I paced up and down the length of my admittedly small room in nothing but my black pajamas bottoms. With the queen-size mattress in the center, I barely had enough room to walk around without bumping into something. But it wasn’t like I could afford much else, especially in New York City.
“You know I’m right.” The voice said, with more than a little smugness in his voice.
No, I don’t know anything. For all I know I can be developing dementia right now and you’re just some figment of my imagination.
“Bullshit. You can’t lie to me; I’m inside your head, Remember? Something happened to us last night, something neither of us can explain, and now you’re inside my body.”
You have that backwards, you’re in my body. I’m the one in control.
“No, you’re not. I’m in control. It’s my body, I’m the one controlling.”
Is that a fact? All right, prove it, then. If you’re in control, then move one of my arms.
“I think you mean my arms.” My right arm raised, and my middle finger and thumb came together and made a snapping sound. “See? I told you I was in control.”
That’s impossible. I lifted my left arm and re-created the snapping sound with my left arm. See, I did that. Not you— me. Luca Ardnt, the owner of this body.
“Say that all you like, but we both know that this is my body and you’re some type of weird mental parasite. I bet that chick from last night had something to do with it, maybe there’s something in that bullet she shot me with.”
You remember that too?
“Of course, I’m the one she shot. It would be pretty much impossible for me to forget.”
Then why do I remember getting shot too? Explain that, genius.
I/we sighed in unison and collapsed onto the bed.
“We’re getting nowhere.”
Tell me something I don’t know.
“Actually, that reminds me.” I stood up and walked over to my end table. I picked my phone up and checked the date. 8:47 AM, on Thursday, the 17th of May; less than a week until my twenty-third birthday. However, what had me hung up was what Nancy had told me earlier. I could’ve sworn she told me yesterday that she and her sister had a thing to do, and I remembered being disappointed because I’d planned to take out to launch at her favorite Vietnamese place to make up for the fact that I had to work on my birthday.
“This is going to sound weird, but yesterday was the 17th, right?”
I’m pretty sure it was. But I’ve been working night shift for so long, the days kind of blend together at this point.
“Same here, but that’s why I asked you. You’d think at least one of us would remember what the damn date was.”
So, you’ve accepted that this is my body?
“Fuck no, I still think you’re some type of alien that blonde chick injected into my brain. But if we share the same memories, like you claim we do, but I was hoping you would’ve remembered what yesterday’s date was.”
“Hey, babe?”
I turned around at the sound of my girlfriends voice and saw her adjusting her hearings while standing in the doorway. She was wearing a formfitting red sleeveless turtleneck, a black skirt that ended just above her knees, stockings, black high heels that somehow made her ass look perkier than it actually was. I loved those heels, but I could never convince her to wear them for me.
“Yeah?”
She looked me up and down, clearly appraising me. “I know you’re disappointed about me hanging out with my sister today. So, what do you say I make it up to you before I leave?”
I suddenly felt like I had too much saliva in my mouth, so I swallowed. Sex wasn’t something I was unaccustomed to. It was just rare for her to be so forward about it. Usually, I was the one suggesting we have sex, and she would usually go along with it, though more often than not lately, she would say no and give me some excuse about being too tired.
Now that I think about it, we haven’t had sex in over a month. Not since her birthday… In March.
“What—" I cleared my throat. “What did you have in mind? You’re looking a little too well dressed for anything serious.”
She moved her hand back and forth in the air and I got the message.
“No thanks.” I told her, not willing to accept the pity hand job for what was. I’d rather take care of myself than have to suffer the indignity of me panting into her ear while she scrolls through her phone.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever, don’t come whining to me later; saying that I didn’t try.” She left without another word or glance back. A few seconds later I could hear her rummaging around in the kitchen.
“See! That right there, we had that same conversation yesterday. Don’t tell me we didn’t.”
I wasn’t gonna. So, we had the same conversation yesterday, I’m sure it’s just a weird coincidence.
“Or— and hear me out here— there’s more going on here than just you hitching a ride in my body.”
Our body. And I think you’re just being paranoid. Next thing you’re gonna be telling me we traveled to some alternate dimension.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m thinking we time traveled.”
