Akheri sipped from a sweating glass of sangria. Zizakh returned from the porch with grilled chicken, the last detail of the massive Mediterranean salad he placed between them, alongside steaming couscous and a bowl of sliced peaches. A blast of heat from outside passed through the room. Zizakh scooped up Big and carried the dog to a shaded carrier across the room.
The sangria relaxed her. She brought up everything she knew about Spanish cuisine--about three sentences. Zizakh mentioned that he might soon travel for work and sketched out the upcoming work on the house. His level of enthusiasm suggested neither topic much interested him.
After the meal, the two sat on the porch swing. The creak was comforting, the evening heat almost unbearable.
"Did it shock you," Akheri asked, "what I told you the last time?"
He gave what she already considered a very Zizakh reaction, with his lower lip jutting out and his head tilting once in each direction. "Shock? No. Surprised, sure."
"Most people have questions."
"You'll tell me what you want when you want," Zizakh said. "If I had a problem," he went on, a hand on her thigh, "would I invite you for a meal? I'm comfortable with myself. I was attracted when I met you and I like you now. What more is there? It sounds simplistic, maybe. My grandfather, he warned me about overthinking. 'To think is good for making plans,' he told me once. 'If you mean to rob a bank, yes, have a good think first. But'--him still speaking-- 'but with certain decisions, Zeez, choose this way or that way with your heart and charge straight ahead. A rhinoceros never has regrets.'"
The bugs outside the porch screens became louder as twilight dimmed.
Akheri put a hand on his chest. They had done a certain amount of kissing on the previous date and their mouths opened immediately. Akheri moaned into his mouth as his hand squeezed her breast. To finally push through to this moment! Not waiting, she pulled the hem of her sundress over her hips while Zizakh kissed her chest. He was one of those men who shaved at seven a.m. and started the next beard by suppertime, but the prickly sensation on her skin excited Akheri--she liked her men to feel like men.
Undress me, she thought. Force these straps down my arms.
Zizakh broke from her nipple to ask if she wanted to return inside.
No. Out here. Let's make the neighbors creep up to their windows to listen to us. Throw the swing cushion on the ground--
"Yes," she said.
Zizakh's hand remained pressed on her behind as she led the way up the stairs. In the bedroom, he turned Akheri around and, motioning for her to raise her arms, flicked open three buttons and flung the dress across the room. One hand fondled her breast, the other brought her close to him. From there he touched her navel before exploring downward. Her panties dropped to the floor with a whisper and her bra followed.
"Very aroused," he said as he found the place between her legs. A minute later he was nude with his own excitement very evident. Akheri trembled as he admired her with his eyes and hands. Taking her hips, he turned her, and as he kissed up her spine, his hands lifted up her breasts while his cock throbbed between her buttocks.
Akheri looked down. He had tossed a pillow onto the floor. As he placed his knees he turned her around again, and with an excited growl, Zizakh took her fully erect penis into his mouth.
Akheri laughed a surprised cry. Watching her penis slide between his lips made her harder, larger. To her surprise he moved slowly on her shaft, concentrating on the suction. Easing the pressure, Zizakh pulled back until his tongue found the sensitive place under the head. He clamped onto her ass and, rocking and making grateful sounds, began to work her into a frenzy.
"Please," she said, "on the bed."
When Akheri stretched out, Zizakh took the opposite position, his face level at her shaved crotch and hers facing his half-erect cock. She spread her legs to admit him to the insides of her thighs. Her penis rubbed against his rough face as he moved inward. He kissed the skin beneath her scrotum and took her in his fist. Akheri sighed as she locked her arms over her head. His lips nibbled around her cock. His mouth engulfed her balls, and she quivered at his strokes. Twice she feared she would go off. Before she could warn him, he resumed the soft kisses. At times Akheri brushed his head with her lips. But what Zizakh was doing to her took all of her attention.
Repositioning his body, Zizakh raised his head to run a fingertip around the head of her cock, and a moment later down its length.
"Heavy," he said as he hefted her. "Full."
Slowly Zizakh worked up and down while using his light touch to squeeze the two inches of dick beyond his mouth's capacity. She rose to her elbows to watch. Her whispers of yes and oh Zizakh and don't stop took her further than she intended, beyond the ability to stop or want to stop. His mouthfucking became faster and noisier. Akheri slipped over the edge just as he disengaged. Crying out, she sprayed semen onto her own chest and stomach. The enormous volume! She was still breathing hard when Zizakh lowered his penis onto her lips.
Yes. Fuck my hot mouth like you fuck a pussy.
Though not as long as Akheri, he packed more girth, and half his full erection left her little room to move her tongue, let alone breathe. One of her hands kept the rest of his cock at bay as he pumped. His body tensed. He pulled away. Akheri finished him. Bright white cum splashed onto her neck and chest. The entire front of her body was sticky and wet.
Zizakh gently washed her in the shower with his free arm wrapped around her shoulders. Their intense kissing restored faint hints of life below their waists. Each fell short of an erection. But the steam softened Zizakh's body hair and dampened Akheri's body. The afterplay continued until their skin wrinkled.
Akheri slightly pulled apart her buttocks as he got out of the water. "Next time?" she said. When she left, her panties remained on the bedpost as a down payment on her next visit.
Between arriving home and morning, something happened for the first time in many years. Akheri knew it from the first moment of total consciousness, even without the telltale hangover-like ache from head to toe. In the past she might have kicked away the sheets in a panic. Today, despite the rarity of the event, she simply looked beneath the sheets at the slit between her legs.
The change meant nothing in the short term. It happened. It would happen back whenever she wanted. Over breakfast Akheri strategized ways to put off Zizakh for the time she needed to return to the body he had enjoyed.
Her thoughts worked back to the first shocking change in college. A woman in her co-op began to make regular stops in Akheri's room. One night Eshe volunteered to brush out Akheri's then-long hair. The woman's hands ended up plunging into Akheri's blouse. In a flash, Eshe undressed Akheri down to a damp pair of underpants. Akheri became part of Eshe's rotation of female visitors. The night Eshe introduced her to face sitting peaked with an Akheri-on-top orgasm that forced Akheri to scream into a pillow while soaking Eshe's chin in neck in juices.
Eshe left afterward, as usual. Akheri awakened the next morning with smaller breasts and a largeish penis.
Akheri mentioned it to no one, ever. News stories at the time repeated that researchers had recorded this many "cases" of the "condition" worldwide. No one pretended to know the accurate figure nowadays.
Over the years, she had read and watched enough negative commentary to conclude she preferred to keep her secret a secret. She learned to control the change. It was like a child learning to not wet the bed, she joked to herself. Until she achieved control, however, Akheri never--but never--stayed the night with a male bedmate. She heard horrible stories of how men reacted to the surprise between a lover's legs when after rolling over the next morning.
