April 1, 2000 CH. 8

Note: I am dealing with two people. Andy, the man who died. Andi, the teenager whose body Andy is trapped in. In the story, 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 story (or is it). The facts stated in this are based on science.

A lot has happened, almost five months since I last wrote.

Y2K came and went. There was fear that, when we entered a new millennium, it would crash computers worldwide. The US, both public and private, spent around $100 billion to prevent the problem. Now it’s felt that nothing needed fixing.

Since writing, I have come home twice: once for Thanksgiving break and once for Christmas. Tina has finally stopped being angry toward me. I think she realized our relationship had to move forward. Ned was great. He really loved Andi. He kept slipping me money anytime he could. I had accumulated several hundred dollars that I had yet to spend.

My first class on my first semester class schedule on Thursday started at 11. Most Wednesday evenings, Maria would pick me up at my dorm and take me to her house. Our daughter, in another life, Abby, was going to the big university in Columbus. We were alone and didn’t have to explain what was going on. Maria was very routine. She would lead me to the bedroom when we arrived home. On the bed were her large vibrator and the clone Willy dildo with a harness. Without saying a word, she would undress, put her clothes in a neat pile, and lie down on a towel on the bed.

She would spread her legs and hold her arms out for me. I would lie on top of her and hump her. My giant clit would get even harder, rubbing against her labia. Maria’s pussy was so wet that I could actually slightly insert my clit in her. She loved for me to go down on her to warm her up, never to orgasm. I would strap on the clone a Willy dildo and slowly fuck her to two or three orgasms while she used her vibrator. We used that dildo so much that we just called it Willy.

Sometimes she would bring me off orally and use her fingers, and other times she would strap on Willy and really pump me to orgasm. The clone was a perfect copy of my dick when I was Andy. I now realize why some women told me they loved fucking me, orgasm or not. The glans of Willy and the banana shape hit all the spots. We would fall asleep, me spooning her sometimes with Willy up Maria. We would then get up by 8 in the morning, shower together, sometimes bringing Willy in with us. I was back in my dorm room by 9:30. We did this week after week.

This brings up an interesting point: Martha had become much more sexual with Andi than she had been with Andy. I wasn’t sure if she was bisexual or a lesbian. I do know that she had definitely become sexually liberated. I wasn’t sure what to do about this, but I was going to figure out something to take advantage of her change.

Before Christmas break, I went to the Tri-County Shopping Center to buy Christmas gifts. I had only known my new family for half a year. I had no idea what to buy for them. I went mostly generic. Nobody noticed how strange my gifts might have been.

I stopped at Spenser Gifts again. I found a dildo that looked like they had used Bob as a model. I was going to give it to Mary Sue as a starter dildo. When I gave it to her, she was really embarrassed. I told her, “Make sure you wash it well, and use lots of lube with it.” I pulled out a large bottle of lube. “Mary Sue, I know a guy with a dick almost exactly this size, and he would love to fuck you.”

She looked down and smiled, “Really?”

“You need to get comfortable with this dildo in your tight vagina. Find out the right depth for maximum pleasure.”

I earned a straight ‘A’ average in my first semester. I made the President’s List with a 4-point average. In a congratulatory letter, it said that only three percent of all students made the list. I even got my name in the local paper. Tina acted surprised that I did that well. Ned had a more positive attitude. He felt I was living up to my potential.

A very strange thing happened to me early in the school year. The beautiful woman who liked getting me off orally showed up every Saturday when school was in session. We were very passionate in the shower. There were two things odd about her: she loved to kiss but didn’t want me to go down on her, and she hardly ever spoke. Having a Saturday morning orgasm was a wonderful way to start the weekend.

It’s been claimed that Scott Fitzgerald once told Ernest Hemingway, 'You know, the rich are different from you and me.” Hemingway replied, “Yes. They've got more money.” As I got to know Mary Sue, I realized she was different and definitely rich. She came from old money.

The family owned a very prosperous manufacturing plant in Cincinnati for generations. I knew her father in another life. Families of old money are so relaxed and giving. I have found the nouveau riche always wanted to tell you how rich they are. They could act like your best friend one day and ignore you the next.

I tell you this because I was still surprised when I started to pal around with Mary Sue. I had never been to the family’s mansion. I had driven over during break and was greeted by a housekeeper. She told me Mary Sue was up in her room, and she would show me the way. As I walked through the bottom floor, I noticed beautiful furniture, pictures on the walls with their own light sources. I’ve only seen that in museums and art galleries.

