“Can I return to my body now?” I asked while surveying my bed.
Naked Deen hugged my Erind body, also naked, as she trembled from climaxing. The sheets were soaked from sweat and… other liquids. I had been playing with Deen for an hour and a half already, and I had made her come multiple times. Deen, on the other hand, had been using her hands to play with my Erind body. I wasn’t sure why, but she was super turned on with my soulless husk of a body, repeatedly calling it her doll.
“Deen? Are you listening to me?”
Deen purred in response, hugging my original body tighter. She had her eyes closed and was probably about to go to sleep. She didn’t care about lying in the mess we had made.
I shook my head. Things I had to deal with having Deen as my girlfriend.
Was this worth it? The sex was fun and all, but I also had to deal with the aftermath. And I was going to sacrifice most, if not all, of my alone time. I didn’t even have a bed to call my own because I was sharing it with Deen. Sleep was no longer my escape from the world, with Deen always sticking to me like an abalone to a rock.
My introverted self didn’t like this at all. Maybe Deen would be amenable if I spent every other night on the sofa? Probably not. Could I have days off in a relationship? I wasn’t going off to cheat; I just wanted some alone time. I really didn’t know how relationships should work because I had faked my past ones—I didn’t really care for those guys back in high school.
I suppose this was my first real relationship? We did say ‘I love you’ to each other. Not sure if I meant it.
Eh, I guess I did. Some part of me really did care for Deen; if I didn’t, I wouldn’t put up with her crazy self. And this wasn’t just for free food or whatnot. I wasn’t a gold digger, right?
“I’m returning now. We’re done here,” I said, shaking my head to get rid of weird thoughts.
I felt the bottom of my chin, imagining the bottom of my Pino mask. Then I pulled it off. I was suddenly transported to my bed and into Deen’s embrace. To be more accurate, my Pino body was gone, and my soul had returned to my original body.
“Deen, don’t sleep. We have to clean up.”
“Hmmm?” Deen half-opened her eyes. “Oh… You’re back?”
“I just told you that we’re done,” I said, squirming in her arms. She hugged me tighter, pressing her breasts on my flat chest as if mocking me. I strained harder. She used superstrength to keep me in place. The bed started to creak as we struggled, so I stopped moving.
“Good girl…” Deen planted a kiss on my nose.
“You are a super creep. Like, you’re aware of what you’re doing and the stuff you say, right? You’re purposely doing this to mess with me.”
“Maybe? I. Just. Want. To. Have. Fun. With. You.” Deen kissed a random part of my face after each word.
“We already had lots of fun. Time to get up.”
Deen made a whining sound like a child about to have a tantrum. “I still have many things that I want to do. So many things…” I felt her arms on my back slowly descend to my butt. “I want to insert my tongue in your—”
“No!” I twisted my body, trying to wriggle out of her hold. “We’ve talked about it many times already. My answer is still the same.”
“You’ve done it to me…”
“Just because I did it to you doesn’t mean I want the same thing.”
Deen leaned forward to kiss me. “Come on, Erind…” she drawled while our lips were pressed together. “You’re mine. Let me do whatever I want with you.” Her hands grabbed my butt cheeks. Her fingers crawled towards the middle.
“That’s enough, you degenerate.” I extended my arms to break her hug.
She continued trying to reach my behind. We stumbled out of bed and wrestled a bit on the floor. It was such a silly sequence of events that both of us started laughing. But it didn’t mean that I lowered my guard. I managed to hug Deen. Keeping my hold on her secured, I stood up and pulled her to the bathroom, her feet dragging on the floor.
“Are you going to bathe me, Mommy?” Deen asked.
Deen went limp, so I had to fully carry her weight. That was no biggie for me. The problem was that she had thought of another degenerate thing. “You’re not satisfied with our sister play? You want me to play as your mom?”
“Unless you want me to be the mom?” Deen asked, laughing.
“No plays or any shenanigans while we shower.”
“What about—?”
“No.” I opened the shower room and placed Deen inside first.
She put her hands on her hips, sassily swaying them to the right. “You didn’t listen to what I had to say.”
“We’ll have a quick shower. Get dressed. And clean my room. Might as well clean the whole unit while we’re at it. Those linens have to get in the washing machine. I don’t want my room smelling like sex. Got it?” I stepped into the shower. My face was right in front of Deen’s giant marshmallow bosom.
For a moment, I was tempted to bury my face in them. I really liked my girlfriend, her body, and everything. But I controlled myself and turned on the shower. Deen hugged me as water fell. I expected her to let her hands wander, especially to my bottom, which had been her target. But Deen didn’t do anything.
She touched the back of my head and made me rest my cheek on her breasts. She played with my hair as the cool water started to warm with the heater kicking in. We stayed like that for a few minutes.
“Erind.”
“Yeah?”
“Did you mean what you said?”
I gazed up at Deen, placing my chin in the valley of her breasts. “That I love you?”
Deen nodded. A hint of worry creased her forehead. Did she think that I was kidding earlier? If she knew my true self, then she’d have a reason to worry. That said, what did my true self think of this?
“Yes, I love you,” I said, looking into her eyes.
It wasn’t so difficult to say. No guilt in my heart that I was lying. But it also wasn’t the case that it was completely true. I couldn’t love in the normal sense… In the sense that Deen expected. However, I also didn’t want to explain my true self to her. Would she accept me? Probably. Would she understand? Probably not.
Much better to keep things simple. Let Deen be the crazy one.
“I love you, too,” Deen said, furiously blushing. She grabbed my hips and raised me so that my head was an inch higher than hers. She tilted her chin up, inviting me for a kiss.
I draped my arms around her neck and bowed down for a kiss. A soft one. No tongue action. Deen also didn’t try to push her tongue into my mouth. We broke it off and did quick little pecks, tasting the water flowing over our lips.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I said. “Let me lather you with soap.”
“Are you going to—?”
“No funny business! We’ll wash each other and be out of here. I want everything done before Myra returns.”
Surprisingly, Deen complied. Even as her hands glided between my legs, they didn’t linger to do anything else. The only sexual thing we did was once again hug each other and rub our bodies as the water washed the soap away. We then dried each other with towels.
I kind of liked the feeling that we were doing things for each other. Yep, I could shower and dry myself. But this gesture was endearing. We even picked clothes, including underwear, that the other should wear.
“We should do this often,” Deen said, slowly pulling up my white panties.
“You just like playing with me like a doll. Let’s get to cleaning.”
(Author’s Notes: My current plan with ExD is to continue to the cruise ship part, have some scenes there, and wrap it up. Maybe they’ll retire from the fighting and go elsewhere? What are your thoughts?
We’ll then switch ExD to track the rewrite. As for the rewrite itself, we have a slow burning a “relationship” between Deen and Erind. It won’t be to the level of ExD, but it’ll be something. ExD is just an addon for the fans who want the romcom and adult scenes.)