he called the police to report his car'd been stolen. Turns out he'd parked it round the corner. He was too embarrassed to call the police and tell them his mistake, so when a traffic cop pinged it next, they towed it and called him to tell him they'd recovered his car! Poor guy had to act grateful that they'd found it even when he coughed up the impound fee!" Oh god, that was right. At the time it was mortifying, but it had grown into a self-deprecating story. Still, she felt the need stick up for herself. "Okay, okay, I get it! He must have cleaned up academically though, to land a programming job. Where are you working, Mitch?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink, big eyes showing nothing but innocence. "At a garage," he answered, shortly. "He was number smart, sure. But not so world wise. How'd he manage to get a chick like you?" This was more like Mitch. Always putting people down. In a bit of a huff, it was easy to come to 'Steve's' defense. "Oh, you know. He was smart, and funny. Lots of people liked him. And..." Inspiration struck. This would put Mitch in his place. "It helped that he was a monster in the sack." Mitch almost choked on his drink. "Well, he was... you know. Big," she finished, lamely. "And..." She'd wanted to build her old self up, but, in truth, had never been one to brag. "A monster?" Mitch finished for her, mugging away. She had to wipe that smug look off his face. She started recalling some of her own career highlights, the times that the girl had been groaning so loudly there was no chance it was fake. "Oh yeah. Most of the times size doesn't matter, but when you're big enough that it feels like someone's trying to push your insides out through your ears... well, it can matter a lot. He was strong, too. We'd make love in the shower, and he'd grin and hold me off the ground, supporting me with one arm while he slid up inside me. But just before, his cock would be pressed between us, and it was so big it would push up past my navel. I'd get so excited, knowing that was going to be so deep inside me..." Mitch had gone very quiet. Chew on that, she thought. I'll bet no girls are raving about how you are in the sack right now... She kept talking Steve up. "And when he'd hold me... mmm, he was so good with his hands. I swear, he could make me cum just by playing with my nipples. But when he used his tongue..." She waved cool air onto her face with one hand, like the mention of her old self was giving her the vapors. "Course, it wasn't all one way. When a guy's that big, you can show off too. I've got pretty big boobs..." She pushed together her heaving tits, rubbing in his face the sort of bird Steve had been able to land... or, would have been able to land. Like, if he'd ever made a pass at Sally. "...but his dick could slide all the way up between them and still hit my throat. Course, that would just make me gag a little, and then my chest would be all slippery with saliva..." Hearing a feminine voice talk so dirty, Steve felt himself get hard... no, that wasn't right. Not hard. Something didn't feel right down there... god, she was sopping. It must be torture for Mitch, though. "He'd hold my legs apart, and drive right up into my g-spot... one time, I think he made me pass out." She noticed Mitch was looking far off. Who'd have thought he'd be so into imagining his old rival in the sack? Then it sunk in. He wasn't picturing Steve holding her in the shower, toying with her nipples until she squelched... no, in Mitch's head, he was the male lead. And then, Sally was picturing Mitch in the male lead, holding her, stroking, touching her everywhere that had just gotten warm wet or firm at the thoughts blazing lasciviously through her mind and off her tongue. She stopped short at the realization. "Sorry, you... you didn't want to hear about all that." "No, it's okay. You miss him. It's okay, we all do." That was... oddly considerate of the meathead Steve had grown up with. "You do? I mean... yeah, we do..." She looked up, smiling self- deprecatingly, confused. "Your cheeks dimple when you smile..." He noted, approvingly. He let a hand rest on her thigh, squeezing gently. She blushed before she had time to remind herself not to. She didn't like this guy, remember? He was a jerk. A jerk with big, strong hands, though... She took a long pull from the frosted glass of orange and vodka, and stole a surreptitious look at him out of the corner of her eyes. He was handsome, she thought. Maybe it was no wonder that the girls had gone after him in high school. Well, if he could say nice things