In the body…

Why do the most extraordinary things usually happen to absolutely unremarkable people? So the man lived and lived, and nothing happened. And then suddenly, once, something fell on him. This is how I lived for myself - the most ordinary guy of eighteen years old: average in studies, average in computers, average “beautifulness” and average preoccupation...

Many times, looking through all sorts of pictures and photographs, it is clear what the content was, I imagined myself with this or that girl. How I will caress her, kiss her, love her. And so, somehow a book fell into my hands, the main value of which was that it was written as an exclusively

women's manual on sex. And, what’s most interesting, this book was written by a woman who tried all this on herself and wrote about her feelings.

Long and entertaining evenings a la the “Skillful Hands” circle were provided for me. Masturbating, imagining how a blonde inserts a dildo into herself, and at the same time reading from a book something like: “...the feeling as if you are being torn apart from pleasure when you insert this twenty-five-centimeter giant into yourself...” - this is the highest thrill that I could count on in my life for the next week.

And so, on the very first evening, having read a lot about female masturbation and having thoroughly jerked off to this matter, I went to bed. It’s interesting what women experience during orgasm, I thought as I fell asleep. - The same as us, or not? After all, you won’t find out, but reading all sorts of nonsense... I wonder, does Olya masturbate? They say that girls like to masturbate even more than guys. True, sometimes they don’t do this, in the literal sense of the word, they just ride a bike with a hard seat or on a horse... Olka, I wonder, does he like riding a bike? I think so...

I imagine her on the bumps: “Yes! A! ABOUT!" Exciting. And she herself excites with her very appearance. And the ass - I just want to see what’s lower between these halves... I’d like to look... look... I’d like to: look: I’m already sleeping... And suddenly, I jump up from some strange sensation... as if my body is pressed tightly to my body... What time is it on the clock? Where's the clock?! Where am I?!! Damn, I’m in someone else’s bed... I’m sleeping, or something. I pinch my hand. No, I don’t think I’m sleeping... What else is this? Nails! Damn, this can't be true!

I'm in someone else's room, and I'm a woman! Holy shit! I wonder who I am? Well, at least the room is apparently completely mine... in the sense of it. I feel for the switch. Oh my! It really is a girl's room. And I... Where is the mirror? Here, on the wall... Who in the world is the cutest, and the most rosy, and the whitest? Fuck!!! I became Olka Kozhemyatina from our yard!!! How long will this last for me? I look in the mirror. Yes, smaller breasts without a bra... It's a pity that... What does "sorry" mean? I... I can take off this nightgown, and I’ll see... I’ll see Olya naked!!! I dreamed of seeing her breasts, but what would happen!!! Nonsense... I'm still dreaming. I touch mine... What do you mean, mine?! Crap! To the chest of Olya Kozhemyatina. Soft, elastic... I feel pleasant warmth from my hands... It’s only a pity that my palms are not my own...

I need to take off this nightie... God, how graceful is this reflection in the mirror! I lift my shirt up to my chest... Oh my!!! Olechka sleeps without panties!!! Wow!!! I need to take off my nightie completely... I’m already excited to the limit... Although, what does “excited” mean in my situation?! Yo!!! "Hello! I am Olya Kozhemyatina, and I get excited by my own reflection in the mirror...” If I tell anyone that this happened, they will laugh and call me a fagot. I imagine myself in a girl’s body... I take off my nightie. Wow! What tits! Breasts, that is. Small, but still the second size, or even a little larger... The nipples are like two pebbles...

I just read that they become hard when a girl gets excited... I see... We will follow the instructions. Who here wanted to know how women experience orgasm? To begin with, you need to take this mirror off the wall and put it on the bed... Yes, it’s a little heavy for this body... With difficulty I remove the mirror, put it on the bed and lean it against the back... And it’s so warm between my legs, and something tickles inside there... I feel like something hot is flowing from somewhere there. In heat... You can go crazy!

I take a smaller mirror from the table and sit on the bed opposite the large one. Legs are wider... Oh my!!! What a pussy! Such wet pussy lips, and small ones between them... Wow! I think I’m about to cum... No, I’m definitely going to cum! Ahh! Instinctively I put my hand on my pussy, just above where the clitoris is, and I slightly squeeze this place with my hand... I feel a buzz spreading throughout my whole body... Something flowed from my pussy straight onto my hand... A-ah! It seems that everything... I wildly want to reach for the sky.

