As Martin adjust to his new life as a sexy eighteen-year-old cheerleader, he begins to think he may never want to leave in Easy A (Part 2), available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.
Former fat, middle aged teacher, Martin, sinks deeper into his new life as an eighteen-year-old hot cheerleader, savoring every second. With Nevaeh’s memories easily accessible he’s able to mimic her perfectly and enjoy everything about being young and sexy. Her friends. Her family. Her exquisite body.
Even her boyfriend.
Martin probes Nevaeh’s infatuation with her boyfriend, savoring what just the thought of him does to his delicate new body. How his kiss feels on Martin’s new lips. How his hands feel on Martin’s skin.
But Martin is only supposed to be Nevaeh for another few days before he has to return to his old, unpleasant body. Until his friend offers him a way to stay forever. With a sensual catch, of course.
How weird to be eating around a dinner table with a family. Martin couldn’t remember the last time she’d even talked to her actual mom, let alone shared a meal with her. She’d felt like an awkward stranger at first, until she remembered that he’d dialed down Nevaeh’s memories to enjoy sex with Juliana. Reaching around, she dialed her memories back up to mid-range and familiarity clicked into place. Suddenly she didn’t feel like so much of an imposter.
Martin sat next to Juliana and across from Nevaeh’s parents. Nevaeh’s dad was a jovial guy. Heavy set and still carrying the weight from his college football days. He swore liberally as he told a funny story about one of his subordinates fucking up at work. He also called Martin ‘his little girl’ in front of Juliana, which embarrassed the Nevaeh part of Martin to no end. He seemed to know it, which was why he kept doing it and Martin understood from Nevaeh’s memories that calling him out would only make it worse. So Martin held her tongue.
Nevaeh’s mom, Sally, was an older version of Nevaeh. Petite with a gorgeous face. She kept a slight smile on her face and barely suppressed an eye roll at her husband’s stories. Martin found herself bursting to talk and was soon gossiping with Juliana and Sally about school. Sally’s eyes sparkled. She clearly lived through her daughter. Martin had Nevaeh’s memories of finding her mom’s old cheerleading tapes. Sally had been a professional for a while, going around the country with the state football team. She was also, Martin discovered, ruthless. It hinted at where Nevaeh got her big bitch energy.
“Well if she’s still can’t get the routine by now she should be cut,” Sally said.
“I know,” Martin agreed, allowing Nevaeh’s memories to chart the conversational path. “That’s what I tried to tell the coach.”
“When I was a cheerleader we had the same thing. There was this one teammate who just couldn’t cut it but the coach refused to fire her. He was probably fucking her.” They all giggled at this. “Anyway, since the coach didn’t do it I just began harshly critiquing her. The other girls followed my lead and eventually she left on her own.”
Martin picked at her food as they talked. She’d noticed that she’d received a smaller portion than everyone else and realized through Nevaeh’s memories that was how it always was. Her mom was constantly trying to keep her skinny. The chicken breast was topped with some sort of mustard sauce that tasted funny, though whether that was because she was experiencing it through new taste buds or whether Nevaeh’s mom was just a bad cook Martin couldn’t tell. She found that she wasn’t hungry after finishing her small offering, which was another pleasant surprise. In her old male body she could easily eat three burgers in one sitting. But now she could only just about finish the half a chicken breast and broccoli on the plate.
Martin was glad she had Terry with her for this first family dinner. He was in Juliana’s body, happily chatting away with Sally, occasionally giggling out a catty comment about whichever other cheerleader they were talking about. There was a lot of gossip around the table, mostly revolving around Nevaeh’s squad.
Halfway through the dinner, Martin felt a hand on her thigh and looked down to find Juliana fondling her. Her fingers dipped beneath Martin’s skirt and she batted her away. Not in front of the family. Juliana giggled, playing it off as related to the conversation while her eyes sparkled with mischief.
After dinner, the girls did the dishes and gossiped some more while Nevaeh’s dad settled himself on the couch. It was all weirdly traditional, but nice. Martin was enjoying being surrounded by conversation. Nevaeh’s thoughts and memories tugged at Martin’s mind, not so bright that they overwhelmed who she was but enough so that she easily understood everything they were talking about.
Afterwards, Martin saw Juliana to the door. Juliana glanced down the hallway and saw the coast was clear. She leaned forward and kissed Martin on the lips again, deep and slow, their tongues meeting gently. Then she pulled away.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Enjoy yourself.” She winked.