about Steve... he could say nice things about Sally, too. "Oh yeah? Go on, tell me more about how pretty I am." "I've never been good with words. But don't worry, you can just look see how pretty I think you are." Now what did he mean by that. Clicking, finally, she looked down at his lap... and blinked in shock. Was that his... him? God, it went half way down his pant leg... She jerked her head back towards his face at the realization, mortified to be caught looking. "Sorry, that was rude. I just feel I can really be myself around you. Steve was very lucky..." He trailed the tips of his fingers along her cheek, snaring a lock of hair and tucking it behind her ear. Almost coincidentally, it seemed, his fingers were now closed around the back of her head. She looked up at him, jaw tilted up, long lashes batting as her universe narrowed to encompass only his eyes... and then he was leaning forward, lips parting, his mouth hot and wet against hers, beard tickling her chin. "Hmph!" She exhaled through her nose, fingers of one hand tightening around her glass. The other, propped behind her to hold her up on the bed, clenched reflexively, grabbing a handful of duvet. His tongue snaked into her mouth, breath hot against hers as his it probed and slid, the wet muscle pushing and testing the inside of her mouth. His paw slid around her waist, pulling her closer, engulfing grip easily encircling her slender midriff, pulling her top a little way up her tummy. What was she doing! She'd managed to tease a few choice praises out of him just fine, but the dump part was proving more difficult. His hand was sliding higher and higher up her flank, trailing over her ribs, just touching the fabric of her supportive bra. God, he'd be gripping her tit next, tugging and teasing... the anticipation turned on, fuelling a passionate return of his kiss. Lips locked and slid against each other, her eyes firmly closed as she sort out the stimulation of his lips on hers... Then she was leaning forward, kissing thin air as the embrace ended before she realized she'd been kissing him back at all. She opened her eyes dopily, feeling as silly as she was sure she looked. "Let's put this down..." He took the glass out of her unresisting hand, placing it on the table next to her. He turned back to face her, taking his hand in hers, fingers twining. He leaned over, gently pushing her down onto her back, shuffling over on the bed to lie on top of her, his weight solidly pressing down on her, even with most of it resting on his elbows. He kissed her again, tongue exploring her mouth as his hand slid again up the taut, toned flesh of her flank. Her arms felt useless lying next to her, and were soon wrapped around his shoulders. The hot mass of man engulfed her. Leaning in, he planted kisses along the nape of her neck, working lower, pressing his lips against her heaving cleavage. His wandering hand slid up her top, squeezing, her breasts bulging in his grip. She looked at the ceiling, panting, feeling him get harder between her legs. How the heck had she gotten herself in this position?! She had to tell him to... "Nggg!" Her back arched as he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking firmly. She felt a weird rushing sensation, pleasure radiating from the tip, peaking as he flicked it roughly. She pushed her bum down into the bed, away from a hand that had edged its way between the smooth skin of her shaved pubis and the lace of her panties, three fingers sliding over the embarrassingly wet fronds of her pussy. He released her nipple, grinning up at her from between her tits. "You weren't kidding, they are sensitive, huh. Or is it just cuz you've been at least 4 days without cock?" More like two... she thought to herself. He locked lips around it again, focusing on her as he drew back, sucking hard and pulling the nipple taut away from her chest. "No!" She managed to get it out properly this time. She grabbed his shoulders, holding him at elbows length away from her, looking as serious as she could while panting with lust. He looked at her with innocent incomprehension. "No, that's... too fast." He smiled lazily, nodding in assent. "I'll go slower, then..." He started moving his hand in slow, firm circles against her clit, feeling it swell to a nub, juddering between the ridges of his fingers as he massaged her. Her cheeks prickled, skin getting hot as he pushed all the right buttons. Okay, so she'd meant to tease him and leave him high and dry. But... but having him get her off was almost as good, right? There was no need to cut her own nose