Checking Up

The first thing Jezzer registered was the antiseptic sting in his nostrils. Then, the stiff starched sheets. He blinked, Allison’s long lashes fluttering against her—his—cheeks. The light was different. Brighter. Morning.

A deep, unfamiliar yawn escaped his throat, the sound high and soft. It was still a shock. The memory of last night crashed over him, a warm, filthy tide that made a slow smile spread across a face that wasn’t his. Oh yeah. This is real.

A knock at the door was followed by the entrance of Dr. Kerry and another man, the more severe Dr. Saunders. Kerry’s expression was a mask of professional concern. “Ah, you’re awake! Good morning, Jezzer. How are you feeling?”

Jezzer didn’t answer immediately. He pushed himself up on the pillows, the motion sending a jiggling sensation across his chest that he desperately wanted to explore. He used Allison’s voice, pitching it a little higher, a perfect mimic of innocent confusion. “My head is… fuzzy. What happened?”

“There was an accident,” Dr. Kerry said smoothly, stepping closer. “You suffered a head injury, but you’re going to be just fine. We’ve run some tests, and everything is stable. You’re a very healthy eighteen-year-old.” He emphasized the age, his eyes locking with Jezzer’s for a moment, a silent message passing between them.

Saunders cut in, his tone drier. “We’ll need to monitor you for another twenty-four hours. Just routine. Do you need anything? Pain medication?”

“No,” Jezzer said, a little too quickly. He softened his tone. “No, thank you. I’m just… I think I’d like to be alone for a bit. To process.”

“Of course,” Kerry said, a relieved smile on his face. “Perfectly understandable. We’ll be right outside if you need us.” The two men retreated, the door clicking shut behind them.

The moment the latch engaged, Jezzer’s entire demeanor shifted. The feigned weakness evaporated. He swung his legs—her legs—over the side of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool linoleum. He stood, the hospital gown flapping open at the back.

His hands, small and delicate with neatly trimmed nails, came up and cupped his chest through the thin cotton. A low groan rumbled in his new throat. God, yes. They were so soft, so perfectly sized to fill his palms. He gave an experimental squeeze, and a sharp, delicious jolt shot straight to his core. Unbelievable.

Fingers trembling with a greed he hadn’t felt in decades, he tore at the gown’s ties. He shrugged it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a heap. He stood there, naked, in the middle of the room.

Mine. All mine.

He turned toward the small reflective surface of the darkened monitor screen, his heart hammering against Allison’s ribs. He couldn’t see much, just a pale, shapely blur. It was enough. He ran his hands over the smooth plane of her stomach, down the gentle curve of her hips. He arched his back, thrusting his new chest out, watching the blurry silhouette transform. He turned, looking over his shoulder, and slapped a hand on one firm buttock, the smack echoing in the quiet room. A laugh, husky and entirely his own, bubbled out of him.

He dropped into a shallow squat, gyrating his hips, feeling the unfamiliar weight of her backside sway and bounce. Twerking. He’d seen the kids do it. Now he was doing it, a dirty old man in a sweet young thing’s body, and the absurd, taboo thrill of it was the most potent aphrodisiac he’d ever known.

His breathing was coming in short, eager pants now. The ache between his legs was a persistent, throbbing demand. He didn’t make it back to the bed. He simply turned and fell forward onto it, landing on his knees, his ass high in the air, his face buried in the sheets. The posture was one of complete and utter submission, but he felt nothing but power. This is what it’s like. This is what they feel.

One hand snaked back, fingers tracing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He was already wet, a slick heat that welcomed his touch. He found his clit, a hard, eager pearl buried in its hood, and circled it once, twice. A full-body shudder wracked him. So sensitive. Everything is so damn sensitive.

He didn’t tease himself. He was past that. He plunged two fingers inside, a sudden, shocking fullness that made him cry out. Tighter than anything he’d ever known. He curled his fingers, searching, and found a spot that made stars burst behind his eyelids. He established a rhythm, fucking himself with his own hand, his hips pushing back to meet every thrust.

The sounds he made were not his own: high, keening whimpers and gasped pleas that belonged to the girl whose body he was plundering. “Oh god… Jezzer… yes…” he moaned into the mattress, role-playing the fantasy, getting off on the horrific wrongness of it all. “Fuck me, you dirty old man. Use me.”

His other hand found its way back to his breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple, the dual sensations of pain and pleasure merging into one unbearable tension. The coil in his belly wound tighter and tighter, a spring about to snap. His movements became frantic, less coordinated, driven by a need for release that was all-consuming.

He was so close. So close. He could feel it building, a pressure so immense it was almost painful. He pressed his face harder into the sheets, his back arching deeper, presenting himself to an invisible partner.

The climax didn’t just hit; it detonated. It was a silent, seismic event that shattered his every thought. A raw, broken scream was ripped from his throat as his body convulsed, clenching violently around his pumping fingers. Waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure radiated outwards, leaving his limbs weak and trembling. He collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting mess, his fingers still buried inside her, feeling the last few fluttering contractions.

He lay there for a long time, boneless and spent. Slowly, he pulled his slick fingers free. He was about to bring them to his lips, to taste her one more time, when the door handle suddenly jiggled.

A voice, muffled but clear, called through the door. “Jezzer? Everything alright in there? I thought I heard a noise.” It was Dr. Kerry.

Jezzer froze, his heart leaping into his throat. His cum-slicked hand hovered in the air.