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Subject: {ASSM} Extra Change (MF FF MFF mc? tg?)
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Title: Extra Change
Author: Optimizer
Keywords: MF FF MFF mc? tg?
Summary: A man gets much more than expected from a simple purchase.
(Inspired by a commercial.)

Saw this commercial and was struck by how closely it resembles the
beginning of many of the stories here: http://www.mountaindew.com/mdtv/
index.php?vidsrc=change_2

(Look for a 1.6MB file in your browser cache if you want to keep it;
it's in FLV format.)

What follows is my take. I'm curious what directions others would
pursue; anyone else care to write about "what happens next"?

Extra Change

by Optimizer

Chris stopped next to the vending machine as Zack fed in some money.
"Too bad she dumped you."

"She didn't dump me," Zack replied defensively, punching the Mountain
Dew button. "We're just... taking a break." There was an odd buzzing
sound as the button lit and the bottle fell, not really noticed by
either man.

"Right. That's good." Chris said sarcastically as Zack took a swig from
the bottle. He was *always* teasing, something he demonstrated as they
walked back to Zack's car.

"I can't believe you lock this thing, man." In truth, Chris had a point.
The vehicle was old, worn, and only marginally 'running'. The only
reliable part was, ironically, the alarm.

The /chirp/ of Zack's remote rang out. Both men stopped short as a
rumbling noise began. Suddenly the car seemed to explode and rearrange
itself. It was too quick to follow - a fraction of a second - but now a
shining, detailed sports car lay before them, a giant spoiler mounted on
the back.

"Whoa..." they both exhaled, exchanging swift, stunned glances. Another
/chirp/, and a second transformation; a muscle car settled onto its
shocks.

In disbelief, Zack hit the button again. /Chirp/, /rumble/; a giant
monster truck. /Chirp/, /rumble/; a tiny Shriner parade car, complete
with Shriner, waving at them.

Chris looked dubiously at Zack, whose face was blank with shock; he was
waving back timidly. Zack snapped himself out of it and used the remote.
/Chirp/.

A gold-toned, pimped-out pickup, stereo bumping. Even the mag wheels
were gold-tinted.

"Sweet! Let's roll!" Chris called out, stepping forward, high on the
absurdity of the situation.

There was an odd smile on Zack's face. "Wait!", he said.

"What?" Chris asked, not quite understanding as Zack pointed the remote
his way and turned his head like a gunslinger pulling off a trick shot.

/Chirp/. Chris frowned, puzzled, as brown hair fell just past his
shoulders. He glanced up to see a strangled look on his friend's face.
Convulsively Zack squeezed the button again.

/Chirp/. Chris's horror and confusion grew in direct proportion to the
breasts that pushed his shirt out. Frightened, he locked eyes with Zack.
"Not cool!" he half exclaimed, half pleaded.

/Chirp/. It took less than a second. His clothes and body flowed like
water, the former becoming feminine and the latter becoming female. Only
the styrofoam cup remained unchanged.

The new girl gasped as the change completed, then smiled Zack's way.

"How about a Dew?" she asked flirtatiously. Zack mutely /chirp/ed the
remote at her drink. It wriggled in her hand to become a twin of the one
he held.

"Thanks." She watched as Zack, dumbfounded, kissed the remote and
mumbled his own gratitude.

                                  ---

She laughed, feeling flattered. "*Now* let's roll?" she grinned.

Zack moved toward the front of the truck. "Aren't you going to open the
door for a lady?" she teasingly asked. He stopped, almost stumbling,
then came back and gingerly opened the passenger door, holding it for
her. Crissy thought the mixture of confusion, caution, and hope on his
face was just about the most adorable thing she'd ever seen.

She brushed past him, running her hand down his arm, and squeezed his
hand as she slid into the seat. She made sure her long legs were
stretched out, and held herself so her chest was subtly but prominently
displayed.

This was rewarded with a wondering glance as Zack took the sight in.
Pride and satisfaction filled her; her smile widened. "Come on,
loverboy. Don't you want to see what this baby can do?" she asked,
leaving open exactly what she was referring to.

Zack hurried around to the driver's side and hopped in, sparing another
disbelieving glance toward her. The inside of the truck was lavishly
appointed, and the boom of the stereo made the seats vibrate a little,
even though it was clearly nowhere near the highest volume.

"Jesus," Zack breathed, surveying the dashboard. GPS navigation, DVD
player, satellite radio, OnStar. Neon-blue running lights. Gold accents
on everything; even gold thread in the leather upholstery.

Crissy giggled, watching his awed exploration. His head jerked in her
direction at the sound, and though he was clearly even more awed at her,
he almost visibly decided to postpone consideration of what she
represented.

{That's okay, baby,} she thought. {Take your time. When you're ready,
I'll be ready.} She gazed at him lovingly, and not a little lustfully.

Something about the seatback attracted his attention. He fumbled for a
moment, then found the catch. A panel opened between them.

"A *refrigerator*?" Zack was incredulous. The chilled compartment was
stocked with (what else?) Mountain Dew.

Crissy was laughing again. "It's so cute! You were just like this when
you won it!"

"When I 'won it'? Wha... what do you mean?"

"Here." she rummaged in the glove compartment for a moment. "Look." The
registration said 'Zachariah Joseph Lee'.

"Oh."

"You won it in a Pepsi contest about a month ago. You were so happy
then, too." Crissy liked it when Zack was happy. "Did you notice how
nobody even looked at us while you were changing the car?" Zack nodded
slowly. Nobody was paying any special attention as they idled in the
parking lot. "Memories were changed, too. Everything's, you know,
consistent."

After a few moments, Zack looked her way one more time, a bit nervously.
"Um, do you... I mean, are you... er, who..."

She laughed brightly. "Relax. I know what happened to me, and it's all
okay."

"Are you sure? I mean..." he trailed to a halt.

"I've never been so happy. I get to start all over with you! I remember
Christopher Michael Parker, but I'm not *him*. I'm Christina Michelle
Parker, but everyone calls me Crissy, including you."

"You don't... uh, mind, uh..."

"Why should I? I'm me, Crissy. I'm as real as you are, and I *like* who
I am. And I am desperately in love with you," she said earnestly. "What,
do *you* mind?"

"Uh, no, not at all. It's just, um, a lot to take in."

"I sure hope so, stud!" Crissy teased. Zack looked puzzled for a second,
then did a double-take at her double-entendre. He shook his head as if
to clear it.

She continued, "But like I said, I remember Chris, too. I think that's
so I can help you, be your guide to what's changed." She felt an odd
certainty about that.

"Why is this happening? Why me?"

"I don't know. But it couldn't have happened to a greater guy." She
positively beamed at him. "God, I love you."

Zack shifted uncomfortably. "You 'remember' Chris?"

"It's like... like I watched a DVD of his life, with a commentary. I
know what he did and felt, but it didn't happen to *me*. I'm not him."
Again Zack looked nonplussed.

"This is for the best, it's so *right*. You'll see!" She paused. "Look,
let's go for a ride. You always said you loved the way this sucker
handled."

She watched Zack consider that for a moment. Then he put the truck in
gear, and pulled out onto the road. After a few moments, he asked, "So,
you're my girlfriend?"

"No, just your housemate. We've been friends since college, like you
were with Chris, and we shared apartments back then, too. But we were
just friends. You had all the same girlfriends at the same times; not so
much has changed. Even Karen."

"And they all were okay with me living with you?" Zack asked doubtfully.
He had to tap on the brakes; it was Sunday but the noon traffic was
still thick.

"Sure, they accepted I wasn't any competition when they met *my*
girlfriends."

"Wait, you're a *lesbian*?" he cried out. {No, I was wrong,} Crissy
thought. {That disappointment on his face - that's the most adorable
thing I've ever seen. And the most gratifying.} She wanted him to want
her.

"I always thought so, but as it turns out, I'm bi. I just never could
admit to myself how attracted I was to you, until a few months ago. Just
before you started dating Karen. It's been awful; I've been so jealous
of her." She remembered nights crying into her pillow. "Now that she
broke up with you, that idiot, I've been steeling myself up all day to
tell you. It feels so good to stop hiding it!"

"But... you weren't... none of that really happened!"

"Maybe not to *you*, but it sure did to me." Zack frowned, but she kept
going. "Even if you were right, you're the only one in the world that
thinks so," she replied firmly. "Nobody but me and you even remember
anything else, and I don't want it any other way."

Zack changed the subject. "I wish this damn traffic would clear."

"Why not do something about it?" Crissy suggested, smirking.

He stopped short. "Why not?" He reached out the window and pointed
ahead. /Chirp/. Half the cars were whisked away, and the light in the
distance flipped from red to green. Nobody noticed.

For a while, they drove aimlessly, neither talking, just listening to
the radio. Crissy danced a little in the seat, partly enjoying the music
but also to draw attention to her body. {Zack, I know you need time to
adjust to this, but maybe I can speed it up a little,} she thought
wickedly.

She wanted to think, too. It wasn't that she needed to adjust; from the
moment Zack had used the remote on her, she'd felt utterly certain of so
many things. But the situation did call for reflection.

Crissy had never really been attracted to a man before Zack. Oh, she'd
been horny enough, but in high school the boys were all stupid jocks, or
dweebs, or whatever, and hopelessly immature. Her fantasies and
experiences had always revolved around girls.

It had been reassuring for her straitlaced, traditional parents that she
had never seemed to get in trouble with boys. When Crissy had introduced
them to her date for the senior prom, they'd been horrified to find out
why.

She could see now that her reaction to that had been to cement her
self-image as a capital-L Lesbian, and a sexually adventurous one. A
twinkle came to her eyes as she recalled the one time her mother had
visited the apartment she shared with Zack; the wide-eyed stare at the
toys on display in Crissy's bedroom had given her great satisfaction.

Looking at the 'Chris' memories helped. His family had made a similar
mistake; he'd rebelled against his mother and father and their ironclad
insistence that he go into medicine by becoming a slacker. Despite his
intelligence, he'd graduated with mediocre grades and had been working
for a pool-service company. (In her history, her old-fashioned parents
hadn't put that kind of career pressure on a girl.)

Chris hadn't been happy about how his life was turning out, but was too
proud to admit anything of the kind to anyone, especially his estranged
parents. Crissy could see, looking at it from the 'outside', that his
sarcasm and teasing had been a defense mechanism.

Crissy's rebellion, on the other hand, had cost her Zack. She'd felt a
connection to him when they had first met in college, but she had
sublimated that to friendship, not willing then to confront the truth,
too caught up with her anger at her family. He had accepted her on those
terms, and they had become very close - as friends.

Eight months ago, she had a dream. She was being ravished by a masked
woman with a strap-on, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Suddenly she
realized it wasn't a girl, it was *Zack*, and she awoke in a vocal
orgasm. The strange mood of the dream had stuck with her for days
afterward. She'd avoided both Zack and her then-current girlfriend,
confused and upset. Maureen had moved on before too long.

Eventually she'd admitted to herself that she was looking at Zack
differently. Or rather, she was now conscious of what she felt when she
looked at him. But she feared his response if she told him - did he even
really see her as a girl anymore? Or just a buddy who happened to have
long hair and good advice about women?

After a month, she'd been unable to hold it in any longer. She'd had a
nice meal ready for when he got home from work, planning to pour out her
heart over dinner. (She'd discovered that she had absorbed some
traditional ideas about male-female relationships from her parents after
all.) But he hadn't come home, and she ate alone. The next morning he'd
arrived with a hangover, Karen in tow...

Pretending she was happy for them had curdled her soul.

