I first met Carla when, needing some excercise, I signed up for an areobic kickboxing class down at the gym. By some snafu, either by man or machine, I was placed into a sparring class. Since I'm not a violent woman, this made me understandably nervous, but I decided to stay with it and see how it turned out. Thankfully it was a women's class, so I wouldnt' have to worry about any guys hitting me (or on me!).
For the first couple of weeks we started doing only drills and some excercises, so we'd have the technique down when the fighting started. I learned to enjoy getting sweaty and the little aches and pains that come from a good workout. I hadn't even noticed Carla there until the day when all thirty or so of us marched in wearing the somewhat ridicuous-looking protective gear. Since I was on something of a limited budget, I had the cheapest, somewhat oversize gloves, foot- and headgear and a mouthpeice that made me look like I was trying to swallow a whole orange. On the other hand, Carla was wearing compact, snug fitting equipment that looked very professional. It was all black and made her look more than a little intimidating and positively evil. I was sure, and later would confirm, that this was not her first time.
To put this the short way, I actually did enjoy sparring somewhat, even though all of us were a little squeamish about hitting each other. So, that first night nothing really hurt much, but the last round I went up against Carla. Now lemme tell you, she was fast, but somehow I had no trouble anticipating what she would do. She always got the upper hand with the other students, but somehow I was able to anticipate her moves, and block or dodge with relative ease. Finally, I let my guard down just enough for her to catch me with a cross across the cheek, and a roundhouse into the ribs sent me staggering with the wind knocked out.
I'm sorry, Jen, are you okay?" Carla asked me in concern you wouldn't expect from someone who could hit so hard. I coughed and let her know I was fine. My pride was all that was really hurt, but in the locker rooms later that day, as I crossed the mirrors in anticipation of a nice hot shower, I noticed a small bruise on my cheek, right where she had hit me.
"You hit pretty hard for a girl," I said to Carla as we got undressed, and showed her my knew shiner.
"Omigosh, I'm sorry," she said, touching it gingerly. If it hurt, I didn't notice, because she had stopped undressing after removing her sports bra and was topless in front of me. Now, Carla is Black (or African-American if you prefer) and quite a looker. No, actually, she was stunning. An inch or so taller than me, athletic figure and a bust I would have died for, at least a 42 D cup, high and firm. Her nipples were large, like a pair of Hershey's kisses, and you could tell just by looking that they were all natural.
Carla either didn't notice my staring or didn't care. We made for the showers, and I just couldn't keep my eyes off her. As she soaped up her body, I found myself wishing I was doing it to her, rubbing and massaging her smooth skin. By the time she bent over, with her shapely ass toward me, I saw she shaved and by now it was all I could do not to finger myself. I still got very wet, just at the sight of her behind, not to mention the long unobstructed view of her legs. Myself, I'm on the slim side, blonde and blue, with a much smaller bust than Carla.
Anyway, after showering, Carla and I ended up going out for drinks. Somehow we just hit it off and were chatting like girlfriends. We didn't get all that tipsy, which surprised me because I didn't hesitate when she asked me to her place. Leaving the bar, we walked hand-in-hand the eight blocks or so. It seemed a long walk but I didn't mind. Carla was holding my hand, which felt, well, nice. I was actually saddened when we got to her building, since it meant the long nighttime walk was over.
We rode up the elevator in quiet, being all by ourselves, and Carla showed me into her top-floor apartment. It was spaciaous, and decorated like one of the houses on The Real World.
"This is nice," I said, hoping I didn't sound too nosy. "Say, what do you do when you're not kicking butt?"
"Sort of a freelance artist," Carla said, and grabbed me one of her sketch pads. She went to make some coffee as I kicked off my shoes, stretched out on the couch and looked through it. Most were model work, or it looked like, women in a variety of clothing, from slips to swimwear. After the tenth page turn Carla came back and handed me a mug.
"Chocolate rasberry," she said, sitting down next to me.
"That's my favorite."
"Mine too, yeah." We took slow sips. Carla scooted closer to look over my shoulder, and I felt the bare skin of her leg on my arm. It was then I noticed Carla had changed, wearing an overlarge shirt, and nothing else. Even though I couldn't see, I knew somehow that she wasnt wearing any panties. The thought made my legs quiver.
"Um, these are pretty good," I told her, not really knowing what else to say at the moment. "Any of these girls you know?"