I’m lying scattered around the bed... Good... I want to laugh... What a pussy... I’ve never seen her, and now I’m seeing and touching, and cumming... on her. Yes... A girl's orgasm is good only because it is long and terribly pleasant, but... there are no particularly acute sensations, like the pleasured feeling that your penis is about to suddenly discharge with another stream of sperm. And yet... How I liked cumming in a woman’s body! My hand is covered in this liquid... It smells exciting, even pleasant... I need to wash myself...

So how long is it? Half past eight... Stop. What about studies? If I am here in Olya’s body, then she is there at home in my body? At least she didn’t do something stupid... Now she’s probably looking at my household... I hope she’s smart enough not to go to university today... I need to call her... How come I didn’t think of it before! Call yourself home! And businesslike. There is a telephone here... How disgusting it is in the crotch!

We need to wash ourselves... No hygiene... We need to take care of Olechka’s body until... until we return back... if we return... Okay, away with bad thoughts... And here are the panties on the floor... I pick them up. They smell the same as my hand! So, Olechka is still masturbating! What a discovery! I definitely have to seduce her... later. In the meantime, the bathroom. Stupid heat... But still, masturbating is very pleasant... I put on a nightgown... My nipples stand out through the fabric... Oh-oh-oh... I'm excited again... Gee-gee-gee! excited!!!

I’ll go and wash myself. I carefully look out of the room... Is there anyone here?! No, I won't shout like that. I'm going to the bathroom. Not a soul. There are no signs of life. No one is home! Hooray! I go into the bathroom and take off my nightie... Phew! I turn on the water and set up the shower... I'll get into the bathroom... What legs I have! I close the curtain... The view of Olechka's breasts from top to bottom excites. And these nipples... So pink and hard. We need to caress them.

I begin to knead my nipples between my fingers. Yes... That's nice... I take the shower off the counter and water myself. I'm soaping myself... Oh, this skin... How soft Olechka's skin is (if you read from this point, you'll think that the guy imagines himself to be Olya's girlfriend, and besides, he also suffers from narcissism). When I reach the crotch, I feel something boiling there.

I soap my lips, between them... Ah! How good! There is a clitoris - I feel a small tubercle under my fingers, and nerve receptors send millions of signals of pleasure from it to the brain... Truly Olechka's clitoris... I have to sit down, standing awkwardly... I take a shower and sit on the bottom of the bathtub... I need to direct the shower to my pussy... Ah! A! A! A! Oh! What is this? Oh! O-o-o-o-a-a-a!!! Oh my!!! I think I'm screaming!!! Neighbors... ah! will hear... Oh!!! The streams hit the raw flesh of the labia minora, right on the small, barely visible clitoris. I can’t stand it and squeeze my pussy with my hand... I rub the clitoris... A-a-ah!!! This is an orgasm!!! Yes!!!

I’m breathing languidly, my stomach is tense, my nipples are like pebbles, liquid is flowing from my vagina in weak spurts... It’s so good... It’s like I had three orgasms in a row... Showering on my pussy... I wonder if Olechka can do that? Oh, I need to call her! Yo! I wash myself and jump out of the bath naked. Running is uncomfortable - women have a different center of gravity. I go into my room and close the door. That's it... Where is the phone... Here it is. I'm dialing my number. - Hello, this is mom. I can barely resist saying: “Hi, mom!” It’s still strange, Olya’s voice seems to sound from within. - Hello. Please invite Kirill. - He has already left. Should I give him something? - No, don't. Damn, Olya went to school! In my body! Catastrophe!!! Suddenly the doorbell rang. Damn, I'm not dressed, or rather, not dressed.

I'm looking for clothes in the closet. Skirt... faster... T-shirt... I need more panties... I don’t care until I interrupt. I run to open it. -Who's there? - Kirill, open up! Oh my! Olechka! I mean, me. I open the door... That's right, me. Olechka enters the hallway. My jeans, my sweater, my face... - I'm so glad you didn't go! - I said, closing the door behind her. - What is this? Why did we change? - I don’t know... - Just, some kind of movie... You didn’t touch anything here? Didn't you see anyone? - I don’t. How are you and my mother? - We got along. It's okay, she didn't notice anything.

Olya took off her sneakers and carefully placed them in the corner... Oh, these girls are for me! “Let's go to my room,” she said. Entering her room, Olya sat down on a chair. She moved as uncertainly as I did. - Why did you take off the mirror? What are you... - Olya, I mean... in short, my face turned red. I didn't even know it could turn so red. - Were you looking at me? Have you looked at my body?

