The Demon in Amber Jones

((CLOSED FOR MYSELF AND PYWAKIT))

IC: Nicholas Denton

Nicholas was a student at Bayridge University, a college with a grand reputation for academics, and he was failing here-not that he couldn't keep up with the studies. It was just that he didn't want to even be there, but his father was adamant that he go to Bayridge. His father was the largest donator to Bayridge so he got a free ride through his first year in school. However that changed when his prick of a father cut him off this semester until he earned his grades-like that was going to happen.

So he was forced to get a job on campus working in the library. That decrepit old bitch Mrs. Hopkins, the head librarian, didn't even recognize who his father was and constantly was on his back about actually doing the fucking job putting worthless books on the shelves. So he half-assed started shelving books just to get the old witch to shut up. He had finally gotten through half of them when a really old and really worn one fell onto the floor and opened to a page with a sketched picure on it of a naked woman.

"Holy Fuck," He exclaimed as his eyes were immediately drawn to the rather attractive tits and ass of the woman in the picture. He received glaring stares as the dumb-ass students actually studying were disturbed and that stuck-up bitch Mrs. Hopkins shushed him and ordered him in a whisper to finish shelving the books.

He hurriedly agreed with her and picked up the worn out book and moved himself and the cart of books to an unoccupied corner of the library. There he opened the book to oggle the picture in the comfort of solitude. But upon further examination he discovered the girl in the picture had horns curling back over the top of her head. She had a pair of bat wings on her back and a pointed tail from the curves of her uncovered ass. What the hell kind of porno-book was this?

He flipped some more of the pages and discovered to his frustration that was the only picture anyone could call hot or porno-worthy. It was a book about how satanists in the middle ages called up demons ro earth to do their bidding. Nicholas was particularly interested in the ritual to summon the super-hot demon chick the book called a succubus. He looked around finding himself still alone and looking over the long list of steps needed to do it. Most of the ingredients were easy for him to get: Chalk to draw a pentagram on the floor, the fresh blood of a goat-like Rocky the golf team's mascot, a virgin's blood-since he'd never gotten past third base before the girl he'd gotten drunk enough to go all the way with either passed out or barfed on his shirt or something-he'd have no problem providing, and some dirt...

Was he really going to try this? This would be a waste of time. Demons weren't real. He'd have bled himself stolen a fucking goat for nothing. However...what if it actually worked? He couldn't get it out of his mind.

So applying himself for the first time since arriving at the university he set to work gathering the ingredients and working over the words in fucking Latin he'd have to say. Getting the goat wasn't hard sneaking it inside the library under that bitch Mrs. Hopkins nose was, but he finally managed locking it in the boiler room in the basement.

He was the most helpful to Mrs. Hopkins he'd ever been finally convincing the old bitch to let him lock up that night alone. he impatiently waited as the hours crept by, and people began to trickle out of the library. Finally it was closing time and Mrs. Hopkins left actually complimenting him on his new attitude. He watched the old bitch leave unable to say anything.

He hurriedly turned off all the lights, and locked up all the doors. He was supposed to leave one unlocked until he left, but fuck that. He raced down to the basement and began drawing the pentagram on the floor. placing the old sesame street bowl he had lying around in the center. He put the dirt in the bowl, the rolled up tree leaves, the bit of blood from Rocky, and finally winced as he nicked his finger and let a drop fall into the bowl before putting on the band-aid. He poured on the vodka and lit it with a cigarette lighter. Foul smelling smoke drifted up.

Finally came the latin. Nicholas fumbled through the words wincing as he raced on. The smoke was getting thicker becoming more and more a solid shape. It was working! He hurried through more of the incantations. Fuck! It was alot of fucking Latin to say. Why did they have to make it have so many fucking words he had to say?

He was almost to the end now. The smoke was forming into a shape that looked more and more like the Hot demon chick from the picture, and then the basement door burst open and a girl stumbled through it.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed as the smoke dissolved and wafted past her through the doorway. He looked at her then down at the pentagram the sesame street bowl with burnt stinking stuff in it, Rocky the goat with a bandage on, and back to her. "Uhm...I can explain...uh...well...I...Uhmmm," Then a thought crossed his mind, "Wait, what the hell are you doing in here?"

Amber

Amber Jones
Age: 22
Hair: brunette, shoulder length
Eyes: Hazel
Body: Slender, small breasts, nice legs; cute but not supermodel material
Potential for corruption and enhancement: HIGH!

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Amber jerked awake with a start, and for a moment couldn't figure out where she was or what it was that had woken her. The open book she'd fallen asleep on reminded her; the library. She'd fallen asleep studying for her history final and only the sound of the lights going out had woken her.

