Meilyn wants to know how did I end up in this stranger's body.

After closing her mouth and making quite a comical face, Meilyn suddenly starts coughing.
Did she just try to swallow the cum that went into her mouth or am I imagining things?

Whatever it is, I can't help but feel both very guilty and alarmed, so I immediately crouch down and clumsily try to wipe off the exaggerated ammount of semen covering her chin and chest with my tracksuit pants, which were lying on the floor.

"S-Sorry, I am so so-oh!" I slightly recule the moment I feel the tip of Devon's large black dick, which hasn't gone softer in the slightest, accidentally rubbing against the girl's exposed thighs. "Sorry again! I didn't mean to..."

"cough... stop... cough, cough... apologizing... cough... you idiot..." She tells me between coughs with obvious difficulty.

"Sorry..." I can't help but say once again while my borrowed hand rubs her back.

"...cough...... h-how?" Meilyn wipes off her mouth while glancing at me. Then she repeats with a clearer voice. "...How?!"

I blink a few times, confused. "How... what?"

The girl now looks at me straight in the eyes with an intensity that catches me by surprise.

"H-How... everything!!" She points at me with an extended finger, as if she was accusing me of a crime. "How did this happen?!"

I think I'm beginning to understand where she is going at. But why does she sound almost like she is about to freak out? She seemed rather composed when she was grabbing my borrowed manhood.

"This!" She almost yells while pointing at my(Devon's) unfamiliar face. "And, this!!" She points at my oversized black cock. "And... everything!! You're Mark, right?! You're the old chubby white man who lives next to me! But now you're like... like..." She almost chokes on her own words. Then she asks again. "How?!"

I frown for a moment at her words. Did she just call me old? I'm only 39, you know?

"...How did you figure out?" I ask her back instead of answering.

"Are you kidding?" She snaps at me while angrily crossing her arms. "There is not a single black guy in the planet who talks like you! And if there is, I can't picture him dressing as bad as you do."

I physically recule at her words, which feel no different than being hit by a blunt weapon. Ouch.

"Then there is also that magical miracle you displayed, the way you handled things in general and... and especially..." She hesitates for a moment, her tone and posture losing a bit of confidence. "...How you seemed to know so much about me, almost as if you had been my neighbor for years instead of days like you claimed. Like... there is no way Mark, I mean, you, would be the kind to gossip about his neighbor's private matters to anyone, not even his 'cousin'."

I swallow saliva. There is a hint of something in Meilyn's voice, in the way she said the last part, that touches me deeply.

"But... how do you know that?" I ask in a low voice, feeling genuinelly curious. It's not like she knows much about me, right? After all, we've never had any of those talks, and our rare exchanges rarely went longer than two minutes.

"Well, I mean... I just know it, okay?" Meilyn retorts, clearly embarrassed. "Even though I've always been a shitty neighbor who constantly brought lowlifes next to your door, you never said a bad word to me or acted as if I was a nuisance, which I clearly was! Instead, every time we talked you were always so nice and welcoming... T-There was even that time when an ex-boyfriend broke one of the windows from the hallway, which you cleaned all by yourself and even helped me get through the building's insurance so I didn't have to pay, which I really couldn't pay it because I was completely broke, and..." Meilyn lets out a long sigh, releasing the tension in her chest. "...At some point, I was so ashamed of myself that I couldn't even look at you in the face. So far, I've been nothing but trouble. The worst kind of neighbor anyone can have."

I stare at her dumbfounded. This beautiful girl, Meilyn Banks, was too ashamed to face me? This feels so... alien. Like it goes against the natural order of things where the old fat and introverted Mark should be the one avoiding the females judgmental eyes. Not the opposite.

When Meilyn notices my stupefied expression, she coughs for a moment and raises her chin. Her pretty voice returns to a more comfortable, casual tone.

"And going back to what we were talking, there is also that ridiculous story about you, I mean this... 'Devon persona' being your cousin after you married his sister or whatever." She snorts in a rather offensive way. "I was like 'yeah, sure, and you expect me to believe that, do you?'"

"...What's so weird about me getting married?" I ask, not very pleased at her tone.

"Uh... I don't know, but... there should've been signals, you see? Signals about you becoming a bit... less single, if you get the memo."

"I totally don't get 'the memo'."

Meilyn rubs her lower lip with one thumb while placing the other hand on the hip. She seems deep in thought.

"I don't know how to put this in a way that doesn't sound too offensive, Mark." She says while shrugging her thin shoulders in an apologetic way. "But you are, or 'were' a guy whose whole life, looks, demeanor and even the deodorant you used screamed the word 'single' all the way."

