Allison and Allie
By AbolethLasher
Part 1
Jeremy and Allison had been dating for a whole year, and they hadn’t had sex once.
This was pretty unusual for a former playboy (some would say fuck boi) like Jeremy. He had years of one night stands and short lived relationships behind him, and it had all started to lose its luster.
Then he had met Allison at a friend’s house party.
True to form, the first thing that had attracted him to her was her looks. She was like sex on legs - perfect ass and tits, pretty face, and long, shapely legs. But two things made her stand out from a crowd.
The first was her outfit.
Even though there was only so much fabric could do to hide her amazing body, she had made a valiant effort. Where all the other girls at the party were clearly the silly playthings Jeremy had always liked, Allison looked out of place in a frumpy get up that seemed more appropriate for a work place than a party.
The second thing was her intelligence.
Jeremy knew women could be smart - his own mom was an engineer. But he had always preferred dumb, slutty girls. Talking about big ideas or deep topics was something he preferred to do with men - if he could help it, women wouldn’t be using their mouths much for *talking* while they were around him.
But Allison was a genuinely smart cookie.
He had tried to chat her up using his usual lines, and she had seen right through his act and refused.
Normally, he would have taken that rejection in stride, and turned his attention to a more likely target for the night (you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs after all), but there was still something about Allison that intrigued him.
When one of his buddies pulled him into a conversation after his rejection - he kept tuning out the conversation to listen to what Allison had to say behind him.
She had the most melodious voice, and her words revealed her to be kind and thoughtful.
Jeremy felt like such a schmuck a few hours into the party. What was this feeling he suddenly had for her?
Lust, he could understand. But this fascination was something new. Something about her intrigued him. Like… he didn’t want to fuck her - he just wanted to get to know her better.
So towards the end of the night, he approached her and did something he never did.
“Hey, I totally understand if you never want to see me again,” he said. He could tell she was about to walk away. “But I just wanted to say. I’m sorry!”
She paused midstep, clearly curious to what he had to say next.
“I-, I think I have a pretty messed up way of relating to women, and it hasn’t brought me any real satisfaction up until this point. I totally understand if you never want to date me or whatever, but I heard the way you talked tonight, and you seem like a pretty cool person. I was wondering if you’d be willing to let me get to know you better.”
She had politely declined his offer.
Jeremy didn’t know why this second rejection affected him so much. But he knew something in his life needed to change.
He respected Allison’s refusal. He could hardly blame her. He was a mess of a person, and it took missing out on a possible friendship with someone so cool for him to realize it.
Jeremy dropped out of the party scene after that. He sobered up, started going to therapy, and worked on fixing the friendships he had in his life. He started reading more, and made a bunch of new friends through a book club, including some who were amazing women who he genuinely cared about as friends.
After a few months, he felt really good about the way things were going, and he started wondering whether trying to find a long-term relationship would be a good idea. He was worried about backsliding. He had a certain level of peace and equaniminty that he hadn’t had when he was hitting every party, and fucking every hottie who would have him.
Sure, it had been fun, but it had been so empty.
So it was a surprise when Allison walked into the book club one day. Jeremy’s jaw dropped.
No way.
She didn’t seem to recognize the new him, but she quickly had a great rapport with the group.
Jeremy was delighted, and confused and hurt all at once. He had made so much progress, but he wondered if he shouldn’t duck out of the group. It was just too awkward to be around someone who knew him, if only briefly, from the old days.
He did enjoy her insights into the book they were reading though. She just had such a unique take on things, and he was again surprised by her amazing intellect. She seemed like a practically omnidisciplinary student of knowledge. A true Renaissaince woman.
When the club meeting had broken up, and Jeremy was walking home wondering what to do, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Hey, Jeremy was it?” she said.
“Uh, yeah,” he said awkwardly.
“I think I met you at that party a while back, didn’t I?” she said, smiling.
Jeremy slouched. She did recognize him.