She rolled her eyes, then allowed herself an uncharacteristic bit of frustration and near profanity. "Awww... crap." She immediately blushed, even though no one else seemed to be around. She closed the book and debated putting it back on the shelf, but it was so dark back there in the stacks. She left it on the table, guilt nagging at her for not refiling the book as she shuffled toward the green exit sign, navigating as best she could by the faint glow of the few dim security lights that remained on.

The first exit she tried was locked. So was the second, and the third. It wasn't until the fifth door that she really started getting scared. What if she were trapped in the library overnight? Who would feed her cat? Would she be found curled up asleep under a table by some filthy janitor? Images of these fates and worse began to spread through her mind.

Then she saw a basement door, ajar and with a light of some sort shining through it. And a voice. Someone was down there, muttering in... was that latin? Whatever it was... hopefully it was someone who could let her out.

Amber scurried down the stairs and pushed open the door. The smell of sulfur suddenly washed over her and she felt a sudden shrieking in her ears and a rush of heat from between her legs that lanced up into her chest, making her heart pound. Flashes of images... of sweat dripping from full breasts, of huge erections dripping with ejaculate, of gaping vaginas twitching with need, and more flashed through her mind and were as quickly forgotten.

Then, an instant later, she was standing in the doorway, feeling strangely out of breath and looking at another student, and a goat?

"Ummm... what... what's going on?" she asked, more about her strange sudden lapse of memory of the last several seconds than about the strange scene before her.

IC: Nicholas Denton

Fuck! It didn't work. no surprise since Demons and Hell don't exist, but it was dissapointing. All that time and energy wasted. Stealing the goat itself had been alot of work. And slicing open his finger-what a waste.

"Ummm... what... what's going on?" She asked blinking and shaking her head as if recovering from a blow to the head.

"Nothing," He stammered in a hurry rushing over to the door and pushing her out of the room. She seemed to be out of sorts, with some luck Nick might be able to bullshit his way out of this.

"You don't look so well." He gestured to a folding chair holding a box of old books waiting to be given to the local goodwill. He removed the box for her. "Take a chair. Water! Do you think you need some water?"

He fetched her the unoppened bottle of water from his backpack. "You must've whanged your head...that kinda injury makes you dizzy, disoriented, maybe even see things that aren't there."

Then Rocky the goat spoiled his lie by letting out a loud "Baaa!" from the other room.

Under his breath Nicholas muttered, "Shut up you fucking goat or I'll leave you with the sheepfuckers out in the boonies."

Amber

Amber blinked, then blinked again. The strange feeling had passed, but the strange situation she now found herself in wasn't going away. Standing before here was a guy and a goat in the basement of the library. She blushed, but she wasn't sure if it was because of his language, the strange situation, or something else.

"I... um... I..." she stammered, then gulped and took a deep breath. "I just was looking for the exit. I didn't mean to interrupt you... I just... please. If you know a door that's unlocked I'll just be leaving and I won't tell anyone..." She trailed off, not even sure what she was seeing here in the first place.

IC: Nicholas Denton

"I... um... I...I just was looking for the exit. I didn't mean to interrupt you... I just... please. If you know a door that's unlocked I'll just be leaving and I won't tell anyone..."

"I locked up a little early tonight, sorry," He said helping her up on her feet and towards the stairs to the front exit. As he did he grabbed her hand and he was taken aback by the rush he felt at the skin to skin contact. He was getting goosebumps and it looked like she was too. "Umm...I'll let you out upstairs."

"Uh...My name is Nicholas Denton," he told her, "I work here...in the library that is...which I guess is obvious...Uh...what's your name?"

It was strange he was reacting like she was the head cheerleader or the homecoming queen. The nerdy type wasn't really the kind of girl he was attracted to, and this one was absolute Jeopardy contestant material...but as they reached the top of the steps his gaze drifted down to her bottom hidden under baggy clothes. But being a healthy college age hetero guy, he was something of an old hand at mentally picturing a cute girl's ass no matter what kind of prudishly chaste clothing she was wearing to hide it-did he just think this chessteam star nerdy girl was cute.

What the hell was wrong with him?!? He shook his head to clear the cobwebs as he unlocked one of the library's front doors. This girl's probably never even been kissed before. So, not his type. He much preferred the slutty type that lost all inhibitions after a couple of jello shots.

He held the door open for her and appraised her as she walked through the doorway. "I uhh..." He stammered trying to fight off his imagination's attempts to picture her naked, "...Y'know...The Delta Pie Omega fraternity's having a party tonight...I've been invited...but I wasn't going to go...until...that is...well I...ummm...Would you like to go with me?"

Why the hell did he just fucking ask her that?!? He didn't want to show up at the frathouse with this girl who'd probably run as fast as she could the minute she saw the booze and the horsing around that went on at a fraternity house's party. But he just didn't want to let this geeky girl go.

Amber

She didn't ask about the goat. Or any of the other things in the room. Amber had learned early on in college that there were a lot of things going on that she just didn't want to know about. The only thing she wanted now was to get out of the library, and this guy, Nicholas, seemed to be able to do that, at least, for her.

