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The Secret
Please start with this series on Part 1. Some of this may not make sense if you don’t.
Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is trapped in. In the I use first person singular (I, me, my, mine) for Andy’s thoughts and third person feminine singular (she, her, hers, herself) for Andi’s body. Eventually I will refer to both Andy’s thoughts and Andi’s body in the first person singular.
Although this is a fictitious (or is it). Facts stated in this are based in science.
List of characters:
Andy: The man who died and took over Andi’s body
Maria: Andy’s wife
Hank: Maria’s new husband
Abby: Andy and Maria’s daughter
Tina and Ned: Andi’s parents
Andi: Tina and Ned’s daughter. Beautiful young lady whose mind was switched with Andy
Mary Sue: Andi’s roommate
Bill: Mary Sue’s live in boyfriend
Donna and Mike: Mary Sue’s parents
Misty: Andi’s lover
I again had gotten straight A’s though my junior year. I again received a congratulatory letter telling me I had made the President’s List, it also told me I received a scholarship that paid for my next semester’s tuition. Tina and Ned now almost expected this. I had started to look at graduate schools. I felt with my grades and activities, I should be able to get into any school I apply to. The one catch to this was Misty. She was a year behind me and honestly I didn’t want to leave her.
Maria and Hank had really settled into their marriage. They continued the friendship with Tina and Ned almost as if I had never existed. I have seen Maria occasionally when I’m home, but I have avoided being alone with her. I’m afraid what I might say.
Mary Sue and Bill were as much as ever. Bill was still having his twice a month threesome with Misty and I. Because of this I stopped seeing my fuck buddies. Bill would wait a couple of hours and almost ually attack Mary Sue. I was actually worried that he might physically hurt her. From personal experience, I knew that Mary Sue’s mother liked pain with her pleasure. I wondered if that was also true for Mary Sue. They had started to talk about marriage. Mary Sue’s parents loved Bill. I hoped they wouldn’t try to start a ual relationship with him. Mary Sue and Bill had decided to get their MBA here and were going to stay in her condo. I told them I wasn’t sure if I was going to grad school next year or wait on Misty to graduate. Mary Sue said he wouldn’t mind if I stayed in the condo after I graduated.
I was working my business as much as I wanted. I had decided to be very selective about who my clients were. I would only deal with women, no husbands or boyfriends. Women over 60 years old or under 30 who had never had orgasms. It has always amazes me how ignorant people are about . Many of the women I have dealt with still believed they could orgasm from penetration alone even though they had never had an orgasm by any means. And shocking as it sounds, a few women that were my client didn’t even know they had a clitoris. I had started giving every client a short anatomy lesson. I also explained that the Magic Wand was almost always guaranteed to give them an orgasm if applied to their clit properly. The dildo was more for extra stimulation.
In a letter Benjamin Franklin revealed eight reasons why older women were preferable to younger ones when engaging in casual . Best of all, Franklin gleefully wrote, “They are so grateful!” I found this was also true for older women getting their first orgasm.
Near the end of the school year unbeknownst to me, Misty had her nipples pierced. She had really gotten into nipple jewelry and she found even nicer jewelry was available for pierced nipples. Over the summer she really went crazy with very exotic styles. She found an upscale jeweler in Cincinnati that had a catalogue of nipple jewelry that used real diamonds.
Her favorite for daily wear was scallop set diamond nipple barbell. I normally wore diamond stud earrings and the diamonds in her barbell were bigger than my diamond stud earrings. My favorite was her nipple ring chain that had a large diamond hanging from the chain attached to her nipples. It looked great with a low cut top, but she would wear it around the condo covered up. Misty said her nipples were now more sensitive and the feeling of the chain and diamond pulling on her nipples was a real turn on.
In late April Misty and I went to a Monday night karaoke. Misty chose “Emotions” sung by Mariah Carey. The karaoke DJ told her she might want to choose a different song because it was the most difficult song they had in the catalogue. She said she would be fine with the song. I, on the other hand, asked him what the easiest one for a woman was. He suggested “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” sung by Pat Benatar. I was a terrible singer in another life, but I did have rhythm. In a new body, maybe I had an acceptable voice. I sounded good in the car, I just didn’t know.
