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For Me - Pt 11
🕑 Added 2025-04-08 23:01:18 +0000 UTC‘Lauren’ waited an hour after ‘Anna’ had departed before slipping from the bed, making sure that Joseph was asleep.
Then she walked as quietly as she could through the apartment. Her apartment. She entered her dressing area, surveying some of the mess that she’d need to clean up.
Without hesitation she returned to the closet she’d been in earlier, where she’d picked out the silken teddy, dark stockings and panties. She found the teddy and panties easily, but seemed to have misplaced the stockings. It didn’t matter. Lauren had a drawer full of them, sitting in their packaging, unopened. The perks of being rich. Grabbing a pair of Wolfords, she returned to the mirrors, the circle of reflections she’d been in several times now.
Then she placed the clothing on a chair nearby and looked at herself; at Lauren, in every mirror.
Lauren’s smile spread across her face, at Anna’s insistence. Under Anna’s control. Slowly she unbuttoned the pajamas she wore and dropped them to the floor, then slid the bottoms off too. She’d worn panties as well, as it seemed like what Lauren would do; cotton, white, with pink edging. But Anna slid them off as well, until she stood completely naked, unashamed.
She turned around, looking at Lauren from different angles, still amazed at what she’d done. With a demure smile, she began to re-dress.
There were only going to be two items on her body, she had decided—three, if you counted the stockings twice. The first was the teddy she’d tried on earlier, which slid up her body like a whisper, settling over her new breasts. Then she ripped open the packaging on the Wolfords and pulled them out. As always, the quality was impeccable; when Anna did wear stockings or hose, it was cheap and usually ripped. This was designer hosiery, expensive, sleek. It was worth the money though, as Anna had discovered when she’d tried some on earlier.
Each of the stockings was topped with a firm elastic band that was concealed by a black floral motif. As Anna sat in the chair and slowly edged the first stocking up her leg, she wondered if her ‘partner’ was finally home—that is, in her home. She hoped so. She hoped Lauren slept well too, and woke to a new life full of excitement.
She, on the other hand, had a fiancé to surprise.
Stockings in place, she turned a few times, examining every angle of the look.
Then she walked from the room, a ghost in black.
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‘Anna’ fumbled with her keys, trying to remember which one she needed to get into ‘her’ apartment.
Beneath the mask of Anna’s face, Lauren felt like a criminal. As if entering someone’s apartment in the middle of the night, without them being home, would make her feel any other way.
Finally, she found the correct key to open ‘her’ front door. The lock clicked back and she entered quickly, relieved to be inside, to be away from potential witnesses.
Lauren had never visited Anna’s apartment, to her slight shame. Anna had never suggested it, and there never seemed to be a pertinent reason to do so; Lauren preferred hosting in her own spaces, regardless. Now she was here, alone, with good reason to explore.
After all, she was Anna. For the next few days, at least.
Passing a full-length mirror near the front door, she started at the reflection, still unused to seeing that face, that body, those clothes. Then she turned towards it, looking carefully at herself. Looking for a flaw, an imperfection. Anything to betray this person she was looking at was not Anna Webster.
“Hello again,” she said. Even the voice was perfection.
A wave of excitement hit her, almost like a realization that this was happening. She was here. Not in her apartment, not in her own life. She was Anna.
“Time to walk the walk, then,” she murmured to herself, as she began to investigate ‘her’ apartment.
From the small hallway, she couldn’t see anybody or hear anything except the slight ticking of a clock, as was to be expected for this time of night. She was still slightly concerned that Anna’s on again, off again boyfriend, Ramon, might be somewhere. Even if he was sleeping, she didn’t want to walk in on him by accident.
She called out, hearing Anna’s voice echo through the empty apartment. “Hello? Ramon?”
There was no response. If he was a deep sleeper, she’d find out soon enough. Time to investigate, room by room.
Overall the apartment was considerably smaller than Lauren’s own place, although that wasn’t a surprise. It was a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment with a small kitchen plus adjoining dining area, and a decent sized living room with a small balcony attached. It was on the tenth floor of Anna’s building, which itself was in an okay neighborhood.
Lauren started her tour in the living room, where she found Anna’s taste in furniture to be more thrift store than designer store, but everything was clean and well maintained. She didn’t notice many books around, but there was a large screen TV mounted on the wall with a stack of Blu-ray discs nearby. Browsing, Lauren found Anna enjoyed 1990s era television and movies, although that wasn’t a huge surprise; they shared similar tastes. The walls were decorated in vintage punk rock posters, some of which Lauren even recognized; most were unframed and just tacked up. Naturally there was also a sound system, complete with a record player, amp and two large speakers. If Lauren had to guess, that was where Anna had spent her money on.
