I was just strolling along the beach where I live one day, concentrating on the metal detector I was using, when I noticed three young women walking towards me. They were all quite pretty and had on very skimpy micro-bikinis. The one in the middle, very blond and much tanned, I recognized from the local newspaper as a senior cheerleader for the local high school. I couldn't help but gawk at there lush firm bodies as they passed me.
I heard them giggle behind me and just knew they were laughing at me. Here I am, a middle aged old man in Bermuda shorts and straw hat ogling them. I was mortified. I felt like a dirty old man, which, I guess I was.
I sighed to myself and went back to my detecting. I never found much, just the occasional coin or pop top. Still, I enjoyed it. Since my wife died last year, I had quite a lot of free time. So, this was how I killed some of it.
Just then, I heard a loud beeping in my ears. Oh goody, must be another pop top. I bent down and dug around a little. My fingers bumped against something. I dug a little further and discovered a small wooden box, maybe six inches by three by three. I picked it up and dusted it off. Shrugging my shoulders, I slipped it into the bag I carried for my "treasures" and went on down the beach.
An hour or so later, I was back at my little bungalow by the beach, sitting on the porch with a cool one as the sun was setting. I remembered the little box and retrieved it from my bag. It sure was a curious little thing. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to open it. I must have struggled with it for thirty minutes before I set it down on the table in disgust.
I got up and went inside to throw away my empty bottle and get another from the fridge. When I returned, I noticed the box had mysteriously popped open. Geeze! I picked it up and opened it to find a ring. Not any ordinary ring, this one was large; I could easily have fit it on my thumb with room to spare. It was covered it a weird script I did not recognize.
I studied it very closely. It made no sense to me. I had no idea what it meant. Out of curiosity, I slipped it on to my wedding finger. I gasped as I watched it shrink to fit! Scared now, I pulled it off. It expanded to its previous size!
Holy shit! What the hell was this thing? I slipped it back on and again it shrank to fit perfectly. I examined it on my finger. I could read the script! Very simply, it just said, "rub me."
I quickly took it off and set it on the table. It resumed its previous size. I could no longer read the script. Nervously, I downed the rest of my beer and went to get another. This was just too weird.
Maybe I had been out in the sun too long today. Yeah, that's it. Too much sun. I sat back down on the porch and stared at the object. Tentatively, I reached out and picked it up. I peered at it intently and could not decipher what the symbols and could not. Slipping it once again on my finger, it again conformed to my size and I could read it again.
"Rub me!" it seemed to scream in my head. Tentatively, I reached up with my other hand and gently rubbed the ring. It began to glow a dull green color. Suddenly, it was if a large TV screen lit up in my head. No! This couldn't be! I looked back at the ring and it was still glowing. It felt warm. Closing my eyes I absorbed the information it was filling me with.
This ring was of ancient Egyptian origin. Three, maybe four thousand years old. It enabled the wearer to take over the mind and body of anyone he wished. Simply by visualizing the persons face, one could actually enter their body and take it over. You would have total control over that person, know all their thought and secrets, their entire history. You would, for all intents and purposes, be that person, feeling what they feel.
For some reason, the blond girl from this afternoon popped into my head. Immediately, it was as if a fog swirled about me. The porch disappeared and I was flying through the air. I closed my eyes and felt like screaming. Then, all was calm, if a bit strange. Something was poking in my mouth, dueling with my tongue. I opened my eyes to see a strange boys face. We were locked together in a hot embrace.
Instinctively, I bit down. He let out a howl and jumped back. "Jesus, Sarah, what was that all about?"
I closed my eyes and everything flooded in. I was in the body of the girl from this afternoon! I knew everything about her! Damn, she was a bitch! I chuckled to myself. Still a virgin at eighteen. But she was suck a cockteaser! This was her current squeeze, Rick Jarrett, the high school team's captain and quarterback. Keeriste, she had planned to lead him on a bit, here in her basement den, and then break it off.
She definitely needed a lesson in life. But not with this horses ass. "I'm sorry Rick, I thought I heard my parents coming in." The voice was soft and sweet.
He jumped back further and sat on the couch. She sat up and straightened her clothing. Actually, there wasn't much to straighten, she only had on a halter top and a skimpy pair of shorts. Rick jumped up and said, "I guess I should be getting out of here before they do come home."
I smiled with Sarah's sweet mile back at him, "Ok, Rick, I'll show you to the door."
After he left, I went up to Sarah's room. God, it was all pink. Definitely a teenaged girls room. The closet doors were mirrored and I stared at what stared back at me. It was a beautiful young blond girl. Five foot five, maybe 110 pounds. The yellow halter top stretched around the large globes of the twin tits. She had to be at least a C, maybe borderline D. Long tanned legs. I reached up and tweaked a nipple with each hand. A shiver ran through her/me. Sooooo, this is what it felt like from the other side. My nipples swelled and poked straight out, tenting the halter top.
Suddenly, I had to get naked and see everything. In a flash I had stripped off the top and shorts. Standing once again in front of the mirrors, I stared at the sight before me. Large, firm tits capped off with dark nipples protruding out at least an inch from the soft mounds of tit flesh. Flat athletic stomach. The v between my legs was covered in a soft blond downy triangle of hair. I ran my fingers through it and found it to be soft as mink. Exploring a little further, I found the wet skit of her/my cunt. Hmmm, I wonder what strumming a clit feels like. Wow! That felt great! I would have to do some more of that later.
I heard some car doors slam so I went to the window and saw her/my parents and brother coming home. Quickly, I grabbed a robe from behind the door and slipped into it. I darted across the hall to the bathroom and began running a bath.
The next day, I decided to start working on my plan. No more jocks for this girl. She was going to learn a little humility. I had dressed in another of her string bikinis to get some early morning sun by the pool in the back yard. I was lounging in a chaise lounge probing her memory for the person she most detested. Damn, there were quite a number of them.
I heard the sound of a mower from next door. Of course! Stanley Zimmerman. The nerd next door. She absolutely couldn't stand him. He had been the butt of her scorn since they were in grade school together. Now that they were seniors, she had gone out of her way to make his life miserable with the "in" clique. President of the chess club, straight A student, astronomy club. Everything she hated in a man.
I went over to the fence and looked over. There he was, red headed, freckled, glasses, skinny body in shorts pushing a mower around the back yard. He finished mowing and shut off the engine. Mopping his brow with a towel, he picked up a glass from the table and took a long drink. I waved to him and smiled sweetly, "Hi, Stanley."
