Hi.
Everyone has done a body swap story: other Literotica authors, mainstream writers and Hollywood. I've never been taken with the genre having seen one too many movies that are same-same. And I'll be honest. I haven't read any of the body swap stories here. That said, I decided on a whim to offer my variant. So here it is. I hope it brings a little pleasure to some of you.
Thank you.
Paula
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I Am She
ONE
Me and Sarah had sort of dated for a short while. In school, before my first proper girlfriend. We'd been too young to fuck, though we had had a fumble behind the proverbial bike sheds once. Yeah. I knew what her tits felt like. But ultimately, we'd just ended up as friends through continuing to move in the same circles.
In truth. She also wasn't my type. Curvy with a bob haircut, she was certainly doable. Just not in a way that truly pushed my buttons. I also wasn't keen on her insistence for getting inked, or the septum ring. Strange symbolic designs on her forearms and an anklet that she said represented her spiritual journey.
Evie was very different. Being in the same clique, I'd known her just as long. And my sexual predation for her had grown just as it had waned for Sarah. She was slender with long dark hair. Petite and free of aftermarket modifications. But I had never even kissed her. Always there had been a liking that I felt went beyond friends, but always, I'd been held at arm's length.
Now school was over and we were in the local college, most of our other friends had drifted away. They had jobs or went to the proper universities in the big cities. All that was left of the gang was us three. Good for me because I had two pretty girls to hang out with. Not so good, because Evie had dated at least one guy I knew of and Sarah just didn't seem that interested in sex with anyone. Yeah, I looked cool on the high street amongst my peers. At home, I was wanking into a tissue most nights.
It wasn't all bad. I had managed a two or three hook-ups that had borne fruit, so to speak. One nighters really. Just nothing that had blossomed into a relationship. And sadly, Evie hadn't featured amongst them. She was the one I had higher expectations of to be fair. She wasn't someone I just wanted to bang and forget.
Sometimes I sensed she liked me more than she admitted. Mixed signals. But whenever I'd tried my luck, always with just enough joviality that I could laugh it off, she had said no.
We were eighteen, almost nineteen. On the cusp of adulthood. But still children in so many other ways. College was serious stuff that we hoped would get us good jobs. Right now, though, we didn't have a lot of money. I'd done a variety of little jobs to supplement my income. Sarah took seasonal work in supermarkets while Evie seemed to float through life with no source of income, but always cash when she needed it. Generous parents.
The money we did have was merely getting us through college. It wasn't opening the world to us. No cars or fancy holidays. Our free days were still filled much as they had been when we were in school. We hung around together, went to each other's houses, and sat in McDonald's all day. We were still children at heart.
"So what we doing today?"
"Sunbathing in the park." Evie declared.
"Boring."
"Free."
"You're going to get bored staring at our legs?" Sarah teased.
"You're gay." Evie poked her tongue out at me.
"I am not."
"If you were, you could be my best friend. All girls have a gay best friend."
Evie was laughing, wriggling her arse as she stretched out ahead. She knew full well I was looking.
"I am not gay.
And I am your best friend."
"I thought that was me." Sarah laughed.
"Two girls who don't have boyfriends. So who's gay?"
"You'd like us to be. So you could watch."
I made an exaggerated point of considering Sarah's comment.
"True.
What's the chances?"
"About the same as your chances of Evie sucking you off."
"Eew."
Evie put on a show of disgust.
"I want a man. Not a boy whose balls haven't dropped."
"Fuck you."
"You'd like to, wouldn't you?"
There was that sly look. The one that said she might. A prize she held just out of reach, but was never entirely dismissed. She switched before I could come up with a response.
"Come on. I want some rays before it gets too hot."
The park was popular in the summer. It was a well-kept space in the centre of town. A green space courtesy of Victorian town planning that was easily accessible. Not overly large and mostly formal. There were tennis courts on one side and a little hut that sold ice cream and burgers.
"Crowded," Evie said disappointedly.
"And bloody children screaming."
Summer holidays. There had been a time when we'd been those noisy kids. Now we thought of ourselves as the grown-ups. The real grown-ups didn't. To them, we were dodgy teenagers.
"Over there is fine."
I liked where Sarah was pointing. Over by a hedge row and an enormous oak tree. Ideal for those two to stretch out. Some shade for me when I got bored and resorted to surfing the internet.
So that's where we went. Okay, it wasn't the most exciting day, but it was out of the house and free. And perhaps I could make another play at getting into Evie's pants later.
Oh boy. Evie looked amazing in those shorts, especially lying on her stomach. They were tight. The denim pulled into her cracks around her arse just where it should. And those legs were exposed right up to the same cracks. Oh, Jesus, they were nice. I'd give anything to run my hands up them.
I looked away. The last thing I needed in the heat was a boner. Sarah was smirking. She'd seen exactly where I'd been looking.
"Nice?"
One word. To an oblivious Evie, it was a question about the location. I knew differently.
"Ideal," I responded with equal obscurity.
Satisfied with rumbling me, a still grinning Sarah lay on her blanket and positioned her sunglasses.
"Turn me over in half an hour so I don't burn."
I took up position just inside the shadow of the tree. I envied the girls in their shorts. I'd stupidly worn full-length jeans. Now I'd have to suffer the indignity of sweaty bollocks.
"Let me know if you need sun cream rubbing on."
Not unexpectedly, neither took up my offer.
I turned my attention to the park, scanning for girls. Anyone else who equalled Evie and Sarah on the scale of looks. There were plenty around. Just no one that nice. Too old, too young, or too fat. Apart from one, but she had two small children in a pushchair. I wasn't trying my luck there. I did look though. Nice legs in a short skirt and tits spilling from a low top. Yeah, I could give her kids a baby brother or sister if she wanted. Just so long as I didn't have to stick around till the snotty-nosed brat popped out.
Like all lads my age, I was constantly obsessing with getting my cock serviced. I didn't mind how fleeting that was, though I did have designs on something more involved for the right person. I glanced at Evie again. The one who could tame me had turned onto her back, torturing me with a view straight up between those gorgeous legs to where the denim may as well be a medieval chastity belt. And those tits. Not big or anything crazy. Just nice mounds that pushed her top out, firm enough not to vanish when she was laid down. Oh boy.
I pushed my earbuds in and chose a playlist before closing my eyes against the glaring sun. If I had to sit here, I needed a distraction.
I jumped, shocked from my dazed half-sleep of weird dreams, mostly involving Evie.
"Fuck."
I saw it was Sarah who had grabbed my arm and I pulled the earbuds away sharply.
"What's wrong?"
"There's an animal in the bushes."
She looked frightened.
"Don't be silly. It's probably just someone's dog." Evie derided her without even opening her eyes.
There was a shuffling though. The rustling of leaves and the snap of dry twigs. Then came the awful sound of phlegm being expunged.
"I can hear something as well."
I could see the bushes moving. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I got the sense it wasn't something small. Most likely it was a someone.
"Who's in there? Creep." I shouted out.
"You're scaring the girls."
Evie propped herself on her elbows and stared.
"Still says it's a dog."
Then the someone emerged.
"What the fuck lady?"
Christ, she must have been eighty or more. Grubby and unwashed, in old rags. Worst of all she had her trousers around her knees, pulling them up as she emerged. Thank god for the long top. If I'd seen anything higher than those skanky legs, I'd have been put off sex for life.
"Eew. What are you doing?"
Evie had finally sat up, now equally grossed out.