off to spite her face. She squirmed beneath him, surrendering to another kiss even as her hips bucked reflexively against his practiced fingers. She felt herself getting closer, an inexorable pressure building, welling between her legs. She kissed him enthusiastically, urging him on, the fluttering sensation in her flanks gripping, building... the abruptly halting. The motion of his fingers stopped as he withdrew his hand. She looked up at him, baffled, expression forlorn. He winced, apologetically. "Sorry babe, my fingers are getting worn out. The angle's all wrong. He read her expression easily. "Oh, don't look at me like that! Fine, take your jeans off, and I'll finish you off." He made it sound as romantic as getting your oil changed, but she was so close... she wasn't about to complain. She stood on the bed, a little unsteady, and popped the button of her jeans. She had to wiggle her hips left and right to get them down, the tight denim cutting in just above her hip bones. She took her panties off at the same time, the sopping fabric peeling from her pussy. She went to lay one her back like she'd been, but he gripped her hips. "Nah, like this." he instructed, firmly positioning her on all fours. She looked over her shoulders, concerned, ready to protest... until his fingers found their place again. "Ahn!" She arched her back, her elbows going wobbly as the gasp was forced from her lungs. "Isn't that better?" He teased. His hand slid up under her tummy, curling around until his hand was gripping her rip butt firmly, the crook of his arm constricting around her abdomen, pinioning her firmly in place. He rested his other hand on the base of her back. The flat of his thumb rested across her puckered rosebud, the tip of his thumb just pressing down. Two fingers slid in and out of her wet cunt, leaving her filled up but achingly empty at the same time. "N....Nyes..." she was forced to admit, between gasps. "Put your legs together babe, this'll feel even better..." He shunted her knees together with his thigh, leaving her own supple limbs pushed tightly together. She felt him rest his hand on her hip... and slide his cock between her legs. Her knees tight together, his cock was sandwiched between the smooth downy skin of her inner thighs on either side, and her pussy above. He shifted his hand, , gripping her perineum in the web of his index finger and thumb. Pressing his thumb lightly into her pussy, he ground his cock between her legs, thrumming against her clit. She could feel him holding her firmly in place. She twitched as every throb of his dick pulsed against her clit, the veins juddering against the sensitive nub. "Oh god... that's it... yes, that's it!" Oh fuck, it was too much, she was gonna... He sped up, his pelvis slamming against her butt as he pulled back and thrust forward over and over. His thumb just teased her entrance, pushing her lips apart, but not pressing inside. He pulled almost all the way back, and caught his breath. Then, he shifted his angle slightly. She felt his glans push against her wet opening, lining up, nudging her lips aside. For the smallest instant, she knew what was coming, seeing what was going on inside his mind as clear as day. He was going to enter her, to fuck her, to take her cunt... but she did nothing to stop him. He grunted, straining forward, plunging deep up inside her. Her eyelids popped wide as she felt his bare shaft drive into her guts, spreading her wide he sank deep up inside. A look of ecstasy crossed his face... before looking down in concern at the girl bent over in front of him. "Oh, Sally... god, I'm sorry, I guess I slipped!" He didn't move for a moment, his hands on her hips, both breathing in short, sharp little pants, as close together as any two people can get. She didn't believe a word of it. But the surge of pleasure at being penetrated was fading to a quiver when he stopped moving, but she could still feel him, pulsing inside her. If she was going to say stop at any time, this was it... She didn't. It felt too good. Fuck her plans, this was what she wanted. The hormones of four billion years were hammering against the primitive, passionate parts of her brain, and her short time in this body hadn't equipped her with the cerebral defenses against them. "That...that's okay..." She managed to cough out, looking back over her shoulder. "Just... pull out when you get close". He slowly drew back, eliciting a little sighing gasp from her. He pulled almost all the way out, just the tip of his glans resting between her labia. "What's okay?" He asked, pausing, leaving