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A Meeting of Minds Ch. 04

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'Tuesday afternoon

I'm just beginning to see

Now I'm on my way

It doesn't matter to me

Chasing the clouds away.'

Charley smiled, how appropriate. The Moody Blues 'Tuesday Afternoon' on the car radio. It was indeed a Tuesday afternoon and to say that he was looking forward to the evening would be an understatement. He was looking forward to being with Jackie and having sex, not separately but together.

A knock on her door. How long ago it seemed since he had first done that bringing her bag back to her and momentarily swopping bodies.

"Charley, come on in!" She was not just dressed in work clothes or any old clothes, but rather a nice dress with a quite low-cut front. It was meant to please the male of the species - and did. Charley too had taken trouble with himself, had showered and washed his hair and put on a new shirt and jeans. Jackie kissed him, and a glass of wine was thrust into his hand.

"Well," said Charley.

"I don't think a mechanical copulation will do any good, it's got to be one where both parties are fully aroused."

"I can't, unless aroused, Jackie, can I?"

"No, I know, Silly, but I meant we both need to be really aroused not just going through the motions, not just me lying back and you doing it as if you were simply, um, servicing me."

Charley did not really think it could be like that. His interest in Jackie's body had grown and grown. "You're too nice, too pretty, too attractive for me just to feel like that. I'm already half hard at the thought."

"Seduce me, then."

"Oh."

"Arouse me," she breathed.

Whether Charley's 'technique' for seduction was any good was not put to the test. There was rather more than a role reversal for, no sooner has Jackie said 'arouse me' in rather a husky and sexy way, than Charley found himself looking at himself. They had swopped right there and then in Jackie's lounge. It was Jackie who raised his arms and placed them on what had been her shoulders and drew the two together. It was his own lips that brushed against the ones he could feel and then Charley was being kissed. They were male lips on his own, a male tongue pushing into his mouth but, rather importantly, they were his lips and tongue. He could not sensibly object to that. Charley gave himself up to the moment, closed his eyes and responded.

Charley did not have to think but was being shown exactly what Jackie thought was the right technique for her. Slow, with a lot of kissing and gentle caresses. She seemed particularly to like her hair being stroked, a little like a cat.

It was more than a little strange to feel his breast being cupped and see his hand upon Jackie's left breast and feeling just how good having one's feminine breast cupped and fondled was - and then the hand slipped inside his brassiere, as he was pulled onto the settee. All somewhat confusing but, there again, swopping bodies is likely to be confusing.

So different, so unlike his usual experience. Not the hardening of his penis in his trousers but instead a growing wetness in his knickers and, yes, the feeling of his clitoris doing the hardening, and not just where it poked out, but inside his body. As Jackie, with his hands, delved - and delved very well (she did, after all, know what her body liked) Charley responded both in arousal and with his feminine hands. He roamed inside his shirt, stroking his own little nipples.

Such a feeling of excitement as Jackie placed one of his hands upon her thigh and let his fingers slowly creep under the hem of the dress. Charley had, like most men, enjoyed the excitement of slowly sliding a hand up a girl's skirt or dress, wondering whether he would be allowed to reach the 'goal' or be stopped half way, or even before. But this time he felt what the girl felt, the excitement of those approaching fingers and then the touch of a finger to the thin material of knickers.

The first touch made him gasp, "Oh yes, go on, Jackie, so nice."

But with Jackie taking the first few steps to exploring her own sex with his fingers came rather the crunch time for Charley. He needed to do the same with Jackie's fingers to his own cock. He left it a little longer, with the hope they might simply swop back to their own bodies but, as Jackie slipped the knickers from his borrowed body and knelt to kiss him between the legs, he knew he was going to have to bite the bullet. Well, not so much bite as suck...

He let Jackie perform cunnilingus. Such a feeling! Her wandering tongue was not exactly torture: indeed, rather the opposite, but she did know just what to do. Sweet torture, perhaps.

