Peggy Sue’s Revival
Copyright© 2025 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 5: Feed a Guy, Cause His Fever
Fantasy Story: Chapter 5: Feed a Guy, Cause His Fever - This isn't one of those Do-Over fantasy stories. It's a Do-Forward! Peg and Frank (40s) wake to find they have renewed bodies (20s) in present day LA. They need new living styles, moving north to Portland is the answer. In Oregon, they learn who caused their changes, including their runaway libidos! [OP: This might be one of my best.]
Caution: This Fantasy Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Humor Science Fiction Magic Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Big Breasts Menstrual Play Public Sex Size Slow Transformation Illustrated
MARGHERITA
Our guest woke us up the next morning with delicious cups of espresso.
“Another supernatural feat?” asked Frank, sipping at his small cup.
“Certainly not!” Azzurra answered. “I used my Moka pot; I take it everywhere. It makes espresso on the stove, without a fancy machine.”
“This is delicious,” I said. Then a sour thought hit me. “We need to order one of those pots ourselves. Because you’re going to leave us?”
“Of course. There are people everywhere I can help. Do you think I’ve spent the last 140 years seeking out lonely old guys carving wood into puppets?”
Frank said, “Speaking of wood...”
I groped him under the covers but also told him to shut up.
Azzurra simply grinned. “You’re welcome.”
“So, tonight you’re going to ‘help’ our neighbor?” I asked.
She shot me a look. “I hear the jealousy in your voice, Margherita. You have Mr. Wonderful right here in bed with you. I know you aren’t having sex with Jacob. Should I be in bed with you tonight?”
Uh-oh. She suspected?
“I’m jealous that you’re making him dinner, silly,” I said quickly. “Jacob couldn’t possibly exceed my Frank at lovemaking.”
“It’s something else. Need I remind you, I know things?” Azzurra fixed me with a level look.
Frank nudged me. “You might as well admit it, Peg. She knows. Even I know.”
I realized I couldn’t keep pretending.
In a low voice, I told the truth. “Aw, crap. All right. For the first time in my life, I want pussy.”
“Oh, yeah? What about Frank? What about Jacob? What about MY desires?”
“It doesn’t make any sense, I know. But Frank would enjoy watching us going after each other.”
“Earlier, I should have kept my dress on. You two have your eyes on me like I’m dessert. Maybe this will help.”
Azzurra transformed again, trying on a new image that she assumed we would reject.
“Azzurra, he’s a guy,” I explained. “You’ve given him everything he’s ever wanted. He’s not forgetting that.”
Frank added, “That doesn’t mean I prefer this version. Please go back to wonderful.”
Azzurra smirked. “As you wish.” She restored her glamorous self.
“Moving on, if you folks want a big American breakfast, one of you has to get up and make it. Back in Tuscany, we don’t start the day with a big meal of starches and meats. You want to see a magic pop-up? Use your toaster.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” we agreed, in unison. We took the espresso with us into the bathroom and shared a quick shower. I was well aware of his hard-on, but for once I did nothing with it beyond a quick smooch. Dressed, we went into the kitchen together and found a note in Azzurra’s flowing cursive script.
“You can get instructions for the Moka pot off the internet. Please clean mine ONLY with water, not soap. I have many things to do before meeting Jacob for dinner. Please be ready for me to come back to your house late tonight. I will explain it all to you tomorrow.”
I proposed getting our breakfast from the drive-through and then together doing some much-needed grocery shopping. Thinking ahead, I reminded him that we were on our own for dinner tonight. He suggested making his Texas Chili con Carne, which would take several hours and be ready in the evening. That was our plan, and we were back home about 90 minutes later. I was happy to leave Frank in the kitchen to create his spicy masterpiece.
He laughed when I added a jar of antacids and a bottle of pink stuff to the cart, telling him, “Just in case.”
JACOB
I heard my doorbell ring at exactly 5:30 p.m. and rushed to answer the door. Expecting to see Azzurra, I froze. She brought a guest, another woman. Each of them carried a grocery bag.
I was instantly disappointed. In my mind, I’d been imagining an intimate dinner for two, hopefully followed by even more intimate things. I’d even put fresh linens on my bed.
“Uh—come in, welcome. I’m Jacob Hamblin, you’re Azzurra Collodi, and you ... you’re a surprise. The words spilled out too fast, and my face burned.
Azzurra spoke up then, assertively, and in Italian. “Jacob, can we come in?”
I almost yanked my door open wide. She gestured to the other woman.
“Meet my friend Eva Caruso. She’s from Uruguay and raised speaking Italian at home. I’m going to let you two get better acquainted while I’m cooking our dinner. Eva, be good to my friend Jacob. Same for you, Jacob.”
Azzurra took hold of Eva’s grocery bag with her free hand and flounced off into my kitchen.
“Eva, can I get you something to drink?”
“We brought Pellegrino. I’d like ... Oh, here comes Azzurra with two glasses for us.”
S. Pellegrino was a popular brand of naturally carbonated mineral water from Italy, easy to drink. We thanked Azzurra and she returned to the kitchen.
Eva and I sat on the leather sofa. She was curvy, soft-looking, with long black hair, warm brown eyes, a tight white blouse, and stretch denim. Mediterranean origins, maybe with something South American mixed in.