As I went up the “grand stairway”, I couldn’t help but think I was in a movie. Mary Sue gave me a big hug when she saw me. I gave her a big wet kiss. “I didn’t recognize you fully dressed. She blushed. “Andi, I got a great idea for a road trip. I think my boobs have grown a little more. I want to see what’s available to me. I knew you were coming over, so I made an appointment at a shop in Cincinnati that specializes in special sizes.”

“Special sizes?”

“Sexy clothes for small-boob women. I’ll drive, I know the way,” She had been given a Mustang for high school graduation. She told me about the car. It was modified for her petite size. The pedals were extended, and the seat was high. We ended up in Hyde Park in Cincinnati. Hyde Park is an affluent area with upscale stores. We went into a small boutique lingerie shop. The woman greeted Mary Sue like they were old friends.

As Mary Sue looked at some very expensive bras, the saleswoman said, “Don’t worry about fit. We can custom fit to your exact size.” Mary Sue picked several bras. Some transparent, some push-up, and some demi. Mary Sue asked, “Do you have matching thongs?” Sure enough, almost every bra had a matching thong.

Mary Sue went into a fitting room with the bras. She called me in while she was wearing one. “What do you think, Andi?”

“I didn’t know you could get custom bras.”

“Sure. I think most of my mom’s underwear is custom fit.”

Mary Sue told the saleswoman to mail the bras to her house after they were resized. She took a large quantity of very sexy thongs and said, “Let’s go.”

I said, “Aren’t you going to pay for them?”

“They’ll send a bill.”

Rich people, wow.

The next time I saw Mary Beth, she had received her custom-fit bras. She modeled them for me. Her breasts went from a liability to almost an asset. If I had the money, I think I would like to have a couple of custom-fit bras.

Early in the second semester, I asked Mary Sue if we were going to apply for university housing. She told me she was going to live off-campus. I told her that wasn’t possible. Women had to live on campus for at least 2 years. She told me her father was in the process of buying a condominium for her, and he would take care of all the arrangements. She hoped I would live with her. A couple of weeks later, I received a letter from the university informing me that my petition to live off campus had been granted. I never sent in a petition. I asked Mary Sue about this, and she said, “I told you my dad would take care of it.”

There’s an old saying, “Clothes make the man.” That also went for Mary Sue. She wore some beautiful clothes. When we came back from Christmas break, Mary Sue had a greatly improved wardrobe. When you have money, you can change your wardrobe any time you want. The one common theme of her new clothes was how well they showed off her figure, especially her ass. Last semester, everything she wore was loose-fitting.

When I saw all her new clothes, I said, “You’re going to be asked out a lot.”

Mary Sue shocked me when she said, “I’ve never been asked out on a date in my life.”

“You had a date for senior prom, didn’t you?”

“You were there, you know I did. My mom arranged the date. As I was going out the door for the prom, my mom said, ‘Don’t get pregnant. Like she thought I might have sex, and yet she knew I never dated.”

“You must have misunderstood her.”

“No, I didn’t. My mom is a bit of a free spirit.”

“Mary Sue, let’s talk about dating strategy. I find it’s easier to target a few guys and not cast a wide net.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you decide to get a few guys interested in you, you have eliminated guys you wouldn’t go out with. One of the ways I get guys to take an interest in me is to take an interest in them. I’ll follow a guy out of a class and run to catch up. I’ll comment about the class and go from there.”

“And that works?”

“Not always, but quite often. You’re a very pretty girl. I can’t imagine guys don’t notice. Make sure you wear some tight clothes and a white top with a lace bra underneath. It’ll drive them crazy.” (I know it did to me in another life.)

As the second semester went on, Mary Sue got more and more calls from guys asking her out. She would shyly tell me all the details of her dates. Mary Sue and I got into an interesting routine. She had gone farther and farther with her dates. She started to wear dresses on dates because she wanted her dates to have access to her pussy through her panties.

As Mary Sue described her date, I could tell she was turned on. She would take off her clothes, get into her bed, and slip under her covers. As she began to masturbate, I would get her dildo and slowly put it in her. Mary Sue would look into my eyes until she got closer and closer to orgasm, her lips would open, she would start to moan, and her eyes would roll back in her head. In a matter of weeks, Mary Sue started to moan louder and louder as she orgasmed.

After a particularly strong orgasm, she said, “Andi, I think I’m ready to lose my virginity, I’m just not sure how to go about it. I really don’t want to lose it to the guys I’ve been dating.”

“I know a guy who would be perfect.”

“How so?”

“Mary Sue, the dildo you’ve been using is almost the same size as Bob's penis, an employee at my father’s store. I had sex with him last summer. He was a virgin, and I’m sure he hasn’t had sex with anybody since. You wouldn’t have to worry about condoms. That’s the guy I told you about when I gave you the dildo.