Her face, or rather his face, was wet. Charley had no compunction about tasting that from his lips, but it was now his turn. He encouraged Jackie to her (or rather, his) feet and began to undo the belt of his jeans. He had done that belt up not even an hour before but that had been with his own hands, not Jackie's. As he undid the brass button and lowered the brass zipper of his jeans he was not unhappy with the size of the bulge in his best spotted boxer shorts before him. It was, a different perspective on his own cock and it did look respectable in size, which was pleasing. How many times had he felt within his fly for his own cock, quite a few times every day, 356 days a year, but never without feeling what he was touching from within. This time there was no sensation just the feel of his so familiar penis. He brought it out.

All men, probably, at one time or other wish they could suck their own cock. In adolescence or later, wanting to know what it would feel like to have a girl do that, perhaps to feel what a warm and wet orifice would feel like around their cock. But few can achieve auto fellation. Charley had neither been supple nor long enough to self-suck. Even with his legs up against his bedroom wall and then using the wall to push his bottom, with himself doubled up as far as he could go, the swollen bell-end had remained inches from his tongue let alone his lips. Now, though, his penis, swollen and leaking a little, was there in front of him inches from his face. The foreskin drawn back and the fraenum taut. His penis, his foreskin, his knob.

"Go on, suck Charley, I want to feel my cock - your cock - in your mouth. I want to feel that. Go on, it's a nice cock. I like your cock, Charley. It does feel awfully swollen."

He had worried about sucking Kieran's cock, had managed to avoid that, but now it was his own he was going to suck. There was a world of difference. Not another man's cock but his own cock. Quite, quite different. Could he have reached he would have done it years before - he knew he would have done.

Charley opened Jackie's mouth and leant forward.

It was, perhaps, bigger in his mouth than he had expected. Bigger, even though it was his own so familiar cock in his mouth but unlike the unrealised past hope of auto-fellation, he could not feel the touch of Jackie's warm mouth upon his cock: that was for her to feel. Bulbous, soft but hard; he could feel with Jackie's lips and tongue the organ he had felt so often with his own hand; and, of course, he took more of it into Jackie's mouth, both intrigued and fascinated by what he was doing to himself. It was an opportunity not given to many men. He rocked his mouth backwards and forwards along his cock knowing how much he would like that and, therefore, how much Jackie would enjoy the feelings.

He even removed his mouth and licked up the whole shaft from balls to penis, sort of just to see how far it was! He knew of course, but it was something he liked girls to do and, for a few moments, he was a girl. Should he feel what a spurting cock was like in his mouth - importantly his own cock ejaculating not some other man's - what would that really be like? It was tempting. He mouthed one of his balls, again to feel what that was like. He was gentle. He knew from painful experience just how delicate they were, and it would not be at all kind to let Jackie feel just what a squeezed teste felt like.

He was playing with himself as he fellated Jackie. His fingers were flicking away at his clit, taking great pleasure from the sensations and from that came a great desire to be, well, fucked.

"Fuck me, Jackie.

She pushed him back onto the bed, arranged him with thighs spread and open before undressing. Jackie loomed over him with his cock standing strongly to attention at her front. He was pleased to observe both it and his body did not look too bad. It seemed almost to Charley like he was the blushing bride on her wedding night confronted by the reality of the male organ for the first time. He had felt Kieran at work within Jackie before but had not had this, the male 'rampant' approaching with a view to penetration. Charley had not, of course, been fucked before - most certainly not by some male friend in his bottom. Normally, of course, he had no fuckable orifice twixt anus and scrotum, his own body's perineum was unbroken. But he was not like that, not in Jackie's body, his perineum was awash with Jackie's sexual lubrication, he could feel how engorged her lips were, how hard her clit was and how ready for copulation her body felt.

"Fuck me, Jackie.

And she did. She took him still in the dress, it rucked up around his waist, breasts out at the top.. He still part dressed but Jackie, in his body, completely naked. He was panting in his excitement, and he could feel how wet he was as Jackie lowered herself down onto him. The touch of his cock to his sex, the hardness of it poking at his softness and then he felt it, his penis, slide in and Jackie was upon him, squashing his breasts and her mouth seeking.

They fucked, penis moving in and out, with Charley seeking to grasp and hold it with his perineal muscles. He brought his ankles up and locked them over Jackie's back, pulling her the deeper into him.

A confused copulation. The roles reversed in their minds but, in reality, bodies playing their normal part. The male entering the female, the male inseminating the female by depositing his sperm inside her: only it was Charley feeling the semen being ejaculated into him and Jackie feeling the spurting of the penis.

