“I think… I was finishing dinner”

I smiled, the idea of carrying on with Jessica’s day just as she had filling me with perverse glee. I slid her sweatpants up her toned thighs, hiding her now wet panties, the sensation of putting on her skinsuit invariably working up my female arousal.

A short trip back to my bedroom and I’d dumped my male clothes there, removing the last piece of evidence that there’d been any struggle at all, before I finished the preparations Jessica had been making to eat.

She was having chicken tagliatelle; a meal that was tasty, filling and most importantly, could be prepared handily on a student budget. Well, not that Jessica ever had to worry too much about that anyway; her memories told me her parents weren’t afraid to pay for nearly everything, always spoiling their “perfect princess”.

The chicken had been grilled just right, if it was slightly colder after the interruption of what had happened to Jessica, and the pasta tasted great too. I slurped it up, long strands slipping through Jessica’s soft lips, a tactile sensation I couldn't help but enjoy in the perviest way. I bit one of its strands too early, and let the oily noodle fall on the top of Jessica’s breast, giggling a little at how it felt having something so slimy land on my exposed skin.

That was a little immature… but it does feel good.

I cleaned the skin up with a paper-towel as I finished eating, abandoning Jessica’s dishes beside the sink for the real her to finish up once I’d left her skin again, before entering her room. It looked much the same as before, the same colors and aesthetic choices, but after everything I'd done here I couldn't help but view it on a deeper level than before.

“So many memories here…”

I big smile crept onto my stolen face as I threw myself down into her red and white sheets, rolling around in their soft layers and breathing deeply her scent.

Masturbating again and again, having sex with Mike, then finally dominating Jessica while I wore Grace… this room is so special for me now.

I cooed as I shimmied out of the sweatpants and kicked them onto the floor, enjoying feeling her bare skin move against the covers, and especially the sight of Jessica’s body clad only in a sportsbra and wet red panties, from her own point of view.

Mhmm… to think, a view like this would have only been a dream before starting here, and now this is my body, whenever I want it…

My fingers found their way to my midriff, tracing the smooth skin, one hand up to my left breast, the other down under the panty line. A small moan, like a release of tension I didn’t know I’d been holding, escaped my lips with the first squeeze of the tits on my chest, before an electrical spark seemed to restart as those pink nipples were grazed, their surface hardening.

The spark exploded out, its voltage ratcheting higher exponentially as my other fingers slipped ever so slightly into my lower lips, the rich sensation of their folds spreading and the slightly disgusting, yet gloriously carnal feeling of Jessica’s hot love juices slipping out teasing my lust ever higher.

Heartbeat hammering in my chest, pupils lightly dilated, I pulled both hands back suddenly. I really, really wanted to touch myself, but… I had a better idea.

A feral grin took to my looted features as I opened Jessica’s phone, the facial sensors seeing no difference between me and the original girl as they gave me total access to her digital life. Opening her Snapchat, I found she seemed to have quite a few streaks with different people, including several guys. The longest was Mike, and it was him I decided to message too.

Still though… nice to know there’s some options for future…

It was easy taking a suggestive picture inside Jessica; her body oozed sex appeal, while wearing her personality let me know exactly how to maximize it. I arched her back, letting the curve of her body be seen, tits at the forefront, displaying her "fuck me" eyes in a way that maximized their natural potential for smouldering seduction.

I almost laughed once I'd taken the picture; it was the closest thing I could get to taking a nude while still having my clothes on. Still though... I found myself blushing as I tried viewing it totally through my male side. Such perfect facial symmetry, smooth perfect skin and facial structure that was the picture of pretty. Jessica was way too sexy... if it wasn't for her cruel personality, it would be easy to fall for a girl like this. I know if I'd been sent this picture from someone I'd been seeing, it would have driven me wild. I could feel the wet heat at my entrance burn with attraction as I stared at her face and her tits... my face, and my tits... Knowing this was my face now... The giddy euphoria I felt looking like this was almost too much. I was way too attracted to the skin I was in.

Shaking off my thoughts, I captioned the picture;

“Hey… wanna watch a movie tonight?”

I didn't have to wait long to get what I wanted; Mike opened the snap within seconds, before replying almost as fast that he’d be here in ten minutes.

I lay back and giggled a little, thinking;

Am “I” really so appealing? He’s so keen…

It felt nice to be wanted like that, to have people crave you so openly. A strange jumble of pride, power and envy tumbled together in my head; I was jealous of Jessica for getting to feel desired so naturally, but the other emotions overpowered that pettiness with the vicious truth that now that I was a skinwalker, Jessica’s skin and all it’s perks were mine to enjoy.

I walked shamelessly out into the hallway to buzz Mike in, a little disappointed none of my flatmates got to see Jessica’s nearly naked body, but Mike’s reaction more than gave me satisfaction when he did, coming through the apartments door and almost stopping in his tracks as he took in my body.

“Jessica… woah.”

Hunger infused his whole demeanor, with enough hits of love to give me the impression he was really starting to fall for Jessica. As he paused for a moment at the apartments entrance staring me up and down, I couldn't help but feel the urge to mount him then and there.

I could tell from Jessica's memories that Mike didn't used to be like this, things didn't used to be quite so unbalanced. When they'd first started it was almost a true relationship of convenience; both found the other hot, but neither was necessarily looking for love. Now though, it seemed like love was starting ever so slightly to wear down Mike, or at least that was what Jessica suspected. The almost adoring way he looked at me gave me such a rush, like I was a goddess to be venerated. Looking like this, I could almost believe it.