Leaving the living room, Lauren briefly visited the kitchen-slash-dining area where she found meager amounts of food in the cabinets and fridge, plus a number of dirty dishes. Making a mental note to come back and deal with the mess later, she then checked out the bathroom, which was normal enough. Anna apparently didn’t take too many medications and had drugstore-level beauty products, but then Lauren supposed a mask wouldn’t need a lot of skincare.
The final room on her tour was Anna’s bedroom, which seemed a lot more ‘designed’ than the rest of the apartment. It had been painted, unlike the other rooms, and here the posters on the wall were framed. Above the unmade bed was an illuminated neon sign that said ‘Open all hours’, next to a framed photograph of a younger Anna and her parents. It had been a few years since Lauren had met them, but as far as she knew, they were alive and well.
Finally along one wall were two large walk-in closets, with mirrored sliding doors. They were hard to miss, essentially forming a mirror image of the bedroom, and Lauren couldn’t help looking at them as she moved across the room to sit on Anna’s bed.
Staring at Anna sitting there, she smiled, unable to stop herself. The illusion was incredible. With a slight smile, she pressed down on her throat, feeling the mask pull and stretch under her hand. She turned Anna’s head back and forth, enjoying the tight sensation over her skull, eyes never leaving hers. Slowly she stood up, taking a few steps towards the mirror. It was easy to imagine the person reflected there wasn’t her; after all, it wasn’t the image her brain expected to see reflected back. It was only when she moved, smiled, turned her head that she could reconcile it; even then she could imagine this wasn’t a mirror at all, and that Anna and her were just mimicking each other’s movements.
“You’ll be mimicking more than that,” she said softly. “Her voice. Her tastes. Her life.”
A small thrill passed through her at this thought. For the next few days she could do anything she wanted, as long as it didn’t betray her real identity. She knew Anna’s life was so very different from hers; she was about to find out just how much different.
Laughing, she fell back onto the bed, which was soft and yielding beneath her. Immediately she felt how tired she truly was; after all, she’d left her apartment in the middle of the night with nothing but her friend’s clothes on her back. Tempting as it was to close her eyes and just drift off, she stripped off the clothing that Anna had lent her—or really, she had lent herself—and laid back down, clad only in a white t-shirt and panties.
She still couldn’t quite believe this was happening. It was only when she turned her head and saw Anna lying there, looking at her reflection, that she believed it. Even then she would raise a hand and wave at herself to be sure. Anna’s creativity and craftsmanship were incredible. A perfect replica of herself.
Still looking over at ‘Anna’, she rolled onto her front and kicked her legs up, looking innocent and carefree. “I really am quite cute when I want to be,” she said, making herself laugh. “Make the most of it,” she told herself. “It won’t last forever.”
With a deep satisfied sigh she climbed into bed, wrapping herself in Anna’s sheets. Before too long she drifted into a deep sleep, not caring that she was wearing the body and face of another woman.
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Anna wasn’t too sure how Joseph was going to react to being woken in the middle of the night, considering he’d just returned from a transatlantic trip. It was possible his jet lag was so bad he’d be annoyed at her more than anything else, but then considering what she was wearing, she certainly hoped he would be happy when he opened his eyes.
She hovered at the end of the bed watching Joseph sleep. She wanted to say something, to do something, but her nerves and her excitement were almost too much. What if, somehow, he realized who she was? What if she did or said something that would give her away? It was a terrifying, but also weirdly exciting possibility. Maybe Joseph wouldn’t care. Maybe he’d prefer Anna as Lauren.
All the anticipation she’d had, all the dreams she’d imagined; everything was coming down to this moment. Being with Joseph. It was never her intention, not really; but Joseph was part of Lauren’s life, and that meant for the next few days at least, he was part of Anna’s life.
She looked down at Joseph’s sleeping form. Handsome, with a trim build, naturally curled hair and an easy-going smile, he was definitely a catch. Anna could see why Lauren was happy to walk down the aisle with him.
One thing Lauren hadn’t told her was whether Joseph was a light sleeper or not. Time to find out.
She cleared her throat slightly; he didn’t stir. “Joseph,” she said quietly. “Joseph,” she said, louder. “Joseph!” she finally said insistently.
(“Always Joseph, never Joe,” she remembered Lauren telling her.)
Joseph awoke, slow and groggy, like a bear coming out of hibernation. He blinked down the bed at Anna, then blinked again, his perfect 20/20 vision slowly adjusting in the low light.
Anna stood with one leg slightly in front of the other, chest thrust out, hands on her hips, waiting for his reaction to her outfit.
“Lauren? That’s you, right? I’m not dreaming this?”
Anna shook her head slightly, feeling Lauren’s blond tresses across over her fake shoulders. “No, it’s definitely happening,” she said. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Were you sleeping in that outfit?” Joseph asked. “I don’t remember.”
“No,” Anna confirmed. “I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and decided to put this on for you, baby.”
