Relapse (Short Story)
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Category:
Erotica › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
10,239
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Epilogue
Epilogue
Through the rest of the following weekend, I kept wondering if maybe nothing had really happened that night with Aren using Brey’s body. Maybe Aren had just completely fucked up my mind, and I was doomed to insanity for the rest of my life. I’d woken in the middle of that night to still find myself alone. I was naked, sticky and sore, but I felt like no one had ever been with me. Even if Aren kept insisting he’d possessed Brey I wouldn’t have been surprised if I actually had spent the entire night alone. There just wasn’t much comfort to be had in the reassuring words from the voice in my head.
“Hey, Bren!”
My pencil snapped in half between my hands. I’d been ignoring Aren through most of the day, but he was starting to get to me. He knew it. I didn’t look at him, but I knew he was grinning now. He always hated to be ignored.
“I know you hear me, old man,” he said from the empty seat beside me. “I’m too sexy to ignore.”
I didn’t want him to know I was listening so I didn’t roll my eyes like I wanted to. I did, however, turn away from him. My eyes landed on Shane sitting toward the middle of the classroom/auditorium five rows ahead of me. He was whispering something to his girlfriend, Sarah.
“Hmm. You want a taste of that, too?” he whispered in my ear.
I unconsciously licked my dry bottom lip.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “You’ve gotta fuck him bad.”
“Aren, don’t!” I closed my eyes when he moved my own hand up my thigh.
“You know you can have him if you want him.”
“God help me,” I said. He laughed. “Can you make it happen, Aren? Can you really do it?” And prove to me that I was really happening?
“Hell to the yes, Bren. You know I can.”
He gave my thigh a final squeeze. A cold but gentle breeze flitted across my flushed face and he was gone. My hand was in my possession once again, and I used it to push my chair away as the professor dismissed everyone from class. I watched Shane say something to Sarah before he hefted his bag up his shoulder and turned away.
“Hey, Shane?”
He didn’t turn back to her.
“Shane!”
I realized he was headed my way. Aren’s grin was on his face as he climbed the stairs toward me, his eyes on my face the whole time he moved. I couldn’t help thinking for someone not used to moving in another body, Aren maneuvered Shane’s really well, and I knew his body had to be heavier than Brey’s since Shane was a gym nut.
Sarah ran up the steps to catch up to him and tried to grab for his shoulder. “Shane, I need to talk to you for a minute!”
He flung his arm back to throw her hand off then moved forward to meet me at the end of the row of desks. She stumbled back a step and gaped.
“I need to talk to you,” he said and grabbed my hand. I just barely had time to swoop my bag up from the floor before he dragged me out of the classroom. I couldn’t help laughing like some drugged-up psycho as he led me toward the bathrooms. I knew we had to look like a couple as we weaved a path through crowds of people in the hall. This was something Shane never would have done unless he were really possessed. Or if he was earnest about wanting to fuck with my head.
“Aren,” I breathed. “You’re amazing.”
He turned his head and scowled, and it was such a Shane-like expression that I cringed. My fingers went slack in his grip. Was I wrong about Aren taking him over? Was this really Shane himself wanting me? Or was I just completely out of all reality now?
He put a finger to his lips and pulled me into a bathroom stall. Was he just trying to stay in character like he’d done with Cole? I knew how much Aren loved games, and this was the best game of all.
He dropped his backpack on the floor and shoved the strap of mine off my shoulder so that it landed beside it. He put both his hands on the stall wall behind me, trapping me between his body and arms. Not that I was going anywhere.
“Aren?”
He scowled again. “Shane.”
I drew a deep breath. "Shane."
With that, I accepted his deep kiss. If I was just insane and Aren wasn’t inside him, I was willing to take my chances. Whether I was really with him, or Brey or Cole, hell, even Orlando Bloom if he came on to me (god willing)… it suddenly didn’t matter. This was the first time I really felt happy since Aren physically left my side. If it meant I had to be crazy to be happy, I hoped I was never sane again.
Shane/Aren pulled back and gave my earlobe a sharp nip. “I’m really gonna fuck you at ten tonight,” he whispered. “And I promise it won’t be with any toys.”
I could nod when he grinned at me, licked my cheek and left the stall again. I slid down the wall and rested the back of my head against the hard metal.
