Possession Ch 06 1

On Monday I wore a crop top and a pair of short shorts to class. At least in shorts I didn't have to worry about keeping my legs crossed, and wearing cocktail dresses to class seemed way too formal. Unfortunately, Vivi thought that shorts should be even more abbreviated than skirts. I was aware of everyone looking at me, but that had been a thing for a while now. I was getting used to it.

"I can't believe she's wearing that," one of the girls in the back row of 17

th

century English Lit said.

"That's nothing," said a guy next to her. "She takes it all off every night at the Scarlet Inn."

Another guy laughed.

One time. It had been the one time, and it wasn't me, anyway, it was Vivi, but of course I couldn't explain that to anyone and stay out of a mental hospital.

And so my week went, when I didn't have my nose in a book. I got used to being ogled. It was flattering in a way. A part of me felt that they were just looking at my body, and not the real me. The hint of butt cheek in my tight shorts, or the hope of glimpsing more if one of my short skirts flounced up. The rounded globes of my breasts, their shape revealed by a too-tight sweater or the flesh by a low-cut dress. That was just the body I walked around in. But it was the only body I had or would ever have, and it was as inextricably me as what went on between my ears.

Except, of course, on Saturday.

Saturday morning Vivi rolled out of bed, and of course I rolled out with her, because that was the way it worked. Personally, I would have been for sleeping in until noon, but with only one day to use me a week, Vivi didn't like to wait.

She stripped off the t-shirt and panties I'd gone to sleep in, and walked to the window, throwing the curtains open.

"People will see," I objected.

"Excellent," she responded, leaning forward until her nipples grazed the window. The window was cold, and they hardened instantly.

I should have known better than to think she'd be worried about people seeing. Of course, the rest of the week they would think it was me they saw. I'd been propositioned a lot, by people who thought I was easy. It had been good practice in saying no, I suppose.

Vivi put on a bra, garter belt, and G-string, all in matching light blue, and covered it all up with a short dress that left a three-inch gap between hem and the tops of the blue fishnet stockings.

"It's tattoo day!" she said cheerily. "What do you think it should say?"

I was hoping she was kidding, but I feared she wasn't. I thought quickly. "Beauty is truth; truth, beauty."

"Right here?" she asked, pointing to the three-inch bared stretch of thigh.

"I can think of worse places," I said honestly. The things Vivi could do to me in a day.

"Me too," Vivi said, which wasn't exactly reassuring. "I was thinking of something more like 'Cumslut.' Maybe in a flowing, elegant script."

"Um, no. Please no."

Vivi laughed. "You know, I might be a little bit of a sadist."

Did that mean she was kidding, and enjoying making me squirm? Or did she mean that was exactly the sort of thing she might do?

"Maybe we should ask Marcie," Vivi said.

Well, Marcie wouldn't go in for the 'cumslut' bit, anyway. She'd probably like two little Venus symbols next to each other. Actually, maybe advertising that I was a lesbian would cut down on the guys propositioning me.

Was that what I wanted, or what I thought I was supposed to want? Before Vivi, I'd never worried too much about the difference.

Did I want a degree, and another degree, and a degree after that, so I could teach other people so they could get degrees by forcing them to read great works of literature? I mean, sure, who wouldn't want that? But I was immortal. I had a long time for that.

Did I want sex, sex, and more sex?

Well, who wouldn't want that, either, especially if it came without consequences. No, that wasn't right. There were always consequences, where human beings were concerned. Emotions got involved. My emotions got involved.

Did I love John? Or Marcie? It had all happened so fast. I'd gone from a celibate, bookish girl to one with a guy who thought I was a sex maniac and a woman who liked fisting. No, it was ridiculous to say I'd fallen in love so quickly, and with two very different people, too. But I felt

something

.

And I needed to focus, or I'd have something like 'cumslut' tattooed on my leg for eternity. Sure, I could probably get it removed on one of my days. And Vivi could put it back on, and we could stubbornly go back and forth. It sounded like a recipe for very bad skin.

"I would prefer not to have that word tattooed on my leg," I said.

"What word?" Vivi said.

"Cumslut." I couldn't even blush while I said it, but that didn't mean I wasn't embarrassed.

"Ah," Vivi replied. "Well, we have a few minutes to think about it, I mean, we can't get to the tattoo parlor instantly, and there might be a wait. I'm thinking we can get a discount if we give the artist a bj, what do you think?"