I cross my dark-skinned arms while puffing.

"Okay, now that sounds way too-"

But before I even finish my phrase, Meilyn suddenly turns her head with a loud chuckle.

"Wha-... Why are you...?" I ask, confused at her laugh.

"S-Sorry, sorry!" Meilyn turns back to me with a stupefied expression. "It's just that this is so weird! I mean talking to you like... like this! With this black dude's face instead of... well, yours! Mark's!" She can't help but chuckle once again. "Not to mention this scary thing down there." She adds pointing down at Devon's exposed crotch, where his oversized black rod still stands proudly amidst a circle of drenched pubic hair and dried-up sweat. "Couldn't you like... cover it up or something while we... talk? I-It's not like I dislike it o-or anything! But still..."

I immediately cover the upper part of the thumping shaft with my t-shirt and push the hot meat against me with both hands, doing my best to hide it.

"...Sorry." I apologize.

Meilyn just sighs while rubbing her arm.

"I told you to stop apologizing, idiot..."

She swallows saliva and stares at my crotch once again. But there is a shift on her posture, on the way her cheeks blush and her eyes flicker.

"Is this impressive thing... the reason you look like this?"

"...Huh?"

Is she asking if the reason I possessed Devon's body was because he had this stupidly huge dick and I wanted it for myself?

"What?! No!" I exclaim, almost offended. "Of course not! It all happened by accident!"

"...Is that so?" Meilyn asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I swear on my deceased mother." I say, extremely serious.

However, my face somehow makes the girl laugh.

"You don't need to be so stern, of course I believe you!"

After a brief pause, Meilyn suddenly nods and then crawls up to me. The next moment, we're sitting on the floor parallel to each other with our backs leaning against the couch. She has her whole body comfortably pressed against mine, with her soft pale thighs rubbing against Devon's black legs creating a beautiful contrast. She feels so warm and welcoming. Never in my adult life did I hope that there would be a woman willing to bring down all the barriers sepparating us in order to just be with me, body against body, enjoying each other's touch, sharing each other's warmth and taking on each other's scent without a sign of rejection or discomfort.

She looks at me from this position. Even though there is a slight blush on her cheeks, there is no sign of embarassment in her determined expression, almost as if she is telling me 'from now on, this is the place where I belong. So go on, you can tell me your story'.

I swallow saliva while appreciating for the first time the dark tone of Devon's skin, which is very useful at hiding my intense blush. If this was my original body, my face would be red as a ripe tomato.
Yeah, this is the moment where I should tell her what happened to me. But...

She is so close... and those soft lips look so welcoming...

Instead of talking, I lean to my right, controlling Devon's body until his big puffy lips close against Meilyn's mouth.
The girl inhales air very suddenly and her shoulders shake for a moment, she's clearly taken by surprise. However, after I hug her and the initial pressure has settled down, she calms down and hugs me back, opening her own lips and welcoming Devon's abnormally long tongue into her eager mouth.

I'm not a good kisser. In fact, I've never kissed a girl before. And the only information my brain possesses has been substracted from a lifetime of watching porn.
Therefore, I clumsily treat Meilyn's delicious mouth as a free playground, making an absolute soapy mess with my long tongue, my saliva freely mixing with hers.
However, being it by sheer luck or because I'm actually doing a good job on it, Meilyn moans. And I can feel the delicious vibration of that feminine sound surging from her throat and vibrating through my mouth.
That does something to me, to my confidence, to this body's impulses. My head gets cloudy, my crotch gets ticklish, the pressure down there becoming almost unbearable.
Before I know, I'm pushing the girl against the floor, with my mouth so firmly pressed against hers that it almost looks like I'm devouring her face.

All of a sudden, I feel two tiny hands pushing against my chest, and I snap back to reality.

"Pfuah!" Our lips sepparate from each other in a splash of drool. "...hahh... haahhh..."

"W-Woah..." Meilyn's voice sounds weak, her expression is that of pure surprise.

"S-... Sorry again..." I say, apologetically.

"That was... woah..." Her voice sounds weak, perplexed.

"I-I should've controlled myself, sorry..."

"For the third time: stop apologizing, you big idiot." She corrects me with a breathless voice. And this time, she is not looking at my eyes.

I follow her line of vision to the point where Devon's painfully hard dong is leaning against her pants, with its whole length overlapping against the petite girl's crotch. It is scary to see how the tip reaches well past her bellybutton, coming a few inches short from her chest, where I can clearly see the shape of Meilyn's small breasts of perky nipples waving up and down following the rythm of her agitated breathing.

"M-Mark..." She says with a gasp. "I..."