Body Swap! 3: Reverse The Curse!

A few days later Ember Snow and Emily Willis still haven’t cracked the riddle. They sit across from each other, trading stories about the days spent living the other’s life. The apologies come out stiff at first, then softer. No time left to keep score. Valedictorian gets picked tomorrow; they need the swap undone tonight. They head back to the library, the last roll of the dice. Hours crawl by under fluorescent lights. Nothing. They’re running out of ideas when the answer hits them both at once, low in the gut: they have to fuck. One look confirms it. They peel off clothes in a narrow aisle between tall stacks, the air already thick with nerves and want. Emily’s mouth finds Ember’s neck; Ember’s hand slides between her thighs, fingers slick and searching. They grind against each other on the worn carpet, quick fingers, wet tongues, breath held tight to keep quiet. When Ember slides two fingers deep into Emily and curls, Emily bites her own wrist to stay silent. Emily returns the favor, tongue flicking hard over Ember’s clit until her hips jerk. They don’t rush the finish. Each girl draws the other out, backs arching, thighs trembling, until the sharp pulse of orgasm knocks them both flat. They lie there panting, skin tacky, waiting to see if the magic sticks.