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The Blue Box
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
From People Link - Ink*Link Club
*** Chapter 7 ***
It took a few more seconds before Jeffrey understood that
Cheryl's words were not just the usual ones that come to a female mind
in the heat of passion. With every undulation, he felt as if he was
sinking deeper into her, deep between her legs, feeling more and more
of her. But it didn't just seem that way... it was true. Her pussy
was widening, her pelvis growing, and her legs spreading, and all
together, somehow, they were taking more than just his cock. He had
somehow slipped inside her, and now much of his body was feeling her
warm slipperiness. He was using most of his body, not just a small
part, to excite her to orgasm. Each of her motions caused her vagina
to swallow more of him, as she urged him deeper inside. His torso was
inside now, his arms around her legs, all of him sliding in and out
like only his penis was doing before. His whole body had the exciting
sensation that his penis had before-- he was experiencing her in a way
that could never happen without the Device. Jeffrey had less trouble
now reminding himself that it wasn't really happening, thank goodness;
because he had lost his grip on her legs, and her opening was
devouring him, pulling his arms and head into her body, consuming him.
He might have been able to see out through her cunt, but it was still
only dark outside. She was losing her control over the Device-- her
mind wandering towards orgasm and no longer maintaining Jeffrey's
sense of reality. Jeffrey started to feel closed in-- not sure
whether her vagina was still open, or where it was, or what was
happening at all. He came, and felt his own semen mixing with the
wetness that was there all along-- but it didn't seem quite real... it
was too much like a dream. Neither Cheryl nor Jeffrey, for the
moment, could think clearly enough to define reality.
Jeffrey felt a sudden tightening around him, and a sudden flood
of love juice around him. It was very, very tight, and as Jeffrey
returned to clearer thoughts, he had to tell himself he could breathe
even while immersed in Cheryl's come, if that's what it was (it tasted
like it) and that's where he was located. Her orgasm seemed to stop
for a moment, and then continue, and finally, it was over.
He was back outside her, penis still inside, as if the wilder
events never happened. Did she really pull him ALL inside after
uttering those words, or did he just imagine it after she lost control
of the Device? He'd have to ask later, but somehow that seemed like
it would be an embarassing question.
Jeffrey tried to turn around, out of her, then realized that they
were still fixed together. Jeffrey pointed "down there", Cheryl
nodded and relaxed herself, and he slid out of her. They floated down
towards the soft floor.
*** Chapter 8 ***
They had rested for quite a while, lying next to each other on
the undefined black surface. Jeffrey knew that in real life, they
didn't need to rest at all. It just felt nice, for now.
Cheryl was the first one to speak. "Alright, enough of the black
hole, here." With that, Jeffrey watched as Cheryl "painted" in an
environment. Warm afternoon sun, blue sky with just a few puffy
clouds, ocean off in the distance. As long as Cheryl was occupied
with that area, Jeffrey created a lagoon a few feet away, and the
obligatory waterfall at the opposite end of it. Soft, grassy earth
underneath. Still no clothes. He appreciated the naked female body
next to his, which looked almost a little tan now, and didn't want to
change anything. In fact, he couldn't remember what either of them
were wearing before-- it all seemed so natural now. Cheryl turned
around and admired his work, while Jeffrey admired hers-- faint salt-
air scent, all the sounds of the surf, and even a few seagulls, which
flew in lazy circles for as long as he stared at them. Quite
pleasant. The warm sun and cool breeze went well together. There
were enough details now to make Jeffrey seriously consider staying in
a place like this more permanently-- rocky cliffs in one direction,
and an innocent-looking wooded area the other way. Best of all, there
were no insects or other pests.
Time was proceeding slowly, and they didn't rush themselves.
They played with each other for a time; talked about themselves and
each other, learning things that were suddenly easy to learn.
Everything felt comfortable. They swam for a while, made love again
in a much more conventional, casual fashion, then walked on the beach,
and then, at Cheryl's request, both went for a long flight over the
area, trying to imitate (for a while) the way the seagulls floated
into the wind, hardly moving. They landed, returning to their normal
form, walked along the shore again, talking. No sunburns here, thank
goodness.
