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Winifred watched Reese go, and then stared at Jasmine expectantly. Finally she closed and locked the door. "You're not going to go after her? Aren't you hungry?"

"Tonight? Nah. I was setting her up to drink another time."

"Jasmine."

Jasmine's eyes turned even while her head remained still.

"Let me make this clear. I don't know if I'm going to turn Reese into my ghoul or not, but for all intents and purposes, I'm claiming her for that. So you can't have her."

Jasmine chuckled a bit. "Hey, it's fine. I just want to touch her a bit and feed. That's all."

"That had better be it. I don't need to remind you of the risk of letting you study here."

"No, you don't," Jasmine responded almost robotically. "I'm very grateful."

"Maybe you actually want to get some studying done. Reese will probably be back some night soon."

And so she did. But it was hard to focus when her head was full of thoughts of that sweet little cutie with the blushing cheeks and the warm pussy. Jasmine made sure to be around every night, to catch Reese next time she showed up.
 
Everyday was just like that night. She’d think of the last expression she’d seen on Jasmine and draw it but it changed every time. It went from bored to disappointment to being disappointed in herself for letting things get out of hand. It went from those sexy, hungry eyes to gentle and loving. Eventually, Reese had created a completely different narrative from her thinking she was being led into a trap. Worse than that was the... carnal desire that was getting near impossible to slake.

Eventually, nearly a weeks later, it was nine o’clock at night and she was taking a shower. She had showered earlier but she wanted to be fresh. She brushed her hair and wore a bow, it was black with a spider in the center but it was still a bow. She considered wearing those jeans that made her butt look perfect but she remembered how much Jasmine liked the fishnets. So she wore those with a leather mini skirt she’d lifted with some calf length leather combat boots and a white silk blouse with fake pearl buttons. She put on some eyeliner and mascara before painting her lips blood red. The whole nine yards.

When she returned to the store, she held onto the door handle and took a deep breath before walking in and scanning the place. She was a little nervous and knew Winifred would know exactly who she was here for considering how she was dressed, she never came to the bookstore this dolled up.
 
Jasmine and Winifred both were starting to think that the small cute girl had been scared off forever. Well, it wasn't the end of the world. Jasmine still wanted to work this problem, after all, and there was still no better to do it. So she kept coming back. But she wasn't really getting anywhere with it. She was wearing what she always wore - matching thin silk blouse and skirt. Black lacy underwear underneath. The silk was thin enough that you could see the outlines of her bra and panties. Her hair was straight, purple glasses fixed, matching nail polish and eyeshadow applied.

One night though, Reese finally came in. The first thing Jasmine did would probably set Reese's mind at ease quite a bit - she smiled brightly and genuinely at her. "Reese! It's good to see you," she said, standing up from the table they had been sitting at the last time.

Winifred seemed a bit amused by Reese's appearance. "I uh... well, I was afraid my friend had scared you off, but instead... you look very nice tonight."
 
Never in her life had she felt like someone was genuinely happy to see her or that they missed her until Jasmine’s greeting. Reese found herself smiling cheerfully as she slung her backpack off her shoulder. Then Winifred made mention of her look and Reese blushed slightly.

“Heh, thanks. Decided to update my look a little. Sorry I haven’t been around,” she looked directly at Jasmine, “I’ve been busier than usual.” She didn’t say with what because she was a terrible liar and if she went into details, that would become apparent.

Reese practically bounced over to Jasmine and sat down. “What are we studying tonight? Anything new with Caine and Lilith?” The was a spark in her big brown doe eyes when she said that, she hadn’t forgotten that Jasmine mentioned having more books on the subject at her place. Not had she forgotten what happened in the spot she was sitting at now.
 
Reese just chuckled, shook her head and went into the back room. The blood bond would override the silly little fling that Jasmine was trying for, so she wasn't worried.

