One Switch, Two Switch

A Prologue

The blue light of morning filtered in streaks through draped curtains of the woman's apartment.

My eyes strained and fluttered, foggy. Her hand was still in mine. I sighed in contentment as last night's events rushed back to memory: the pub with mutual friends, the flat tire, the ride home, the long long longest talk we've ever had, the crying...

And then passion-- her perfume sweet as incense, flickering candles, whispered moans between silk sheets-- Oh my god, we actually fucked.

Beside me, Kate stirred. "Good morning."

I turned on my side to see her staring wide-eyed like a doe. No, more like a kitten.

My insecurities threatened to carry me away as I momentarily felt like I had fucked this whole friendship up, but her hand stayed steady. I faced her dead on, close enough to see myself reflected back in her eyes. She smiled; I think I smiled back. She blinked. Our breathing synced. I began to feel at ease. We had been friends through high points and lows for four years. In fact, she had become my best friend. We were in uncharted ground, but on the right track together.

All of a sudden I wanted to lean in and keep the fire blazing, just as it was when we drifted asleep. So I did. Our noses smushed awkwardly at first, then her lips fell alongside mine. I rolled closer, pressing my bare chest against her braless night top and tasting her tongue licking eagerly back. Things were still crackling. Good. After a moment, I rested my head on her pillow and cupped her side.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

Her words seemed to dance on her breath: "Good. I was not expecting all this to happen yesterday! But very glad it did."

"Me too."

"I kind of don't want to go in today. Just keep hanging out, and relax," she said, hand playing now on my chest.

"What time is your call time?" I asked.

"9:30."

"That's not bad. I guess the show is still a few weeks away."

"The countdown..." she started to say -- but at that moment there was a miao! and pawing at the door from Kate's bonded pair of cats.

"Sorry!" she said, squinting in embarrassment. "They can get demanding. Stay in bed if you want, though! I'll be right back.

I told her it was okay. My thoughts were still hazy from love and dreamland anyway. I got up to pee while she fed the pets. I heard kibble pouring and the start of the coffeemaker. Meanwhile, I tried to push through my mind fog and get organized.

Her cats got fed, but to this day I have no idea how Kate managed to return so quickly. When I came out, she sneaked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Come here," she said, pulling me back onto the bed in a cuddle. That didn't last long before she felt my erection. She wiggled.

"I know what will wake you up," she said. "I want to do it again."

I sat, propping myself up against a nearby stack of pillows. "Are you sure?" I asked seriously. "I mean, I'm locked in. All the way. But I wanted to check."

She blew on my face.

"You don't have to protect me. 1000% I won't regret this. And yeah, we've got a lot to figure out, but I know what I want. I want you."

I nodded. Then she kissed me again, and rolled to look down at me. Her hand groped over my shorts, gently bringing me up from the depths. I pulled her by the back to press on me and our clothes were gone. She licked her lips and lowered her face to my meat, squirming out of my grasp so quickly I was shocked. She kissed my happy trail on the way down, finding at the end thick, even bush. Her fingers expertly cradled the sack.

"I got the impression last night that you're kinky?" she asked. She licked up to my cock crown.

I petted her and ran my hand down through her long hair. I bunched it, and finally tightened my grip at the end.

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"I've seen how you tie the knots backstage. And you didn't flinch at all when I asked you to hump my face."

We giggled. She went down on me wetter, slicker, and warmer than I expected. I gasped under her attentions. She was so good, and it was waking me up.

"I also know you," she said between slurps. "You really see me, Finley. I trust you, even with this most precious side."

She paused, cock deep in her mouth. I was slipping into the part I always played. Authoritative, confident, caretaking. I'm not sure why I said the next thing. Maybe for the sake of full disclosure?

"I'm actually a switch," I confessed.

Whatever the reason, it seemed to activate something in her. A whirlwind force that I have learned to recognize many times since.

She stopped and pulled up onto her elbows. I could see her bottom peeking up like two ample globes in the air.

"Really? I am a switch too."

I pulled on her hair.

"Get back down there," I said. "Don't worry about that now."

"Make me," she said. But before I could try, she scrambled up my body again, naked pussy brushing against my tip. I was thick for her, throbbing, boiling. I reached for her soft skin -- she pushed my arms away and kissed intensely. She wanted me to feel her, but not with my hands. We started to play fight, talking without words. I threw all my weight into it, toppling us now against the pillow stack. I was stronger, but she was lean and taller. Doggedly, stubbornly -- each time I tried to get on top she refused me entry. She didn't want me there.

Well Okay -- I thought as we wrestled. Cautiously, I let her maneuver us so my back was against the pillows. I saw how beautiful she looked as she strained to get more of me. She pushed once more, mounted, and I slipped inside her completely.

"Aaah!" she said in pleasure and triumph. "That's more like it. Now stay down."

I smirked. "Don't get used to it. I don't normally let my sub flag fly." We began to rock together. My hands gripped her hips hard. I started to pound her from the bottom, determined to show I was not letting up. "It's not your responsibility."

"It can be," she said breathily. Her hands reached backward to my knees. "And you like it, don't you? I can tell. Spread your legs like a good boy."

I smiled again but resisted her push. I tried a new angle, leaning up to suck hard on one of her bouncing, little breasts.

"I like it, but being a Domme is a lot of work and I don't want you to have to cater to me."

"Who says I'm catering to you? You love to sub, just like I love to do this."

Touching my cheek against her breast with one hand, the other braced on the headboard behind me. Her hips grinding fervently, so wet on me we squished as the bed creaked.

"You're a submissive, considerate, gentle creature. And I love this view of you looking up with those hopeful, puppydog blue eyes."

I froze. She must have read something in my expression I could not control. My heart seemed to leave my body.

"Do you mean that?"

"Lean back and enjoy it," she said sternly. "Stick with me, and you will never be on top again. So you may as well stop trying."

My eyes widened. This was...

Surely dirty talk. She said she was a switch. But then she pushed my legs apart again. And just for this moment, I decided to believe her.

I... I spread them. She descended on me grinning wide, with nothing separating us. I... I liked it a lot.

"You're starting to get it now, aren't you?" Another kiss, this one like a smack.

"Yeah, this is my favorite part. You're so cute when you thrust from down there. Wild, adoring, and desperate You want to pump me again, don't you?"

I nodded, following her lead like it was a leash.

"Go on baby. Thrust for me. Just like that."

I started to pound into her again. But it was all different this time. I went into a frenzy. I was being pulled down a roaring current so natural it felt effortless. Her cries grew more unhinged as I pleased her.

"Ahh... Ooh... mmph... cum for me. Let yourself go... Harder! That's it. Harder, baby right there! AH!"

I can't remember the kind of coffee we had afterwards. All I remember about the play was it sold out multiple nights.

After each one, we did this. So many times it became a blur.

But I remember every moment of that first morning. That whirlwind force-- all the things that made Kate so special as a friend, now transformed into a partner I could trust completely.