Sharon Reunites with her Protégé, Another Transformation?
...Changed almost as Radically as Sharon, Jessica Now Wants Everything
Lately shorter stories, but not this one. It's longer than the first two of this recent group. In this chapter we meet Jessica again and get to see if meeting Sharon really had any lasting effects
Jessica Returns
Two weeks after my baptism and joining the coven in that bloody, orgy of an evening, my phone beeped with a text. If the first few months as Fiona's lover and young vampire were a hot sexy learning journey, now as second in the coven, the last two weeks had been mind-blowing. So much sex, blood, and fun. I loved the power, the pleasure, and my abilities as a vampire, still growing daily. But now I got a text from before my ascent. It was from someone I had finally accepted I'd probably never hear again, which oddly bothered me.
I was finally hearing from the young blonde yuppie who I had seduced, and I thought changed forever. After six weeks, despite a wonderful night and feeling a sweet connection, I had heard nothing from her. Maybe, based on the silence, I had not been right. Still, I was curious what had happened to Jessica. The sex had been great, and she certainly was beautiful.
After having so much fun, enjoying so many orgasms, she had left the Brownstone as Fiona and I slept, leaving no trace other than a note in lipstick saying she had borrowed my red heels. It had taken her over six weeks to text me, that for sure raised a lot of questions. Had she relapsed into her uptight repressed persona? Had Jessica actually changed at all since I had spent all night making love to her? I had intended to fuck the repression out of her, but in my memory, we ended up making love by the end. Had I been wrong about all that?
We arranged for Jessica to come over that night, at about eight in the evening, soon after I woke up. It was ostensibly for us to just chat, enjoy some wine and allow Jessica to return my heels. And honestly, they were one of my favorite pairs of heels, and I did want them back. Right on time the bell rang, and I strutted over from the front parlor where I'd had my way with the young mortal six long weeks ago. However, I had no intention of tonight being just a polite little chat. I wasn't sure if she was missing me, angry with me or embarrassed. I was ready though, for whatever Jessica I met, still holding out hope there had been a mutual attraction.
Yes, now as a much more powerful vampire, I was still intent on attempting to build on our first night and all the subliminal messages I'd implanted in Jessica as I charmed her. After six weeks, a little irritated, I did want to, without a doubt, fuck the hetero fully out of this slender blonde tonight. Maybe it was going to take longer than I had hoped, but I was still convinced Jessica had tremendous potential. Maybe not as my friend and lover, but I decided I'd get her to embrace her hotness and become just as much of a sexual animal as I had become. I mean before I met Fiona, I'd been even more repressed than this slender cute blonde. I figured if now with me, she would be a fun partner for Linda if she didn't feel any spark with me.
Making a dominant, sexual statement, planning to either entice or shock Jessica, I was dressed to show off my body. My outfit was all black leather I wanted to be in her face with a powerful sexual statement. I was wearing a super tight long skirt that laced up the back as well as a backless leather top and, of course, towering black heels. My massive mane of platinum hair and bright red lips stood out boldly against all that expensive black leather. I wanted to make it clear from the start that I was a strong, dominant woman, and that I was going to give my guest no choice about what was going to happen tonight. We were going to enjoy a very raw, very sexual evening, or at least I was going to enjoy it. It would be great if she consented, but not required.
Opening the door, my first sight of Jessica made it clear she had not gone back to her boring, judgmental preppy life. On my stoop, looking like she just came from a fetish fashion show, was not the conventional, sexually repressed, but so refined girl from six weeks ago. No, here was a hot woman, sexy and confident in her stance, and hopefully, fingers crossed, sexuality. Jessica stood directly under the light on the stoop, as if it was a spotlight on a catwalk, facing me boldly, with a big saucy grin, pushing out her pert, but sexy boobs.
