Take Antonio home

We broke from the kiss, a certain star-struck gaze in Antonio’s eyes as I flashed Rachel’s “fuck me” eyes at him. From how hard he felt down below, pressing into me, I knew I was having a powerful effect on him.

Mhmm… this is was too fun.

I could feel my ego inflating, that sense of power, the rich, dopamine dappled sensation of being desired acting as a gooey, confident warmth at my very core. Knowing I was being desired as a hot girl, as a gorgeous woman, the kind of babe guys would have one night with and dream about for the rest of their lives… honestly, it was way too addictive.

“Rachelll, oh my God!”

I could hear Heather squeal a little, the tone of her voice showing excitement for me, although when I turned to her I could also sense a little jealously too. Something about the look in her eye, the way her lip twitched just a little…

Maybe it was my skinwalker side, it’s greater sensitivity to those smaller emotional tells in a person, but I really felt like I could see her envy.

Eheheh, welllll Heather… looks like I’m not the only one feeling jealous.

Sadistically enough, feeling like I’d gotten her envious only served to make me feel better, a twisted kind of acknowledgment that the “friendship” between Rachel and Heather had more than a few notes of deeper attraction than just platonic.

Even if we both were kissing guys a moment ago…

The pink haired girl rushed forward into my space, her body pressing against mine as I felt her warm breath in my ear, having to get so close to be heard over the pulsing cacophony of the music.

“You’re so confident, pulling a guy out of thin air like that…”

“Mhmm, maybe I was feeling a little jealous. You have Gareth, and I’m all on my lonesome…”

“R-really?”

“Ehehe, no but really, I’m happy for you. What do you think of my guy? His name’s Antonio.”

“He’s really cute… well, I guueessss you can give me the details tomorrow. But seriously, I want to hear everything, okay!”

I just rolled my eyes, but with a smile. It was a time honored tradition for girl bestfriends to share all the juicy details, after all.

“Okay, okay! Although, getting so close to me… Gareth might get a little jealous~”

“So let him. You’re always going to be my number one, Rachel.”

My heart couldn’t help but melt a little, the genuine appreciation on Heather’s face just highlighting the certainty with which she’s said that.

“Awww, Heather…”

I pulled her into a tight hug, my slender arms pulling her curvy body tight to mine as I enjoyed the feeling of our breasts smushing together.

Heather really seems to be a great friend… you’re lucky Rachel…

Breaking apart and saying our goodbyes for the evening, Heather gave a cute little wave as Gareth and her departed, leaving me to turn back to Antonio.

“Was that your friend? She was cute.”

He asked me, relaxed and confident. I suppose just as much as a boon to my own ego, being pulled by a gorgeous goth girl must have felt more than amazing for him too.

“Mhmm, cuter than me?”

I tapped my cheek with a pout, such a fun exaggerated pose, and watched Antonio try to keep it together as he panicked just a little.

“Oh, no, no, of course not! I mean, you’re so beautiful, and I’ve always been more of a Raven guy than a Starfire guy, and-”

I just rolled my eyes with a giggle as I pulled him close to me.

“Shut up and kiss me, idiot.”

I fumbled a little with the keys, feeling Antonio’s arms wrap around my waist and pull me against his pelvis. I couldn’t stop smiling as I started grinding my ass against him, his rock hard cock standing to attention and making me even wetter at the suggestion of how we’d be spending the night.

“Annnddd, got it.”

The key finally slid into the lock, as I opened the door and lead him inside.

“Welcome, to my humble abode.”

I mock bowed, my long hair framing my vision as I did so, another pleasurable, sensual little reminder of the body I was in, only to moan as Antonio swooped in and kissed me again. We both stumbled, bumping against the wall, tongues trading saliva as I felt his strong body press mine against the wall.

That feeling of being pressed in, that pressure, the confident way he kissed me… it was all getting me so, so horny. I felt it in the weakness in my knees, in the needy, hot wet pulsing between my legs, that heat in my lower abdomen. Getting horny as a guy was almost like a hazy confusion as all the blood seemed to drain out of the rest of the body into the dick, such a focused feeling, but being horny as a girl was a much more spread out sensation, and I couldn't help but enjoy it far more.

We broke the kiss, trading hazy glances as I took in his face, his strong jawline and attractive tan. His bone structure was so masculine, why was I into it now? Maybe it was the hormones, all the estrogen pumping around my body. Isn’t it only natural for a woman’s body to crave a guy? Maybe it was the freedom Rachel’s sexuality offered me. She was proudly and explicitly bi-sexual, having a history of sex with both guys and girls. Being her felt so liberating in a way, a certain hedonistic freedom offered to every repressed thought I’d ever had.

Wrapped up tight in the freely offered skin of the goth girl, I could take everything of hers. Of course, her sexuality was just another perk of being her, of feeling her pleasure, of gasping in her voice as I…

I shook my head, again enjoying the tactile feeling of the long, midnight blue hair flowing down my back, disturbed by my movement.

“Hey, let me get us a water bottle, okay? Important to stay hydrated after tonight. My room is just up the stairs, at the far end of the hall. You can’t miss it, it’s got a giant bat on the door.”

“You really are a creature of the night.”

He laughed low, considerate of my flatmates, and I just rested my palm on his chest.

“Mhmm, a lot more than you’d know, actually… Go on now. I’ll be up in a minute.”

He nodded and headed up, trying to tip toe but being helpless to the creaking that infested random spots of the floor.

Typical old student house, huh?

I shook my head with a smile as I walked into the kitchen, opening the door to light that made me wince and cover my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Even more surprising, I could hear a faint chuckle as the question was posed.

Who… who could be up at this time?

My brain scrambled around Rachel’s ransacked memories, trying to identify who it might be through process of elimination, but ultimately being too soaked in the dopamine from all the sex and **** to really think too hard about anything.

“Honestly Rachel, you practically hissed seeing the light there. Are you such you’re not actually a vampire?”

Now that I’d had a little longer to acclimatize, a little longer not to be shocked, it was clear who the voice belonged to. Obvious who was here at this time, and even more clear why as my eyes adjusted to take him in.

The guy who’d started all of this tonight. The guy I’d come here in the first place to see.

Sitting at the table was my best friend, Jimmy.