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Chapter 18 by rewinlar

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What's the Risk in a Little Make Out?

"Ugh, I just want someone to kiss me." You think to yourself as you walk with Will towards the door. "What would be the harm if I kissed myself again, it already happened once tonight." The thought of making out with your old body made your pussy tingle slightly. There was something hot about taking advantage of this situation. The body you currently inhabited was a smoking hot woman in her prime - when was the next time you would have this opportunity? Not to mention it aroused your curiosity to think what it might be from the female perspective.

"Hey Will," you blurted in Molly's voice just as you and him exited the door. Your adrenaline was racing and you could feel your heart beating. "What if we went to your place instead? It would be fun to hang out."

Your old body turned to you, looking somewhat surprise. "Uhh sure," he said. "We can walk over there. Do you want to say goodbye to people?"

"Oh I'm sure they will be fine downtown. Who knows what they will remember tonight."

As you walk down the side walk away from the drunk college students piling into Ubers, you notice the chill in the air. A breeze wafts up your skirt and tickles your legs. You grab Will's arm and pull close to him, letting your boobs press against him.

While you walk the few blocks to your (or perhaps just his) apartment, you make random small talk about the people at the party. But you secretly wonder what he is thinking in this moment. You had wanted Molly so badly for so long, and now she would have been pressed up against you. It could only be exciting and terrifying at the same time.

You get into his studio apartment and both sit down on your small couch. He is babbling something, but you don't really care. You look at him and imagine what your new big blue eyes must look like to him. He still doesn't make the move, so you lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. He hesitates for a moment, before leaning into it. You can feel his hand on your waist. Coming up for air, you at him again, his pupils wide. 'Time for a little fun,' you think.

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