Rachel’s offering…

Rachel walked into her apartment, pulling Caleb close behind and leading him inside.

She could feel his eyes peering down as they walked, watching the curves of her ass that peaked out below her shirt. It hadn’t been as big or as long as Rachel had initially thought, but she didn’t care. She liked what she was feeling, and smiled, knowing that he was looking at her, and most importantly, he was still interested. She wasn’t sure how she knew where he was looking, but she didn’t question it, and just noted it, adding it to the growing list of changes she was experiencing.

Her grin widened as his eyes lingered, so she began to sway a little extra for him… teasing his eyes with a little sensual provocation, and a little sneak peak. She was careful, though, not to be too dramatic about it. Lest I look ridiculous, she thought, but enough, so that he would definitely notice.

Her senses flared, feeling the intensity of his lusting eyes surge, and suddenly, more...

A longing…? She thought. It was almost as if she was suddenly able, on some level, to feel his mind.

I long for you, too… Caleb… she replied silently.

Her mind suddenly lurched, racing with images flooding her mind, of Caleb taking her. Right there. It was vivid, and reminiscent of what had happened right before Caleb’s arrival.

~His hands grabbing her hips as she readied herself, and braced against the nearby wall. Her breathing heavy in anxious anticipation, as she heard his pants drop to the floor. Feeling his cock suddenly push into her and entering her from behind. Roughly. No foreplay. She turned to him then, feeling her cheeks blush a deep red, and gasping as he made it a little deeper inside of her, with each subsequent thrust.~

She shook off her abnormally raw fantasies, and looked back to him.

He was caught.

He quickly glanced up, meeting her eyes, and grinned at her with a smirk. Guilty.

Rachel’s mind felt suddenly confused. Disoriented. Did that… come from him…?

Or from me??

And… did he see it too?

In spite of her racing thoughts and sudden/unexpected fantasies, she grinned back at him, quickly, curling the side of her smile in response to his smirk, and squeezed his hand affectionately before releasing it.

“Do you think I look like a sloppy mermaid, Caleb?” She poked at him playfully, moving things along from the awkward moment that may-or-may-not have just passed between them, and tossed her long dangling wet hair side-to-side as she continued on into the apartment.

He chuckled, amused by her, and turned to shut the apartment door behind him, being sure to lock it.

“For sure,” he responded without hesitation, teasing her right back.

She GASPED, loudly and dramatically, pretending to be offended.

“But!” he said, interrupting her show of drama, “The most beautiful sloppy mermaid I’ve ever laid my eyes on…”

Something hit him in the face as he turned back around. He stood there for a moment, stunned, before realizing it was her shirt.

He slowly pulled it away.

“That was the right answer.” She teased him, biting her lower lip seductively as she looked down, luring his eyes to her offering, like a siren calling to her prey. Caleb’s eyes followed her lead, looking her up and down, stunned.

She stood there, nearly nude, decorated with a blue laced lingerie that covered only her delicates. She was lightly tanned, and her body’s soft feminine curves accented the tightness of months of vigorous volleyball practice, giving her a stunningly sexy appearance.

Caleb knew she was hot, but he wasn’t expecting this. This was next-level hot.

He didn’t feel worthy, but continued to look anyway.

She grinned at him alluringly, pleased with the way his eyes were ravishing her.