It's not too late... go back to the party

As I sat in the cool air, I felt that happy, excited tension I’d experienced talking to Grace swirl around my body, refusing to drain away.

It’s not too late… she’ll be just down there in the party.

Grace has seemed like she’d really been enjoying talking to me too… and the way she’d reacted when I’d brushed that droplet from her lips. Was Grace… into girls? Or at least bi-curious…

It was hard to get a read on what she might like, since she talked so little. Jessica had more memories of her than me, but not a single one involved caring about Grace’s likes in any way, or at least in any way beyond how to torment her.

Hmmm...

I found myself puzzling a little on it, the thought of it getting me aroused, a hot feeling emanating from my pussy as I started getting wet again. I looked down at my body, pale perky breasts straining a little against the tight constriction of the black latex, while toned, supple legs tumbled out of my miniskirt, terminating in shiny black heels.

If I tried something with Grace, and it didn’t work out, it wouldn’t be me being embarrassed. I could tell the thought of being with another girl kinda disgusted Jessica, her ignorance naturally fitting in nicely with some homophobia. In a way, doing something so against her natural wants and desires would be like dominating this bitch, while also getting to enjoy the taste of Grace’s lips, and the flavor of her love…

Ughhh, I really, really need to try something with her.

I stood, striking a pose as I ran my fingers over Jessica’s body, the contrast between the slick texture of the latex and her soft skin sending little tactile tingles of pleasure around my body.

After all, who wouldn’t want to get with me right now? Personality aside, wearing Jessica I’m one seriously sexy girl.

My decision made, I strutted down the steps back towards the party, enjoying the lithe, sexual way I naturally walked wearing this outfit and Jessica’s skin. The party had clearly escalated in the time I’d been gone; It’d moved onto a completely different phase of the night. People were dancing much more liberally that before, girls grinding their asses up against lecherous guys, while others clearly swayed under the influence of too much drink and ****.

Couples, both longstanding and freshly made tonight, were pushed up against walls, exploring each other’s mouths and beginning to explore bodies, while I could tell some of the less rambunctious guests were starting to leave as things got progressively wilder. I could feel eyes on me as I came back inside the kitchen, the party lighting that’d been set up catching little highlights on my dress and glossy red lipstick.

I could tell I was drawing eyes, and casually drew my fingers though the hair hanging by my face as I began slinking though the crowd.

Mhmmm… feeling these eyes on me… knowing I’m the one they’re desiring, the one they’ll fantasize about when they get home and touch themselves, wishing they’d talked too… ughhh, I love this feeling of power.

Erotic satisfaction ran through my body as I thought about it, getting even higher with the slight touches as my body rubbed up against the people I slipped past. Finally, I spotted her. Grace was standing over against one of the walls, looking uncomfortable and a little miserable as a guy tried talking to her.

A small look confirmed Alicia was distracted, making out with Frank; clearly the same drink that’d given her the courage to stand up to me had gotten her horny too. As I watched them, I thought I might have to try Frank’s body and see what Alicia was like in bed sometime, or… even more twisted and sexy, wear Alicia and see what Frank was like.

The dream of impersonating either member of the couple filtered into the rest of my desire, as I slid up beside the guy trying to chat up Grace. I could see mixed emotions in her as she saw me approach; excitement to see the girl she’d started connecting with tonight, but still tinged with that fear I might be the girl who’d bullied her since starting.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

I cut in, the guy stopping his attempt with Grace due to the interruption, turning to me only to go wide eyed as he saw who I was. His gaze ran over my body, obviously lingering on my ass and breasts, but the whole look was a lot for him to take in.

“Ah… Wh- who are you?”

“Mmmm, my name is Jessica… now, what exactly do you think you’re doing here?”

“Well, you know, me and Gemma were just getting to know each other, actually.”

He puffed up with a little pride saying it, but knowing she was called Grace and he’d misheard just made me feel embarrassed for him. I looked at the empty beer in his hand he hadn’t realized was done, and the way he swayed just a little… this guy was way too drunk.

And trying to get with Grace? Didn’t he know she belonged to me? I could feel some of Jessica’s possessive sadism coloring my opinion of him, as I enjoyed peeling myself inside her personality again. I leaned in real close to his ear, almost giggling as I saw him gulp, freaking out a little at such a hot girl getting so close.

“Hey, don’t you think you should actually try to pull someone your own league? Can’t you see she’s a Goddess, and you’re nothing but a worm?”

I whispered it, hot breath filling his ear as I spoke in Jessica’s voice, a taunting, teasing quality suffusing each word, at once like I was playing with food, and looking down at something disgusting.

“Wha-”

He tried to say, before I cut him off.

“Ah, ahhh. Did I say you could speak, maggot? Don’t waste my time with your worthless words. Now, get out of here, before I have to spank you like the misbehaving little boy you are.”

He seemed to shiver a little with my words, while his ears were bright red with blush. I noticed it had made him rock hard, and when he saw where my eyes went for just a second he blushed even harder.

“Y- yes Maam!”

He stuttered out and stumbled away, a little dazed, looking back at me with a strange expression I couldn’t quite make out.

Was he getting off on me berating him...? What a pervert. Although… Mhmm… I can’t deny, it felt really, really good. I think Jessica makes a perfect host for femdom, or if I want to try becoming a dominatrix…

Turning back to Grace, I could see her shrink into the wall a little, some of our earlier connection already eroding with even a small amount of time apart.

It’s going to be so hard to get her out of that shy shell, but