I asked the Karaoke DJ if we could also do a duet. He said sure, so I suggested “I’ve Got You Babe” by Sony and Cher. We sat through several singers that at best were terrible. I’m not sure if it was alcohol or just no talent. Johnny Carson once said “Never follow an animal act or child act”. He should have included “never follow Misty.” I really didn’t know what a spectacular singer she was. I swear she sounded better than Mariah Carey when she sang “Emotions”. Misty was wearing her go to black leather bustier, nipple chain necklace, and one of my tennis skirts. I think the crowd started watching her from the start because of her outfit, but once she started to sing, she had them eating out of the palm of her hand. I had been to other karaoke nights in this life and my other, but I have never seen a crowd rise to their feet and cheer for several minutes at the end of a song.
Later that night I told her what a natural singer she was. She responded, “Both of my parents are great singers, I took voice lessons for 12 years, yeah I’m a natural.” I found later she had tried out and was accepted to Julliard as a voice major, but decided not to go. She wasn’t interested in a professional performer, but did the tryout for her parents.
I was up and the only practice I had ever done was singing with the car radio. I started out a little tentative, but realized the voice I had inherited wasn’t bad. I could actually carry a tune. While I was singing I noticed a guy come over and sit with Misty. She kept shaking her head no, so I thought he was hitting on her. I finished up and actually got a nice round of applause.
Misty and I were up for “I Got You”. I took Sonny’s part because it was easier. As we were singing, she looked into my eyes and I almost lost my place. When we finished, the crowd gave us a standing ovation, but better yet Misty gave me a very passionate kiss, tongue and all, in front of God and country. The crowd went crazy.
It’s funny how people react to two people of the same showing love for each other. If we were two men kissing, not too many people would react positive, but because we were two women everybody loved it.
We started to show up most Monday nights. The karaoke DJ would put Misty in the back half of the program. Some nights I would sing solo, some nights I wouldn’t, but we always finished with “I’ve Got You Babe” and a big sloppy kiss. Any time I did sing, there would always be some guy that would hit on Misty. Sometimes they were very persistent until she told them she was a .
The karaoke DJ gave Misty his phone number and asked her to let him know when she was going to show up. He would save a seat for both of us. He knew he had a great act and he wanted to capitalize on it.
Misty’s mom got a new car. She gave Misty her “old” car. The old car was a two year old 2000 MercedesBenz 600SL Roadster. I was a car guy in another life. New that car had a MSRP of north of $130,000. It looked like it had never driven. Misty told me her mother got a new car ever couple of years. As I have said before, “Rich people, wow.”
Misty wanted more and more pain with her pleasure. I guess we had entered the realm of S&M. I had started to use a leather flogger with numerous strips. I had started to just tease her, but she soon asked me to hit her with it. I was careful not to wrap her. I knew wrapping could really hurt her and leave marks on her beautiful body.
I realized that Misty had become an endorphin and dopamine junky. She wanted a little more pain every time I got out the flogger. It started with lightly tapping her genitals. Eventually I was striking all over her body. I have to admit, she really enjoyed it and seemed to get stronger and stronger orgasms because of it.
August 19, 2002
August 19th fell on a Monday in 2002. Summer break was over and school was starting up the next day. I woke up before Misty, slowly shook her and gave her a kiss. “Hey Misty, guess what day it is?”
“Day before the start of another school year.”
“Yes, but it’s also ‘karaoke night.”
“Yeah we need to talk about that.”
“What’s wrong, you don’t want to go?”
“I’ll talk to you about it later.” I was a little puzzled. Misty loved performing. I had a “client” I was going to help to orgasm and had to get ready.
The address for the “client”, Mrs. S, was in Indian Hills, a very rich neighborhood of Cincinnati. As it turns out there are some “modest” homes in the rich area. I was greeted by a slightly overweight 60ish good looking woman in a rather thick rope. Her makeup and hair was flawless. She had very few wrinkles do to her weight. Having lived almost two lifetimes, I know when you get older it’s hard to keep weight off. I just never stood a woman concerned with her looks would let herself become overweight. As I introduced myself, she said, “I’ve been waiting for this for 40 years.” She led me to her bedroom and we sat down and talked.
“Have you ever had and orgasm?”
“Never.”
