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"You can do this." She told herself finally before taking another look at her makeup and powdering her face, even though she really didn't need to, it was just a way to waste more time. She was out of the bathroom just moments before the cab pulled up, but as she walked over to Jasmine it seemed that she was having trouble looking directly at her. Despite all of her pep talking in the bathroom, she still couldn't believe that she was about to go home with Jasmine.

"Cab's here," she said pointing towards the door, "you ready?"

Reese didn't wait for an answer and pushed to door open as she shouted over her shoulder, "See ya, Fred!" She hopped into the cab and slid over to the other side to make room for Jasmine, holding her longboard between her legs.

"Do you live far from here," she asked, slightly concerned about how she was going to get home later tonight... tomorrow morning? God, what was she getting herself into?
 
"Nice to see you," Jasmine said with a smile as the little hottie emerged from the bathroom. She yelled to Winifred that she'd be locking the door on the way out. And so she did.

Jasmine sat down in the cab. "It's about a ten-minute drive. It's right next to Venture Tower, pretty much." Jasmine eyed Reese's longboard and had to work hard not to grin at her. "But honestly, I wasn't going to make you go there. Maybe there's another place you'd be more comfortable? I understand it's a bit intimidating."

The cabbie didn't seem to be listening. Just waiting for instructions.
 
Reese knew that she had change for a payphone if she needed and enough cash for a cab, so she wasn't too worried. But she looked up curiously when Jasmine mentioned Venture Tower, she had heard about that on the news. "Wasn't there some kinda shoot out there and bombs going off or something? Must've been scary if you were home when that was goin' down. But... uh my place or yours, I'm fine with either." She shrugged as if it was no big deal. She couldn't really think of anywhere else they could go that would be private, and her mom had been out on a bender the last few days so it'd be nice to not be in an empty apartment.

"You're not making me do anything, by the way," she looked up as she reminded Jasmine of that, challenging her almost.
 
Jasmine had to turn her head to hide her grin. She hadn't been there for the first small attack on the tower... but she had been the second, much larger attack on the tower. The janitors must have been sweeping up bullet casings for weeks on the streets and on the floors that hadn't exploded. She would never forget LaCroix's maniacal, insane laughter just before the fucking bomb went off and shut him up for good.

"Yeah, fucking terrorists," she said. "Could hear it all from the apartment, see the explosions. It was nuts. Good thing they caught them so quickly." She sighed. "Anyway, I vote your place. Just so you're more comfortable and don't think I'm trying to get you somewhere."
 
"Oh, man. That's horrible. Glad you're ok. That would have fucked me up."

The fact that Jasmine said that stuff about wanting her to be comfortable only made Reese more suspicious of her. Most of her suspicions before now were being stomped out as nonsense, but as far as she was concerned, this was an obvious ploy. She folded her arms, pushing her ample bosoms up so they were more noticeable as she smirked at Jasmine. "That doesn't mean you aren't up to something," she said as she took a moment to go over her options. Honestly, she didn't want Jasmine to see her living conditions and start feeling bad for her, but she also didn't want to have to deal with getting back home.

Reese pointed a finger towards the cabbie and kept her eyes on Jasmine, "Give the man your address, Jazz."
 
Jasmine tilted her head and looked at Reese curiously. She could have used her Auspex discipline to suss out what the girl was thinking, but she knew she would feel it. She wouldn't know what it was, but it wouldn't help her discomfort at any rate. So Jasmine refrained, content with guessing. She liked the game anyway. Not that she particularly cared where they ended up doing it anyway. Reese would be too well fucked to remember where she was by the end, either way.

"Skyeline Apartments, please," she said, and then settled back with a knowing grin, watching Reese out of the corner of her eye, her fingernail at her lips. Looking delightfully seductive and coy as she waited for the drive through the dark L.A. streets to bring them to the next stage of her seduction.
 
Reese was always happy with her tough girl act, it got results among people her age and apparently it worked with adults too. Though she obviously had no idea just what she was getting herself into and was currently baiting herself into a false sense of security, she felt like she'd won somehow at that moment. Like she'd just gotten some small victory in whatever game they were playing. She had no idea that Jasmine was at least ten moves ahead of her.

The young woman leaned into Jasmine, resting her head on her shoulder as she reached up to take her hand away from her mouth and held it in her hand, interweaving their fingers and hooking their arms. Her breasts pressed against Jasmine's arm, "Next time, you're gonna have to take me on a date first," she chuckled.
 
Jasmine thought about that. She didn't want to seal the deal just yet... she had to get to know the girl for at least a few days before deciding to spend eternity with her. Or at least to make it possible to try. But the two most important traits - her intelligence and her willingness to study - had been fairly well established so far. Now, primarily, Jasmine had to see how they'd get along when they weren't fucking. But first they had to fuck to settle the urge a bit.

