A very horny Rachel

I paced around outside Rachel’s house, nerves and anticipation sky high. You couldn’t receive a message that stimulating and not feel like a thousand volts of electricity were coursing through you. Even still though, I didn’t want to just walk up and ring the doorbell. After all, things between Jimmy and I could still be described as “Schrödinger’s awkward”; I’d dropped an insane revelation on him, and while he hadn’t turned me into the government, he hadn’t really reached out either.

I knew that he was still mulling things over, and anyone might take a little while after hearing something like “I’m not human anymore! I’m a skinstealing monster!” from their best friend.

Especially with the added awkward layer of finding out the first thing I’d done with my powers is take over my crush’s life and have sex as a girl… There’s maybe a lot to unpack with that too.

All of this added up now to me pacing around the pavement outside of the rundown student house Jimmy and Rachel stayed in, waiting awkwardly for the goth girl to let me inside. She was just as excited as me clearly, as I didn’t have to wait long. A moment later the door popped open, and without a word Rachel grabbed me and pulled me inside.

I had to say, even after wearing them myself and experiencing the privilege of her muscle memory, it was still impressive to see how quickly Rachel could move in those chunky soled demonia boots. I stumbled after her, failing to quite keep up with her speed, caught in the scent of her shampoo as I followed in the wake of her midnight hair.

“R-Rachel, wait up-”

I tried to slow her down, take even a little control of the situation, but before I knew it she’d pulled me into her room, the bat shaped hanger with her name on it clattering against the outside of the door. I took stock of the space for just a moment, appreciating the posters for bands, classic horror movies and her favorite animes littering the walls, and the cobweb design on her bedsheets.

She must have changed them since earlier… no wonder, considering how messy they’d gotten in that video.

Even that brief reminder made me hard again, my cock straining against my jeans as I tried to regain my composure. Now that I was in Rachel’s room again, the same room not long ago I’d taken her body and had sex with a random guy, the memories seemed all the more powerful.

“R-Rachel…”

I started, a little nervous. Even with that electric thrill of excitement coursing through me, I was still just a little unsure.

“… you know, I was really worried, like I thought what if I went too far, or you’d be super uncomfortable, or-”

I started rambling, tripping over my words as I tried to express how I was feeling. Rachel’s eyes never left my face, though there was a level of mirth and hunger there totally at odds with my fears. Before I could go any further, she stepped right into my space and kissed me.

The bullet train of my thoughts instantly derailed as her lips met mine, black lipstick rubbing off even as her tongue entered my mouth. Her arms found the top of my shoulders, pulling me close, as she rubbed herself into me. My eyes were wide for just a moment as my brain flooded with serotonin, before my wits caught up with me and I kissed her back. My hands found her lower back, pulling her body tighter as we kissed.

Time seemed to morph and disappear as we explored each other’s mouths, while what little thoughts I struggled to hold in my head were mainly amazed that a girl as hot as Rachel was into me like this. We broke the kiss, a hungry look in Rachel’s eyes even as my own looked star struck.

“Oh, wow…”

“What? Hehe, I mean, after everything you’ve done in my skin, what’s a kiss, right?”

Rachel was really the furthest thing from bashful as she flirted with me, though I could tell she had her own level of veneration for me now, her own profound need to have me. My thoughts flitted to the time I’d spent wearing her soul, the way she’d been so obsessed with skinwalkers, the way they’d become equal parts midnight fetish and midday fascination for her.

My heart sank lower, just a bit though, as I considered the implications of it all. Some of what I was thinking must have shown on my face, as Rachel raised an eyebrow, her enthusiasm dampened for a moment.

“What is it? What’s wrong, Alex?”

“It’s just…”

I tried to consider how best to address this. I had to say it, to get things straightened out right at the beginning of whatever we were.

“… I’ve been you, and I’ve seen your memories. I have to ask… are you only interested in me since I’m a skinwalker?”

Maybe it was ego that made me want to know, that **** and pathetic need to be liked all people suffer from, to one extent or another. Maybe I wanted to believe, or totally craved knowing, that a girl as hot and interesting and cool as Rachel might actually be interested in me for a reason other that my so recently acquired curse.

Rachel dragged her finger in circles around my chest.

“I won’t pretend it wasn’t what made me interested in you in the first place. I mean, you have to know, before any of this we weren’t really close or anything. I’d only seen you a couple times, and I just knew you were Jimmy’s friend. You dress really normally too, so it wasn’t like there was anything about you that was really attention grabbing from the outset.

And yeah, I know I have a bit of a thing for skinwalkers. Ehehe, I mean, you’ve been me, so you know. Still…”

She seemed to ponder for a while, the sparks of her excitement manifesting in her expression as she leaned in close.

“You left me with the memories of what happened. You let me see all the things you did as me, even when they were risky, or crazy, or slutty. You know… those memories are really intoxicating. Like, yeah, any skinwalker could have worn me, but what would they have done after? I know what you did, Alex. What kind of things you got up to.”

Rachel didn’t even realize it, but she’d gotten closer, her eyes filled with a genuine, twisted affection, a starstruck veneration.

“You did those things Alex. It was all you. The way you teased Heather, dancing with her, feeling her body, having sex with her. And then taking Antonio too, playing every inch the hot goth girl as you wrapped him around your finger. You were enjoying yourself soooo much, weren’t you? You absolutely loved being me.”

Rachel’s voice sounded so attractive, her tone and pitch almost giving ASMR tingles as she spoke to me, the perfect complement to her persuasive, conviction infused words. Everything she was saying she believed totally, as the statements she made matched my own heart exactly.

