Chapter 2: Correcting his Mistakes
Donny lounged on his unmade bed, staring absently at the Swap-A-Trait app on his phone. Soft morning light streamed through the crack in the curtains and illuminated the dorm room. The youthful energy in the room was palpable, even though Samantha was still asleep in her bed across from Donny, looking peaceful for once.
Donny, however, was more focused on his app. He was pretty sure he'd figured out the situation. Despite being his roommate and his girlfriend, Samantha still simply didn't like him as a person. He had her queued up on the app, and had found a trait "Relationship: Friends with Donny Johnson". All he needed to do was think of someone in range he was willing to sacrifice their friendship for.
The situation was difficult, as Donny didn't have a lot of positive relationships since he got to college. Chris had gone out of his way to mock him and push him around. He had trouble introducing himself to strangers, so he hadn't made a lot of friends.
He had, however, spent a few evenings hanging out with a small but tight-knit group of nerds who formed the school's gaming club. After finding out how little he enjoyed hiking club or waiting in line for student football tickets, the gaming club was the closest Donny had gotten to finding a place where he enjoyed the topics of conversation. It wasn't perfect - Donny was never certain what others thought of him - but even a slightly positive opinion from someone would be enough for him to try swapping with his girlfriend's current contempt.
One guy in particular stood out. A quieter member of the club named Reggie Chavez. He'd connected with Donny and even sent him some sites to see some banned episodes of Reggie's favorite anime series, hyping up how good they were and how unfair it was that they'd been pulled. Donny wasn't really into anime, but had hoped to finally make a strong connection, so he'd watched the episodes, only to find out their plot was a celebration of the teen hero wiping out an alien race that was an ugly caricature of black people.
Donny's heart had sunk when he realized how racist Reggie was, and he hadn't connected with him since. He had no interest in continuing that friendship, but hadn't responded to the guy yet either.
In an odd way, it felt appropriate to have Reggie be the next one swapped. When Donny had watched the episodes, he'd realized his social options for the next year were having no friends, putting up with racist bullshit, or going to activities he had little to no interest in and hoping someone would take pity on the loner that clearly didn't share their interests. The bleakness of those options had led him to retreating through random online apps, and when he'd seen the Swap-a-Trait, Donny had been ready to take the risk.
All of that aside, he had to be sure Reggie hadn't soured on him in the two days since Donny received the links to the racist episodes. He sent Reggie a quick text.
"Sup! Want to catch the new X-Men movie?"
Then, Donny waited for a reply. He looked over at the other bed where Samantha was still snoozing. She looked so cute resting, Donny began to have second thoughts. Maybe he could make the relationship work without the app. In fact, maybe he'd been wrong about Samantha and Reggie. What if Reggie just appreciated the art design and disliked censorship? Donny knew he was often wrong about social cues, could it be he'd been wrong about this whole situation?
His phone buzzed, and he looked at the text.
"Nah, X-Men's for pussies ever since they got political. Hey, you watch the eps I sent you yet? Really awesome to watch someone calling out the problems we got today without being afraid of getting cancelled, right?"
And with that, Donny brought up the Swap-a-Trait app, set it to switch Reggie and Samantha's level of friendship with him, and pressed the button.
At first, nothing appeared to have changed. Then Donny looked at his texts. Apparently, Reggie had blocked him, which looked to be a promising start. Deciding to see how Samantha had changed, he walked to her bed, and nudged the blonde who was lightly snoring.
"Hey sleepyhead, it's time to wake up."
Samantha groggily opened her eyes and looked at Donny with a sleepy smile. "Five more minutes, baby?" she asked, "You can join me if you want."
Without hesitation, Donny slid into bed behind Samantha and wrapped his arms around her. His cock twitched as he felt her soft, warm body pressed up against his.
"Mmm, we should cuddle more often," she whispered, snuggling back into him even further and holding his hands around her waist.
Donny couldn't believe it. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, but never in his wildest fantasies did he think it would actually happen.
Samantha was in his arms, her soft, warm curves melting into him as they lay in bed together.
Without a word, Donny's hands began to explore her body. He ran his fingers over her smooth skin, feeling her shudder with pleasure at his touch. Taking his hand, Samantha led it lower down her body, letting out a low moan as Donny's hand found its way underneath her panties and between her legs, his fingers exploring the wetness that had already begun to gather there.