Of course, the only occult book Reese was given access to was the partial translations of the various bits of the Book of Nod (i.e. the fragmented stories of Caine, Lilith and other historical vampire figures) because it was all ancient history that had no bearing on them now. Anything else would be a massive breach of the Masquerade. But since the Camarilla's official position was that Caine, Lilith and the Antediluvians didn't exist, she figured it didn't matter if a mortal heard of the legends, right?

So, that was still the only book Reese was allowed to look at from Winifred's private collection.

"I don't think there's been anything new on them two in a long time," Jasmine said with a small smile. "Um, listen, Reese." She deliberately put on a less sultry, seductive kind of tone. Though she'd always go back to it when it was the right time. "I spend a lot of time at club. A lot of drinking, a lot of sexy stuff. So when I... came onto you like I did, that was the mindset I was in. Everyone in those places is pretty open. So I think I was inappropriate and I'm sorry I freaked you out."
 
“Bummer,” Reese smiled as she sat down next to Jasmine.

Reese was nervous but it was the good kind. They’d hang out here for a bit and then go back to Jasmine’s place where they could pick up where they left off. But all of those dreams were slashed when her new friend became suddenly serious, just as she sat down and dropped her backpack on the floor. Her heart sank into her stomach and she slowly closed her eyes as she looked away. Of course she was just convenient after she was already worked up.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” she whispered shouted, “so you aren’t really into me? Like at all? And I put this shit on my face for you to tell me that? God I’m such a spastic.”
 
"What? No -" But she stopped as Reese went on, waiting until the girl was finished. And then she couldn't help but laugh again. "No, Reese, you're misunderstanding me. I didn't say I wasn't into you. I just meant that the way I came onto you, touching you like that in a bookstore, was inappropriate." Jasmine squeezed her hand and her voice lowered a bit, back to the sultry voice that Reese might remember. "I'm definitely into you, babe. I don't want to stop that. But you got freaked out and I thought that the way I approached you might have had something to do with that."

She looked the girl in the eyes, a naughty little half-smile on her face. Reese would feel another dose of that vampiric Presence, another shot of attraction. Mostly she just wanted Reese to calm down for her own sake. She seemed like an anxious kind of girl.
 
There was a full blown fit roiling inside of her when Jasmine explained better what she meant and of course Reese felt like an idiot. “Oh,” she breathed and looked down at her hand that was being squeezed and she squeezed back.

“That’s not why I freaked out, it just felt like I was being toyed with. And not in, like, the fun way. I’m just an idiot, I really liked the things you did,” she looked up at her rather sheepishly, “ it’s all I think about. But maybe somewhere not the bookstore.”
 
Even if you didn't like the things I did, it'd be hard to keep my hands away from that tight fucking body, Jasmine thought with a little smirk as the poor girl explained herself a bit more. When Reese said, 'it's all I think about,' Jasmine felt a powerful wave of pride. Of course it was.

"Did you have somewhere in mind?" she asked, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I really should get some studying done here." But even as she said that, she reached out to tuck one of Reese's bangs back. "But my god, you look delicious tonight."
 
Reese leaned in as Jasmine played in her hair and told her how nice she looked. It helped to know that she didn’t look like she was wearing some other persons skin because that was kind of how she felt. She kind of felt like a completely different person as she boldly placing a hand on Jasmine’s thigh, sliding under her skirt but not too far.

A lusty smile danced across her lips. “Easy. I don’t mind waiting while you finish studying and then you can take me back to your place. Show me that collection of yours about Caine.” She smiled as she continued to play coy despite having just telling Jasmine how much she liked their previous antics.

“What are you studying for anyways? Maybe I could help.”
 
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Jasmine couldn't help but smile as Reese slid a hand up her skirt. Far from drawing back, she scooted a bit forward in her chair, making the girl's hand touch her higher on her tigh, and bunching her skirt up a little. "I'm studying different weird occult stuff for the CSU library," she lied, quickly and easily. "But these books I'm looking at, most people aren't really supposed to see. Just because they're old and fragile and... well, you wouldn't really be allowed to help. But what we could do..."

