"That was nice...that was good..." Jason murmured, still nude, from his position next to Angie.
"Yeahhh..." Angie half grumbled as she sat up in the bed, her hair and tank top disheveled, throwing the blanket over her exposed lower half, still slick from the act. She reached into the nightstand and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one and her lighter from within, lighting it up, letting out a sigh of relief as she could slip into her "old self" after "performing" up to this point.
"Oh wow, that's like...smoking smoking..." Jason began with a look of surprise as he sat up next to her. Angie instinctively started to shift away, but considering what they just did, their upper arms touching wasn't worth the effort. "I've known people who vape but damn, that's like a real cigarette." Angie just took a long puff, let the smoke linger in her mouth, and then inhaled through her nose as she shot him a look. "You know that's like...super unhealthy, right?" he added.
"Look kid, I don't need the life lesson, I've been smoking since before you were born," Angie grumbled out, smoke on her breath, feeling the judgement in his tone. "I've already lived 60 years, I don't think I can handle another 60, even if this body is a lot younger and has those years in it."
Jason just sat there, blinking, processing. This kind of interaction was fairly common in the post-Great Shift world. It's not exactly polite to ask what a person was "before"... old/young, man/woman, black/white, gay/straight... so until they volunteer it, any given person could have been anybody before. Jason, 25 and unshifted, just knew a hot 30-ish blonde was into him at the bar and he went home with her. What she was before didn't matter...until now.
"I...I'm sorry, I didn't know. I didn't mean to sound judgy..." Jason apologized.
"Eh, don't be a pussy kid, don't worry about it," Angie replied, patting his thigh with her free hand, still staring off into space as she smoked. "You were a solid lay. Got me to where I needed to be. I wish women back in my day would have given that kind of feedback, so that's a favor from me to you. You got a good body out of the shift."
"I'm actually unshifted," Jason replied with a hint of pride.
"Don't be a douche either," Angie quickly added to deflate him a bit. "You know, I tried to stick with women after the shift. This body just...can't get what it needs from them anymore. I miss my dick and uh, I'm still working through this whole...hooking up with guys...thing, borrowing their dicks for a little while. And you...did alright. Don't get a big head over this."
"So, maybe you and I, we could uh...do this again sometime? I'd totally even take you out on a date first..." Jason started to shoot his shot.
"Ha!" Angie scoffed involuntarily before softening her tone. "Erm, sorry about that kid. I don't 'date' guys. I get what my body needs from theirs and try not to think about it beyond that. No offense. As to 'doing this again'... leave your number. Might be good to have a regular who knows what I need and can get it done. As long as, you know, you don't be a pussy or a douche about it, got it?"
Jason lit up. "Yeah, yeah, totally. Anytime." Angie raised her brows and looked away from him, starting to have some regrets (a future entanglement, needing a man at all) for offering it. "Hey, can I get one of those? I've always wanted to try..."
"Nah kid, don't you know they're bad for your health?" Angie half-joked, finishing her own cigarette. She dropped the butt into an old water glass on the night stand. "Taste like shit in my new mouth, too. I'll tell you what though, if you've got a 'round two' in you, we can move onto that. I've still got an 'itch' I can't quite 'scratch' myself..."
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