Adam's POV

The trill of my phone jolts me out of a daydream. Leah's name flashes on the screen, and a smile tugs at my mouth as I answer calmly, "Hey, Peach, how's it going?"

"He fucking cheated on me," she snaps, skipping pleasantries. "Best sex I've ever had, and he's been dicking some other bird. I should have fucking known someone that good in bed wasn't going to stay exclusive."

She doesn't sound heartbroken; she sounds angry and maybe a little deflated. I hold back a sigh. Leah has notoriously terrible taste in men. I can't say I'm shocked.

"I'm coming over. I've nearly finished work," I say, glancing at the clock. We wrap up the call, and I start gathering my things. My eyes linger on the bottle of spirits Aunt Doris sent me. She's a bit kooky, always sending odd remedies and charms. This one came with a cryptic note: Drink when you're feeling down for a pick-me-up. Be cautious; it will either put hairs on your chest or make your wishes come true.

My mind flashes to Leah. If anyone needs a pick-me-up, it's her. I grab the bottle on my way out and head to hers.

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Sitting across from Leah in her flat, I couldn't help but look back. Our parents were neighbours. We grew up together; same street, same school, and the same weekend routines. We were inseparable, the kind of kids who made ridiculous pacts about the future because it felt like we'd always be a team.

One particular pact came to mind. We swore we would lose our virginity together if life hadn't taken us there by the time college came around. Back then, I was already struggling with the fact that my eyes drifted toward the boys on the football team, but I was curious about Leah, too. She was the bold one, a natural leader. I was the quiet one trailing in her wake, borrowing her courage whenever mine ran dry.

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"Are we doing this?" she asks that night, all those years ago. Her expression is a mix of determination and hope. I can only nod. Leah doesn't hesitate. She shimmies out of her clothes with the fearless confidence that defines her. "Now it's your turn," she says, her eagerness bubbling over.

I step out of my clothes far more quickly than I mean to. We stand there for a moment, taking each other in with wide-eyed curiosity.

"How do you get hard? I mean, what do you usually do?" Her tone isn't teasing; she genuinely wants to know. I don't want to admit that my fantasies usually involve the locker room, so I just stammer, "I... I don't know."

Leah's expression softens. "Why don't we take it slow? I'll show you what I like, and then maybe we can touch each other and go from there.” My head bobs in a shaky nod before I can even think.

My eyes follow her hand as it moves over pale skin before settling between her thighs. A finger slides against that soft mound, and she begins to rub in gentle circles before slowly delving further, sinking a finger deep. She lets out a breathy sigh.

My eyes dart between her flushed face and parted legs, the visible pleasure causing a stirring in my own groin. I feel myself stiffen, hands clenching at each side, gripped by an overwhelming urge to relieve the building pressure.

"Can I touch it?" she whispers.

I let out a breathy 'Yes.' She sinks to her knees, reaching out. She is tentative at first, but then she finally takes hold of me. My breath stutters. I close my eyes as her hand slides gently up and down. Even that light touch feels like too much, yet I want more. I want her to stop being so careful. I want her to grip me harder and stroke me faster. I want to ask out loud, but the words stay trapped in my throat.

I suddenly choke on a gasp as I feel wet heat engulf the head of my cock. My eyes fly wide open, looking down in shock as Leah gags on the unexpected length, but she doesn't pull away. She takes a sharp, ragged breath and then she is back. Her mouth is eager, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks me.

Fuck... shit... before I can control myself, I climax. I spill into Leah's mouth, onto her face, and across her chest. There is no warning. My eyes close in bliss as my cheeks warm with a sudden, awkward flush.

"Wow, that was so hot," Leah says, unperturbed by my quick release. She curiously gathers the evidence of my climax from her skin, feeling the silkiness between her fingers for a lingering heartbeat. Without a trace of hesitation, she brings them to her lips, cleaning herself off with a slow, dragging pull of her tongue.

"Do you want to touch me?" she asks, her anticipation obvious. She bounces onto the bed, scooting back and patting the space beside her. I move to kneel next to her, hesitating until she takes my hand. Slowly, she guides it down.

"This is my clit," she says softly, her voice steady even as her breathing hitches. "I can cum just from rubbing... just... like... that..."

Her hand presses firmly over mine, pinning my fingers against her heat. She doesn't just show me the spot; she forces the rhythm, grinding my palm into her until I feel the friction building between us. She lets go of my hand and leaves me there.

For a second, I freeze. I swallow hard and mimic the pressure she showed me, beginning to rub in small, deliberate circles. My hand glides lower, exploring her heat, and I sink a finger into her. The feeling catches me off guard. Heat, tightness, and a subtle, pulsing pressure make my breath hitch. Her hips arch to meet my hand, wordlessly guiding my depth. I feel the slickness of her, the way she seems to throb against my fingertips, and I grow bolder.

