Long Journey Home

 
The Long Journey Home 2
 
Jason awoke to the sensation of being pressed against smooth, silky skin all along his body, and soft lips nibbling and licking at his mouth. He stretched sensuously, moaning his delight, without opening his eyes; his lover was doing incredible things to him, and he certainly didn’t want to get distracted!
 
*Mmh, Tammy....* He dimly wondered at her lack of inhibition as a warm hand skimmed down his side, over his hipbone and along his t. Th. The warm lips closed over his, and a moist tongue-tip slid along the seam, gently teasing his mouth open. A sweet thrill coursed through him, and he reached out with his own tongue to return the caress. The taste was familiar and oh-so-intoxicating; arching into the hot body holding him close, he abandoned himself to sensation.
 
*What a way to wake up!*
 
The skilled mouth wandered lower, trailing tiny nip-kisses down his throat. Long strands of silkyr brr brushed against his skin, stimulating every nerve-cell on their way; Jason moaned again, and was rewarded with a wicked chuckle. Was it his imagination, or was there something wrong with both their voices? He tried to pry his sleep-heavy eyes open, but was distracted by the hot wetness fastening on his right nipple. He hissed sharply at the tingles shooting directly into his groin, and tensed for a moment, only to relax blissfully as a knowledgeable hand covered the juncture of his thighs and slipped between, to delve deeply into the damp folds. A finger dipped into the waiting channel, and Jason let his legs fall open to allow deeper penetration, when all of a sudden his brain registered exactly what he was feeling.
 
Dark eyes snapped open and he jerked up from the pillows, only to be met by a laughing pair of very familiar brown ones. Frantic, Jason looked around. It was daylight; the room was the same he’d entered last night with Tammy, only Tammy was not the person holding him possessively close. Instead of cuddling up to a lithe, willowy young woman, he was in bed, naked, with ....
 
"Tommy?!?" His voice was a startled squeak.
 
"Did you expect someone else, love?" Tommy’s voice shook with suppressed laughter as he slid his hand teasingly deeper between the smooth legs. The sensation sent another flash of heat to the throbbing place between his thighs, and Jason let his eyes wander down there. Horrified, he noticed things he’d never expected to see on his own body: instead of a broad expanse of chest and sculpted abs, he saw full, nicely-rounded breasts, their brown tips still erect, and past the smoothly rounded curve of his belly, nestled between the triangle of dark curls, there was -- nothing?
 
"Oh my God!" Throwing Tommy off with desperate strength, he bounded out of bed to come to a halt in front of the dresser mirror. Jason stared at the reflected image. Only hours ago, he’d stood in the exact same place, holding Tammy close and caressing her sweet mounds; what he saw now was another young woman with short dark hair, tanned creamy skin and a knock-out figure. The worst thing, though, was that that young woman unmistakeably wore his own face.
 
*Oh Lord ..... I’ve been switched again!* Something else occurred to him. *Tammy -- what happened to you?* He felt sick with worry and his own loss. Sending up a frantic prayer to the Powers-That-Be, he could only hope that she’d gotten her ‘own’ Jason back -- and that his alter ego wouldn’t hurt her when he suddenly found himself in bed with a girl he couldn’t even remember kissing!
 
*Talk about 'morning-after' shock!*
 
His own shock doubled as Tommy stepped up behind him and closed strong arms around his waist, pulling him gently against his naked chest.
 
"Jess?"
 
Jason groaned. Part of him wanted nothing more than to lean into that embrace, but he knew he mustn’t. Before he could react, Tommy pressed a soft kiss against the side of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
 
"What’s wrong, love?"
 
The sensual, concerned voice wrapped itself around Jason’s reeling mind, just as the strong arms wrapped themselves around his body, which was suddenly covered in goosebumps. His nipples contracted. Suddenly aware of his state of undress, Jason blushed hotly and tore himself free, casting about for some -- any -- garment. Snatching up a dark green terry cloth robe, he hastily covered himself.
 
Tommy watched him with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment.
 
