Circle of Friends Part 3

 Part 3

Over time, there was a little bit of telepathic leakage, and that grew, slowly, with all six of us trying to push it along. It was a survival trait for us, really. When I was Lynne, I could think questions at her and at least get general-feeling responses, enough to fake my way through her close family relations. The others were working on their own interconnections, for the same reasons.

It got to where we could do the radio net without radios. That was easier after dark, so we'd get up even earlier, before dawn, using the radios only when things had to be passed precisely.

By then, Tiff and I had a constant connection going no matter who we were wearing. Then Mike and Steph did too, and Dave and Lynne were working on it. Lynne still tended to connect easier with me and Steph than to the others; there was just something about our personalities that made the connections easier.

Meanwhile, we were exploring other connections.

The first time Tiff and I had sex it stunned everyone because "it was so LOUD," as Dave put it.

The others had gone to see a movie that neither of us particularly cared for, so we went to the beach instead. With just the two of us there from the group, we spent most of that time staring at each other and trying to hide the effects from the other people there. When we got back to town, we both knew without speaking what came next.

We were lucky to line up that way on a date night, so we stayed out late. In the woods behind Tiff's house there are deep gullies, good for hiding out, and we'd all improved on that. We'd put up a brush leanto there over the summer, big enough for the six of us to hide in, but that night there was just us two, so there was loads of room.

The fact that I was in Tiff's body at the time, and she in mine, might have had something to do with it. It started off when ‘Tiff’ pulled me into his body, we started kissing and fondling each other as before, but this time we felt it was not enough we longed for each other, our horniness getting the better of us. Tiff slowly pulled my top off as I took his off, and continued to kiss his chest as he removed my bra and slipped his hand beneath my breast lifting it slightly to massage with his tongue. Tiff then proceeded to slip his hand under my skirt and below my panties it was like it was something he had every right to do, and slowly rubbed by clit. I quickly pulled off my skirt, and my lace panties, whilst Tiff wiggled out of her pants and boxers. I now had Tiff’s ( or rather my) penis in my hand and was giving a hand job before I realised what I was doing. We both dropped to the ground lying in each other’s arms, eager to satisfy our carnal desires. Both of us strangely acting in a behaviour more befitting the bodies were occupied rather than the minds we possessed.

 To be honest, with Tiff in my body, she knew exactly where her own body’s sensitive spots were, and so the foreplay was that much more enhanced as he built me up to orgasm in a way that I had never before or since. After a slow build up of gentle fingering and a little oral, the speed quickly built up, soon I was just lying there, hungry to feel him put it in, desperate for some relief and for him. As I approached coming, I grabbed his penis and quickly brought him to a similar point, before shoving the throbbing member inside me. Then BOOOOOM. As we climaxed the orgasm ripped through me in waves of indescribable pleasure. Orgasming in a female body is so much different than in a guy’s one

For the two of us, part of the intensity was the fact that we were sharing the feelings of each other's bodies, sensations we'd come to accept as our own, since they were from the bodies we were born in, even when they were felt through the connection. The others picked up on it just fine, though, and it turned what was intended as a social outing into a makeout session that got them some stern looks from the other people in the cinema.

Mike and Steph were the next to try it, and they even managed to be in the bodies they were born in. It took Tiff and me a couple of months to manage that. We kept trying, though, and, between the two couples, we managed to keep a stash of condoms ready in the leanto for when the opportunity arose. Dave and Lynne had a dry culvert that was closer to them, so we seldom saw them at the leanto unless it was to borrow some.

When all three girls went on the Pill, it felt like all six of us were doing it, really. The new mild sensations of false pregnancy became something we were aware of even when male. Not that that was anything new to us, really; almost as soon as the original sharing had started, all three girls' periods had come into sync, independent of any other women in their immediate familes. Our group was just closer.

Eventually we had to impose scheduling rules. The coupling was so intense for everybody, involved or not, that we had to pin down times when it was safe. That often meant doubling up. Fortunately, even with Mike and Steph joining us, there was still room for Tiff and me in the leanto. It was adequate, but crowded, and we started work on something better to replace it; now that we were using it regularly, we wanted something a little sturdier. It was good protection against being caught, but we needed something to protect us from the weather too, I mean, winter was coming. Even in the middle and end of summer we could see that.

School resumed, and now we were old hands at acting our roles there. One thing that did change was, with our connections to each other, our grades all went up drastically. Not that we didn't study diligently anyway for the classes that went with the day's role, but, once a fact or procedure was learned by any of us, it was there for all of us. It was insurance, and that's how we used it.