All winter Crissy's sorrow had grown. She put on a brave front, but
Karen was *wrong* for him, she knew it. Not that she could be at all
objective, but Karen didn't seem to respect Zack all that much, and she
was awfully controlling; Crissy felt Zack's sweet nature was being taken
advantage of.

She didn't sabotage their relationship. Partly because she didn't want
to hurt Zack, but mostly because of her anxieties about how he would
respond to her overtures. She still wished for them to break up and
vowed not to miss her chance if that happened. Hope and dread had mixed
in the spring, when she'd seen signs of Karen growing increasingly
distant.

And then, Saturday night. She'd come home from a movie (seen alone; she
hadn't had any interest in a girlfriend, resorting to brief, meaningless
sexual encounters when the pressure got too strong) and been surprised
to find Zack home, in a blue funk. Tentative questions set her heart
pounding - Karen had told him she 'needed some space'.

Then, this morning. She remembered picking out her outfit so carefully.
Cute; sexy but not slutty, nice but not dressy. Casually proposing a
trip out for an early lunch.

Over the meal, Crissy had started to tell Zack about her feelings, but
her worst fears had been confirmed. He had shut her down. He was 'still
hoping to get back with Karen'. It was 'too weird', she was 'like a
sister'. He'd stopped thinking of her 'that way'.

She had been fighting back tears as they stopped for gas, and Zack went
to get a Dew. Despairingly wishing she'd pursued him when they'd first
met. Then, the car had gone through its changes. And then he'd pointed
the remote at her...

'Chris' remembered it differently, of course, up until the change.
They'd gone out to lunch, but he certainly hadn't confessed his
nonexistent love for Zack. She could remember, if not really relate to,
his fear as his hair got long, as breasts sprouted from his chest.

From her point of view, when Zack had turned the remote on her, there
had been no confusion, not even a real sense of transition. Just a rapid
flood of odd memories and certainties in her mind. She had gasped at the
realization that her wish had, in a way, come true. In front of her was
a Zack that didn't remember her; she really *could* start over... and
*this* Zack would find her attractive!

{I'll make you love me this time, Zack! I'll make you happy, I can be
everything you ever wanted in a girl, you'll see!}

Suddenly another idea struck her. She dug her phone out of her purse,
and turned to Zack. "Hey gorgeous, how about giving me an upgrade?"

He blinked, and /chirp/ed the remote; the cheap phone ballooned,
sprouting a keypad. She felt her memories shift; a girlfriend who'd
gotten a replacement unit, then the old one started working again; she'd
given it to Crissy... "Thanks," she said, blowing him a kiss. In a few
moments she was on the web.

"Okay, turn in here," she said presently.

"What? Why?" he asked, but turned into another convenience store parking
lot.

"It's a surprise!" she teased as he parked. "Wait here, I'll be back in
a sec." She put the phone down; then, unable to help herself, leaned
over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before slipping out of the
truck.

As she walked into the store, she put an extra waggle in her hips.
Knowing he was staring after her was an incredible turn on.

She returned a few minutes later, a small slip of paper in her hand.
Zack was sitting in the truck, surfing the web with her phone. He looked
up as she climbed in.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about?"

Wordlessly, she held out her hand; Zack, bewildered, passed her the
phone again. She quickly went back to the page she'd been on, then
showed it to him, handing him the slip of paper.

/"The $72 million Mega Millions jackpot was claimed yesterday by a
Virginia woman..."/

Zack looked at the ticket she'd bought. "Wait," he said, "These are
the..." He trailed off. She plucked the phone out of his hand.

"...winning numbers, that's right. All you need to do is change the
date." She smiled teasingly. "Aren't you glad you don't prefer dumb
blondes?"

Zack silently brought up the remote. Crissy looked at the screen of the
phone as the /chirp/ sounded. The letters of the web page scuttled
about, rearranging themselves. She grinned and showed him the phone.

/"Friday's $181 million Mega Millions jackpot is still unclaimed, but
lottery officials confirmed the winning ticket was purchased in a San
Francisco-area convenience store on Thursday..."/

                                  ---

Zack was driving on autopilot, like a zombie, every so often sipping his
Dew. He'd accepted her gentle suggestion that they head towards home.
Crissy was talking animatedly, telling him about the world she
remembered, her feelings for him.

They pulled up in front of the apartment building where they lived;
after a moment, Zack used the remote. A few cars seemed to disassemble
and put themselves together in distant spaces. He parked directly in
front of their door. Crissy laughed and applauded.

Zack took a last big swig of his Dew and finished it off. He squared his
shoulders and turned to her, speaking slowly. "Look... Crissy. I gather
how you feel, but I'm not sure... I mean, I don't think you would..."

{Oh, no!} "Don't worry, Zack, it's okay!" she said as reassuringly as
she could.

"No, wait, I can't... I mean, look, you're, like, seriously hot." Even
as scared as she suddenly was, Crissy still felt a thrill to hear Zack
say that. "But you're not really... I mean, you just *think* you're..."

"I don't *think*, I know. I'm a real person. Besides, what did you think
you were doing when you used the remote on Chris?"

"I... don't know. I mostly figured I was dreaming or something. I was
just kinda mad 'cause he... because *you* were ragging on me about
Karen. But I didn't expect this. And now, I guess... I mean, I wouldn't
want someone changing *me* into a girl, and..."

"It didn't change me, I'm Crissy! I don't know what happened to Chris,
but..."

"I'm sorry. Look, you'll thank me for this in a second..." He pointed
the remote at her. She closed her eyes in terror and despair... /chirp/.

She heard a /thunk/. She trembled. After a few seconds she opened her
eyes and beheld a very confused-looking Zack, remote still pointed her
way. He pressed the button again. /Chirp/.

Another /thunk/ as the door locks opened and the engine started up. She
remained unchanged.

Zack pointed the remote at their apartment building. /Chirp/. The engine
died and the locks /thunk/ed down again. The building stood still, the
way buildings usually do.

"It's, uh, not working anymore," he said quietly. Crissy felt a huge
surge of relief. Her eyes darted to his other hand.

"The Dew! It was the drink that did it!" she cried out in realization.
"It all started when you got that bottle, and now you just polished it
off!"

"That's crazy!" He paused sheepishly. "I mean, it's all crazy, but..."
He floundered for a moment. "Do you really think so?"

"Call it... feminine intuition."

"This is just nuts. A magic drink. How the hell... Why..."

"Maybe the god of Mountain Dew rewarded you for a lifetime of faithful
worship," Crissy suggested playfully. "You've always been crazy about
it." That was true; *nobody* loved that soda more than he did. He even
preferred it in his mixed drinks. Crissy liked it almost at much. {Chris
hadn't...}

Zack put the remote down, totally flustered. Crissy slid across the seat
toward him. "Looks like you're stuck with me, baby," she smirked.

He stiffened as she settled next to him. "Uh, look, uh..."

She pouted. "Don't be that way, Zack. It's *okay*, really!" She looked
pleadingly into his eyes. "I love you so much. Please, let me show you."
She leaned in to kiss him, but he put up his hand.

"Wait, I..."

"Come on," she interrupted. "I'm a fantasy come to life. *Your* fantasy!
I'm a horny bisexual superfreak, but I'm kind of a virgin, too - I've
never been with a man." She flashed him her trademark wicked grin. "I'm
eager to get started, though."

"It's just... weird." He avoided her gaze. "I mean, you're, y'know, my
buddy. I guess I... put a spell or something on you, but..."

"I am *not* Chris!" she cried in frustration. Swiftly Crissy rolled over
onto his lap, straddling him. She grabbed the sides of his face and
pressed her lips against his. He resisted for a moment, and then his
hesitant tongue joined with hers.

The kiss lasted for several seconds; finally she pulled back and looked
directly into his eyes. "Did *that* feel like a guy?"

"...no..." he said after a moment, almost inaudibly.

She grabbed his hands and pulled them onto her breasts. "Do *these* feel
like a guy?"

"No," Zack said a little more confidently as he kneaded them carefully
but firmly through her clothing. Crissy refused to be distracted by the
delightful sensations - her nipples were like twin spikes - and
literally pressed on.

She ground her crotch down onto his; in this position her skirt was
bunched up around her waist. She could feel his erection through his
pants, and nothing else was between them but her thong. In the close
quarters of the truck's cab, she was sure he could *smell* how excited
she was. "Does *this* feel like a *guy*?"

"God, no..." Zack breathed.

She smiled and passionately kissed him again, thrilled that he was, at
last, beginning to accept the situation, and delighting in his
increasingly enthusiastic responses. Eventually she tore herself away.

"I'm going in. Give me two minutes, just wait two minutes before you
come in, okay?" she asked, breathlessly.

"Uh, okay..." Zack said, confused and worked up.

{Poor guy, things are moving awfully fast for him!} she thought with
sympathy. {But I don't want him changing his mind!} One quick smooch,
and she bolted out of the truck toward the door at a run.

                                  ---

Zack pushed open the door and peeked in. Crissy swiftly struck a pose -
her hip cocked, one leg behind the other, a hand demurely to her side
holding his slippers - and put on her most winning smile. She knew by
his openmouthed expression that she made the desired impression.

She was wearing a sheer, see-through negligee that barely made it to her
waist. Her erect nipples visibly strained against the material. The only
other item she wore were her tiny thong panties, which were getting
soaked by now.

She held up a tall glass of Rum-and-Dew in her other hand; it frothed a
little, but she'd had to pour it in a hurry. {Should have asked for five
minutes,} she thought with regret. {I'd have had time to brush my hair
or put on some more lipstick!}

"Hi honey, welcome home!" she called out brightly.

"Whoa," said Zack, almost inaudible. He seemed frozen.

She reached out to hand him the drink, which startled him into moving.
He closed the door behind him and looked around the room. His eyes
paused at some of the pictures and knick-knacks. {My stuff,} Crissy
realized.

She guided him toward a recliner. "Oh, poor baby, let's get you off
those tired feet." He sat down and gulped a swig of his drink. She knelt
by his feet, removed his sneakers, and gently put his slippers on for
him.

Zack looked dazed. {Don't give him time to think about it,} Crissy
decided. It seemed to take him a moment to realize her intentions as she
began unbuckling his belt.

His hand moved to his waist, but she slapped it away and gave him a
stern look. Firmly she continued, opening his jeans and tugging them
down. He lifted himself a bit, and she slid them to his ankles. A tent
was formed in his boxers. Again, he seemed frozen, unsure.

She pulled down his underwear, and his penis popped free, bouncing a
little as it settled down; he was fully engorged. Crissy drank in the
sight for a moment. As she stared, a small drop of fluid formed like dew
at the tip.

They had been living together for a long time. She had accidentally seen
Zack's cock a few times before, though never aroused. With her being a
"lesbian", they had laughed it off. But more and more often in the last
few months, she'd been wondering what it would look like erect.

Now it was before her, new and strange. She'd watched plenty of porn
before, of course, but this was the first erection she'd seen in the
literal flesh. His was bigger than she'd guessed from its flaccid state.
{Women's pussies are shy. They hide, they need to be explored, probed.}
she thought, wonderingly. {But a prick is... extravagant. Audacious.
Bold. Showy.} And, she could now gleefully admit, alluring.

Looking up to meet Zack's bemused gaze, she reached out to stroke it.
She'd never felt anything like it on a woman. Hard and soft at the same
time, warm and gently throbbing. A shiver ran through her as she glided
her hand along its length. She had never been more certain in her life
what she wanted, needed to do.