"I think we have plenty of money. What do you think about 'Carpe Diem' instead?"

"I think, personally, if guys are staring at my legs and lusting after me, that 'cumslut' would turn them on more. Or maybe 'Anal Whore.' So many choices!"

And with that she sauntered out, and we were on our way for the day's adventures.

It was the weirdest thing. I was freaking out. But my heart rate was steady, because it was Vivi's body, and she was calm about it all. In fact, my body was sending me signals that it was having a great time. My pussy was wet. My nipples were hard. My breathing was free and easy. I had a spring to my step.

Marcie spotted me in the hall. "Hi Vivienne."

"Hi Marcie," Vivi said for me, and gave her a big sloppy kiss that ended in a tight hug with a lot of groping.

"Uh, could you guys get a room? You have two to choose from," said Darla, who was one of the girls on our floor. She was wrapped in a towel and was headed back to her room from the shower, her normally just-so brown curls currently a wet tangled mess.

"You wanna cum with us?" Vivi asked. I could somehow hear that she was spelling it that way.

"No thanks," Darla said. "I'll leave the rug munching for the experts."

"You know that's not all lesbians do, right?" Marcie asked, "That is such a stereotype. Hands are very flexible, and not to mention toys."

"Thanks, no thanks!" Darla replied, and hurried past.

"So," Marcie asked. "Do you want to go to my place, or yours?"

"Actually, I have some errands to run," Vivi demurred.

Marcie looked me over. "An errand involving John?"

"Maybe," Vivi said.

Marcie sighed. "Passed up for a man. Really, what does he have that I don't have?"

Vivi just looked at her.

"Okay," Marcie said, "he's got a bio-one, but mine stays hard all night long."

"I love you both," Vivi said. "Why choose? As it turns out, my errand doesn't directly involve either of you. I'm headed to the tattoo parlor, and then to a salon." She pointed to the spot on my leg. "What do you think?"

"I think maybe two women symbols next to each other," Marcie said.

Did I have her pegged, or what? Actually, pegging Marcie sounded kind of fun.

"Not, 'rug muncher?'" Vivi said.

Marcie made a face. "'Likes fisting? '" she suggested.

Vivi laughed. "Or maybe just a symbol of a fist." She held up her hand, in the shape it needed to be to go inside.

Marcie grinned. "I never noticed how beautiful your hands were, before now. Next time, maybe I could be on the receiving end?"

"Absolutely," Vivi said, making promises that I would get to keep.

We kissed some more, and then Vivi got away.

"I have the oddest request," I said.

"You want two tattoos?" Vivi asked.

"No, that was definitely not it. I was wondering if we were going near that sex toy store. I want a strap-on."

"Can't you get that yourself?"

"Well, I'd benefit from your expertise." Even in my most hopeful moments I didn't think that would distract her from the tattoo, but I really did want a strap-on all of a sudden.

We walked off-campus and onto Main street. Rather to my surprise, we headed straight to the Ashana's Sex Emporium.

"Can I help you?" asked the pretty girl with bangs and eye-brow piercings. I wondered where else she was pierced.

"Looking for a strap-on so I can rail my girlfriend," Vivi said. "And maybe my boyfriend. Who knows?"

"Well, we recommend thicker for vaginal, and the thinner, longer ones for anal. But first you need a harness." She didn't miss a beat, like people came in and asked for that every day. Maybe they did.

There were all sorts of harnesses. Vivi went straight for one that tightened with D-rings on the side.

"You can try it on in the changing room if you like."

Vivi smirked. "Here's fine. It pays to advertise, you know."

The girl chuckled.

I wasn't sure it was precisely necessary for her to show how to attach the dildo to the harness while it was on, but she did, making more than incidental contact with my lady bits through the thin dress and almost non-existent panties I wore.

Vivi moaned.

"Yeah, sometimes you can get off on just using the harness. If you get it just right, it'll rub against your clit while you fuck your girlfriend."

Vivi grinned. "You sound like you speak from personal experience."

The girl nodded.

"What's your name?"

"Alicia."

"I'm Vivienne," Vivi said. "How do I look?" One of the male customers turned as Vivi decided to demonstrate a few thrusts.

"Good enough to fuck," Alicia said.

Vivi laughed. "I bet you say that to all the customers."

"No," Alicia said. "Just the ones I'd like to see outside of work hours."

Vivi grinned, and they exchanged numbers, which is to say that Vivi gave her mine. Still wearing the harness, Vivi bought two dildos - one thick, one long and thinner.