"Okay," Jasmine answered. "It just so happens that I co-own a nightclub. We could go there next time. We have hot girls dancing in cages and I could bring you real close. And all the free drinks you want." She grinned.
 
"Seriously," Reese exclaimed as she pulled away from Jasmine. That sounded like an awesome way to spend a night, but then... What did someone like Jasmine want with her? Her excitement turned to disbelief. "Like, this isn't gonna be some one time thing? You actually want to take me somewhere and like hang out?"

She couldn't believe it, she had assumed that they would probably mess around and then she'd never hear from Jasmine again. And while she liked her, she had to be realistic. Realistically, losing her V-card to someone like Jasmine was beyond insane and not something she could pass up. But she didn't expect Jasmine's intentions to go beyond that, she expected some kind of half way answer that wasn't really an answer when she mentioned a date.
 
"What? Sure I do. We at least have overlapping interests, don't we? Might as well see where it goes." Jasmine looked out the window. They were rounding Venture Tower. Just another block.

"See? That's the club. The thing that looks like a church." She pointed as they drove past. "Actually it used to be a church. In that lovely, dark gothic style. But now it's a nightclub with a lot of naked women and I partly own it." She smirked. The cab pulled to a stop in front of the apartment building.

"Here," Jazz said as she handed the driver his money and they began to get out.
 
Reese was still a little gobsmacked and still wasn’t sure she believed Jasmine, but she was definitely down to see things through. Before she could say anything, the club she might being going to was pointed out to her. She just loved those cathedral style churches with their buttresses and gargoyle statues. But to make it into nightclub, that was genius.

“That’s sick,” she smiled as they passed, she was really looking forward to going. And it had taken her mind off of what was to come tonight, until the cab rolled to a halt. She slid out of the cab and looked up at the impressive building, it was really nice. The darkness made everything a bit creepy but it was obviously one of the nicer apartments.

She followed Jasmine inside, “So you do research for the CSU library and are co-owner of a nightclub. Any other hobbies, Miss Renaissance Woman?”
 
"If only you knew," Jasmine said with sarcastic menace to hide some real menace lurking beneath the surface.

She took Reese in, through the drab little lobby, into the drab little elevator. "Each floor is its own apartment, y'know," she mentioned as the elevator went up. And kept going. It was taking its time. Jasmine was very aware of the little hottie in the cramped space with her hot little friend, who she grinned at, as if she knew she could just stop the elevator and play out all sorts of naughty little porn fantasies in here. But after a moment, the elevator dinged.

With a giggle, Jasmine stepped out and opened up her apartment door. "After you madam. Make yourself at home."
 
An entire floor to herself, that had to have been expensive. Jasmine didn’t seem like the type to just live off of mommy and daddy, so she was starting to think she was getting involved with a drug dealer. She prayed that wasn’t the case because she would definitely have to go running in the other direction and she didn’t want to do that.

Reese held her arm, occasionally glancing at Jasmine who was just watching her. Probably thinking about something pornographic, when the elevator dinged. She looked around a bit before leaning her board against the wall next to the door and making her way over to the coach. She tossed her bag there and then plopped down herself.

“Nice place,” she said, not sure what kind of casual conversation consenting adults usually had before bumping uglies.
 
Jasmine just grinned at her awkwardness. The way she put the board down, sat down. The way she didn't know what to do or say. Just adorable.Jasmine slipped off her shoes, so only her stockings covered her feet, and she made her way behind Reese, reaching out to touch her shoulder as she went. "Let me get you something to drink. Maybe it'll help relax you." She knew it wouldn't, of course, for a young version about to fuck someone she thought was really hot.

It was a ruse, you see, and she came back holding something that wasn't a drink. She bent over behind Reese, kissing the top of her head (her hair smelled nice) while her hand crept around the front of the girl's neck, easing her head to one side. Jasmine knew it must have been a bit scary. But scary was exciting.

And that's when she slowly drew the corner of the ice cube she'd been holding up the side of Reese's neck. Oh, she took her time, right from the base to just under the ear. And she whispered, "Does that feel nice?"
 
“Yeah, totally,” she chirped, knowing full well that one drink wasn’t going to relax her and enough drinks was just going to make her black out. And while she was terribly nervous, she wanted to remember this. But she wasn’t going to turn down Jasmine’s hospitality and it did make her feel more grown up.

When Jasmine returned to kiss her head, taking in the scent of her strawberry scented shampoos, Reese smiled at how sweet that gesture was. It was so gentle. Then she felt Jasmine’s hand inch around her neck and she could feel her heart beating in her throat. She gripped the hem of her skirt, much like she had tugged on her hoodie. She thought to ask what Jasmine was up to but those words never made it to her lips.