“Look, I-,” he sputtered. “If you want me to leave the book club group, I absolutely can. I don’t want to get in your way of enjoying the interesting conversations. They’re a pretty cool group of people.”
Allison laughed. “You don’t need to play the martyr. I have no intention of separating you from this group - they all seem to love you. And it seems like you’ve turned over a new leaf, and I’m willing to give you a second chance.”
Jeremy smiled ruefully. “I’m not worried about you. If I’m honest, I’m worried about myself. I don’t want to go back to being the person I once was.”
Allison shrugged her shoulders. “I know all about being different people. I’ve undergone a lot of transformations before I ended up the person you see before you today. Everyone grows in their own ways, and is running their own race.”
They had left things there. Jeremy was happy that he would get a second chance to be friends with Allison.
It wasn’t long before they had grown quite close as friends. They were hanging out a lot outside of the book club, and could talk into the wee hours of the night.
He learned that she had a PhD in physics, and seemed to dabble in a lot of fields besides. He was actually quite intimidated by her range of expertise. He was just a guy who had made a bunch of money in finance.
But they continued to get to know each other, and to lean on each other for support.
Jeremy was surprised when Allison asked him out.
He stared at her, blinking.
“Can you run that by me again?” he said.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?” she asked.
Jeremy was thrilled. But he knew the answer.
“I’m sorry, Allison. I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” he admitted.
She seemed disappointed and understood.
But a few months later, she had asked again.
After a lot of consideration, Jeremy had said yes.
And the months since had been bliss.
Allison had laid the ground rules very early on. She needed to take things slow, and didn’t want sex to be part of the relationship for a very long time. Until she was ready.
Jeremy had heard hints of how disastrous her last relationship had been. The only real clues he had gotten from Allison was that she had been young and dumb, and things had gone very badly.
Jeremy was willing to take things slow now. He was interested in Allison for more than just her body.
They moved in together after six months of dating, and still they didn’t have sex.
Finally, at their one year anniversary, after a beautiful date at the botanical gardens, Allison said she was ready.
“Are you sure?” Jeremy asked. “We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
“I’m sure,” Allison nodded. “And besides, there’s something big I haven’t told you, and I think it was about time you find out, but I think it will be easier to show you...”
Jeremy was prepared for any surprise at this point. His mind considered a few possible secrets that she might have kept this late into the relationship, and he realized none of them would matter. He loved Allison, and he would accept her no matter what tonight would bring.
The car ride back from the botanical gardens was filled with anticipatory silence.
Neither of them knew what to say.
Finally, they got to the bedroom, and closed the door behind them.
“Do you mind if I kiss you?” he asked.
Allison looked shyly down and smiled. She loved that he always asked that before kissing her nowadays. He had become very conscious of consent after he had turned his life around, and tried hard to make sure she was always comfortable with everything they did.
“Yes,” she said.
He kissed her, and then pulled back. The look in his eyes was simmering with desire.
“Would it be alright if I touch your breasts?”
She nodded, and he reached under her shirt. She hadn’t felt a man’s touch like this in so long.
It was scary and exciting.
She knew that soon enough, her secret would be out.
He kept asking questions, and she kept saying yes. He checked in regularly to make sure everything was going well.
And it wasn’t long before the two of them were under the covers make sweet love to one another.
The sex was different from any Jeremy had had before. It was more tender, more intimate, more loving.
In fact, Jeremy realized it was the first time he had ever made love to a woman, and not merely fucked her. It was a true union of the mind, body and soul - two lovers coming together as one flesh.
And when he had pumped her full of his cum, and she screamed out in pleasure as her body was rocked by an incredible orgasm, the two of them collapsed back onto the bed into each others arms.
But they weren’t able to bask long in the afterglow.
“Oh, no,” Allison said, putting her hands to her temples. “I can feel it.” She looked Jeremy in the eyes with an urgency and seriousness that surprised him. “I don’t have much time, but promise me once you learn my secret- I want you promise me Jeremy...” It looked like she was having trouble getting words out.
“Uh, okay,” he said, worriedly. “What do you want me to promise?”