Leaning forward, she licked from the base of the shaft all the way to
the head, then flicked her tongue at the underside of the helmet, just
at the tip. Zack's breath caught for a moment as she ran the tip of her
tongue around the groove where the head met the shaft, and she glowed
inside. She wanted this to be perfect.

She teased him with her tongue for a while, trying to keep him on the
edge as she enjoyed the slightly brackish tastes and the musky, animal
smell. Zack was hairier than any girl she'd been with, and the way it
tickled her skin was exotic and exciting. She gently probed the hole at
the tip with the end of her own tongue, delighting at the briny pre-cum.

Finally, she locked her eyes with his once more, and slowly took him
into her mouth. She went down halfway, then pulled back until he was
almost out, pursing her lips around the glans. Down a little more this
time, then back again. Then a fraction farther, and back.

Zack's eyes were going vague. He was almost hyperventilating in heavy
gasps, and she could feel the rapid pulse in his cock. {Like I have his
heart in my mouth,} she imagined, almost overpowered by the romance of
the idea.

The muscles in his legs were locked tight; Crissy's hair had fallen onto
them and brushed his skin as she moved rhythmically. She worked the
surface of her tongue back and forth on the underside of his penis as
she moved her head up and down, adjusting her jaws to put as much
pressure as she could on the head of his prick. He was at the back of
her throat now on the downstrokes.

She brought her hand up and cupped his balls gently, stroking the sack,
trying to give him as many sensations as possible. She'd been studying
sex guides and quizzing her hetero girlfriends in preparation for this
long-awaited day. The 'Chris' memories helped, too; she knew better than
any other woman what Zack was feeling. He was seeing nothing now, almost
trembling as he neared release.

Soon she felt his scrotum contract in her hand. His cock twitched, and
he came explosively. His groan filled her ears as his cum spilled out
into her mouth. It was as salty and bitter as she'd always heard, but
she proudly milked and swallowed every drop. It wasn't really all that
unpleasant, and to her, it tasted like validation, like vindication,
like victory.

{I think he'll accept me now!} she thought triumphantly. {Let's see
Karen top *that*!}

She watched as his eyes gradually cleared and he focused on her again.
"Holy *shit*," he sighed wonderingly, his chest still hitching
occasionally.

"You like?" she teased, idly stroking his shaft as it softened. "My
first. Did I do good?" She lapped up a last bit of semen that had leaked
out, then looked at his face again.

"That was *amazing*," Zack exclaimed presently. "I don't think I *ever*
came so hard. You might have broke something."

Crissy reached to the table next to the chair and took a big gulp of the
Dew Zack had magicked up for her, swirling it in her mouth before she
swallowed to clear her palate. Then she got up (leaning close and
sliding her nipples up his stomach and chest on the way) and kissed him
languorously.

To her relief and delight, he didn't hesitate to kiss her back.

She sat down on his lap and put her arms around him. His hands were
moving now too, stroking her back, sides, face, legs - everywhere, as if
he was trying to prove to himself that she was real.

His hand paused for a moment just above her crotch, then eased downward,
cupping her mound. She was panting as her tongue wrestled with his.

Zack's fingers eased under her panties, probing. They stopped for a
moment, finding the piercing at the very top of her slit, nestled
between the labia.

"I wanted a surprise there for my lovers," she whispered, eyes
twinkling. Then they closed as his hand began to explore more
forcefully, two fingers dipping into her slit as his thumb, well
lubricated, slid over her clit.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Please. Don't stop. Right... there." Seconds
later she was reduced to incoherent gasps and moans as his relentless
fingers continued their ministrations. She unthinkingly arched her back,
his other arm supporting her. His mouth fell to her breasts, sucking and
licking and biting her nipples.

She had been most of the way there anyway, and within a very short time
Crissy was in the throes of a screaming, shuddering, fiery orgasm.

As the tremors subsided, she sagged onto him, her face buried in his
neck. His arms circled her now. It took him some time before he noticed
her tears on his skin.

"Hey..." As he spoke, she lifted her head. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," she sniffled, "I'm just so happy." She was beaming through
her tears. "Oh, Zack, I love you so much." His expression was still a
bit doubtful, but he wasn't showing the same obstinate refusal to
believe her. He seemed stunned at the idea of a woman crying over him.

Crissy shifted, straddling his lap as she kissed him urgently. The
sight, the feel, the taste of him against her whole body was
intoxicating.

After a time, Zack gently pulled back and said "We might have to worry
about the police."

"Huh?"

"Well, you were kinda loud... the neighbors might, uh..."

Crissy laughed brightly. "Oh, they're used to *me* making noise!" She
reached down and stroked his prick, which was showing signs of life
again. She wasn't at all surprised that he recovered quickly. She'd kept
meticulous though covert track of Zack and Karen's sex life, and knew he
hadn't been getting much lately. "Come on, I know what he needs." She
slid off his lap and pulled him to his feet. A couple steps and he left
his slippers behind, tangled in his pants.

She dragged him down the hall toward the bedrooms, but she didn't have
to pull very hard. For an instant, she almost led them into her room,
but smoothly reconsidered. {This is strange enough for him. Better start
in someplace familiar.}

As they spilled onto his unmade bed Crissy was yanking at his jacket,
finally managing to get it to slide off as he lifted his arms. Then his
arms came down, tugging at her nightie, and she wriggled to help. As
soon as it was off, she was on top of Zack, showering him with kisses,
one hand stroking his stiff cock, the other pulling his face to hers.

Not pausing his mouth, his hands snaked down her sides, finding her
panties and working them down as far as he could. She writhed against
him for a few more seconds, moaning, until he lost patience and pushed
her off, onto her back.

She raised her legs and he worked the thong off, tossing it away. As she
lay back, spreading her legs and drinking in the sight of him kneeling
beside her, he hurriedly jerked his t-shirt off.

He loomed over her, crawling to put himself between her thighs. He was
panting heavily as he reached down and felt her pussy, which by this
point was getting the sheets wet.

Her legs curled around him as her arms reached up, urging him into her.
"Oh, God, Zack, do it. Do *me*!" He spread her lips with his fingers,
and she felt his hips move forward...

Suddenly he froze, and tried to get up. "Uh, wait a sec. Condom."

Crissy held him there, legs locked. She pulled her left arm back,
showing him the inside of her bicep. "No! Norplant!" Her legs clenched
forcefully. "Please, Zack!"

Then he moved, and thrust into her. It couldn't have taken any time to
speak of, but to Crissy it seemed she felt every millimeter sliding in.
She cried out involuntarily, an animal yip of pleasure.

{Oh, God, it feels so *right*! Like he was *made* for my pussy!} Only
much later did she wonder if perhaps the opposite was true, for as Zack
started up a rhythm, abstract thought became impossible. Her experience
dissolved into waves of sensation.

He was gliding, in and out... She was moaning as he kissed her... Her
calves rubbing against his perfect ass, pulling him in... His left hand
planted in the bed next to her waist, supporting him as his right hand
stroked her side, her arm, her face... Her fingernails peeling down his
back... His pubic bone rubbing her clit with every plunge...

Now his whole body was pressing down on her... The smell of his hair,
his sweat... So hard inside her... The feel of their skin, perspiration
springing forth to make her almost as slippery outside as in... His
chest, his belly slipping on hers, as his cock slid in, and out, and
in... Both arms at her sides now, Zack surrounded her, filled her...
Everywhere, inside and out...

She managed to make her eyes track Zack's face; he was totally focused
on her. He looked implacable, unstoppable. The sight was overwhelming
and she came in such an explosion that she literally saw stars.

She returned to herself gradually, realizing that Zack was still pumping
into her. Breathless, she grabbed his head and kissed him ferociously.
She squeezed him with the walls of her vagina, and that set him off.

{I can *feel* it! I can *feel* him coming!} The sensation of his cock
pulsing within her walls, his impassioned groan, the taste of his sweat,
and her own tingling afterglow threw her over the edge again, the
closest and most intense multiple orgasm she'd ever experienced.

                                  ---

Crissy awoke slowly. For a moment she was disoriented, then as she
opened her eyes the events of the previous day returned to her. Morning
light filtered into her bedroom.

She regarded the heart-filling sight of Zack sleeping *next to her*, in
*her own bed*, almost worshipfully contemplating his relaxed, contented
expression. She was laying on her side, facing him, arms bunched between
them. One of his arms draped possessively across her waist; the other
was up under the pillow that supported his head. A quick peek at the
clock showed it was just after 8.

She had made him come five times in total. While she'd lost count of how
many orgasms she'd experienced, it was by far a personal record. After
their first fuck, they'd rested and flirted and kissed and stroked each
other until he was ready again.

He'd taken her from the rear that time, standing behind her as she'd
flopped forward on the bed, screaming into the sheets. The feeling of
his one hand gripping her haunches as he'd thrust into her pussy, over
and over, hitting her g-spot each time; then the other hand reaching
around to stroke her clit... Crissy's nipples perked up at the memory.
She'd come at least four times there alone.

{God, am I lucky or what?} she thought. He was a considerate lover, and
had tried to find out what she liked. The only problem with that was she
had ended up enjoying practically everything he tried.

They had dozed briefly in the afternoon. After they awoke she had
cleaned herself ({I guess that's one disadvantage of sex with guys...
but it's worth it!}) and cobbled together a quick dinner for them, eaten
naked in the kitchen. (She smiled as she recalled how lasciviously she'd
eaten a banana in front of him.) They returned to bed, but in her room.
The toy collection had drawn a stare from Zack, too, but a much more
appreciative one than her mother's had been.

This time they played 'Dirty Dice', trying not to come as each took
turns caressing, licking, and rubbing the other. She had managed to hold
on - just barely, thanks to some lucky rolls - until he lost control and
came between her tits.

At that point, since Crissy had 'won', he had eaten her out until she
almost literally collapsed from repeated orgasms.

Each had been tired by then, of course. They had cuddled and watched
some TV for an hour or so. At that point it was late evening. Soon
enough, she was horny anew, but Zack had protested that he simply
couldn't perform anymore.

Crissy, determined to prove him wrong, had turned off the tube and put
on a performance of her own. It started with digging out her old
cheerleader outfit (she'd only been an alternate for the college squad;
she was convinced it was her open lesbianism that had kept her out of
the main troupe) and ended with her in a studded leather collar,
wantonly pleasuring herself with a dildo before him.

That had been too much. He had joined in and they screwed like animals.
What with the long day, he had taken a long time to come, and Crissy
swam in what seemed like an eternal sea of pleasure until he finally
climaxed and they fell into an exhausted slumber around midnight.

She was a bit sore, but it was a *good* sore, full of pride in her
accomplishments. {I could do it all again,} she thought dreamily. {And
if I couldn't, maybe we'd try anal!} That wasn't anything she was
particularly into ({I wonder if that means Zack isn't really into that
either?}) but for him she'd happily attempt it. She couldn't imagine
anything she wouldn't at least try for his sake.

{How many girls get to *know* that they are their lover's fantasy?} she
smugly reflected. Then another thought struck her. The magic, whatever
its source, had changed things into Zack's ideal, even when he hadn't
been planning on it. The gadgets in the truck had been a surprise. And
it wasn't just the date on the ticket that had changed; he was the
*sole* winner of a *bigger* prize. Some woman in Virginia didn't have a
winning ticket anymore.

{And me?} She thought about her own past. It felt *real*; but then, so
did the memories of her high-tech phone, and she *knew* Zack had
magicked it up. Was she actually Chris, transformed and given
'reasonable, consistent' reasons for being Zack's eager, devoted love
toy?

