Taylor

Your thumb continues to trace little circles around Taylor's nipple, and you find your restraint coming into question. Your fingers flex a little every now and then, gently squeezing at the whole of her breast. The new you has very familiar memories of his body, your original self is shocked and excited at the liberties you can take. It astounds the old you that not only is Taylor behaving, that she is welcoming your molestation, but that you have these new memories of more. You know what her skin tastes like, know what her kiss feels like, know what her moans sound like.

But it's not enough. At this point where your two existences intersect, you want the experience. You want to vent the feelings of the old you through the power of the new you.

Your thumb and finger pinch brazenly down on Taylor's nipple, you feel her squirm and hear the suppressed noise that she makes. You're pretty sure it hurt, but she only puffs her chest out more for you.

You'll be back at the school soon, and it won't be long until the two of you are alone.