(“Always baby,” Lauren had said. “Very occasionally, darling.”)
“You look fantastic,” Joseph said, clearly realizing he was in luck. “Why don’t you come over here?”
Anna didn’t need to be asked twice. She climbed on top of the bed, slowly moving over the high thread count cotton sheets towards Joseph, who was smiling broadly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before,” he said. “I definitely approve.”
“I was considering wearing it on the honeymoon,” Anna said, improvising. “Then I decided, perhaps something white for the bride.”
“You’re not a bride yet,” Joseph said with a grin.
“Exactly,” Anna responded. “So I picked out something black for the more, let’s say, slutty side of me.”
Joseph’s eyes widened. “Slutty? That’s not a word I hear you using very often.”
Anna grinned, the grin appearing on Lauren’s features, in a way that clearly excited Joseph. “Would you like to hear me use that word… more often?”
“I’d like you to back it up… with more than words.”
“My pleasure.”
Slowly Anna pulled the sheets down over Joseph’s body, exposing his tanned skin, his firm abs, and his trim waist. With every inch of flesh that was exposed, Anna became more and more excited. She had no idea if Lauren would ever act like this, but her version of Lauren was going to.
As the sheet approached Joseph’s crotch, it was apparent he was already hard and ready for her. Exactly as she had hoped. With a grin she tugged the sheet across the last few inches, watching as it flowed up and over his hard cock. Suddenly, he was exposed.
The first thing Anna realized was that Joseph’s penis was uncut, something that Lauren had never mentioned, and something that Anna had little experience with. It would feel the same inside, she told herself.
However, it was pretty obvious that Joseph wasn’t anxious for straight sex. He wasn’t even moving, but instead was sitting casually with a hard-on, looking very expectant.
“I hope you don’t mind if we can at least start with, uh, that,” he said, looking down at his dick. “I know it isn’t always your thing, but then again, waking me up in the middle of the night wearing something like that isn’t always your thing.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” Anna said, hearing Lauren’s voice in her ears. “In fact, I’ve been looking forward to this.”
Joseph had a slightly confused look on his face as Anna eagerly descended, opening her mouth and taking him inside. She moaned, perfectly emulating Lauren’s moans as her lips wrapped around Joseph’s cock, taking him deep on the first try. He gasped, threw his head back and laughed softly, probably at her audacity.
Perhaps Lauren wouldn’t act like this, Anna thought, but Joseph was happy with Anna’s interpretation right then. He wouldn’t ask questions. Why did his wife-to-be dress in sexy lingerie just hours after they’d had sex? Why did she eagerly descend on his cock? Did it matter? He could blow his load into Anna’s mouth if he wanted, all while thinking it was Lauren’s mouth. Anna was completely happy with that—because it had always been part of her plan.
It still amazed Anna that Lauren didn’t resist further, considering she knew that Anna was going to go directly to bed with Joseph. Sure, she’d said that all Anna ‘had’ to do was sleep with Joseph, but she hadn’t directly forbidden anything else. Did a blowjob even count as real sex? She wondered what Joseph would think, but it was far more fun to blow him now and let him ask questions later.
Loving the feel of his cock in her mouth, she began to bob up and down on Joseph insistently, ensuring he was nice and hard for what she wanted to happen next. Perhaps a blowjob was all he wanted, but Anna hadn’t gotten dressed up for just that. She wanted some of what the real Lauren had gotten earlier that evening—a good hard fuck from her fiancé.
That meant that after a few minutes of moaning and sucking, she threw her head back, looked Joseph in the eye and said, “I know you could go off like this baby, but really what I want is for you to cum inside me. Will you do that for me?”
“Fuck yes I will,” Joseph said, starting to move. Anna stopped him.
“Stay right where you are,” she said. “You did a lot of good work earlier… now I’m going to be the one on top.”
Joseph grinned even wider, nodded eagerly and positioned himself in the center of the bed. Anna crawled up the bed and carefully mounted him, hoping her confidence would be enough to cover any odd movements.
With her legs parted wide, feeling comfortable, she looked down at his dick, rigid and pointing almost straight at her.
This was it, she knew. This was the point from which there was no coming back. After she did this, she would have betrayed her best friend’s trust in the most intimate, personal way, by fucking her fiancé—and getting away with it, she fully expected. She felt confident in her abilities to create a replica of Lauren’s pussy, and also confident in Joseph’s half-awake senses. All he was going to remember was this night, the night he’d fucked Lauren twice, and how the second time was much better than the first, if Anna performed as she hoped to.
“What’s the matter?” Joseph said. Anna realized she’d paused a little longer than she should have. But he wouldn’t remember that in a few seconds.
She shook her head, feeling the weight of Lauren’s blond hair around her. ”Nothing, honey,” she said, realizing immediately that wasn’t Lauren’s preferred word—but it appeared Joseph didn’t care.