“Have you ever masturbated?”
“I was raised strict Catholic. Masturbation is considered a sin.”
“Do you or your husband ever stimulate your clitoris during ?”
“I’m embarrassed to admit, I don’t even know if I have one.”
“Do you go to a gynecologist regularly?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“If you had an anatomy problem I would think they would have said something to you. Describe how you and your husband have .”
“Normally he lies on top of me, pumps till he’s done. Once in a while he’ll comment that I should orgasm from this”
“Unless you are a very uncommon woman, you will never orgasm from just penetration. Has he ever performed oral on you?”
“Never. He does want me to perform it on him occasionally.”
“One last question. Would you like me to go down on you?”
“I would like that.” I had Mrs. S pick out a dildo similar in size to her husband’s penis. It was one of the smallest dildos I had. I undressed and opened up her thick robe. Her huge breasts hung low on her. She had a paunch and pubic area covered by a dark, thick cover of hair. I lay her down on her bed. Her stomach although spongy looking was almost flat. I realized her vagina was dry. Common in older women. I lubed her and went down on her. Every woman that was a client had a nice smelling pubic area. I suspected they had showered right before I arrived. When my tongue touched her clit, she literally jumped. I have found that women who have never had their clit played with are very sensitive.
I slowly inserted two fingers up her vagina, she winced. I had noticed that this was common in older women when an object is first inserted in their vagina. I slowly licked her clit like a lollypop. Long, slow broad licks. Mrs. S’s hips started to move and her head went back into her pillow. I could feel her clit enlarge and harden. Her breath started to speed up. I could see her nipples harden on her droopy breasts. When I pulled away she said,” Don’t stop.”
“We’re going to move to the next part.” I put on the strap on and lubed it well. I moved Mrs. S to the edge of the bed, held her legs up and turned on the Magic Wand on low. I put the vibrator on her clit. She jumped.
“I’m sorry, that’s too much.”
“OK, how’s this.” I had moved the vibrator to the side of her clit.”
She closed her eyes, “That’s better.”
“You need to hold the vibrator on that spot. If it isn’t enough, move it closer to your clit. It also has a high speed setting, but I doubt that you’ll need it for now. When I enter you I’m going to slowly go deeper. I’m hoping to find a little pleasure spot on the front side of your vagina. You need to help me and move on the dildo when I hit that spot.”
As a slowly inserted the dildo, Mrs. S winced again. I very slowly pushed the dildo in. I learn in another life if you pay close attention to a woman you are having with you can see little changes in facial expression. She started to relax and had a small smile o her face. As I pushed the dildo in farther she started to move her hips. I had hit the G spot. I slowly pumped the dildo for at least five minutes before I saw any change in Mrs. S.
I noticed she had moved the vibrator directly on her clit. This caused her to breathing to become short and fast. I was actually afraid she might hyperventilate. She started to end each breath with a quiet oh. As we continued she got louder and louder. She finally ended this with an orgasm ending with an almost grunting sound. I continued to stroke the dildo in her, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible. When I sure she was done, I slowly pulled the dildo out. There was a large gush of liquid from her vagina that I didn’t expect. I could tell it also surprised her.
She looked at me and said, “So that’s what everyone makes a big deal about. Now I understand why. That was amazing.” She lay there awhile and finally got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. “I tried not to look at it, but I was amazed by your….”
“Clitoris?”
“Is that what it is?”
I did the whole spiel about size variation and theories why some women’s are larger than others.
“Would you like to touch it?”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“If you play with it, it reacts like a small penis. It grows and gets hard.” With that she asks me to sit down and Mrs. S starts playing with it.
“Can I suck on it?” Wow that went from 0 to 60 instantly.
“You told me you suck your husband’s penis, just suck it like that. You need to put a couple of fingers up me, lift upward toward my belly button in a “come hither” motion. Just like I did for you.” It was obvious she had given her husband head frequently. I decided to keep my orgasms to one. “Wow, you’re really got at this.”
“I can assure you that you’re the first woman I ever did that with.” I decided not to explain what I meant.
“You can show your husband how to give you an orgasm. His penis and the vibrator should work well for you.”
“Never. He would flip out if he saw the vibrator. He would see it as an insult to his masculinity, even though he’s never gotten me off.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“I’ll take care of myself in private.”