She leaned in closer and dropped her voice, reaching down and taking Reese's hand, pulling it higher up her milky thigh. "What we could do talk a little bit. I'm curious. You seemed like a shy little thing but you're pretty bold when you want to be." She grinned. "Wanna swap embarrassing questions?"
 
“That sounds pretty cool.” Reese accepted the lie easily, she thought Jasmine looked very smart and like the type that would be doing research for a library. But there was also an edge to her that was obvious she would be studying something like the occult, it all seemed to add up. Even her half explained reason as why she wouldn’t be able to help made sense. Or maybe she let it make sense and didn’t press the issue because Jasmine had forced her hand higher, so the tips of her fingers grazed the delicate lace of her panties.

Reese gave a short, nervous laugh and averted her eyes before looking at Jasmine again. “I am very shy but you seem to have an effect on me,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned in close. She bit her lower lip while staring at Jasmine’s lips, imagining them in other places before she let go of her own lip. “Embarrassing questions, huh? Like what?”
 
"Hmm..." Jasmine pondered, drawing Reese's hand slightly higher, getting her to grab the top edge of her panties and snap them a little. That was when she released the girl, letting her do with her hand as she pleased. Although it would be a scandalous scene to walk into again, with Jasmine's skirt hiked up for her hand. It wasn't quite as visible from the other door as it had been the previous night.... but it wasn't quite invisible either.

"Sexy questions? Personal questions? I won't go too deep..." She looked at Reese for a moment to let the innuendo sink in. "Here, you start. Just think of something you want to know about me. Something naughty. I'll answer. And then, if you really really don't like the idea of answering a question like that, we'll let it go. But I used to do this all the time in high school." That was true.
 
Once she was given free roam, her hand ventured to cup her still clothed sex similarly to the way Jasmine had done before. Smiling at the little on words as her eyes lit up sinfully, she wanted nothing more than for Jasmine to go as deep as she wanted. She really didn’t know where that was coming from, why she was so eager to be a plaything for Jasmine. She’d been turned on plenty before now but this was different somehow.

“Hmm,” she thought about what to ask as her middle finger slid up and down between her lips, pressing in a bit. “What’s something a bit strange you’ve done with someone but found out you really liked it?”

Just as she asked her thumb pressed against that sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbed in circles. She watched Jasmine intently, wanting to see every little twitch and change in her expression.
 
Okay! Jasmine thought with a giddy little grin, having not expected Reese's hand to go that far. She inched closer, finding herself very glad that she'd been taught how to channel the blood she'd gathered to reactivate these functions of her body. God, how could all those dreary sexless Kindred go without having a cute young girl touch them like this?

She moaned very quietly, that smile still on her face, as she thought about her sexual history. She had been a bit adventurous but in the end turned out somewhat vanilla, minus a bit of rough play and a touch of bondage. Oh! The bondage would be a good answer.

"I suppose..." her voice wavered a bit as Reese touched her. "...I let a girl tie me to a big rack thing last year, and she had about a million toys to touch me with. I was nervous as hell but ended up..." She put on a blush. She felt it would be appropriate. "Well, I had a few pretty good endings, let's say." She chuckled a bit.
 
Reese’s smile widened as Jasmine struggled a bit to get the words out as she played with her. The answer she got was a bit tame, What with the things she’d seen on the internet and at the goth nightclubs that she was too young to go to buy managed to get in anyways, but still shocking. She giggled and raised an incredulous brow.

“You let someone tie up? You don’t strike me as the type but then again,” she pulled Jasmine’s panties aside and exposed her sex before sliding her index finger between her lips gently.

“I guess it’s my turn to answer but um that night with you was the farthest I’ve gotten. So I guess, getting felt up in a bookstore is the strangest thing I’ve done,” she leaned in so her lips grazed the other woman’s ear as she whispered, “I brought myself to some pretty good endings after that.”
 
