Be Cruel

“Hi Gracie!”

I beamed a thousand-watt smile that was a little too bright for what was coming next. Grace looked up at me, a nervous look all over her face.

“Hello Jessica…”

She started quietly, avoiding eye contact. This was probably the closest I’d ever gotten to Grace, as usually she kept her distance from everyone. Being up so close I couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was; Even though she only spoke English, her family was originally from Japan, and it’d given her an exotic flair that only worked hand in hand with her natural beauty to make her a real catch. Her natural black hair and pale, perfect skin made a striking contrast, and as I raked my eyes down the white shirt and cardigan she was wearing I couldn’t help but be captivated by her large breasts almost threatening the integrity of the buttons.

I imagine she’d hoped to leave her wallflower days behind her after coming to college, but had had her confidence immediately crushed by Jessica after getting assigned a student flat with such a natural bully, and this was part of the reason I’d never been this close to her before. The rest of it was that she’d always move away if I’d gotten a little close, but with the wall to her back and the press of people in the kitchen she had nowhere to escape to. I took advantage and moved even closer to her, enjoying how her back pressed up even tighter against the wall.

“Hmm, a cardigan at a college party? Applying to be a librarian, were we?”

Grace looked down at herself, a wavering expression of sadness crossing her face. A perverse, sadistic enjoyment came over me as I wrapped my mind tightly in Jessica’s personality, surrendering to my roleplay as a bitchy, pretty girl making another girl feel like she wasn’t good enough.

“Well, it’s just, I thought…”

She was stumbling over her words now. It was actually kind of cute, but I wasn’t going to let her know I thought that.

“Oh, what was that? I thought I heard a mosquito buzzing. Certainly, it was some kind of worthless, annoying pest.”

I gave a sadistic smirk and stepped even closer to Grace, our faces only being a couple of inches apart now. She looked up, met my eyes for a second, then pulled her gaze down onto my red, glossy lips, and then started looking at her shoes. Had she… blushed for a second there? Was this… turning her on a little?

My Jessica personality reeled at the idea, more confused than anything else, before simple minded sadism became the order of the moment again.

“Sorry Grace, what was that? Did you try to look me in the eye there? I didn’t give you permission to do that, did I? You’re such a stupid little girl.”

We’d grown so close together now our breasts were touching ever so slightly, the differing textures between her woolen cardigan and my slick latex dress feeling surreal on top of the warm, gentle flesh pressing together. I wasn’t expecting to get so turned on berating her like this. If she opened her mouth again to talk I would have to resist the urge to spit in it.

“I’m… I’m sorry Jessica, I… It won’t happen again. It’s just, I only came in here to get food, and I don’t even really like parties, and I…”

She was getting really upset now. My Alex side was feeling a little bad; There was a thrill to bullying her, but knowing she was getting genuinely upset too was making me feel bad. I relented, and stood back, letting her go. She started heading for the exit as fast as she could through the crowd.

But then an idea came to me; perhaps the most twisted idea I’d had yet. My pussy immediately started getting wet thinking about it, and I started following after Grace, winding through the crowd, my excitement growing each time my skin brushed past a stranger.

In the corridor I saw Grace scamper into her room, a confused mess of emotions, and I followed after her, giving a seductive glance to a man walking into the party and feeling a power trip at how wide his eyes got as he looked back to check me out. Perhaps I’d have to go experiment with him later, but right now I only had one target.

I opened the door to her room, finding a room with simple, high quality decorations, lots of greens and healthy earth tones and pictures of family and some friends. It was like the place had been set up with an ethos of the purest, most wholesome love.

Grace sat on the cream sheets of her bed, her face and body language defeated, yet so mixed up there really seemed to be every emotion there. She turned when she saw me come in, a nauseating look of startled dread flashing behind her eyes. I closed the distance before she could stand and pushed down on her chest with my hands, before sitting on her lap facing her.

My body was radiating heat, and my expression was one of taunting lust as I took her face in my hands while I pressed my thighs to either side of her body.

“Jessica..??”

She was looking at me, now with more wonder than anything else. Jessica had never done anything like this with her.

“I couldn’t resist any longer.”

I pulled her in for a surprise kiss, her mouth opening to say something and being interrupted as my tongue filled it. At first she didn’t know what to do, before she began kissing back, slowly at first but then speeding up, greedily exploring the confines of my mouth. My pussy was getting so wet now, and my heart was racing. Something about the kiss, my fetish and this fucked up situation combined to make me feel hornier than ever before, my heart rate increasing while Grace’s hands slipped under my dress and squeezed my tits.

The more this went on, the more a pressure had started in my head, and I began to feel as though something really special was going to happen soon, and had maybe already began.