Rachel's response

I trudged in silence away from my afternoon class, the dull overcast sky above reflecting my own hazy feelings. A few days had passed since I’d bolted from Rachel’s room, abandoning her to the morning after riding her body hard.

I knew she’d be spending the day recovering, that strange mix of the comedown from her rave escapades mixed with the latent euphoria of her afterglow. An evening of passionate, **** up sex would do that to anyone. An awkward look passed across my face as I felt my cock strain against the denim of my jeans; even imagining being Rachel, feeling the slightly sore, used pulse from between my legs after being filled all night… it was way too arousing.

Even still, not hearing from her had served as a grim reminder that I probably had gone way too far. It wasn’t as if my anxiety driven cowardice fleeing the scene had been unwarranted; Even with her fetish, I’d pushed things pretty far inside her skin.

I couldn’t help it… I just felt way, way too good as her…

My thoughts dripped temptation, that side of me no doubt thoroughly under the sway of my skinwalker powers plying me with sweet memories and horny dreams of everything I wanted to do inside her again.

If I even get another chance…

At least my skinwalker side hadn’t bothered me too much since I’d been Rachel. It seemed most of the awful side effects: the crippling cold, the nightmares, that almost hunger to wear another’s soul that couldn’t quite be articulated till you felt it, it seemed they’d been put on pause for the time being. I knew they’d merely been sated, and it wasn’t like they’d disappeared forever.

I guess I have a little time to just be normal now…

I looked around at the other students, wandering about campus. University always had a wide variety of ages and lifestyles all attracted here, even if the median was relatively young. People of every creed and color wandered, experimenting with different fashions, mingling with people they never would have been able to in their hometowns. College was a time to experiment, and try being someone new.

Just, in my case, “someone new” is all too literal…

Pausing and settling on a bench, I leaned back, staring at the sky for a moment, before returning to my people watching. Glancing at the tattooed barista girl chatting with her friends as she walked home from her shift in one of the campus coffee bars, I idly found myself wondering how it would feel getting inside her skin.

Feeling my arm, finding a sleeve of faded ink flowers, skulls and spiders there. Shuffling out of my uniform, finding other little treasures, tattoos a looted soul told me stories of, like the best tour guide. Kissing her girlfriend, or boyfriend, or whoever, tasting the pleasure of their body while they have no idea their loved one had become my perfect puppet, my vessel…

A harsh vibration on my thigh stirred me from my accidental lustful reverie, a message coming through on my phone. I hurried to take it out of my pocket, concern over who might be texting me driving me to unlock it ASAP.

It’s maybe a little pathetic just how enthusiastic I am to be getting a message here… am I really that unpopular?

I laughed at my internal musings, but really I was anxious. I hadn’t heard from Jimmy since I’d told him my dark secret; and although he took it better than could maybe be expected, I couldn’t help but be concerned too. I’d tried telling myself it was only natural; that anyone would take a few days to get a handle on something like that. But even then, it was still concerning.

The message was from Rachel. My eyes widened, subconsciously appreciating the little bat and vampire girl emoji she’d added beside her name, while even still my heartbeat began racing. I tried to push down my anxiety, all my fears. My fingertip paused over the text icon, hovering as I tried to build up the nerve to press down.

I mean… if I had enough nerve to creampie her best friend before getting creampied as her later, I think I can open a text from her.

I couldn’t resist laughing as that dose of reality rang out in my head. Of course I could do this. I opened the message, pausing and raising an eyebrow as I took in what was there. A video message…?

“Ohhh- ahh, oh f-fuck…!”

My face went bright red as my phone’s tinny speakers relayed the audio of Rachel fucking herself with a dildo, before I raced to pause the video to stop the disgusted stares from passers by.

“Is he really watching porn on campus?”

“Outdoors like that? So shameless…”

“Christ, what a hopeless pervert…”

“He’s definitely going to fail No Nut November next month…”

This was one time I wasn’t grateful my hearing had been enhanced by my skinwalker side, as I fumbled to get my earphones out and spare myself any more embarrassment. I fished my earphones out of my pocket, connecting them to my phone as I sheepishly angled the screen so it was harder for the random passers-by to get a glimpse of the screen.

Hitting play on the video again immediately had me hard, as I shifted awkwardly on the bench to try and ease even a little tension. The sound of Rachel’s moans filled my ears as on the screen she writhed on her dildo in bed, squirming from the pleasure, make-up a little messy. I had no idea how long she’d been pleasing herself, but it was clear she’d started recording once she was deep in her pleasure.

The squelching sound, the breathless panting and the moans of erotic joy mixed with the pain from being overwhelmed, her pale, slender body showing every inch of its **** skin. All of it would drive any guy wild, but it was just made a thousand times hotter by what she’d written underneath the video.

“This would be soo much hotter if it was you inside my skin doing this…”

Holy fuck.

My eyes were wide as my heartbeat shot through the roof. It just got faster as the typing bubbles rose up from the bottom of the screen; Rachel was just on the other side of the screen, writing right now. If that video had been taken and sent immediately, she probably still had that dildo inside her snatch, pressing her walls apart as she typed. Memories of how good it felt to be filled, that pressure pushing deep within an intimate place a guy was never meant to experience, all that feminine pleasure, assaulted my mind.

“Come over Alex… it’s so cold and lonely without you in me. Don’t you wanna wear your favorite outfit? You looked so good as me… I need you inside me…”

My mouth felt dry as I tried to swallow, and I just knew I had an expression of astonishment. This was…. Way, way too hot. Before I even knew what I was doing, I was stumbling up, thrusting my phone away in my pocket as I began striding in the direction of Rachel’s house.

My thoughts were racing, trying to work through the cloud of lust that consumed them as my semblance of rational consciousness fought to discern why Rachel had taken days to respond.

Was she… was she maybe so consumed with lust she didn’t even leave her room for a few days? Has she just been locked inside masturbating all this time? Was she nervous to message me, desperately wanting to keep me and worried she might mess it up?

Any one of these ideas served as a massive ego boost for me, while I couldn’t help but feel deep seated attraction work through my whole body at the thoughts.

Gosh… I don’t want to waste even a second. I need to see Rachel, right now.