James was a typical guy in his sophomore year of college, mostly concerned with class, getting drunk, and getting laid. James liked to think of himself as a renaissance man — he worked hard in all facets of his life: school, sports, and social life alike. He had a core group of similarly minded friends, though not all as focused on the future. He lived with two of his buddies Dave and Alex in an apartment not far from campus. The common bond was what every guy wanted: a couple of drinks and a chance to score with one of the hot girls on campus.
James was walking back from class one day when something shiny caught his eye outside of a pawn shop.
Stuck between the pavement was some sort of coin. He reached down and picked it up, thinking it was a quarter he could use for quarter beer night on the bar strip near campus. He looked closer at the coin and saw something strange. “What the hell? How old is this coin? This has to be Roman or older.” he muttered under his breath.
On one face was a man — probably a roman emperor. The other a woman, but he couldn’t make out much. “I’ll have to see what the internet says about this — it could be my ticket to avoiding loans for this semester.” James put the coin in the pocket of his jeans and continued back to his apartment.
James opened the door to his apartment to find Dave and Alex with a twelve-pack of beer on the coffee table, the two with beer in hand. “What’s the occasion? Did one of you two manage to pass algebra?” James said with a half smirk on his face.
Dave replies, “Well fuck you too buddy, and I’ll have you know we’re cruising through stats right now.” James throws his bag in the corner and takes his seat on the couch. “Well after dropping the class last semester I’d sure hope so.” James quipped as he grabbed a beer.
After several more rounds of banter James asks “So it’s a Friday night and you guys are just gonna drink on the couch?”
“No way man. We’re pregaming. Haley and a bunch of her sorority friends invited us out tonight. That includes you too bud.” Alex said while tossing another beer to James.
“Oh hell yeah bro, Delta Zeta? You know what they say, ‘EZ DZ’!” James says with a chuckle while cracking open the can.
“Easy is right, and she invited Brittney too.” Dave replied. “The ditzy blonde with the rich dad? She’s got life on easy mode man.” Alex declared.
“That’s pretty much all of these girls — they don’t have to think, don’t have to work hard, they can just look pretty and fuck their way through life. I wish my life was that easy.” James said with another swig of his beer.
He felt something weird in his pocket, like when you take the jeans out of the drier and the metal button is still hot. The coin was somehow heating up. At the same time James started to feel dizzy, his sight began to blur as he called out to his friends. All he could hear were mumbled echoes of voices, words unintelligible. His vision continued to blur until it all faded to black. “Am I dead? Did I drink too much and lose consciousness?” he thought to himself as he floated in the void. “No way, I only had two beers.” he thought, trying to make sense of the madness in nothingness.
After a moment of contemplation he saw a light in the darkness. He was approaching the light slowly at first, but he felt an increasing velocity. He was being hurled into the light, violently and rapidly he began to regain his other senses. “Thank God, an end to this weird dream.” he thought as his vision filled with white. He could feel himself on a bed as his vision returned, blurred at first. He was sitting on a bed, strangely not laying down like how he would assume someone who just passed out would. When he regained his sight he was utterly confused, why was a laptop in front of him? Why was the room pink? He looked down and couldn’t believe what he saw…
“Like, ho-lee fucking shit.”
James said in a vapid, high pitched voice. The sound of his voice only alarmed him further. He was looking at a generous pair of boobs and long blonde hair. And what the fuck was she wearing? She inspected her apparently new body further and found she was wearing a skimpy white top and a short plaid skirt. “Nope, this is fucking nightmare. What kind of fucked up dream is this?” she thought to herself. Trying to retrieve her bearings, she looked to the mirror on the vanity to her left. What she saw made her jaw drop.
As she examined her image her stomach dropped, anxiety spiked, and panic set in. She had more than a handful of perky tits. They had to be past D cups, she wasn’t even wearing a bra! Her soft face and button nose together with her tiny stature made her look like the total opposite of masculinity. She was dressed like a slutty schoolgirl. Quickly she spotted a purse on the vanity and found a driver’s license. “Jaime Brooks? Born in November 2004?” she thought as she read the ID. That wasn’t her last name but the first name sounded like sick joke. “Born in 2004...” she contemplated, trying to do the math in her head. She struggled, it was like someone handed her a calculus exam while she had a 104 fever and the flu. “17? 19? Fuck why is this so hard.”
After a few minutes of arithmetic it hit her, she was eighteen. “God I’m a fucking idiot.” she tried to say chuckling to herself, but instead what came out with a giggle was
“Gawd, I’m such a dummy sometimes.”
A small victory turned to quick panic again, it was like she was talking through a filter. She sifted through her purse to find a student ID and her stomach dropped yet again. Student Identification Senior – Longwood Private Highschool She quickly looked at her iPhone with a pink case. She instinctively knew the unlock code and the first thing that popped up was her instagram, now she understood what the get-up was for. She saw her latest post captioned“Geometry is sooo hard, can anyone help me study?”.