"I guess you really want to wake me up, Donny," Samantha said with a smirk, then her voice lowered to a low whisper, "Keep going."
His fingers began to tease her clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing with pleasure under his touch."Oh God, Donny," she breathed as she began to squirm at his ministrations.
Donny's other hand reached up to cup Samantha's breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple as he began to pepper the back of her neck with kisses. He could feel her body trembling with pleasure as he touched her, and it only served to make him even more aroused.
"Fuck, Samantha," he murmured against her lips, his cock already painfully hard in his boxers.
Without a word, Samantha turned around and slipped her hand inside his boxers, wrapping her delicate fingers around his throbbing shaft.
Donny couldn't help but groan at her touch, his hips bucking upwards as she began to stroke him firmly.
"God, you feel so fucking good," he breathed as he leaned up to capture one of her hard nipples in his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.
"Just - just tell me when you're about to cum," Samantha moaned between ragged gasps, "You know I've got a thing about body fluids"
That made sense with her behavior last night, Donny thought. Even if she liked him more, Samantha still had all her hang-ups. Keeping that in mind, he renewed his efforts, kissing his girlfriend as she began to wiggle out of her underwear and kiss him back.
Samantha let out a low moan, her head falling back against his shoulder as she ground her hips against his hand, seeking more friction for her clit. "Don't stop," she ordered, and pulled her boyfriend closer to her.
Donny was beyond happy to oblige. He continued to tease and worship her body, taking his time to learn every curve and contour, driving both himself and Samantha wild with pleasure.
Samantha's moans grew louder and more desperate as Donny's fingers continued to work their magic, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh God, Donny, I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her breath hitching as she felt the first waves of pleasure wash over her.
Donny could feel his own orgasm building, but he didn't want to cum yet. He wanted to savor this moment with Samantha, to draw it out as long as possible.
"Samantha, I'm gonna cum too," he warned her, slowing down his fingers just enough to stave off his own release.
But Samantha was too lost in her own lust to respond. With a loud cry, she came hard, her juices soaking Donny's hand as her body shook with pleasure.
As his girlfriend's body shook in lustful abandon, Donny couldn't hold back any longer. With his clean hand, he quickly pulled Samantha's hand out of his boxers and began to cum as well, shooting ropes of jizz into his boxers and onto his girlfriend's bedsheets.
Still recovering, Donny slid out of his soiled boxers as Samantha got out of her bed and began taking apart her bed.
"I'll go wash my hand," he told his statuesque blonde girlfriend. Samantha gave him a warm nod.
"Thanks, Donny," She said, "I love your fingers, but I hate the mess we make."
Donny gave a little chuckle as he headed to their shared bathroom. Samantha began to take her sheets off the bed, carefully avoiding her and Donny's fluids. As she did, an idea struck Donny.
"You have any friends who don't mind jizz and stuff?" He asked, trying to make it sound like a lighthearted question. Samantha gave him an odd look.
"What, are you gonna try and cheat on me?" She asked with a surprising intensity.
Donny gulped and tried to backpedal, stammering over his words as he denied it before Samantha gave him a sharp laugh.
"Don't worry, they'd never waste their time on you," She said with a laugh, "They're way out of your league. You're just lucky I like slumming it!"
Donny gave a half-hearted laugh with her, a little depressed Samantha still saw herself as so far above him. But he pressed on.
"I mean, don't you like to gossip? I thought maybe you'd heard something."
Samantha gave her boyfriend a mischievous grin, "Well, it's not like anything I tell you'd get back to them. She put a hand on her chin as she recalled the other girls in her cliques' dirty little secrets. Donny tried to act casual as he dried his hands on a towel.
"There's my friend, Jenna. She loves giving blowjobs and getting jizzed on by her boyfriend. It's like a fetish for her. And the craziest thing is, she loves the taste of her own love juices!"
Donny felt his cock stirring at the thought of giving Samantha her friend Jenna's fetishes. The idea of a woman who loved giving head and getting covered in cum was a huge turn-on for him. He headed to his phone and began to bring up the Swap-a-Trait app.
Samantha must have noticed the look on Donny's face because she let out a low chuckle. "You like that idea, don't you? You're such a freak!" She then gave him a playful nudge, "But your my freak, so don't worry about me telling anyone. The girls give me enough shit about dating a weirdo as is."
Donny had Samantha all queued up, "What's Jenna's last name?" He asked her. Samantha looked a little annoyed at her boyfriend not paying attention, but answered the question, "Mason. But if you'd rather look her up on the phone than be with your actual girlfriend..."
