Possession

Sex was playing havoc with my academic life. Of course Vivi did no work when she was possessing me on Saturday, so I was already down to six days. And now I had relationships with Marcie and John to juggle. As a result, on Sunday I locked myself in my room until lunch time, and spent the entire afternoon and evening in the library until it closed. That was enough to catch me up, but I was used to relaxing on Sunday, and I doubted I'd be doing that again for a long time.

I had a date with John Monday night. I intended to do all the reading for my Monday classes as soon as it got assigned, but Marcie had other ideas, knocking on my door around 4. We ended up making out.

In between kisses, Marcie asked, "So, Vivienne, you're seeing this guy John tonight, huh?"

"Yeah."

"You like guys?"

"Um, yeah. It's that I like girls too that's been the revelation."

She grinned. "I'm glad you do, darling."

We went back to kissing and groping for a while, rolling around on my little twin bed and trying not to fall off in the process.

More kissing, and then: "But don't tell me he goes down on you as well as I do, lover."

He didn't. Marcie had a head start on figuring out what worked best, and probably more practice, too. "Comparisons are odious, dear. Don't start."

"Hmf. Who said that?"

"Cervantes, I think."

"Well, I'm glad we're lovers," Marcie told me. "Even if you quote things. Fortunately, you know how to use your tongue in other ways, too."

She made sure my tongue was busy, and that I couldn't reply. Which was just as well. I liked kissing her fine, but I hadn't really thought I was getting in a relationship with her. But I couldn't explain to her that it was Vivi, possessing my body, that had first called her "lover" and "darling." Why would she believe me?

I had thought of it as just one day in seven, when I'd made the deal. I got immortality, and Vivi got Saturdays. But what Vivi did carried over. She could, if she chose, get arrested, and I'd be the one in jail. She could drop out of school, and I'd have to convince the registrar that it was all a mistake. At least I got to see everything she did, but I still had to deal with the consequences.

Then again, so far, the consequences were that I had a hot girlfriend and a hot boyfriend, so - maybe that wasn't all bad.

And maybe it wasn't all good, either.

I'd told John I just wanted to Netflix and chill, so I took the bus over to his place. I had debated wearing one of the dresses Vivi had bought, which were all sexy and sultry, but I decided against. Maybe I was trying to assert my individuality, or something, but I wore jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, albeit over some very lacy lingerie. My thong rode up my butt, but I was getting used to that.

It wasn't as if I expected the clothes to stay on that long, anyway. Although we were going to watch Moliere. People were going to speak lots of French, with subtitles. I was looking forward to it.

I arrived early, waited in the hall for a few minutes, looked at my phone again for the time, held out for sixty more seconds, and knocked on the door at 7:01.

"Viv!" he said.

"In the flesh," I replied.

"Come in, come in."

I glanced over at the couch, where his roommate was usually a fixture, playing video games. "Where's Phil?"

"Fred, you mean? He's off for a Call of Duty tournament. Big stuff."

"So we have the place to ourselves."

"Exactly." He pulled me into his arms for a kiss and slipped his hands under my sweatshirt.

"Now we'll never get to see the movie if you start in with that," I said.

"That might not be a totally bad thing."

"Hmf," I said, pushing him away, gently. A few weeks ago I'd have pushed him away simply because that was what good girls did. Now I was pushing him away because I'd had enough sex lately that I honestly wanted to see the film, although I admit I had mixed emotions. My head said film. My pussy said fuck. My heart teetered between the two, but - people speaking French, in period costumes!

He laughed. "I'll get it set up," he told me. He unfolded his laptop on the coffee table, and I settled in on the couch next to him. I did not look over his shoulder to see him type in his password. I wondered if Vivi would. She was shameless. Amoral? I wasn't sure. Certainly in the sexual sense.

The credits had just started rolling when there was a knock on the door. I glanced at John.

He shrugged. "I wasn't expecting anyone." He hit pause and extracted himself from the blue couch. It had seen better days, and sagged. It was comfortable enough, but getting out of it could be a challenge.

Another knock. Whoever it was had issues with patience.

John opened the door.

A voluptuous redhead stood there, with a big smile on her red painted lips. She wore a trench coat, sort of. It was wide open. Underneath she had on a lacy bra, a garter belt, stockings, and wispy panties, all in ice blue. Her shoes were a darker shade, with dangerous heels. She looked at John with her deep green eyes, and he stared back, saying only, "Uh, hello?"