“Pathetic,” Jaime thought to herself, “what kind of ditz needs help with geometry as a senior?” She looked at the laptop in front of her, with her geometry homework displayed. This stuff was easy. A quadrilateral with slanted sides?
“That’s a rhom… room… roomba?”
she said as stared quizzically at the screen. She pressed enter and was greeted with a message saying “Incorrect. Please try again.” A knock on her door jostled the thought out of her head. “Hey Jaime, your friend Thomas said he’s here to help you with your homework!” who could only be Jaime’s mom said as she ushered the boy into the room. “Just remember to be *studying* Jaime, your grade can’t afford you getting distracted.” she said with a wink. “What? No way, there has to be some kind of mistake.” she tried to say, but instead what came out was“What? Oh hey! I’m soooo glad you’re here to give me a hand Tommy!”
with a slight bite of her lip. Her head hurt struggling to say what was in her mind, she needed to relax or it felt like her head would explode. Jaime resolved to relax to get through this situation, then she could figure out a way to get back to normal. Could it have been that weird coin? Her mother closed the door to leave the two teenagers to their supposed geometry homework, shaking her head as she walked away. “Well at least she’s pretty… she can get by on her looks if nothing else.”“So, do you think you can help me with these problems? They’re like super hard...”
Jaime said twirling her hair with one hand. “Sure Jaime, no problem. But uhh….” he said gesturing at her shirt. Unbeknownst to Jaime the precarious position of her barely fitting knot-up shirt failed, leaving her breasts bare to the air and Tommy’s gaze. The realization made her feel just a little embarrassed with a small warm tingle below in her pelvis and the cold air stiffening her nipples slightly.
“Oopsies… That wasn’t supposed to happen...”
She said with a bubbly laugh and a quick tousling of her hair. “Sure.” Thomas said with a grin, “Like at that wardrobe malfunction at Jenny’s pool party last summer?” “Christ.” James thought to himself, pushed to the periphery of Jaime’s mind. How often does something like this happen to this girl?“Anyyyywayyyyss, so are you going to come over here and help me or what?”
Jaime said with a roll of her eyes as she quickly retied her top to keep her boobs as covered as the tiny shirt would allow. “No problem.” Thomas smirked as he jumped on the bed next to her, “Let’s see what we’re working with.” he said with a smile. Peeking at the laptop, he saw the problem she had pulled up for her geometry homework. “A quadrilateral with slanted sides? That’s a rhombus.” he said with a chuckle.“But that’s totally what I wrote!”
Jaime exclaimed, confused as to why it wouldn’t accept her answer. “You wrote roomba Jaime… You know, like the robot vacuum?” he retorted with a look of pity for the girl."Ohhhhh haha… yeah but that’s like super close.”
she replied with confidence. That made sense to James, it is pretty close. That’s a mistake anyone could make. Thomas gave a little side-eye and replied “Oh definitely, super close.”, the sarcasm completely lost on Jaime. “Let’s look at the next question.” he said. “What is a prism that has a circle as both the top and bottom sides?”“Uhhh… like a circle? OH WAIT! I have notes from class on this one!”
she giddily exclaimed as she spun around to grab the notes from her backpack next to her bed. She rummaged around to find the notes in her pink backpack.“Aha! Found it!”
she squeaked back at Thomas. He was looking at her wide eyed, almost in disbelief.“Like, what are you staring at Tommy?”
She said as she realized her ass was in the air giving *hunky* Tommy a free show. “Hunky? What? I’m not into dudes.” James thought, lost in the labyrinth of feelings in Jaime’s mind. She grabbed her ass a little to tease Tommy, only to realize she wasn’t wearing any panties. What should have been blush and embarrassment was instead a return of that twinge in her lower parts. Was it getting a little hot in the room?
After a moment she spun back around to the gobsmacked Thomas, and proudly produced her notebook labeled “Geometree”.
“See! I take notes in class too.”
she said in her high-pitched whine, with self-satisfaction. Opening it to the notes from earlier in the day. Thomas took a look at the notes. They were a mess of bubblely girly writing oscillating between actual on-topic notes and stream of consciousness from whatever distracted Jaime at the time in class. He stops at the section for cylinders, reading “cy-lin-der, a prism that has circles on the top and the bottom”, but continued reading “hehe cylinder, I bet Tommy has a big cylinder ;p.” “Well you’re right Jaime.” he says after reading the section.“Hah! Told ya! I knew my notes would have the answer.”
she said, beaming with unfounded arrogance. “You’re right that I do have a big cylinder, do you want to see it?” he said.“I… uh… What?”