Before Samantha could finish her sentence, Donny queued up Jenna Mason to swap fetishes with Samantha and pressed the app's red button. He looked over at his girlfriend and saw her staring at his discarded boxers with a very different look in her eyes.
It wasn't disgust or disdain, but curiosity and interest. She over at the boxers he'd discarded after their morning love session and licked her lips, a needy desire in her eye.
"Donny, you wouldn't get grossed out if I..." she trailed off as she picked up the boxers he had jizzed in earlier, slowly bringing them to her face. He watched her nervously as she blushed, and inhaled deeply. "You must think I'm such a freak, but there's just something about a guy's seed." She said, embarrassed, but unwilling to drop the boxers with the remnants of his seed.
Donny felt his cock twitch. He'd had no idea how deep the fetish he'd given to Samantha went, but seeing her needing the taste of his seed was getting him fired up again.
"Samantha," he murmured, stepping closer to her. "Do you want it? I won't judge."
She looked up at him with a hunger in her eyes, and he knew what she wanted before she could even speak.
"It's just..." she breathed, her hand trembling as she held his jizz-stained boxers to her face. "It's just so embarrassing. If that prude Jenna found out, I'd just die."
"I won't tell," Donny promised, and Samantha gave him a little smile. Donny's cock twitched again as he watched her lick the semen off the fabric, her tongue tracing every spot where his essence had stained the cloth.
He'd never seen anyone be so exposed, so vulnerable with him, and it was a turn-on like nothing else. He reached down and felt his member rock hard again. Samantha also noticed and gave a grin filled with eager desire and relief at not having lost her boyfriend's interest after her display.
"Thank God you don't mind, Donny. I knew you understood me."
She then dropped to her knees and kissed his member, her tongues lovingly moving up and down his shaft. Donny moaned at the feelings and Samantha giggled in response, already knowing what she wanted next.
"Why don't we move this to your bed?" Samantha suggested, and Donny nodded eagerly. She peeled off her lingerie and led Donny to his bed, where she jumped up and began wiggling her pert little ass at her boyfriend.
"Like what you see?" She asked, looking sultrily over her shoulder. Donny was already half-hard, watching her move like that. He nodded wordlessly and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind Samantha. He ran his hands over her smooth skin, feeling his eager cock press against her ass.
"Mmmm," she moaned, pushing back against him. "Fuck me, Donny. I need to feel you inside me."
Donny didn't need to be told twice.
He lined himself up with Samantha's wet, eager pussy and thrust in deep, savoring the feeling of her tightness around him. Samantha moaned loudly as Donny began to thrust in and out of her, each stroke deeper and harder than the last.
"Yes, Donny. Yes!" Samantha screamed, all earlier reservations disappearing as she got lost in the sensations of their raw lovemaking. Her body moved back in rhythm with Donny's thrusts, loving the feeling of being filled by him.
She reached back and grasped Donny's ass, pulling him in deeper.
"Goddamn, Samantha," Donny muttered between breaths, sweat dripping down his forehead. "You feel so fucking good."
"Yes, yes, fuck me raw," Samantha panted, clenching her kegel muscles around Donny's cock.
Donny reached around and began rubbing Samantha's clit with each thrust. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking as she neared her orgasm.
Donny could feel her tightening around him, and knew that she was about to cum.
"Fuck, Samantha," he groaned, his pace quickening as he thrust into her. "I'm gonna cum too." Donny grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic.
"Then pull out and cum all over my chest and face," Samantha demanded, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
Donny's eyes widened in surprise, but he did as he was told, pulling out of Samantha's pussy and stroking his cock furiously.
Samantha positioned herself on her back, her chest heaving with anticipation. She reached up and grabbed Donny's cock, guiding it towards her chest.
"Do it, Donny. Give me your load."
With a final grunt, Donny came, his seed splattering all over Samantha's chest and face. She moaned with pleasure as she felt the warm liquid hit her skin.
"Fuck, that was hot," Donny breathed, collapsing onto the bed next to Samantha.
She let out a breathy laugh and wiped at the mess on her face.
"God, I can't believe I'm such a freak about this," she said, sounding a little embarrassed. Donny gave her a playful grin and shrugged. "Hey, no judgment here. You seemed to enjoy it."
