Ask What She Is Doing

“What are you doing? Who was that guy?” I asked her. My eyes were locked firmly on the wall. She still had nothing on below her waist, and her thighs were slick with slowly dripping fluid.

She shrugged. “I dunno. Some guy I guess.”

“W-what?” I stammered.

She got closer to me. I could feel the heat coming off of her. Then she pushed me up against the wall. and I could feel the squishy, wet sensation of her legs pressing against mine.

“Don’t worry about that now, cupcake. You know you have really pretty skin? It feels so smooth and soft... its doing things to me.”

She stared at me with a strange look in her eyes, and I felt her nails once again digging into my skin. I struggled a bit, but I felt strangely hazy. I could barely will my body to move.

“Hold still baby, I promise this will feel wonderful!” She said, practically drooling.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and I realized a second later that she had bitten me. Her teeth were sharp too. I felt dizzy...