The feeling of something sharp against her neck made her gasp and jerk a bit, but she calmed herself when she realized it was just ice. Water trickling down, tickling her as it melted against her warm skin. Then ther was Jasmine’s warm breath tickling her ear, the sensation spreading to other hot spots on her body. “Mhm,” she hummed while biting her lower lip.
 
Jasmine giggled. "Of course you do. It feels nice." She hummed, tilting her head down to suckle the trickling water on her neck, even as she rubbed the ice around the front of it, down on her collar, where her shirt began. Just gently.

"I'm sorry, I don't really have the willpower to make small-talk, pet," she whispered, in that sultry tone she had first used on Reese a week ago. "Because I've wanted you so badly since the first time I saw you. I imagined doing this..." she touched her tongue to the bottom of Reese's neck, and dragged it up to her ear. "And I imagined doing so many other things to your delicious little body. Now you're here, handing me your virginity on a silver platter." She nipped that cute little ear. "And I can honestly say I'm probably as excited as you. And I have no need to hide it anymore."
 
Who knew that something as silly as an ice cube on her neck could feel so good? Who knew that could drive her absolutely wild before they’d even gotten undressed. Jasmine knew that and it was that moment that Reese realized she was in trouble. She loved the names she called her, especially the naughty ones. She loved that tone she got that made her want to do any and everything she wanted. More than anything, she loved being wanted.

She took deep breaths, trying to keep her wits about her when she slowly dragged her tongue up her neck. She pressed her knees together as she could feel that familiar warmth start to grow within her. The idea that taking her virginity was exciting Jasmine only aroused her even more. She sat up on her knees and turned to face Jasmine before slowly unbuttoning her blouse, her nervous fingers fumbling with them.

“I don’t think you ever were hiding it,” she gave a bashful smile.
 
"Only a little," Jasmine answered, curiously watching Reese get up and turn around. After a moment, the girl started to undo her blouse, which was a little surprising... in a very good way. Briefly, Jasmine considered tossing the ice cube into her cleavage, but that would just be cruel. The thought made her grin though, as did the sight. Jasmine loved that Reese could be as generally submissive as she was but still do things like this on her own. It was wonderful.

"Mm, take it off," she said, reaching over and tracing the widening 'v' of Reese's top with her finger. "Yeah, undo your shirt, pet." She liked that name for her. "And then pull your bra down. You don't have to keep it down if you don't want; we'll get it off soon. But pull it down, and show me those tits you've been saving just for me."
 
Seeing the way Jasmine grinned at the sight of her unbuttoning her shirt made her flush let out a breathy, short laugh as she averted her eyes. Then Jasmine started giving her orders, which she appreciated because she could take some intiative but would soon be lost as to what to do next. Her blouse was completely undone so that a lace, mostly see through bra with a little red bow at the center was visible. She she let the blouse fall away from her shoulders and onto the floor before she pulled it down so her perky breasts bounced in place as she glanced from under her bangs to see Jasmine’s reaction.

Had she been saving them just for her? She supposed she had or she hoped she was the person she’d been saving this moment for. Her pale skin seemed to glow like the moon in the dimly lit room, her pink nipples standing at attention as her breasts hung firm. They looked bigger than they really were on her petite frame but they were nothing more than generous handfuls. “Take it off for me,” she asked quietly. She just really wanted Jasmine to touch her.
 
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Jasmine had seduced a lot of women, but honestly, she didn't usually seduce them this far. She'd get them alone somewhere in public and then feed. Not enough for permanent damage. The last person she had sex with was Jeanette Voerman, the Malkavian Kindred who taught her how to do it as a vampire. How to redirect the blood so she could feel horny again, so she could get wet, and everything else that came with sex. It didn't come naturally to a vampire. In fact, the vast majority of them were incapable of even being interested in sex. Not without that training.

So despite her aptitude at seduction, this was a rare sight for Jasmine. In fact, Jeanette was the only woman Jasmine had ever done it with. She'd experimented a bit in college but never gone too far. But this, this was pure gold, in front of her. That cute emo hair, those blushing cheeks as she shyly bared her breathtakingly gorgeous breasts. Jasmine inhaled sharply through her teeth as she saw them. "Oh baby, you are beautiful..."

She came in close, wrapping her arms around Reese, her head slipping down so she could kiss those lovely tits. Just once for each, to tease her and make her want more. The bra was undone in a snap, and Jasmine pulled back to remove it entirely. "Your breasts are incredible, Reese," she said as she cupped one, giving a testing squeeze. "And all mine."
 