Samantha bit her lip, looking down at the cum still coating her chest. "Yeah, I did," she admitted, before reaching down and scooping up a fingerful of the sticky substance. She brought it to her lips and licked it off, her eyes thoughtful as they gazed at her boyfriend and roommate.
"I'm going to take a shower," Samantha declared with a smile, "And I can't have you distracting me. Then afterwards I can help you get your nerd stuff packed for donating."
Donny gave a start. "Wait, what?" He said, trying to figure out where this new mandate was coming from.
Samantha gave a shrug. "Come on, baby, you know my friends only put up with my boyfriends since they know I'm fixing them. You gotta show some progress for getting out of loserville."
Donny stood in silent shock as Samantha continued. "We'll get rid of all your dumb dorky shit, then afterwards we can go shopping for a better style for you and come back here for another reward." She gave him a smoky look, "What's wrong? Don't you think I'm worth it?"
Donny gave a gulp and a nod. Samantha gave a laugh and grabbed a towel before heading to their shared bathroom. As soon as she was gone, Donny grabbed his phone and brought up the Swap-a-Trait app again.
He had to do something before Samantha destroyed all of his prized possessions. He scrolled through the list of traits he could swap and found one that caught his eye: "Interests and Hobbies." It was perfect, Donny just needed to think of the someone who shared enough of his interests.
Reggie, from the last switch, might be a candidate. But Donny was worried if he the app might give Samantha some of Reggie's racist baggage. Then, he recalled Lewis from the club too. Lewis was a snarkier member who delighted in correcting everybody else about any topic they brought up. If Donny took away Samantha's interest in fashion and replaced it with Lewis's vast lore of nerdy trivia, she might have appreciation his interests.
Donny queued up Lewis and pressed the switch. He looked at the room he shared with Samantha. Her side had changed radically.
Gone were the pictures of high-fashion models and clothes, replaced with posters and figurines of various superheroes and anime characters. The shelves that used to be lined with designer bags and shoes were now bursting with books and comics, while the closet was filled with clothes that were noticeably less chic. Her shirts almost all had quotes or characters on them, and the dresses were now filled with dinosaur or anime filled patterns.
As the sounds of the shower continued, Donny recalled another member of the gaming club, Divya. The Indian girl was a bit of an oddball, oversharing and missing some of the other members' social queues, but Donny had liked her. She was friendly, though she lacked the clout in the club to do have any real impact on the group. She'd always vented in her issues with her parents too, with them always wanting her to behave more conventionally.
Impulsively Donny queued up his app again, this time for Samantha and Divya, and set the trait to swap as "Social Awareness". He pressed the button, hoping Divya would have a little more ability to deal with her family and the gaming club, but also curious at a Samantha who wasn't so status-centric. Recalling Divya's thick glasses, and always finding glasses on a woman oddly attractive, Donny swapped Divya's eyesight with Samantha's as well.
Before Donny could think of any other traits, the sounds of the shower stopped. He put his phone down, and eagerly waited to see what this new Samantha would be like as she came out of their bathroom.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and Donny couldn't suppress the smile that spread across his face.
Samantha walked in with a towel on and some cats eye frames with fogged glasses. She seemed perfectly happy with the new room's layout, as in this new reality her side was filled with items from years of Samantha pursuing various nerdy passions. Donny decided to test the waters.
"So, Samantha, what are our plans for the day again?" He asked.
"Can you call me Sammi, Donny?" Samantha asked as she tried to clean the fog off her glasses, "You know I hate the name Samantha."
Donny made a note to do so, and waited for Sammi to answer, curious to see how her geeky interests changed her plans.
"Well, Donny, I was thinking we could spend the day going through our collections and setting up my new figurines. Maybe watch some sci-fi shows afterwards?"
Donny's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly hid it behind a smile. "Sure, Sammi, that sounds like a great idea." He felt a sense of relief wash over him. It seemed like his changes to Sammi's personality were for the better.
He took a quick shower himslef and then they spent the day organizing their shared collection of geeky memorabilia, chatting about their favorite characters and shows. Donny couldn't believe how much they had in common, and how much fun they were having together.
As they settled in to watch some sci-fi shows, Sammi leaned against Donny's shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist.
He had turned the condescending, controlling Samantha into the affectionate, geeky Sammi who was now cuddled up next to him. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants as he looked at her.
Sammi noticed and gave him a mischievous grin. "I know that look, Donny," she murmured, her hand reaching down to squeeze his growing erection.
