A sigh fell out of my mouth. I knew it, I'd leaped and I couldn't bare to look around me and see who might have heard something.
When I didn't hear anything, I opened one eye and glanced around. I was alone. Another sigh left my lips, then I saw why I was alone. I was a boy again, but I was naked, sitting in a chair in front of a computer looking at porn.
"Finally, something I understand! Oh boy!"
The hand holding my cock was bronzed, but not from sun tan. I browsed through the memories of my new body and discovered it was named Carlos. He was from a large family, but was the first to go to college. His parents had emigrated from Venezuela a couple of years before he was born, and had fought and struggled for their small slice of the American Dream. He had an aunt and two uncles on his mother's side who lived with them, as well as three younger sisters and a handful of younger cousins.
Carlos' dorm room was a single occupancy, and he had personalized it extensively. There were posters on the walls, most of a science-nerd bent: Star Trek, Star Wars, Dr. Who and Firefly. I could guess before I checked, this guy was a virgin, and decidedly so. He didn't even appear to have any close female friends. His group had a few girls at the periphery, but Carlos seemed to be too shy to even get to know them, let alone anyone who didn't know what a sonic screwdriver was.
Well, first things first, I thought, turning my attention back to the PC screen. There was a picture of a very well-endowed young lady being plowed by a black cock in her ass and a white one in her pussy. Her face was contorted into a grimace that was equal parts pain and ecstasy. He had the Stumbleupon app loaded on his browser an had set the filter to 'porn' so all I needed to do was click the "Stumble" button to see new pictures appear. I hadn't ever used the app myself, but I was certainly going to get it ... if I ever got back to my body. For a second, I imagined my body lying in some hospital bed, tubes and wires hooked up to it to keep it alive. But there was nothing I could do about it now. All I could hope to do was keep leaping and see if it ever got me home.
"Well, let's see what he has saved," I mumbled, and found a huge repository of porn on his computer. "Boy, we've got to get you a girl."
Most of his stash seemed to be interracial of one type or another. Carlos seemed to be trying very hard to break out of his ethnicity, rather than embracing it. He even spoke without an accent.
"Lusty Latinas?" That didn't seem to match his particular kink, but I was intrigued. I double clicked on the file and opened the video player. It played through some cheesy opening scenes, with the actors' and actresses' names. Then it opened on a school in an obviously Latino neighborhood.
"Maria! Wait up!" A heavily tattooed man, clearly in his thirties ran up to the twenty-something woman, both heading into school with backpacks.
"Oh Manuel, you know I can't be late again! Mr. Iglesias will have me in detention until graduation!"
"But isn't it worth it?" Manuel asked. He ran his hand over her hip and pulled her in for a kiss. She resisted for a token second, then melted against him.
"You know I can't resist you," she sighed. He pulled her around the corner, and in plain view of pretty much anyone who happened to be walking past the school, she dropped to her knees and began to pull down his pants. "But we have to be quick!"
"I will be, just start sucking."
My hand found it's way to my cock. It was nice sized, meaning it was about average in length but slightly thicker than average. Carlos had evidently been pretty far into his jerk session, as his cock was pretty sensitive.
"Ah Dios!" Manuel groaned on the screen as Maria slobbered all over his knob.
"My turn," she said, standing up and pulling up her skirt. Manuel dropped to his knees, pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and started sucking on her pussy. He licked over her clit, sucking her lips into his mouth, then sucked on his middle finger and slid it inside her. "Manuel! Suck my tight, young pussy!"
Manuel made some indecipherable comment, considering his mouth was full of pussy-flesh, I couldn't blame him.
"Ooh, now fuck me!" Manuel sprang to his feet and she lifted her leg, giving the camera a nice view of her glistening pussy, right before his cock speared its way between her lips and began sliding in and out. "Shit! That's so deep. So deep in my tight pussy!"
"Yeah, Maria. Take it all!"
The cheesy dialogue and contrived situation aside, the sex looked pretty hot, and my hand was flying up and down on my cock. I could feel the pressure build up, and just as Maria, with some sort of sixth sense, dropped to her knees to receive Manuel's cum all over her face, I exploded, too.
