Making New Old Memories

You honestly can’t believe it. Your best friend Liz is laying right next to you, breathing as heavily as you are, after fucking each other’s brains out using only your tongues. What would have seemed like an impossible dream just a short while in the past was now the incredible reality, due to an entirely different sort of dream that you’d had the night before. You didn’t know who the owner of that strange voice was or what you had done to deserve their attention, but you thanked your lucky stars that it worked exactly as advertised. Liz was yours, life was good, and there were no more surprises waiting for—

“Ow!” You say, surprised, as Liz lightly smacks you on your thigh, right next to where your cock is gently clinging to your leg via Liz’s spittle.

“Jesus, John!” Liz says, with a wry smile as she sits up with a slight groan, curling in one knee so that she can rest her arm on it. If you look close enough, you can still see where her glistening arousal shines at the juncture of her thighs. “A hammer in your pants, and a weapon in your mouth too? When the hell’d you get so good at licking cunts?”

You let out a little nervous laugh as you sit up in turn, before reaching up and scratching at the back of your head. “Well… if you want to know the truth, it was actually Maria who really liked it, and I used to go down on her all the time when we were building up to the main event. But when things started… going south, I guess I tried to get even better so that she… wouldn’t…” You feel your good mood start to evaporate as the harsh memories come crashing back, your gaze dropping to stare at a random section of carpet.

“Hey. Hey!” Liz says, getting your attention with a snap of her fingers, and you look up to see her flipping the bird at the living room window. “You know what my professional opinion is? Fuck her. She’s a cunt, and what’s worse is that I thought that she didn’t know what she was missing out on—but she actually did, and just gave it all up. You deserve better. You deserve… me.”

You feel a warmth pool in your cheeks and in your cock, and you start feeling even better about taking what you and Liz had to the next level. As your girlfriend, Liz could finally be there in all the ways she couldn’t before, finally taking the edge off of the sting that Maria had delivered just a few months before. In fact…

“C’mon.” Liz says, getting up and reaching a hand down to help you get up. “It’s time to fuck all of those bad feelings away. Nothing like good memories to replace the shitty ones.”

You take her hand with no hesitation, even as her words begin to stir an idea deep in you. As you both walk to the near hall, your eyes naturally gravitating to Liz’s naked ass, you think to how Liz has been allegedly lusting after you since you moved in. But, what did that actually look like? How had she remembered the time they’d spent together now, living in such close quarters? How had she resisted making any moves before now?

Well, the easy answer was that she had. She just didn’t remember it yet.

You felt a small twinge of hesitation as you readied your next commands, knowing that with every change you made you were encroaching more and more on the essential Liz, what made her who she was. But on the other hand, after coming this far, you found that you just couldn’t resist making things with the two of you as perfect as possible.

You reach over to the bathroom door as you pass it, giving it a few light knocks with your knuckle. “You know, it’s funny,” you say, as Liz stops in front of you, before looking over her shoulder questioningly, “that we never managed to make it this far before now. I mean, how many close calls have we had in the bathroom, where we just about saw one another naked? Or in just a towel?”

You watch Liz’s eyes as these new memories take hold, filled with a sort of awe at the power you now possess while she takes to these new sections of her life with a grin. “What can I say, I really wanted to see what you were packing. And to think, all it would’ve taken was one slipped towel to get this ass that much sooner." She said, slapping one of her hands down on a buoyant, rippling cheek of said ass. "Bet you feel like kind of an ass yourself, huh John?”

“You know it.” You say, quickly beginning to like this little game, even as you wonder just how far you can push it. “In fact, I don’t think you’ve knocked on this door once since we moved in here. But that doesn’t explain why you never answer when I start knocking, even when you’re hardly dressed.”

“Yeah, I guess I thought that seeing a girl in just her bra and panties every once in a while might finally bring out the man in you, but what did I know?” She says with a cheeky grin. “Honestly though, it's why I started wearing barely any clothes around the apartment. If you weren’t going to man up, I figured I’d just have to slut it up instead. And it looks like it finally fuckin’ worked~.”

Liz says this casually, even as you start in place and your eyes go wide. The idea of Liz, of all people, doing a thing that she considered to be ‘slutty’ for a potential lover—much less for you—got your motor running in a way that you didn’t think was possible considering that you’d gotten off what felt like just minutes before. But Liz evidently took the break in conversation as an opportunity to keep walking to her room, and you hurriedly follow behind, an idea beginning to take bloom.

“Is that why you started masturbating so loud?" You say just as she touches the knob. “I mean, I know you said that it was a different John's name you were calling out when I asked you, but I could still hear you clean through the wall each time—"

"Oh John," Liz moans out as if in answer, causing you to stiffen in more ways than one, "oh god, yes, so good, you fucker, keep fucking, or you're fucked—sound familiar?" Liz said, rolling her shoulders in such a way that sent her bare breasts bouncing. "I was getting a little ****, near the end there, when it seemed like you couldn't take a hint to save either of our sex lives. So to tide me over, I get me a vibrator, write your name on it, and have a little fun time right up against the thin walls. Joke's on me, though." She says, stepping up to gently cradle your hardening shaft. "It definitely wasn't big enough."

With Liz's hand gripped around your shaft once more, throbbing eagerly in her grasp, you wet your lips as you prepare for the command that will push things over the top. "The only reason I bring it up, is because of the fantasy that I heard the other night. The one that I know is your favorite. The one you wanted to do just as soon as we became an item. And, I figure, why wait?"

Confusion suddenly wars behind Liz’s eyes as she tries to put a name to what you’re implying, her brow scrunching up before at last coming up blank as the ability of your powers to fabricate memories evidently reaches its very limit. “And what might that be?" She says as she leans against the frame of the door, trying to pose the question as a challenge while at the same time genuinely not sure of the answer.

Trying to still your beating heart and the equally persistent throbbing in your cock, you open your mouth to answer.