Donny gave her a grin of his own.
He glanced at the TV, but he couldn't focus on the show anymore. Instead, he was consumed by the feeling of Sammi's hand on his crotch, and the thought of what might happen next.
Without a word, Donny shifted position so that he was facing Sammi. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. Sammi responded eagerly, her own hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
They broke the kiss, both panting heavily. Donny's hand reached down to grab Sammi's ass, pulling her closer to him.
He could feel her heat through her thin shorts, and it was driving him crazy.
"God, Sammi, I want you," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
"Then take me, Donny," she replied, her voice low and sultry. He stood up and pulled Sammi with him, leading her over to the bed. She followed eagerly, her hands reaching up to undress him as they kissed.
Once Donny was naked, he turned his attention to Sammi.
She was wearing a cute pokeball-themed bra and matching underwear, and Donny couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch her.
He ran his hands over her curves, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric. Sammi moaned softly as he touched her, her hands reaching up to grab his shoulders.
"Donny, god do you make me horny," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
Donny didn't need any more encouragement. He kissed Sammi again, his hands exploring her body as she moaned into their kiss.
Her hands were busy too, running them over his chest and back.
Donny's hands slipped down to her ass, squeezing it appreciatively as he pulled her closer to him. He could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear, and it was driving him wild.
"Fuck, Sammi, I need you," he breathed, his voice rough with lust.
Sammi moaned in response, pulling Donny's mouth back to hers for another deep kiss.
She could feel his cock hard against her stomach, and she wanted it inside of her.
"Donny, please," she whispered, breaking the kiss. "Get inside me."
Donny didn't need any more urging. He quickly undressed Sammi, pulling her panties down to reveal her wet, aching pussy. She was soaked and ready for him, and he couldn't resist any longer.
He positioned himself between her legs and entered her with one swift thrust.
Sammi moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Donny began to move inside of her, his thrusts getting harder and faster as Sammi's moans grew louder. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper inside of her.
"Oh fuck, Donny, yeah, like that," Sammi cried out, her voice filled with need.
Donny could feel his own orgasm building deep within him, but he wanted to make this moment last as long as possible.
He slowed his thrusts, savoring the feeling of Sammi's tight pussy wrapped around him.
"Donny, don't stop," Sammi moaned, her voice filled with desperation. "I need you, please, don't stop."
Donny grunted in response, his thrusts getting faster and harder again. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth.
"Goddammit, Sammi, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.
Sammi dug her nails into his back, feeling the pleasure of Donny's cock throbbing inside of her. She could feel her own orgasm building deep within her, and she knew she wasn't far behind.
"Donny, yes, cum inside me," she begged, "I need to feel you fill me up."
Donny's thrusts became faster and more urgent as he felt his orgasm building. He could feel Sammi's pussy clenching around him, pulling him deeper inside of her.
"Fuck, Sammi, you feel so good," he groaned, his thrusts getting harder and faster.
Sammi's nails dug into his back, feeling the pleasure of Donny's cock throbbing inside of her.
"Donny, yes, like that," she moaned, her voice filled with need, "Oh, fuck, I'm about to cum!"
Donny's thrusts became erratic as he felt her pussy clench around him, pulling his own climax from him.
"Fuck, Sammi, oh fuck, here it comes," he groaned, burying himself deep inside of her as he released.
Sammi's own orgasm overtook her at the same time, and she cried out in pleasure, her pussy clenching around Donny's still-thrusting cock.
He felt her walls spasm and pulse, milking every last drop of cum from him.
Donny collapsed onto Sammi's chest, both of them panting heavily and trying to catch their breath.
"Fuck, Sammi," Donny murmured, his face buried in her neck.
"Mmm, yeah, that was amazing," she replied, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.
Donny let out a contented sigh as he listened to the sound of Sammi's heartbeat under his ear.
It was soothing, and he didn't want to move from this position anytime soon. However, his curiosity got the better of him, and he reluctantly pulled away from her embrace to check his phone.
As he unlocked his screen, he noticed a new update notification on the Swap-A-Trait app. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, he opened it to see what changes had been made. To his surprise, there was a new feature that allowed him to take photos of targets and swap their traits with others.
Donny's mind raced with possibilities. He no longer had to recall people's names to make the swap. As Sammi dozed peacefully, Donny excitedly fantasized about the ways he could use the app moving forward.