- There was no point in sleeping without panties... I was changing clothes, and there it was! She probably spent an hour studying my household chores in the bathroom? My face, which now belonged to Olya, turned even redder. Right to the point. - Jerk off, huh? “You yourself probably conducted experiments on my body here!” Didn't you at least stick anything in me? - Your virginity is intact, don’t be afraid... - Well, so how? - What? — All your life, you’ve probably dreamed of touching a girl’s pussy? Are you satisfied? Like? - Olya got really excited - Or maybe I liked it... So what? At least the orgasm in my body is better than in yours! In my opinion, it was too much... - Yes, you just don’t know how to treat a girl!

You’re a virgin, you don’t know how to caress... caress a girl... Olya’s voice suddenly died down. - And you, I suppose, are a virtuoso blow job! You know how to jerk off a dick better than your own pussy! “Shut up, please...” the girl suddenly said seriously. For some reason, Olya’s tone moved me, and I stopped arguing. - What's happened? — What were you thinking about last night before you fell asleep? - What do you care? - Necessary. Well, don't sulk, damn it. Kirill, you and I are both in stupid situations right now... Let's look for a way out... - Okay. - So, what were you thinking? - Well, let's talk about you? And what? “I see...” Olya smiled contemptuously.

— And also? - About the book... It's about sex, through the eyes of a woman... about female masturbation... I tried to imagine how it was for you. Now Olya’s smile turned bitter. - You can’t even imagine how you and I ended up... - What? - You see... I was thinking about the same thing last night... About how it is with men, and... and about you... This is the number. And what of this now... Like in that film, we have to sleep with each other in different... And what? This is an idea! - So what should we do now? - I don’t know... I think that since we thought about each other, then... - Should we sleep with each other? So? She just reads my thoughts! Although this would not surprise me anymore. - I think so. - I guess I agree to this option... Only if we return... And if you don’t tell anyone later.

— Am I an idiot or something... Only: you’re still a virgin, aren’t you? “You’ll have to give up your principles for such a cause.” Moreover, you are in my body... it will hurt you. - You know... Then I don’t care... The body is yours - do what you want. I personally don't mind. - Well, that’s great. Let's get this over with and forget about it. - Right now? - Right now. How determined! Well, come on, come on.

— I’m ready,” I said and lifted Olya’s skirt from her hips. “You’re not even wearing panties!” - She exclaimed indignantly. - Great! Olya unzipped her fly and pulled out her, that is, my, penis from her panties. “Cancer,” I said. - What?! - Olya asked. - You're behind. There's less pain this way. - Let's... warm up first. How businesslike! It's funny. I agree: - Come on. I sat on the edge of the bed and began to rub my pussy and clitoris, and Olya began to jerk off “my” penis. “Like a board,” she said after half a minute.

I turn my head to the mirror and see how I have Olechka spread out on the sofa in a doggy style pose. This sight gives me an electric shock. Somewhere in the perineum area a thermonuclear reaction begins. In the mirror Olechka twitches convulsively, and behind her I grind my teeth, pressing tightly against her butt. A-a-a-a-ah!!! Yes!!! (Deeper! Deeper! Come on!) Ten to fifteen seconds of high pass like several minutes. All!!! Beauty!!! I felt that Olya also came behind me. Now, in theory, we should be transported back...

* * * “I’m already finished,” I said. “Me too, but it seems we still haven’t changed,” Kirill in my body tilted his head to the side. After a violent orgasm, not like my usual one during my frequent activities, the feeling was as if the lower part of your body had been cut off, or rather the place where the penis and scrotum were had been snatched out of it. Well, I got it! Find yourself in a guy's body!

At the same time, he also saw my body. I sat here with a mirror and looked at my pussy. Actually, I’m good too, but he doesn’t care about that! But I don't. What will he then tell his friends about me? That he saw me somewhere, or that I gave him... If this “later”, of course, even happens. - So what should we do now? - I asked. - Rhetorical question. “I don’t know,” Kirill in my body turned over and sat down on the bed, spreading his legs wide like a boy and resting his elbows on his knees. It seems that his own nakedness, even though he was in my body, has ceased to embarrass him. “Let’s say this is forever,” he said. “Then we’ll probably have to live “as usual.”

I will live your life, and you will live mine. - We will have to “make friends” so that the parents do not have any suspicions. In the evening we will tell each other how we spent the day and think for each other. - Yeah. And then we'll have to get married. I personally simply cannot sleep with someone of my real gender. I'm already ready to puke. “Yes, apparently that’s what we’ll have to do... Listen,” I said. - Maybe then join the ranks of non-traditionally sexually oriented people? - Eh, no! No big deal! So that later, well, when we return to our bodies, I would feel... well, in general, unpleasant to say the least.