I suppose I couldn't blame him, but his staring meant that she slid right by him into the apartment. She didn't even need to make contact, but of course she did, brushing her big tits against him as she sidled by.

It was Vivi. The body she was in belonged to someone named Cindy. I didn't know what to call her when she was possessing someone else, because she'd never given me a name.

I wanted to say, "What the fuck are you doing here." I didn't, because the situation could get very complicated, very quickly. I also wanted to ask, more specifically, what she was doing here in her underwear. But would I end up having to explain everything? Again, there was no way anyone would think I was anything but crazy.

So Cindy spoke first.

"Hi. You must be John. Vivienne has told me so much about you."

"Oh?" John said.

Cindy grinned at me, and then smiled seductively at John. "Yes. She thought this would be a great surprise. Isn't she an amazing girlfriend?" She turned back to me and winked.

"Uh, she's awesome," said John, slowly moving from confusion to enthusiasm.

Cindy glanced at the TV. "I hope you weren't too set on the movie," she said. "That was just a blind."

"Um, no, not at all," John said.

I got to my feet. It took two tries, but I managed to do it. "Now just a minute!" I said. "We were going to -"

"John," Cindy said, talking over me. "I think you should show Vivienne just how much you appreciate her. It's not every girlfriend who sets up a threesome, you know."

John kissed me, which of course interrupted whatever I was going to say. He put his arms around me, under the shirt, of course, and held me tight.

"Vivienne, you're amazing. I thought you actually wanted to watch the movie, you had me totally fooled."

I did actually want to watch the movie. I also liked being amazing.

Cindy took off her trench coat and tossed it over a chair. The only straight lines on that woman's body were the straps of her bra and her garter belt. Gah, even I couldn't help but look past John at her.

"Actually, I -" I started, intending to explain that I hadn't actually been amazing, that I hadn't actually planned a threesome, and that I did indeed want to see actors talk French and walk around in frock coats. I didn't get very far, because there were loose ends. If I hadn't planned it, why had Cindy showed up? And if I shooed a redhead who oozed sex from every pore out of John's apartment, how much fun would our date actually be? John had gotten his hopes up by now. Glancing down at his crotch, I realized it wasn't just his hopes.

"Yes, Viv?" he asked.

"Well, you see, I -" but I didn't get any further that time.

"What is it, Viv?" he asked. I want to give him full credit. He didn't turn around to scope out Cindy once while I was sputtering.

Maybe he deserved a threesome, for that. In any case, I didn't have any graceful way out of it. If I'd hated the idea, I'd have stood up for myself, but Vivi had shown me a whole world of sexual adventure. Surely my threesome cherry needed to be popped at some point. I didn't love being manipulated into it like that, but -

I glanced at Cindy, who was grinning at me, and had an insight. She could have arranged a threesome in some straightforward way, and she'd chosen not to even try. She was getting off on the manipulation.

But that didn't really change what I wanted.

"Yes," I tried again. "I am amazing, aren't I? Just remember that, John. I'm your girlfriend. The heroine of the show. She's just a special guest star, which is what turns her on. No strings, and all that, isn't that right, Cindy?"

John, naturally, took the chance to look back at the curvy redhead modeling lingerie in his living room.

"That's right, Viv," she said, adopting John's nickname for me. "This is all physical for me. This is about the two of you, experiencing another woman together."

She walked past John, brushing up against him again, and kissed me. In her heels, she was taller.

"This is for your own good," she whispered.

"Bullshit," I whispered back, in the same sweet tone.

Cindy looked between us. "So, I think I'm probably the only one here who doesn't know the way to the bedroom, right? I mean, you two have been a couple for over a week, and I know Viv moves fast..."

Move fast my ass. I'd been a virgin before Vivi had me fucking an escort client the first day she'd possessed me - which was just a few days before I started dating John. After having sex once possessed, I'd wanted to see what it was like with me in control of my own body. And okay, I had moved kind of fast, at that. John probably thought I was a bit of a slut, and having a threesome one week after our first kiss was only going to lock that opinion in place.

"She does," John said. "I like a woman who knows what she wants. The bedroom is this way."

Cindy smiled at me. "After you," she said.

