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
Hank: Maria's new husband
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
Mary Sue: Andi's roommate
Bill: Mary Sue's live in boyfriend
Donna and Mike: Mary Sue's parents
Misty: Andi's lesbian lover
I again had gotten straight A's though my junior year. I again received a congratulatory letter telling me I had made the President's List, it also told me I received a scholarship that paid for my next semester's tuition. Tina and Ned now almost expected this. I had started to look at graduate schools. I felt with my grades and activities, I should be able to get into any school I apply to. The one catch to this was Misty. She was a year behind me and honestly I didn't want to leave her.
Maria and Hank had really settled into their marriage. They continued the friendship with Tina and Ned almost as if I had never existed. I have seen Maria occasionally when I'm home, but I have avoided being alone with her. I'm afraid what I might say.
Mary Sue and Bill were fucking as much as ever. Bill was still having his twice a month threesome with Misty and I. Because of this I stopped seeing my fuck buddies. Bill would wait a couple of hours and almost sexually attack Mary Sue. I was actually worried that he might physically hurt her. From personal experience, I knew that Mary Sue's mother liked pain with her pleasure. I wondered if that was also true for Mary Sue. They had started to talk about marriage. Mary Sue's parents loved Bill. I hoped they wouldn't try to start a sexual relationship with him. Mary Sue and Bill had decided to get their MBA here and were going to stay in her condo. I told them I wasn't sure if I was going to grad school next year or wait on Misty to graduate. Mary Sue said he wouldn't mind if I stayed in the condo after I graduated.
I was working my business as much as I wanted. I had decided to be very selective about who my clients were. I would only deal with women, no husbands or boyfriends. Women over 60 years old or under 30 who had never had orgasms. It has always amazes me how ignorant people are about sex. Many of the women I have dealt with still believed they could orgasm from penetration alone even though they had never had an orgasm by any means. And shocking as it sounds, a few women that were my client didn't even know they had a clitoris. I had started giving every client a short anatomy lesson. I also explained that the Magic Wand was almost always guaranteed to give them an orgasm if applied to their clit properly. The dildo was more for extra stimulation.
In a letter Benjamin Franklin revealed eight reasons why older women were preferable to younger ones when engaging in casual sex. Best of all, Franklin gleefully wrote, "They are so grateful!" I found this was also true for older women getting their first orgasm.
Near the end of the school year unbeknownst to me, Misty had her nipples pierced. She had really gotten into nipple jewelry and she found even nicer jewelry was available for pierced nipples. Over the summer she really went crazy with very exotic styles. She found an upscale jeweler in Cincinnati that had a catalogue of nipple jewelry that used real diamonds.
Her favorite for daily wear was scallop set diamond nipple barbell. I normally wore diamond stud earrings and the diamonds in her barbell were bigger than my diamond stud earrings. My favorite was her nipple ring chain that had a large diamond hanging from the chain attached to her nipples. It looked great with a low cut top, but she would wear it around the condo covered up. Misty said her nipples were now more sensitive and the feeling of the chain and diamond pulling on her nipples was a real turn on.
In late April Misty and I went to a Monday night karaoke. Misty chose "Emotions" sung by Mariah Carey. The karaoke DJ told her she might want to choose a different song because it was the most difficult song they had in the catalogue. She said she would be fine with the song. I, on the other hand, asked him what the easiest one for a woman was. He suggested "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" sung by Pat Benatar. I was a terrible singer in another life, but I did have rhythm. In a new body, maybe I had an acceptable voice. I sounded good in the car, I just didn't know.
I asked the Karaoke DJ if we could also do a duet. He said sure, so I suggested "I've Got You Babe" by Sony and Cher. We sat through several singers that at best were terrible. I'm not sure if it was alcohol or just no talent. Johnny Carson once said "Never follow an animal act or child act". He should have included "never follow Misty." I really didn't know what a spectacular singer she was. I swear she sounded better than Mariah Carey when she sang "Emotions". Misty was wearing her go to black leather bustier, nipple chain necklace, and one of my tennis skirts. I think the crowd started watching her from the start because of her outfit, but once she started to sing, she had them eating out of the palm of her hand. I had been to other karaoke nights in this life and my other, but I have never seen a crowd rise to their feet and cheer for several minutes at the end of a song.
Later that night I told her what a natural singer she was. She responded, "Both of my parents are great singers, I took voice lessons for 12 years, yeah I'm a natural." I found later she had tried out and was accepted to Julliard as a voice major, but decided not to go. She wasn't interested in a professional performer, but did the tryout for her parents.
I was up and the only practice I had ever done was singing with the car radio. I started out a little tentative, but realized the voice I had inherited wasn't bad. I could actually carry a tune. While I was singing I noticed a guy come over and sit with Misty. She kept shaking her head no, so I thought he was hitting on her. I finished up and actually got a nice round of applause.
Misty and I were up for "I Got You". I took Sonny's part because it was easier. As we were singing, she looked into my eyes and I almost lost my place. When we finished, the crowd gave us a standing ovation, but better yet Misty gave me a very passionate kiss, tongue and all, in front of God and country. The crowd went crazy.
It's funny how people react to two people of the same sex showing love for each other. If we were two men kissing, not too many people would react positive, but because we were two women everybody loved it.
We started to show up most Monday nights. The karaoke DJ would put Misty in the back half of the program. Some nights I would sing solo, some nights I wouldn't, but we always finished with "I've Got You Babe" and a big sloppy kiss. Any time I did sing, there would always be some guy that would hit on Misty. Sometimes they were very persistent until she told them she was a lesbian.
The karaoke DJ gave Misty his phone number and asked her to let him know when she was going to show up. He would save a seat for both of us. He knew he had a great act and he wanted to capitalize on it.
Misty's mom got a new car. She gave Misty her "old" car. The old car was a two year old 2000 Mercedes-Benz 600SL Roadster. I was a car guy in another life. New that car had a MSRP of north of $130,000. It looked like it had never driven. Misty told me her mother got a new car ever couple of years. As I have said before, "Rich people, wow."
Misty wanted more and more pain with her pleasure. I guess we had entered the realm of S&M. I had started to use a leather flogger with numerous strips. I had started to just tease her, but she soon asked me to hit her with it. I was careful not to wrap her. I knew wrapping could really hurt her and leave marks on her beautiful body.