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
Bill and Tom: Two of Andi's stable of studs
A lot has happened almost 5 months since I last wrote.
Y2K came and went. There was a fear that when we went to a new millennium, it would crash computers all over the world. The US both public and private spent around $100 billion to prevent the problem from happening. Now it's felt that nothing needed fixing.
Since writing I have came home twice, once for Thanksgiving break and the other for Christmas break. Tina has finally stopped being angry toward me. I think she realized our relationship had to move forward. Ned was great. He really loved Andi. He kept slipping me money anytime he could. I had accumulated several hundred dollars that I had yet spent.
I first class on my first semester class schedule on Thursday started at 11. Most Wednesday evening's Maria would pick me up at my dorm and take me to her house. Our daughter, in another life, Abby, was going to the big university in Columbus. We were alone and didn't have to explain what was going on. Maria was very routine. She would lead me the bedroom when we arrived home. On the bed were her large vibrator and the clone a Willy dildo with harness. Without saying a word, she would undress, put her clothes in a neat pile and lay down on a towel on the bed.
She would spread her legs and hold her arms out for me. I would lie on top of her. We would hump. I could feel my giant clit get even harder rubbing against her labia. I could feel the wetness of her pussy. I would go down on her and warm her up, never to orgasm. I would strap on the clone a Willy dildo and slowly fuck her to two or three orgasms while she used her vibrator. Sometimes she would bring me off orally and use her fingers and other times she would strap on the dildo and really pump me to orgasm. We would fall asleep, me spooning her. We would then get up by 8 in the morning, shower together and I was back by 9:30 in my dorm room. We did this week after week.
Before Christmas break I went to Tri County shopping center to buy Christmas gifts. I had only known my new family for half a year. I had no idea what to buy for them. I went mostly generic. Nobody noticed how strange my gifts might have been.
I stopped at Spenser gifts again. I found a dildo that looked like they had used Bob as a model. I was going to give it to Mary Sue as a started dildo. When I gave it to her, she was really embarrassed. I told her, "Make sure you wash it well, and use lots of lube with it." I pulled out a large bottle of lube. Mary Sue I know a guy with a dick almost exactly this size, and he would love to fuck you." She looked down and smiled, "Really?"
"You need to get comfortable with this dildo in your tight vagina. Find out the right depth for maximum pleasure."
I had a straight A average my 'first semester'. I made the President's List for having a 4 point average. In a congratulatory letter, it said that only three percent of all students made the list. I even got my name in the local paper. Tina acted surprised I did that well. Ned had a more positive attitude. He felt I was living up to my potential.
The beautiful woman who liked getting me off orally showed up every Saturday school was in session. We were very passionate in the shower. There were two things odd about her; she loved to kiss, but didn't want me to go down on her and she hardly ever spoke. Having a Saturday morning orgasm was a wonderful way to start the weekend.
It's been claimed Scott Fitzgerald said once to Ernest Hemingway, 'You know, the rich are different from you and me." Hemingway replied, "Yes. They've got more money." As I got to know Mary Sue I realized she was different and definitely rich. She came from old money. Her family owned a very prosperous manufacturing plant in Cincinnati for generations. I know her father in another life. Families of old money are so relaxed and giving. I have found the nouveau riche always wanted to tell you how rich they are. They could act like your best friend one day and ignore you the next.
I tell you this because I was still surprised when I started to pal around with Mary Sue. I had never been to the family's mansion. I had driven over during break and was greeted by a housekeeper. She told me Mary Sue was up in her room, and she would show me the way. As I walked through the bottom floor I noticed beautiful furniture. Pictures on the walls that had their own light source. I've only seen that in museums and art galleries.
As I went up the "grand stairway', I couldn't help but think I was in a movie. Mary Sue gave me a big hug when she saw me. I gave her a big wet kiss. "I didn't recognize you fully dressed. She blushed. "Andi, I got a great idea for a road trip. I think my boobs have grown a little more. I want to see what's available to me. I knew you were coming over, so I made an appointment at a shop in Cincinnati that specializes in special sizes."
"Special sizes?"
"Sexy clothes for small boob women. I'll drive, I know the way" She had been given a Mustang for high school graduation. She told me about the car. It was modified for her petite size. The pedals were extended and seat was high. We ended up in Hyde Park in Cincinnati. Hyde Park is an affluent area with upscale stores. We went into a small boutique lingerie shop. The woman greeted Mary Sue like they were old friends.
As Mary Sue looked at some very expensive bras, the saleswoman said, "Don't worry about fit. We can custom fit to your exact size." Mary Sue picked several bras. Some transparent, others push up and some demi. Mary Sue asked, "Do you have matching thongs." Sure enough, almost every bra had matching thongs.
Mary Sue went into a fitting room with the bras. She called me in while she was wearing one. "What do you think, Andi?"
"I didn't know you could get custom bras."