I scoffed out loud. Right, and I’m the one being ridiculous.
“It’s just a theory, but you have to admit, it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that we’ve experienced today. But if you don’t want to accept it, then let’s look for some more proof. If things play out like I remembered them, you have to admit that we time traveled and that you’re in my body.”
Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
Fine, whatever. But if I win this little bet of ours, you have to admit that this is my body.
“Deal. I’d shake on it, but you don’t have hands.” My right arm raised automatically, the movement was quickly followed by my left arm and my hands came together.
Jesus Christ… I really am losing my God damn mind. I just made a bet and shook on it; with myself. What kind of psychopath does that?
“The kind who isn’t actually crazy.”
Oh no, we’re definitely crazy. Besides, I’ve heard about schizophrenia before, and this fits several of the symptoms.
“If we have schizophrenia, then you’re the hallucination.”
That’s yet to be seen.
I laughed out loud. “You’re not wrong. Okay, well, if we really did time travel, then Nancy is about to come walking through that door, minus a shirt.”
I don’t remember this happening.
“Yet another piece of evidence that proves that you were not the original. Because she definitely comes back in here with her shirt off.”
Why?
“Something about the blender malfunctioning and spraying her. But that does lead to something else…”
An ear-piercing scream came from the kitchen, followed by the stomping of high-heeled feet a few moments later. Sure enough, Nancy entered the room without her turtleneck on. The lacy black bra she wore did very little to actually cover her breasts from my sight. Whatever she’d been making, it was obviously very cold judging by how direct her nipples were.
She gave me an annoyed look when she caught me staring, then she sighed and reached back and unclasped her bra, exposing her light brown nipples to the chili apartment air. “Fine, I suppose I do owe you one. But only a quickie, understand? I’m supposed to meet my sister in an hour.”
I nodded my head without a word.
“Come on, Tiger. Show me what you got.” The voice said.
What’s that supposed to mean?
“Come on, Tiger. Show me what you got.” Nancy intoned a moment later, as if she were merely repeating what the voice had said. She tossed her shirt and bra aside, then unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Leaving her in nothing but black heels, stockings, and a pair of lacy black panties.
I immediately felt my IQ drop several dozen points. Say what you will about Nancy’s personality, but even I knew I was dating far above my station. Each step she took caused her breasts to sway in hypnotic ways. They weren’t massive by any stretch of the imagination, but they were perky, supple, and filled my hands nicely.
I wrapped my arms around her small waist and pulled her against my body. I sunk my fingertips into the flesh of her ass and lightly squeezed.
She quirked an eyebrow and let out a low moan. “Someone’s excited.”
“It has been almost two months.”
“True. Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation?”
I growled low into her ear, then placed my lips against her neck. I opened my mouth and lightly nipped at her flesh.
I moved my hands down her thighs and lifted her off the ground, then turned around and dropped her on the bed. I situated myself so that I was between her legs, leaning over her. My pelvis pressed against hers, I felt her gently rocking her hips back and forth.
“She’s hornier than she let on.”
So am I.
I grabbed her wrists and pinning them above her head as I sunk my teeth into her neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. I felt her hiss into my ear, and I knew that I was on the right track.
I pressed my lips against hers. She briefly fought back, trying, and failing, to take over the dominant position. After several seconds, I pulled back and stared into her eyes. Then I went in for another kiss, this one was softer, more deliberate. Our lips moved in sync with one another, and soon so did our tongues.
I used my larger hand to grab both of her wrists while I moved my free hand down to cup her right breast. I massaged it gently… At first. Then I took the hardened nub in between my index finger and my thumb, and I gave it a few gentle tugs.
She moaned into my mouth, and I felt myself smiling. I trailed kisses down her face, her neck, into the valley of her breasts and then further south. I pushed my fingers beneath the fabric of her stockings and panties and lightly pulled them down, while being extra careful not to rip either one.
I’ve gotten yelled at more than once for that mistake.
I managed to successfully get them off, then I unceremoniously tossed them aside. I returned to my previous position of leaning over her, my pelvis pressed firmly against hers.