“Promise you’ll-” it looked like she was having trouble getting words out, “fuck me… in the pussy… again.”
Jeremy was bewildered by these words, and the way she said them.
“I, uh, promise?” he said.
Allison’s eyes fluttered, and she looked at him with a strange expression.
“Oh my gosh, that was so totes amazing!” she said. “Your cock was so big!”
Jeremy gave her a strange look.
“Uh, are you okay, Allison?” he asked uncertainly.
She gave a huge smile, and something seemed off about her eyes. Like there was no spark of intelligence behind them. Just a vapid, vacant expression, empty of any serious thought.
“I’m super duper,” she said. “Especially now that you fucked my brains out!”
“What’s happening right now?” Jeremy said. “You’re acting very strange.”
Allison was running her hand sensuously over her body, and started to moan. “God, it has been so long since I’ve, like, done it. I haven’t even been able to masturbate. Five years is such a long time.”
“Please tell me what’s happening Allison, you’re scaring me!” he said.
Allison giggled. “Don’t call me that long boring name! I’m Allie. And I’m the yummy present that Allison’s ex left behind.”
Jeremy blinked. “Uh, what?”
“And they say I’m the, like, dumb one!” she rolled her eyes. “My last ex was a hypnotist, and he used to do a lot of, unf,” he hands wandered down to her pussy, “hot things with me. And when we broke up, he left a trigger behind. It used to be one of my abs-, uh, abso-, like, one of my most favoritest! Any time someone cums in my pussy, I get totes dumb and horny and obedient until someone cums in me again.”
Jeremy processed those words.
“So you’re saying…”
“That I’m a silly, sexy bimbo until you change me back!” she said brightly. “Yeppers!”
Jeremy was feeling so conflicted. He had come to care deeply about Allison in the past year and a half, and he was happy to be with a mature, adult woman with substance and a brilliant mind. But there was something so… familiar about Allie.
He could feel his old thought patterns starting to well up under the surface. A version of him that would have fucked a girl like Allie, used her, and discarded her like a one night stand. Or kept her in his orbit for a booty call. Who treated women like objects, and didn’t really spend a lot of time thinking about their interiority. What kind of person they were. What sort of inner life they had.
“Uh, Allie,” he said slowly. “Do you want me to turn you back? I think I’ve got a round two in me.”
Allie giggled. “Of course not! I’ve spent five years waiting to, like, come back out, and I’m not eager to leave just yet. But speaking of round two…”
Allie stroked Jeremy’s cock, until he was at full attention, and then she started giving him head.
It was so different from the gentle, respectful lovemaking Jeremy had just enjoyed. Allie was a freak, and clearly knew her way around a cock. Her tongue drove him wild, and it wasn’t long at all before he pumped her mouth full of cum.
“Mm, yummy!” she said, swallowing and wiping a bit of cum off of her lips. “I can’t get enough of your monster cock.”
Jeremy looked down at the woman he loved, and remembered what he had promised. He had promised to cum inside of her pussy. Allison must have trusted him a lot to have sex with him, with a post-hypnotic trigger like this. She had made herself vulnerable, because she felt deep down that he would turn her back, given the chance.
But seeing the brainless bimbo there below him, having just gobbled up his cum like it was candy, he felt an old part of himself awakening.
“Allie, you said that you’re obedient in this state?” he asked probingly.
Allie eagerly nodded, her boobs jiggling slightly. “Totally! There’s nothing hotter than a big, strong, smart man doing all my thinking for me! I’m just a girl after all.”
Jeremy couldn’t believe those words were coming out of her lips. Allison was a staunch feminist, and didn’t take crap from anyone when it came to misogynistic statements like that.
He kind of liked it.
“Well,” Jeremy said happily. “Why don’t you get some sleep. You’re going to call in sick for work tomorrow, and we’re both going to have a lot of fun.”
Allie started jumping up and down with delight, and clapping her hands. “Yay! I can’t wait.”
Jeremy grinned. He couldn’t wait either.