Technically, this wasn't the Zack she fell in love with - sweet, goofy,
impulsive, kind, loyal Zack. {But that Zack didn't love me!} And she
could see, looking at Chris' memories, that the man sleeping next to her
had all those qualities. And he was falling in love with her, she could
tell. {Another bonus he hadn't planned on?}

She was so confused. Her sense of Chris was dreamlike and unreal against
the wellspring of love filling her soul as she felt Zack's gentle
breathing on her face and breasts. But that made sense, in a way - like
most men, Zack would be weirded out by a transsexual. He already had
been, actually. She'd had to work hard to convince him she was all girl.

Whatever force had done this had made its changes with thoroughness and
subtlety. And if it were making an ideal girlfriend, she'd have to *be*
a girl, and *believe* she had always been one.

Did it matter? She had a life as Crissy - friends, exes, family, even a
minor police record for an incident of 'indecent exposure'. Who was to
say that she was any less real than the truck outside?

Looking at Zack's beautiful sleeping face, it was hard to care about the
details. She was far too happy, and it felt like she was betraying their
love just having these thoughts. {But if whatever did this is so
thorough, it would *make* me feel that way...}

Zack shifted a little, and she noticed something against her belly.
{He's got a woody!} A sudden wave of lust passed through her. She tried
to decide how to turn this to her advantage.

Gently, cautiously, taking every care not to wake him, she worked back
out from under his arm. He stirred, then rolled onto his back, still
asleep.

Crissy pondered. She didn't think she could climb onto Zack without
waking him up. {A blowjob it is, then!} she gleefully concluded. {We'll
save woman-on-top for later.}

Stealthily, she slithered down under the covers, easing with care
between his legs. In the diffuse light through the sheets, his body
looked mysterious, magical. She pulled her hair back behind her
shoulders so it wouldn't fall onto him. Gently she leaned forward and
kissed his semi-erect member, then licked her lips.

She could taste her pussy on him. The mixed male and female smells,
primal proof of their coupling, were intensely erotic. Gradually he
stiffened further, still dreaming, as her lips worked. Once he was fully
erect, she carefully wrapped her lips and tongue around the head of his
penis, and slid him tenderly into her mouth.

It worked better than she had hoped. In small increments she moved
faster, and more forcefully, and he didn't wake up until his orgasm was
inevitable. She felt him begin to sit up as his prick swelled in her
mouth, and he let out an inarticulate cry as he spurted down her throat.

Once it was over, she sat up and pulled the sheets off Zack, draping
them over her shoulders like a cloak. Zack was staring at her, dazed.
"How's that for a wakeup call, sleepyhead?"

He sat up and looked around the room. "...It really happened, didn't it?
I didn't just dream it..."

She dropped the covers and fell forward onto him, pushing him back down.
She'd heard most guys didn't like an open-mouth kiss after a blowjob, so
she pecked him on the lips and put her head on his chest, wrapping her
body around his. "Believe it, lover."

They lay like that for a time, a warm contented heap. "So," Zack finally
asked, "what now?"

"Well," said Crissy, considering, "I say we call in sick, get some
breakfast, and go cash in that ticket!"

"The ticket!" Zack started. "Holy crap! Crissy, you are the only girl
that could possibly make me forget a hundred eighty million dollars!"

Her heart overflowed with joy, not only because of his compliment but
because he had actually called her 'Crissy', and 'girl'. Her answering
kiss was passionate (and with full tongue, but Zack didn't seem to
mind).

They broke off after a few moments. Crissy couldn't stop grinning. "I'm
starving. I'll make the calls, you go get ready." Zack amiably headed
toward the bathroom as she grabbed her phone and dialed the architect's
office where he worked.

Zack was showering when she'd finished. She took care of business on the
toilet, finding a bit more of his semen to clean up. {Oh well, at least
we won't have to coordinate periods.} It was annoying when her
girlfriends' cycles didn't match hers very well, limiting what they
could do for much of the month. That wouldn't be a problem with Zack.
He'd also be grateful for her lack of PMS and gentle periods, instead of
jealous.

Even as she pondered, she was admiring the tasty, if fuzzy, view through
the translucent shower curtain. A naughty impulse gripped her; she
flushed as she stood up.

"Aaaahh!" Zack cried out as the water suddenly became scalding. {That
ought to get him going.} He'd always been a little sluggish in the
morning, and she wanted him fully awake. She pulled the curtain aside
and stepped in. It *was* hot. {Not like it's going to be!}

"Oh, poor baby, I'm so sorry. Here, let me make it up to you..." The
wicked light still danced in her eyes as she took the soap from his
hands and began washing him.

He clearly had his suspicions about her intentions, which were shortly
confirmed. Crissy enjoyed washing every part of his body, so
intriguingly different from her own. For a moment she thought he was
peeing, until she realized it was just water dripping off his dangling
penis. {I never thought of that!} 'Chris' had known, of course, but
those memories weren't really integrated with hers. She had to
consciously access them and right now she had no desire to.

He wasn't a bodybuilder, but he was into sports and in pretty good
shape. His chest and back and biceps and especially his tight, sexy ass
set her heart aflutter. She couldn't resist a lick.

By the time she finished her ablutions, kneeling before him, his cock
was pointing up instead of down. As she stood, he moved for her, but she
giggled and handed back the soap. "Not yet, you beast! My turn!"

After a moment, Zack smiled, and began returning the favor. He was just
as attentive as she had been. His slippery hands rubbed her neck and
shoulders, then drifted downwards. She bit her lip as his fingers glided
on her tits, slicking over her stiff nipples.

Her belly was washed next, slowly, and he knelt and ran his hands down
her legs, avoiding the place where she really wanted his digits working.

Zack stood, and the wicked light was in his eyes now. Hands to her
shoulders, he gently turned her around and began anointing her back,
working down. The water rained onto them both, sluicing off their bodies
in rivulets. The hiss, the splatters, the drips filled her ears. The
toilet had long ago finished stealing the cold water, but she felt so
hot...

His fingers were kneading her ass, and Crissy was panting, inflamed and
hardly able to think straight. She leaned forward, hands on the wall,
eyes unfocused, spreading her legs almost reflexively as his hands eased
between her thighs.

Then he was at her entrance, probing. Tense and wet, inside and out, she
gasped as he pushed his way in, filling her, giving her what she so
desperately craved. Stroking out and in now, his hips bumping her ass,
his thighs rubbing hers, some instinctive part of her matching his
rhythm, cocking her hips, her world narrowing, only dimly registering
the sounds of the cries escaping her mouth, the water running over her
skin.

She came, and never understood how she managed to remain standing
through the tsunami of shuddering pleasure that felt interminable...

Gradually it did fade, though, and she became aware that Zack was in the
throes of his own orgasm. She wriggled her hips, clenching down with her
pussy, trying to sustain him, keep him going. It seemed to work. His
groans went on, and on, and gradually died.

She pulled forward, letting him slip out of her, then turned and pressed
close, their lips joining as the water rained onto them both.

                                  ---

Crissy brushed her still-damp hair back as they waited for their food to
arrive. What with all the calories they'd been working off, both had
been desperate for breakfast after the shower. A quick mutual
toweling-off and dressing had been followed by a swift drive to a Coney
Island nearby.

They sat across from each other, staring into each others eyes, playing
footsie, smiling a lot, and generally doing things that confirmed that
Zack was very quickly falling for her as hard as she had for him. She
was dizzyingly happy.

"How are we going to cash... well, you know?" Zack asked. They didn't
want to talk about the ticket in public, of course. The odds of someone
overhearing and robbing them were low, but it was a *lot* of money.

Crissy pulled out her PDA phone and they did some searching. "Cool,
there's an office over the bay, in Hayward." She couldn't quite keep the
excitement out of her voice. "God, Zack, this is so cool!"

"I *know*." He was having trouble staying calm, too. His hand brushed
his back pocket, where the ticket rested in his wallet.

"Wherever we move, we gotta make sure it has a *big* water heater!"
Crissy teased.

"Yeah," he grinned back. Crissy was ecstatic at his easy acceptance of
the idea that they would be living together. "God, I could actually
*design* something instead of being a glorified gofer." Zack's career
hadn't progressed as quickly as he'd hoped. Crissy had always suspected
that was one of the sources of friction with Karen.

For a few moments, they just sat and beamed at each other. Zack suddenly
frowned. "Wait a minute. Why do you have a Norplant? You said you only
did it with girls before."

"But I wanted to be ready if I got a shot at you. I didn't want
*anything* to get in the way. So I got it, like, three months ago." She
smiled. "What, do you wish you'd needed a condom or something?"

"No, it just seemed kinda weird." A thoughtful pause. "I guess whatever
did this thought of everything."

"Hey, I've got a question for you. What was the deal with that Shriner
car?"

Now he looked a little sheepish. "When I was five or something, I really
wanted a ride in a parade with my uncle Morty. My dad wouldn't let me,
probably 'cause Morty was drunk. But I didn't understand. I was so mad."
Shrugging, he finished, "I guess some part of me still wanted that
ride."

"Oh, that's so sweet!" Every new thing she learned about him seemed to
make him more endearing. She looked over his shoulder. "Here comes our
food!"

They continued talking as they ate. "You called in sick for me? They
accepted that from some strange girl?"

"Dummy, they've heard of *me*! I talked your admin, Marie. I met her
when we went to the Halloween party."

"Oh." He stuffed a forkful of egg in his mouth and swallowed almost
without chewing. "Chris was there, that's right." Another gulp. "It's
still kinda weird, everyone but me remembering you." A long sip of
orange juice. "Hey, you must... I mean, there's gotta be people who know
me, that I never met. You don't work at Pool-Brite, right?"

"Nope," she mumbled around her hash browns.

"So where *do* you work?"

"I'm your fantasy. Where would your dream girl work?" She was enjoying
the chance to tease him. Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Um..." he hesitated.

"Oh, come on, how hard can it be? You know me pretty well already..."
Her grin was very wide.

"Well... not a stripper." She nodded. Zack wouldn't want to share her;
not like that. Not with guys, anyway. "Not a porn star. Well, maybe
lesbian porn... nah, shit, I don't know. A model?"

"Flattering," and she batted her lashes at him, "but nope. You were
closer with the porn thing."

He puzzled while he devoured his food. "Do you maybe work for a porn
distributor or something?"

"Oh, close enough. I work at Good Vibrations. Sells women-oriented porn
and toys." A knowing look. "Why do you think I've got such a collection?
I can't recommend what I haven't tried..."

                                  ---

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Crissy's brow furrowed. "Zack, we
have to go left to catch the bridge."

Not meeting her gaze, he kept going the other way. "Yeah, it's okay, I
just need to check something real quick."

She was puzzled for a moment, then her blood ran cold. {He wouldn't...
not *now*... But he did seem a little distracted after breakfast...}

Her heart sank in her chest as he turned into the same gas station where
the whole adventure had begun yesterday. He parked and stared forward.
"I have to try. Just in case."

"Why? What could you make better? Aren't you *happy*?" Despair consumed
her.

He looked almost as sad as she felt, but determined, too. "Hell, yeah.
Crissy, you're unbelievable. But Chris... I mean, I don't know if you're
him, or if I... killed him or something to make you..." He sighed. "It's
not right. I have to try. If it were the other way around..."

"It *is* the other way around!" she exclaimed. "You'd be killing *me*!
And if I *were* Chris, under some spell... well, how do you think he'd
feel about you *fucking* him over and over?"

He flinched. "I'll deal with that if I have to, I just..." He looked
away. "I'm sorry, this is killing me."