Sitting up on her knees, exposing herself to Jasmine had her heart fluttering like a humming birds wings. It felt like forever as her cheeks grew hotter with every passing second, the urge to cover herself becoming more and more difficult to ignore. Her heavy chest rising and falling gently when she heard a sweet compliment from Jasmine. As Jasmine bowed her head to lightly kiss each of her breasts, Reese reached out to wrap her arms about her neck. The poor virgin felt awkward and uncertain about what to do with her hands. She was uncertain about what to do next entirely and felt a panic start to rise in her when her bra popped off.

“And all mine.”

Those were words she longed to hear, they made her loins tremble and felt a sudden urge to pounce. But she could never pass up a chance to make snarky comments. “All yours for tonight,” she smirked before biting her lower lip. It was less of a threat that she might share with anyone else and more of a way to remind herself this might be a short lived fling. She let her arms fall away from Jasmine’s shoulders and pulled her arms out of the bra straps before tossing it on the floor behind her.
 
"Just tonight? Oh no," Jasmine said, grabbing Reese under her shoulders and pushing her down onto the couch, on her back. She swung her leg over the furniture and was soon straddling the girl. Her hands found those soft breasts, gently squeezing and kneading with literally supernatural dexterity - it would feel better than any other manual stimulation of her tits ever had. And while she did that, Jasmine leaned down to sweetly kiss Reese's red lips, and then her jaw, and then bite her ear a little harder than before. Her thumbs grazed Reese's nipples.

"No, that won't do," she whispered, sliding the tip of her tongue around the rim of Reese's ear. "Remember that little fantasy you told me? Well, I'll do a little bit of it for you. Just a little bit. By the end of the night, you will willingly give yourself to me. You will tell me that your body belongs to me. I'll make you want to tell me." She pulled back with a grin, and then kissed Reese again, harder, thrusting her tongue possessively.
 
Reese nodded playfully and giggled as she was pushed onto her back and mounted. This was really happening and it was happening with hot, intelligent, super poised chick that Reese was convinced was out of her league. She wasn’t given much time to relish that thought before Jasmine started toying with her breasts, those firm but malleable mounds of flesh, in the most delightful way. She pressed her lips against Jasmine’s, craning her neck up as she pulled away to then kiss her jaw as she let out a pleasurable sigh. No one had ever made her feel this good just getting to second base. Her breath caught when she felt a sharp nip at her ear, her entire body tended and waited for the pain to stop and when she relaxed, she felt more relaxed than before. But she was eager to take more from her lover.

A sweet little whimper escaped her when felt something almost like being tickled at her ear, it mimicked the feeling between her legs, a sensation that begged to be quelled with vigorous friction and intensified it at the same time. She listened to Jasmine make threats or promises and her hear thumped loud as her breaths became shorter. Her lust, her desire completely overtook her as she pressed her tongue against Jasmine’s as she reach up to curl her fingers in her hair. Her hips grinding into Jasmine longingly before she pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes.

“Make me your filthy little whore,” she demanded breathily.

Reese was shy and more than a bit skiddish around people she didn’t know well. But she was not at all innocent.
 
Those unexpected but very much not unwanted words made Jasmine grin widely, evilly. "Oh Reese," she said, "but you already are."

And with that she could bear it no longer, leaning forward, lowering her head and attacking those perfect tits. She started right on the nipple, opening her mouth wide to get as much of that sweet soft skin as possible. Her lips then slowly closed around the perky bud, finally grasping and suckling it while Jasmine let out a deeply satisfied little moan. Then, switching to the other breast, she attacked it the same way, with firm sucks and soft bites, all the while her hand came up to squeeze and play with the first one.

She shook her head, as if she was trying to get more. She had never seen a pair of tits that she was so enamored with, and she worked hard to suck and bite and kiss them as much as she needed too. Pretty soon there were even a few hickies and bite marks here and there. "Oh god, Reese, these tits..."
 
That evil grin and declaration of what she was made Reese a bit nervous again. Her wide eyes blinking at the woman on top of her, turned on by her prowess but also worried about just what she was getting herself into. Was she really ready to give herself up to someone like in her fantasies? She had been waiting for this moment a very long time and now that it was here, she was thinking of turning back.

Fortunately for her, Jasmine was good at this and had no intention of letting her think too hard on that. Before she could think to object, the sensation of her wet mouth toying with her tits and sensitive nipples had her wiggling helplessly beneath her. Reese’s lips parted to let out sweet moans and whimpers of pleasure. An occasional hiss of pain when she bit down a little too hard but it was always followed by giggles.

It brought her so much joy to know that Jasmine was so taken with her tits. She glanced down to see all of the love bites she left and was excited to see where else she would leave them. She smiled, her eyes slightly hooded as she was still swimming in bliss. She reached up to push a few stray strands out of Jasmine’s beautiful face, “Are they your favorite?”
 
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