I increase the pace, my thumb finding a steady, driving friction against her clit. Leah lets out a quiet, ragged moan, and the sound is like a command.

"More," she whispers, her fingers tangling in the bed sheets.

I don't hesitate. I press firmer, my touch becoming more sure as I realise I’m the one controlling the rise and fall of her chest. I glance up. Her eyes are closed, her face soft and lost in the moment. Something about that does it for me. My confidence shifts. One hand moves instinctively, palming my hardening member, while the other keeps a steady rhythm.

My thumb brushes against her clit, circling with a new, hungry pressure. She gasps, the sound hitting me harder than I expected. I press a little firmer. Suddenly, she tightens around my finger, pulsing and rhythmic. Her body tenses, then shudders. I freeze again, watching her, feeling it.

"Did you just..." I don’t even finish the sentence; I already know. A small, disbelieving grin spreads across my face.

"Uh huh." She smiles, wide and satisfied. Her gaze drops, and I follow it. Heat rushes through me, sharp and immediate. She bites her lip, then rolls over, reaching for a condom. "I want you inside me," she says.

There is no hesitation. She tears the wrapper open and, with a few clumsy attempts, rolls it into place.

Leah moves onto her back, her body open and expectant. A small part of me hesitates, my thoughts betraying me; drifting to the car wash fundraiser, to the sight of water slicking off the lean, muscular backs of the guys in the heat. The memory sends a hot, unwanted surge of blood south, making me throb with an intensity that borders on painful.

I feel like a fraud until I meet Leah’s gaze. There is no judgment there, only the warmth of a girl who has fought for me since we were kids. Seeing her, really seeing her, steadies the shaking in my hands. It’s the push I need. I settle between her legs, the air thick with anticipation, and slowly, carefully, I begin to sink into her.

I take short, sharp breaths as I gently ease into her, pulling back and pushing in a little further each time. Leah groans the word "stop" before I am fully seated. I stop, my body trembling, as I frantically search her face. "Are you OK?"

She grimaces. "Yes, just... it's... you... Give me a minute." She takes a deep breath, reaching down and fumbling between us to guide me. I stay still, barely breathing. She wraps her legs around me and, with a sharp cry, pulls me forward.

We are joined hip to hip, fully pressed together. The sensation hits all at once. I groan as she moves, feeling her tighten.

I... can't... I need this to last, but I can't. The warmth, the pressure, the way she holds me; it is too much. My hips begin to move, unsteady and uneven, losing rhythm. My body tenses and my cock throbs as I tip over the edge.

"Sorry," I whisper. "I couldn't. It felt... fuck, it felt amazing." My head bows, but it shoots up at Leah's laugh.

"You're fucking amazing. Thank you," she says, flinging her arms around me. Relief floods through me, tangled with something softer.

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My mind drifts back to the present as Leah continues talking about her cheating ex, specifically something about celibacy. I’m not really listening. Instead, I’m watching her and remembering. I don't know what possesses me, but I offer another pact to help her through her dry spell if it goes on too long. Although it was said in jest, a small part of me wonders.

I’m not that fumbling newbie anymore. I’ve grown up, and I’ve learned a thing or two, mostly with men, if I’m being honest with myself. There have been a couple of other girls over the years, experimental attempts to see if I could find that spark again. Leah is, and has always been, my only real exception. If I were going to do this again, she’s the only woman I’d ever want. I’d definitely last longer than a few desperate thrusts now, I think wryly.

The evening passes in a blur, fuelled by the rest of Aunt Doris's mysterious concoction. We reminisce about the past and find ourselves making another pact: a half-joking promise that if we ever swapped roles, if things ever changed in ways they shouldn't, we'd take the leap together and be each other's firsts all over again.

That thought stays with me, thick and buzzing in my head, as the room begins to spin. Leah insists I stay over, and we both stumble down the hall. She fumbles a heavy blanket from the cupboard and thrusts it at my chest. The walk to the spare room feels like a challenge, but I manage it, stripping off my clothes before collapsing onto the bed.

I drift off into a heavy, dreamless sleep, unaware that when the sun comes up, my life is going to take a very strange turn.

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As my eyes open to greet the new day, I stretch and rub my hands against my face, my very smooth, beard-free face.

I jolt upright, looking down at the pert breasts that weren’t there before. I lift the blankets, staring at a sleek, lacy pair of knickers that hide what is unmistakably a pussy. There is no cock in sight.

I look up, taking in my surroundings. I’m in Leah’s room.

I move from the bed, and even before my eyes settle on the mirror, I already know what I’ll see.

Aunt Doris’s warning flickers back: make your wishes come true. I swallow, staring at my reflection. Looks like Leah's wish did come true. If I am in her body, she's undoubtedly in mine. That new pact we made means she will get to try her fantasy sooner than expected.

My fingers reach down between my legs, and I watch as they come away slick with wetness.

I should be worried. Or scared.

But instead, I feel my lips curl into a slow smile.

This is going to be fun.