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Time Change by Nomdreserv

Part 4


Karen sat motionless for several seconds, then turned to find Bob watching her intently
and expectantly. She also noted his gaze darting towards the gap made by her slightly too
large robe, letting a pert young breast peek out. She flushed and pulled it closed.

"Well?" he asked, obviously concerned by her expression and the half conversation he
could hear.

She took a big breath. "OK, it's like this. Lisa had this, you know, thingy to like change
people's ages and we were gonna use it this weekend, you know, for fun but something
went wrong and she doesn't know what and we're both like teenagers and still getting
younger and she's trying to figure out what to do so we don't and..."

He held up his hands. "Hold it, hold it. Wanna run that by me again?"

Geez, she thought, do I have to repeat everything? She gave him an expanded version.

"Wow. Again," he finally sighed, sitting down next to her. "I guess I better get used to
this. Having a witch for a friend, especially a sexual one, sure makes things interesting."
He looked at her appraisingly. "So, how's it feel to be sweet sixteen again?"

She glared, then softened. It wasn't his fault, and she remembered with chagrin some of
the things she had planned for him when she controlled the medallion.

"I'm not sure yet," she answered truthfully. "I feel funny. One minute I'm my normal
adult self, and can see how wrong my body is. The next, my body seems perfectly normal
and YOU look wrong. Like when I woke up," she giggled, recalling her scream, "I forgot
we were married."

"Forgot?" he asked in disbelief.

She shrugged, her robe falling open again.

"It was strange. I was like totally freaked to see some guy sleeping next to me."

"Some guy," he smiled ruefully. "That's me."

"Stop it!" She pushed him playfully, and got a slight thrill as her hands rubbed against his
hairy chest.

"At least I'm glad you weren't used to waking up with guys in your bed when you were a
teenager." He pushed her back, and they began wrestling lightheartedly, but he stopped
abruptly as her bare thigh swept across his hardening penis.

"Oops." He pushed her off.

"What's wrong?" Her hair and robe were disheveled by their play, leaving much of her
lithe young body exposed. He thought she was gorgeous.

"Um...nothing."

She saw his half erection subsiding, and was swept with alternating waves of fear and
desire. Did he want her? That thought gave her a scary erotic thrill. Did he not? Was he
turned off by her appearance? This tore at her suddenly fragile self confidence so
painfully she couldn't face it.

"I just think we ought to be careful about, you know..." he finished lamely.

"Careful?" A mix of fear and bravado made her throw the robe off. He couldn't resist
drinking in the ripening perfection of her nude form. "Bob, it's me, Karen, remember?
Your wife of four years. Why are you suddenly 'careful?'" She knelt on the bed and
thrust her blossoming breasts at him accusingly.

He tried not to stare too obviously as he considered his response.

"Are you really you?" he finally asked. Before she could reply, he continued. "You just
said you were confused. This is different from shrinking. Your body changed, but Karen
Rhodes - what makes you a person - didn't. I could really get into that." They both
smiled, remembering how indeed he did. "But now...well, are you Karen Rhodes, Karen
O'Malley, " he used her maiden name, "or little Kari? (her pet name growing up) It's a
little confusing to me, too. And might even be disturbing."

"Disturbing?" Her cheeks burned, and her anger was reawakened at the implication.
What was wrong with him? No matter what she looked like, she was still an adult, same
as always. Wouldn't she know if she wasn't? How dare he treat her differently, or even
think of treating her like a child. She seethed - she hated it when grown ups...

Whoa.

She caught herself in the mental slip. Maybe Bob had a point. She sat back down and
tried to sort her feelings. OK, she looked like a teenager and sort of felt like one, but
deep down she was still the same person. The mental and emotional regression might
influence how she expressed her thoughts, but she wanted to make Bob understand she
was still herself. And she decided she knew how to do that.

She reached over and began to stroke his cock. It reacted instantly, despite his immediate
objection.

"Um, Karen...I...well...we should..." Like most men, his eloquence was severely impaired
by the diversion in blood flow.

"Bob," she reassured him, "it's me. I'm still Karen, I still love you, and," she reached up
with her other hand to stroke her own breast experimentally, "I wanted to try playing like
this. That's why I asked Lisa to bring the medallion tonight. It feels...different." Her
breasts did indeed feel different - smaller but firmer, and the small nipples stiffened
further under her touch. They seemed more sensitive, as though not used to the
stimulation. She felt a familiar warmth and wetness in her genitals which confirmed her
growing excitement, but also began to notice a nervousness mixed with eagerness she
hadn't felt for a long time.