Jeffrey didn't credit the Device for all this. Cheryl had what
it takes-- the imagination, spirit, and will to make it all happen,
and she seemed to love sharing all her experiences with him. Somehow,
things would never quite be the same again.
"How long is left?" Cheryl asked.
"Don't ask me. You have the Device, remember? The only way to
actually look at the timer, is to bring the box back, and just read
the time off the top. You can't change the setting from here, though.
That can only be done in real life."
Cheryl held her hands out, and the red box reappeared in them.
She peered at the liquid-crystal display. It read 1 hour, 17 minutes.
"One-Seventeen, it says. We've used up most of the time we have."
*** Chapter 9 ***
Jeffrey said, "Then it's about 7:44 back in reality. We'd be
hungry (or have other bodily needs) not too long after the timer runs
out... So we better just make good use of the time we have. I'll
take you out for a REAL dinner at 9, then. Good thing today's Friday.
When do you usually eat?"
"Pretty early, but I can eat late with no trouble."
Jeffrey peered towards the box. "Good. If you got too hungry
back in reality, the Device would shut off. Same if..." He trailed
off.
"I used the ladies' room at about 4:30."
That answered his question. "Good enough. Then we'll be OK
until 9 and don't have to worry about it before then. Of course, we
could stop now--"
Cheryl cut him off. The box disappeared again. "No need to.
Why leave early?"
Jeffrey agreed, now thankful for Cheryl's decision to set the
timer for four hours. He nodded.
Cheryl looked more serious now. "Jeffrey, there's one thing I
absolutely have to do while I'm here. You've been great so far,
putting up with all my wishes-- like it or not. You've enjoyed it
too."
Jeffrey couldn't agree more. His eyes swept towards the ground.
"Very much."
"Good. But I've got to try this while I'm here. You'll have to
put up with this even if you don't like it. I don't think you'll mind
at all-- I never have, but I'm not you. But I'd never forgive myself
if I didn't experiment with this-- even if you'd never speak to me
again. Understand?"
Jeffrey nodded, confused. Why didn't she just ask what she
wanted? Was she afraid that he'd say "no", and didn't want to give
him that chance? And what hadn't they already tried? And how did she
know she liked it if she never tried it?
Cheryl led him back to a point near the lagoon, where they had
started. The sun had dropped a bit. "No, this isn't good enough.
It's too perfect, and not realistic enough." With that, a door
appeared. Nothing else, just a door. It was kind of pink, and had a
little plate on it that said "Cheryl". She took Jeffrey's hand,
walked to the door, and opened it. There was a complete room inside,
where there was only a door outside. She'd seen too many Pink Panther
cartoons, where such anomalies were commonplace. This was realistic?
The room, of course, was Cheryl's bedroom. Quite roomy for a
bedroom, it had all the details already in place. She led Jeffrey
inside and closed the door, ending the beach/lagoon/waterfall
environment entirely. All the details were already here, even a damp
towel on the back of the chair and a pair of panties on the floor in
the corner. The bed was made. "Sorry, I didn't clean up this
morning." AHH. Now it made sense. Her room was FAMILIAR to her, and
thus was infinitely more realistic than an environment created
(literally) from scratch. This place had a real counterpart, and that
eliminated the constant reminders that none of this was happening.
"Bet you'd never thought you'd see the inside of my bedroom, huh?
Not many people have."
Jeffrey was looking out the window into a parking lot, which
belonged to a professional office next door. All he could tell is
that they were on about the second floor of some kind of apartment
building. Every bit of information was from her memory.
Absentmindedly, he answered. "No, I never did. And your room isn't
messy. You should see mine. I actually cleaned it today, but it's
usually a mess until after I get home."
Cheryl pulled him from the window, reaching up for the shade,
then realized that there could be nobody out there who could see in.
"I'll show you the rest of the place later. But we don't have much
time."
Jeffrey looked impatient, somewhat frustrated because he didn't
know what was going on. "Well, what do we do?"
"Just stand there. Just like that. Relax." She reached for
his penis again, which was in a semi-erect state and started to grow
again at her touch. But she wasn't fondling him-- it seemed more like
an examination. She stooped down and looked at it more closely,
lifted it and examined his scrotum, and ran her fingers around it all.
