The next morning I woke to find myself alone in the bed, opposite Mark sat slumped in a chair, his head back staring at the ceiling. A few moments later Sandy walked in from the bathroom, "Oh you're awake, I didn't want to disturb you. You looked so peaceful."
"Thanks," I chuckled. "How long has Mark been like that?"
"About half an hour," she replied.
"That long?"
"He's been taking a lot longer to wake up recently. I'm wondering if its because I've been inside him for such a long time."
I sucked on my lip, "At least he still wakes up."
She just shrugged. "Say, you want to swap today?"
"If you like," I replied a little reluctantly. I threw the quilt to one side and sat on the edge of the bed stretching. I pondered on the fact that I'd be losing Grant as I gently rubbed my thick pec. Trying to push the thought from my mind I got to my feet, leaving Grant still sitting on the bed. Devoid of any control his body relaxed and fell to the bed.
I glanced at Sandy's naked form and blushed a little, still feeling the embarrassment from the teenager's mind that I now shared. "I can't believe you still blush when you see me like this," she smirked as she hugged me, "you're something special Daniel." Maybe I was, a thirty-four year old hiding in a teenager's body.
I hugged her tight, feeling the warmth from her own body. I kissed her on the forehead and we looked at each other for a moment before parting. There was something there, but it felt awkward as ourselves.
Mark looked tired and drawn. I wondered what effect this extended occupancy was having on his body. Turning I sat down on his lap and wriggled into his shorter frame. Sitting up I stretched and rolled my shoulders. I could still feel the effects of yesterdays training at the gym. I walked over to the bed where Sandy was gently stroking the stubble on Grant's cheek. "He's a good man," she whispered.
"How so?" I asked as she traced her hand down his neck and let it rest on his chest.
"He's helping us start a new company," she thought for a moment, "well, Mark and Becky. He's very smart, sold one of his own companies to help us."
Mark's memories were starting to filter through to me. "--and you're moving to the west-coast after the marriage?" I gasped. "When where you going to tell me?" Of course I knew the answer. It was why Sandy had asked to swap so I could find the answers for myself. "Oh, you've already got a house. A big house! He's going to be living with you in his own apartment."
The idea of Sandy--or Mark?--being so far away annoyed me as I watched her slip into Grant's body. He sat up and stretched, linking his fingers behind his head. His stomach tightened as his abs surfaced. He twisted to the left and right only to emphasise his definition.
He released his grip and relaxed. He smiled at me with a look that could easily melt a heart. I had to hand it to Sandy. She knew how to use every aspect of someone's body to her advantage and yet never give away there was someone else in control. "So do you fancy a game of golf?