Go with it

Your sense of morality is eventually overridden by the **** you previously shared with Hannah, and her curvacious, lightly toned body.

She stands there, looking at the ground as she tries to quell her nerves as you suddenly take her shoulders. She looks up, surprised, as you plant your lips firmly onto hers, just as she did. Your tongues intertwine, and as you make out, you guide her backwards onto your bed.

Falling forwards, you land on Hannah, still attached to her face. Breaking your kiss in order to breath momentarily, you slip your hand up her shirt and grope her restrained breast, your fingers feeling the smooth texture of her push up bra. You bite her bottom lip as she starts to moan quietly, tugging it before letting go.

Your lips drop from her own to her neck, you nuzzle into her smooth skin and suck it.

The moonlight still cascades into the room through the window, illuminating the scene taking place on your bed. The two of you have stripped completely and now lay as an entanglement of two bodies, rich brown and pale white. Hannah takes you by surprise as she pushes you over and rolls on top of you, your breasts press together with her weight.

Rubbing your bodies as you make out, Hannah's fingers travel down your stomach to your crotch. She massages your moistening pussy with one finger, and your legs tremble in delight.

"Mm.. You seem ready." Hannah says, biting her lip.

"Go for it, love." You reply, your hair messily scattered over the pillow behind your head.

Hannah withdraws from you, sitting up on your legs. Her fingers work your clit, before she slips two inside of you. You bury your face into the pillow, clenching your teeth as your body tenses. Hannah knows just how to please you, most likely from experience. She said she'd never done this before, but she's unusually adept at it.

A while passes as you orgasm, letting out a muffled groan as your juices trickle down your inner thigh. You trade positions with Hannah and decide to deliver oral, sticking your head between her legs. As you lick her clit, she grabs your head, sitting up, and coaxes you.

"Mm.. fuck! Just like that.." Hannah moaned.

You guide the tip of your tongue to just above her asshole and then press it flat against her cunt, sliding upwards as you lick her entire labia at once.

You hear Hannah gasp and tense, before melting. You tease her clit more, until she finally cums, squirting all over your face.

Cleaning up her cunt with your lips, you kiss it one last time and then withdraw, wiping your face off.

"That was so good.." Hannah says, laying on her back, exhausted and drunk.

Standing, you'd found a towel and cleaned yourself off.

"So, wanna' head back to your place Jess? We can have another round in our real bodies." You suggest.

A look of confusion appears across Hannah's face, and as you see it, you frown.

"What are you talking about?" Hannah asks, sitting up.

"Jessica.. what do you mean, 'What are you talking about?'" You reply, your eyes widening.

Hannah couldn't possibly be herself.. right? You can't be wrong!

Suddenly, your phone rings from your pants pocket, laying on the floor by the window. Walking over to it, it's Jessica calling.

"Oh shit.." You whisper.

You're in a mess now, you've just had sex with the real Hannah Wellington in someone else's body. You can't answer your phone in Angelica's voice for Jessica to hear, but you can't take off the skin with Hannah still watching.

"You never even told me your name, what's all this about real bodies..?" Hannah perks up, you turn your head to see her standing behind you.

"I-It was a joke," You stutter, trying to come up with an excuse, "I was only kidding, Hannah."

Hannah folds her arms and sighs, before putting on her clothes. "Whatever, I'm gonna' get going now."

"Alright.." You reply, as you hear the bedroom door close.

"What a weirdo." You hear Hannah say to herself as she leaves.

"You slept with someone you thought was me?" Jessica says.

"Y-Yeah, I really thought she was you! I guess I was wrong." You say.

Jessica laughs out loud over the phone at you. "I guess that means I win! I went to the concert, but you obviously didn't check there."

"So what happens now that you win..?" You ask.

"Hmm.. I'll think of something. Come over tomorrow." She replies, chuckling evilly.

"Alrighty, babe. I gotta' go, sleepy as hell." You say.

"Bye David, goodnight!" She says.

The phone call ends with a blip, and you let your phone drop onto your chest, laying in your bedroom. You'd got home late after putting Angelica back in her bed, dressing her, then zapping her with the black pen. Your mother wasn't too concerned about your late night sneaking-in. You shut your eyes in the dark of your room and fall asleep quickly.

(Author: Dystrophia)