Give Me the Night

Later, Farra (both halves of her) stood in her room, checking out the new outfits she’d bought for herself.

Julie and Loretta had both been tremendously helpful in picking out clothes for her; Julie for her expertise in teen fashion (even if her daughter was something less than a fashionista, she was at least exposed to a lot of what girls that age liked) and Loretta’s in what was acceptable for women Jake’s own age.

All told, they’d gathered about a dozen new outfits for her. Clothes were cheap, as it turned out; a BP or so for each outfit. Farra supposed that wasn’t surprising. Beautiful women prancing about in stylish clothes could only improve the show’s ratings.

She was wildly uncomfortable, though. Her skin felt like it was on fire. One body was decked out in a tiny silver club dress that left her legs exposed and threatened to let her ass fall out, the other in a tiny mini skirt and halter top that plunged to reveal a deep valley of cleavage.

Both outfits sent a clear message.

“Fuck it,” she said to the skirt body. “I think you’re the winner.”

“Damn right I am,” She remarked to herself, placing her hand on her hip.

This is manifestly ridiculous, she thought. But maybe the only way to get through this exercise.

She quickly changed dress self into skirt and top’s outfit, and immediately, the itchy, burning sensation faded away. She breathed a sigh of relief.

The only way to tell her two selves apart was the hair. On one body, she wore pigtails. On the other, her hair had been styled into waves that kept it falling to her waist rather than her ass. Done up and styled, she looked nothing like the professor nearing retirement she’d been a short while ago.

“You ready?” Her loose-haired self asked her pigtailed one.

“As much as I’m going to be,” Pigtails said with a grin.

It was pure mummery. They were both Farra. But it was mummery with a purpose. For practice.

“SmartSpeaker, play College Disco!” She said in unison, summoning a favorite playlist Ryan had constructed for her.

A familiar old tune began to play, immediately bringing a smile to both her faces. She began tapping her toe, then gliding her two selves toward one another as the beat picked up. Suddenly, it no longer mattered that the song was nearly 40 years old, or that it had been nearly as long since she was in her prime.

The world fell away, and she was 20 again, with a whole club’s worth of eyes on her. In America, she wouldn’t even be allowed in the club, but in Italy, or Greece, or Germany, or wherever else her studies had taken her back in those glory days, she was there, she was sexy. Everyone wanted her, and she knew it.

She spun around to look herself in the eyes, Pigtails’ arms wrapped around Waves’ neck, Waves’ hands on her hips.

“God, I want to fuck you,” She admitted to herself.

Silly to say, but undeniably true. The mindfuck they’d laid her was intense, and there was a reason she’d worked so hard of late to keep her two bodies apart. She could barely think straight, looking at herself.

She allowed herself a lingering kiss. Waves’ hand slid beneath Pigtails’ skirt, squeezing her ass, and Pigtails groped Waves’ breasts beneath her top. But she separated herselves and took a deep breath. Farra couldn’t allow herself to give into lust for herself; not when tonight was so critical.

Outside, the sun was setting. It was time to roll the dice.

*****

Jake sighed as the elevator took him on the interminable journey from the lobby to his suite. The first time he’d taken it, it had been breathtaking. By now, even that wonder had become tedious.

He’d spent the evening having dinner and drinks with four of the closest people in his life. Emily, Megan and AJ. AJ had, as ever, proving why he’d spent years calling her his right hand. Megan seemed almost exuberant for a change, and even Emily seemed to be growing comfortable (and for that matter, even confident) with the changes inflicted on her. Late into the dinner, even Hannah had joined them. He was astonished to find that his ex and current girlfriend had developed a friendly rapport.

It all seemed to be going better. Between his evening with Julie, Hannah and his friends, it almost felt as though things were gravitating toward some twisted form of normality. The only thing that still ate him was Ryan, who he’d not seen in days. His worry for his ostensible best friend was almost tangible, and knowing that his mother would be waiting for him at the top of the elevator wasn’t helping.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was getting up in his own head again; the natural state of being when troubled thoughts and **** performed their alchemy in his brain.

He’d wanted to stay with his friends and enjoy himself, and would have if not for his obligation to spend time with Farra. In contrast to his previous visits, the sun was long set by the time he arrived back at his suite.

Jake wondered how this would work. Would he need to call Farra over? What would that conversation sound like? He’d known her for years, and was quite fond of her, but one on one time? They’d shared little enough.

Yet when the elevators opened, he found that, for the third time in as many nights, his guest had preempted him. The sight of her took his breath away. Farra was leaning against the minibar in his main suite, her long, sensuous legs crossed. They were bared by a tiny silver skirt. The strappy black top left a deep well of olive cleavage on tantalizing display.

As his blue eyes met her dark ones, her plump lips curled into a grin.