Then she just dropped it, and turned to look at herself. She set one
leg on her bed, and took a quick glance at her own genitals, then took
a quick look at her whole body in the mirror. Then she plopped down
on her bed, one knee up, with a satisfied look.
Jeffrey took that as an invitation. He advanced towards her bed,
growing harder. But Cheryl stopped him.
"No, just stay right there. You'll join me in a few minutes."
Again, he was frustrated, confused, and, now, somewhat angry.
But before he could say anything, he felt funny. Just a little. His
erection had disappeared. Cheryl, again, was examining herself, with
one hand near her thighs. She kept looking down there, then back at
Jeffrey.
Jeffrey took the clue to look at himself. His scrotum was gone,
and his penis was far smaller than it ever was before. He grabbed it,
and felt it slide away, out of his fingers. Something equally
eventful was happening to Cheryl, but her attention was still mostly
focused on him. She was almost smiling while he was anxiously trying
to figure out just what she was doing. She didn't look right. For
starters, the breasts he had admired so much were gone. Why would she
do that? She liked 'em too. Jeffrey reached for his groin again...
and this time, found nothing there at all. The patch of pubic hair
had nothing in the middle of it. It felt like his penis, somehow, was
inside, but there was nothing for it to be inside of.
That drew attention away from the rest of his body, which was
starting to change also. For starters, he had lost some height. And
weight. The muscles that he was so proud of before, hardly showed at
all. The hair on his chest, arms, legs, were all gone. His shape was
changing, too.
It wasn't until he felt a slight depression between his legs that
he noticed the other changes, and with considerable fright learned
what Cheryl had done. He looked on the bed, and saw some sort of
penis starting to emerge from her crotch. With all the exploration
they had done, Cheryl had decided that she wanted to know what it felt
like to be a man, and she was changing Jeffrey into a woman, like it
or not.
Cheryl was starting to grow a little hair on her chest. She slid
over, and now invited Jeffrey to lie down next to him. Jeffrey had
his fingers between his legs, trying to figure out just how he was
changing.
"Relax, you're only a little girl right now. Don't fight it.
You can explore yourself later." Her voice was changing. The
process, just like the disappearing clothes, had been started, and
would continue by itself to completion unless Cheryl stopped it.
Jeffrey, feeling helpless as well as speechless, climbed onto Cheryl's
bed, stared at the ceiling, and then turned to look at Cheryl's
developments. Her penis was almost fully-grown, and she had developed
balls just like his were before. There was some on her chest, she no
longer had a feminine figure-- at this point, for all practical
purposes, Cheryl was a man, though it would take her a while to learn
just what that meant.
Jeffrey looked at his chest, which although was now hairless,
didn't really seem different. He looked at Cheryl as if to ask what
was happening.
She understood. "I'm sending you through it slowly. Feel what
it's like to change from a girl into a woman. You might as well get
the experience." And if you have anything to teach me, go ahead."
The word "girl" had an effect on him. It was hard for Jeffrey to
think of himself as a "girl", but now, he was. There just wasn't
anything masculine left. Cheryl was maturing faster, but she was
changing all at once. Jeffrey was changing according to some schedule
that Cheryl had defined. Jeffrey made a few "touch-up" adjustments as
Cheryl started her journey through puberty, particularly the annoying
parts that came to mind-- a voice that wouldn't stay at one pitch, and
so on. But before long, she had grown to maturity, with complete
genitals, hair on chest, and so on. Jeffrey removed the only other
reminder of Cheryl's former gender-- the long hair, trimming it
mentally to a more appropriate length. Jeffrey was wondering, though,
how the Device would reproduce the effect of hormones-- or instinct,
that had changed. The best that could be done for now was for Jeffrey
to concentrate for a moment on the hought of male hormones being
generated in Cheryl's new genitals, surging through her bloodstream in
increasing quantity. She was done, now.
Jeffrey, however, wasn't. He had started to develop hips, and
his vagina was complete. But the rest wasn't happening by itself, or
so it seemed. Jeffrey explained the hormone/instinct question to
Cheryl, who of course couldn't answer either, but promised to do what
she could to connect Jeffrey's new organs, and hormones, hopefully.
Cheryl turned his attention to Jeffrey. His areolas were
widening, darkening, and had swollen a little, a sure sign of the next
step towards womanhood. He felt a distinct tingle in his chest, first
in the area around the nipple, then spreading.
