Recorded dance music followed the live, local band’s last set. Roommates Caroline and Maxine—Care-Care and Maxie—plopped into recently vacated seats near the popularish bar’s dance floor. Neither would have ever let the other settle for a guy who was only okay, so after a night of dancing mostly with each other, the chances were they’d be going home alone together. 

“Maybe I’ll call Jason,” Caroline said. “Or I could just show up at his place.” 

“I’m not your mother. Do whatever stupid thing you want, Stupid.” 

“I know, but…” She held up her hands, shoulder-width apart. 

“It’s not that big!” 

“It sure seems like it,” Caroline said. “Do you want to stay for another drink? I’m thirsty all of a sudden.” 

“I guess. I wasn’t thirsty until you mentioned it.” 

Before they could squabble about whose turn it was to pay, a dull-eyed waitress placed napkins and drinks on their table. The women tried to explain that they hadn’t ordered anything—yet—even though the drinks were exactly what they wanted. 

The waitress stared back toward the bar. “I’m sure you asked for them. You must have. Yes. And you gave me a nice tip.” Her arms fell to her side, and she trudged to her station, mumbling her thanks. 

The girls quickly dismissed the waitress from their thoughts and clinked glasses, happy for the free drinks, when an average man approached. “Mind if I join you?” 

Maxine nodded toward her friend, sure about where the mystery drinks had come from. “Harmless?” 

“Yeah. Harmless.” They thanked him for the drinks and invited him to stay. 

“Could I do a little ice-breaking thing I do?” he asked. 

“Okay, sure, Cutie. Break the ice.” 

The man looked at Caroline and recited some numbers, and then he did the same for Maxine. 

“That’s my birthday. Those were our birthdays.”  

“Listen, Creep…” 

“I’m sorry,” the man interrupted. “I didn’t mean to be creepy.” 

“Oh. I guess it wasn’t all that creepy.” Caroline was momentarily puzzled that her attitude pivoted so suddenly and looked to her friend for reassurance. “Right, Maxie?” 

“It was a little—no, no, it wasn’t creepy at all. It was kinda cool, that is, if you think so too, Care-Care.” 

"I do. I was surprised at first but now I’m actually impressed. How did you do it?” 

“Magic. I’m Will. Pleased to meet you.” 

Will engaged with the women so easily that they asked more than a few times whether they had met before. Maxine felt oddly at ease but was more reserved than her friend. 

“It’s so comfortable, talking with you,” Caroline said. “You’re so, I don’t know, insightful.” 

“I’m reading your minds,” he said. “I told you, I’m magic.” 

Maxine scoffed, “Yeah, right,” but after a thought, added, “It would be cool, though.” 

“Well, I believe it! I just know that it’s true.” 

Will captured Caroline’s eyes and said, “I want to know more about Jason.” Caroline happily gasped, and gasped again when he added, “And not just about his ginormous cock.” 

“Did you overhear us? We never mentioned…” 

“Don’t say anything. Just think about him. Spread your mind open for me.” 

Maxine rolled her eyes when Caroline closed hers and placed her fingers at her temples. “What am I thinking?” 

“You needn’t try so hard, Caroline. That’s it.” Will drew her memories of Jason out on velvety strings, examining them all as they dangled and twisted, and dropping the more off-putting, unsexy ones back into her mind’s abyss. “Maxine was right, you know. He’s not good for you, but, oh, he is so good for you.” 

Caroline breathed deeply through smiling, parted lips as the sensuous sensations of Jason past passed once again like kisses tickling her spine. She could smell him and taste him as if he was there and questioned, “Jason?” 

“There are so many good memories, aren’t there, Caroline? His cock, so big, as large as life, large inside you, fitting and filling you, and then…” 

“Oh, Baby, yes, oh, oh, oh my God!” Caroline giggled after a prolonged exhale. “I think I just came a little.” 

“You were going to call him. Maybe you should. And Maxine, I know you don’t think it’s a good idea. He’s a user. That’s why you turned him down after they broke up. Oh, you were tempted, though. Hearing them fuck on the other side of the wall…” 

“Stop. Stop there.” Maxine didn’t want him in her head like that even though she still thought of him as, for the most part, harmless.  

