Grace opens up

The music blasted louder as the new hyped trap song everyone loved came on, whoever had control of the volume turning it up, drowning out what Grace said next. How frustrating! I pushed my ear closer to her, trying to make her out, but being unable to hear. She looked pensive and sad, knowing that her soft voice was no match for the booming speakers.

If I wanted to hear what she’d have to say, I’d need to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed up an empty beer stein from Frank’s cupboard and filled it with vodka and coke, before grabbing Grace’s free hand and pulling her from the party. She seemed surprised by my grip as I guided her out, the eyes of party-goers both curious and lustful running over the bodies of the two gorgeous women making their way hand in hand for the exit; one dressed hyper sexy, the other looking totally innocent.

It was cooler and quieter in the corridor, but this wasn’t where I wanted us to stop, still being so exposed to whoever might enter or leave the party. I took her to the staircase and climbed bringing us out through the roof door.

Our apartment was the third and top story of a student apartment building, surrounded by other, similar student apartment blocks just off the western side of campus. It was an area called the “student village”, even if it was just an enclave nestled in a wider neighborhood of a wider city. The apartment buildings rose up a hill, with the more expensive ones being further back and providing better views over campus and over the city itself, but our block sat firmly in the middle, being just some of the most average student accommodation one could find.

Even being one of the middle apartment blocks though, the roof still had pretty views, and was a popular hangout spot for the building’s denizens. There was some laundry hung out to dry, and well as benches arranged for students to sit; relaxing and smoking as they looked out at the city lights.

Tonight though, it was empty, quiet and cool, with just the faintest breeze. After how hot and loud it’d been in the party, it felt so refreshing getting up here, under a beautiful canvas of stars above.

“Ahh, much better.”

I exclaimed as I breathed deep the cool night air, setting the oversized stein down on the bench as I stretched, holding down the edge of my skirt so I didn’t accidentally flash Grace. I could see a jumbled mix of emotions play out on her unguarded face; She was never the type to develop a poker face, so more often that not a simple glance would tell you how she was feeling.

Tonight it seemed to be relief over being taken from the loud, boisterous party she didn’t feel at home in, and the creeping anxiety and fear that accompanied being alone with the girl who was always so shitty to her. A sad look crossed my own visage, as seeing her look in any way uncomfortable around me brought me down a little, even if I knew she was just reacting to the face I was wearing.

If I want to get her to open up, I need to earn it!

“Sorry about grabbing your hand like that, I just… really wanted to hear what you had to say.”

I started sheepishly, throwing some uncharacteristic bashfulness on Jessica that I knew Grace had never seen.

“Oh, really...?”

She said softly, as I got close to her and held her hands, pulling her over to the bench with the view over the city.

Her hands were warm, and I could feel her pulse moving quickly under her skin. She was nervous. I took a big drink from the Stein, the **** warming me, before offering it to Grace. She hesitated for a moment, before taking a big drink herself.

Of course, it wasn’t mixed very well in my haste, so tasted quite a lot like ****. I could see Grace grimacing.

“So, you don’t usually drink much, huh?”

I asked, sympathetically.

“No, not really. I’m… well I’m not really a party kind of girl.”

Grace replied, nerves making her voice shake a little.

“Hey, that’s okay. I wasn’t either, for a long time. I wasn’t always so confident, you know.”

I said it soothingly, Jessica’s voice able to come across as strangely calming and charming when used like this. I suppose she always was good at manipulating people, so it made sense she’d have range, but it was still weird hearing her speak in such a kind, genuine way, even if I knew the real Jessica would never project any vulnerability around anyone, especially not Grace.

“R-really? You seem like you’ve always been confident Jessica.”

Grace looked at me, her eyes seeming to sparkle in the reflected lights from the city ahead of us. I almost held my breath looking at her for a moment, grateful I was disguised in Jessica’s flesh right now, knowing if I were just myself it might be too much being in such an intimate setting with a gorgeous girl like Grace.

I reflected on what she’d asked me too; her assessment was actually spot on. Jessica actually had always been confident. In her memories, I could see she really hadn’t undergone a lot of character development; she’d just naturally been herself, confident and arrogant, only growing more so as her physical gifts grew. In some ways, I could almost respect living so true to oneself, but when that “Real her” happened to be so unpleasant and cruel, there wasn’t much to like about Jessica.

I decided to mix together back stories for my reply; Jessica may have always been confident, but Alex hadn’t been. In my real life I was always kinda just average, never really standing out. As a kid I’d initially been put into “gifted kids” programmes, a self esteem boost that would be immediately quashed by my total failure to live up to any of these expectations suddenly foisted upon me.

Before I knew it, I had been labelled a disappointment to some extent at a very early age, with little hope for my future beyond mediocrity. Average grades and average ambitions, but at least I’d tried to have fun. Somewhere along the line, I guess I’d started dreaming about being someone else, some pervy, forbidden part of me lusting after women’s bodies, not just to have sex with, but to have sex in. Shamefully looking at female classmates and teachers, imagining what it might be like the be them, to wear their clothes and enjoy their social lives. To actually be desired.

“Jessica…?”

Some of my feelings must have shown in my expression, Grace taking some initiative.

“Ahh sorry! I can get a little lost in my own head sometimes.”

My own shy smile looked so cute on Jessica’s glossy red lips, the gap between the sex goddess body and my own, genuine feelings just heightening how adorable I was being right now. It felt really satisfying, just being myself, but in her body.

For her part, Grace looked appreciative, another accidental manipulation making it look like we had more in common finding purchase in her heart.

“But yeah! Well, basically I used to fade into the background a lot, and never really had the confidence to put myself out there or anything. I guess fairly recently I’ve just put myself in situations I can really shine.”

Grace probably thought that meant only in the last few years had Jessica really put herself out there, rather than in the last few days the real me had been pushed hard out of his comfort zone.

“Really..? How- how did you do it?”

She looked at me keenly, desire to learn seeming evident on her face.

“Well, I guess the most important thing is to be true to your desires, I guess. Really, things seem to have been getting better for me ever since I was honest about what I really wanted, deep down, and since I’ve really started going for it.”

“Be honest about what I really want… deep down…”

Grace seemed contemplative as she mused over my carelessly honest words. I took a big swig from the huge stein again, noting that it was about halfway gone now, and offered it to Grace. She accepted idly, drinking down the sweet, heavily alcoholic mix, accidentally taking more than she’d expected and gagging a little as she nearly finished off the whole thing.

I laughed at her reaction, causing her to flinch, then look surprised. She’d expected the cruel, mocking laugh characteristic of Jessica, so of course it was surprising to hear the much nicer one from me in Jessica. I shimmied over closer to her, enjoying the sensation of my plush, latex bound ass sliding over the smooth bench, before using my finger to clean a droplet of drink off Grace’s lips.

For a moment my finger lingered there, feeling her warm breath, her soft sensitive lips relaying the gentle feeling of my fingertip on them. Our eyes met, our breathing almost synchronized while we looked deep into each other’s pupils.

We both broke away from each other suddenly, looking at the ground as hot blushes took to our cheeks.

What the hell?? That moment was so romantic… is… is Grace into Jessica? Could I get with her like this?

My heart was racing as the possibilities raced around my head. How much could I get away with tonight?