Body Thief - 6 (Patreon)

The next week ended up being one of the most enjoyable of my life. Denise had plenty of cash stashed away in various accounts and I, acting on her behalf, went to her many means of income and told her fans I was taking a vacation.

Denise treated me like her dress-up doll. New clothes, different hairstyles, makeup, shoes, accessories…she took photo after photo after photo and posted on her Insta. We ordered out for most of the week, played games, and the two of them enjoyed intimate time together albeit without penetration, as they put it.

We laughed, told stories, shared hopes and dreams. I learned Denise had wanted to be a dancer, and had played piano clear through high school. She was apparently brilliant and had earned a scholarship to Princeton, but when her father died, she dropped out.

The more time we spent together, the more these stories became like memories to me. As she told them, it was like I could see the people she’d been talking about, see their faces, and I felt her pain. She had a lot of pain.

We cuddled together most evenings, with Sergio going back to Evelyn’s house to take care of her dog. With each passing day, Sergio became more Evelyn, losing the spanish accent completely while Denise picked it up even when I was alone with her. Each night Denise would put me in the bathtub with the wonderful shower nozzle. I found myself looking forward to the baths, and started drawing my own.

Sometime around the fourth day, I noticed Denise pulling away a little, not so affectionate, not touching me as much as she had.

“Everything okay?”

“Si…” she said. “It is…muy strange, I’m finding myself thinking of hombres again.”

She wasn’t the only one. Around the same time, I found myself thinking about that package between her legs, and what it might feel like instead of the shower nozzle. I ended up having to draw baths both in the morning and in the evening, and at the end of the week I had to have one right after lunch or I thought I was going to squirm myself right out of my seat.

“Manana es la dia!” Denise said the evening before we were due to switch back.

“Oh, I know!” Sergio said. “I can’t wait. Evelyn here has bunions on top of bunions that I’m sick of dealing with, and she needs bridgework!”

I nodded as well but didn’t say anything. I’d been having this sick feeling in my gut, like he was going to pull a fast one, or some other impending disaster. I hated sharing those feelings with the other two, because they always made fun of me for them.

“You are not excited, Greofreda?” Denise said, sliding next to me on her gigantic leather couch.

“Well, of course I want to get back to being myself,” I said.

“Pero—“ Denise said.

“But, I’m going to miss hanging out with you guys. Especially you, Denise.”

“Perhaps when we get back to ourselves, we can finally share a kiss!”

“A deep one.” Sergio grinned.

“Mmm, yes. One that penetrates,” Denise said.

I felt the back of my neck start to sweat, and I put my hand under my hair and—

“She’s horny!” Denise said and started tickling me.

“Stop!” I said, giggling. “Yes, a kiss would be nice when we’re back in our bodies.”

"Or more than a kiss." She leaned in and kissed me behind the neck. I shivered. I felt like my body was starting to awaken, and though I wanted to give into the feelings and have some intimacy with Denise, there was something holding me back.

Uncomfortable, obviously, with even that amount of kissing, Denise pulled back. “It will be muy buena to be back in mi vida again.”

“You can say that, again.” I sighed, wondering what kind of damage Geoff had done over the week. It all made me nauseas.

“Well, time to let Tucker out,” Sergio said. “I suppose this will be the last time I need to do this.”

“Going to miss la perrita, hombre?” Denise said.

Sergio gave a little shrug. “I love the little guy, if I’m honest. I wonder if I can adopt him when we’re done?”

“Geoff did say the real Evelyn passed away due to the swap. I’m sure the less baggage he has to carry when swapping back tomorrow the better.”

Sergio brightened at that. “I hope so!”

He walked out after that, leaving Denise and I alone for the last time.

“You nervous about de la mañana?”

“Yeah. What if something goes wrong?”

Denise grinned Sergio’s smile. “Mi cuerpo is so bad?”

“No, but it’s your life, not mine. I want my own back.”

Denise nodded. She took my hand. “Come.”

I got up off the couch and we went into her bedroom.

“I want you to close your ojos and let me make you happy, okay?”

Nervous I slid into the bed. “Okay.”

She turned off the light and slipped into bed beside me. She helped me off with my clothes, and took the bonnet off my hair and let it slip around my shoulders.

Silently, she started to kiss me, staring with my neck and working her way down. I closed my eyes and could feel her lips on me. Each kiss felt like small electric soft touches, making my skin do amazing things. I found myself getting very aroused.

She pinched my nipple between thumb and forefinger and I gasped, but let her continue. Suckling on my other breast, she inserted one of Sergio’s long fingers through the folds of my labia, and into my wet pussy, circling the clitoris with her thumb.

I moaned, beginning to pivot my hips in time with her fingers. They felt so good.

She kissed me, and kissed him back sensually, tongue darting between my lips to play with his. The sensations made me moan softly, and I could hear Denise’s breathy voice coming from my mouth and that also made me even more aroused.

I felt his tongue then, biting me softly on each thigh, then using the tip to flicker over my clitoris and I shivered in response. Gasping, I rose to meet his mouth and he plunged his tongue into me.

I dug Denise’s long fingernails into his hair, pressing his head harder onto me, gyrating my hips in time with him. I moaned loudly and felt his mouth press deeper, forcing my hips farther apart. Moments later, I came in a shuddering gasping orgasm that started in my stomach and rippled down into my toes.

“Jesus!” I said, gasping as he slid in beside me, wrapping his strong arms around me.

“Mmm, no. Sergio!” he chuckled.

“Mmm, Denise,” I said and caressed his face.

“Did you enjoy that, mi amor?”

“God yes,” I said, laying my head on his chest.

I could feel him beneath me, his strong chest breathing softly. I could also taste myself on his lips.

He guided my hand down to his cock. I stroked him softly and felt him grow hard in my hand.

“You know, Sergio has always had a crush on you, Geofredo.”

“I sensed that.”

“I can close my eyes, and feel you as Geofredo,” he said, gyrating in time with my fingers.

I kissed his chest softly. It wasn’t so bad, and I was very aroused and wanted to return the favor.

Sliding down his belly, I planted soft tickets.

“You no have to— “ he gasped as I slipped the tip of his cock in my mouth.

I wanted to.

Licking the bottom of his shaft, I tickled his balls with my long fingers before taking him fully in my mouth.

“Oh, you puta!” He said, before grabbing my hair and coiling it into his hands.

I moved my head up and down on him, licking and sucking.

He continued to gyrate, pulling my head down harder onto him. I let his hardness slip down my throat, purring.

A few moments later he came and I lapped up every bit of it.

“Madre de Dios,” he said.

“Did you enjoy that?” I said with a smile.

“Si, puta.”

I nestled my head on his chest. “Your puta.”

“Si.” He stroked my hair as we both drifted to sleep.