Allen stirred, disentangling himself from Susan's slumbering form. She snored lightly as he tiptoed from the room. Allen suddenly became aware of the call that had roused him. His bladder. Damn! No wonder Jen was always scurrying off to the loo! She must have a bladder the size of a grape!
Back in her room, Allen scooped Jen's phone off the dresser on the way to the toilet but waited until he was seated and his pee contentedly flowing into the bowl before he gave it his attention. The home screen opened at recognizing Jen's face, incidentally hiding a single message alert before he could read it.
He found the new message. It was from his number. In all that had happened over the past day, Allen hadn't noticed until now that he was listed in her contacts as Maine Squeeze, an allusion to his North Atlantic origins. He chuckled at the sly bit of humor and opened his message app.
Directly under the last pic he'd sent was a single line of text...
Allen? Please tell me that's you!
He typed and erased several abortive replies, then...
Yes. It's me. I don't know what's going on, but everything's going to be okay, Jen. We'll figure this out together
(hug emoji)!
Allen had long finished peeing when he realized he'd been sitting there just staring at the screen, anxious to see the tiny rippling dots telling him that Jen is typing...
When the phone refused to comply with his wishes, he set it on the vanity, wiped his vagina, and took notice of the shower. Just the thing, he thought, and soon he was relaxing under the steamy jets. He stood there a long while and just let the water soak his hair, run down his shoulders and back, spray his body with a hot, relaxing cascade of not worrying about anything else just for this long moment.
He picked up a loofa and squirted it liberally with Jen's body wash. The sensation of the soapy sponge against his skin was delicious! Especially when he washed his boobs, hefting and soaping and lathering the substantial glands with both hands, tweaking his thick, erect, crinkly nipples in his fingers.
"Aaaaahhh.... Mmmmmm...," he sighed aloud.
Impulsively, he grabbed the shower head and lifted it from its cradle. Cocking one leg up on the edge of the tub, he directed the jets against his mons. The hot water felt so good pulsing through his soaked muff of thick pubes and trickling down and back across his smooth lips!
"Aaah," he sighed. Allen reached between his thighs and parted his lips, directing the jets to spray directly against his sex.
"Ooh! Oh, fuck! Wow!" Damn! That felt so fucking good! Allen held the jets just like that for so long that the rest of his body had almost started to notice the chill. Then he was startled by the chime of the phone's message alert.
Reluctantly, Allen shut off the water, toweled off quickly and slipped on Jen's thick terry robe. He wrapped his hair into a turban with a fresh towel and picked up the phone. He hesitated a moment, then shoved the phone into the robe's pocket and contemplated Jen's face in the mirror.
At last, he padded out to the bed and sat in the edge. Anxious and a bit nervous, he pulled the phone out and opened the message...
GTFOHRFN
He chuckled softly and heard Jen's melodic laugh. "Get the fuck over here right fucking now, eh?" It was Jen's standard booty call text and it usually filled him with arousal and hot anticipation. Now, in this context, he read it as a demand expressing perhaps a different need.
He set about dressing. He found panties and slipped them on. Did he need a pad, he worried briefly. He didn't feel crampy. But he was moist again for no apparent damned reason. He opted for a pad anyway just to be safe. He found one in her drawer and applied it clumsily but effectively. Bra? Fuck that noise; he didn't have time to figure it out. He slipped on a zip sweat top and slid his legs into the matching bottoms. Sox, runners, and he was dressed. Keys! They were on the bureau. Allen scooped them up along with Jen's wallet and quietly left the house.
Jen's Mini purred to life and nestled comfortably against his butt and back. He drove through the quiet, softly-lit streets of late-night suburbia. In ten minutes, he was home. Or at his house. Allen's house. Glad that he'd given Jen a key, he strode up to the door and let himself in with practiced ease.
He found her in the living room, legs tucked up on the couch under a comfy blanket, sipping on a tall scotch, neat. The bottle was on the end table beside him... er, beside her. He looked at himself and wrestled a moment with the reality that that was now Jen.
She looked up and saw him and sprang towards him, closing the distance before the blanket could even fall away. She threw his arms around herself and hugged him tight. His own voice murmured in his ear, "Oh fuck, Allen! What the fuck is going on!?"
"I don't know. I don't know, Baby, but we're gonna be okay," he reassured her. "We are okay! We're together. I'm here."
She held him tight and breathed out a long, ragged sigh then took in a shuddering breath and blew it out again before letting go of him and stepping back. The blanket fell away.
"Okay," she said, holding his gaze. "Then maybe you can tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do with
this!
" Allen watched her knife blade both hands at her crotch, pointing at his cock bobbing in front of her, bouncing contentedly in time with her heartbeat.
Allen felt his pussy start to tingle at the sight. He'd never seen his cock so hard. He'd always thought of himself as slightly above average, but the boner that hung in front of him now looked fucking immense to him!