"You're growing tits, girl!" Cheryl exclaimed. "Funny how you
have tits one day, before you can even see 'em, but suddenly you just
know what's there!"
They both stared at Jeffrey's chest. Now the whole area around
each nipple was swelling. His breasts enlarged, perky and cone-shaped
at first. His areolas still seemed swollen. His breasts grew into
the familiar round shape, now even with the areola, then grew yet more
before the changes finally stopped. They drooped a bit to his sides.
They seemed heavy to Jeffrey, even though he was lying on his back.
Cheryl ran her fingers over them lightly, then turned to talk to
Jeffrey.
Her voice was deep and a little unnatural. "I don't feel that
different, really, except when I think about my cock, or that my tits
are gone. I don't know just how I'm supposed to feel everywhere else,
or if it's really the same."
Jeffrey thought a moment, then answered in his new feminine
voice, which sounded at least a little more realistic. "I don't know
if we'll ever know for sure. I-- I guess that most of the stuff is
the same, but the Device just can't tell us that. The biggest changes
would be our lifestyle, not the way our own bodies feel to us, I
guess. But..." (he touched her penis) "...Some of it we can find out
right now."
*** Chapter 10 ***
The cock didn't grow at Jeffrey's touch like he expected.
Apparently the equipment was there, but the instinct wasn't, at least
yet. Undoubtedly the Device was working on it, and the software he
knew so well, was now madly trying to interpret each other's thoughts
and sort out the neural patterns that probably were responsible for
instinct.
"We don't have each other's instincts yet. We can try it anyway
and see what happens." As Jeffrey said this, his fingers were still
on the part of Cheryl's penis he knew was effective when it was his
own.
"No, not yet", she replied. "Let's get a feeling for it first.
I mean-- we're just out of puberty and rushing to lose our virginity
before we even understand ourselves. You haven't even had your first
period-- no, I guess I'll spare you that. You probably wouldn't like
it and we don't have the time."
Jeffrey was thusly reminded once again of the power the Device
could vest in someone. He started thinking of the political uses of
it. Literally, you could cause someone great mental duress even
though the Device would prevent someone from inflicting much physical
pain. You could have someone raped by a goat in the middle of Times
Square, and although it wouldn't do any physical harm or even be
painful, it would be humiliating and unpleasant, and enough things
like that could persuade anyone to do anything. Certainly something
to look into if the Device gets any further "official" interest.
Cheryl was up now, and Jeffrey got up too. She dressed them
both, in clothes similar to the ones they were really wearing. It
happened suddenly, and Jeffrey realized that the tightness around his
bosom meant that Cheryl had decided to outfit him with a bra. Given
the size of its contents, it seemed necessary. Everything else felt
normal except the lightness between his legs. Cheryl looked quite
normal in her selection of clothes.
Jeffrey looked in the mirror. It took a moment to really
convince himself that the female in the mirror was, in fact, him. The
fact that he couldn't hide his new figure, and that he didn't want to,
piqued his interest. Cheryl took a quick glance at herself, adjusted
her shirt a bit, and walked towards a door near the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"The bathroom. I'll be back." Cheryl didn't bother to close
the door, and Jeffrey didn't look to see what she was doing.
Again, puzzling. The only time anyone would actually have to go
is when they REALLY had to go in real life. The Device would create
that sensation when it sensed that condition in reality. It meant
that it was about to shut off the simulation. But that didn't happen.
He heard the sound of a zipper, then the sound of urine in the
toilet, silenced for a moment, along with Cheryl's giggle. "I guess
my 'aim' needs practice." He sat on the bed and waited. The sound
stopped, another zip followed by a flushed toilet, and Cheryl
returned.
"Neat", she said. "I guess that's really handy at times. Not
that I'd want to live with it forever, but it is definitely a plus.
It really does feel different. You ought to try too. Maybe it would
help this identity thing work faster."
Jeffrey answered "You mean instinct. I don't have to... You
can't get the feeling unless you really have to go. Besides..."
"Nonsense. You just tell yourself you have to go, and suddenly
you do. Go ahead, I'll wait."