"Whew." I exhaled, then turned off the video. A roll of paper towels was nearby, evidently just for this occurrence. I cleaned myself up, threw on some sweat pants and a T-Shirt. The front had a Stormtrooper at a bar, head held in his hand while the caption under it said, "Those WERE the droids I was looking for."
I lay on Carlos' bed and tried to figure out what he needed to do. Tomorrow was a Monday, so there was a pretty good chance he had classes to attend, and that meant I needed to attend them for him. I just needed to figure out what classes and see if there was anything I needed to do, any homework or reading I needed to do.
"Just my luck!" I muttered to the ceiling. British Lit, Philosophy, and then Electrical Engineering. The third one was in my wheelhouse, but the first two ... Carlos was evidently going for the well-rounded college education. I respected him, but at the moment, I wished he'd been a bit more focused.
At least his memories were pretty strong regarding the novel they were reading in Brit Lit; Middlemarch by George Eliot. George Eliot, but apparently this was a female author. I scanned through his memories of the book and nearly fell asleep. How could he stand it? And then I saw: the TA was a girl named Amber, and she was in Carlos' wheelhouse. She had red hair, freckles, a very nice figure that was usually kept hidden under a college hoodie and loose pants.
I'd had my fair share of crushes on TAs in college, but I'd never been able to get anywhere with them. Perhaps the fact that I was too scared to try anything contributed to that? Perhaps.
And Philosophy? Well, Carlos seemed to genuinely enjoy this, he was quite far along the Philosophy class tree. In fact, he was damn close to being able to double major in Philosophy and Electrical Engineering. That was an accomplishment that would get him noticed! The class tomorrow was Moral Philosophy, and they seemed to be focused on Utilitarianism. I had no idea what that meant, but Carlos had pretty strong feelings about it. Oh well, I could tell he had nothing more he needed to do, and I was going to have to rely on his memories of the topics to get me through. So I went to bed.
The next morning, I struggled into the dorm cafeteria, ate a breakfast that I hardly remembered, and just made it onto the campus bus that would take me to the Humanities building, where I'd - shudder - spend the first two thirds of my day.
The Brit Lit lecture was dry as hell. The professor kept trying to explain how interesting the novel was, and most of the class seemed unable to see it that way. I could see a few kids sleeping in the back. It was way too early in the morning to be listening to a boring lecture about a boring book. Somehow I soldiered through, and I was able to get a pretty good look at Amber, the TA, who was sitting in the front row, taking notes and seemingly very energized by the material. I guess it takes all sorts.
When the class ended, I delayed a bit, putting my notebook - scribbled on but no notes taken - and novel away ion my backpack. I timed my exit just right and walked out right next to Amber.
"Carlos! So nice to see you!" Amber said, smiling. She really was quite cute.
"Hi, Amber," I replied, "I'm looking forward to you helping explain what the professor was trying to tell us." I laughed, and she did, too.
"Don't worry, I'll spoon feed you every little bit."
"Ooh, sounds fun," I winked and turned down a side corridor, but not before I saw a blush creep up her neck. I smiled to myself, god I missed college.
I walked through the halls, seeing all the coeds walking around, a veritable treasure trove of young nubile, and unlike previous leaps, legal young women. I smiled at a few, and they smiled back. It was quite easy to be confident when I was in someone else's body, I knew there were few consequences for me, and Carlos was a pretty attractive guy. Here he was, swimming through a sea of girls and he was too scared to even take a sip. Well, I wasn't.
In the Moral Philosophy class, I deliberately sat next to the most attractive girl in the class. She had raven hair, tanned skin and pouty lips.
"Hi," I said nonchalantly.
"Hi," she replied, smiling absently. I got my notebook and pen out and looked at the blackboard. There were already things written on it, like the pages we had to read before the next class, and a warning about a test the following week. I dutifully jotted down the information and glanced through Carlos' notes, paying little attention to the girl next to me.
This had the effect I was hoping for.
"So, what's your major?" She leaned over to speak to me.
"Electrical Engineering, but I'm really close to being able to double major in Philosophy, too." I looked into her eyes as I spoke. "What about you?"
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