Awkward coffee

Chapter 7: Awkward Morning Coffee

Sara wandered into the kitchen a few minutes later, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She stopped short when she saw the scene at the table. Jared (in Jay Z’s body) was sitting with his legs spread wide like a guy, short skirt hiked up high, one hand casually groping and squeezing one of Jay Z’s tits while he took another big bong rip. Smoke curled around him as he exhaled, then immediately lit a tobacco bowl and took a deep hit, coughing a bit as his borrowed breasts jiggled.

Jay Z-in-Jared’s-body was trying to sit normally but looked stiff and awkward in the bigger frame.

Sara raised an eyebrow. “You two are acting funny this morning. Everything okay?”

Jared grinned shamelessly in Jay Z’s voice, still fondling the breast. “Morning, babe. Just enjoying the day.”

Before Jay Z could answer, Sara smiled. “Well, I have a surprise. I booked a spa day for me, you Jay Z, and Mia. Massages, facials, the works. We’re all going in a couple hours.”

Jay Z-in-Jared’s-body froze, eyes widening. “Spa day? Here? I mean… that sounds great but I’ve got some stuff I need to handle at home today. Can’t really leave.”

Jared’s eyes lit up with excitement, still relentlessly pervy as he spread his legs wider under the table and rubbed Jay Z’s thigh. “Hell yeah, spa day sounds perfect. I’m in.”

Sara looked a little confused by their reactions but shrugged it off.

Mia soon wandered in, sleepy but smiling when she saw “Jay Z” at the table. She poured herself coffee and sat down right next to Jared. Under the table, her bare foot immediately slid over and started playing footsy with his smooth leg, slowly creeping higher up his thigh.

Jared didn’t miss a beat. He grinned and spread his legs even more, letting Mia’s foot brush against his panties. One hand stayed on his own tit, squeezing it openly while he took another hit from the bong. “Mmm, morning Mia. You sleep good?”

Mia blushed but kept playing footsy, her foot now boldly rubbing against his pussy through the thin fabric. Jay Z watched in silent horror from across the table while Sara sipped her coffee, oblivious.

Jared leaned back like a king in Jay Z’s slutty little outfit, relentlessly groping himself and enjoying Mia’s secret attention. The morning was getting dangerously awkward — and he was loving every perverted second of it.