Playing Cards: Rebecca Is Becca, #10

By D.D. Grey

You know the old saying, "A goddess on your arm, a maid around the house, a gourmet in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom?" That's what I got with Rebecca, just not all at the same time. Rebecca was the perfect demure girlfriend. When her other personality, Becky, took charge of her body, she became a clean freak, while Becs could cook a fabulous meal from any mix of ingredients. Becca, though, Becca was trouble, especially as she rarely stayed confined to the bedroom.

 

Abandoning a crowded bar, we headed across the street to another smaller bar. Taking Rebecca into a situation where she was the only woman was never a good idea. Well, I didn't think so, but Becca loved being the center of attention. It didn't take her long to get me drunk so she could play cards with the other patrons.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.D. Grey
• Release date: Oct 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223017486

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Playing Cards

The intervals between appearances of Becca were getting longer and longer. Her therapist said this wasn’t necessarily going to continue, but she saw it as an encouraging sign. From my point of view, it was a great sign, not merely an encouraging one. I wanted Rebecca, and I could live with Becky and put weight-on on Becs’s cooking. Becca was a steep price to pay for the benefits of the other personalities buried inside my girlfriend.

Several months passed after Harriet’s party, and although we were out and about a lot, nothing untoward happened. Becca seemed to have gone away. I didn’t care where she just wasn’t in Rebecca’s head or controlling her body.

My girlfriend noticed the change in me. You look happier.

I shrugged. I am, I guess.

Why... No, let me guess. She smiled. Because a certain girl isn’t around?

Something like that.

She cuddled into me on the couch. You are so good putting up with the other versions of me. It can’t be easy.

It must be harder for you.

She giggled. Oh, I don’t know. It does have its compensations.

It does?

She bit her lip as she peered up into my face. Yeah, it does.

Such as?

I get all my itches scratched if you know what I mean.

I wasn’t quite sure how to take that and whether she really wanted an answer. A glance down into her upturned face as she twisted to lie on her back, her head in my lap, looking up, told me she did.

Honest answer?

She grinned. Always.

I’m not sure good girls should have those itches.

She kicked her legs in delight, giggling like a schoolgirl, and I could see the soft flush on her face. I knew she wasn’t blushing. Her light, thin t-shirt hugged her breasts, and I could see her nipples pushing up