... the guy...

Still milling though the crowd, I thought about that guy, that hungry yet alluring stare, and started pushing through the party goers to get to him. I could feel the stray arms and bodies rub against mine as I did so, Lisa’s sensitive skin feeling good even from brushing through these strangers. I wondered how it would feel to have sex like this? To slip out of this dress and feel strong hands cupping my breasts as I rode a strong, girthy dick, crying out in Lisa’s voice while I was filled, held up against a wall and shown ecstasy again and again. I could feel my lower body heat up as my pussy started getting wet.

I was grateful for the anonymity the crowd gave me now, my face heating up in a blush. I’d been so busy since this morning I hadn’t even had time to touch myself, and thoughts of the unique pleasure this female form could give me never went far from my mind. Could I jump straight to sex from nothing? It would probably feel so overwhelming…

My thoughts were interrupted by the blast of one of the most popular songs right now, a powerful trap song that immediately got the crowd hyped and jumping just when I was caught in the middle. I was jostled around, unable to get further towards the kitchen while people started jumping. I’d been so close! Frustration came over me at me as the crowd had a great time, actually starting to get kinda rough with their jumping and shoving. It reminded me of how I was more fragile now that I was a girl, and I was almost getting a little scared.

Something warm wrapped around my hand as I felt a pull, stumbling and falling to be met with more warmth, my face resting against a well-toned chest.

“You looked like you needed a hand.”

A warm, deep voice resonated, and I looked up to see the same guy I’d been walking towards, our faces close as our hands were joined.

“Oh… thank you.”

Up close, I really noticed the height difference now that I was 5’7. He must have been 6’1 or maybe even 6’2, so he seemed to tower over me.

“I’m Trent. And you?”

“Oh, ummm A—”

I just stopped myself saying my real name out loud. I really had to be careful about that.

“I’m Lisa.”

I gave a warm smile, looking over his features. If I’d met him a few days ago, I probably wouldn’t have noticed much about him, but now I couldn’t help but feel my knees weaken a little by being this close to him.

“So, Lisa, what are you drinking? As you can see, we have a whole bar to play with.”

He gestured at the kitchen counters, filled with every kind of booze brought by the party-goers. I wasn’t sure what anything would taste like on Lisa’s tongue, and I purposefully didn’t peek at her memories to find out. I wanted to discover the old fashioned way.

“Hmm, I guess something new.”

I mused, still uncertain. Trent seemed to pick up on it.

“You know, I think I have just the thing.”

He started moving around, deftly picking up bottles I didn’t recognize and mixing them together. At one point he even produced a shaker, moving naturally, like he’d done this all his life. He must have either done a cocktail making course or been a very experimental alcoholic.

After a short time, he was finished, producing a yellow drink that looked a little like hazy sunshine in a glass.

“One crystal colada, finished.”

It was tropical tasting and refreshing, with enough of a smooth kick to punch just the right buttons. I was surprised at how good it tasted, turning to him with a question on my lips,

“I worked as a bartender for six months.”

He laughed, probably used to it after a display like this.

“Why’d you ever quit? This is delicious”

He thought about it for a moment,

“Well… I suppose I like this idea of trying new things. I think life should be experienced as much as possible, so I moved on from bar-tending and decided to pursue something else.”

“And what did you move onto then?”

I was actually starting to get interested in this guy beyond just my newfound physical attraction to him.

“I wanted to get more into acting. For the longest time I’ve known it’s my life’s real direction.”

“Have you been in anything I might have seen?”

I was half asking, and half teasing.

“Why? Gonna look up my IMDB page?”

We both laughed, before I replied;

“So, there might be a chance you get famous sometime. Maybe I should hang onto you.”

At that, I gave him a look, which I hoped came across as a little suggestive. From his light, surprised blush, I think it had its intended effect.

“So, what about you?”

He switched pace, directing the questions back onto me. I leaned back against the counter, enjoying how cushioned my plush ass made it for me.

“I’m studying to be a doctor. All my life I’ve wanted to help people, and if I can help them while making my family overjoyed that makes me happier than anything.”

Trent had a look of respect on his face, and seemed a little impressed that I was a medicine student. Outwardly I had an innocent, contemplative smile on my face, but inwardly I was full of a fiendish excitement, as I pilfered Lisa’s wholesome motivations and memories and used them to impersonate her. Trent had no idea I was actually a guy with mediocre grades who had come to college purely because I was always told that was what people had to do to get a good job, instead he thought he was making a connection with the beautiful and intelligent doctor to be, Lisa. The difference between expectation and reality was filling me with a giddy, evil glee, the kind a sadist feels while teasing a partner.

“That’s really impressive, your family must be really proud.”

He replied, earnestly. His straightforwardness was actually making me blush a little.

“Ah ha ha well, I really just try my best.”

I felt a little meek now, what was going on with me?

“Anyway, I figure I should make an attempt at making a cocktail for you now. Fair is fair, right?”

“Oh? Well, be my guest then.”

Trent seemed both amused and touched by that.

Surveying the amount of drinks options, I was suddenly struck by the knowledge that I didn’t know how to make any cocktails, and Lisa didn’t either. I moved over to the corner and tried to stealthily take out her iphone to check online, and threw together an amateurish long island ice tea.

“It’s not bad!”

Trent declared, trying it and failing to hide a slight grimace.

“Hmph, really? Are you sure you’re not just saying that?”

I pouted, the expression looking adorable on my pretty face.

“Okay, okay, fine, you got me!”

He laughed as I pouted more huffily.

“You’ll get better with time though, I promise! Here, let me show you. Go to make it again.”

I turned back to my makeshift cocktail preparation station, and moved my hand to begin making another long island iced tea. As I reached out for the first bottle though, I felt something at my back, as he came up behind me, tracing his arms along mine, hands behind, mirroring my movements.

“Let me demonstrate.”

He started guiding my hands, like I was under his control as I made the cocktail. The whole time I was distracted by the feeling of his warm body pressing into my back, my heart beating a little quickly. We’d been so close the whole time we were talking, and now there was just the thin fabric of our clothes separating our bodies from one another. I wanted to shed those clothes more than anything right now.

“Annnnd done!”

Trent proudly announced, our joint efforts giving rise to a slightly better-looking long Island ice tea.

“Here you go, a special totally made all by myself with no help from anyone.”

I grinned as I extended it out for him. He took it from me and drank half of it, my eyes widening a little at how he chugged it down. From the measurements we just put in it, that cocktail wasn’t weak.

“Now, your turn”

He extended the other half to me.

“Oh no, I was making that for you to make up for my last attempt!"

“Hmm nope, we made it together, we drink it together. I don’t make the rules.”

“Fiinnneee”

I pretended to annoyed as I drank it down, slower than Trent had but still at a respectable pace. From what I could see out of the corner of my eyes, he seemed impressed. Even I was a little surprised actually, I wasn’t the most impressive drinker normally and Lisa wasn’t either, thinking about it, but right now I was feeling too good to get overly worried about how much I was drinking.

“Oh, you’ve got a drop there.”

“Hmm…?”

I started, as he got closer and reached out with a thumb, wiping a drop off my lip. His touch lingered there for a moment as we looked each other in the eyes, an intensity in both of us as we stared.