"Hey!" someone yelled in his direction. Jack looked and saw Fred Johnson, his boyfriend. Uh ... the boyfriend of the girl that Jack was possessing, actually. It was hard to separate his own memories from those of the girl's.
Fred ran up to Jack and kissed him. "Hey, baby. You okay?" he asked.
"Uh ... yeah. Sorry Fred. I'm just not feeling that great today."
"Well, maybe I could help you feel better," he said, with a bit of a leer.
Jack smiled, then wondered why he did that. The last thing he wanted to do was indulge a frat boy like Fred Johnson. But then again, he was so hot.
Again, it was really hard to separate his own memories from those of the girl's. And it was also hard to separate his own feelings from those of the girl's. The more he looked at Fred, the more he wanted to have sex with him. Just like they had the previous night.
I've got to focus, Jack thought, trying to push memories of having sex with Fred out of his mind. But the more time he spent in Darcy White's body, the more he felt like Darcy.