"Wait a minute, that means you can actually imagine internal
FEELINGS directly-- without first imagining some physical event that
causes it. That's way beyond the design expectations that the Device
was..."
He was cut off by a sensation from his bladder. Cheryl had,
essentially, decided that he had to go, and now he did. He didn't
finish his thought, but merely sighed "Okay", and walked to the
bathroom. He didn't bother to close the door either. Why should he?
He found it a sudden inconvienence that he had to remove half the
clothes that Cheryl had just given him. He saw the panties he was
wearing, for the first time. That elicited a chill along with a "what
am I doing?" feeling. He sat on the toilet and relieved himself,
surprised once again to find that the feeling did go away as he
emptied himself.
He was surprised to find Cheryl looming near the doorway,
watching him perform this animal function. "Different, huh? Now just
imagine that every day for your whole life. Imagine being used to
it."
"Yea... I guess I might. Oh well." He got up, flushed the
toilet, and dressed again. "I think I know what you're doing. The
clothes... the bathroom... You need to make me feel like a woman, in
addition to just looking and sounding like one. Right?"
"Exactly. I'm starting to feel a little more like a man, I
think. I want to know what it's like before our time runs out. So,
do you feel the part, or what?"
"I think I am. The hardest part right now is convincing myself
that I might want to make love to you-- you're a MAN."
Cheryl had an answer ready. "I know. But then, you're a woman.
That should make it easier. It's natural, now." She took his arm as
he re-entered her bedroom, guiding him towards the bed.
Jeffrey took a look at Cheryl's pants, which started to show a
bulge. "You're getting horny, aren't you?"
The bulge continued to grow. "Well..." Cheryl looked at
herself. "I guess I am. It's just that you're so..."
Jeffrey interrupted as Cheryl trailed off. "Hormones. Instinct.
It's working. You've been looking at me. I've been turning you on
all this time."
*** Chapter 11 ***
"Geez, I never thought I'd feel like this. I DO want you. And
the longer I think about it, the harder it gets to take my mind off
you." Cheryl started to unbutton and unzip the jeans that Jeffrey had
only finished with.
Jeffrey stopped her, then looked up into her face. "I don't know
if I'm ready. This body's too new to me. I'm not sure if I want you
doing that... with..."
Cheryl put both arms around Jeffrey, which was now very easy for
her. Jeffrey put his head on her shoulder. "It's my fault", she
said. "This is really spectacular. I know what it feels like.
You're ready. You're just not as excited as I am. What did you do to
excite a female when you wanted to...?"
"I was gradual. I'd touch innocent places at first... Kiss,
touch her nipples, rub where she liked it, put my fingers between her
legs..." Jeffrey realized that he was now telling Cheryl what to do
with him. The words, and the images, started to work on him.
Cheryl took him to bed, and kissed him. He didn't resist. She
played with him, gradually stimulating him, like he had done to her
before. She put her hand under his blouse, and touched his bra. He
still didn't resist. Jeffrey's pussy was getting wet. The Device was
even able to produce his scent's effect on Cheryl. It caught her
attention, and made her anticipate the copulation she wanted. The
bulge in her pants had grown, and she removed her jeans and shirt.
Then she put her hands in Jeffrey's pants, and quickly found the
opening of his pussy. She stroked him for a while before sliding a
finger inside. It was very wet.
"Wow..." was all that Jeffrey could say. Cheryl stopped long
enough for them to undress. She now inserted her finger all the way,
feeling the softness around it, and watching Jeffrey fade away into
ecstasy. Finally she couldn't stand it. She climbed on top of him,
but couldn't manage to find the opening with her penis alone. In the
ultimate act of consent, Jeffrey reached between his legs and guided
the tip of her cock into his pussy. Her cock was dry, and it didn't
go in at first. Jeffrey's touch on her penis was driving her crazy.
She started moving, in and out, and with each thrust was moistened a
bit, and slid further in. They both chimed together; "Oooh" as she
penetrated him, her penis finally vanishing into his body. Copulation
lasted for several exhausting minutes... Jeffrey keenly aware of
Cheryl's presence inside him, and Cheryl feeling the semen building
inside her, ready for the climax. They came a moment later, Jeffrey
feeling his cunt tightening involuntarily around Cheryl's member...
and Cheryl feeling the hot come traveling through her body, through
her penis, and finally relieved as it quietly spurted out from her
penis and vanished into Jeffrey's body. She collapsed, penis still
inside, and a few moments later found the energy to move. Her penis,
which was smaller now, slid lazily out of Jeffrey. Neither of them
talked for about 10 or 15 minutes, it seemed.