"You both top and bottom?" Vivi asked.

"Yep, I'm super switchy," Alicia replied, and quoted a total. Vivi handed over my credit card. I suppose it was mostly Vivi's money in my account.

"Awesome. Totally up to doing things with you one-on-one, but I have to ask how you feel about threesomes."

"With your girl?"

"Yeah."

"She cute?"

Vivi showed her a picture of Marcie naked. At least it wasn't a full-body shot, but still. Vivi had no respect for privacy.

"I'm in," Alicia said.

"Yep, that's the idea."

Alicia laughed.

A man holding a Fleshlight cleared his throat behind us, and Vivi got out of his way. She waved to Alicia and walked toward the exit. "Unless you want to show that guy something better than the toy he's buying," she murmured to me.

He wasn't bad looking. Plain, I suppose. Oddly, I didn't hate the idea, but it seemed gauche to pick up one of the customers in front of the cashier we'd just promised a date to. "I'm good," I said.

"How are you going to earn that cumslut tattoo?"

Earn it? How was I going to escape it?

And why did it turn me on? Okay, the physiological sensations were under Vivi's control, but it was more than that. The idea of walking around, and people looking at my leg and guys getting hard - yeah, that was appealing. Of course, I knew that not everyone would get aroused. Some people would look and wrinkle their nose in disgust.

Would they really be disgusted, or would they just be like I'd always been, having the reactions that they thought they were supposed to have rather than following their instincts.

We walked toward Frank's Tattoos and Piercings. The costs outweighed the benefits, even if it excited me. "How about 'To thine own self be true?'"

Vivi didn't answer, and I knew that wouldn't appeal to her. "Uh, how about 'Licence my roving hands, and let them go,'" I suggested. "John Donne."

Vivi chuckled.

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."

"That's not bad," she admitted.

Was there hope?

We had walked right past Frank's Tattoos, and into the beauty shop two doors down, and I'd been so in my head I hadn't noticed.

I did not want 'cumslut' permanently printed on my thigh, but the not-knowing was almost worse.

Almost.

In the beauty supply store, Vivi bought several wigs, in colors both natural and otherwise, and some very bold lipstick.

Then we walked back to Frank's.

There were two guys there, one working the desk, one doing an intricate dragon on the back of a woman a few years older than I was. She had her shirt clasped to her chest, keeping her decent. "Hey," said Vivi. "Mind if I use the ladies'?"

The man at the desk, who had a lot of ink on his bare arms and neck, gestured toward the back, and Vivi jauntily strode back there. She put on a blue wig, and then applied some matching blue lipstick.

"Girl," she said. "All the guys are going to want to cum on you once we get you inked. We haven't done a blowbang yet, have we?"

I didn't know what a blowbang was, but I knew what blowing meant and I knew what a gangbang was, so I could imagine. "Vivi, please don't do this."

"Relax, it'll be fine."

She walked out of the bathroom, and headed to the man at the desk.

I liked, truthfully, the idea of announcing to the world that I was a sexual being. I had changed a lot in the few weeks with Vivi. When I wore the clothes she'd picked out, I felt the power I possessed. But this was over the top.

"Thanks," she told the man, and blew him a kiss.

"No worries," he said. "Want some ink today?"

"Some other day, maybe. Saturdays aren't auspicious for me,"

"Then come back Tuesday. We're closed Sundays and Mondays."

"I will, if I decide what I want by then."

She walked out.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked her.

"What, you wanted it?" Vivi teased.

"I - no. I wanted something."

"Two little symbols? Hardly fair to John. And three would imply that Marcie liked John in your life rather more than she does. Also, all this is temporary. They will grow old and die, and you will remain. A tattoo is serious business."

I felt somehow like our roles had been reversed. I was now the crazy one, and she was being the voice of reason. But of course she was in charge of my legs, and we were walking back toward campus.

I wondered if people could recognize me in the blue wig and lipstick. They made a pretty big difference.

"You were just pulling my leg the whole time?"

"I was planting an idea in your head," Vivi told me, as she smiled at a guy whose eyes tracked her as she walked past. I assume he was still looking at my ass when she was past him, but it wasn't like I could turn my head to look. "I think you'd look cute with some ink on you, but you're the one who has to live in this body. I also think you should mark the way you've grown over the past few weeks. It would make us both happy."

Huh.

She turned down a familiar side street. "Are we going to John's?"