"My name is Amber," she said as they wandered through the stacks toward the exit. "Amber Jones. I was just here studying, and I guess I let time get away from me..."

They'd reached the exit, and she was sure she was about to say her goodbyes and thank yous before finding her bike and making her way back across campus to the dorm. But then he asked her to go to this lame-sounding party full of over-sexed drunk frat guys...

...and to her shock, she heard herself answer.

"That actually sounds like a lot of fun!"

Her eyes widened and she froze in place, suddenly sure he had only asked her to tease her. What was she thinking?

IC: Nick Denton

"That actually sounds like a lot of fun!"

Nick blinked at that. He was sure this geeky Amber Jones would've turned him down. But he'd go along with it, maybe their was a little naughtiness in this girl. He'd return the goat and all the rest of the stuff he'd used for that lame-ass ritual before the library opened tomorrow morning.

"Then follow me," He told her leading her across campus to the Omega's frat house. It wasn't hard to find. One could hear the raucus music pounding away from the library. They entered a large house filled with people. It was so full inside there was standing room only. He waved at a couple of the frat boys he knew. They waved back after doing a double take at the sight of Amber Jones beside him.

"Thirsty," He had to shout the question for her to be heard over the music pounding away. He went to the nearest keg and fetched them both a cup of beer.

Amber

Amber took the cup of beer. It was not quite cold, a little flat, and smelled kind of nasty, but then she'd never been a big fan of beer. Yet she was also suddenly aware of how everyone was watching her, and that, more than anything else, compelled her to take a big drink.

It tasted as nasty as it smelled, and she choked a little bit, spitting a half-mouthful of bear out and over the top of her shirt as she coughed. Of course, this seemed to fill everyone in the room with excitement and people started laughing and cheering. Panicking, Amber drank again, wanting suddenly to prove to the room that she could handle beer.

And before she knew it... the cup was empty. Wide eyed and a little impressed with herself, she set the cup down on a table.

"Not... bad," she stammered out with a half smile.

IC: Nick Denton

Nick laughed with the rest of the onlookers when she spat out the beer over her blouse. "Maybe I can get you a glass of milk or juice instead if you can't handle a Bud."

She took a long swig as if rising to his challenge. "Hey not bad," He nodded as she handed him the empty cup. "You must be part camel."

"Let's up the ante." He saw a table nearby with a bottle of Tequila atop it. He picked it up and filled them both a shot glass of the liqour. Taking her hand he sprinkled some salt on the back of it. "This tequila's some strong shit, Amber. You think you can handle it?"

He downed his shot glass and bent down running his tonge over the salt covered skin of her hand. "Whoa!" The tequila was harsh and the salt cut it down to size but her skin tasted...well...he couldn't say for sure what she tasted like...but he wanted to lick her again to find out.

He handed her the other shotglass and the salt shaker. "C'mon give it a try."

Amber

Amber had only been drunk once before, and she remembered how dizzy and flustered and strange the feeling had made her. But now, these feelings were strangely different. She could still feel the dizziness and heat and flustering, but she also felt strangely observant and, well... "in tune" with the room.

She let Nick lick the salt from her hand, and the feeling of his tongue sliding over her skin caused a strange tickle to wriggle in her belly. What was going on here? She wanted to run, wanted to scream, but she could only watch as she reached out and took the shotglass and salt shaker from him. She felt herself smiling, then sprinkled the salt over the back of his hand. After setting the salt down, she paused for a moment and then downed the shot of tequila in one gulp.

It felt like fire. It exploded in her mouth and she gulped it down before spitting it out. She almost panicked, then remembered the salt and dipped down quickly to lick it up from the back of Nick's hand, holding it steady with both of her hands as she tongued him. She kept licking long after the salt was gone, and when she realized how her tongue was wriggling between his index and middle finger, she straightened up again.

The tequila was bubbling in her belly now, and she smiled again.

"That wasn't that bad," she said. And when she thought about it, she realized she wasn't lying. It actually felt great! "What's next?"

IC: Trent Baker

Trent Baker was Bayridge's star Quarterback, Voted the hottest guy by all the sorority girls, the Big man on Campus, fraternity president, and heir to the second wealthiest alumni of the university-only just behind that Asshole Barrett Denton his father golfed with and jealously competed against since their days together here at Bayridge. He stood atop the fraternity's staircase overlooking the front door and into the den where Nicholas Denton and one broomstick of a nerdy girl were partaking shots of Tequila. He looked over to his current girlfriend Jessica McKay. "Who's that down there?"

