My college crush wants to meet up with me after years apart, and I can’t resist possessing her body and enjoying myself in Unresolved Tension, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.
I’m preparing for a job interview when Abby, my college crush, reaches out to let me know she’ll be in town. I suspect she still has the echoes of longing for me I slipped into her mind when I last possessed her years ago. When we meet up again she’s definitely much more flirty. Much sexier. Does she want me or am I just projecting?
I can’t resist. I have to become her for the weekend once again. Inside her body I explore at my leisure. With our minds connected, I slowly make her ever more attracted to me so that when I leave she’ll come back on her own.
Unresolved Tension is a standalone story in the same universe as Another Life.
I wasn’t a heavy drinker but I poured myself a nice scotch from my private collection. Loosening my tie, I sunk back into the plush cushions of my couch and sipped slowly. I’d slipped in a trip to the gym during lunch and I’d been eating healthy to try to manage the stress of an upcoming interview for a huge promotion. I actually took really good care of my body, which is sort of strange considering I could have just taken over any body and left this all behind.
As I turned to grab the television remote, my back twinged with a recent injury and I hissed through my teeth. Still couldn’t turn like that, I guessed. And yet, even with a body that seemed to rebel against me with age, I continued to anchor myself to my original life with friends and family. Us body hoppers were extraordinarily rare. I’d only met two in my life and one of those was an asshole. He’d laughed as he shared tales of hoppers that had possessed whatever body took their fancy, had their fun, ruined those lives, lived only for their own pleasure, before hopping out for greener pastures. I didn’t want to be like that.
The back pain and the stress had led to many recent sleepless nights. Though I was confident I had this interview in the bag, even without resorting to using my powers to get a leg up on the competition. I mean, Ed had really fucked up the systems changeover project and I’d had to jump in to save his ass.
I popped another of the doctor’s prescribed pills and washed it down with a gulp of scotch. Then I turned the TV on, selected whatever mindless action movie was being promoted by one of my many streaming services, and zoned out.
The booze made me melancholy and I started thinking about my last girlfriend. We’d recently broken up. She thought I was boring. Went to work early. Came home late. Slept. Repeated. Sometimes went out to a bar on the weekends.
She didn’t understand that it was the routine that stabilized me. It kept me from having the down time to get maudlin about what I was. Was I wasting my possession power? I didn’t ask for it. I wasn’t any sort of hero. Just a guy who wanted a normal life. My power was more a guilty pleasure. An addiction I fought. Or like masturbation. I sometimes just had a screaming urge to hop someone but then after I indulged I would feel guilty. I hopped to make people’s lives better. And…maybe…for a little pleasure of my own. But I wasn’t hurting anyone.
I nodded off and found myself on a beach in Spain, or at least somewhere vaguely European in the way you know things in dreams. I was lying back on a recliner on the sand, playing with a wedding ring on my finger when Abby straddled my lap.
“Hey, you. Miss me?” She asked, her sweet smile lighting up her face.
Her wavy blonde hair fell down in a cascade to her shoulders. Eyes as blue as the Caribbean waters pinned me to my recliner. Her body—powerful, athletic—clad only in a small bikini. Her breasts hung invitingly into my line of sight. I reached up to grip her bronze hips, my hands landing on her warm skin.
My heart ached with joy and longing. She was my graduate school crush. The one that got away. We were the will-they-or-won’t-they couple of my friend group, ending solidly on ‘they won’t’. Though, God, I wished we’d landed differently.
In real life, happily married with a kid. In my dream, single and young again and straddling me. The weight of her so real. The touch of her lips on mine making my body throb. The toffee scent of her perfume—the one I always associated with her—so rich in my nostrils.
Then we were strolling along the street, hand in hand, like lovers. We teased and flirted with each other, heedless of passersby. I grabbed her and kissed her like she was mine. She kissed me back, twining herself around me. She pushed me against the wall, scrambling for me, her hands greedily caressing my body, snaking down to my pants to grip my cock and—
I woke up in sweat to the sound of an explosion from the movie still playing out on the television in front of me. I was hard as a rock and my heart beat madly. For a second I thought I could still smell her sweet scent in the air and I almost called out for her. And then reality came crashing back down.
I was alone. None of it was real but the ache in my chest for Abby. Why had I dreamed of her now? What did it mean? I hadn’t seen her for at least a year and a half. Since we’d met up in Hawaii after her conference and I’d spend a wonderful weekend in her body. After I’d hopped out of her she’d been…different. More flirty with me. Way more flirty. We fucked, in fact. So…obviously my time in her had changed her.
In my drowsy state I took the dream as a sign she would come back into my life, but as I rose and changed out of my work clothes to fall into bed I woke up enough to understand that all it meant was that I was still obsessed with her.
I was in a fantastic place, life-wise. Well off. About to get a huge promotion at a massive accounting firm. My career was solid. Love life not so much, but not desperate. But…I would have given it all up for Abby.
Drugged, horny and half-asleep, I shot off a text to her. Just checking in. Seeing how she was doing. Telling her I missed her pretty face. We texted each other now and then. Though not often at 2 in the morning. And not so flirty.
I awoke the next morning with a profound regret and reached for my phone intent on sending some apology but paused when I saw her reply. A love heart reaction to my previous text. And a message from her: I’m in LA today. Meet up?
God yes.
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