What choice did I have? I followed, replacing the question with a more annoying one. What choice did I want? For a moment I wondered what this would all be like with Cindy in control of her own body, and Vivi possessing me.

One thing was clear. I did not want to be the girl in a baggy sweatshirt, looking dowdy and concealing my curves while Cindy flaunted hers. I stripped it off before we even got to the bedroom. I had to take some kind of charge of the situation.

"Sit on the bed, and watch, to start," I told John.

John wasn't submissive, I knew that. But he did as I asked him, knowing he was on his way to a good night.

Maybe I was, too.

I kicked off my shoes. "Help me with my jeans," I ordered Cindy.

"I'd love to," she said.

She unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed my jeans over my hips and down my legs. Thank god I hadn't worn granny panties.

"Why the frumpy clothes in the first place?" Cindy asked. "You knew the plan."

I didn't, but I wasn't going to say so. "I had to make sure he was taken in," I told her. "Subtitles! Hah."

Cindy laughed. "Much better to just learn French,

non

?"

"I have," I said. I put my hand on the back of her head and crushed her lips to mine. I'd show her French. I fucked her mouth with my tongue. There was no pretense of technique, just raw aggression. My tits squished against hers in a vain attempt to flatten them. I grabbed her ass with my other hand and squeezed.

She played along with me, grabbing my ass back. John was getting a show that he probably preferred to the film. Well, fine. He was just an innocent victim of the games Cindy and I were playing, and he'd never really understand them. For the moment, I had the upper hand.

But probably only because Cindy let me. Because she could hurt me, by doing whatever she wanted on Saturday. Saturday was her day. And I could only hurt her, physically at least, by doing collateral damage to Cindy or Greer. She didn't have a body of her own, but on Saturdays she had mine.

And on Mondays she had Cindy's.

I took my tongue out of Cindy's mouth long enough to talk. "John, you might want to get your clothes off so we can move on to the next stage."

"Right. And I'll get a condom. Condoms, I guess."

"No need," Cindy said. "We're both tested."

It wasn't exactly true. What we were was immune. In exchange for letting her have my body one day in seven, Cindy - the real Cindy - and I had gotten immortality, which came with the side benefit of never getting sick. I glanced at John, and gave him a shrug in response to his questioning glance. He wouldn't believe the real story, and I was going to let it be his call.

Guys, I knew, didn't love condoms. He would want to believe in Cindy's assurance, but he was too smart to really believe that raw sex was safe. His lizard brain would have to fight with his higher reasoning.

Cindy kissed me. My lizard brain was winning, too. In spite of myself, I was getting turned on by her touch, by John watching, and by the idea that I was going to have sex with a hunky guy and a beautiful girl. My panties were wet.

I reached between Cindy's legs. Well, so were hers. Good. I knew from experience that the real Cindy could feel everything that was happening. Whatever I felt about Vivi, I wanted to make real Cindy feel good. For all I knew, though, real Cindy was a hundred percent straight. Or maybe she was a hundred percent lesbian. I didn't know her. I could only guess what she wanted.

Cindy moaned, which told me nothing, really. It was all guesswork. I guessed that I should keep it up, so I slid her panties to the side and found her clit with my questing fingers.

"Fuck, Vivienne," Cindy said. "That feels so fucking good."

"Little slut," I told her.

"Takes one to know one," she replied.

Her knees buckled, and she held onto my shoulders for support. She had a really sensitive clit, apparently. I filed that away.

"I think John's been undressed for a while," Cindy said.

I glanced over. John had a raging hard on. Eight inches of beautiful dick.

"Lie back," I told him. "We'll take good care of you."

He moved. We joined him on the bed. He was my boyfriend, and his cock was mine, so I popped it in my mouth, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at the tip. I hadn't thought it through, though, because that left Cindy to lock lips with him. He groped her big tits and she ran her hands over his chest. I should have been the one kissing him, and she should have been the slut giving him a blow job. But we were here now.

Besides, maybe it was best if he didn't know that she was better than me at giving head. She'd had, what, a couple hundred years to practice? Still, I had to make some kind of move.

I peeled off my panties, moved up, and straddled him. He was too busy kissing Cindy to reach for the packets of condoms he'd tossed on the bed, and I aimed his bare cock at my hot wet pussy, then settled down, feeling his girth stretch me as he slid inside.