“If you’re going to do anything, I suggest you hurry up.” She whispered into my ear.
I followed her eyes to my bedside table, more specifically, to the alarm clock sitting on the table. More than ten minutes had passed since we started, and we hadn’t even gotten to the fun part yet.
“Are you sure? I- I don’t want to hurt you. Hang on, I think I have some lube in my—”
“If you get off of me, I’m leaving. Besides—” she wiggled her pelvis side to side. “This aggressive side of you has gotten me plenty wet.”
“But—”
“Oh, for crying out loud. Just fuck me already.”
“You heard her.”
I pushed my pajamas down, revealing the stiff thing that hung between my legs, and pushed it inside of her. I went slow, at first. Savoring each inch as it sunk deeper inside of her. Then, once I’d bottomed out. I reversed. I repeated this slow piston motion for a few seconds, each revolution coming faster and faster until I was pounding into her. The sound of our flesh slapping together became my sole focus, and it drowned out everything else.
Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back. She bit her lip, and in that moment, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I placed my lips on the side of her neck and lightly sucked the skin into my mouth while maintaining the piston motion. I rolled the flesh between my teeth; this elicited a throaty moan from Nancy. I move my hands down to cup her ass and held her there while I pumped in and out of her.
I felt myself edging closer, drawing ever closer to my climax. I started doing math inside my head in an attempt to distract myself, hoping that I can last just a little bit longer.
2×2 is four. 4×4 is sixteen. 8×8 is… Is… God dammit, what was it?
“Sixty-four.”
Thanks.
“Don’t mention it, seriously, ever. Why are you doing math anyway?”
It’s a distraction method; a way to last longer.
“Why do you need something like that? I don’t even feel like we’re close.”
I opened my eyes and realized; the voice was right. The precipice that I’d been climbing towards had started to wane. I renewed my efforts, desperate to get back the feeling that I’d lost. Nancy moaned in time beneath me, each one coinciding with a thrust that sheathed me inside her.
I kept going, and going, and going, until eventually my lungs seized up and I could no longer breathe. I stopped moving, my arms shaking as I tried to hold myself up. But after a few moments, even that seemed impossible.
I removed myself from her and almost fell off the bed in my attempt to reach the inhaler sitting on my nightstand.
“Figures.” I heard Nancy sigh. “And to think, I almost thought you were different person.”
I shoved my inhaler into my mouth and sprayed it into my mouth twice. This removes some of the tension in my lungs and allowed me to take a much-needed breath. I propped myself up against the wall and took slow, deep breaths until I was no longer seeing stars.
Nancy stood up, and I noticed that her legs were shaking so much I believed she would fall over. But she found her balance quickly and redressed, though I took particular pride in the fact that she was shaking as much as she was.
I’d never seen her that way before.
Nancy looked at the clock and then cursed under her breath. I followed her line of sight and spotted the clock again; 9:25 AM.
“Dammit, I’m going to be late.” She grabbed a fresh shirt from one of the drawers and pulled it over her head. It was a modest gray sweatshirt, much less ‘flattering’ that what she was wearing earlier. And I found myself smiling for an entirely different reason.
Nancy stomped out of the room and I let out a sigh of relief when I heard the front door slam a few moments later.
“Told you.”
Yeah. I let out another sigh. You told me, all right. That didn’t happen for me, so why the change?
“Who knows? Maybe you really did jump dimensions.”
I shrugged my shoulders, unable to come up with a plausible answer.
Once I’d regained my ability to breathe, I pulled on my clothes, which consisted of a pair of black cargo pants, an oversized sweatshirt with the words “Finish Him!” written across the front in big, bold letters, and the pair of black converses GoodMart required me to wear while I was working. They have the money to buy a second set of shoes at the moment, so this was all I had.
“We’re going to the library, aren’t we?”
Yeah, figured it be a good idea.
“No, I agree. I do have one question, though.”
What? I asked, already heading for the door.
“The library is fifteen blocks away, how do you propose we get there, seeing as Nancy took the car?”
I stopped walking with my hand already outstretched to grab the handle.
Fuck. We’re going to have to walk.
“Yeah, I was afraid you’d say that.”