This was bliss.
Zoey was inside me.
Not like that. Well, like that too, but she was literally in my body, submerged completely. She could control my muscles like they were hers, but since it was my body we were using, she still gave me the freedom.
The shower was one jolly ride. I was mostly doing my business, not thinking much more of it, rubbing my soapy washcloth over my soft and silky skin, then my hand sneakily went down my sex, and started rubbing it like a masseur. Of course, I 'couldn't have it', so I made sure to keep my legs shut as I rinsed myself clean from the sweat that had been all over me after our collaborative masturbation session.
Once cleaned, Zoey making especially sure I rubbed my sensitive spots dry, causing reverse effects, we walked over to my wardrobe to pick my clothes for the day.
My hands clasped together, shocking me awake after staring of into space for too long. Did I just let Zoey take over entirely?
"I know!" I uncontrollably spoke, I decided to let my girlfriend finish.
She took one of my coat hangers from the rack, and showed what she wanted me to wear. A green and white dress with a skirt length that ended right below my knees.
"Zoey," I whined, still with a smile on my face, "it's not warm enough for such clothes yet."
I felt a giggle rise up my throat, I suppressed it, so all that came out was an odd noise.
I let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, your pick then."
She made me grin again, in her typical foxy way. Somehow, she managed that. "Ohohoh, Sarah," she laughed. "You'll be in for a treat."
Somehow, I didn't doubt that.
Bras and panties then. I opened another drawer.
I reached down to grab the one on top of the pile, but with a jerk in my arm, I managed to miss, my thumb and index finger picking out another one in the process, like a claw machine.
I let it dangle in front of me. Just digesting what I had- what Zoey had made me pick. What she was going to make me wear.
"A black fucking string Zoey. This is going to be you too, remember?"
"So what?" She replied. "Not like they're going to see it, or me, now that you mention it."
"Such storming weather today..." I said.
"You're bluffing!" She yelled.
Opening my bras drawer, I picked the equally baring bra that had come with the string. I wore some regular stockings over my legs to keep at least some of my dignity intact.
I went downstairs to prepare breakfast, for me only this time.
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"You know..." Zoey said, through bites of that cereal she hated so. I made sure she wouldn't open our mouth to speak until I swallowed that bite.
*Gulp*
"...I've never heard you moan during sexy time, Sarah." She finished.
I scoffed. "And you never will." I said, sternly.
"What's stopping me from making you, though?"
The beginnings of a loud, expressive moan rose up from my throat. Just in time, I held it down, glaring at the wall before me. I was cautious during every breath I took, that she wouldn't play me. Damn her!
"You're not gonna hear it!" I quickly said between breaths, fighting an inside battle.
Her attempts died down, and once I found I had complete control over my lungs and vocal cords, I resumed breakfast again. I lifted a spoonful of cereal to my mouth.
"Aaahhn~"
My hands flew towards my mouth, where the noise came from just as I opened it for a bite. My spoon spilled its milk onto the tabletop as I dropped it onto the table. Stifled giggles and gasps tried escaping, then all-out laughter erupted right beside me. Zoey had grown her head right next to mine just to mock me. Her arms had grown out too, as they clutched my sides as she bellowed on. I was quickly running out of breath.
"My goodness, that was amazing!" Zoey said, as she merged with me again. I was left panting and miserable, flustered in shame and, oddly enough, amusement.
"Fuck you." I muttered, after I recovered.
Something licked me down below, I jolted up from my seat.
"With pleasure." Zoey teased.
I quickly finished breakfast and left for work after that.