her feeling suddenly, achingly empty. Was he going to make her say it? "It's okay for you to... to be inside me." "You want me to fuck you?" He asked, monotone. "Yes!" She almost shouted, frustrated. "Yes, I want you to fuck me!" He grinned like a wolf let off the leash. "Fine." He slammed up inside her, pushing down on her shoulders as he yanked back. "Hunfff!" She felt the air driven from her lungs, her mouth opening and closing breathlessly as she looked up at him in shock. Before she had time to catch her breath, he drove inside her again, a dull ache radiating from her pelvis as he split her in two. He drove into her over and over, pounding her like some disposable estrogen toy, making her squeal with aching pleasure and ecstatic pain. Her tits lagged behind as her whole body was pushed forward with each thrust, flinging up as he yanked her back, before slapping against her torso over and over as he rammed her right back forward again. Finally, he slowed a little, giving her rump a slap before resting his hand there. "Turn around babe, I wanna see your face." Shakily, Sally managed to lie on her back. He hooked her legs up over his shoulders, her feet dangling in the air, lining up his cock again. He pushed forward, driving her dainty feet up next to her face, hamstrings taught as he bent her in two. She drew in a deep breath , her back arching, worming her shoulders into bed as the pulsing sensation in her pelvis grew. She could smell her arousal, his cock sliding easily inside her sopping pussy, balls slapping against her pert butt. She wanted this, needed it. "Hnnn....hnnNN!" Her nostrils flared as he fucked her, brow furrowed cutely as her big brown eyes met his, pupils huge with arousal and want, mouth twisted as she abandoned decorum to pleasure. She averted her face for a moment, breathing through pursed lips. A droplet of moisture hit her cheek, catching her attention. Was he drooling? She looked at his face... really looked at it. If she was blushing, he was glowing like Rudolf. Beads of sweat were gathering on his brow, his lips pursing as he panted, fucking her as hard as he could. She looked down at him, seeing his midriff a bit fuller than the quarterback she remembered. Suddenly, it dawned on her. This guy was 35, just like he'd been before waking up in this girls body. The quarter back of her youth was over a decade ago. No wonder he was going so hard, she was probably the best tail he'd had in years. Suddenly, her perspective shifted. She imagined herself through his eyes, a nubile young thing, squirming and panting and pliable, dripping wet as she mewled and writhed under the impact of his cock. It was too much for her. She came, hard. "Oh yes, Fuck... FUCK!" She slammed a hand behind her, her body tensing as she braced herself against the headboard. He kept reaming her, her tissues pushed up inside her, before flaring out as he filled her utterly, riding her orgasm to its limit. He rolled onto his back, his gut lurching, leaving her atop him. He pushed down firmly on her hips, adjusting his own waist. Her whole weight straddling him, she could feel him pushing up into her from the inside, slamming her... oh god that felt good, was he hitting her g-spot?. She braced her hands on her chest, leaning forward, her pelvis jiggling back and forward as she rode him to another orgasm. He reached up, taking a full tit in his hand. His other hand curled around her shoulder, holding her firmly in place. "Mmmmm. Get off..." He growled, lowly. As if on command, she got off again, the orgasm rippling through her body, pelvis bucking spasmodically, clit grinding against his pubis. She felt him buck, and twitch... she caught sight of his face, twisted in animal release. Her eyes widened, seeing too late what was happening. He gripped firmly, thrusting once more, hard... before spurting inside her. Warmth flooded her insides as he came over and over, painting her walls with the sticky mess. She could feel his shaft twirl inside her, stirring the porridge he'd deposited in her guts.They paused for a moment, her astride him. "You... you came inside me?" He opened one eye lazily. "Well, I told you to get off..." He said, a touch reproachfully. "I thought... I thought..." She'd thought he was telling her to cum, she didn't say. She was almost ashamed to have even thought it, and to have obeyed, cumming on demand... "You thought? Looked to me like you were only thinking bout one thing..." He half rolled over, forcing her to dismount. Unplugged, a glub of the stuff pushed out messily from her cunt. He took a