“Hello, Jake. I was beginning to wonder if you’d show up.”

Jake had to swallow before he could answer.

“Uhm…hi, Mrs…”

Farra rolled her eyes and sighed, theatrically.

“Oh, fuck all of that,” She said. “Call me Farra, for god’s sake.”

He opened his mouth to object, but realized quite suddenly that he didn’t have the faintest idea what he might say. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow to him, her hands coming to rest on her remarkably shapely hips.

“Uhm, okay, Farra,” He said, frantically looking around the room. “I, uh…why are you dressed like that?”

“Because I wanted to,” She said casually.

She did a slow twirl for him, showing herself off.

“I think it’s a good look, don’t you?”

There was no lilt, or breathiness in her voice; no obvious sign of flirtation. Yet she was flirting with him.

“I…Yeah. Incredible. I just…why?”

Farra furrowed her brow.

“Why what?”

Jake gave a heavy sigh.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Because you’re really hot and I want to have some fun,” She said. “Surely you’ve guessed by now that I’m not exactly a nun. I know you have a hall pass. I’ve had one for some time.”

She threaded her arms beneath her breasts and above her slim waist.

“Honestly, Jake. What’s stopping us?”

God, she was stunning. How old was she? 28? His mind groped at the numbers that usually came so easy to him. How old had he been when she’d looked like this?

“I…you’re…you’re Ryan’s Mom! You’re like…”

She cast her gaze down, but when her dark eyes turned back up to meet his, shyness was the last thing he saw in them.

“I’m like a woman, you’re like a man,” She said. “Isn’t that all the math we need?”

She pointed a finger to a space over his shoulder. When he turned, he found her other body walking out of the shadows from behind him. She was identical but for her hair, pulled into pigtails that draped over the front of her shoulders. Somehow, this one looked even younger than the other.

“Come on, Jake,” This body double said. “Think it over. Can’t we just be two young, good looking people tonight?”

“Three, if you want,” The other said from behind him. “I can do that, you know.”

He tried not to imagine both curvy women, visions straight out of his fantasies, curled up on either side of him, and failed spectacularly. If this was Ryan’s mother, the version of her he’d known for years was very, very far away.

“Why do you want this?” He **** himself to ask.

“I’d think that’s obvious,” She said. “I’m young. I’ve got a young woman’s appetites again.”

She shrugged a bare, olive shoulder.

“Tell you the truth, Jake, I’m starving over here. It’s been entirely too long, and you’re a very good looking man.”

She looked at her toe, rubbing it against the floor, her hand toying with a pigtail. This time, she did seem shy when she looked up at him. Yet again, he found it hard to remember who this girl…woman…actually was.

She stared expectantly before he finally took the hint that it was his turn to initiate.

“Look, Farra…It’s not that I’m not flattered,” He said. “I just don’t want…”

“You don’t want?” She interjected before he could finish. “Jake, come on now. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want this.”

His body took a long journey from her dainty high heeled feet to her inquisitive black eyes. By the time he opened his mouth to protest, he realized his silence had already answered her question.

“Fuck…” He muttered. “Listen, Farra, it’s not about what I want.”

“Well, I think that’s stupid,” She said. “You want something, and you have your girlfriend’s permission to do it.”

She took a step closer to him, an unmistakable roll in her hips as she did. Before he could stop her, she stood on her toes, placed her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him.

What happened next was a blur. Her full, soft lips on his melted any resolve left in him entirely. Soon, his hands were exploring her body.

Farra proved an assertive lover. He didn’t get to push her against the wall, so much as she guided him to do so. Once there, she hooked a leg around his hip, pinning him to her as her hand snaked down his pants. Though he was rock hard already, her teasing elevated him to planes of desire he didn’t fully understand.

That’s when her other body approached from behind, and a pair of hands ran up his back, nuzzling and kissing his neck before suckling his ear lobe.

“Fucking…God!” He croaked between kisses.

The Farra in front of him pulled back, grinning.

“Not yet,” She said with a wink. “But give it a few seconds.”

A muttered grunt of anticipation was all he could muster in response, and in a few hazy moments, she’d guided him to the bed on top of her.

Somewhere between the two points, his shirt had disappeared. The Farra beneath him, the one with pigtails, kept him stimulated as the other helped him out of his pants.

I’m fucking twins, a semi-coherent thought informed him.

“Do it!” Farra breathed beneath him, snuffing it out like a candle.

She’d become naked somehow, her wide hips, full breasts and neatly trimmed bush all on full display for him. The sight was an even more enticing invitation than her words, and he plunged into her. As one Farra moaned and squirmed beneath him, the other sat above him, shouting encouragement, directions, and occasionally raking his back.

Somehow, miraculously, he kept himself from cumming until she’d cried out his name.