"Oh fuck," Jasmine whispered, starting to rock her hips against Reese's exploring finger. "God, you're a virgin too? I never would have guessed with how bold you are." She was panting, playing up just how affected she was by that sweet touch. Of course it was genuine, but she had to find a level of panting that seemed appropriate. She was wet for Reese, and in contrast to the younger girl, her warm sex was silky smooth.

It was getting difficult to stay still, or to focus on where Winifred was, or even to do anything besides grab this slutty little virgin and leap home with her and fuck her brains out. She couldn't help but reach up and boldly squeeze Reese's breast over her top. God she wanted to rip it off and get everything out of the way so she could start sucking and not stop until Reese was climaxing underneath.

"Reese, we gotta stop, or get the fuck out of here..."
 
This was a golden opportunity as far as Reese was concerned and she wasn't going to let it slip past her like she did last time. That only resulted in her torturing herself for a week, which might have been a good thing considering how she was taking command now. There was no confusion for her now and she didn't care if they were caught by Winifred again, she wanted Jasmine and she was making that very apparent. Her eyes went wide as she let out at playful giggle, pulling back a bit but giving Jasmine a very come hither look as she squeezed her breast. Her hard nipples easy to detect through the thin fabric of her blouse and lacey bra.

Slowly, she pulled her finger between those wet lips, the length of her finger gliding over her love button before she pressed down and then pulled her hand completely way. "We should probably stop then, wouldn't want to keep you from finishing up here. And it's your turn to ask me something," she gave Jasmine an impish grin as she played her little game. Then she raised her index finger to her lips, wrapping them around in it before slowly sucking Jasmine off of her finger.
 
Jasmine licked her lips and moaned maybe a bit too loud as Reese's finger was pulled away from her pussy. Nothing could stop her from fucking this naughty little minx now. All she could think about was getting her mouth on that tasty virgin cunt and not pulling it off until Reese had screamed her name and gone limp. She almost wanted it more than she wanted her blood, if such a thing were possible. And then she could see those nipples poking through the fabric and she grinned a bit. With Reese detached from her for the moment, she wiped her forehead (not that she sweat) and straightened her skirt out, trying to compose herself again.

"I guess... I have two questions, you naughty little..." she cleared her throat. "First, how old are you? I should've asked before. Second, tell me about a kinky fantasy you like. Gay, straight, I don't care. Because I bet you've got tons of naughty thoughts. A nice rape fantasy, maybe? Or maybe a cute teacher you knew in high school? What do you say?"
 
Reese watched as Jasmine gathered herself, biting back a smile so that it wasn't too obvious how much she was enjoying this. Jasmine had genuinely apologized for how things happened last time, but this was so much better than an apology. She placed her elbow on the counter and rested her chin in her hand, blinking at the bespectacled woman as innocently as she could while she waited to hear what those questions were, and longed to know what sort of naughty words Jasmine might be thinking of to describe Reese.

"Just turned eighteen," she said as she flicked her eyes down and crossed her legs. She took a moment before answering the next question, there were just so many to choose from and she didn't want to scare Jasmine away. There was definitely a teacher or two she would have liked to have taken a ride on. For a couple of weeks she thought about giving the entire football team a turn. And there was that hostess at the goth club that was always in PVC who was really nice to her, she would have loved for her to sit on her face. But Reese settled on something she thought, for some reason, Jasmine might like. "I've had a reoccurring fantasy about a being preyed upon, stalked and then lured into a false sense of security before I'm taken, every part of me taken by whoever or whatever has been stalking me. And that's just the beginning as I'm stripped down to nothing before being conditioned, built up into what my captor wants me to be. Or being shown that I always have been just the thing they were looking for."

Her dark chocolate brown eyes were some place far away as she looked beyond Jasmine before her eyes refocused and she smiled as sweetly as she came back to reality. "Sort of like a rape fantasy, I guess," she mumbled and shrugged, playing it off as if it wasn't a big deal to her.
 