Jess followed his pointed finger to the couch where Denton and the girl were preparing another round of shots. "Nicky, he's an ex-boyfriend." She said with surprise, "I strung him along in the beginning of the semester, but when his daddy cut off his allowance I dumped him for you, baby." She laughed, "It was perfect timing too because I was going to go crazy if I had to sit through one more rant on what an asshole his loaded daddy was, and he's a virgin, completely pathetic, wouldn't know what to do with me If I let him past third base. Not like you." She came up close to him rubbing her abundant breasts up and down his arm. Her tonge explored the folds of his ear as he watched the girl take another shot and lick the back of Denton's hand. "Only you know how to treat me right, baby, like the slut I am." Her teeth closed around his earlobe and her hand slipped into the crotch of his jeans.

Trent's hand curled up and grabbed a fistful of her hair right at the back of her head and forcefully pulled her away. He turned his head and saw the fire his use of force had ignited in her eyes. Jess was a real peice of work-One of the nastiest sluts he'd ever fucked. She was easy. All that was needed to get her to do anything you wanted was to have a large bank account, be popular, and not be afraid to treat her like the bitch she was.

"I don't care about that pussy, Denton, you stupid whore," He growled at her, "I want to know about that girl he's with."

"Who," Jess said eyes darting back over to the couch where Denton and the girl sat. "Oh, I think I know her. She's in Dr. Harris's sociology class. I was giving him head under his desk so he'd give me a free ride in his class when she came and asked about a paper or project or something due at the end of the semester. He totally had like an anuerism when he came down my throat and she didn't even have a clue what was going on."

"What's her name?"

"Amber Jones, I think," She answered her eyes narrowing, "Why do you even care?"

"I want her."

"Why," She asked a little pouty, "What do you want with her? She's probably never even masturbated in the shower before much less seen or been with a real man like you, baby. Besides..." Her hand dipped lower into his pants like a dog fetching a stick thrown by its master. "...I'll do whatever perverted thing you want me to. You don't need her, when you got me."

He looked at her with nothing but contempt. The problem was Jess was easy, too easy. With her he'd been there, done that, got the fucking souvenir T-shirt. "I want her, and you're going to get her for me." His hand tightened in her hair forcing her head back painfully. The fingers running around the head of his dick in his pants quickened their pace and her breath deepened. He could feel a moist spot against his hip as she rubbed her barely dental floss G-string hidden under a denim mini skirt spreading her arousal onto his jeans. "Now go down there. Get her good and drunk and hot as hell. Then bring her up here to me. We're going to have a little threesome you, me, and her. We're going to make her into as big a whore as you."Her hips were practically sawing against him now, the slut. She was just too easy.

"And what about Nicky," She gasped.

"I don't care," He growled making her moan deeper, "Give him the worst case of blue balls you've ever gave anyone."

She smiled wickedly at that, "Shouldn't be too hard. When we dated his favorite thing to do other than whining about his daddy was falling all over himself for me."

He let her go and watched her denim covered ass swaying as she made her way down the crowded stairs. Trent grabbed a bottle of beer and leaned against the banister of the staircase ready for the show.

Amber Jones. Another new girl. Another notch in his belt. He'd been sexually active since he'd made his trophy-wife stepmom his bitch back when he was fourteen, and he'd fucked pretty much any girl he'd ever wanted ever since. The pretty ones, the ugly ones, the sluts, the ice-queens, whichever struck his fancy. And now it was Amber Jones's turn.

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IC: Nick Denton

The way her tongue was wriggling between his fingers was making a tent in his pants. Hell if she continued he might just cum right there on the spot. He wriggled trying to adjust himself and Nick was asrounded by Amber's behavior. He would've pegged her for strait-laced and prudish, but maybe there was something more than that underneath the surface of Amber Jones.

She finally sat back up saying, "That wasn't that bad, What's next?"

"Well," He said pouring two more shots for them, "Let's find out."

"Hey, Nicky," A familiar voice said from behind them. His head whipped around to find Jessica McKay standing there. A bleached blond with large breasts, long legs, and curves that would make pornstars weep. She wore a tight pink belly shirt with the playboy logo stretched taut between her breasts a denim skirt that would allow anyone a good look if she'd bent over even slightly and those expensive as hell snakeskin cowboy boots he'd bought her. Overall Jess was pretty much every wetdream he'd ever had in his life in flesh and bone.

But there was a problem here. They had dated early in the semester because she was hot as hell, and Nicky had heard she was easy too, but after two months lavisching her with presents she never once let him go all the way with her, and the moment she heard his asshole father had cut him off from his credit cards and bank account-well, that was the last he'd seen of her since. So why was she here now.

"Hey, Jess," He said tenatively.

She walked around the couch holding out a hand to Amber, "Hi, I'm Jessica McKay. You're Amber Jones right? We're in Dr. Harris Sociology course together, though I'd be surprised if you remember me. I never go to that pervert's class anymore." She sat down right in his lap his tent fairly obvious to her since it was pressing into her asscheek. "Whoa, Happy to see you too, Nicky."