Feeling emboldened, she took hold of the head of his cock, complete with the ‘hood’ she’d never expected. She guided it towards her wet imitation pussy, and slowly, carefully, agonizingly impaled herself upon him. Joseph’s cock felt wider and harder than any other in recent memory, piercing her inch by inch, seeming to go on forever.
She moaned louder than she had ever expected, louder than Lauren had earlier that evening, with the sound of Lauren’s imitated pleasure filling her eyes. That sound, that mask over her voice, drove her wild; she faked a few more moans as she settled at the base of Joseph’s cock, just to hear Lauren make them.
For a moment she sat still atop him, feeling Joseph pulse inside her, but before he could wonder about her pause she rose up again, allowing him to slide out of her slowly, almost all the way. As she did this, she watched Joseph out of the corner of her eye, looking for even the slightest flicker of concern, the tiniest awareness that something wasn’t right. With any other man she would not have had concerns; but this was Joseph, Lauren’s fiancé. Anna had to assume that he knew intimately how Lauren felt when they fucked, so she paid attention to his every reaction.
As she Anna continued to slowly buck on top of him however, allowing his thick cock to slide in and out of her increasingly wet pussy lips, all Anna saw was a man very much enjoying himself. Either she was just that good at making fake vaginas, or he was too jet-lagged to notice any differences.
Either way, his lack of awareness just turned Anna on even further. She was fooling him in the most intimate way possible, and she loved it.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, unable to help herself. “So fucking good, better than I hoped!”
“Huh?” Joseph said, looking bemused. “Better than you hoped?”
Anna kept moving up and down, moaning and panting, covering for a second. “I hoped… dressing like this was going to be hot for you, but this is better than I hoped!” As cover stories went it was pretty weak, but Joseph didn’t seem to care.
Knowing she’d gotten away with her comment turned Anna on even further. He didn’t know! He couldn’t know! She was Lauren, and Joseph was fucking his fiancée, with no clue he was actually cheating on her with a woman dressed in a perfect replica of her face and body.
While Joseph was clueless, Anna knew exactly what she was doing. She gradually began to increase her pace, getting used to Joseph’s dick, raising herself up to his limit and then sliding down again, loving how it felt, all the while imagining she was Lauren and that this was what they did every night together. She loved the feel of him inside her. She loved the feeling of his dick in her mouth. And more than anything else, she loved the feeling of fucking him as Lauren.
“Jesus baby, you feel so fucking tight,” Joseph said through gritted teeth.
Anna grinned, even allowed herself a little laugh. Joseph loved what was happening and didn’t seem to care about these small differences. Would he even care if she slipped her fingers into the seam near her neck? If she grabbed the flesh of the mask, then gradually pulled it up and over her head? Would he look on in stunned amazement as “Lauren” revealed that he was actually fucking her best friend, Anna, or would he shrug it off, happy to fuck this new, sluttier version of Lauren?
Part of Anna wanted to test that theory very, very badly—but it couldn’t happen, not now and maybe not ever. Instead of doing anything rash on this first night, she concentrated on trying to maintain her impersonation, thinking back to the footage she’d seen of Lauren fucking Joseph just a few hours before. They had gone at it missionary style, which probably made Anna’s choice of position more adventurous than Lauren might pick, but Joseph certainly didn’t seem to care while he was getting to fuck ‘slutty’ Lauren.
“Do I feel tight, baby?” Anna echoed. “That’s because you make me tight, baby—and so fucking wet! I love having your cock inside me!”
Joseph reacted by thrusting upwards again and again, loving this new, dirty-mouthed version of Lauren.
“What about how I look, baby? Do you like that?”
Joseph nodded again and again, starting to breathe heavily now, clearly coming towards his climax. It was happening for Anna too, faster and harder than normal—with everything that had happened that night driving her to new heights of arousal. Making love to her best friend while dressed as her, now getting fucked by the same friend’s fiancé while he thought Anna was her… it was all too much. Her plans had worked perfectly. She was completely in control.
As Joseph thrust harder and harder into her, Anna felt a wave building inside. She knew she was going to cum, maybe harder than she ever had before. She had no idea how often Lauren tended to cum during lovemaking, but that didn’t matter right now, because she was Lauren and she would determine when that would happen. She only cared about herself, only cared that—even if it was only once—she was going to cum all over Joseph’s dick while she rode him hard.
She could only imagine what else she would be able to make him do in the next few days, while he was hers, and she was his.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Joseph yelled, his voice reaching a crescendo.
Between her legs, Anna could feel him explode within her, and that was the trigger that set her off. A rolling, intense orgasm hit, building from deep within and then bursting within her, a dizzying sensation that seemed to blend fantasy and reality.
As she sank back onto the bed, laughing ecstatically, she wondered if Lauren would get anywhere close to this while she was Anna.
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