Martin went up to her room and found Nevaeh’s phone in her bag. A ton of missed text messages from Evan, her boyfriend. Martin flicked open her pictures and scrolled through picture after picture of the two of them. He was dark haired and handsome with a cocky smile. Martin felt Nevaeh’s physical longing for him, together with a faint warmth as she stared at the pictures. Martin had never been attracted to men. He still wasn’t. But Nevaeh was. And it was her memories warming her body.
Martin bounced into her bed, legs crossed, and began typing back, fingers flying across the screen as she checked in with Evan. They flirted and bitched and joked together. He wasn’t the brightest guy in school, but he was definitely the hottest. He was a catch befitting Nevaeh’s status. They’d yet to have sex, but his fingers had been inside her, and her mouth had been on his dick. Fumbling, furtive, teenage first tries. The memories echoed through Martin as she typed. Nevaeh was saving herself. She sure as hell didn’t want to be known as the school slut. That was an insult she saved for others.
[Missing you so much] Evan typed, adding a smiley face emoji.
Martin replied with a love heart. [You saw me this afternoon!]
[That was sooo long ago]
Martin smiled to herself. She didn’t know what Nevaeh enjoyed more: having Evan, or having him under her thumb. It was a vicious warmth that was spreading through Nevaeh’s body now and she wiggled on the bed, suddenly restless.
[You’ll just have to think about me tonight] Martin replied.
[I already am. That’s what’s driving me crazy]
[Then you’ll just have to take care of yourself. Like I’m doing] Martin replied, before transferring the phone to one of Nevaeh’s hands so her other hand could pull up her skirt and skate across her panties.
They’d sexted like this many times, usually Nevaeh leading Evan on. Martin saw no reason to break that pattern now. Especially when Nevaeh’s body was already flush with warmth. Martin drew her fingers up and down the cotton panties, teasing herself, feeling the faint echoes of her sex through the skimpy fabric.
[I wish that was my hand between your legs]
[Me too]
Martin’s fingers trailed up and down her hidden slit, pressing harder, the fabric dipping into her slickening entrance. She felt the moisture on her fingertips and pressed harder, felt herself opening for her touch, her sensitive pussy lips welcoming her inside.
[Take out your cock] Martin managed to type.
[I’m stroking myself for you]
Martin pulled her fingers out of herself and yanked down her top with one hand, showing off Nevaeh’s bra. She snapped a picture of herself, breasts nearly bursting from her bra, face a mask of divine pleasure. She sent it to Evam, then her fingers returned to her pussy. She pushed aside the panties and ran her fingers up and down the coarse trail of pubic hair, teasing herself, fingers darting in gently, pressing here, stroking there.
Her phone dinged. A picture of Evan. Topless. Flexing. His muscles standing out so brilliantly. Nevaeh’s longing was instant and she shuddered. She dipped her fingers inside herself, found her moisture and spread it up to her clit. For all her confidence, Nevaeh was not very knowledgeable about her body but Martin relied on the older male experience to find her clit. Her fingers stroked the nub as warmth teased her.
She dropped her phone so she could touch her tits, squeezing herself with delight, Martin’s desire for her body combining with Nevaeh’s desire for her boyfriend. She imagined him there, his hands between her legs, rough fingers circling her little clit. Her legs moved back and forth, clapping together as she kept two fingers firmly on either side of her clit, stroking in swift, firm motions. Her toes curled and a little groan escaped her lips.
Her entire body was filled with restless energy. The same as when Juliana had been between her legs, only now Nevaeh had control. Her mouth dropped open as she fingered herself, the slick sounds of her cunt so deliciously loud in her ears. She matched the vibration of her body, stroking harder, faster, until with a tiny squeak she came. Her hips thrust up involuntarily to meet her fingers, toes curling, fingers clenching her breasts as she shut her eyes tight. It was a sweeping orgasm, less incredible than with Juliana’s tongue but with a heat that burned deep and slow. Three orgasms in one day was a record for Martin. And Nevaeh felt like she could go again.
She said goodnight to Evan and hurried to the shower where, naked and wet, she stroked her pussy again. She came hard as the hot shower spray sluiced down her body, warming her belly, her tits, her legs. God, she was insatiable. Nevaeh’s desires combined with Martin’s appetite for her body was a sexy combination.
Martin used Nevaeh’s fruity shampoo and body wash, dragging her fingers up and down her soft body, coating herself in such girly scents. She stepped out smelling like a tropical fruit basket and just as delicious to eat. She dried off naked in front of the huge bathroom mirror, admiring everything about her new body. She was so light. So pretty. So goddamn hot. It was a thousand miles from her old heavy, ugly body.
Martin slipped into a flimsy nightgown and went to bed, dreaming Nevaeh’s dreams, the two of them so intimately entwined.
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One of my forever dreams, being a hot cheerleader!