"What are you doing here, Jess," Nicky asked.

"I was invited," She said simply. She stretched her legs out over the length of the sofa they were sitting on and over Amber's lap. Jess then curled them pretty much forcing Amber to squeeze in closer to them. "Ooh," She cooed looking at the shotglasses of Tequila. "Let me try too."

She took one of the glasses and the saltshaker making Nick groan as her weight shifted and her ass did wonderful things against the crotch of his jeans. "Bottoms up," she said holding it to Amber's lips and practically forcing it down her throat. "Thatta girl," She laughed reaching for the other glass. "Let's make it a double," she held that one to her own lips and took it like a pro. But she did not swallow. Instead she bent forward the motion against his erection making Nick groan again. One of Jess's hands snaked around to the back of her head. The other held her chin as Jess planted her lips against Amber's. They parted and Nick saw rivulets of the liquor rund down Amber's chin as Jess pushed it into her mouth.

"Jess..." He said, "What are you doing?"

"Just having some fun, Nicky," she winked at him as she leaned back making his groan out again. She took the salt shaker and sprinkled some on her thigh. Jess lifted it up for Amber. "Come on girl, let's put on a show for our man." Nick wasn't able to see it but she cast a wicked smile up to Trent who had a perfect view of what was going on.

Amber

Amber's heart was racing. If she hadn't of been sitting down, she would have fallen over with shock when Jessica kissed, her, filling her mouth with booze. But what was even more outlandish was the fact that... that it had felt so damn good! Maybe it was the alcohol; Amber wasn't sure. She'd never drank this much in her life. Was this what being drunk felt like?

She opened her mouth, fully expecting to say something like, "No thanks, nice to meet you but I really have to go," but what she heard herself saying was actually, "You salted yourself a little low for my tastes, but what the hell!" She quickly downed a shot, then dipped her head down to lick the salt off the inner swell of Jessica's thigh. Her eyes flitted up and she caught a great view of the scandalous g-string Jessica wore under her skirt, and she wondered simultaneously what it would feel like to wear underwear like that and what Jessica would do if she asked to lick salt off of her panties.

Instead, Amber sat back up with a smile and brushed a lock of brown hair out of her face, then took the salt shaker from the other woman.

"Your turn, Jess," she said. "Only, if you want some salt to chase your drink, you're gonna have to be quick before it all melts!

And with that, Amber opened wide and sprinkled a nice pile of salt on her tongue and lower lip.

IC: Nicholas Denton

Nick was surprised when he saw Amber bend down to lathe her tongue against the salt sprinkled inner thigh of Jess. He had completely expected her to say something like: "No thanks, nice to meet you but I really have to go," and run off like a nun at a strip club. His cock poking Jess in the denim covered ass cheek gave a rise and another when he caught Amber make a glimpse up Jess' skirt. He wondered what kind of panties she wore. He saw goosebumps form on Jess' skin and heard her gasp as Amber did it.

"Damn," He swore lowly, "That's hot."

"Yeah girl," Jess agreed as Amber sat back up and smiled at them. "But let's show him just how much hotter we can make it."

She took the saltshaker saying, "Your turn, Jess, only, if you want some salt to chase your drink, you're gonna have to be quick before it all melts!" she then sprinkled the salt on her lower lip and tongue.

Nicky's jaw dropped, and Jess smirked at Amber, "I like you." She took the bottle of Tequila and took a quick swig so hasty that a good deal of it splashed out and onto her shirt making the thin material nearly transparent and obvious that she had no bra on underneath it.

If Jess noticed the fact that she was suddenly performing in a wet T-shirt contest she didn't care. She moved sliding out of Nick's lap and straddling Amber's the action pushing the hem of her skirt up to expose the bottom curve of her buttocks. Again if Jess realized it she didn't care. Her face was brought up close to Amber's. She looked into her eyes her breath fanning out over her face saying, "I'm gonna enjoy tonight." Then her tongue snaked out traveling up Amber's chin to play along her lower lip then up the underside of her lip. By then the salt on the tip of Amber's tongue had all dissolved away but if Jess realized that she didn't care for all the time she took laving the surface of Amber's tongue for even the suggestion of saltiness left on it.

Over and under and around her tongue wrestled and tangled with Amber's for several more minutes. Making Nick who was watching with his mouth agape groan how hot it was. "It's my turn now, Jess." He took the bottle quickly pouring himself another shot.

While he was doing that Jess glanced up to see Trent. He gestured with a finger for them to come. She whispered in Amber's ea, "Her girl," She traced its curve with her tongue before continuing, "You wanna ditch this loser and finish this upstairs?"

Amber

The feeling of this other beautiful woman sitting in her lap, of the incredibly long, sensuous kiss they shared under the thin pretext of salt, should have sent Amber into a panic. She was aware of this, and some analytical part of her mind was as boggled as it was paralyzed with how quickly things seemed to be spiraling out of control, but another part of her, a new part of her seemed to be fully IN control. That part of her was now cupping one of Jess's booze-soaked boobs in one hand as she whispered back into the other girl's ear.