Later, he lay between the two naked bodies, breathing as he tried to piece his wits back together.

Icebreaker! +7 VP

“That…was incredible.”

The Farra beneath his right arm moaned. He was reasonably sure it had been the pigtailed one, though whatever hairstyle she’d worn had largely undone itself. The one beneath his left traced a lazy, contented finger over his chest.

“Mmmhhhmmmm…” She agreed. “I can’t remember the last time I had it so good.”

“I…really?” He asked.

Farra gave that a slow nod.

“I said I wasn’t a nun, but you’re apparently no cloistered priest, either,” She purred. “Although I do wish you’d been able to run a little longer.”

Jake felt heat in his cheeks.

“I’m sorry…The foreplay was just so…”

She placed a finger over his lips.

“You think you have another round in you?” She asked.

He nodded vigorously.

“Yeah. I just need…fuck, I don’t know. 10. 20. Maybe an hour?” He said. “I need a breather.”

“Good,” She said, tossing her head back. “Because she’s not quite satisfied yet.”

Farra pointed a finger to the one beneath his left arm. The other slide out and stood up, letting her waterfall of dark hair fall across her beautiful, naked backside.

“I’m going to take a shower,” She said. “You can entertain my other half in the meantime.”

“No rush, of course,” The Farra still against him said.

She began kissing up his stomach, along his chest and up his neck.

“Yeah…Take your time,” Jake groaned.

As one Farra left, the other swung himself atop him, straddling his hips with her sharply thighs. His hands wrapped around them, holding them in place as she teased the tip of his cock with her lower lips.

And suddenly, Jake found he didn’t need a breather after all.

*****

Her shower was perfunctory; enough to wet her hair and soap her body. Enough to eliminate any serious suspicion that she was doing anything else. By the time she stepped out, Jake and her other body were making vigorous love.

I did not lie to the boy, she thought with a sigh. He really is very good.

Only belatedly, she realized she was touching herself as her other body arched her back in genuine pleasure.

“Goddamnit,” She swore at herself. “I need to focus.”

Wrapping a bathrobe around her body, she slipped back out into the main room. As she’d hoped, Jake was far too distracted with the body riding him like a bronco to care what her other was up to, though she’d left the shower running just in case. Before the state of affairs could change, she darted down the nearest stairwell.

She wanted to start her search in the study, the bottom level of his multistory suite. But what books were there seemed only for show; a collection of outdated encyclopedias and reference books far removed from what she was after. She thumbed through each quickly, in case any were camouflage, but all of them seemed legit.

Briefly, she wondered if the books represented their world, or the strange one they’d been taken to. It was an interesting question, though one she had no time to answer at the moment. She quietly tiptoed upstairs to the game room and lounge, and here, she found what she was after.

The room bore a tiny wooden bookshelf; the kind she’d bought for Ryan when he was little. It bore an odd collection of fantasy novels, tabletop gaming manuels and comic books. Just as she began to wonder if she was wasting her time, her heart leapt when she saw what lay on the shelf beneath them; a collection of video game guides and cheatbooks.

Farra thumbed through them more urgently. And sure enough, nestled between copy of the Final Fantasy X strategy guide and an extensive book on Smash Brothers Melee strategies, she found a small, leatherbound cheatbook simply labeled Sabrina Clement.

Jackpot!

She scrolled through it quickly by the light of her cell phone. There were a remarkable number of “cheats” to use on the poor girl; some to change her body, some to change her mind, some to give her buffs or penalties. They were all temporary in nature. The longest lasted for 12 hours, but most were somewhere between 10 and 60 minutes.

Farra opened her phone's camera, and began taking pictures.

That done, she scampered back upstairs.

*****

Jake awoke the next morning to the distant sound of scraping metal, along with a heavenly scent of something he couldn’t identify. His thighs and cock ached pleasantly, and he felt the pleasant afterglow of a good night of fun.

…And shot bolt upright when he remembered just who that night had been spent with.

“Oh fuck,” He said, wiping a messy auburn tangle from his face. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Dressed in a pair of boxer briefs and a baggy t-shirt, he finally stumbled his way downstairs, where he found Farra, or at least one of her, cooking him breakfast. She smiled and lifted her gaze as he entered.

That smile, and an apron, were all she wore.

“Good morning, Jake!” She said cheerily. “Before you ask, I sent my other half off to my room to get a head start on my studies.”

“Uh…sure,” He said. “Okay.”

Farra spooned something into a bowl, then placed the bowl on a large platter. She grabbed it and another, pulling them both to her hips as she carried them gingerly to the table. It wasn’t the first time Jake had seen her do this, nor the first time he’d eaten a Persian breakfast with her. But this younger, more comely version still felt like a stranger to him.