Slowly Charley felt himself drifting back into his own body: not the sudden change but a gradual passing when, for a moment or two, he was not sure which body he was in. Was this the end of their transference? Had their copulation done the trick?

They lay together, entwined in Jackie's bed. This time Charley had felt the female orgasm. Unlike the other times he had not missed both. It had been an experience.

"What if we got stuck in the wrong body, Charley?"

"It would be very difficult."

"Hopefully it won't happen again. Hopefully doing this together will - has - ended it all. Do you think it will? Do you think it has? It felt sort of different."

Charley looked down at Jackie's naked body. It was wrong really, they were not lovers, the sex had been real enough: not just going through the motions. They had been sure enough about the need for that, the need for both to come. He, though, would like to go through it all again and, perhaps, this time in his own body. But, if they had 'cured' themselves then the need to copulate would have gone. It was so good being naked with a girl again, so good to be doing sexual things.

"I think it has been a good try, but I am not too hopeful." He was about to add something about if it had not succeeded it would be worth trying again a few times but thought better of it. "Would you like to go out for something to eat?"

Dinner was very pleasant, and they parted at Jackie's door, Charley having walked her home, they were both in a very good mood, indeed with hope that they had cured themselves. Jackie even gave Charley a peck on the cheek. Chaste, considering their tongues had been entwined not so very long before and Charley's penis had been in her mouth and she did, after all, still have his semen within her.

Not a recurrence the next day nor the one after and they even got through most of the one after that without the slightest feeling they were not in their own bodies. Charley had got into bed that evening, freshly showered and with not a stitch upon him. He was not touching his cock, though it was certainly 'up in the air.' He was thinking back, with pleasure, to being in bed with Jackie both feeling her and the strangeness of feeling himself within her body. And then, all at once, he was back not so much in as on her bed, back in Jackie's body and with that rubber dildo in his mouth.

Charley sighed and was sure, back in his own bed, his body would be similarly sighing with Jackie feeling just as much, if not more, frustration. The attempt at ending their peculiar problem by copulation had not worked at all. Was it something they were going to have to accept, forever? It had its compensations. What man would not like to find himself in an attractive woman's body and be able to play with it - once or twice? The prospect of randomly dropping in on or, rather, into Jackie year after year was rather less pleasing. It would be essential they 'got on.' They would have to learn so much about the other in order to function when in the wrong body.

Charley pulled the black dildo from his mouth. Did he actually like sucking that? The prospect of sucking cocks for real, not his own which had been OK and interesting, loomed before him. If sex was indeed somewhat the trigger he could find himself in Jackie's body with a whole succession of men over time unless she 'settled down.'

By the bed the telephone rang. Charley answered it almost automatically, before realising it might not be the best idea at the point. He said, "hallo?"

The caller might well, almost certainly would, know Jackie but Charley probably would have no idea who it was: indeed the caller unhelpfully said, "it's me," which gave very little clue who the 'me' was. It was a man. Charley did not recognise the voice.

"Err, yes, um, it's late."

"I know." The voice was impatient. "Of course it is," there was a pause when he did not reply, "it's me, Jackie."

"Ah! I... it's happened again."

"Don't I know it. I don't usually have a cock in my hand when I'm on my own."

"You had one in your mouth."

"Yeah, rubber though."

"I wasn't holding my cock. What are you doing with it."

"I'm wanking it, Charley, I like doing that. But I had hoped we had finished with all of this. I really hoped..."

"Me too. It didn't work did it?"

"No." A sigh, "Clearly not but... I do like wanking your cock, though. I'm out of bed now and looking at you in the mirror. It's so different having this thing sticking out. I can look at you in the mirror and walk towards you imagining it's you and forgetting I am in your body and then... our cocks are touching, I'm pressing against you in the mirror, I'm rubbing my cock against yours. Do you do that?"

"No!"

"What are you doing, Charley."

"Playing whilst I listen to you."

"Are you wet?"

"You know I am."

"Go on, push the dildo in. No, suck it first. I wish I had it here to suck. I should leave it here with you so next time... I'd love to suck that whilst wanking your cock. Love to suck a real one whilst wanking. Go on Charley, imagine my dildo is real, suck it."