"No, it's killing me," she muttered bitterly. She listened as he got out
of the truck. After a moment, in morbid curiosity, she went after him.
She couldn't just leave. {What's the point of life without Zack?}

He was feeding money into the machine. A long pause, and he hit the
Mountain Dew button. /Thunk/, the bottle fell. Slowly he pulled it out,
and, not looking at her, he opened it and took a swig.

Numb, Crissy watched him fidget with the remote for a few seconds. He
started to turn in her direction, then reversed and faced the truck. /
Chirp/.

The engine started up. Zack let out his pent-up breath in a rush.

                                  ---

They were taking the San Mateo across the bay, and had almost made it to
the far end. Crissy had ignored Zack's fumbling apologies and the only
talking was from the GPS system occasionally advising Zack when to turn.
She just sat on the passenger side, looking out the window.

{He wanted to get rid of me!} she thought, heartbroken. Crying seemed
hopelessly inadequate. The whole scene at the gas station played back in
her mind, as it had many times since she'd gotten back in the truck,
lacking anything better to do.

But this time she noticed something. He hadn't tried the remote on
*her*, he'd pointed it at the truck first.

And he'd been relieved it hadn't worked; she knew him too well to miss
it, now that she was getting over her shock. Looking at it from his
perspective, it almost made sense. His words had not been empty.

One of the things she admired about him was his loyalty to his friends
and lovers and family. And Chris had been this Zack's friend. {But it
didn't work.}

She turned to him. She had to know. "You really didn't want it to work,
did you?"

"No," he said, glancing her way repeatedly, as if trying to make sure he
didn't miss the expressions on her face. "I feel a little guilty saying
that, but you're... incredible. It's just, Chris was annoying sometimes,
but he was my friend, and..." he trailed off.

She noted his use of the past tense. "And you owed it to him. You
wouldn't be the man I love if you didn't try." She paused a moment.
"Chris doesn't feel real to me, I forget that he was to you."

"Well, what's done is done, I guess." He looked her way again. "I can't
say I'm disappointed with how things turned out."

She froze in a sudden rush of understanding. {He tried. It wasn't *his*
fault the magic ran out yesterday, he didn't know! And now he's done
everything he could, he can't go back.} She felt a sudden rush of
gratitude for whatever had arranged all this. It had even minimized his
guilt.

It was like the sun had come out from behind clouds; the color came back
to Crissy's world. Even her hurt reaction would help him adjust, she
realized, help him really accept her as a separate person. Zack was
already falling for her; with Chris out of the picture, that loyalty
would shift her way.

He went on, confirming her suspicions. "You bought the ticket. It was
your idea. It should really be you getting the money."

She was deeply touched by the gesture. "No, it wouldn't be a winner
without you. It's your money." She grinned. "Besides, I'm sure you'll be
willing to share a little. I mean, a girl like me deserves a killer
wardrobe, right?"

"*Damn* straight," Zack replied. "But seriously, we'll split it. I at
least owe you that."

"You don't have to..."

"Yeah, I do."

                                  ---

Once they presented themselves and their ticket at the Lottery office,
the supervisor, one Carla Brannigan, had quickly appeared and ushered
them to her office. Before the couple could ask any questions, she was
already telling them what to expect. She didn't foresee any problems
verifying their claim, but it would take a day or so of processing.
Their names would be published and they would have to give one press
conference.

Most importantly, she confirmed no other jackpot tickets had been sold.
They had won the whole $181 million. "That's plenty big, but it's not a
record or anything. It won't attract much media attention," Carla said,
a bit regretfully.

Carla made a desultory try to convince them to take the annuity option,
but they insisted on the cash payout, even though it was lower. With
taxes and such, they would net 72 million dollars.

{It took care of *everything*,} Crissy thought. Exchanging glances with
Zack, she saw he'd had the same idea. He didn't want a media circus
either, and the amount was exactly what the old prize had been. {Even
the *taxes*.}

"As long as you don't go insane with it, that should last forever,"
Brannigan noted. "Money like that attracts cash faster than you can
spend it, if you've got any sense. Just put it in a money market account
and it'll make two million a year," she said, smiling. "And you can
invest it better than that. I'm not supposed to recommend any money
managers, but unofficially, I know of a few that past winners have been
pleased with..."

As they got to work on the claim forms, Crissy reflected on the
whirlwind events of yesterday and today. She still wasn't sure exactly
what had happened. Her memories and identity as Crissy felt rock-solid,
certain, incontrovertible. 'Chris' was a pale ghost - the memories were
just data, with no emotional connection. From her perspective, they were
'grafted in' at that moment in the parking lot.

{Was I really *changed*? Or did I already exist, and this Zack and
Chris' memories were 'brought here' from another universe or something?
Maybe 'my' Zack has a new buddy, Chris?} she pondered.

And maybe she really was a transformed Chris, rationalizing her own
brainwashing.

Ultimately she decided she just didn't care. However this had come
about, it was exactly what she wanted and she wouldn't change a thing,
even if it were possible now. She was happy when Zack was happy, and he
was very happy. She could tell. Besides, Chris had never been this
joyful in his whole life.

A realization struck her. Whether created or found, she had somehow been
selected as Zack's fantasy. He wasn't into nonconsensual sex; he wanted
his girl to have a good time. He didn't want to dominate his partner.
({Not *all* the time, anyway,} she thought as she grinned, a pleasant
flush spreading through her as she imagined the games they could play.)
He liked smart, flirtatious, adventurous, uninhibited women.

Some women had to work to please their man, and put up with at least
some things they didn't like. All *she* had to do was act naturally, as
she wanted. And Zack would love it.

                                  ---

The return drive across the bridge had been much more cheerful. "Oh my
God, Zack, 72 fucking million dollars! We can do anything, go anywhere!"
Crissy exclaimed for probably the tenth time as they pulled into a
parking spot by their apartment building. Since most people were still
at work, it was close to their door again.

Zack had done well focusing on driving, but the grin hadn't left his
face in over an hour. "I know, I know," he said again, also probably for
the tenth time. The engine shut off, and Crissy spilled onto his lap.

After some very heavy petting, Zack spoke up. "I've been thinking. All
of this... it's so... it's too much. We should do something with the
money. Something good. Like, set up a charity for kids, give it maybe 30
million." He grinned a bit sheepishly. "I mean, I think we can make do
with 40 mil or so."

Crissy just stared for the longest time. Zack lost his grin and started
to look concerned. That spurred her to action. She hugged him as hard as
she could, and cried, "No wonder I love you so much!"

Eventually they made it out of the truck, up the stairs, and into their
apartment. It took several minutes, what with all the breaks for torrid
kisses and giddy laughter and so forth.

As they fell onto the couch, Crissy sighed, "God, it's just *perfect*,
everything's so *perfect*!" She lay her whole body on top of his,
kissing his face, neck, hair, anything in reach. "As if *you* weren't
enough!"

For some reason, that seemed to sober Zack up a little, and he looked in
her eyes. "Crissy, why do you love me? I mean, it's not like I'm some
awesome catch..."

She laughed. "You kidding? You're sweet, thoughtful, generous, gorgeous,
amazing in bed, and now you're *rich*, too!"

He still looked doubtful. "Try telling Karen that."

An exasperated sigh interrupted him. "Karen can go fuck herself. She
never treated you right anyway. *I* love you because I've lived with you
for years, and I *know* you. Why can't you just accept it and be happy?"

"But would you feel that way if I hadn't..."

"*Yes*, I would. I mean, why does anybody love anybody? You make me
happy."

A long pause. "I just... It's still too much. I don't deserve this."

"*Something* thought you deserved this. *I* do."

"I don't even know what *could* have done all this. Aliens?"

Grabbing his face, she bent low and stared intensely into his eyes. "I
don't *care*. I don't care if it was aliens or sunspots or an Act of
Congress that 'made' me love you! I *love* you, and you had better *get
used to it*!"

Slowly, he smiled, and she matched him. "I'm sorry. Everything's so
great, I just have a hard time believing it. I keep looking for a
catch." Something seemed to loosen, to let go inside him. "But there
isn't one, is there?" he asked, wonderingly.

"No, and I won't let you invent one. Get your clothes off, we've had,
like, two fights today and we're about to have our first make-up sex."

Zack started, then he began yanking his shirt up over his head. Crissy
was right behind. Very soon they were naked. Though it made the
logistics of their stripping more difficult, she stayed on top. Zack
was, for the moment, following her lead. Crissy was gratified to see how
quickly he was ready - frustratingly few of her girlfriends had gotten
aroused as rapidly as she usually did.

The couch was fairly deep so there was room for her to straddle him. He
reached up for her breasts, but she pushed his arms back down. "No,
obviously I need to *prove* how much I love you," she proclaimed
mock-seriously. "You just lay back and don't move." She loved games and
playing the 'haughty mistresses' sounded like fun.

She reached between her legs, grasping Zack's engorged dick. Sliding the
tip back and forth along the moist channel between her labia, she
simultaneously excited and lubricated him. He shifted a little and she
gave him a very stern, admonishing look, continuing to tease him.

He stilled. After a few moments, she positioned herself and, sitting
down, enveloped him. Despite her attempt to maintain an amused, almost
detached demeanor, it forced a small gasp out of her. Even the most
supple dildo had never felt as good, as *right* as Zack's cock. She saw
in his eyes that he'd noticed her flustered expression, the crack in her
facade.

Recovering, she reasserted command of her face and began to move. Up and
down, with more and more force. Then she paused at the top of her stroke
and moved her hips in small circles, swirling her pussy around him. Her
aristocratic smile widened, very slightly, at his low groan.

Pausing a moment, with him half inside her, she ran her nails along his
chest. She gave him a 'wave' squeeze with her vaginal muscles - pinching
first the opening, and then farther in. It took concentration and
practice, but she'd amused a few girlfriends before with that skill.
Judging from Zack's wide eyes, it worked even better on pricks than
fingers.

She eased back down, taking her time. He took in a sharp breath as she
settled onto his hips. {So deep...} The mask of her face didn't betray
her feelings, but the wetness that had doused his pubic hair must have
given him some indication. Her own hips moved forward and back, her
clitoris sparking as it slid along. She pulled back further each time,
stretching, flexing his erection more and more. {Just a hint of pain, a
little uncertainty. Make him wonder how far I'll take it. Key him up...}

Back to penetration. Up, down. She tried to keep a firm rein on her
thoughts, but it was so easy to stimulate her favorite spots, and he
felt so astounding inside her, that gradually she lost track of herself.
Eventually she was moaning, her eyes closed and her back arched. The
walls of her vagina pulsed rhythmically; squeezing him delighted her,
and she was just glad he seemed to enjoy it, too.

She dropped forward, supporting herself with her arms, eyes still
closed. Breathing raggedly, but still pumping. Zack's hands began to
stroke her legs; she opened her eyes and beheld his slightly awed
expression.

His touch, his eyes; Crissy's control wavered. By force of will, she
kept her orgasm at bay, maintaining her steady motion. Fingertips slid
past her hips, up her sides, stopping just beside her breasts. She
couldn't push them away; she felt she'd explode if she even acknowledged
them.

It couldn't have lasted like that for very long, but time was moving
very strangely for her now. Some period later, she heard Zack pant her
name. "Crissy...", almost whispering.

He was breathing hard, too. His eyes glowed. No longer caring anymore
about her game, unable to hold back from the wave of emotion swamping
her, she fell onto him, mashing mouth and tongue with his, groaning as a
nova of pleasure set her body aflame. And yet, some part of her was
distinctly aware of his thrusting, his coming.

