Meet up with daNNy

The image of daNNyGee's voluptuous figure keeps drawing me back. It's one thing to be in Devon's body, but a whole nother thing to have a girlfriend who desperately wants to see him. As I walk back to the apartment with Meilyn, I reason to myself that maybe I should meet with her. This way, I can learn more about what Devon is up to without wasting mana and breaking things off to prevent her from coming across Meilyn in case she takes more drastic steps to look for Devon.

Back at the apartment, while Meilyn is in the other room, I open up Devon's phone to chat with 'daNNyGee.'

My heart pounded as I stared at her last message: "Hey baby, when are you coming over? I miss you so much." I took a deep breath, nerves fraying at the edges. I typed out a reply, trying to mimic Devon's casual tone from his other messages as best as I could. "Hey bby, just got your message. Been busy. Can we meet up tonight? I’ve got something special for you."

The response came within seconds. "Finally! Yes, definitely. My place at 8?"

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. "Perfect. Send me your address and see you then <3."

I pocketed the phone and glanced around the room, the reality of what I was about to do sinking in. This was madness. I was going to pretend to be Devon and meet with his girlfriend. But I keep telling myself that I have **** as the pendant around my neck pulses with a steady rhythm, reminding me of the power that binds us together. When Meilyn gets back, I tell her that I need to take care of something from my old body and that I'll be back later tonight. She offers to help, but I tell her it's better for me to go alone.

Later that evening, I head towards daNNyGee's apartment, my thoughts a whirlwind of anxiety and excitement. I got there two minutes past 8 and took a moment to steady myself before knocking on the door. It swung open almost immediately, revealing daNNyGee standing there in a tight green top and denim short shorts that accentuated her curves. She was even more stunning up close, her caramel skin glowing under the soft lighting. I felt my throat tighten as I took her in.

"Devon!" she exclaimed, pulling me into a tight embrace. My body stiffened for a moment before he relaxed into the hug, trying to mimic Devon's mannerisms.

"Hey baby," I said, my voice softer than I intended. She pulled back, her eyes scanning my face.

"You're late," she teased, her lips curling into a sultry smile. "But you look good enough to make up for it."

I **** a grin, trying to mask my nervousness. "Had some...stuff to take care of."

"Well, you’re here now, and that's all that matters." Her hand reached out, fingertips grazing my cheek. I flinched involuntarily but quickly composed myself. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Long day."

She chuckled a low, throaty sound. "No need to apologize. Come here."

Before I could comprehend, she pulled me into a kiss, her lips soft and demanding. I responded instinctively, my arms wrapping around her waist. The scent of her perfume filled my senses, intoxicating and dangerously alluring. She pressed herself against me, her body molding perfectly to mine.

"God, I missed you," she whispered against my lips, her hands roaming under my shirt. "Been thinking about this all day."

My mind raced, struggling to keep up with the moment. I broke the kiss, gasping for air. "Wait, let's slow down a bit."

She pouted but complied, stepping back slightly. "Fine, but don't think you can get out of this easily."

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Trust me, I wouldn't dream of it."

She led me to the couch, sitting down and pulling me onto her lap. "So, tell me, what’s this special thing you have for me?"

Her hand found mine, and she gave it a gentle squeeze. I felt a surge of guilt mixed with arousal. I hadn't expected her to be so affectionate, so genuine. But then again, maybe Devon had been too.

My brain scrambled for an answer. "Uh, well, it's...uh..."

She giggled, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "Don't tell me you forgot already?"

I shook my head, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down my temple. "No, not at all. It's just...intense. That's all."

Her eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Intense, huh? How intense are we talking?"

My gaze dropped to her chest. For the first time, I noticed her nipples were visible through the thin material of her top, and I couldn't help but glance at them, my mind conjuring images of what lay beneath.

She noticed his gaze and smiled knowingly. "Like what you see?" she teased, her fingers again brushing against my cheek.

My breath hitched. "Very much," I admitted, my voice hoarse.

Her smile widened, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Then why don't you show me your intense surprise now?" she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

Before I could respond, her lips found my neck, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I gasped, my hands instinctively moving to her waist. She nipped at my skin, her teeth grazing me lightly before soothing the spot with her tongue.

My resolve weakened as she undid the first few buttons of my shirt, slipping her hand inside to caress my chest. Her touch was electric, and I could feel my cock hardening in my pants.

"Devon," she purred, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin. "You always know how to make me feel good."

I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but the temptation was too great.

"Open your eyes," she commanded, her voice husky. "Look at me." I obeyed, meeting her gaze. There was a fire in her eyes, a raw desire that mirrored my own. She leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. My hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every dip.

She moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around my neck. Her tongue tangled with mine, and I could taste the sweetness of her, the intensity of her need.

Breaking the kiss, she pressed herself against me, grinding her hips suggestively. "Want me, Devon?" she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

"Always," I replied, nearly biting off the word.

She laughed softly, a sound that made his blood heat. "Then show me," she challenged, trailing a finger down my chest to the button of my pants.

My breath came in ragged gasps as she undid the button and zipper, freeing my straining erection. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking me slowly at first, then picking up speed until I was panting, my hips bucking involuntarily.

"So hard," she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," I groaned, his head falling back. "More, please."

She complied, increasing her pace, her grip firm and confident. "Such a big boy," she cooed, her thumb swiping over the tip, spreading the pre-cum. "You ready to come for me?"

"Yes," I panted, my body taut with tension.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want you to come inside me baby. Show me how much you want me."

My control snapped, and I leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss and desperately removing the clothes from her body. "Off," she murmured between kisses. "Take them off."

I obeyed, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. She helped, her fingers nimble and quick. Soon, we were both naked, our bodies pressed tightly together.

"Touch me," she begged, her voice thick with need. "I want to feel you."

My hands trembled as I slid them down her sides, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She gasped, arching her back and grinding against me. "Harder," she whispered. "Make me feel it."

I obliged, my hands tightening their grip, fingers digging into her flesh. She whimpered, her nails scraping down his back. "Yes, like that. Don't stop."

Our breaths mingled in the small space, heavy and ragged. My erection throbbed against her thigh, begging for release. "Ride me," I growled, my voice raw with urgency.

She didn't hesitate, lifting herself off my lap and positioning me at her entrance. With a groan, she sank down, taking me fully inside her. I clenched his jaw, the sensation overwhelming.

"Move," I commanded, my voice barely controlled. "Fuck yourself on me."

She obeyed, her hips rolling in lazy circles before picking up speed. My hands remained on her ass, guiding her motions, urging her faster. "Yes, baby, like that. Keep going."

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her breath coming in short, **** gasps. "Devon, I'm...so close. Don't stop."

I gritted my teeth, my own release building fast. "Come for me," I demanded. "Let me hear you come."

Her movements grew erratic, her pleasure peaking. "Oh God, yes! I'm...I'm gonna."

That did it. With a guttural cry, we both came. But she didn't stop moving, milking every last drop from me until I was spent, my body trembling.

We both lay there, basking in the aftermath of our session. She took my hand. "Better?" she asked, her tone soft and caring.

I nodded, still catching my breath. "Much," I said, squeezing her hand. "Thank you."

She smiled, leaning her head on my shoulder. "Anytime, baby. Anytime."

We sat there in silence for a while, the tension between us lessening with each passing moment. I knew I should leave and get back to Meilyn, but I couldn't bring myself to move. Not yet.