The Secret
Please start with this series on Part 1. Some of this may not make sense if you don't.
Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is trapped in. In the story I use first person singular (I, me, my, mine) for
Andy's
thoughts and third person feminine singular (she, her, hers, herself) for
Andi's
body. Eventually I will refer to both Andy's thoughts and Andi's body in the first person singular.
Although this is a fictitious story (or is it). Facts stated in this are based in science.
List of characters:
Andy: The man who died and took over Andi's body
Maria: Andy's wife and now widow
Abby: Andy and Maria's daughter
Tina and Ned: Andi's parents
Andi: Tina and Ned's daughter. Beautiful young lady whose mind was switched with Andy
Ryan: Tina and Ned's son
Jimmy: Andi's boyfriend
Bob: Worker at the pool store
Marie Sue: Andi's freshman roommate
A lot has happened almost 3 months since I last wrote.
I started my freshman year at our local university. The school is fairly well known and for reasons that will become obvious, I don't feel comfortable naming it. I changed my major to zoology with an emphasis in human physiology. In another life when I was Andy, I started with a degree in zoology and after graduating I went to a local law school at night. After working days and going to law school at night I finally graduated and passed the bar.
In my new life I wanted to study human sexuality. The best way to accomplish that would be to get an undergraduate degree in zoology and pursue a graduate degree in human sexuality. I was always a good student. I wasn't ready for all the advancements in the life sciences since I graduated in 1969 as Andy.
It was important that I graduate with top grades if I was going to eventually do research at the Kinsey Institute at Bloomington (my dream job). Some of the classes I started to take covered a lot of material I had already learned in another life, but the new information made me work. I was proud I had solid As in all my classes at midterm. In one of my large classes the professor personally handed me my midterm exam and announced to the class it was the highest grade in the class. I turned to a male classmate sitting near me who couldn't keep his eyes off of my boobs and said "You thought I was a pretty face with big tits. Turns out I'm a smart, pretty face with big tits." The next class I wore my black shelf bra with a very tight zipper top with the zipper pulled down to show maximum cleavage. He asked me out that day.
I had lots of guys hitting on me. There seemed to be a direct correlation between how often I was asked out and how much cleavage I showed. I had worked out a strategy that really seemed to work. I would only go out with upperclassmen that lived in an apartment. The university requires all freshmen to live on campus. I wasn't going to fuck in my dorm room unless it was a last resort.
When an upperclassman with an apartment asked me out, we would always have dinner. I would wear a 1/4 cup bra. I loved how it lifted up my breasts, but left my nipples uncovered. I wore a top that was thin so my always hard nipples were very obvious. The guy couldn't keep his eyes off my boobs. After dinner I would make sure he would invite me back to his apartment
At first, I was surprised most guys thought we were going to fuck as soon as we got to their apartment. I never fucked them on a first date, and usually not till the third date. On the first date I always first sat in the living room. I would brush my hard nipples "accidently" against them. I would look down at their crotch and see it they were packing. That was usually the only date small dick guys got.
If a guy made it to a second date, again dinner and back to his apartment. This time I would tease him, and then suggest we go to his bedroom. We would heavy pet. I really didn't want to kiss the guy, so I would almost immediately put up my top and tell him to kiss my breasts. There was more than once a guy would unzip his pants and take out his dick. Sometimes I asked him to pull his pants down.
Before I was going to do anything with raging erections, I told them they were going to have to go down on me. If I guy refused, I would put my top back on and walked out. If I got this far, I would lift my skirt and take my panties off. If the guy made a disparaging remark about my huge clit, I put my panties on (if I was wearing any), top back on and walk out.
If the guy went down on me, I would tell them what I liked. I usually would take three fingers up me, stroking my G spot. I could easily get three of four orgasms. I would get some lube out of my purse and get the guy to lie on his back. I would jack him off by stroking and twisting my hands. It usually took only a few minutes to make him cum. I would almost never fuck them on a second date.
If a guy made it to a third date, while we were at dinner I would ask them if they had condoms. There was more than one who said they wouldn't use a condom. I would finish dinner and kiss them on the cheek and said goodbye. If they agreed to use a condom, during dinner I handed them a blue pill. Everyone I handed a blue pill knew what they were and told me they didn't need it. I had a standard line that always got them to take the Viagra. I said, "I had planned on fucking you more than once tonight."
This method filtered out a lot of guys, but I ended up with big dick guys who were willing to go down of a big clit girl. I was always a person of my word; I fucked them twice any time I had decided to fuck them. Even with this method, I still ended up with some shitty lovers. Some big dick guys thought all they needed to pleasure a woman was a big dick. Once you fuck a guy, they assume you're going to fuck them again and again. The guys that didn't make the cut, I ghosted them. The guys that were good lovers I fucked over and over again. I didn't stick with one guy at a time. I had a small stable of guys who I could call up anytime for a booty call. It really helped because I was always horny.
Mary Sue and I got along fabulously. I convinced her we shouldn't talk about the past, but just the present. Because of this, I didn't have to pretend I knew mutual friends or events. She really was a small thing and had never had a boyfriend. She was very shy undressing even around my. I really didn't understand why she wore a bra, except it did give her a little shape. I on the other hand I wore a bra and panties or just panties when we were in the room.
More than once Mary Sue commented about my breasts and nipples. I was afraid to give her the "Full Monty" because my huge clit might frighten her. She confided in me that she had never had a regular period. I finally convinced her to go the health services and ask about birth control pills to get her regular. I also told her the hormones in the pill might help her with breast development. I was shocked when she actually got a prescription of the 'pill'. She was thrilled to finally be 'regular' and her breasts grew to a full AA cup that semester.
November 6th, 1999 - Day 153
November 6
th
, 1999 fell of a Saturday. Eventually Mary Sue felt comfortable enough to walk around in only bra and panties in our room. I teased her about her granny panties. "Mary Sue you have a gymnasts' ass, you should show it off when you have a chance. Show me your sexiest panties." She went to a drawer and pulled out a white thong. "Do you enjoy wearing thongs?"
"I guess."
"Put them on." She turned her back to me, took off her panties and slid on her thong. "Wow, your ass looks great."
"Do you really think so?"
You could make a dead man cum. You need to emphasis your best parts. You have a pretty face and a world class ass."