she said, dazed. James screaming in the back of her mind. He sighs. “You were right, my ‘cylinder’ is thick and long. Why don’t you take a look? I’ll finish your homework for you.” he said while gesturing at the huge protrusion in his shorts. She thought for a moment — she doesn’t want to be doing boring geometry all night. It’s just a look anyway. She looks down at the huge tent he pitched, her mouth starting to water as the heat and twinge of before becomes an aching need.“Okay. But just like a little peek!”
she says with a wink. Her body is on autopilot. James lost control a long time ago, but now even he is on board. He — She, whatever NEEDS to see what Tommy is packing. Tommy grins and gets up off the bed; this was just too easy. He lowers his shorts and releases an absolute monster of a cock while standing at the edge of the bed. It’s magnetic, Jaime is enraptured with Tommy’s dick, and HAS to get a closer look. She falls forward, giggling.“Now that IS a big cylinder!”
she says, struck with awe with her mouth agape.
Jaime can feel her boobs rubbing on thin fabric of her shirt against the bed. She grasps his rod lightly with her fingertips, bringing it slightly closer. Then she takes the plunge and gives it a small lick. It doesn’t have much of a taste, but the feeling of a phallus on her tongue is ecstatic. James is lost in the feeling, he can’t distinguish his own thoughts from the instincts of Jaime’s body. It feels too fucking good.
She splays her legs as she gives the cock another lick, the cool air on her pussy pushing her arousal even higher.
“I bet it would taste even better if you suck on it.” he says, certain she’ll comply.
She takes the head in her mouth sucking in while swirling her tongue around his cockhead. His low grunts and moans of delight make her feel supremely proud. Sure she wasn’t great at math, but she is GREAT at this! She looks at the fat dick in her mouth and it practically goes on for miles. She can see her red-painted nails at the base, holding it steady. She can’t wait to see how much she can fit in her mouth. She takes it down, bit by bit, teasing him she goes millimeter by millimeter. She’s having a blast — but Thomas wants more.
He guides her hands down from his cock and takes it in his own hands. Pumping in and out, deeper and deeper. It hits Jaime’s throat, she relaxes the muscles in it and takes it deeper. More than half of his 9-inch shaft is rhythmically pounding her esophagus. She feels so hot, so wanted, so desired. It was so easy to get here, just a quick little suggestive post and he came running to ravage her. This was a totally different power than James ever knew, it was intoxicating, it was amazing. She felt herself getting wet, so into the session of pleasing him she could only focus on his sexy sounds.
After tiring of the position, he retracted his dick from her mouth and said “Time for a change of pace.” Throwing one of her pink pillows on the ground, saying “Your turn. And make sure to keep eye-contact with those pretty doe-eyes” She nearly came from being ordered to suck him on the ground and quickly jumped at his feet, throwing off her shirt in the process. She didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry, just follow his commands. It was so easy.
She giggled with a smile, her light body bouncing on the pillow and boobs following in suit. It felt so good to feel them jiggle, she could see Tommy watch them as she looked up at him. Satisfied, she engulfed Tommy’s dick with need. Taking one hand to guide it down her throat, pushing him as far as she could take this massive member. She looked up at his eyes, then closed them to push the cock even deeper down her throat, truly pushing the limits her small throat could take. She pushed her hand further down the cock to make room for more. Then she grabbed hold of his thighs so she could push as much she could handle. She was going for broke here, his moans were intensifying she could feel a pulsing on her tongue.
He grunted, she sped up her sucking. Eagerly waiting her award. What would it taste like? The curiosity of James was getting the best of him, and it translated into a need to taste his seed. She popped the cock out of her mouth
“Please cum for me, I wanna taste it sooo bad!”
before continuing her relentless pursuit of his man-juice. Those words pushed him over the top as he grabbed the back of her head, thrusting deep in and out of her mouth. A huge amount of cum shot down Jaime’s throat, she was in love with the feeling knowing she did this to him. Most of the jizz went down her throat, she was almost disappointed she didn’t get more of a taste as she licked the remnants off his big cock. It didn’t taste bad, it didn’t taste great, but the feeling — the power to make him cum so hard was nearly orgasmic. She needed to cum herself and almost did licking him clean. After cleaning the cock clean she jumped up on the bed, quickly rubbing her clit quickly beneath her slutty schoolgirl skirt. Cumming with a powerful orgasm that had been building the whole time she was sucking him off. It came in waves back and forth ripping through her whole lower abdomen and pelvis, radiating as she rubbed her clit with satisfaction. She slowly breathed and regained her composure, while looking at Tommy.
“That was like… amazing.”
she said staring at him in awe of the events that just took place. She wondered what it would feel like to have that monster inside her. The thought brought a small twitch of the orgasm back in her pelvis. He smiled as he took a picture of the homework questions, saying that he would text her the other 8 answers. She had totally forgot about the homework. Who knew being a girl was so easy? **LINK TO PART 2** (...to be continued? Let me know if you guys want to see more!)