Bob's cock hardened steadily, not only from her stroking (which frankly was a little
rougher than her usual practiced touch) but from watching this teen beauty become lost in
her own stimulation. He was rapidly losing any inhibitions he may have felt.

Karen could sense his growing excitement, but decided he might still need further
encouragement.

"Feel my breasts," she demanded, pulling his hand to her chest, then climbing into his lap
and putting her arm around his neck. "They feel so firm, don't they?" His hands began to
caress her almost without thinking. They did feel wonderful. "Come on." She paused to
kiss him. "Haven't you ever wondered what it would have been like if you'd met me in
high school?"

"Well, um..."

"And if a young body doesn't excite you, I think you're alone on the planet. I know it's
getting to me." She reached up and kissed him eagerly, and rejoiced when he not only
kissed back, but began to run his hands along her back and sides, sending shivers along
her spine. Soon, one hand returned to her inviting breasts, while the other began a slow
dance up her leg. As it passed her knee, she unconsciously clamped her thighs together.
Realizing what she had done, she smiled at apparently worrying about "going too far"
with her husband, and relaxed them again.

Bob was now thoroughly enjoying his exploration of Karen's altered body. She was
lighter in his lap, and her legs felt smoother and thinner than he had ever known. His
upper hand moved to cup her much smaller breasts, and he massaged them, marveling at
their firmness, and gently toying with the erect nipples with his fingers. She moaned and
squirmed on his lap, refocusing his attention to her lower body. His fingers caressed her
supple thighs, then traced her small, firm ass as it wiggled, and finally began to move
forward over her pelvis. He noticed her triangle of pubic hair was lighter in color and
noticeably thinner as his touch moved through to lightly stroke her cleft. Again, he felt
Karen briefly clench her thighs to prevent access to her sex, her low moans of
appreciation over his attention abruptly cut off, but this time, she giggled and actually
spread her legs slightly in invitation.

"Sorry," she said. "Girls have to be careful, you know." She then batted her eyelashes at
him. "We know you boys are all after one thing."

He looked at her in evident consideration. "You know, you're right."

She swatted him dutifully, then sighed as his finger found her wet slit again, brushing
briefly at her clit. This familiar foreplay seemed unusually intense to her now. She
shivered again, and couldn't resist clenching and squirming her thighs around his hand.
Unexpectedly, her arousal was briefly overwhelmed by a rush of confusion and
insecurity. She reached down to grab his hand and looked pleadingly into his eyes.

"You do love me, right?" she asked, surprised herself at suddenly needing to know. "I
mean, you still love me and you're glad we're married and you wouldn't want to do
anything different and...and...this is OK because I would understand if...if..." She
stopped, seeing the surprised and amused expression on his face, and began blushing
deeply (like the proverbial schoolgirl).

Of course, right now, her blushing only increased her attractiveness. Despite his
excitement, Bob also felt an almost protective instinct aroused. He smiled despite his
concern.

"Yes, I love you. Have from just about the time we met, young lady" (he couldn't resist
tweaking her) "if you can still remember that far back - or is it forward now?"

Karen smiled at the memory he implied: one of their first dates. They had been listening
to a Beatles' tape in his car, "With a Little Help from my Friends," and when they heard
the line about "Would you believe in a love at first sight?", they had unexpectedly and
wordlessly squeezed each other's hand. She had felt a thrill at the time, and experienced it
again now, accompanied this time with a new thought: they had a "song." For some
reason, she inexplicably felt this was important now. They had a "song," so they were a
"couple." Just as she relaxed, comforted by the memory and realization, Bob seemed to
have renewed doubts by her interruption. His caresses hadn't resumed after she released
his hand.

"You know," he offered again, "we might want to..."

Acting immediately to forestall him, she slid to the ground and knelt between his legs,
taking his erect penis with both hands.

"Do this?" was her innocently offered reply. She started to reach her mouth around his
shaft, but had to stop briefly and consciously think about how to stretch her facial muscles
properly. She awkwardly took about half the length in and tried to make her tongue work
its usual magic, but could only move it clumsily and slowly. Worse, when she tried to
take the entire length in, she started to gag. This didn't feel right at all. She looked up
anxiously to see if Bob noticed her sudden lack of skill.