“Ok. By now, you know the best depth and speed for you. You need to be in total control. Decide on the position you want to use. Remember, you have to be able to rub your clit with your fingers. Tell Bob when he puts his penis to the depth you like. He’ll want to fuck you really fast. You tell him the speed you want. Maybe you’re a unicorn.”

“Unicorn?”

“Women who orgasm the first time they have sex with a man are called unicorns, because they’re so rare.”

Mary Sue finally agreed to fuck Bob. I called up Bob and told him our dorm and room number. He thought it was for me. I told him no, but the pussy he was going to fuck was the tightest he would ever get into.

April 1st, 2000

As I woke up, I walked over to Mary Sue and lightly shook her. “Time to get up, Mary Sue. Today’s the big day.

“I’m not sure.”

“I called Bob last week and set up this date. You need to relax and enjoy the moment. As pretty as you are, Bob wouldn’t believe how lucky he is. If you don’t want to go through with this, I’ll call him back and tell him he can fuck me.

“Andi, I don’t know if I can get naked in front of a guy.”

“If you don't feel like getting naked, don’t take all your clothes off. I’ve fucked guys wearing some clothes. Make sure you’re wearing a skirt if you don’t want to get totally naked. All you have to do is take off your thong. Remember, Bob is going to have a hard-on. Uncover your vagina and direct Bob to what you want.”

I hadn’t told Mary Sue I had set up two of my guys to meet me at an uptown restaurant. I wanted to try double penetration, but no dicks up my anus. I had seen it on porno tapes but never in person. I knew a number of guys with long dicks. I thought that it would be better to have two long dicks up me and not two thick dicks.

Mary Sue took a shower before we went to the dining hall. When we got back to our room, she took another shower. I finally asked her why she showered twice. She said she didn’t want to turn Bob off with the smell of her vagina.

I told her, “If Bob isn’t going down on you, I doubt if he can smell you. Most men don’t mind a little smell, and some actually are turned on by it.” I realized she was panicked. “Take some deep breaths and relax. This might be a lot better than you anticipated.”

As the day dragged on, Mary Sue changed her clothes several times. She finally decided on her deflowering outfit. She did take my advice and wore a short skirt to fuck in.

There was a knock on the door. Like every guy I know, when pussy was involved, he showed up early. Bob was dressed in business casual. He looked more relaxed than Mary Sue. I made the introduction, never mentioning what was supposed to happen. Bob looked shocked, and he said, “Andi, you never said how beautiful Mary Sue is.”

I thought I’d push it a little. “She is beautiful, but take it from me; you haven’t seen her best parts.”

Predictably, Mary Sue looked down and blushed. I said, “I guess I’ll leave you to it.”

I practically ran uptown to the restaurant where I had told the two guys I would meet them. The two guys didn’t know each other. They were sitting at different tables. I sat down at one table and waved the other over. Once everybody was seated, I broke the ice: “Bill and Tom, do you know each other?” They said no, which I was hoping for.

“I guess you two wonder why I called both of you. Both of you know when you get a call from me, it means we are going to fuck. Today I want to fuck both of you at the same time.”

From the grumbling, I could tell they weren’t happy. “Let me put this as simply as possible: either we all fuck, or nobody fucks. And I’ve been thinking about both your cocks sliding up my cunt all day. I’m really horny. If either one of you doesn’t agree, I’ll go back to my dorm room and delete your numbers from my phone. You need to think about all the spectacular pussy you’ll never see again.” We ordered meals. Before the food arrived, I handed each of them a blue pill. I liked the smiles on their faces.

I decide to go to Tom’s apartment. It had a bigger bed. I stripped off my clothes down to my panties. I had a fantasy of having each guy suck a nipple at the same time. They obliged me gladly. Every person who ever sucked on my nipples did it slightly differently. To have two guys sucking on them with a little different style was such a turn-on. I finally said, “Would one of you guys please go down on me?” They practically tore off my dripping wet panties. They took turns sucking my rock-hard clit. After several quick orgasms, I told them, “Take off your clothes for a cock inspection.” The guys acted as if they had never undressed in front of another man.

I think they thought I was kidding, but actually, I needed to see whose dick was the longest. Tom was definitely longer, but Bill was still very large. I told them to get a condom on and lube it up, even if the condom was lubricated. I know I was going to have everybody well-lubed to get those large cocks up my pussy.

I got Tom to lie flat on his back. I lay belly to belly on Tom. I slowly eased his cock up my pussy. I whispered in his ear, “Slowly pump me. Continue that speed the entire time we fuck.” I was so excited that I came almost immediately. I then told Bill, “Ease your cock up my pussy.” I was surprised how easy it went up me. I was being stretched more by the two guys than by Jimmy. The pain, the pleasure, the sweat, the two bodies sandwiching me, two cocks pumping my pussy at different speeds, gave me the most intense orgasm. Tom’s cock was pushed very hard against my G spot by Bill’s cock.