Cindy saw what I was about, shucked her panties, and did her own straddle, turning and lowering her pussy to John's mouth. Then she reached out and kissed me. It wasn't for John's benefit, because he couldn't see. Hopefully he could breathe.

She had a little red landing strip above her pussy, as if to assure any partners that yeah, the red hair was indeed all natural.

I kissed back, trying to figure out my emotions. Cindy - well, Vivi inside her, anyway - was a life partner. A very long life. And real Cindy probably was too, in a way. It couldn't be a coincidence that we were all going to the same college. Vivi must have arranged it that way.

I didn't think I loved her.

But I had to admit she'd brought a lot of sexiness into my life.

I rode John's cock, and Cindy moaned, obviously happy with whatever John was doing. I supposed if he was able to move his tongue I didn't need to worry about his breathing. I reached behind Cindy and unsnapped her bra. She did the same for mine. I groped her. What the hell, breasts are interesting, and Cindy's were the biggest I'd felt, which was to say they were bigger than Marcie's or my own. Softer, too. And her nipples stuck out really far. I gave them a tweak, and got another moan out of her. Or maybe I just happened to time it right with some good tongue action. I tweaked again, and she gave me a look that was half lechery, half glare.

"Darling," I said, and in a moment of impishness, clamped both nipples hard between thumb and forefinger.

She shrieked.

"You know what that was for," I told her.

"Yeah?"

Well, she should know. For barging in on me and my boyfriend. "Yeah!"

"Do it again," she told me, reaching for my clit.

I pinched her just as she started rubbing, and held on longer this time. Having a woman's skillful finger on my clit while I had a man's thick cock up my pussy was the best of both worlds, and I knew I was close to coming. Fine. I wasn't going to let go until I did. Her eyes widened, and she grimaced, but she didn't stop loving me with her finger.

"Harder," she said.

I couldn't. Maybe I needed to do finger exercises or something. But I tried.

And then I came. That sent John off, pumping inside me. And when I let go, Cindy screamed. Maybe she was coming too - I was really too overwhelmed by my own pleasure, taking me like a tidal wave, to notice all that was happening around me.

When it was over and I could see the world again, Cindy was moving off John. His face was wet. I moved off him, too, trailing white liquid from my pussy.

"Time for round two," Cindy said, sliding down to take John in her mouth.

I kissed him like the amazing girlfriend I was. He didn't miss the chance to play with my bare breasts, which felt extra sensitive after coming. It felt good and too much at the same time. I wasn't going to stop him, though.

"I think I love you," John said to me.

"Shush. Say that when your cock isn't in some other girl's mouth."

"Oh."

"Kiss me instead."

So we made out while Cindy brought him to hardness again - or perhaps simply didn't let him get soft. I could almost pretend she wasn't there, that we were just having a nice after-sex cuddle.

Then, suddenly, John moved back. "Condom," he said.

"It's not necessary," Cindy said. I looked down and caught up with what was happening. His cock was wet from Cindy's blowjob, and she was straddling him, as I had.

I grabbed one of the packets and ripped it open. I suppose I could have agreed with Cindy, since I knew it wasn't. John would probably enjoy himself more. But he also might wonder, later. Maybe that altruistic thought was in the back of my mind.

I'd like to say, that as I was rolling the condom over his rock hard shaft, that of course two people who didn't know each other used a condom. It was just the mature thing to do, and I was helping do the mature thing. There was no value judgment attached. But I couldn't help but shoot Cindy a look, as if to say, "I fuck him raw, but you have to use a rubber, you skank."

Okay, I'm not proud of myself. The condom went on, and then, so did Cindy. I watched as my boyfriend's cock entered her wet pussy.

Then I went back to making out with him. I wouldn't want to go down on a cum-filled pussy. At least I didn't think I would, so I wasn't just going to push my pussy into his face, the way Cindy had. Not unless he asked.

He didn't ask. He did seem to thoroughly enjoy playing with my breasts with one hand, while groping Cindy with the other. She rode him like a veteran cowgirl. For all I knew, she'd been one at some point. He pumped with his hips.

I reached down to play with Cindy's clit.

This is for you, real Cindy

. Which was weird, because I didn't even know real Cindy. Still, we shared a common fate.

And then his face twisted up in a way I knew, his tongue pushing out of his mouth, his eyes squinched. My boyfriend was coming inside my - well, whatever she was.