“You get to keep the vibrator and dildo. That should help.”
She smiled, went over to a dresser and handed me a well worn envelope with bills of various denomination. Normally I’m paid with nice crisp $100 bills. It was obvious she had been saving for my “service”. I divided the bills in two parts. One part I put in my suitcase and the other part I gave to Mrs. S and said, “Buy something nice for you.” She smiled, “I will.”
When I got back to the condo, Misty was waiting for me. She was wearing a shirtless leather blazer open except to a couple of strings that stopped it from fully opening. She had on her go to nipple chain necklace with a diamond was between her ample cleavage. She was also wearing “skinny” leather pants. “Those pants look tailored for you.”
“They are. With that she spun around. The pants left very little to the imagination. Misty had a great ass and skinny legs. The pants stretched tight from the points of her hips showing off her flat stomach and pubic mound. They also showed off a hint of camel toe. “Are you going to wear that outfit for karaoke tonight?”
“Andi, I have to talk to you about that. Olivia asked me out for dinner before karaoke. I’d appreciate you not going to karaoke. I’m sorry, but I’m just trying to figure things out.” With that she walked out the door.
Misty met Olivia in one of their classes and struck up a friendship. Misty said she was attracted to Olivia much like she was to me. Olivia turned out to be a . I started to wonder if Misty had “gay radar”. They had started to see each other over coffee at the student union. Misty told me she wanted to take it farther. She claimed she was still attracted to me, but wanted to make sure I was the “one”. Tonight was the night she was going to find out.
After Misty left for her date, I put on an old robe and sat out in the living room with Mary Sue and Bill. Mary Sue had bought a VCR player and had acquired a bunch of porno tapes. It wasn’t like they needed them to spark , but they loved watching them making a running narrative. It was actually quite funny, but it just made me horny. At one point they put on a John Holmes tape and Mary Sue said to me, “Does that remind you of anybody you know?” Mary Sue then had to explain to Bill the time in our dorm room when Mary Sue faked sleeping as I fucked Jimmy. I remember we all laughed when I said John Holmes’ cock reminds me of my first boyfriend, Jimmy. Mary Sue said it did remind her of Jimmy, except Jimmy was bigger.
I sat in the living room dealing with the money chatter from my brain. I had so many “what ifs”. I had an epiphany. I really did love Misty and I really missed big cocks. Bill was great with his wonder cock, but twice a month just wasn’t enough. If Misty and I survived this, I was going to come up with a solution that we both could live with. But more about that later.
Misty left around 5 o’clock and time seemed to just stop moving. Finally around midnight I heard a car door close. When MercedesBenz doors close they have a distinct sound and I was sure that was Misty’s car door. She ran into the room and gave me huge sloppy kiss. “Let’s go in the bedroom. We need to talk.”
I was very concerned. What did she want to talk about? Was this the end for us? When we got to the bedroom she said, “I really love you.” Please forgive me for putting you through this. I just had to know.”
“Are we still good?”
“Very much so.”
“So tell me what happened?”
“I really don’t want to talk about it right now. Let me just say this, when you kiss me, I feel it all the way down to my vagina. I didn’t have that feeling with Olivia. Now shut up and help me out of my clothes and pleasure me.”
As I was sitting on the bed, Misty stood in front of me. I untied the two ties on her leather blazer and took it off. Her skin glistened with sweat. I unzipped her leather pants. As I pealed them off of her I realized why it was so easy to take them off, they were lined with satin. I noticed how soft and streachy the pants were. “What kind of leather are your pants?”
“Lambskin.”
Misty was naked in front of me. She had an odd smell of leather and sweat. It was a real turn on. I decided to take control. “Take off your nipple chain necklace.”
“Why?”
“Don’t ask questions, just do it.” She carefully removed the jewelry. Her nipples actually looked more erect that usual. “Lie down and don’t say a thing.” I propped her head up with a pillow. I fastened her wrists with fleece lined restrain cuffs. I fastened them to ropes tied to the bottom of the bed. I put the S&M Bondage Restraints Kit “Spread Me” on her ankles and fastened it around her neck. Misty was tied down with her legs up in the air totally exposing her cunt.
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