drink of her vodka and orange. She lay, knees together, trying to breath mostly from her chest rather than her gut. Doing the latter grossly pushed more of the stuff out of herself... or maybe that's what she should be trying to do? "Are you on the pill?" "No..." She admitted, still trying to hold the stuff in. Occupied with that, she only gave half a thought when a phone went off. A default ringtone. That bingle had always bugged her. Why didn't people change the default tone? They must always think it was their phone going off when someone nearby got a message. She realized, as Mitch was picking it up, that in fact Sally was one of those people who had not bothered to change the default message alarm. "Hey, who's sending you a message this late?" The unprotected screen that had seemed so useful a couple of days earlier when she'd needed to commandeer her bodies previous occupants phone now held no defense against Mitch's thumb. He swiped across, and barked out a sudden laugh. "Jeez, who's this poser?" He showed her the screen. The picture had been taken with in landscape, and the phone was now held vertically, so it took a second for her to realize what it was. Then, it swam into focus. A man's arms, flexed so the bicep would bulge. It was captioned "A little eye candy to make up for earlier." The frame included the rolled up sleeve, the beige color she'd noted on her unexpected caller from the day before. The man was paying Sally's rent... although he got something in return. "Who's your friend, Sally?" "It's... it's no one." "No one that you know well enough to have texted earlier today? Not just texted, pixted, even..." He leant in to get a better look. Swiping further and further up, he was treated to Sally in various poses and states of undress "Wow, not just today, either? You look like quite the penpal, this goes back... months." He glared at her, his expression suddenly cold. The math wasn't hard. If she had been Steve's girlfriend as she was claiming, rather than Steve himself, then it would look to all the world like she'd been cheating on him. "Steve know bout this mister no one of yours?" He soon broke into a grin. "Well, tit for tat, right? No harm sending a reply to no one, since no one's gonna read it." Before she could move, he'd thrust her camera down his underwear, and tapped the button. A flash emanated from his briefs. He looked at the picture briefly. "Perfect. Got my good side. She reached out, feeling like the world was going in slow motion... as he pressed send. State of the art technology and infrastructure was recruited in the serious business of digitizing, encrypting, and transmitting across the ether and through miles of buried cable... his dick pic. She managed to snatch the phone back off him, turning away, in time to startle as the phone vibrated with the reply. That hadn't taken long. "Bad girl. I see from the carpet you're not at your flat. By 'your' flat I mean your old flat, obviously. Your things will be in a box next to the mailbox by the time you get there. Do not expect a good reference." "Did he like it?" Came the voice from behind her. Mitch's mug appeared over her shoulder, as he threw his arms around her. "What's he say?" "Yeah. Yeah, he thought it was a hoot." Sally said, flatly. Well, what was she meant to do now? She couldn't even be too mad at the guy. After all, he was just looking out for his departed friend, right? "Party's winding down. Wanna crash here?" What other choice did she have? She didn't have a cent to her name. Until she managed to plant a will listing her as her old selves sole beneficiary, of course. In the meantime, if anyone had a vested interest in making sure her belly didn't swell, it was Mitch. "Yes." She decided. She lifted his heavy arm, pivoting on the spot like they were dancing, deftly escaping his grasp. Maybe being small wasn't all bad, she thought. "But stay on your side of the bed." That lasted all of two hours. Waking up to an arm over her shoulders, her hair was all over her face as he spooned her, wrapped her protectively against his chest. Clearly awake, he was pushing his hips up and back, pushing his luck just as hard as he was pushing her panties between her butt cheeks. "Quit it!" She hissed shuffling forward. Suitably rebuked, that worked for all of 1 minute... before he was edging forward again. She rolled her eyes. Clearly, unless she did something, she was going to be playing dodge the penis all night. Reaching down, she gripped his shaft. Still facing away from him, she started to jerk, her supple form rippling as she tugged