Dance with her

With the music so loud, it might be hard to talk. Grace is so shy, it’s hard anyway, so… maybe we could dance together?

I looked over her, swaying just a little. Grace rarely drank; this might have been the first party she’d been to all year. Was she feeling it? Would she dance with me, if I encouraged her?

“Hey…”

I started, with a comforting smile, a world away from how sadistic I’d been with that guy, and how sadistic Jessica normally was with Grace.

“… do you want to dance with me? I promise it’ll be fun.”

I slipped in beside her against the wall, faces and bodies close. The pulse of the beat could be felt just a little, vibrating through my ass as I supported myself with it. Grace turned a little, some multi-coloring light rays catching in her big dark eyes, making them seem like they contained every color, at least for a moment.

“I… I’m not really a dancer…”

“You don’t have to be. It’s not about matching a certain number of steps, or getting it perfect. It’s just about feeling the music, and having fun.”

I smiled again, Jessica’s perfect white teeth no doubt looking pretty, although the kind and supportive tone of her voice, and this smile, without cruelty, were totally alien coming from this face.

“I don’t know…”

“Take a look out there.”

I gestured a little with my head, and Grace’s eyes followed. The “dancefloor”, which was really just the kitchen floor, was filled with a variety of people, none of whom could be said to be dancing well. It was at that strange stage of the night where everyone’s inebriation makes the world seem much smaller, and almost hyper-focused; a small room could seem massive, as you were lost to everything but your most immediate surroundings. In a state like this, a trip from one side of the room to the other could take thirty minutes, and when you looked back you’d see you really just traveled fifteen steps in as many seconds.

Naturally, this meant people were barely concerned with how they looked. Men and women were finding solace in each other’s arms, while others moved hypnotically to the beat. There was a pair of guys making out in the corner, students who had never been able to explore their identities in their hometowns realizing fantasies fresh at college, while others rolled “cigarettes” on the counter, ready to smoke and relax on the roof, taking in the beautiful view.

“They don’t seem to be too judgy of how people are dancing. C’mon, I’ll be with you every step of the way. Let me show you a good time tonight.”

I whispered the last part into her ear, seeing her start to blush. Jessica’s voice could sound so attractive and tempting when it was used right.

Mhmm, I make a much better Jessica than the original…

“O-okay… let’s dance.”

Grace seemed so unsure, but her willingness to try something so outside of her comfort zone was so endearing. I slipped my fingers around hers as our hands intertwined, whispering once more;

“You won’t regret it!”

Before I pulled her into the dance floor with me.

The playlist had changed from the earlier trap music to a selection of house classics, reminiscent of what would have played on the white gold sands of Ibiza’s beaches in the 90s. I closed my eyes as I got into the groove, letting the music move through me. As myself, I’d always been a bad dancer, not quite sure where to put my arms and legs. Jessica however, had always been physically gifted, and I was finding dancing was another thing that just came naturally now I was wearing her skin. I ran my fingers up my body, an easy going sensuality suffusing my movements, as I started feeling a high build all over my body.

Jessica was just built to move, I feel amazing, like I could dance all night…

Eyes found themselves to me, lost in the seductive performance I was putting on. A shiver of excitement chilled through me thinking of them watching me, loving how confident I felt, and how free to perform the most sultry, feminine dance moves and have them match the body I was in.

One pair of eyes that was on me was Grace’s, and I could see her looking at me with an attraction I couldn’t ignore.

So cuuuttteeee, I guess she really is attracted to me in Jessica’s skin… exactly what I wanted to see.

I met her gaze as I pulled closer to her, sliding around behind her and leaning in close to her ear.

“Want me to show you how to move like me? I think you would look really good like that…”

She nodded kinda enthusiastically, blushing at hearing my voice so close to her ears. My body pressed against hers from behind as I enjoyed the sensations of my latex bound breasts mushing into her back, arms tracing along behind hers as I started moving her limbs, guiding them just a little like a puppet master, pulling her strings.

“Just let your arms flow like this…”

Grace followed my movements as I pulled her arms, and didn’t stop me as I ran both our fingers up her midriff, over her breasts and up to the sky. Little goosebumps appeared on her neck, when we moved like that…

She’s loving it…

I did the same but with her thighs now, seeing her little excited shivers increase as our fingertips grazed across her inner thighs.

I could feel her breathing deeply as her back rubbed against me, our body heat getting higher as we moved together.

“Hey… I think you’re a natural at this…”

She tried to talk, but what came out was just some nervous noises. Even with the nerves though, it was clear Grace was enjoying herself, maybe more than she had all year. I giggled a little, as I thought

Mhmmmm, she’s soooo cute…

Before sliding around to her front, making sure our bodies dragged along each other’s. It seemed my little “lessons” had actually helped her; she was moving to the groove now, losing herself in the moment. She even had warm smile on her face, the dancing, the music, the times we’d shared together tonight, taking her far away from all her normal anxieties.

My heart was melting a little as I watched her, my own body dancing along with her, totally in sync. I lost track of time as we danced like that, the tunes blending into one another, time stretching. It didn’t matter how long we stayed like that, as long as we were together, we were happy.

Then, all at once, it seemed the house tracks had shifted away to another genre of song to fit how the night was changing; romantic classics.

“Ahh!”

Grace squeaked it out, surprised and just a little panicked by how the vibe had changed, but it just caused me to laugh.

“You’re adorable, Grace!”

She looked at me, blushing some more even under the multi-coloured party lights.

“And, can I have this dance?”

I extended my hands as I acted the part of the gentleman, putting on a deep voice just to sell it. Inside, I was laughing at the irony of having to go out of my way to act like a guy, while being accepted by everyone as a girl, so unaware that Jessica’s body had been hijacked and deep inside her my male body still existed.

She took my hand as I pulled her in close, letting the slow guitar and lyrics about spending a life together fill the air. Even while inside Jessica, I was taller than Grace, and so found myself fantasizing that I was dancing with her as myself.

I can’t tell if it would be more romantic to dance with her as me, or it’s hotter doing it in Jessica’s skin…

Either way, my heart felt so full as we swayed together, faces getting close as the tension got higher. All around us where they’d been couples grinding before, now they had fun slow-dancing, some of them very genuinely, others for just a little fun.

But I knew we were the real stars of the show; two beautiful girls dancing, faces close. One, the picture of a good girl, cardigan and a schoolgirl skirt. The other a true bad girl, in a black latex dress with glossy red lipstick.

As we danced more and more, I felt the feeling in my heart get ever closer to overflowing. Grace’s eyes drifted to my lips as she bit her own, and maybe it was a skinwalker thing, but if I really focused I could feel her heartbeat through her hands, pulse racing with nerves and excitement. She was so close… and I could feel the climax of the song coming…