"I'm not really into cock sucking."

"You were with your own."

"That's different. Very different."

"I could come around and then you could suck your cock."

"Not like that you can't."

Jackie laughed, "No, hardly! I could dress first." A sigh. "Nice as this is playing with your cock I really had hoped... What are we going to do... apart from the obvious?"

"We'd better meet again and talk"

"Yeah. Tomorrow, at the café? You aren't sucking that cock yet are you? Let me hear."

It was more than a little strange for Charley to make slurping sounds down the telephone receiver. Sounds, moreover, made with his lips on a black rubber cock.

"Mmmm," said his voice down the 'phone, "wish I was doing that too. Go on, push it into me now. You know where!"

It was a strange conversation. Each telling the other what to do or asking what the other was doing. Charley even explaining how to 'edge,' describing the approaching feeling of imminent ejaculation and then leaving his penis alone for a while to let it 'settle.'

Jackie seemed to like to hear the sound of the rubber cock being used between her legs.

"Jackie?"

"Mmmm?"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm back at the mirror."

"Why?"

"I want to watch myself cum."

"I think... I suspect, once you cum I'll be back in your, I mean my, body. That seems to happen. Don't cum 'til I do."

"Cum then. Imagine there's a big bloke on top of you, really pounding. Make that rubber cock really fuck!"

Charley, though, was not imagining that so much as having a woman - Jackie actually - with a 'strap on' doing the fucking. Him as Jackie being fucked by... Jackie! He liked the idea it was better than imagining a bloke, and it, and the plunging rubber, was doing the trick. He was closing on orgasm. And then it came, Charley's second blinding female orgasm. He was vocal. It was great.

He was still panting and trembling when he found himself standing facing the long wall mirror in his bedroom looking at his naked self. Down the mirror ran his semen and his knob was pressed against the glass. In both the mirror image and from his cock another bubble of white cum rose out of the twin urethral openings. It was so obvious that Jackie had been rubbing his cock against the mirror image. She had been 'frotting' with his mirror twin, rather as he had imagined Jackie fucking him with a strap on - fucking her 'twin.'

He had the telephone to his ear but held well away and in his left hand, a tinny distant voice saying, "A bit vocal, Charley, not really like me."

He pulled the telephone close, "Sorry Jackie, sort of forgot we were on the 'phone."

"See you tomorrow. In the café."

"What are we going to do?"

The two of them were in their café again.

"As I said on the 'phone, I had hoped."

"You seemed to enjoy playing with my cock."

"Making the most of a bad situation... no, that's not fair. I like playing with it. More than I should."

"I was a bit surprised by what you were doing."

"I'm a woman, Charley, even in your body I like men. I'd like to be in bed with a man not a woman. That's how I'm wired."

"With Kieran?"

"Not any more. I'm ending it on Saturday. I've decided."

Charley nodded.

"But," she said, "how are we going to handle this? I mean it's easy enough swopping when in bed or the like. If this is going on we need rules and strategies. Luckily it doesn't seem to go on for very long."

"Cumming seems to 'cure' it. Especially my body cumming. Not that we can do that just anywhere. You - and I mean you - can't just wank anywhere."

It was quite true. They could not just wank anywhere and get themselves back in the right bodies. It was fun enough bed swopping; it was fun enough in the bath swopping over and not so bad when Charley found himself instead of sitting on a train reading a magazine and half looking and listening to a group of schoolgirls chatting rather graphically about boyfriends to find himself at Jackie's hockey club in the changing rooms after a match rather than playing. Seeing lots of healthy girls stripping off sports kit was neither unpleasing nor uninteresting.

In bed that night Charley thought back to the quite long stay in Jackie's body in the changing rooms. He had not hurried out of the changing rooms for two reasons. Firstly, he was enjoying watching and talking to the other girls particularly two who stopped their dressing whilst talking away, mostly to each other, when completely naked having towelled themselves dry. Secondly, he did not know where Jackie had parked her car or where she wanted to go next - and he was not at all keen on the idea of driving again in the wrong body. He had found himself back as himself when he was almost the only girl left in the changing room.

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