Imagine the picture: I’m walking down the street, looking all normal, with a girl next to me, and suddenly some painted fagot runs up to me and starts throwing scenes of jealous hysteria at me. I don’t know why, but I suddenly started laughing. Something between hysteria and simple giggling. In addition, I imagined how some skinny beauty was throwing scenes of jealousy at me, proving that just yesterday I was with her and confessed my eternal love to her. This made me laugh even harder, with a completely alien male laugh, and then I was surprised to hear my own next to me. It was Kirill who was laughing, having contracted this strange laugh from me.

There probably wasn’t anything dumber and more stupid than this strange hysteria in the world: a half-naked teenager with the manners of a girl and the same half-naked girl sitting on the sofa like a boy, laughed like crazy, alone in a closed room with the curtains drawn tightly. “We need to go wash,” Kirill said, having caught his breath, when the sudden fit of laughter ended just as abruptly and suddenly. “It’s so disgusting between my legs... And there’s always something missing,” he smiled.

— But I got something extra,” I said in response and also smiled. - By the way, if you go to wash, there is a special liquid soap for: well, you understand. - Yes, but I’d rather give in to the lady. I smiled involuntarily. - Well, then, let's go together. - Went. Having taken off what was left of our clothes, we went out into the corridor together and went to the bathroom.

Having entered first, I quickly set up the shower and stood under the elastic jets. Kirill climbed in awkwardly after me. For a few minutes we just stood in line under the shower, then I started soaping up. To be honest, it was terrible. Soap, which is usually “obedient” in all my usual bath procedures, now, in spite of everything, jumped out of my hands every ten seconds. And besides, I didn’t know which way to approach the hygienic procedures associated with “housekeeping”.

In the end, Kirill, directing my actions, nevertheless ensured that the penis was completely cleaned of the remnants of lubricant and sperm. Moreover, it took a lot of effort on my part not to get excited, since the washing process greatly stimulated not only my imagination, but also my nerve endings. Then Kirill got into the shower. It took him incomparably less time to soap “my” body than it took me to soap “his.” But despite this, the same problems arose with washing particularly intimate parts.

I wonder what he sees? Wet from the water, a thin and long naked guy with a semi-erect penis, who would have already started jerking off to the same naked girl standing next to him if he had been attracted to her... To her, and not to himself... Although, it’s me. Since when did I start to feel attracted to Kirill? Although, of course, yes... What's the point of hiding my secret thoughts from myself: the sight of a half-naked or naked man did not cause me anything but laughter until I was ten years old, and then...

It became interesting, something began to tingle in my chest from the mysterious understatement of the “lump” in tight beach swimming trunks. The first feeling of warm moisture coming out from somewhere “out there” is smeared on the inside of the panties, making their friction against the lips swollen with excitement even more painful and pleasant. I think the first time was in the evening, at a children's camp, when I was eleven. On the beach, the senior squad argued about something, and the loser had to run from the place where he was standing to the water without swimming trunks, and only in the water was he allowed to wear them.

Ничего особенного: парень чуть младше Кирилла пробежался голым по пляжу. Но вечером, когда я это вспомнила, и вся таинственность, которая была в купальных плавках, открылась ещё более таинственным видом члена, болтающегося в зарослях чёрных лобковых волос, как сдутый воздушный шарик, наполненный водой, у меня вдруг холодок пробежал по груди.

И первый раз я ощутила приятную негу и истому, исходящую, словно землетрясение из эпицентра, откуда-то снизу живота, из места которое запрещалось трогать, но нужно было тщательно хотя бы раз в два дня мыть. Я не решилась в тот первый раз, как, впрочем, не решилась и во второй, и в третий… Пока однажды это не произошло со мной в постели дома, сразу после душа. Истома была настолько сладостной, настолько зовущей почесать, потереть, будто комаром укушенное место, что я не сдержалась. «Руки чистые, там тоже чисто. Наверное, ничего плохого не будет…» — думала я, засовывая ладонь под трусики…

Как было это приятно в тот первый раз, когда непонятно ещё, что откроет для тебя следующее движение пальцев по скользкой от смазки, упругой податливости возбуждённой расщелины. И удивление, восторг от первого оргазма, когда я впервые, чуть сдавив ладонью верх половых губ, тихо постанывала, ощущая как волны наслаждения ползут от пульсирующей вагины по всему телу, обволакивая его, завлекая в теплоту и глубину чего-то непонятного. А потом небольшое разочарование тем, что всё так быстро закончилось, что прошло всего секунд десять-пятнадцать, и уже не ощущаешь ничего, кроме слабой тянущей боли, как будто мышцу потянула, и липкой влаги на половых губах и трусиках.