"Wow! Nice cock," he said, the words coming out wrapped in the upper range of Jen's soft alto voice. He smiled at her and she smiled back sheepishly, Jen's customary smirk erupting incongruously across his own familiar face. Suddenly, both broke out laughing hysterically, all the anxiety and stress of the past day washing out in a shared acknowledgement of the ridiculous strangeness of their new, shared predicament. Allen wrapped his arms around her again and they held each other close, still shuddering with laughter.
Allen hugged her tight. As their shared outburst subsided, he became aware of a warm pressure against the front of his sweatpants that was making his pussy tingle. He slipped one hand against Jen's neck and looked into her eyes. "You okay?"
"Yeah.... Yeah. I'm okay," she sighed.
"So... Is that a zucchini in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
Tears glistened across her eyes. "Oh, Allen! I'm 'happy' to see fucking
anything
! Girls, guys, a table lamp, a fucking fruit salad! This fucking thing just won't turn off! How the fuck do you live with this thing!?!?"
Allen chuckled. "Well, you know... usually, if you're not around to take make good use of it, I just... you know..." He lifted his right hand and gave her the international sign for male masturbation.
"I fucking
tried
that," she cried, stomping her foot for emphasis and making her cock bob wildly.
"And...?"
"And," she echoed archly, "
And!?
...And you're out of body lotion! And K-Y! And... and fucking
mayonnaise
for fuck's sake! This fucking thing will barely stay down long enough to let me fucking tinkle... fuck! Pee! Then it's fucking out there flapping in the breeze again! And fuck!
Fuck
, do my balls fucking ache!"
Allen remembered waking up horny. He remembered having that kind of hard-on and having his balls ache. He remembered being thirteen and wishing he could suck his own cock. He remembered feeling his new pussy aching this morning - just like it was starting to do again now! He remembered craving cock. And suddenly he did! And it was Jen's. His. Hers. Fuck!
He moved closer and put a soothing hand on Jen's shoulder. Then two. He pulled her close, whispering, "shh..." until their lips met. It was odd kissing a guy even if it was himself, but he pushed through, intent not to show any hesitation. For Jen's sake, he thought.
He kissed her tenderly, lips on lips. Then broke away. "I'm here now, Baby! I can help you with that!" He trailed the palm of his hand over her chest and down across her tummy to where her cock bobbed tumescent between them. He slid his soft hands around its hot girth and stroked his fingers down to the base and beyond to grip her heavy, smooth balls in his palm.
"Oh, fuck! Allen!" Jen groaned and pulled his mouth to hers. Her tongue exploded into his mouth and danced a torrid, wordless confession of all the lust and need inside her new body. He could hardly imagine what that must be like for her. Only he could. He did. And he vowed to make it better.
He squeezed her balls gently once, then rubbed his palm against the underside of her cock, feeling the heat and the rhythm of its throbbing. Jen let go of his mouth and husked, "Oh, Allen! Fuck!"
Allen gripped her cock firmly and pumped it in his fist. Jen groaned. Allen nibbled her ear and breathed huskily, "You're so fucking hard, Baby! I fucking love your big, hard cock!" And true, he did, having owned it for so long.
Jen breathed raggedly against his neck. Allen guided her back and over to the ottoman. "Relax, Baby! Let me suck that big, hard cock for you!" With that he pushed Jen back onto the low stool. Her torso slumped against the couch where she could watch and marvel and moan as Allen sank to his knees between her legs and cupped her straining male member in both palms.
Jen let out a bass growl, then gasped as Allen wrapped his mouth around her cockhead and swirled his tongue underneath. Oddly, this felt more natural than kissing himself and he thought of all the times he'd marveled at Jen's mouth working on his cock. He noticed his pussy tingling.
He felt and tasted Jen leak a river of sweet precum onto his tongue. He brushed his left hand down the underside of her cock and cupped her balls in his palm, fingertips rubbing at her taint. Jen groaned and ran a hand through his still-damp hair.
"Fuck! Allen! That feels so fucking good!"
Allen felt his pussy moistening further in response. Holding her cockhead with his lips and continuing to slather it with his tongue, he quickly unzipped and shrugged off his sweat top. He took a moment to cup his breasts and tweak his nipples luridly, moaning around Jen's glans as he did. Then he cupped her balls again and slipped his other hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and into his now soaking wet panties. He smeared his palm against his wet lips and plunged his fingers into his wet pussy, making himself shiver with desire.
"Fuck, Jen! I'm so fucking wet," he cooed. "Fuck, I love your cock!" With that, he pulled out his hand, slick with cuntsauce and wrapped it around Jen's cock, pumping it in his fist and slathering it with his slick pussy juices. Jen's head rolled back and she let out a growl.
"I want you to cum for me, Jen! I wanna make you cum!" Suddenly she was staring intently at him again as he fisted her hot cock. "In my mouth," he clarified and made the point by sliding his wet fingers down to her nut-sack, smearing his gooey fingertips against her ridged taint and engulfing her cock in his mouth. Allen pumped his mouth down on Jen's cock furiously, stretching further down with each stroke until he felt her plump, smooth cockhead bumping against the back of his mouth.