Yup, I thought. Aren really should have been an actor.
Through the rest of the following weekend, I kept wondering if maybe nothing had really happened that night with Aren using Brey’s body. Maybe Aren had just completely fucked up my mind, and I was doomed to insanity for the rest of my life. I’d woken in the middle of that night to still find myself alone. I was naked, sticky and sore, but I felt like no one had ever been with me. Even if Aren kept insisting he’d possessed Brey I wouldn’t have been surprised if I actually had spent the entire night alone. There just wasn’t much comfort to be had in the reassuring words from the voice in my head.
“Hey, Bren!”
My pencil snapped in half between my hands. I’d been ignoring Aren through most of the day, but he was starting to get to me. He knew it. I didn’t look at him, but I knew he was grinning now. He always hated to be ignored.
“I know you hear me, old man,” he said from the empty seat beside me. “I’m too sexy to ignore.”
I didn’t want him to know I was listening so I didn’t roll my eyes like I wanted to. I did, however, turn away from him. My eyes landed on Shane sitting toward the middle of the classroom/auditorium five rows ahead of me. He was whispering something to his girlfriend, Sarah.
“Hmm. You want a taste of that, too?” he whispered in my ear.
I unconsciously licked my dry bottom lip.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “You’ve gotta fuck him bad.”
“Aren, don’t!” I closed my eyes when he moved my own hand up my thigh.
“You know you can have him if you want him.”
“God help me,” I said. He laughed. “Can you make it happen, Aren? Can you really do it?” And prove to me that I was really happening?
“Hell to the yes, Bren. You know I can.”
He gave my thigh a final squeeze. A cold but gentle breeze flitted across my flushed face and he was gone. My hand was in my possession once again, and I used it to push my chair away as the professor dismissed everyone from class. I watched Shane say something to Sarah before he hefted his bag up his shoulder and turned away.
“Hey, Shane?”
He didn’t turn back to her.
“Shane!”
I realized he was headed my way. Aren’s grin was on his face as he climbed the stairs toward me, his eyes on my face the whole time he moved. I couldn’t help thinking for someone not used to moving in another body, Aren maneuvered Shane’s really well, and I knew his body had to be heavier than Brey’s since Shane was a gym nut.
Sarah ran up the steps to catch up to him and tried to grab for his shoulder. “Shane, I need to talk to you for a minute!”
He flung his arm back to throw her hand off then moved forward to meet me at the end of the row of desks. She stumbled back a step and gaped.
“I need to talk to you,” he said and grabbed my hand. I just barely had time to swoop my bag up from the floor before he dragged me out of the classroom. I couldn’t help laughing like some drugged-up psycho as he led me toward the bathrooms. I knew we had to look like a couple as we weaved a path through crowds of people in the hall. This was something Shane never would have done unless he were really possessed. Or if he was earnest about wanting to fuck with my head.
“Aren,” I breathed. “You’re amazing.”
He turned his head and scowled, and it was such a Shane-like expression that I cringed. My fingers went slack in his grip. Was I wrong about Aren taking him over? Was this really Shane himself wanting me? Or was I just completely out of all reality now?
He put a finger to his lips and pulled me into a bathroom stall. Was he just trying to stay in character like he’d done with Cole? I knew how much Aren loved games, and this was the best game of all.
He dropped his backpack on the floor and shoved the strap of mine off my shoulder so that it landed beside it. He put both his hands on the stall wall behind me, trapping me between his body and arms. Not that I was going anywhere.
“Aren?”
He scowled again. “Shane.”
I drew a deep breath. "Shane."
With that, I accepted his deep kiss. If I was just insane and Aren wasn’t inside him, I was willing to take my chances. Whether I was really with him, or Brey or Cole, hell, even Orlando Bloom if he came on to me (god willing)… it suddenly didn’t matter. This was the first time I really felt happy since Aren physically left my side. If it meant I had to be crazy to be happy, I hoped I was never sane again.
Shane/Aren pulled back and gave my earlobe a sharp nip. “I’m really gonna fuck you at ten tonight,” he whispered. “And I promise it won’t be with any toys.”
I could nod when he grinned at me, licked my cheek and left the stall again. I slid down the wall and rested the back of my head against the hard metal.
Yup, I thought. Aren really should have been an actor.