“Want to see another trick? Caroline, it’ll be weird at first, but you’ll like it.” She nodded, still lazing in her ghostly afterglow. With a simple thought, not hers, Caroline lifted her arm. She snatched it out of the air with her other hand and slapped it on the table. “Relax. Let it happen. I can’t do it if you don’t want me to.” 

Caroline swallowed hard and took a long, cleansing breath, not sure why she had done that. Two of her fingers brushed tenderly back and forth along her lips. Her heart thumped heavily in her chest, just for a few seconds, as her body instinctively reacted to its loss of control. 

Maxine was entranced by Caroline’s show, the slow, lustful trusts of her fingers between her lips, teasing her tongue out and around them. She sucked on her fingers the way she would Jason’s cock. 

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “That was wild! Maxie, I was moving. but I wasn’t—it wasn’t me, but it was!” 

“More?” 

“Yes, please!” 

“Don’t take what I’m about to say the wrong way. This is gonna be a little like anal sex. Now, hear me out. You need to really, really relax. It will feel like you want to push me out, but let me in. Some people have even said they feel a pop.” 

Will helped to keep her heartbeat and breathing slow and regular as he wriggled his way into her brain. 

Pop. Her body fit his will like a glove, and Caroline took her first new breath as the magician slumped, almost unconscious, in his chair. 

She touched her hair, her cheek, and gave herself a long, loving hug. 

“Care-Care?” Maxine checked out her friend, worried and fascinated. “Are you okay?” 

“Too long,” she whispered to herself. “I am now.” Caroline stood and stepped, awkwardly at first, then more gracefully, like a woman. Possessed. She sauntered toward Maxine and leaned, nose to nose, with her palms flat on the table. “You are so fucking sexy,” she said before shivering and almost falling when Will broke the connection. “Well, fuck my ass,” Caroline as Caroline said when she sat down again. 

“What happened?” Maxine asked. 

“I was sitting, and it was like Will said.” 

“Is he—Will are you alright?” 

“He’s fine. Like I was saying, I was sitting here and the next thing I knew, I was standing and talking to you. I kind of knew that he, I, he was doing something, but it was like not paying attention to the TV in the background. Then, after I, I don’t know, woke up, I remembered everything that happened, like all at once. That wasn’t me that called you sexy—you know that, right?” 

Will remained silent while he recovered, but not entirely out of the conversation. “I was thinking,” he said eventually, aloud. “I should drive you guys home. Maybe we could do this again another time. Maybe Caroline will call Jason.” 

“Thank you! Oh, don’t give me that look, Maxie. That way we won’t have to pay for a ride. And he’s harmless. You said so yourself. You’re harmless, aren’t you, Will?” 

“If you say so.” 

The girls sat in the back of Will’s car, ignoring him and gabbing as if they were alone, lamenting about the lack of eligible men. 

“That’s funny,” Caroline said, staring forward. “For a second there, it felt like I was driving.” 

“Care-Care, you’re not going to call Jason, are you?” 

“I am. I promise I won’t start going out with him again. I really, really feel like fucking him tonight, that’s all.” Will smiled to himself, and Caroline felt extra pleased with her decision. 

Neither of the roommates thought twice when Will walked with them into their apartment. He settled into a somewhat comfortable chair and asked Caroline if she wanted to play a little while she waited for Jason. 

Maxine hovered close to her friend, feeling cautious despite still thinking he was harmless, and said that she’d stay up with them. 

Caroline warmed herself up, stretching and shaking her limbs like she was preparing for a workout. She abruptly dropped her arms and shoulders, and, only a second later, drew a long, raspy, stuttering breath. Will slouched in the chair, breathing shallowly, and stared blankly. 

“Care-Care?” A fog dispersed from Maxine’s mind, and the unreal reality suddenly became clear. “Caroline? Is that you, or Will?” 