She placed the platters on the table and sat opposite him. There were sliced cucumbers and tomatoes, a stewed egg and tomato mixture, dates, feta, honey, jam, and a steaming bowl of what he knew to be a flavorful lentil porridge. The other plate bore nothing but hot, freshly baked flatbread.

“How long have you been up?” He asked, dumbly.

“A few hours,” Farra said, tearing off a chunk of bread to scoop up the tomato and eggs. “Even young again, I can’t shake being an early riser.”

Jake served himself a conservative portion of tomatoes and cucumbers, along with a respectful hunk of bread. His stomach was roiling too much for food to sound appealing.

“Farra…can we talk about last night?” He asked.

She put her knife down. She’d been in the process of smearing cheese and honey on her bread.

“Absolutely,” She said, folding her hands in her lap. “What would you like to talk about?”

A good question. Last night had been wrong, and potentially ruinous to an important relationship. And absolutely buckwild amazing, though that part, he struggled to remind himself, was secondary to the other points. Yet, how to broach any of it?

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he said simply.

“Why?” Farra asked. “Which part of it troubles you? That I’m your friend's mother? Our age difference? The circumstances? Or is it the ‘cheating’ that bothers you?”

Jake blinked. Her candor took him aback, though he supposed it shouldn’t have.

“I…yes. All of that.”

Farra sighed and pushed back her wild hair. Something about that hair, how it hung in uncomposed, frazzled waves around her, made her even sexier than she had been the night before.

Probably because he knew how she got that way. He shook his head, trying to clear it.

Farra folded her legs beneath her. She swallowed her food, and rose in her chair.

“Jake,” She said. “First, our age difference has been eliminated. Ethically one might argue that what we did last night was inappropriate, but who cares anymore? This entire situation is. We’re two grown ups who had fun.”

She began to tally off her points on her fingers.

“Ryan knows what this competition is. And I’ll handle her in any case,” She said. “Emily gave you a pass for the sake of the game, so beating yourself up on that account seems rather fruitless. And you know it needs to be done. Maybe not with all of us, but there’s no harm in grown adults taking their pleasure in a bad situation.”

“I know,” Jake said, interrupting her lecture. “But like…you’re Farra. It just feels wrong.”

“Does it feel wrong, or does it feel like it should be wrong?” She asked, reaching across the table to take both hands in hers.

He didn’t stop her. He wanted to be comforted, and she seemed to recognize it.

“What we enjoyed last night was special,” She said, squeezing his hands. “Why vex ourselves over something that’s so much fun?”

“But..didn’t you shoot your own dean over this shit?” He protested.

Farra’s hands shot back to her lap, her expression hardening.

“It’s not even a comparison!” She said, affronted. “Ratsinger fucked his own students. Ones that depended on his grades. There’s no power imbalance here. At least not on my end.”

On that account, Jake actually blushed.

“I’m sorry. That was…not a kind comparison.”

She seemed to relax then.

“No offense taken. I can at least see how you arrived at it.”

Jake shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I guess I got so fixated on our old relationship that I lost sight of what you all had to do.”

Farra shook her head.

“Not had to do, Jake. Wanted,” She corrected. “None of us wants to be here, but I think some of us are smart enough to accept that we have to deal with it now that we are.”

She met his gaze, and for the first time since the elevator doors opened, he saw the woman he’d known for so long.

“I’ve been given my youth back, and I intend to reclaim it,” She said. “So it’s time to decide. Are you going to shame us for taking charge of our new roles, and finding some peace and even fun in them? Or are you going to help us transition into this weird new life we have to share together.”

Jake rolled the question over in his head. It was loaded, but she wasn’t wrong.

“You’re right,” He said with a sigh. “I just hate this savior bullshit.”

“Then don’t be one,” Farra said gently. “Just be yourself, and have fun wherever you think you can live with yourself afterward.”

She spread her hands.

“And eat something, damnit,” She added with a wink. “I don’t know about you, but I worked up quite the appetite.”

*****

As the Farra in Jake’s suite gorged herself on breakfast, the one in her own room basked in victory. Yesterday had been fraught with landmines. She could have picked the wrong styles, or fumbled the job on Lindsey. She could have failed to seduce Jake, or been caught stealing Exe’s cheats. Worst of all, she could have biffed the landing the morning after and set Jake back at all their expenses.

Instead? A grand slam.

She nibbled a piece of toast, cozy in her bathrobe. But she almost dropped it when her room’s buzzer split the contented silence. She cursed in Farsi and stumbled her way to the door.

When Farra opened it, she gasped. The pretty woman standing in it was a stranger, yet so heart achingly familiar that Farra could have picked her out of any crowd. She brushed a strand of hair back nervously, yet stood tall for Farra’s inspection.

“Hey, Lady…” She greeted.