I told Bill, “Jackhammer me.” I don’t know when Bill and Tom came, but I had several more while their cocks stayed hard. Bill fell out of me and dropped to the floor. I rolled off Tom and lay on my back. Nothing was said for a while until I broke the silence, “We're going again?” They both groaned. “Look, guys, you know me well enough to know I’m not done. If not both of you, will one of you fuck me?”

Tom got off the bed, went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and put on a new condom. I went to my go-to position. My knees on the bed, my head down, and my pussy up in the air. This single event made me realize how elastic a pussy is. I was stretched to the maximum. This night, Tom’s big dick seemed so small. I only got a couple of insignificant orgasms because I was jacking off my erect clit. Several weeks later, Tom’s dick seemed so much bigger.

Bill drove me back to my dorm room with Tom in the back seat. I asked them what they thought of double penetration. They both said it was kind of strange fucking a pussy, and the pussy really fucked back. I guess they really felt each other’s cock sliding against theirs. I told them I would like to do that again when I could walk again. They laughed. In reality, I could barely walk due to the leg position and how much my pussy was stretched.

I told Bill and Tom they were going to have to get an STD test. I was tired of rubbers; next time, I wanted to go bareback. They were more than glad to comply.

When I got back to the room, Bob and Mary Sue were on the bed. Bob was sitting down, and Mary Beth was straddling him. She was still wearing her skirt. She was really humping Bob, kissing him very passionately. I noticed her brightly colored bra on her dresser. One of Bob’s hands was under her top, and he was fondling her breasts. I immediately assumed they hadn’t fucked.

“Sorry, guys, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll come back later.”

Mary Beth said, “No need to go. We’re just finishing up." What did that mean? As Mary Beth got up, I noticed a little stain on Bob’s pants. I later learned Mary Beth wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt, and those stains came from her pussy. As Bob was leaving, she gave him another big kiss and said, “Same time Friday?”

Bob was all smiles when he said, “Oh my god, that would be great.”

After Bob left, Mary Beth got the biggest smile on her face. “I did it, Andi. We had sex, and I loved it. I guess you’ll have to start calling me a double unicorn.”

“Why a double unicorn?”

“I had two orgasms. I think I could have gone for more, but Bob kind of gave out.”

I shook my head, “Are you telling me you came twice the first time you fucked a boy?”

“And they were great.”

“I guess I’ll have to start calling you a double unicorn. Or maybe just double.” I called her that or some permutation of that for years. It was kind of fun using a nickname whose origin nobody could ever guess. When Mary Beth had on an exceptionally sexy outfit, I would tell her, “I see a triple in your future.”

“You want to talk about it?” Mary Sue was so shy; I thought this might help her.

“Sure, what do you want to know?”

“For starters, what position did you use?”

“Our first position was the same I saw you use with Jimmy.”

“First position? You mean you used more than one?”

“Yup. I had my first orgasm with your position. Bob just didn’t go in as deep as my dildo. So after a little rest, I mounted him and really bounced up and down on him as fast as I could. That orgasm was especially strong.”

“Mary Sue, you’re sure a fast learner. I didn’t notice the bottle of lube out. Did you use any?”

“I noticed that my vagina was very wet. The wettest I’ve ever been. The second time with as much semen as Bob shot up me, I was actually dripping. His penis slid up me with no effort.”

“You need to remember your vaginal area can easily get small tears if you’re not well lubricated.”

That first fuck for Mary Beth had broken the dam. She wanted to fuck Bob every chance she got. They started on a date and always ended up back at our dorm room. I guess it’s true what they say, “You never forget your first good fuck.” But it was obvious, sooner or later, Mary Beth was going to upsize.

Less than a month after Mary Beth’s first fuck, she asked me if I had any more blue pills that Bob could have. I asked, “Why don’t you try screwing without Viagra?” She told me, “If it’s not broke, why fix it?”

It seemed like she was asking for a new strip of pills every month. When we moved into the apartment, I put my remaining pills in the cupboard for easy access. We bought several boxes of 360 pills in a box during our time at the university. Both of us had become incredibly sexually active.

One last note: several of our dorm neighbors asked us to be quieter when we had guys over. I rarely had guys in our room, and I always tried to keep the sound down. I didn’t think it could possibly be Mary Sue. When Mary Sue and I lived in the same apartment, Mary Sue didn’t mind telling the world she was coming.