*** Chapter 11 ***
Cheryl was the first to speak. "I'm never going to forget this.
Now I know just how it feels. I can be a perfect lover, now that I
know what does what! But you know something? We COULD have
forgotten something."
"What?"
"I know we didn't need it here, but I bet you didn't even think
of it. Protection. Birth Control. For all you know, I could have
just made you pregnant! To think! I could have made YOU pregnant!"
"Well... Hmm. No, I guess I didn't. As a man, I would have. I
did when we mated the first time. Eeeks, you're right. I'm on the
other end now, huh? At least..."
With a bit of pride, Cheryl resumed. "Well, you never know.
Right this second *MY* sperm are swimming around inside YOU, hunting
for an egg that may or may not be there. If they find it... Well,
let's just say you'll have another use for your tits besides exciting
ME."
Jeffrey was suddenly concerned. She had done strange things in
the past. "You wouldn't...."
That's the question Cheryl expected. "Relax. I've never had a
baby. So even if I was going to be mean about it, I wouldn't know how
to make you feel it. And it takes a while before you'd know, anyway."
They continued talking for a while, mostly exchanging their
experiences so far. They played with each other some more. They made
love again, this time with Jeffrey sitting on top of Cheryl. After
that, they learned that they could "reset" right away if they wished,
and started again, side by side. But this time, just after Cheryl
pushed inside Jeffrey, he tightened up and motioned her to stop. He
proposed an experiment.
*** Chapter 12 ***
"Let's try something. Let's switch back to ourselves, and try
again that way. I want to feel the difference now that I've had sex
as a woman."
Cheryl nodded, but didn't move from her position. She was too
far along to just stop. She pushed her penis into Jeffrey as far as
she could, and pressed herself tightly against him. Then she held him
still. Jeffrey didn't say anything.
She had pressed her chest against Jeffrey's; nipple against
nipple. They adhered to each other. Jeffrey started to feel his size
changing. Cheryl's body shrank in Jeffrey's arms, and he felt his
former strength returning. She planted the penis firmly inside him.
It fused to his vagina as his breasts fused to Cheryl's chest. He
felt the sensation between his legs changing.
She started to pull away from him, tugging on his chest and
groin. As she did, Jeffrey started to feel a stickiness within
Cheryl; it grew, and started to change to slipperiness. He was now
moving within her. She tugged once again on his chest, and now the
breasts were Cheryl's. The secondary changes had all happened-- hair,
voice, and such, but nobody noticed. Without even separating, Jeffrey
started sliding *his* penis in an out of *Cheryl's* pussy, and started
towards his orgasm. It didn't feel better or worse to invade than to
be invaded, he decided. Different, but he liked it both ways. The
contractions of his pussy were now the pulsations of his cock.
He nearly lept out of his chair. The Device had switched off.
Cheryl opened her eyes and set the blue box down on the counter,
panting even though she couldn't have possibly been out of breath.
They sat for a moment. Jeffrey could tell that Cheryl was wet; He
grew hard for a minute or two, carrying over from the fantasy just as
Cheryl had. The erection subsided.
Jeffrey broke the silence. "That's too bad. It always seems to
happen at a bad time. Oh well, I promised you a dinner, and you must
be hungry. It's after 9."
Cheryl sighed one last time. "No, it's not 'too bad'. Uhh.. I
don't know what to say! Thanks very much. Mind, though, if we save
the dinner for some other night? All I want tonight is a quick pizza
or something."
Jeffrey tried not to look too dejected. He got up and switched
off the equipment and a few lights. "No, that's OK, I can take you
out some other time." He continued locking up, and headed with Cheryl
towards the door.
"Good. It's getting late, and I want to have as much time as
possible... That is, if you don't mind spending the night. Or a few
nights. Just this time, let's remember the birth control, okay?"
Jeffrey laughed, then embraced his mate for a long kiss. With
that, they headed out for a pizza.
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