Having heard the receptionist call out my name, I was drawing a breath to answer when a woman’s voice surprisingly sang out, “Here.”

I’d risen halfway to my feet, all ready for my job interview, and froze in the awkward position. Was someone trying to steal my slot? I looked over at the woman who had answered and was stunned a second time.

Damn, she was beautiful! My gaze slid helplessly over her hair, face and body. She checked all my boxes on what a lovely woman should look like. I even liked the easy, gliding way she moved and the charming smile she presented to the receptionist.

But I’d been waiting a week for that interview and sitting in the reception area for half an hour.

I strode over just before the receptionist could lead the woman away.

“Excuse me,” I said. “I think there’s been a mistake.” And to prove my point,

I told them my name.

They both looked at me. The “imposter” woman favored me with a small, rather sensual smile as she said, “It’s no mistake. That’s my name, too.”

That smile sent a ripple of excitement through me. But I had to settle the matter before things got out of hand. I took out my driver’s license, showing it first to the receptionist, then to the woman.

The flustered receptionist looked down at his clipboard where the names of interviewees were apparently printed out on a sheet of paper.

The woman, without batting an eye, produced her ID. I stared dumbstruck at the name. My name. Her name.

Eventually, the receptionist figured it out. Our names had indeed appeared on the sheet, but he’d presumed one was a duplicate and had scratched it out. Hastily, he made sure both of us got our interviews.

I wanted to say something more to the woman — anything, up to and including getting her contact info — but we were both swiftly sent off to separate offices. I gave the best interview I could. I certainly felt qualified for the job, and I seemed to make a good impression.

But a part of my mind stayed with the woman the whole time. What were the odds of two people of different genders showing up at the same place, at the same time? It boggled the brain.

It also, frankly, stirred my cock. She was a lovely thing, and the coincidence gave the episode an almost magical quality — like fate was stepping in.

When I emerged from the office, I looked around for her. Disappointment crushed me when I saw she wasn’t there. I lingered awhile, thinking she might be late coming out of her interview, but it became plain she was no longer in the building.

Dejected, I took the elevator down and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

“Hey, Terry!” I heard a female voice call out.

My heart leapt. The woman grinned at me, and it was like the sun coming out. “Hey, yourself,” I said a little breathlessly.

“We have got to go grab a cup of coffee. I mean, this is too freaky to just let pass,” she said, giving off an air of delight.

We went to a coffee shop. We talked. She was smart and witty; she listened well. I asked how her interview had gone.

“Fine. But I kept hoping I wouldn’t bump you out of the job.”

Damn, that was considerate. I smiled at her and replied, “It’s a big company. I’m sure they’ve got two positions available.”

There was a line of milk foam on her upper lip. She licked it off with her tongue.

“Yes,” she murmured slyly. “I certainly like multiple positions.”

My jaw just about hit the table. Did she find me as attractive as I found her?

“Look,” I said huskily, “I almost never do this but — would you like to come back to my place?”

“Where’s your place?”

I told her.

She pushed aside her latte and said, “My place is closer.”

We went to her apartment. It was stylish, in a nice building, but the scenery passed right by me. I was mesmerized by her. She took my hand and pulled me into her foyer. There she turned around, raised up a bit on her toes and put her soft mouth against mine.

The kiss was a shivery, electrical experience. Every nerve ending I had seemed to awaken at once. I pressed my lips gently to hers. She gasped softly. Then I felt her tongue and met it with my own. It was a slow sensuous tangling. A tingling went out to all parts of me, and my cock started to swell.

Still holding my hand, she towed me to her bedroom. Again, I was peripherally aware of the tasteful decor, but my true awareness was consumed by this woman. We’d discussed genealogy. There was no way we shared even a distant bloodline. The names were just amazing coincidences.

We kissed again, and there was suddenly a greater urgency. She pressed her body to mine and rubbed against my crotch. I loved the firm press of her breasts against me. We were in each other’s arms with our mouths grinding aggressively, and her tongue danced over mine.

We began pulling at one another’s clothes. We were definitely overdressed for what we both had in mind! Our fingers worked hastily, and soon clothing was flying into the corners of the bedroom. Soon she stood before me, naked and ideally feminine.

We rushed into each other’s arms again and tumbled gleefully onto the bed together. Her skin was like silk. My hands caressed her, cupping the perfect mound of a buttock as she caressed my pecs. My cock was a hot bar that pressed excitedly against her soft belly.

