Sarah flopped backwards, letting her body fall onto Jon's thin blanket, onto his inflexible spring mattress. He didn't even have memory foam! It was so deliciously normal. Yeah, Sarah could keep this up for a bit.
"Sarah," the voice of Jon's mother -- no, Sarah reminded herself, this woman was Mom now -- her mom's voice called from downstairs, "Karyn's here to see you."
"Okay, Mom!" Sarah called back, righting herself on the bed. Sarah absolutely drank in every second, every experience of behaving like Jon or Karyn would.
then the bedroom door opened, and Karyn walked through, and it was a very different Karyn than what Sarah had been expecting.
The tank dress was the same she'd seen Karyn wearing when she took back the shoes in the locker room. But her makeup game had gone up several notches, and her demeanor felt... well, it felt predatory.
"I promised you I'd come over," Karyn purred.
Sarah was suddenly uncomfortable with the situation she found herself in. The gears in her head started turning. If Karyn was attracted to Jon, then that attraction could very well have transferred onto Sarah. And if Karyn had acquired Sarah's confidence and her demanding nature... this could be a bad combination. Sarah really just wanted to lay low during this whole process, and this version of Karyn, with her current ideas, was way too much of her old life interjecting itself into this new one. She thought quickly.
"Yeah? How about we go downstairs and watch TV."
Karyn smirked. Sarah found that smirk oddly familiar. "You've got me here all to yourself, Sarah. You don't really want to watch TV, do you?"
"We could make up a dance routine."
"We could," Karyn took three deliberate steps forward, coming right up to Sarah's position on the bed. "But there are probably better things we can do."
"Braid each other's hair?"
"Ugh," Karyn's expression dropped. "Would you stop this? Playing hard to get is one thing, but whatever you're doing is, I don't know, it's something else." Karyn turned and walked around the bed, opening a drawer at the bedside table. "I wish you'd just sit back and let me ravish you."
Karyn closed the drawer. Sarah felt a wave of energy pulse through her spine. Karyn had used the stone! Sarah couldn't speak!
"That's better." Karyn turned back around and slinked towards Sarah. She bent at the hip, lowering her face right to Sarah's seated position. She studied Sarah's eyes carefully. And she deposited a single peck of a kiss upon Sarah's waiting cheek.
Sarah felt herself flush. She didn't want this, she knew she didn't want this, but somewhere between Karyn's wish and maybe some trait or another she'd gotten from Jon, the feeling she'd gotten from that one peck on the cheek was incredible.
Karyn brushed Sarah's hair back behind her ears, exposing more of her face, then she let her hands circle around and cradle Sarah's chin. She held Sarah there for a moment, giving those eyes a second appraisal -- they were softer now -- before kissing Sarah again, this time on the forehead.
Sarah was melting. Was this what she'd needed this whole time? To have someone dominate her like this, control her like this? All resistance had faded away by the time Karyn came in for her third kiss, long and full on the lips. Sarah was letting it happen. She wanted it to happen. She opened herself to Karyn, and drank of her deeply.
When their lips parted, Sarah let out a shuddering breath, and Karyn's smirk returned once more. Arms draped over Sarah's shoulders, pushing her backwards onto the bed, Karyn knew that she had caught her prey.