“Just admit it. You loved every part of it. Sliding inside my skinsuit, feeling it close up as it gave you my body. Touching yourself, getting dressed in my clothes, feeling my panties ride up and the swish of my skirt, the way my long hair brushes against my shoulders. Your shoulders. You were the only Rachel, that was all you.

I know how you felt when people looked at you, guys and girls, desire and jealousy. The thrill of dressing so loud, of being the hot goth girl. How my orgasm felt, how even using your dick was better as me. That memory was particularly crazy actually… Feeling a male orgasm like that, I’ve been masturbating a lot to it.”

Rachel laughed a little sheepishly at that confession, before continuing.

“You need me. Your perfect vessel. Your willing skinsuit. The girl who will do anything for you. And I need you. Oh my God, I really, really need you…”

Her voice was almost choked with desire now as she confessed further, digging her fingers into my shirt and bunching the fabric, her body betraying the strength of her desire.

“Feeling you inside me… knowing how you used me totally, how not even my best friend knew I was replaced by you. How confident and happy and slutty you were as me. It’s so addictive, it’s so hot, it’s such an ego boost, and like the most wild, fucked up rollercoaster.”

She looked up at me, eyes burning, my own heartbeat getting faster. Everything she was saying was like kryptonite to me, weaving its way into my heart.

I can’t believe we’re so…

“We’re perfect for each other.”

Rachel finished what I was thinking, passion and utter belief in her words as my own eyes widened. It was like she’d read my mind.

“It’s not just because you’re a skinwalker. The things you did as me, the pleasure you felt, the way you really, truly loved it. It’s you. You’re the only one who matters. That’s why I’ve been so horny, so pent up, why I haven’t been leaving this room. I’ve been so totally lost in it. It’s not just lust, it’s something deeper.

I want to be more to you. I want to be yours, to do whatever you want with. And most of all, I want you to keep wearing me. No-one else ever could, not like you. Even if every skinwalker in the world were mine to choose, I would want you. I’m yours. Exclusively. And I don’t care what you do in me, as long as you’re enjoying it.”

“God, Rachel… holy hell…”

I fumbled my words, before just kissing her. Even more than the lingering, burnished desire of our first kiss, this one was full of passion, and its own twisted, craving love. It was cathartic and freeing and pure dopamine all at once. We stumbled back and fell onto the bed, hands searching for purchase on our own clothes and each other’s.

It was hard to feel shame or self-conscious, we’d already gotten closer physically than any other couple. We were naked in an instant, warm, bare skin rubbing together, tongues interlocking in each other’s mouths. I felt a cold sensation on my chest, two pinpricks of chill and backed up a little, only to find Rachel giving me a devious grin as she showed off her chest.

Her pale, creamy breasts sat proudly, pink nipples freshly pierced.

“Wow, that’s new…”

She just puffed up with pride, giggling.

“I can’t wait until you get to feel them, I got them for you. I figured you deserved to know how it feels to have pierced titties.”

“You’re such a freak.”

I rolled my eyes, but the affection was all there as I kissed her. I didn’t think anything Rachel could do right now could be tiresome or off-putting; I couldn’t help but feel crazy attracted to her, no matter what. I leaned down and kissed her more, my body on top of hers, gravity pressing her into the bed.

I felt her fingertips trace down my chest, little tactile touches that were so subtly stimulating, before she reached my most masculine place and pulled. I gasped in her mouth, kiss breaking as we breathed into each other, less than an inch apart.

“You know, it’s funny…”

Rachel started, beginning to work the skin up and down the shaft.

“…I have memories of feeling this dick, pushing me apart from the inside, my hands rubbing its surface. I wonder how it feels going inside me from the other side?”

One hand rested on my chest as the other fumbled a little, lining it up at her entrance, sucking air through her teeth as my head ever so slightly parted her lower lips.

“Oh fuck, on my God…”

She moaned it out breathlessly, as I took momentum and inserted myself fully into her. She was so wet, so tight, so utterly aroused. I tried to fight the urge to just bust in her immediately, we were both so turned on. I pulled back, hearing her helpless gasps again, a feeling of power and satisfaction that even this small motion was making her feel so good.

She reached out, our fingers interlocking, before I started building a rhythm, drilling into her. I leaned down and she leaned up to meet me, trading kisses as I worked myself in and out of her. She was so hot, so drenched, almost sticky. Being inside of her was so addictive, I could feel myself becoming hypnotized by each stroke.

Time seemed to blur together as we made love, little gasps, moans, the way her breasts bounced as I worked her body, while inside her walls would grow tighter and work me too. I got rougher, more demanding with the way I moved, and she loved it, eyes narrowing with a devious, evil passion as her legs locked me in tighter and she gave her own strength to the motion.

I couldn’t help it, I was getting close, but Rachel beat me to it. Her arms went around my back, pulling me tight before she squealed, fingernails digging across my back. Her voice came out in an unrepentant squeal, orgasming desperately. Seeing her contort her body like she’d been struck by lightning, her soaked inner walls tightening hard on me and smothering me with their warmth, it was enough to push me over the edge. I sprayed my load all over Rachel’s insides, my lower head feeling the ultimate release as serotonin blasted around my body. Everything felt like a flash of energy, amazing, and totally scintillating, before I collapsed onto Rachel.

Both of us lay there, bodies almost melting into one another in our pleasure, skin growing pleasantly cool as our sweat intermixed. I couldn’t help but think that even if we were so twisted, so kinky, so dirty together; this relationship, or whatever it was, was exactly what I wanted right now.

Exactly what I needed.

“Hey…”

Rachel whispered in my ear, cuddling me.

“… now that you came in me,