"Sure. Think he'll recognize you?"

I had no idea. "What do you have in mind this time?"

Vivi laughed. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride, girl? I mean, what choice do you have, really?"

I knew I was being played. She hadn't brought the tattoo up just to get me to think about getting one, although that may have been part of it. She wanted me grateful enough that she hadn't marked me that I wouldn't mind her messing with my boyfriend.

But yeah, I had no choice, and sometimes that could be pretty awesome. No guilt, no responsibility, and when Vivi drove it was usually a good time.

She knocked on John's door.

Fred answered it. I knew I had his name right this time because I wrote it down a hundred times until I could get it right. Unless his name was really Phil, in which case I'd made it worse.

"Well, hello," Fred said.

"Hi. Is John in?"

"Yeah, we're supposed to play some Call of Duty. Who are you?"

"I'm Sapphire," Vivi said, squeezing past Fred to get in. "I'll just go find him."

"He's in the shower," Fred told me.

Vivi grinned, and winked. "Excellent timing on my part?"

"Wait, you can't go there, his girlfriend will be pissed!"

But it was too late. Vivi opened the door, and let herself into the bathroom, where sure enough John was showering. He did his best to cover himself. "What the fuck?" he asked. "Who are you?"

Vivi opened the shower door and pulled John's hand away. Water splattered over my arm. His cock had already hardened in response to seeing her. Seeing me? It was complicated. "Call me Sapphire," Vivi said, in a breathy voice that wasn't quite mine.

"I don't think you should be here," John said.

"Your cock says otherwise."

"I can't help that."

"Relax, John." Vivi lifted the wig off her head. "It's me. Kind of." She put the wig back on, and started unzipping her dress.

"Viv," he said, sighing in relief. "Wait, is this more crazy talk about how you're possessed on Saturdays?"

"I said to call me Sapphire. Viv calls me Vivi, but I think that's really confusing. Do you think Sapphire is a sexy name? I'm using Viv's body right now, that's all." She folded her dress neatly, started to put it on top of the toilet seat and thought better of it. She hung it over the towel rack instead. "Like the lingerie?"

She could already tell he liked the lingerie, or at least the contents, by looking at his crotch.

"It's great," he said. "Goes with your hair and stuff. Viv, I mean Sapphire, what are you doing here today?"

"I wanted to help you cheat on your girlfriend," Vivi said. She undid the bra straps, and hung it up over her dress. "I think Vivienne explained it all to you. We've fucked before, of course, but this will be the first time you know it's not really her." Panties came next. "She can feel it all, though. She'll know exactly what's going on. When you enter my pussy, she'll feel your long hard cock."

"If I believed you weren't her, I'd be telling you to get out."

"Would you, John?" She unrolled the stockings. "Really? I don't believe you. Vivienne doesn't believe you, either. I can hear her, you know, and she's not even protesting. She wants to watch us together."

"Viv -"

"Sapphire." Off went the garter belt, and Viv opened the shower door again. In moments she was up against John, the water running over his shoulders and her breasts, and then they were kissing.

When they came up for air there was a blue smear on John's lips.

"I don't believe you're not her."

"Interesting pronouns. Would you say 'you're not you' if you meant it? But you believe, John. You just think it would be easier if you pretended not to. If you pretended that the woman who is now fondling your cock and stroking it is your girlfriend. It's okay. Men have pretended other women are their wives for time immemorial. I think Vivienne would even remind us that it's the plot of a Shakespeare play or two."

"She'd tell me which play."

"She would, wouldn't she? Other than Macbeth, Hamlet, and The Whore of Denmark, I can't keep them straight."

"There was no play called The Whore of Denmark," John said. I was proud of him.

"Ah, that's right, that one was lost, wasn't it? And of course no one knew it was by Shakespeare. It paid the rent, though, at the time." Vivi grinned at him. "Of course, it was kind of tame. The Whore of Denmark never did this, in the play." She went to her knees in the shower, and pulled his cock into her mouth. All the way in, deep throating him with practiced ease.

He started moving his hips. She put her hands on his ass and pulled him into her. Then, suddenly, she pulled off. "You want to fuck my face, John?" she asked. "Ram your cock down my throat and punish me for taking your girlfriend away one day a week?"

And then she was deep throating him again, and his hips started moving more. He grabbed the back of her head, and I felt her nearly gag on his cock. He fucked her throat, and all her expertise didn't shield me from feeling all that girth and length was never meant to go quite so deep inside.