Jasmine listened to Reese's little fantasy as her eyes glazed over, imagining it. These days she couldn't stand to be under someone's control like that... not for that long anyway. She could play games where she was the sub, but she'd been under the heels of more than a dozen Kindred since she'd been Embraced and she was pretty done with it. Still, what was hot was imagining Reese just in that position she described. Broken down to nothing but a toy to be used and fucked. What an incredibly sexual person Reese had turned out to be. Oh, they could certainly play those games. Jasmine's lust was clouding her judgment too; more and more she wanted to Embrace her just so she'd keep that young hot body forever.

"You... are a sexually creative person. That's a hot fantasy. You seemed so shy just last week." Jasmine grinned. "You're surprising me. I like women who surprise me." She giggled. "I thought I might try to seduce you when I saw you, but it was more like... I just gave you a nudge and you took it from there. Which is just fine by me." Her voice lowered and she looked right in Reese's eyes. "You hot, nasty little slut."
 
Sexually creative. That wasn't really the words she ever would have chosen to describe herself as she took great measures to make sure no one knew how much of a little pervert she was. She didn't want to be judged like that. For some reason, she just felt at ease with Jasmine. Well, she didn't always at first but then all of a sudden, after being around her for a minute or so, she wanted nothing more than to be all up in that and vice versa. Besides, as shy as Reese was, it was really just a nervousness about going there but once she was there, she found it was easy to get back. So, she was sure this wasn't the last of shy Reese, she was just comfortable here with Jasmine.

Reese took a deep breath when she was called out of her name like that, she should have been offended but she only giggled, her cheeks hot as she looked away. Her eyes roamed over Jasmine before settling back on her face, "And how would you know that I'm any of those things? Maybe I'm all talk. Maybe I'm just a tease," she noted with a quirk of her brow. She was really enjoying playing this part, but there butterflies doing somersaults in her tummy as she thought of what might happen when Jasmine decided to make her nut up.
 
"Either way you're going to be back at my place getting touched in ways you never thought possible," Jasmine responded with a little twist of her head. How hot things had gotten in here, how hot Reese had made them. "In fact, how about we make that happen?"

She reached into the front of her shirt, into her bra, and pulled out a cell phone. Eyes on Reese, she dialed for a cab and asked to be picked up. She snapped the phone closed and then just stared at Reese, waiting for her to react.
 
Reese gave a nervous chortle when Jasmine told her what was going to happen at her place, and she quirked her eyebrow when she threatened to make that a reality. She shifted in her chair a bit as she watched her pull a cellphone out of her bra. Whatever she did for a living, it must have paid pretty decent as she didn't see many people walking around with flip phones. Her eyes narrowed as she waited to see what it was Jasmine was up to, her eyes going wide when she realized she was calling a cab. Her lips sat slightly agape as it was starting to settle in that this was actually going to happen.

She seemed to shrink as she leaned down to pick her backpack off the floor and stood up as she swung it over her shoulder. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom really quick, back in a jiff," she said as calmly as she could before scurrying off. She looked herself in the mirror and tried to calm herself down from freaking out. Mostly took some very deep breaths and reminded herself that this was the exact reason she'd come here.

"It's not like she's a serial killer or anything. Everything is going to go well and you're totally not going to get clingy because you know this is just a fling."
 
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Jasmine waited patiently, crossing her arms. She activated her Auspex discipline just to feel out what the sweet little girl was doing. Standing by the mirror... talking to herself? Something like that. Jasmine smiled. The poor thing had all her bravado sucked away now that her fantasy was becoming a reality. But Jazz wouldn't have it any other way. The girl was going to lose her virginity. She wanted her to be putty. She liked that.

She could sense Winifred too, and was surprised not to feel her looking back at her. Was she so young and inexperienced that she hadn't trained her Auspex at all yet? Or was she simply focused on something else.

Jasmine checked the time on her phone. The cab was going to arrive any minute. Pretty soon she'd have to knock on the door to the bathroom.
 
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