“God, I need to pee. It’s both, Maxie. Where’s the little girl’s room?” 

“Why don’t you know?” 

“It doesn’t work that way. I can read people’s minds or move them around, but I can’t do both at the same time.” Caroline kicked off her shoes and trotted off to where Maxine pointed. 

“You better not hurt her,” Maxine growled low and threatening at the helpless, nearly paralytic man. “You better not.” 

Caroline pulled her panties down, paused, then turned to sit. She stared between her legs, at the stream between her legs, then nosed around the bathroom while she finished. “How long do you think it will take Jason to get here?” she called out. 

“Maybe an hour,” Maxine shouted back. “More or less,” she added when Caroline rejoined her, wandering around. “Care-Care?” Maxie asked, peering into Caroline’s eyes. “Can you hear me? Are you okay?” 

“She’s fine, I promise.” 

This is surreal. “Jason will get here depending on where he was when he got your call— Caroline’s call. He probably already had a date. I still don’t think this is a good idea.” 

“I have some time, then. Is this my room?” Caroline stripped herself naked and tore open her closet and dresser drawers. “Jackpot!” She found an old bridesmaid’s or prom dress in the back that was a tight fit but couldn’t be resisted. She put it on and took it off over and over until she found the best bra to go with it. 

Her makeup is not right. She found some shoes that went well enough with the dress and ran out to find Maxine. “I’m twenty-one, right? What was this dress from? Where do I keep my makeup—in the bathroom?” 

“Where did you find that dress? It’s got to be four years and ten pounds ago. And you’re not supposed to wear a bra with that dress at all.” 

“Thanks. It was cute, so I had to try it. I think this bra works well enough. I love bras.” She ran back to the bedroom, stripped down to her underwear, and rummaged through the bedroom until she found Caroline’s makeup stash. 

Maxine leaned against the doorway. “I don’t understand what it is you’re doing.” 

“There’s nothing wrong-wrong with her makeup,” Caroline said, discarding another wipe. “I want something more ‘me’ before I try another outfit. She has a lot of cute clothes. You and I are not the same size, are we? Maybe…” 

“No, Will, not the makeup. Not just the makeup. All of this. Why are you trying on her clothes at all?” 

Will stirred in his chair, and Caroline shifted glances between the two. Will couldn’t influence Maxine without jumping from Caroline, and jumping back in might not be as easy an option again if she jumped out now. “We’re having fun, that’s all. Girls trying clothes.” 

“You’re a cross-dresser?” 

Caroline rolled her eyes. “It’s not like that at all. Maxie. Care-Care and I are on a little adventure. Help us find something nice for Jason?” 

Her pleading eyes were too Care-Care for Maxie to resist. “Fine.” 

“You’re a good best friend—the best! Find something for me while I put on my face. Take a picture—Caroline will thank me later. And I need to see how I look in her tees and skirts, too. Does she ever go to church? Work in an office?” 

After trying nearly every possible combination, and leaving Caroline a mess to pick up later, they settled on a little dress very much like the one she started the night in. She was brushing her hair when Jason knocked on the door. 

“I’m coming! I’m so nervous,” she said, taking one last look in the mirror. 

“Don’t be nervous. We’ll just tell him you were a nice guy who gave us a ride home, and you can leave. Thanks for the strange night.” 

Caroline scowled. “I’m not leaving. I thought you understood. I’m going to fuck Jason. This adventure is not over, and just because you turned him down, I’m not going to. C’mon, Maxie, his cock quite literally stood up in Caroline’s memories.” 

Before Maxine could protest, Caroline threw the door open with a wide smile. “Bay-yuh-bee!” she exclaimed before wrapping her arms around his neck and planting her tongue in his cheek. “I’m so, I’m so, I don’t know what I can say, what can I say? I can’t wait to see that cock of yours.” Jason was stunned by his ex’s enthusiasm but chose not to question it, simply saying that he missed her too. 

Maxine became certain that Will was not entirely harmless but didn’t know what to do about him—convince Jason that the near-comatose man sitting in their living room had his arm up Caroline’s butt like a puppet? “Jason. Hi. Care-Care, what about Will? Shouldn’t Will be leaving—you know, getting out?” 