Faint echoes of their gasps came to her ears. They lay awhile, limp on
the couch, lungs slowly catching up with the rest of their bodies.
Recognizing the look in his eyes, Crissy was satisfied. {I guess I
proved it after all...}

                                  ---

Celebrations were certainly in order, and their credit cards could fund
an expensive night on the town even though the money wouldn't be awarded
until tomorrow. Zack had spent some time on the phone making sure their
bank would be ready for the fund transfers while Crissy got ready.

As Zack was hanging up the phone from making their reservations, she
stepped out from her bedroom wearing her 'special occasion little black
dress'. It was a short, sheer, stretchy, form-hugging tube mini-dress
that ran from just over her nipples down just past her derriere. Strips
of translucent mesh, a few inches wide, ran up both sides, crisscrossed
with laces. Almost every movement flashed her matching (and skimpy)
black panties. The heels on her strappy black pumps weren't outrageously
high - they *were* going dancing, after all - but still set her legs off
nicely.

She hadn't slathered on the makeup, feeling that subtle worked best in
that area. Simple hoop earrings were her only jewelry. She stopped at
the end of hall and posed.

Zack let out a low whistle. "Whoa. You are so *hot*!" He looked her up
and down, wolfishly.

No matter how many times it happened, she melted inside whenever Zack
complimented her looks, noticed her as a woman. Smiling with undisguised
joy, she said, "Come on, baby, let's get you ready."

                                  ---

Dressing up Zack in some of his nicer clothes had been like a trip back
to her girlhood, except none of her dolls had been anatomically correct.
Or smelled so good. Or kissed back.

He was idling the truck in line for the valet station at the restaurant
as she inspected the repairs to her makeup in the visor mirror. She
decided everything was in order as they pulled up to the front entrance.
Giggling at the valet's almost bug-eyed stare, she allowed him to help
her out of the truck. She waited until Zack joined her; then,
arm-in-arm, they walked in.

It was quite a high-end establishment. Crissy had eaten here once,
during a torrid affair with a doctor - the same one who'd given her the
high-tech phone. A few eyebrows were raised (and heads turned) at her
dress, but they were seated briskly in a comfortable rounded booth.

When they ordered their meals Zack asked for recommendations on wine and
chose the most expensive, of course. He'd always been a bit shy in
formal situations, and just by her appearance they were drawing
attention, but he didn't seem as nervous as she'd expected. She was
proud of him. {I knew you had it in you, baby!}

Could her confidence in him be making him feel more confident? She'd
read somewhere that being seen with an attractive woman raised a man's
social status, and she'd certainly tried to make herself attractive.
{Suddenly being filthy rich probably doesn't hurt either.} Now that she
thought to look, some of the furtive glances at their table were at
Zack, particularly from the women.

All these thoughts percolated at the back of her mind, but the vast
majority of her attention was on being out on a date with the man she
loved. Letting everyone see she was *his* woman. Maybe it was her
traditional upbringing, but there was something almost instinctually
satisfying about the whole affair.

As they talked, making all sorts of wild plans for their newfound
wealth, she played footsie with him. Gripped by a sudden naughty
impulse, she glanced around, thinking. {The tablecloth is down to the
floor... and it'll be at least twenty minutes before the food comes...}

She slid around the curve of the booth to get next to him, then leaned
in and gave him a big kiss. The equipment she was working on was still a
bit unfamiliar, but she'd always been good with her hands. It took Zack
a few seconds to realize what she was doing.

"Wha... what the hell?" he exclaimed, quietly but intensely, looking
around frantically to see if anyone had noticed, his hand joining hers
at his crotch.

"Relax," she said breezily, "no one can see anything." She dexterously
batted his hand away and finished extracting his member. "I just
realized, I haven't given you a handjob yet, and this is a perfect place
for it." Maintaining an innocent expression, she went on evenly, "But
someone might notice if you keep wriggling like that."

"Are you *crazy*?" he asked softly, sliding forward to hide his lower
body, trying not to draw attention.

"No," she smiled, "rich people are eccentric. Besides, Little Zack here
isn't acting shy." It was true; he was stiffening rapidly as she stroked
and fondled his prick under the table, careful to keep the visible part
of her arm still.

Catching Zack's eyes, never pausing her fingertips on his cock, she
reached out with a knife in her other hand and cut a bit of butter from
the ball in front of them. She picked it up and snaked it under the
table. He flinched slightly as the cold butter touched him, but it
speedily melted. Her hand glided smoothly now. "Don't worry, I'll lick
it off later," she whispered, an innocent expression on her face as her
fingers tweaked the head of his rock-hard penis.

Zack was a bit flushed and breathing deeply at this point. He stared as
she almost daintily tongued the butter off the fingers of her free hand.
He'd been trying to see if anyone was paying them any mind, but as she
worked he'd become understandably distracted. Thus the sudden appearance
of their waitress clearly caught him by surprise.

"Your salads should be out any minute now. Is everything all right? Can
I get you anything?" she asked.

Zack was silent, but Crissy gave her a demure smile and said, "Actually,
I could use a little more water..." Her hand didn't pause.

"Of course, just a moment." She ambled off toward the kitchen. Crissy
continued to jerk Zack off. It felt delicious, a mix of power and
supplication. She was both mistress and servant, in control and devoted
to his pleasure.

His hands rested on the table; Crissy could see the tension as they
pressed down but she doubted anyone else would notice. Her other hand
deftly brought the napkin from her lap to his dick as she sensed he was
getting close.

"God, I love the way you look when you're about to come," she said
quietly, gazing into his eyes. "Like a beast, a bull, a lion. Like
nothing could stop you." No one would have guessed what she was saying
from her cheerful, carefree manner.

Zack let out a soft grunt as he began pumping his load, which she caught
in the cloth. She continued stroking, squeezing out the last of his
ejaculate and wiping off most of the butter. She brought her hands out
from under the table and set the crumpled serviette aside.

Their waitress returned as Zack was recovering. "There you go," she
said, filling Crissy's glass. If she noticed his somewhat feverish
appearance she gave no sign. "Do you need anything else?"

"Yes, can I get another napkin, please?"

                                  ---

Crissy swayed, bouncing her hips and waving her arms. She was a great
dancer, and she knew it. Zack wasn't exactly Fred Astaire but she worked
to make him look good. {He sure looks good to me!}

Getting into the nightclub had been no problem at all. The truck by
itself had helped them stand out, and her appearance and status as a
regular, along with a substantial honorarium for the doorman, ensured
they were 'added to the mix' without the slightest wait. They'd been
dancing for almost an hour now, having a blast.

She turned and backed into Zack, grinding her ass into his crotch,
giving him a good freak. Her hands went above her head as his settled
onto her hips. They moved in unison, and she only wished they were doing
in reality what they were miming.

The song ended, another blending in. She whirled out of his grasp and
faced him; she wanted to see him, watch his body in motion. She never
tired of that. Her arms still raised, she worked in some belly-dancing
moves she'd learned from an old girlfriend. The desire in Zack's eyes
was most encouraging, as were the scattering of appreciative catcalls
from nearby dancers. They had been drawing a bit of attention.

She moved in tight, and they rocked back and forth, arms about each
other. They kissed urgently as Zack's hand roamed to her butt, pulling
her close. Her moan was inaudible over the blasting music but she
suspected the emotion that drove it was being clearly conveyed.

That song started winding down, and in the relative quiet, he shouted,
"I'm thirsty! Wanna hit the bar?"

"Sounds good!" she called back. "Meet you there! Gotta hit the ladies
room!" She snuck one glance at his rear as he strode away.

It was much quieter in the bathroom, though it was a little crowded and
several conversations were in progress. She checked herself in the
mirror as she waited for a stall. {A little sweaty, but everything's
still in place.}

Someone called out from by the sinks, "Damn, Crissy, it really *is* you!
" She turned, recognizing the voice. Taniqua was the girlfriend of a
co-worker. "I thought I was trippin'. I never seen any girl had less use
for men!"

"Just my Zack," she replied, beaming. There was no point in hiding it,
even if she'd any inclination to. But she had a good idea what was
coming as Renee came out of a stall, a frown on her face.

Crissy slid past her and closed the door, but Renee still began
lecturing. "I can't believe *you* would fall into some phallocentric
crypto-slavery! Bad enough most womyn identify with their oppressors too
much to..."

"Oh, give it a rest," Crissy interrupted. "This isn't work, I don't have
to listen to that crap." {Hey, I don't have to go to work anymore!} She
liked her job, but that was still a happy thought. Work had its
downsides, Renee being a sizable one. The militant started to take
advantage of the pause, but Crissy drove on. "It isn't political with
me, I'm just not into guys. Except one."

"Womyn will never be free as long as so many keep fraternizing with the
enemy..."

Another voice interrupted this time. "Guys ain't 'the enemy'. Oh, sure,
a good half of 'em are assholes, but there's decent ones, too." A smile
crept into the voice. "And some of 'em are so damn *fuckable*."

As she came out of the stall, Crissy recognized who was talking. Shawna
was a petite, shapely redhead with many piercings and a few tattoos. She
was a relatively frequent customer at the store - a sexual adventuress
not unlike Crissy herself, but less restrictive when it came to gender
selection. They had hooked up one night; a meaningless fling, but a lot
of fun. The memory put a little warmth in Crissy's heart, and more in
other places.

She still liked girls... a lot. That hadn't changed, and she couldn't
imagine it changing. But she *loved* Zack, and couldn't conceive of life
without him, either. {Good thing I can have both!} she thought.

An image came to her mind; Zack on his back, her straddling him, impaled
on his length. And Shawna sitting on his face... kissing her as Zack
fucked and sucked them both. {She's bi, she'd do it, too!}

She wasn't jealous about Zack that way. {I don't mind sharing his dick
so long as I keep his heart.} Crissy understood better than most women
that sex and love weren't necessarily tied. While she'd be devastated if
he fell in love with another girl, she was thoroughly aroused at the
idea of watching him pleasure one. {I'm going to have to wear thicker
panties if I'm going to get so wet all the time!} And, circumstances
being what they were, the simple fact that she felt that way was a good
indication that she didn't have to worry about trusting him.

Renee had started some kind of retort, but Crissy ignored her as she
washed her hands, addressing Shawna. "You here with anybody? Got plans
for later?"

A jaded but curious expression was on Shawna's face. "Whaddaya got in
mind?"

"I'm still learning about guys. Zack's awesome, but I was thinking it
might be fun if you could help show me the ropes..." she said slyly.

A pause. "Awesome, huh?"

"Made a believer out of me."

The redhead thought about it for a moment. "Sure, why the hell not? Been
a while since I was in a good threesome. Lemme just tell my friends I
don't need a ride."

"Great! We'll meet you at the bar." Moving to the sink, she admired the
girl's tits in the mirror as Shawna left.

Taniqua was almost laughing at the interchange, but Renee was
practically in shock. "You... I can't... Don't you realize you're just
playing right into his fantasies?"

"Why not?" was Crissy's blithe rejoinder as she breezed out the door.
"Especially when they're *my* fantasies, too."

                                  ---

She danced a little as she made her way through the crowd, too happy and
excited to contain herself. She spotted Zack, then frowned as she
noticed the mixture of irritation and dismay on his face. As she got
past a large clot of people, she saw the reason.

It was Karen; a guy had his arm around her shoulder. He looked somehow
familiar to Crissy. {Brad something. He was at that party Karen
threw...} Crissy had been forced to reject his advances rather firmly.
{Asshole.} She hadn't told Zack or Karen, not wanting to make trouble
for them. {Well, for Zack, anyway. The old Zack.} A quick check of
Chris' memories didn't reveal anything likely to trip the new Zack up in
conversation.

