Ben finds that time travel is messy

When his senses returned things were very different. Ben seemed to awake with a gasp, as though he had stopped breathing while asleep. Disorientation was even worse than his previous experience.

The device was gripped firmly in his hands, he could feel as much, but everything else was dark. He felt blankets around him and his head was resting on a soft pillow. What? He blinked rapidly, squinting at the darkness surrounding him.

He was in the basement again, laying in the bedding that Suzy had made for him.

Ben couldn’t make sense of it. He wasn’t really thinking when he zapped himself back in time, but he sort of assumed that he would go back and there would be two versions of himself or something of that nature.

But now…it was like everything was a dream and he had woken up from it. Was he possessing his own body, or the body of himself in an alternate timeline? The logistics of it all gave him a headache.

There was movement in the darkness and he felt someone lift the covers and get into the bedding with him.

Oh, he thought, we’re back to this, are we Heather?

But he soon became aware of an expanse of soft flesh pressing against him. A pair of very large breasts pushed up into his back, a meaty thigh hung over his hip, the warm wetness of a hungry pussy dripping against his lower back. Something felt different, this was not the body of an eighteen year old.

He turned to face the newcomer and found his lips captured in a hungry kiss, the burning taste of **** and lime filling his mouth.

When he broke away he felt himself gasp. “Francine??”