“Hey, Maxine,” Jason said, pointing at Will. ”No offense, but your date looks out of it. Rough night?” 

“Ugh! He’s not my date. Caroline, please, are you sure you want to do this?” 

“Do you mean this?” Caroline loosened Jason’s pants and dropped them to his knees as she dropped to hers. She mused her small hands and how her slender fingers so delicately cradled his hanging balls and held his epic cock. She buried her nose in his bush, savoring his scents as only a woman could. 

“Put it in your pretty mouth.” 

“Patience.” Caroline licked her lips and gave his cock more of a tease than a squeeze and it too slowly swelled and lifted, forcing her to relax her grip to oblige its girth. “Two hands high,” she muttered and used those two hands to oust a sweet drop of pre-cum. 

Maxine shook Will, then shook him harder after Caroline said that wouldn’t work. “He’s not sleeping, Maxie. Come on, lover, let’s go to bed. I think I’m bothering my roomie.” 

Making one last effort, Maxine gripped Caroline’s arm and whispered, “I don’t get it. Are you gay?” 

Caroline laughed out loud, shook off her dress, and twirled in her matching bra and panties. “I’m all woman, Maxie. There’s nothing gay going on here.” 

Jason was unclothed at the foot of Caroline’s bed by the time she slammed the door behind her. “Your turn,” he said. “Get naked.” 

“Uh-uh.” Caroline pushed him down and crawled between his legs. “I like my underwear.” She aggressively pushed his legs apart and long-licked his shaft. “I do have a pretty mouth, don’t I?”  She licked his cock again, spit on it, and wrung her hands around it.  “Don’t stop telling me how pretty I am.” 

“Baby, you’re fucking gorgeous.” Caroline sucked his cock, gagged on it, and stopped whenever he stopped complimenting her. “Damn, where did you learn to do that? It’s taking everything I got not to cum, and I already, shit, never mind.” 

Caroline scrambled up and sat back on her legs. “You fucked someone else tonight, didn’t you?” 

“Well, yeah, but how was I supposed to know you’d call? And, and, you’re a lot prettier, and the way you suck a cock, I mean, you sucked it like you got one of your own.” 

“Will you kiss me after, if I let you cum in my mouth?” 

“C’mon, you know that’s not gonna happen.” 

“What’s a girl to do, then?” Caroline reached behind her back, let her bra fall, and waited. 

“What?” 

“A titty-fuck, you moron! You’re supposed to tell me how pretty my tits are and beg for a titty fuck!” 

“Who the fuck are you calling a moron? Since when do you like titty fucks?” 

“You have no clue what I like.” Caroline gracelessly took off her panties and straddled him backward. Playing with her pussy, she stared at the throbbing cock. “Don’t talk anymore,” she told him. “I’m thinking.” 

After wetting the cock with her slippery fingers, she scooched until her pussy took the tip. Don’t be afraid of it. She’s taken it before, she thought, and wriggled it in a little more, then a little more, two wriggles in and one pull out until she was full. “Oh, my pretty, pretty pussy,” she mumbled. 

Caroline rocked on the cock, rocked the cock, lifted and dropped on the cock with a finger tapping her clit and her hand balled around a tit. “Pet me, Baby. Pet my ass like you like me.” Her orgasm, her first, was a gentle one that swirled through her body. She stilled herself, trembling, making sure to keep their connection. 

She fucked him faster then, rougher and harsher, her squealing voice ringing true from this body’s throat. Jason’s grunts and moans were merely background noise, but melded with hers, passing through the bedroom walls to Maxine’s ears. 

“Fuck me, dammit!” Caroline screamed. “You fuck like a girl with a strap-on.” 

He proved her wrong. 

He wrestled her under him and effortlessly slammed his cock up into her belly.  Caroline’s hips answered every savage, mattress-thumping pump until she just took it. She stuck her spread legs in the air, gripped her toes, and took it. And...