I wonder when he started...? Oh...!!

Scanning her memories... I turned away a little, obscuring a sudden blush. This had all started after the night he'd seen her in the latex dress, after they had sex at the party. A guilty, embarrassed pleasure started dripping down in my heart, as I thought about it... so... it wasn't Jessica who'd started him falling, although it was her sexy body that was the key. Rather it was me inside her who'd started it. One night with me in her skin was enough...

“Hurry up, stupid. This movie isn’t going to watch itself.”

I stuck my tongue out as I teased him, caught between wanting to escape my thoughts, and wanting to fuck him right now as a thank you for his feelings, my ego finding true love in the attention and the implication of everything I'd just realized. I let him into Jessica’s room and slid into her bed, gesturing that he should join me. He hurried to get off his shoes and skinny tracksuit pants as he slid beside me in just boxers and his tank top, before even taking that off so his bare chest was pressing against my back.

Holy shit, what am I doing…

My heartbeat was moving fast in my chest as I found myself acutely aware of every centimeter of our skin pressing together, the heat from our bodies impossible to ignore. The first time we’d had sex, I was drunk and running off the lewd rush of my mind control lesbianism with Grace and the high that came from just being Jessica in a latex dress at that party. Now both of us were totally sober, bodies pressed up against each other under the sheets, and he was here under my invitation… there was more of an intentionality about it, and much less room to blame anything other than premeditated desire.

“Let’s try… this one.”

I clicked the remote to pick the new horror film on Netflix everyone had been talking about, something about a shapeshifting monster on a college campus. I figured it would be typical pulp; jumpscares and attractive actors meeting grisly ends, but it seemed a little appropriate given the situation.

As the movie started with a blonde girl and a guy making out in a car overlooking the city at night, I could tell neither one of us was really thinking about the film. The first five minutes rolled by, and then the first ten, heartbeats running fast as tension descended on us. Almost at once, I felt his arm move around my midriff, pulling me closer to him, while I started grinding my ass against him.

I knew what I wanted. Jessica's fuckbuddy was just another perk that came with her skin, an extra treat for wearing such a sexy girl. We didn’t need words; Jessica and Mike had fucked plenty of times before, and there was the unspoken understanding of why we were here. I felt my pussy burn with wet heat as he slipped my panties off, my own hands snaking into his boxers and feeling his thick cock, bringing the heat of a blush to my cheeks.

His cock felt so girthy, bigger than I'd even realized the first time we'd fucked. Had I really taken it all inside me...? I found myself thinking;

What am I doing??

This should feel so gay, but instead all I felt was lust and power as I played the role of the seductive girl who could get laid within minutes at her beck and call. Inside, I slipped my own personality inside Jessica’s, wearing it totally just as I’d worn her skin, taking every inch of her female sexuality and experience to use. I couldn't deny how much of a forbidden thrill it was to play the girl's role in the bedroom, or the ecstasy sex as Jessica made me feel.

Unable to resist any longer, I pulled off Mike’s boxers as my other hand guided his cock to my entrance, before working it inside my pussy. He didn’t need any other signal, and thrust himself deep as I moaned suddenly, before flipping me onto my belly as all pretense of watching the movie was abandoned.

I arched my back as he second stroke came in deep, sticking my ass and pussy into the air so he had a better angle for his thrusts. I could hear him grunt, struggling a little not to bust so soon, and it gave me a strange, warped satisfaction knowing my pussy was having such a strong effect on him.

“Harder, eughhhh~”

I moaned into the pillows as I felt him grip my thighs, thrusting harder as we got into a motion. I worked myself along the shaft too, both our movements tooling our pleasures higher.

It feels so intense… so deep inside me, the tight walls pushing apart as I’m filled… urgh I never want it to end!

The huge rush of sex as a girl, the pressure in my pussy, sliding close to my womb, the knowledge that I’d stolen Jessica’s skin again and was using it for my own sexual pleasure, calling her fuckbuddy here and using him for sex under her guise, no suspicion I was really the one inside her… it all came together in a huge female orgasm. My pussy clamped down on his dick and it milked it for all it was worth, as I screamed into the pillow, my girly moans and prayers leaving some of Jessica’s saliva on it as it felt like a dam burst in my head and massive explosions of serotonin and dopamine filled every inch of my body.

Mike couldn’t handle it, the head, the pressure, the budding love he felt for the gorgeous redhead he craved as his girlfriend. He came too, the raw sex overwhelming his cock as his seed spurted all over Jessica’s waiting womb between my legs. He collapsed back onto me as I fell forward too, taking subtle enjoyment in his weight on me as I scrambled through Jessica’s memory and rode out the high from her orgasm.

Oh no… what if I get pregnant in her skin…

It was almost difficult to search through her past with my body so filled with the pleasures of the present, but I found what I needed;

oh, mhmm, thank goodness, she’s on the pill…

A strange mix of gratitude and disappointment filled me, the idea of getting pregnant somehow appealing in the lewdest, most perverted way. Then again, the idea of taking Jessica's pills daily to prevent getting pregnant in her skin carried that same lewd appeal; stealing her routines as I stole her pleasure, proving everything about her was mine.