Not just in her attitude, but in her makeup and clothing this woman looked much more similar to what Fiona and I would wear as our going out look than her prior Talbot's wardrobe. So, her demeanor and outfit signaled maybe my doubts had been misplaced. Tonight, Jessica appeared hugely different from that judgmental blonde I'd seduced in that club. But what would come next tonight? Was this all some charade or only a change in outward appearance? I needed her to be so much more than just a sexier looking blonde woman.
But despite my fears, I was already frankly feeling positive, Jessica looked so hot and sexy. And oddly, my stored-up anger and aggression had just melted away seeing her smile at me, looking so hot on my doorstep. I was finding it hard to stay angry at this slender blonde. It seemed she had continued on the path I had encouraged her in as I charmed her. The next few minutes would confirm or deny that feeling. From her big red lips to her blonde hair with extremely expensive looking highlights and ultra-sexy outfit this was a new woman. I loved her fashion sense. It was a mix of high-quality fashion and bold fetish pieces. What drew the eye was how her cute round little boobs were nearly popping out from an expensive looking very tight white cashmere top, sexily cut nearly down to her waist.
And that top went well contrasting and drawing your eye to the rest of her outfit. Showing off a new more extreme look, no leather skirt for my girl. Much more extreme, Jessica was wearing a long, very tight, very shiny, black latex skirt, almost a hobble skirt. Her legs, wrapped in black fishnets still looked great, and as my eyes moved up and down her body, her ass looked utterly edible. My Louboutin's were likely in a bag dangling from her fingers, as my girl now had her own designer heels. Jessica was perched on some super-hot high stiletto heeled ankle booties, making her at least six inches taller. I know my mouth was open wide in a smiling look of surprise, but Jessica didn't just stand there and wait for me.
She quickly closed the distance between us and wrapping her hands, now sexily with bright red, dagger like super long nails, around my ass, pulling us together. Then she went on the attack, delivering a searing open-mouthed kiss. Tongues fighting each other, we kissed for what felt like forever but was probably only thirty seconds before Jessica pulled away. Ok, so her consent was not an issue tonight. Not moving away, staying in my personal space, Jessica started to make things a bit clearer, but more complicated. Finally, I heard her low, sexy voice for the first time in six weeks,
"Baby, I've missed you so much. I'm so deeply sorry it's been so long. You changed me forever that night. But you also unlocked something in me. And with so much changing in my life I wanted to be able to show you the complete new me, ready to be your lover, not a work in progress."
I was more than happy with that opening kiss and shivering inside with Jessica's explanation for the long silence. So, she had felt something more than a physical connection too, awesome! Keeping close, I took a hold of her hands, so we stayed near, almost touching each other. Then, in the spirit of becoming the lovers we both seemed to want to be, I tried to calm and encourage Jessica, letting her know much I wanted to go much deeper too,
"My love, if it took six weeks, that's fine. I missed you too, like I never imagined I could. All this time I only wanted so much for us as lovers to go so much further than we did that first wonderful night."
At that, getting a wide, reassuring and clearly relieved smile back from Jessica, our arms tightly wrapped around each other, we went inside the brownstone. I felt such an overpowering need to keep Jessica close. I wanted to both cuddle and catch up about what had transpired for Jessica over the last six weeks. I mean she was so very different in attitude and style tonight. Of course, I steered her to my favorite leather couch in the study, sharing our first glasses of Fiona's special wine as we settled ourselves onto the rich, sensual leather. Since this was the site of her seduction all those weeks ago, I was hoping the liquor, the fire, the feel of the leather couch would trigger another hot night with my petite companion.
In another positive sign, Jessica was not at all physically reticent, kissing me twice on the way to the couch, once deeply again on my lips, once licking and biting my long neck. So, I was very sure this hot blonde was all in on being part of my planned night of carnal adventures, and maybe something more. In fact, I was wondering who was going to seduce who tonight. It seemed she had showed up tonight focused on having her way with me, not realizing I was planning the same thing. But my undead heart was beating faster, tonight truly was something new for me at least. Yes, we physically were clearly both feeling it, but something odd was happening to my emotions. Even with Fiona I had not had these feelings. I somehow had romantic feelings for this mortal woman.