Please start with this series on Part 1. Some of this may not make sense if you don't.
Some readers may ask how it is possible I remember all these events. I was a lawyer in another life and learned to keep really good notes. When I became Andi, I kept a daily diary of what was happening in my life. Some of the exact dialog may not be exact, but the gist of it is correct.
Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is now 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
Andi: Tina and Ned's daughter. Beautiful young lady whose mind was switched with Andy
Mary Sue: Andi's roommate
Bill: Mary Sue's now husband
Misty: Andi's lesbian lover
Mrs. P: Misty's mom and former client of Andi
Louis: Andi and Misty's French boy toy
I graduated on May, 5, 2003. Andy Rooney, CBS News correspondent was the speaker. He did a great job. He had an amazing life. I graduated summa cum laude and was congratulated by the university president by name for being one of several students who graduated with straight "A's". I had been accepted at Indiana School of Applied Health Science with a minor in Human Sexuality at the Kinsey Institute. They were going to allow me to start a PhD program. The one catch was Misty. She was a year behind me and honestly I didn't want to leave her. I was able to have IU hold a place for me the following year. I had been assigned a doctoral advisor even before I had ever enrolled in a class. I had been in contact with her to make sure something didn't get screwed up by taking a year off.
I started taking classes at the local university. I wasn't going to get a masters degree, but I was picking classes I thought could be useful at IU. I quickly realized that I had to stop dressing so provocative after several Profs asked me out. I even started to wear nipple covers every time I went to class. When my nipples were erect, which was most of the time, no bra I had could hide them.
Mary Sue and Bill got married in July. I was the maid of honor. Our dresses were very pretty and very expensive. Mary Sue's mother and father actually paid for them (not what's usually done). In private, Mary Sue asked me not show my nipples through the dress. I assured her I would wear a bra and nipple covers. The wedding was beautiful. I actually had tears in my eyes during the ceremony when I thought all the great times Mary Sue and I had. On a side note, Mary Sue's mother told me how much she appreciated that I had helped Mary Sue come out of her shell and blossomed into a beautiful woman. And as crazy as this sounds, she also wanted me and to hook up with she and her husband for one more fuck. I just smiled.
Mary Sue and Bill started to work on their MBA. All of the gang was still staying in Mary Sue's condo. Louis was finishing up his studies here in December and flying back to France. I knew Misty was going to really miss him. They were good friends that really enjoyed each other's company. But their sex was amazing. They knew each other so well that they made sure that each of them got maximum pleasure. They slowed down how many times they fucked, but not the number of orgasms. I can't even guess how many times I have heard Misty yelling "I'm cumming". Every time we had a three way (which was most of the time) I would fuck Louis after Misty. I was always so turned on by their "show" my first orgasm was almost always as soon as Louis' huge dick went up me.
I was seeing Misty's mother Mrs. P once a week. She had become a size queen. There wasn't a dildo I bought that she didn't enjoy. I suggested she should try a really big dick at least once in her life. At first she said no. Curiosity got the better of her, and eventually asked me how we could do this and still protect her anonymity. Louis had never met Mrs. P and Misty really didn't have any desire to introduce him.
I told Mrs. P I knew a foreign student who wouldn't know her and the bonus was, he had the biggest dick I had ever seen. This piquet her curiosity. Every week she would ask me questions about this mystery person. When I told her he was going home to France in December, she asked me to go ahead and make the arrangements.
When Louis and I were alone, I started asking Louis if he might be interested in fucking the most beautiful woman he would ever see. At first I think he thought I was kidding, but eventually he started to believe me. I finally arranged a day when Louis was going to fuck Mrs. P. I told both of them I would be there to facilitate (truth be told, I wouldn't have missed it for the world).
Misty had decided to go to Indiana University Maurer School of Law. She had been studying to take the LSAT (Law School Admission Test) with my help. She was amazed how much I knew about the law, and at one point she said I should also take the test. I couldn't help but laugh because I was a lawyer in a past life. Misty had a 3.8 accumulative average so she needed to get a decent score on her LSAT to get into IU. I didn't think this was a problem because she seemed like a quick study. She was going to take the LSAT in October so she could get her application and scores in by December. I wasn't really sure what I was going to do if Misty didn't get in IU Law School.
September 20, 2003
September 20
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fell on a Saturday in 2003. I was woken up by the rhythmic movement of the bed. Every weekend day Misty and Louis would fuck even before getting up. I really didn't think it was possible, but Misty had become easier and easier to orgasm. She had found that position really didn't much affect if she was going to orgasm by penetration. What she did discover was that certain positions gave her stronger orgasms than others. As Misty was doing her own personal experiments and she found out "doggy style" gave her the strongest orgasm. Louis must have woken Misty up because she was on her back with her legs spread wide. Predictably, after a slow fuck Misty started to yell I'm cumming over and over again.
That morning I was going to drive Louis to Mrs. P to give her that large dick she had started to fantasize about. I know Louis was going to fuck Misty before we left so I had told him to make sure he took enough Viagra to get a really big erection. Louis and I had prearranged to have Louis tell Misty he was going to meet up with friends. I was going to pick him up away from the condo so Misty wouldn't get suspicious.
As I pulled around the corner to pick up Louis I could see the outline of a huge erection in his pants. As we were driving to Mrs. P he started to ask me about her. I didn't want to tell him much for fear he might say something to Misty that could cause a problem. As it turned out this all got blown up, but more about that later.
I told Louis some of the likes and dislikes of Mrs. P. "Just take it nice and slow like you do with Misty," I told him. One thing I told Louis was that she liked a little pain with her pleasure, but just putting his cock up her pussy would be pain enough. He told me he was nervous about this whole thing. I said something I probably shouldn't have, "Just imagine you're fucking Misty."
Mrs. P met us at her front door wearing a black see-through front open nightgown. This nightgown exposed her spectacular breasts, and what it didn't expose you could see through the gown material. She was wearing a very small g-string. Mrs. P had asked me what she should wear for this. I told her it didn't matter to Louis. He was going to be ready to go no matter what. She should wear whatever she felt like. I had never seen this outfit. I was pretty sure she bought the outfit for just this occasion.
As Mrs. P walked us up the stairs to her bedroom she raised her nightgown and fully exposed her great ass. Her G-string had rhinestones that ran down the cleavage of her ass. My bet was that she was really turned on. Boy was I right. When we entered the bedroom, I was happy to see the TV wasn't on. Most Saturdays she had her husband's show on. Mrs. P lay down on the bed and told Louis to go down on her. As Mrs. P pulled off her G-string I noticed it was so narrow the rhinestones ran between her labia and on her clit. I didn't see a design like this until years later.
Louis being Louis he immediately began sucking on Mrs. P's nipples. He used the same technique that he used with Misty. Mrs. P shocked me when she said, "Stop sucking my nipples and start licking my pussy." I had never heard Mrs. P use that term. I had told Louis not to bring her to orgasm orally, but get her close and then fuck her just like he fucked Misty.