Meeting Lisa's friends in the kitchen

I opened the door to the flat kitchen, light beaming in through the windows. It was bright and warm, and Ashley and Emmy rose seeing me come in.

“Took you long enough! Last night must have really been special if you were so star struck you weren’t even on time today!”

Exclaimed Emmy, walking towards me and taking me by the hand as she lead away towards the door.

Looking through Lisa’s stolen memories, I knew Emmy could be a fiery sort, but she really cared about her friends. Short, with wavy light brown hair and a seriously impressive ass, Emmy looked the youngest of the three, although she was actually the “Mom friend” of the trio, and made a point of making sure everyone kept up with the pace she set.

“Hey, it can’t have been THAT great, I mean you never even messaged us to let us know how it went last night.”

Ashley slipped in, both the conversation and beside me. Lisa’s memories told her Ashley loved to gossip and could seem a bit flighty at times, but at her core she really cared about her friends, and was probably the most emotional out of all of them. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back almost to her baggy jeans, a staple of her cute 90s influenced style.

“Mmmm, well where to begin…”

I started. I was getting a little distracted at the different way I was walking now, especially the sensation of my breasts moving with each step. It was such a subtle pleasure, I figured I might be a little distracted all day.

“He was sweet. The date went really well actually, I’d say he kind of brought me out of my shell a little.”

I was blushing now and looking down. I knew how cute it would look on Lisa’s face. Truthfully, I had no idea how she would have felt, her memories didn’t extend beyond the point she was replaced by the skinwalker, and even then it got so hazy beyond the first few weeks of term I had no real knowledge of when that was. Maybe the skinwalker had purposefully covered it up, or maybe I just wasn’t proficient enough at moving through someone else’s memories yet to find it.

“Awww that’s so cute!!”

Ashley exclaimed. She really seemed so happy for me, really she was the cute one.

“I wish I had a boy who was sweet with me! All I ever get are assholes!”

Now Ashley was pouting. I might get diabetes from how sweet she seemed. As myself I’d never talked to her, but being in such an intimate friendship with her as Lisa made me feel so close to her.

“Well Ashley, that’s because you meet all your guys in nightclubs! What are you expecting?”

Interjected Emmy, causing all three of us to laugh, before Emmy turned back to me and said;

“So, are you seeing him again? And… just how far did you go last night?”

I blushed again involuntarily. I thought about how to answer, before replying

“Well, he walked me to my door like a gentleman. But I’m not sure if I’ll see him again, I’ll just have to see.”

It was a struggle not to say something cheeky, like “And then I took him all inside me.” Technically true, although that might be flirting a little too much with the darker reality of what had actually happened. Seemingly unbidden though, came a series of thoughts of sitting across from myself at the diner, sipping milkshakes, and playing on the arcade machines together, walking with myself up those stairs and leading myself inside, throwing my male body on the bed while I straddled him in Lisa’s, pulling my skirt up toned legs as I moved my panties aside and guided the head of his penis into my waiting pussy…

“Hey! Earth to Lisa, is there anybody in the head of yours?”

Emmy woke me from my strange vision.

“We’re outside the lecture hall, are you coming in?”

What had those visions been? Building up to sex with myself… was I gay or something? Well, that went beyond simply being gay. Would sex with myself be counted as masturbation? But then, I was in Lisa’s body right now, so was it straight for me to think of guys like that? I glanced down at my body, my breasts protruding from my chest, seeing the small, girly feet in their heeled boots. My crotch had started feeling a little hot whilst I thought about sleeping with myself. I figured I should just roll with it. This had been a fetish of mine that I just couldn’t quit for a while now, and if I didn’t question it on a computer screen then I probably shouldn’t question it now that I was living it either.

I looked up at Ashley already in the lecture hall and Emmy waiting, and said…