She approached them from the side, trying to avoid notice as long as
possible. She wanted to be able to back Zack up if needed. He and Karen
weren't quite arguing, but their conversation was clearly heated.
Karen's face had that pinched look Crissy had always hated. She was a
paralegal, studying for the bar, and as far as Crissy was concerned,
already had all the worst features of a lawyer.

She got close enough to make out words. "...so upset... *said* we...
other people..." Karen's voice was sharp. Brad gave off an air of amused
indifference as he looked on.

Zack's voice was flat. "That's not the point. I just realized that
'business trip' to Seattle had some pleasure mixed in, didn't it?"

Karen looked nonplussed for a moment - not so much embarrassed as
annoyed to be caught out. She tended to follow the precept that the best
defense is a good offense, however, and riposted quickly. "So I saw this
coming a month ago. If my needs were being met I wouldn't have been
driven to it."

"Oh, so it's *my* fault you cheated on me?" He wasn't yelling, but he
was clearly furious. "If you had 'needs' you could have *talked* to me.
"

Karen had apparently decided to abandon trying to salvage anything from
the situation. "What's the point?" she asked dryly. "You don't have any
idea how to please a woman."

{That's my cue!} She stepped forward, to the surprise of all concerned.
"I wouldn't say *that*," Crissy said, draping herself against Zack after
a quick but powerful kiss. "He sure rocks *my* world." She gave Karen a
whithering, frigid stare.

"*You*?!" Karen was totally flustered for a few seconds. Then she
noticed Brad's appreciative gaze at Crissy's body in the revealing dress
and elbowed him.

Karen, like most aspiring lawyers, was skilled with her voice. It fairly
dripped contempt as she sneered, "Figures you'd hook up with *her*. You
always were a pussy."

Zack started to retort, but Crissy's expression was positively glacial
now as she broke in. "Lots of guys fantasize about being man enough to
'convert' a lesbian." A contemptuous nod toward Brad. "Way too many,
take my word for it." She was gratified to see Karen glaring at him
again, and his sudden, nervous interest in his drink.

Crissy's gaze toward Zack was much warmer, and she pressed herself
closely against him. "Zack's the only guy I ever heard of who actually
*is* man enough." She looked over Karen's shoulder. "Hey, Shawna, you
ready?"

Shawna approached and gave Crissy a quick peck on the cheek, running her
hand across Zack's shoulder and arm as she turned to face the other
couple. Seeing their dumbfounded expressions, she frowned. Crissy knew
she didn't like her sexual habits judged. "Who are the stiffs?" she
asked, irritated.

"This is Zack's ex, Karen." Crissy nodded to Brad, and continued, "Turns
out she was cheating on him."

Shawna gave the pair a jaded once-over. "No big loss," she pronounced
dismissively. Karen's outraged look was priceless.

Sidling up to Zack, Shawna planted an intensive kiss on his surprised
lips, enjoying her offended audience. "You're cute, and Crissy says
you're good in bed. Let's get out of here, huh?" she asked, raising an
eyebrow Crissy's way. Smiling, they turned to leave.

Karen had totally lost control by this point. Livid, she shrieked, "Go
have fun with your cheap sluts! Back at your shitty apartment! Brad's
going to be a partner any day now, and as soon as I pass the bar I'll be
an associate!" Ignoring the stares she was starting to draw, she kept
yelling shrilly after them. "We'll be rich, and you'll always be poor!"
Brad looked as if he wished he were elsewhere.

Crissy and Zack stopped and burst into laughter. Karen, glaring, finally
bit out, "What the hell is so funny?"

Almost helpless with mirth, Crissy opened her mouth, but Zack held up a
hand. "Oh, no. *I* get to tell her."

He looked at Karen with contempt, and something like pity; that seemed
to boost her rage even more. "I won the Lotto, babe. 181 million." A
moment's pause, and he smiled. "I guess you can keep those DVDs you
borrowed."

Her face actually went pale. She was finally speechless, her mouth
opening and closing silently. "I was going to tell you Saturday," he
continued gently, "but, well, you said you needed some space..." Crissy
felt a sudden wave of lust looking at Zack's predatory grin. {Yeah,
baby, stick it to her!} It wasn't exactly true - from his perspective,
anyway - but Karen deserved to twist a little. {I knew you'd stand up to
her one day!}

                                  ---

Sensing the probability of a large tip, the valet had produced the truck
with alacrity, and presented it to them with flair. Nor was he
disappointed, for they had pulled out as much cash as the ATMs would
allow. The trio piled in, Zack at the wheel and Crissy in the middle. As
they roared out onto the street, she thoughtfully remarked, "You know,
she did have a point. We don't *have* to go to the apartment..."

Zack smiled with her. "How about that place where Toby got married?"

"Perfect!" She looked at Shawna. "What do you say, how about an
executive suite?"

"Holy shit. You really *did* win the Lotto!" the girl replied, eyes
wide.

"Yup. We get the money tomorrow. Tonight, we party!" Crissy shouted,
throwing her arms wide and laying them across her compatriots'
shoulders. She tickled Zack's ear, and the pickup wobbled a bit.

"Take it easy!" Zack cried, laughing. "Let's get to there in one piece,
okay?"

"Fine," she mock-pouted. "I don't *have* to play with you," she said,
turning her eyes Shawna's way. A grin answered her raised eyebrow.

Crissy slid close (the lap belt didn't impede her movements much) and
planted her lips on the other girl's. Her hands slid along Shawna's bare
sides as the redhead kissed her back. Shawna's left hand curved around
her back and pulled her close, the right migrating down Crissy's thigh
as their nearer legs intertwined. {I've missed this,} she thought,
enjoying the play of their tongues, the caresses. {Zack's may be
awesome, but, well, just because I love ice cream doesn't mean I can't
enjoy some pie, too...}

She eased one hand under Shawna's tank top, cupping her breast and
gently tweaking a nipple. For her part Shawna had a hand up what little
there was of Crissy's dress, teasing her through the sheer fabric of her
panties. The breath of both girls came faster, voicing soft moans. The
skirt of Crissy's minidress was bunched at her waist now, and Shawna's
top was just a band running between her shoulders, covering neither
breast.

Crissy mouth worked down, across Shawna's cheek, then neck. Before long
teeth and tongue were servicing nipples. Shawna's hand still played at
the brunette's crotch, but her other hand pulled down Crissy's dress and
caressed the newly-exposed globes.

A jolt startled the pair. Zack had pulled up short at a stoplight,
inches from the car in front. His eyes were very wide.

The girls laughed. "Eyes front, mister!" Crissy teased. "You wanted to
drive your nice big truck, so drive!"

A pair of orgasms later, they arrived at the hotel. The girls rearranged
their clothes quickly, but nevertheless made the valet's night.

The trio was subjected to many other bemused appraisals as they made
their way to the front desk. The guests in the lobby didn't seem to be
familiar with, or approve of, clubwear. Certainly the desk clerk was a
bit perturbed.

"May I help you... sir?" he asked. He was skilled with his voice, too;
the slight hesitation before the honorific spoke volumes.

"Yeah, I'd like... what's your most expensive suite?" Zack asked.
Remembering his companions, he hastily added, "With a king size bed."

The clerk regarded them with icy reserve. "Sir, I believe your..."
another masterful pause as he nodded very slightly at the girls, "needs
would best be met at another facility. The cost of the Presidential
Suite is..."

Crissy broke in brusquely, heedless of the clerk's irritation. "You see
this guy? Just won the Lotto. You can either insure repeat business and
big tips, or watch the money walk out the door." Her voice carried well
in the lobby. The clerk looked startled now, and a bit concerned. "Your
choice. Make it, fast."

"Is there a problem?" a woman asked, approaching from the back room.

Crissy's eyes flashed, checking nametags and comparing them to the note
posted behind the desk. "You're the manager?"

"Yes. Can I help you?" She must have heard everything. Certainly her
tone was much more polite.

"I hope so, because Bob here won't. My boyfriend asked for the
Presidential Suite, but maybe there's a dress code?"

The night manager frowned at the very abashed clerk. "Oh, no, we
encourage our guests to feel comfortable." She brushed him out of the
way and began typing at the computer. "How long will you be staying with
us? Do you have any luggage?"

                                  ---

Crissy sat in a luxurious chair, enjoying the spectacle on the bed
before her. Zack was on top of Shawna, energetically fucking her. From
the sounds she was making, he wasn't doing too bad a job.

The bed, an elaborate, canopied four-poster, was comfortably sized for
all three, but Crissy had elected to watch this time. Her fingers
stroked her clit poking from under its hood and alternate nipples, of
course - seeing Zack with Shawna was just as arousing as she'd
anticipated. And from his occasional sidelong glances, he found the
sight of her masturbating exciting, too. She had plenty of space to
spread out in the amply-sized chair and give him an excellent viewing
angle.

Indeed, the lavishly appointed master bedroom could have fit several
more beds and chairs, and it was only part of the suite. The centerpiece
was the oversized, decadently comfortable bed, while floor-to-ceiling
windows gave them a panoramic vantage point over the bay and much of
downtown. {If anyone has binoculars out there, they're getting a hell of
a show,} she thought, amused.

The bathroom alone was as big as any hotel room she'd stayed in before,
all done in black marble, and sported not just a shower and jacuzzi but
a sauna as well. There was a den with a full conference table and a
high-def projection TV. A spare bedroom nearly as large as the master. A
fully-stocked wet bar and pantry. And more. Touring it had actually
distracted them from fucking - at least for a little while. But not long
after their personal concierge had discreetly departed (with a handsome
tip, of course), they'd been all over each other.

The festivities had started with general kissing and stroking. It was
cute how tentative Zack had been at first, but it hadn't taken long for
him to adjust to the situation. He'd received a crash course in adapting
to new circumstances, after all, and the girls were far from
discouraging. Certainly most of his fears must have been allayed by the
time they'd stripped him - he hadn't been at all shy about ripping off
their clothing.

Once they were naked, Shawna had moved up to Zack and given a firm but
approving tug on his cock as she ran her nails up his side. He'd leaned
forward to kiss her as Crissy knelt next to them, licking and rubbing
whatever struck her fancy. After the kiss, he'd looked down at her, the
question obvious in his eyes. Touched, Crissy had smiled her
reassurance; she really didn't mind.

After that, Zack and Shawna had gotten quite busy. Crissy mostly stayed
out of the way and played a supporting role, appreciating the show.
After a time she'd stolen away and taken a seat.

She had found the process of putting on the condom fascinating, and
almost hilarious. {Glad I'll never need one of those! I've been fucked
by rubber gloves, and skin is better!} It was a lot harder for a lesbian
to catch an STD, and pregnancy was never a concern. One or two partners
had insisted on 'dental dams' or similar precautions and it had always
gotten in the way - literally. {That thing has got to cut down on
sensation for him, too.}

Watching Zack and Shawna pleasuring each other was fascinating in an
entirely different way. The mechanics of coupling between men and women
were much more dramatic in person than on a screen. Seeing how they fit
together gave Crissy a better idea of how she and Zack must look when
they were screwing. A delightful idea.

{Mental note: mirrors on the ceiling in our bedroom. We can certainly
afford it now.}

Zack leaned forward and began to devour Shawna's breasts; she wriggled,
then kissed the top of his head. His ass moved up and down under
Crissy's ardent supervision. She'd been (indirectly and subtly) working
to teach him to be a better lover; she could see his technique had
improved even since yesterday. {Not that I had any complaints!} And
Crissy herself was learning a few things about how a heterosexual female
went about her business. She was exquisitely sensitive to what pleased
Zack, and carefully noted what Shawna was doing when he was most
enjoying himself.