his throbbing shaft up and down. His hands roamed her body, rubbing and caressing, like he'd forgotten what one part of her felt like a moment after his touch had passed on. She heard his breathing change, and couldn't suppress a cheeky grin. Boys were so easy... Half an hour later, her arm starting to ache, she didn't feel so sure of herself. "Aren't you near yet?" It was almost an accusation. She felt the bed shift. A shrug. "What can I say, girl... you wore me out earlier. Maybe... a blow job?" She kept jerking him. Even at the suggestion, she felt her finger get a little wet against his cock. Pre-cum. Wow, he was near blowing even at the thought of being in her mouth... well, what was the harm? Besides, they needed to be on good terms for their chat tomorrow. "Okay." She conceded. Squirming around, she wriggled under the covers, the dark folds of duvet surrounding her as she knealt over his cock. Feeling her way down, she wrapped both hands around it, popping him into her mouth. She held her jaw wide as he slid in, lapping her tongue left and right... before closing her lips around him, bobbing her head up and down with a fast, tight seal. She didn't speed up or slow down, doing exactly what she'd like. She wrapped a thumb and forefinger around his base, squeezing gently, the other hand finding his balls. Weird, he didn't taste like her friend from the day before. He tasted a bit like going down on a girl... oh, of course. He tasted like her, because he'd been in her. Ugh ugh ugh ugh... wet little sounds were muffled by the blanket as her hot wet mouth bobbed up and down. The change in his breathing as he got nearer his climax was muffled too... His fingers curled, a hand landed on her shoulder through the duvet... and he spurted, grunting as he unloaded ropes of cum into the tight seal of her mouth. She sucked hard, careful not to spill a drop. Swallowing over and over, it was better down the hatch than dribbling from her chin, mussing up her hair and risking rolling in it at night. Besides, if anything it tasted better than before... Carefully wiping the corners of her mouth, she came up for air, the cool of the room hitting her face gloriously as she discovered just how hot it had gotten down there. He stroked her hair, twirling it around one finger... before kissing her hand. "That was incredible, babe." "Thanks, I..." He was already rolling over with a contented sigh. Okay, she thought. If you've got something important to talk about, do it before they cum. She was starting to see some of the foibles of her former gender... The next day, she rolled over into a depression where the slumbering man used to be. Again. Did she look so good sleeping that men couldn't bear to wake her up to say goodbye? She'd choose to believe that was it. She swung her legs out of the bed, back arching, chest protruding, straining even against the loose fabric of the voluminous old t-shirt he'd leant her to sleep in. Well... time to start the day. But start the day doing what? It's not like she had a home to go to, or, as near as she could determine, a job. Well, a shower first. She did that quietly, not sure she could face Raymond or Gary. Then, out of habit, she started cleaning. Always a tidy person, it was easier to think with busy hands. This continued until Mitch came back from wherever he'd been, half an hour later. She was on all fours, head under the bed, reaching under the bed for a stray sock. Her tongue protruded slightly with the effort, cheek squashed against the threadbare carpet. He stood at the door, arms folded, just taking it in. Wearing only panties from the waist down, the fabric rode high just right, taunting him with something so perfect just out of reach. He padded in quietly, an easier job now that the minefield of a floor was cleared up a bit. He knealt down next to her, finally given away by the clicking of his knees. "You know, if you're gonna go and do something like that, I might just be forced to convince you to stay another night..." A hand ran down her back, slipping easily over the smooth fabric of her panties, pushing them slightly inside her. She felt the grip adjust, holding her crouch whole in the hand, moving finger tips in rhythmic circles, the smooth fabric feeling coarse against her sensitive clit. Still unused to the sensations this body could experience, Sally shivered, the shudder running all the way from the nape of her neck down her perfect pink toes, much to the delight of the on looking male gaze. "Wow girl, does someone like the sound of that?" She couldn't deny the evidence of her own