I groped her tits, feeling her nipples stiffen into diamond-hardness under my touch. I moved down to suckle on one, then the other. She writhed, pulling my mouth tighter against her. I slathered her nip with my tongue before grazing it with my teeth, which caused her to squeal with delight.

I shifted further downward, relishing every sensation — the tactile smoothness of her flesh, the heat which rose from her and the needy mewling sounds she made. It was like we were in perfect sync, like we’d been lovers for ages, each knowing what the other liked.

Well, in a lunatic’s sense, we were the same person, after all.

I smothered an urge to laugh and kissed a trail down her abdomen. She understood where I was going and helpfully spread her legs so I could lie down between them.

Inhaling her primal aroma, I set my face in position. Her pussy gleamed with wetness, and a great hunger moved inside me. I lapped at her slit and savored her lovely tart sweetness. It was a heady potion. My cock, already stiff, became steel-hard.

I swiped up and down her groove until she was wriggling on the bed. Then I slipped my tongue inside, tasting her inner warmth and feeling the slickness of her interior.

Her thighs closed around my head, and her hips started to grind. I went at her engorged clit with a shivering need, furiously tonguing that lively bud. I closed my lips around it, applying what suction I could, and she responded with a satisfied hum. Like with her nipples, I even grazed the stiff nub with the edge of my teeth.

She came hard, moistening my mouth with her juices.

She rolled away with eyes blazing and then came at me, shoving me onto my back. She settled her beautiful body between my legs and shouldered apart my thighs. Her mouth dropped unceremoniously onto my cock. In one brave lunge, she sucked me right down to my balls.

Bells rang in my skull, and lights flashed in my eyes. She sucked me like she was starving for cock. The ring of her lips rode up and down my rod. I felt her tongue frolicking wildly along my veiny shaft. She held my balls in her hand, applying a gentle pressure that increased the seething heat of pleasure coursing through me.

I nearly had to pry her off me. She could suck me off later if she liked. But first I had to fuck her. Before I could make a move, though, she swarmed up onto me from between my legs. She grabbed my slick cock and brought my cockhead to her dripping pussy entrance.

With a mighty plunge, she dropped herself onto me, sweetly impaling herself on my blazingly erect staff. Her action tore a cry from my throat. She grinned at me like a sex-obsessed demon. She started riding me, bucking up and down.

I reached up to fondle her bouncing tits, tweaking one nip then the other. The harder I twisted, the more she appeared to like it, until suddenly she was howling. Her pussy tightened around me, and orgasmic energy flowed over her in the visible spectrum. It seemingly lit up her body with a sensual glow.

Afterward, she tipped backward. I caught her and eased her onto her back, taking up a new position between her legs. On top at that point, I began to stroke into her. My own arousal was off the charts. I didn’t know how I wasn’t blowing my load with every thrust. Was it possible to be too excited to come?

She was a thrashing, twisting thing beneath me. Blood pounded in my veins, and my cock was a throbbing ramrod. I slammed into her, bottoming out every time. She jerked her hips upward to meet me as her fingers dug into my shoulders. Fire swam in her eyes, which were such a captivating shade.

Yet another climax took hold of her, and she went into an orgasmic fit. I kept pounding her. Then I remembered what she’d said at the coffee place, about multiple positions.

I flipped her onto her side, and I got in behind her. Hooking my arm around her middle, I plowed her like that. My cock was relentless. I was in some kind of sexual fantasyland and felt I could go for hours with her, fucking her senseless.

I rocked her up onto her hands and knees, then did her proper doggy-style. My balls spanked her ass, and she wailed with ecstasy. I couldn’t tell when she was coming anymore. It was like she was having one long climax.

Suddenly, she found her voice and exclaimed, “Terry! Terry! Fuck me, Terry!”

“Take my cock, Terry! Take it all the way!” I demanded.

Her name. My name. Our name. Like a magically erotic game.

Her knees gave out, and she sprawled out on the mattress. But she wasn’t done. She turned over onto her back, reached up to grab my cock and jerked it with authority.

“Come all over me, Terry! Spray me!”

With two or three expert pumps, she finally got my cock to erupt with spunk. I shot a huge load on her belly, tits and face. She moaned my name, and I called out hers in return. Perfection.