"No comment," Carla said with a grin, and moved even closer. I could practically feel the heat from her body warming me. Unconsciously I leaned towards her. I could smell the sweet coffee on her breath, almost taste it. "Well. . ." she went on, pointing out a sketch of a seminude woman lying on her stomach, with a towel over her bottom. "There was Lisa, she was lots of, um, fun." For the first time I saw Carla blush, and my face warmed in empathy.
It was then that I kissed her, with my mouth mostly closed but firmly, pushing her shoulders down on the couch. Carla responded by kneading my shoulders with her warm hands, and slipping her tongue through my lips. Undoing a few buttons I slid my hand inside her shirt, resting it on the throb of her heartbeat. After what seemed like hours, I sat up. Without speaking, we stood, Carla shrugging off her shirt. Kissing me even more she undressed me slowly, amlost tenderly. When my clothes were on the floor, she took my hand and led me into her bedroom.
We practically carried each other onto the large double bed, stripping off the covers, and sat with our legs twined together, kissing and stroking. I bent my head down and Calra sighed as I took her swollen, chocolate nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting. I was a little disappointed when it didn't taste like chocolate.
"I love your tits," I said huskily. "They're so big, I wish mine were like those."
"Yours may be small, but I think they're sexy," Carla said, giving my nipples a squeeze, making that small pain shoot to my belly in the way I've always loved. We massaged and fondled each other, eventually we wound up on our sides, and I traced my fingers over Carla's smooth pussy. She opened her legs up, pressing her sex against mine. "Mmmm," she moaned, grinding against me, "your pubes, they feel so good on my cunt..."
Suddenly my own pussy started to tingle madly, like somone was tickling my clit. Carla's legs wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close to her while we kissed madly. Together we humped faster and faster, panting. The last thing I was aware of, before we climaxed together, was a strange but not unpleasant tingling over my skin. It almost burned where my skin was touching Carla's.
I woke up in a daze sometime later. It was still dark outside. I felt dizzy and fatigued, like after working out too hard, but I couldn't get back to sleep. So I just lay where I was for the time being.
"Good morning," a woman's voice said. After a while I recognized it as Carla's, coming gently in my right ear, but I was too tired to look in her direction.
"Mmmmorning," I mumbled, then tried to ask what time it was. It came out something like "Mwwwth mmmp mmf mm?"
"It's four-thirty," she said, as if she actually understood what I tried to say. I wanted to roll over to hug her, but my body didn't seem to want to move. Numb wasn't quite the right word, but I felt strangely detached from myself, and I just chocked it up to being so tired.
"Don't try to move right now, ok?" Carla's voice said with some urgency. "Just try and relax, and keep your eyes closed." Most people would take this to mean something was wrong but for some reason I felt oddly calm about it. I kept my eyes closed, and was aware that I was being moved, but how, where, and even how fast I couldn't tell, and it made me a little dizzy. "Okay, you can open your eyes," Carla said.
I did, and found I was looking into a full-length mirror. I had a brief glimpse of a two-headed woman before I gasped, and passed out.
When I woke again, I could tell I was lying on the bed, my body was feeling less...detached. "Carla?" I asked. I felt a hand on my lips.
"Don't worry, I'm here," she said softly.
"Omigosh I had the weirdest dream, that I had two heads or something," I said.
"Jen, that wasn't a dream. Look up." I did, up at the ceiling, there was a mirror I didn't notice last night. I saw the same thing I saw earlier. I saw both of our heads, on a pair of broad shoulders, with two pairs of full breasts beneath. My head was on the left side, Carla's on the right. The upper pair of breasts was my own, pale skin color while the lower pair was Carla's dark complexion. The first time I noticed this strange new body had four arms, a second pair seemed to stick out from my armpits, once again showing Carla's skin color. The rest of the torso seemed normal, a flat firm stomach, I could even see that the pubic hair was, well, gone, as if it had been freshly shaved. And the legs, too. Two of them, and the shape was perfectly normal, but midway down the thigh they darkened to Carla's swarthy skin tone.
"What, what have you done to me?" I asked slowly. Despite the shock of having my....our...body transformed this way I didn't seem to panic. I turned my head all the way to the right, and looked at her face. It was strange, yet oddly natural to have her face so close to mine.
"First of all, it's not permanent," Carla assured me. "In fact, I could undo it right now of you wanted me to, which you don't." Which, strangely, was true. Being joined to her body, or parhaps the other way around was wonderfully warm and comforting. Intimate.