"Don’t you think it’s a little late to go all shy on me, Jess? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re actually embarrassed for me to see you au naturel."
 
Jason tried to form words, but his voice seemed to have gotten lost. His face burning, he desperately looked anywhere but at the familiar naked body of his best friend. Tommy and he had showered together after phys. ed. or a workout often enough that they were used to each other; nudity had never been a problem. Now, however, Jason could hardly bring himself to look at his own body -- or at least the one he inhabited right now --, much less at the man whl tol too obviously was this girl’s lover.
 
Tommy was getting worried. Jess and he had spent the night at his parents’ house; he knew she was still a bit shy about sharing his bed whenever they were with family, but they’d been living together for almost two years now, ever since they started classes at AGU. However, she’d never reacted quite like this before. He didn’t think he’d hurt her; after all, they often woke each other by a little seduction, if they had the time. Everything had seemed fine, her response to his lovemaking as sensuous and passionate as always, until he’d slipped a finger into her tight little pussy. Jess had never bolted like that, not even their first time, when she’d been still unsure of her sexuality. Now, she seemed almost ... terrified?
 
"Jessie, what is it?"
 
He tried to make his voice as soothing as he knew how as he stepped closer and reached out to draw her into his embrace. Panicked, she took a step backwards and caught up against the dresser. Her dark eyes, usually looking at him with love and trust, were wide with something he was hard put not to call fright. Her sweet lips trembled as she worked to formulate a reply to his question. When she finally found her voice, it was hoarse with strain.
 
"C-could you g-get ... dressed?"
 
Tommy would do anything if it made her feel better.
 
"Sure."
 
He looked around, then quirked a smile at her.
 
"You’re wearing my robe."
 
Jason looked down at the roomy garment. Dimly he remembered that it had been a Christmas present to Tommy from his grandmother shortly after he’d moved to Angel Grove. He hardly ever wore it, though. Fighting another blush, he cast frantically about, when Tommy’s hand held out a smaller, peach-coloured robe. Taking it with trembling hands, he was about to unfasten the green belt, when he realized he couldn’t change without displaying himself to Tommy once more. He helplessly closed his eyes. Tommy, bless him, seemed to understand his dilemma.
 
"Do you want me to turn around?"
 
" P-please?"
 
Tommy turned his well-muscled back towards Jason, and he swiftly slipped out of the terry robe into the lighter garment. The clingy material felt wonderful against his naked skin, but Jason hardly noticed. Hesitantly, he touched his best friend’s arm with his robe and sighed with relief as they both were dressed -- well, almost, anyway.
 
"Is this better?" Tommy asked, as he tied his belt. Jess was looking less harried now, but still wouldn’t quite meet his eyes. She slowly edged past him to sit on the edge of the bed they’d shared only minutes ago. She absently ran her hand over the rumpled cover, and Tommy had to fight the urge to simply haul her into his arms. She looked so lost sitting there, clutching the lapels of her robe tightly, that he almost couldn’t stand it. Instead, he waited for her to make the next move.
 
"Y-yes."
 
"Jess, what’s wrong? Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad, can it? You know I’m there for you."
 
Jess didn’t answer his anxious questions. Instead, she gazed up at him with a look he couldn’t indentify, but it formed a cold ball of dread in his stomach.
 
"Jess?"
 
"Is that my name?"
 
"What?!?"
 
Tommy couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Suddenly weak-kneed, he sank down on the mattress next to her, stunned. It registered only marginally that she wasn’t shying away from him any longer.
 
The woman he loved looked at him with a curious half-smile, and sighed.
 
"Please ... bear with me? I ... I’ll explain everything in a moment, but ... I need to know a few things first. C-can you do that?"
 
"I ... of course. I’d do anything for you; you know that. I love you."
 
"Oh , Tommy..." she colle her herself with a visible effort. Drawing a deep breath, she squared her shoulders in an all-too familiar gesture and looked at him with serious dark eyes.
 
Tommy swallowed hard. "Shoot."
 
"Would you tell me who I am?"