body. She did like it. She liked it very much. For all his yammering, the things he could do with his hands... yes, she wanted to feel that again. Her panties were nudged to one side, sliding a finger into a pussy found invitingly wet. It was pulled almost all the way out, just the tip left in. Like checking her oil, it was slick to the second knuckle. Another finger was added, hand tilted side on so the knuckles clunked against her pubis on the way past. "I think someone does want to stay... Say yes if you do." Stay with him and get to feel as good as she'd ever felt in her life, or leave, and be out on the street. It was a classic carrot and the stick moment. And, since becoming a woman, Sally was learning just how much she liked the carrot. "Yes..." It felt like a confession. "I thought you might say that. So, I ran the idea of you being here a few nights past Raymond and Gary. And we got to talking, and know what we found out?" Her thought immediately went back to a few days past. Her and Ray, her old body barely cool when she had made a pass at Ray. Her she was glad for the cover of the bulk of the bed to hide her guilty expression. "We found out that you'd already given two of us a taste what having you as a live in playmate might be like. Now, I was annoyed at you for cheating on my good buddy Steve, but it seems I can't really blame you. Sounds like your fit to jump just about anything with a pulse, am I right?." He didn't wait for an answer. "Me and Raymond were on board, but Gary... well, Gary'd have felt left out. I think he's starting to feel more included now though, aren't you Gary?" "I could come round to it" another voice said, guardedly. Finally, Sally's eyes flared wide. She scurried out from under the bed, to the accompaniment of a barked laugh and firm tug on her hips. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Mitch kneeling... on the wrong side of her. She quickly looked back over the other shoulder, to see Gary squatting on his haunches behind her, fixated on her pussy, studiously pistoning two fingers in and out of her cunt. He braced his thick set arm on the base of her back, steadying her. Looming lankily over him, Raymond... holding a camera? She tried to stand up, furious. "Now wait, what do you think..." "No, you wait." Raymond interjected, as Mitch's hand clamped down on her shoulder, leering face too close to hers. "After we learnt about your cheating, and 'accidentally' having sex off birth control with poor Mitch here..." Mitch failed totally to look hard done by, or even look up from her cotton clad chest. "... we wondered what else might not be kosher. So I popped round to Steve's old job on behalf on his folks, and guess what? No will." His voice was steady, but he looked intense, excited. His hand was over his upper thigh, hiding his hard on... or waiting for the right time to free it. No, it's not like that! She screamed internally, wanting to spill the truth. But who'd believe her? Especially with th evidence stacking up. Mitch had reached into her top, calloused hands grabbing a hefty helping of her tit, tumbling the nipple between his fingers as he weighted the pendulous mammary. His other hand reached up under her top from the bottom, sliding his fingers lightly over his tummy. Oh god, that's right! She'd almost forgotten about the little swimmers, even now ascending her ovaries for their prize. Holding her belly, Mitch gave her a wink. "Now, we could take all this to the cops. But... you didn't really hurt society, did you? No, you hurt Steve. And since he's not around, I think maybe we should be the ones you make this up to." With Mitch on one side and Gary already behind her, Ray got onto his knees on her other side. She was on all fours, as he gripped her by the jaw, turning her head to face him. He slid one thumb in her mouth, feeling around the slippery mucosa inside her cheek as he looked deep into her eyes. She heard a zipper lower behind her, and a rotund gut rest on the firm shelf of her lower back as Gary lined up. Mitch worked her top higher and higher, almost salivating in his eagerness for round two. "What do you say, Sally? Do you want to deal with us, or the police?" She looked into the eyes she knew so well. She just needed to say the word, and they'd be on her. Touching and pulling, caressing and pounding. Worshiping and despoiling all at once. She made up her mind. Her life was never dull after that. Exciting and embarrassing in turns, and often sticky, but never a lonely night. She certainly never felt the need to experiment with Ketamine again...