He had closed his eyes in pleasure: for a man, all blow jobs are wonderful. To be honest,
he had noticed her tentativeness and hindered technique as she started, but thought she
was doing it to tease him.

Concentrating, she remembered a little more clearly how she did this, and began to
compensate (she hoped) by stroking his shaft and balls with her hands. He moaned
appreciatively, and she relaxed. This wasn't so tough after all. She just hoped he
wouldn't come in her mouth. That would be disg....no wait, she remembered, that could
actually be kind of nice, too.

Bob continued to enjoy her ministrations, and couldn't help also savoring her altered
appearance. With her red hair and slim form, it was easy to forget this was his wife, not
some young, wild thing experiencing sex for the first time, especially the way she added
to the illusion by pretending she didn't know how to suck him off.

He jumped, her teeth scraping hard against his sensitive cock head for the second time.
Maybe a little too much pretending, he decided.

"Sorry," she said, disengaging herself and obviously increasingly nervous.

"Never mind," he replied, pulling her up and onto the bed. "That was wonderful, but let's
try something else." He began to stroke her young form, inescapably reminded of his
own early sexual experiences.

Her breasts looked even smaller lying down, and the freckles sprinkled across her chest
set them off attractively but made her look even younger. He began to tease the tiny, stiff
pink nipples with his tongue and caressed her incredibly smooth thighs, sweeping closer
to her sex. This time, she made no motion to stop him, and his fingers eventually slipped
along her cleft and into her wet pussy.

She gasped and squeezed down hard at what felt suddenly foreign, but relaxed and
writhed at the pleasure his experienced fingers began to draw forth. The supposedly
familiar sensations felt strangely new and were almost overwhelming in their intensity.
In a matter of minutes, when he sucked a nipple into his mouth more forcefully, and
moved his finger within her in a vaguely recognized way, she came in a shattering
orgasm, crying and screaming at its intensity.

As it subsided, she blushed, abashed at her extravagant vocal reaction, but found him
smiling in pure and loving enjoyment. His cock was also rock hard from the experience,
and he now positioned himself over her, his throbbing organ aimed right for...

She felt another wave of panic. She shouldn't. He couldn't. He was so big - it would
never fit - it would hurt - it.....

She forced herself calmer, reminding herself how often they had done this. It was hard
keeping her "younger self" from asserting control.

He eased into her slowly, perhaps mindful of her fears, and indeed, she felt noticeably
tighter than usual. He was frightened briefly when she yelped in pain and started to pull
back.

Her eyes had opened wide, and she was panting slightly as she caught her breath. She
reached out to hold him in.

"No. It's OK." She swallowed. "I...I think maybe you just...um....despoiled me.......
...again," she hastened to add. She thrust her hips forward to encourage him, pushing him
in deeper, and closed her eyes again. "Feels...incredible."

He agreed, beginning to move deeper and harder. This caused her eyes to fly open again
briefly.

"Just...may...need...to be...more gentle," she cautioned brokenly, then sighed and closed
her eyes, once more surrendering herself to the sensation.

He took her to heart and moved more cautiously. She was so tight, the sensation was
incredible to him despite his more restricted movements. She seemed to loosen up more
as they continued, and shortly they were rocking and thrusting with more abandon,
though Karen's timing was off slightly. Suddenly, she felt him tense and swell within her,
and then actually felt him come, squirting inside her. The sensation momentarily filled
her with alarm ("Ohmygodohmygodohmygod -he's coming IN me!") before she
remembered herself and felt her own orgasm resurge in response. She screamed again,
but clasped him tightly to hold him in.

He collapsed on top of her, and they slowly drifted down from their orgasmic highs.
When he rolled off, he found her studying him intently with an expectant expression.

"That was great," he murmured, worried that she was looking for reassurance.

She was, but not that kind. When he seemed uncertain how to proceed, she prompted
him.

"Bob?" she began hesitantly.

"Yes?" More worried.

"Um...you STILL love me, right?" She waited with what seemed real fear for his reply.

His answer was a relieved laugh, hug and long, gentle kiss.

"With all my heart and soul, and forever. Yes, I love you, Karen."

"Good." She snuggled, happy, safe and satisfied.


End part 4

Copyright 1998 by Nomdreserv


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