Near the end of October, the pull started. By Halloween it was unmistakeable. We were being drawn once again to that ancient bit of old growth, out there in the woods. On the seventh of November, we went up to the Old Grove again, chatting as we hiked in about just how much had changed for us in just one year.

It was foggy that night, but not too damp, just enough to make everything spookily misty. The hush of the still air, combined with the way our own sounds were muffled by the damp leaves, made the place almost dreamlike when we reached it.

The mist also made it rather cold, but we'd brought blankets to huddle in. Sitting together like that, after a while hands started to roam across familiar flesh. Then, since no one could see us anyway, just the six of us, we paired off according to body couples and started celebrating being alive. I was in Lynne’s body at the time, but it didn't really matter, the way all of us were feeling everything that any of us felt, with an intensity that went beyond the senses.

We must have all climaxed around the same time, and then, when I next thought to notice, I saw that I had Steph's breasts. I felt around our web and realized that everybody else had changed too. So we went at it again, and this time when I could breathe again I was Tiff. We had time and energy enough for one more, and I actually ended up in my own body.

Through it all, there seemed to be an extra something there under the trees, or in the trees. None of us saw it, but we felt it, and we came away from there very sure that, not only was there something there, but we'd not only touched it, we'd shared with it, celebrated with it.

By midwinter we were all in constant contact, even to exact words and images. We could "listen in" on what each other was experiencing, even if we were miles apart. From then on, the radios went unused. We all knew or had ready-to-mind what we needed to know to handle whatever role we woke up in. We also could know what every one of us was feeling at any one time, without reaching, just by paying attention, we were getting that close.

With that kind of sharing, there could be no arbitrary boundaries, so, when Steph in Tiff's body, and Tiff in mine, wanted to have sex, the logical response was obvious. 'Do it and share it around,' was the vote, actually more like a unanimous instinctive reaction.

I was Lynne at the time, and I crept up to my bedroom. While they were lighting up the link with incandescent foreplay, I was fingering myself, contributing my own heat and lightning, and trying to do it silently, acutely aware of the little sister asleep on the other side of the room.

It felt like I was actually part of that coupling, feeling the female side of it because of what flesh I was wearing, but experiencing the joining along with all the others. As I settled into sleep with a fierce afterglow, the thought occurred to Tiff and was passed around: 'We are all one couple composed of six.'

From then on that's how we played it. We were deep enough into each other's minds by then that no secrets were possible, no emotions were overlooked, so it truly didn't matter what bodies we wore among us anymore.

Back during the summer, we'd started building a dugout in the side of a forested ravine well down off a ridge in thoroughly untended Federal land. With the six of us spending as little time at home as possible, the project went quickly, finished by the second weekend of the fall school term. Bag at a time, we hauled cement down there. It took us a couple of months but we built a half-assed foundation for a cabin. We didn't bother to put a shack up on it, we just roofed it over, put a wood stove in and buried it. Then there was room for all six of us when the horniness was going around. There was even room for the bicycles, which were the only practical way for us to reach it, given our school year schedules.

Now we were putting that hideout to use, gathering there to talk, to have sex, or just to cuddle. It felt like we needed to spend that free time together to reinforce the growing bond that, increasingly, was the one stable thing in our lives. That little hideout felt like our only real home, a place where we could be ourselves. We went through the rest of our senior year that way.

Come prom night, we had a decision to be made, who will wear what. For convenience we all started off in our own bodies, and had the obligatory photos taken with family etc., and then the photo taken with our ‘natural’ partner. Later in the night we swapped around for a while, and at the end of the night I went home as Tiff, in her pink ‘fairy princess style’ gown.

With our near-perfect grades, all of us were accepted into schools in the Boston/Cambridge area, so after graduation we went to the city and rented a house. Then we had the summer to prepare for college life, all of us together, with nobody to tell us what we couldn't do, finally with someplace larger than the hideout to ourselves.

That new independence included getting part-time jobs to help with tuition and expenses. Our timing was perfect: that was when graduates were preparing to leave jobs they no longer needed. The most menial jobs couldn't get too boring when no one had to do the same thing every day, though it did give new respect when you have been on your feet in heels for several hours as a waitress. Even if your hands were busy with mindless work, somebody else was usually doing or talking about something interesting, enough to take the distracting edge off the repetition. We did well as a result, and had a couple of quick advancements and raises. Finances were still tight, but, sharing as a group, we were easily getting by.

Continues in Part 4