"Hell yes! But let me do one thing real quick first," she heard herself whispering. She turned to face Nick, sliding partially out from under Jess and tugging down the front of her shirt to expose a nice patch of cleavage. She took the nearly empty salt shaker and sprinkled a nice dose of salt over her cleavage and the tops of her tits; the salt stuck to her skin and seemed to sparkle in the light.

"Have at it, Nick!" she said as she presented her salted cleavage. Nick did just that after he gulped down his shot, but she only gave him enough time for two long licks across her tits before she stood up, her fingers twining through Jess's as she pulled the other girl up to her feet.

"Now... all this drinking and licking and salting's got me all out of sorts," she said. "Me and my new pal here gotta slip into the ladies' room for a bit to freshen up. Don't you go anywhere, Nicky," she said, patting his head before she turned around to face Jess.

"Lead the way, babe," she whispered, with a quick playful swat to Jess's ass.

IC: Nicholas Denton

Nick watched jaw agape as Amber and Jess shared the hottest kiss. He had a thing for girl on girl, and this was better than any of the pornos he had stashed in his dormroom back in Eaton Hall. In fact As Amber's hand latched onto and began to fondle Jess's breast through the wet frabic of her T-shirt.

"Fuck," He said reappraising his oppinion of Amber. At first glance she seemed like the type of girl who would never have been caught dead at this kind of party much less playing tonsil hockey with the campus slut.

"My turn," Nick grabbed the nearly empty bottle of Tequila and began to pour himself a new shot as Jess and Amber whispered into eachother's ears. He couldn't hear what they were saying over the loud music from the nearby stereo, but he imagined it was some words.

Amber moved pulling her shirt to reveal the little bit of cleavage sitting on her chest and the chaste and casual bra she wore underneath that. She took the salt shaker and sprinkled some on the line of flesh bordered by the inside edge of the bra cups on each breast. "Have at it, Nick," She announced.

Nick wasted no time downing the shot of tequila, wincing as it burned its way down his esophagus, then leaning forward sliding his tongue over each breast seeking out any salt on the bit of exposed cleavage. It felt good. He wanted to continue but she pulled away and helped Jess to her feet.

"Wait, where are you going," He asked suddenly worried they were leaving him behind for some reason with a raging hardon in his pants.

"Now... all this drinking and licking and salting's got me all out of sorts,"she said. "Me and my new pal here gotta slip into the ladies' room for a bit to freshen up. Don't you go anywhere, Nicky."

"Oh, Uhhh...sure," He stammered, "I'll...Uhhh...I'll get some more Tequila for when you come back from the bathroom."

Amber

She waved good bye to Nick, wiggling her fingers in a flirty manner that felt right, as if she'd done this a thousand times before, then turned to face Jess. Her other hand still clutched the other woman's as she led her through the party. Amber realized that on one level, she'd given in to whatever was making her act this way... and she liked it!

"We're not going upstairs alone, are we?" she whispered into Jess's ear. "Not that I wouldn't get a kick out of being alone with you, but you had something else in mind, didn't you?"

Amber wasn't sure how she knew that Jess was up to something, just as she wasn't sure why she was acting this way... but it just seemed so obvious!

IC: Jessica Mckay

She and Amber waved a flirty hand at him together. "See ya Nicky, don't go anywhere, okay?" Inside she was laughing since he had gotten all the action he was going to get tonight. "Cuz we're coming back to really rock your world."

"Poor Nicky, he doesn't have a clue." She thought as she and Amber left the room, "I really feel bad for him. Too bad I don't do pity fucks."

As they approached the steps to the second floor Amber whispered into her ear, "We're not going upstairs alone, are we? Not that I wouldn't get a kick out of being alone with you, but you had something else in mind, didn't you?"

"Oh I have someone waiting for us up there," She smiled at her, "He can't wait to meet you. He wants you. I want to give you to him." She took her by the hand, "So are you up for it, or are you gonna chicken out of it now, girl?"

Amber

The concept of a pity fuck amused Amber, and she giggled, imagining using her body to give a poor, desperate guy more pleasure than he could imagine. The fact that until tonight she couldn't imagine that amount of pleasure herself didn't even occur to her. She felt completely new, now. Almost transformed. And she was finding she was liking it.

She nestled closer to Jessica, sliding an arm around her waist as she giggled again, then whispered into her ear.

"As long as you're part of the package, you can give me to whoever the fuck you want, babe." She followed that up with a quick, playful lick against the other woman's ear.