Я тогда сразу побежала в ванную и подмылась… Я очень испугалась, но прошло несколько дней, и всё было в порядке, я не заболела и не умерла, и тогда, я стала «делать себе хорошо» каждый день, поначалу даже несколько раз в день. Часами не выныривая из постоянного наслаждения, я мастурбировала до тех пор, пока не появлялась тянущая боль, а потом стала игнорировать и её… А дальше… Дальше пришли знания, ответы на вопросы, даже на те, которых я ещё не задала.

Украдкой, я брила папиным станком волосы на письке и лобке, как это советовалось в одной книге (первый раз экспериментировала над своей рукой, сбривая маленькие светлые волоски), пользовалась тонкими прокладками даже тогда, когда это было не нужно, просто что бы можно было, мастурбируя, не бегать каждый раз в ванную, вечерами просиживала у старенького компьютера, читая эротические или даже порнографические тексты, и рассматривая немногие, доставшиеся мне разными путями, фотографии голых возбуждённых мужчин.

И вот так дожила до того момента, когда стала не просто абстрактно думать о половых отношениях, а мечтать о них, представляя себя вместо героини какой-нибудь эротической повести, а понравившегося мне парня, в образе его — одного, единственного, нежного и ласкового. Этакого эро-принца… А вчера, когда я ещё была в своём теле, вечером я лежала на своей кровати и ласкала себя, представляя его со мной. Кого его? Я даже не знала, просто собирательный образ.

А потом представила Кирилла, и довела себя до оргазма… Скинула с себя промокшие от течки трусики и уснула… И проснулась в паре километрах от дома, в чужой квартире, в теле парня. Не могла поверить, но это было так. Потом: ванная, я стою возле зеркала, сжимая в ладони член с обнажённой и матово-блестящей, сиреневой головкой, налитой кровью. Кончаю, резко и быстро, остро ощущая, как внизу живота и в мошонке становиться всё легче, и кружится от избытка эмоций голова… И так три раза… За полчаса. До ноющей боли, до чувства, что член сейчас отвалится, как хвост от тела ящерицы. А вот сейчас стою напротив себя самой и думаю, что же меня сдерживает перед этим человеком, что мешает казаться такой, какая я есть? И главное, зачем?

* * * — Ты хочешь? — спросил мой голос со стороны. - Yes. Но надо уже выходить. — Нет, подожди… — голос прозвучал просяще. Я повернулся. Оля, то есть я, стоит совсем рядом, и возбуждённый член как палка смотрит прямо в живот. Мне показалось, что я понял всё без слов, только странно это было. Я обнял её, и аккуратно, чуть давя, но и поддерживая, прижал к стене.

Она улыбнулась и одними губами прошептала: «Давай.» Я поцеловал её, неумело, но долго, ощущая чуть солёные растрескавшиеся, и вдруг ставшие нежными губы. А когда я открыл глаза, передо мной уже стояла Оля. Обнажённая, с мокрыми спутавшимися волосами, закрывшая глаза Оля. Не знаю, что меня толкнуло, но я вдруг сказал: — Привет. Оля открыла глаза.

Она ещё ничего не поняла. - Hello. Oh! Мы вернулись! Hooray! — Она радостно подпрыгнула, оперевшись на мои плечи, и я чуть не поскользнулся. — Ты что, не рад? - Why? Рад, даже очень… Вдруг опротивело всё это. «Оденусь и уйду», — подумал я. Объяснения, просьбы никому не говорить, забыть, но при этом звонить, советоваться, если что, быть друзьями, наверное.

Я уже собрался было, отодвинув штору, вылезти из ванной, но Оля вдруг сказала: — Постой. Ты, что… подумал? Голос Оли снова прозвучал для меня, как будто самый нежный и самый близкий, и я вдруг устыдился своих трусливых мыслей. «Решил убежать, — пронеслось в голове. — Балбес, уж лучше так, чем забыть…

» Мне вдруг захотелось соврать, что ничего я не подумал, что всё хорошо, но, вместо этого, я только тихо ответил: — Да… — Дурак… — сказала Оля, и я почему-то почувствовал, что она улыбается. В недоумении я обернулся. — Мне теперь больше никто не нужен, кроме тебя… — тихо, как будто признавая свою вину, сказал девушка.

Обнажённая, мокрая: небольшие груди, ровный животик, чуть вздувающийся у лобка, тонкие руки и прямые узкие плечи, — мечта и счастье в одной девушке, но только для одного. И, услышав её голос, я вдруг поверил, что для меня. А Оля внезапно просто улыбнулась и одними губами прошептала: «Давай…» И полный радостного, распирающего грудь и то, что называется душой, чувства, я обнял её, и аккуратно, чуть давя, но и поддерживая, прижал к стене…