The air in the dorm was hot and heavy, not just with the summer season, but with what had just happened.
Kyle, trapped in Elena's delicate, lithe form, sat on the edge of the bed, his heart pounding against Elena's chest. Across from him, Elena, inhabiting Kyle's lean, athletic frame, paced restlessly.
Having woken up in each others' bodies, the couple had met up at Elena's dorm. Astonishment led to questions. Questions led to exploration. And exploration gave way to mutual interest.
Their earlier exploration had been a whirlwind of discovery – Elena's delicate fingers tracing the planes of Kyle's newly acquired jawline, Kyle marveling at the soft swell of Elena's breasts beneath his borrowed hands.
But it was reciprocal oral which had been a revelation, a shared intimacy heightened by the bizarre circumstances. Kyle had never imagined the intensity of Elena's tongue on his new mound. Nor the thrill of bringing his former body to attention with his borrowed mouth.
Kyle thought about how Elena wanted to save herself for marriage. How frustrating it had been to keep his arousal in check. Never being allowed that which he truly desired. But it was his body now, and his desires were different.
"I'm going to get laid in your body," Kyle declared, his voice trailing off. He met Elena's eyes, now pools of dark desire. "It’s your choice. You can be the one, or I’ll find someone else."
A slow smile spread across Elena's face, Kyle's familiar grin now imbued with a predatory edge. "Oh, I'll be the one," she purred, her voice a deeper register than Kyle's usual tone. The shift in power, the utter strangeness of the situation, ignited a fire between Kyle's legs. He felt a thrill course through Elena's veins, a potent mix of fear and excitement and wetness.
Elena moved with a newfound confidence, a swagger that made Kyle’s heart flutter. She reached out, her hand gently cupping Kyle’s breasts. A jolt of shot through Kyle, the feeling of his own hand on his own flesh, yet somehow entirely different, intensified by the swap.
Elena leaned in, her lips brushing against Kyle's neck. Kyle gasped, his head falling back, exposing the delicate curve of his throat. Elena’s tongue flicked out, tracing a hot, wet line from his ear to his collarbone. Kyle’s breath hitched. He felt Elena's arousal pressing against him through the borrowed jeans, a hard ridge against his own softening flesh. Without thinking, he was already stroking its length eagerly.
Elena’s hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Kyle’s jeans. Kyle’s breath caught in his throat. He felt the cool air against his skin, then the warmth of Elena’s hand as she cupped his mound through his borrowed underwear. Elena leaned in and whispered in Kyle’s ear, “I’m going to fuck you like you always wanted to fuck me.”
Kyle moaned, his legs parting instinctively. He felt a deep, primal need to be filled, to be taken. Elena, now fully in control, pushed him back onto the bed. She straddled him, Kyle’s legs falling open around her waist.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Elena lowered herself onto Kyle, the sensation of Kyle’s former cock sliding into his new wet heat a driving him wild. He cried out, his hips arching up to meet Elena’s thrusts. Her mouth traced neat circles around her tiny nipples as she caressed her former delicate frame.
Elena began to move faster, her hips pumping against Kyle’s. Kyle’s head thrashed against the pillow, his moans growing louder. He felt Elena’s orgasm building, a wave of pure sensation washing over him.
Elena moved to pull out and empty herself on Kyle's chest, not wanting to cross that line with her own body. But Kyle wrapped his slender legs around her, grinding and moaning in pleasure.
"Oh fuck fuck fuuuuuuuck..." was all Elena managed before she was pushed over the edge.
Kyle felt the hot rush of Elena’s cum deep inside him, unlocking his own climax that left him breathless and trembling.
Kyle lay beneath Elena, their bodies still joined, their breaths mingling in the hot air.
"Well" Kyle thought, "I suppose I did wish to be inside her..."