"You might have guessed by now," Carla continued. "There's some magic involved. I don't know how I got it, but I've had it as long as I can remember. I've been able to do just about anything I want: fly, transform, you name it. I could probably even kill someone with just a thought, but I never tried it." She sighed. "In fact, I probably couldn't. I can do whatever I want to myself or inanimate objects, but I can't effect other people if they weren't willing."
"How, how did you know I was willing?" I asked. "Did you ask me?"
"No, but I could feel how much you wanted to be with me. I was just afraid you'd say no, or think I was crazy. So I did it while you slept." Suddenly her head leaned back into the pillow, her eyes closed and I saw a single tear leak out from underneath. "Please, don't hate me for this," Carla whispered. "If you want me to, I'll change us back."
"No, I don't hate you," I said. "And if you had asked me I probably would have told you where to shove it, but," I reached up with my left hand and touched her face, wiping the tear with my finger. "Somehow, I'm glad you did. I can't explain it but I always felt so, well, close to you. I don't think I could get much closer than this."
Carla's full lips smiled then, and I realized that if I tilted my neck forward I'd be able to reach them, so I did. As our lips met, Carla's right hand came up to caress my face. It was strange that even though I couldn't move her pair of arms, I could still feel them. Our tongues started moving, and I couldn't help but giggle a little as I hooked my right arm under hers to squeeze her breast. Carla did the same for mine and we both gasped, and kissed with renewed passion. Our breasts were especially sensitive, and just massaging them made my...her...our pussy wet.
"Can we, um, touch it?" I finally asked when I came up for some air. Carla didn't answer. As if we were thinking the same thing, my left hand and her right slid down our stomach and began to stroke between our thighs. Unable to resist any longer, we teased our outer lips and clit, soon we were dripping wet. I took the initiative and thrust two fingers inside, making both of us cry out. In reply, Carla started rubbing our clit. After a few agonizingly wonderful minutes we found a rythm, and we did our best to shove each of our tongues down the other's throat. Finally, it was too much and our back arched, our free hands clutching out breasts, our whole body tensed. When we came, we actually squirted, gushing fluids over our hands and the sheets. The climax just kept going and goind, until I think we fainted because I woke again sometime later, to see the sun was starting to come up.
I snapped awake suddenly, afraid it had all been some weird dream. But I saw Carla's face close to mine, and I looked to see our four breasts, four arms and dark-skinned legs. I touched Carla's face and she woke up, smiling at me.
"This is real," I said softly.
"Very much so," she said, and we kissed again. Our four arms crisscrossed our torso, as close to hugging as we could manage. But it was fine. Suddenly the thought of a hot shower came to mind, and I didn't know if it was my idea or Carla's. We seemed to agree though, and I tried to get up. "Oops, I forgot to tell you about that," Carla said. "Um, I think I still control the legs." She did, and I managed to keep my arms out of the way as Carla pushed us up in a more or less normal fashion, and then walked across to the bathroom. Somehow the feeling of helplessnes made my heart flutter. My nipples went hard, which make Carla's nipples go hard and our pussy started to get wet.
I found myself thinking of grinding against a pillow. "Save that one for later, sweetie," Carla said, winking and pinched my nipple, which nearly made us collapse from the sudden pleasure. Instead we enjoyed the sensual foam running over our new body, and took turns holding the shower massager against our clit, climaxing several times.
We made love countless times that weekend. I could never think of it as masturbating. But finally came the inevitable, our condition had to be reversed. It was riciculously simple, one minute we were conjoined the next minute we were in our old bodies. I wanted to cry suddenly, without Carla I felt empty.
And I did when I saw the same look on Carla's beautiful face. Still nude, we simply held each other, sobbing. I didn't want to let go, but Carla pushed us apart. "We can go back," she promised me. "But later, we still have our own friends and family that wouldn't understand what we've just shared." Sniffling, she gave me a simple silver ring, and put it on my left hand. Immediately, I felt dizzy and tingling, and as it passed I noticed a new weight on my chest. My breasts had grown, they were now Carla's 42 D size. I could also feel my pubes were gone. "Think of it as a gift, to remember me by."
Crying all over again, we hugged. Without thinking I slid my hand between her legs, stroking her and she did the same. Soon we fingered each other to cumming. "I love you Carla!" I whispered as we calmed down again.
"I love you too, Jen." We made sure to spend more time "together," but that's another story.