Watching (and planning, and fantasizing), she came powerfully; not the
sharp explosions she received when Zack was inside her, but a long, slow
wave, building gradually, peaking, and dying away bit by bit. It still
hadn't quite passed before the other two had finished theirs.

Through the afterglow, she watched Zack roll off Shawna to the side.
"This is insane," he panted as their eyes met. "I can't come five times
a day forever." He didn't look too unhappy, though.

Shawna, breathing heavily herself, lifted her head and stared back and
forth at them with surprise and respect. "Jesus, Crissy, you need to
give him a break! Guys ain't like girls, you don't want it to fall off!"

Crissy smiled. "He's stronger than that. But," she went on, standing up,
"I suppose he's earned some rest." She walked past the haphazard
scattering of clothes on the floor, over to Zack's side of the bed, and
bent down to her purse (giving him an extreme close-up view of her
cleavage). She rummaged for a few moments and stood up holding a compact
but elaborate vibrator.

She heard Shawna chuckle. "Takin' your work home with you, huh?"

"You know it." She walked around the bed and approached Shawna. The toy
was abstract, but had ways to stimulate almost anything between a
woman's legs, all at once. Crissy had avoided vibrators that looked
anthropomorphic before. Now that she'd felt Zack inside her, she
suspected she had been needlessly stubborn. {Although I can't imagine
anything feeling as good as him, let alone better.}

Shawna stretched out a little and shifted, making room on the edge of
the bed for Crissy. One leg curled up slightly, and her nipples were
stiffening again as the item in Crissy's hands began to buzz softly. She
knelt on the bed next to the redhead, her left hand rubbing along the
girl's torso as her right, tingling with the hum of the vibrator, moved
slowly along her inner thigh toward the wisps of red hair above her
pussy.

It was fun for its own sake, but being able to put on a show - doing it
in front of Zack - gave it a special charge. That clearly had some
appeal for Shawna, as well; she also was enjoying his hungry gaze.

{Y'know, it'd make sense that I'd be friends with any girls like her
around here. The better to help Zack meet them...} Sexual libertines
were more common in the San Francisco area than perhaps elsewhere, and
her job put her in contact with many of them. But even so, it *did*
seem, reviewing her memories, that she was acquainted with an improbably
large number of attractive women who would be open to a threesome (or
more) with her and Zack.

As one hand curled gently around Shawna's nearer breast, her thumb
lightly stroked the nipple. The hand holding the vibrator was making
lazy circles and loops about the reclining girl's vulva but wasn't
approaching too closely yet. Crissy bent forward, slowly, her hair
falling forward to lightly brush on Shawna's belly. Never pausing her
hands, she lightly kissed along her mid-torso. She took the piercing
through the belly button between her teeth and pulled, carefully but
firmly, to what she judged was just short of actual pain.

The girl hissed inward between her teeth. Crissy could feel the tension
starting to build, could hear her breath accelerate. She let go of the
metal nub; there was still much to do before she'd let the redhead come
again. Her lips worked up to her freckled breasts, and began an
elaborate and teasing hunt for the nipples. The vibrator moved to the
outer lips, and languorously glided up one and down the other.

Shawna groaned softly and reached her arms over her head, grabbing onto
the post at the corner. Crissy's tongue flicked at a nipple, her hand
sliding up Shawna's neck to stroke her cheek. Her mouth transitioned
smoothly to the other breast, licking and kissing all the way, ending
with a wet smooch on the stiff nipple. Meanwhile the central shaft of
the vibrator was humming directly outside the redhead's passage, the tip
just peeking in. It hovered there, tingling, driving Shawna to flex her
hips in a vain attempt to pull it in. The brunette smiled slightly, even
as she continued to tenderly devour the breast before her.

Now her mouth made its way upward, spending time at a shoulder, a
collarbone, the side of a neck. She settled onto her elbow as the tip of
the shaft peeked ever so slightly into the red-haired and sopping
channel. The brunette played her lips across chin and cheeks before
meeting an ardent welcome at the other girl's mouth.

It took dexterity and practice to use the tool she wielded, but Crissy
had both. The central shaft was moving gently in and out now, pulling
little hitching gasps from Shawna as their tongues danced. The
brunette's free hand cupped the girl's cheek, holding her head in place
even as she trembled. Then a shift of Crissy's fingers, and the lower
prong of the device pushed with a trilling buzz against Shawna's anus. A
long moan was wrenched from her at this surprise, and her whole body
jerked. But Crissy had been ready for that and the toy smoothly
maintained its pumping and the kiss only intensified.

Shawna's chest was heaving now; her breasts jostled against Crissy's.
The brunette's nipples were rock-hard as well, and she could feel the
lubrication of her own pussy starting to leak past her labia. Despite
her focus on the task at hand, some part of her was keenly aware of
Zack's attention, making sure it was both pleasurable for them and at
the same time arousing for their audience. She had seen plenty of
lesbian porn; not just the kind that was aimed toward women but also
many of the movies appealing to men. She had a good idea of what Zack
would like to see.

By now Crissy was almost horizontal, balanced next to her panting,
groaning victim. Her leg slid over the other girl's, holding them down
in gentle but unyielding restraint. The hand with the vibrator was
moving much more forcefully, relentlessly thrusting, a zap on her anus
with each downstroke. The other hand curled into the red hair, holding
her head down; not painfully, but firmly. Both moaned as they kissed
passionately. Shawna's arms were taut over her head, hands gripping the
post with white knuckles.

Crissy slowed the pace of the strokes very slightly, not wanting to set
the girl off just yet. She rubbed her breasts on Shawna's, the toes on
her free leg tickling the redhead's foot. Pulling her head back, she let
both of them catch their breath for a moment.

She sensed when it was time. Shawna would come within seconds on her
own, unable to contain herself any further. But Crissy was in control,
and it was important that Shawna know this. So without warning she
deftly flicked a switch, putting the vibrator to high gear, and rammed
it deeply into her channel, making sure the lower prong was tickling the
girl's asshole. Her leg pushed down on Shawna's and her mouth latched
onto the redhead's lips. The climax wasn't so much released as torn from
her, and it was far more intense because of that. It went on through
scream after muffled scream, the girl's whole body bucking with waves of
pleasure.

Gradually the earthquake began to pass. The screams became moans, the
lurches settled to shivers, and some rationality began to return to her
expression as their eyes met. Shawna's unspoken thanks shone in her
face.

At that precise moment Crissy shifted her thumb. The upper prong,
forgotten until now, bore down directly on Shawna's engorged clit, which
had received no direct stimulation since Crissy had begun. A soft
clattering could be heard as the tip shivered against the stud nestled
through her nub.

It was too much, too soon, as Crissy had known it would be. A whole new
orgasm wracked the redhead's exhausted body before the last one had
properly finished, and when they had finally ceased she was dazed,
spent, almost unconscious.

Crissy was on fire. She wasn't normally quite so dominant but Zack's
presence had inspired her. And as she'd hoped, the exhibition had
inspired him. His dick was turgid, pulsing, and his eyes were locked on
hers. Somewhere in there he'd gotten rid of the rubber.

She rolled over Shawna toward him, and nodded her head at the clock
reading 12:11. "A whole new day. You've still got five to go."

Their lips met with the same passion as the rest of their bodies. She
couldn't tell which was more exciting - holding and caressing him, or
his hands running all over her. It wasn't long before she was on her
back as he loomed above. His hand probed her pussy as he kissed and bit
her neck and shoulders.

Groaning, she reached between them and ran her fingers up his shaft,
gently gripping the slick soft head. She wondered if her own clit was
that large, so engorged did it feel. A hand on his shoulder to rear him
back, the other guiding him down as she lifted her hips. At last he was
in, and moving, and Crissy was moaning incoherently.

One hand roughly gripped Crissy's breast as Zack pumped into her. It
hurt just a little, but it was so insistent, so aggressive, so *male*
that she just found it more erotic. It wasn't like with most girls; they
'knew the territory' and tended to be more gentle.

Case in point, Shawna as she carefully settled over Crissy's face. The
scent and sight of an aroused pussy so close, as her own was being so
lustily plowed, put her on the verge of coming - not that she'd been far
to start with.

She began licking with gusto as her hands stroked the legs of both of
her partners. Shawna was facing Zack, and Crissy could hear their moans
and wet kisses. The sounds and the smells and the mental picture they
gave finally pushed her over the brink, and her cries of pleasure were
barely muffled by Shawna's haunches.

After a time she settled back down to merely a state of high arousal. As
Crissy regained use of her senses she resumed pleasuring the girl above
her. Her tongue, long practiced and well-conditioned, ran tireless,
delicious circles around the clit with occasional deep plunges into her
chasm. At the same time she angled her hips and bore down with her
vaginal muscles. She wasn't as experienced with men, but she was a
devoted student of Zack and had learned at a breakneck pace over the
last two days.

She kept teasing Shawna with her mouth, holding her on the brink of
coming while Zack approached his own release. Crissy's hands caressed
their legs and bellies; her own legs wrapped around his sides, pulling
him in on each stroke. She could sense the two embracing and kissing and
stroking each other on top of her. {It isn't quite my fantasy... but
hell, it's better!}

She picked up on the twitching, almost spasmodic signals that he was
about to come. Crissy made her move, snaking one hand to forcefully rub
Shawna's clit as her lips worked and tongue plunged into the girl's
slit. As planned, the redhead started to call out her release as Zack's
cock throbbed with his own. Crissy let go herself, joining them in a
three-way simultaneous orgasm.

It seemed to go on forever, for all of them, the shared sensations
acting like feedback to prolong the ecstasy. But eventually there was a
general collapse - Shawna rolling to one side, Zack pulling out and
almost falling to the other - as Crissy lay gasping in the middle.

                                  ---

Zack and Crissy cuddled together, Shawna dozing at the foot of the bed
wrapped in the comforter. The remains of a midnight room-service
breakfast were heaped on some trays in the den, but it had been eaten
giddily, playfully, and quite messily; a few signs of it had followed
them all into the bedroom. She chuckled a bit as she kissed him.

"What?" he whispered with a smile. A loving smile. A smile that made her
heart sing and her eyes mist.

"You taste good with maple syrup," she answered, returning the smile in
full measure.

"You taste good, period," he said, and proceeded to taste her about the
head, shoulders, and chest. Only when it appeared that her giggles might
wake Shawna did he relent.

She gave him a long, slow kiss, then rolled out of his grasp toward the
phone. At his grunt of protest, she whispered, "I'm just going to set up
a wake-up call. We don't want to miss the award thing! We've got to pay
for this!" As soon as the chore was finished she was back in his arms.

They lay that way for a time, spent and content. {It's never been so
good. And we haven't even done anything really kinky yet!} she
reflected. {Maybe that's for the best...} They would be together for the
rest of their lives - it was one of the things she was oddly certain of.
There would be *lots* of sex; it wouldn't do to use up her tricks too
quickly.

Just when she thought he might be falling asleep, he murmured, "What are
we going to do, y'know, after?"

"After what?"

"After we get the prize. I mean, we'll have to get the finances in
order, and I was serious about that charity. But then..."

Crissy shifted herself a little, getting comfortable. "I was thinking.
The *really* cool suites are in Vegas. And there's these two girls I
know, they moved out there to be dancers." She nuzzled her face into his
neck. "I bet if we were buying, they could show us a hell of a time..."

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