Be nice 2 her

“Hi Grace!”

Grace looked up, clearly nervous, scared but sadly a little resigned to what was coming next. My heart kind of melted a little, she was acting so cute, and had a real innocence to her that I wanted to protect. My Jessica side was almost screaming out to **** her, but I shrugged it off like a blanket and let my real feelings guide me.

“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 love your outfit, you’re looking really cute.”

I said casually, while pouring some vodka and cokes for the both of us on the counter beside her.

“Huh…?”

She squeaked out, looking confused at how genuine a compliment “Jessica” had given her. I could see her fidgeting with her fingers out of the corner of my eye, still clearly nervous. I extended her one of the drinks and smiled as warmly as I could, which she nervously accepted.

“You’re not usually the party type, huh? I suppose it is harder to avoid a party when it’s in your own kitchen… I’m glad you’re here though.”

I shuffled next to her, the crush of the crowd pushing our arms together so they were touching, and our faces close enough to talk comfortably. I was getting an erotic thrill from feeling the sensation of my plush, latex bound ass cushioning me against the kitchen counter, while my heart was beating faster at being so close to a gorgeous girl like Grace too.

“Well I… well I originally just came in here to get dinner, but then…”

I laughed easily at that, causing her to flinch a little.

“No, no, don’t worry!”

I assured her between laughs,

“It’s just funny, is all. I guess you get automatic popular points, coming out to a party, but no-one needs to know you just wanted to cook something.”

I took a drink, taking from Jessica’s memories so I didn’t smudge my lipstick. Grace did the same, and both of us grimaced slightly as we realized I’d made the drink a little strong. Grace was starting to relax a little, and I wanted to get to know her better. Looking through Jessica’s memories told the story of very surface level bullying between them, with Jessica never bothering or caring to learn any deeper. I hoped the bad blood between them wouldn’t stop Grace from opening up.

“I’m hoping I can make some new friends actually. I’d kinda hoped I could re-invent myself a little at college, but so far I don’t think it’s happened.”

I felt a little sleazy, using such a textbook manipulation, but from the hopeful expression that dashed across Grace’s face as I said that I could tell it was working. What I’d said hadn’t been a lie technically, as I really had wanted that, it just went completely against the character of the girl whose skin I was wearing.

“Me… me too.”

She started, looking like she wasn’t sure if she should go on. We both turned to look at each other and found our faces closer together than I had expected, Grace’s eyes hovering over my glossy red lips before meeting mine, an almost spark passing between us. I could feel a now more familiar warmth start in my lower body, as something about the intimacy we were sharing started getting me horny.

“I’m interested… if you want to tell me.”

I looked deep into her eyes, hoping that that a part of the Alex who really cared could be seen behind Jessica’s sea green eyes.