IC: Jessica McKay

Jess tightened as she felt Amber's arm slide around her waist. She whispered into her ear her breath doing wicked things to the skin iside Jess's ear as she spoke, "As long as you're part of the package, you can give me to whoever the fuck you want, babe." This was followed by the feel of her tongue into the shell of her ear. A shiver went down Jess' spine and her cunt grew wetter convulsing eager for what was coming.

Amber clearly wasn't the wallflower Jess had pegged her to be. In fact she may just be as nasty a slut as Jess was herself. That was an unusual occurrence for her. Usually she had to coax and seduce and manipulate whoever got her pussy wet to go the whole nine yards with her. Not that she didn't love that sort of game, but it was refreshing to find someone finally as eager and ready for hardcore sex right now as she always was.

She turned to regard Amber and for a long second Jess considered keeping her all to herself. She could just push Amber into that closet behind her pull her pants down and spend some time in what Jess preferred to call "her own special brand of female empowerment". It had been too long since she had another girl's tongue in her pussy, but in the end she took Amber up the stairs. As fun as some "Female Empowerment" could be with Amber, she really needed the kind of good hard nasty fucking only Trent's cock had ever really given her.

At the top of the stairs stood a good looking blond man muscular fit like a Baywatch star in jeans and football jersey. She came up to him and planter her lips against his in a passionate tongue swapping kiss, and curled her leg over hers so she could grind her wet and aching pussy against the leg of the man that was the only person she'd ever met that could truly give it what it needed. She broke the kiss and glanced back to Amber. "Amber meet my boyfriend, Trent." She turned and ran her tongue over his earlobe, "Baby, meet Amber Jones."

IC: Trent Baker

Trent watched them climb the stairs. He didn't know why he wanted Amber Jones tonight. He remember passing her in the hall of the science building, across campus, even in the food court of the student center. He hadn't felt anything then toward her. In fact he hadn't really noticed her at all. Until tonight. Tonight there was something new about her now. She looked the same: not ugly, but not especially pretty either, especially with skankily beautiful Jess beside her. But as he watched them step up to the stairs he saw her ass sway with the same confidence and sexiness that Jess did without thinking. It was the polar opposite of the way she walked before. What had happened to changer her, and why did it make him want to posess her.

He drank the last drops from his beer and watched them top the staircase. Jess approached and they exchanged a kiss. She put one of her snakeskin boots over his asscheek bringing her wet and throbbing cunt against his thigh. So teasing Amber had kept her horny as hell. That was too bad, since he wasn't interested at all in already conquered territory when a completely undiscovered country was right before him.

"Amber meet my boyfriend, Trent." Jess then licked his earlobe continuing, "Baby, meet Amber Jones."

Through it all his eyes had stayed on Amber and they didn't leave her as he raised a hand to the golden tresses at the nape of Jess's neck and close his hand tightly there into a fist. He roughly wrenched Jess's head back. The pace of her grinding on his thigh increased and she gasped more from arousal than from shock, or pain, or fear. It turned her on the dirty slut. If he was even slightly rough with her she'd be eating out of his hand...all too easy.

"Hello Amber," He told her keeping his eyes locked with hers. Trent motioned with his free hand for her to come closer. when she did he ran his hand along her cheek gently like over fine crystal sculptures even as he wrenched Jess's head to an even harsher angle bending her back so she was turned right at Amber. She moaned even as her arm snaked around Amber dragging her closer helpfully. "Seems like you've made a new friend tonight."

"Please," Jess begged breathlessly as her sex ground against his thigh even faster.

"Jess wants a kiss, Amber," He told her his gentle hand nudging her closer to Jess, "Are you going to leave your new friend in need?"

Amber

Amber felt that strange sensation inside her pulse and throb. Something was changing in her body, and watching this man, a man so full of sexual confidence and strength, exert his dominance over the woman seemed almost as if it were a challenge. Amber suddenly felt positive she could play this out so that, when the three of them were done, it would be her who was the one in a position of sexual power. The idea of overcoming this man's raw libido sent a thrill through her body, one that almost felt predatory. That distant part of her mind that remained her own screamed in vain, begged the force that was now fully in control of Amber's body to turn and run, but the new Amber had other ideas.

She stepped closer, sliding up behind Jess where she was straddling Trent's lap. Amber smiled, an almost sinister tint to the upturn of her lips as she pressed against Jess's back and slid arms up her belly to cup both of her tits. She leaned over her, bending her head down to meet the other woman's backwards-pulled head in a kiss. The unusual angle allowed Amber to slide the top of her tongue over the top of Jess's, tasting her fully and completely. As she explored with her tongue, she explored with her hands as well, massaging and rubbing Jess's tits, pausing only long enough to slide her hands down and then back up, lifting Jess's shirt with it to expose her completely.

Finally, she broke the kiss, a string of spit connecting their two mouths for a moment as Amber stepped back and dropped her hands to her sides.

"You didn't want me up here only to kiss your girlfriend, did you? Because I got plenty of that already downstairs."

IC: Trent Baker and Jessica McKay

"You didn't want me up here only to kiss your girlfriend, did you? Because I got plenty of that already downstairs."

There was a note of challenge in what this pinprick of a girl had said. Did she honestly believe she could challenge him? Didn't she understand who he was? He was Trent Baker. There wasn't a girl on this campus who wouldn't jump at the chance to be dominated by him, and this one stupid cunt thought she could match up to him.

That hint of challenge did arouse him though, the way that Jess in all her wanton behavior hadn't in weeks. He had been right to single Amber Jones out like he had. He was going to enjoy making her into yet another one of his many many conquests.

He smiled at her as he cruelly twisted one of Jess's nipples. Jess placed her hands on his knee behind her and really set to grinding her pelvis against his thigh. "I didn't say to kiss her mouth, girl."

"Please, Amber," Jess said breathily as Trent pulled her hair causing her to arch back even more severely and lift her pelvis to alleviate the pressure it was causing on her spine. That with twisting and pulling her nipple harder caused her to keep her hips grinding in a vain search for his pant leg a scant inch below her. "Please, I need it."

Amber

Amber smiled, then slid a hand out to rub over Jess's ass. "I can see that you need it, babe," she said as she dropped to her knees. "Fortunately for you, I think I can give you just what you need."

She ducked under Jess's legs and between Trent's, then turned around so that she was sitting on the floor, her back to the chair Trent was sitting in. She looked up and saw Jess's soaked panties above her. Amber reached up and ran her finger up the center, sliding the tip over the valley of Jess's sex and enjoying the sound she made. Amber then slid her finger to the left and hooked it under the flimsy, soaked fabric. She crooked her finger and then tugged downward, pulling the panties away from the sensitive flesh beneath. Jess's angle wouldn't let Amber easily pull those panties all the way down, but she didn't need to. She tugged to the side, exposing the other woman's soaking pussy enough for her to lean upward and meet those lips with her own. With her other hand, she slid up behind Jess, tugging panties out of the crack of her ass and pulling them even more to the side over one firm buttock to give her lips and tongue more room to work.

IC: Jess McKay and Trent Baker

Jess had been on the edge for a while now. The flames of her sex had been stoked byTrent's rough handling of her, and cruelly teasing poor Nicky like she had, and playing around with Amber-mostly just being around her. Jess couldn't say why-this wasn't the first girl she had between her legs afterall, but being with Amber, kissing her, being kissed by her really turned her on more than even her baby, Trent, ever had.

As Amber placed her lips against Jess' slit she felt the sharp pain as Trent used one hand to smack her breast hard, and that pushed her over that edge. She came gushing over Amber's lips and chin. It was a short and shallow one that quickly left her wanting more.

She looked down at Amber grinning with a satisfied smirk, "Thanks girl, that was just what I needed." She slithered off Trent's lap to the floor between his legs trapping amber against the tent in his crotch. she leaned in close eye to eye with Amber. "I want to return the favor. Do you want it, Amber? Do you want to feel my lips and tongue against your cunt?" Jess' tongue lanced out and laved her own juices off of her chin. "Do you want to come all over my lips and chin too?"

Amber

"I thought you'd never ask, babe," Amber said with a grin. "And you're fucking delicious, by the way. I hope you find me just as good as I found you." As she spoke, her hand had, seemingly of it's own accord, slid up Trent's thigh and was rubbing his cock through his pants.

Suddenly, Amber realized her clothes seemed to fit strangely on her. She wore a pink button-up blouse and, under that, her plain beige bra felt way too tight. Down below, she wore a pleated dark blue skirt that dropped to her knees. Amber stepped away from the other two. "If you're gonna return the favor, I should get rid of a few things first," she said. First she pulled her blouse out of the hem of her dress, then reached up under it to unclasp her bra. It was a strapless bra, so she was able to undo it with ease; her breasts felt immediately better as she slid the confining bra down and tossed it aside casually. Her tits now pressed tightly against her blouse her nipples hardening against the soft fabric. It was almost as if she'd increased half a cup size.

But Amber wasn't interested in exploring what had happened to her tits. Instead, she reached up under her skirt, hooked her thumbs around the hem of her panties, and without revealing herself to the others, slid her panties down and kicked them aside. She had a moment to suddenly wish she'd shaved herself, so that the coming tonguing would be all the more intimate, and promised herself she'd tend to her grooming later.

"Okay," she said as she stepped back between Trent's legs and dropped to her knees. "I don't think it's really fair for Trent to be left out. Let's make a game of this," she said as she began stroking Trent's bulge again, then idly began to pluck at the buttons of his fly.

"I'll give Trent here a blowjob while you're under me eating me out, and if you get me to cream on your face before I get him to bust nut in my mouth, I promise you something really special, Jess. But if I get Trent to shoot off before you get me to come, you've gotta do something for me. Sound good?"