Hungry?

I showered, edging myself several times but leaving my throbbing member excited for action. I didn't know if all this flirting would lead anywhere, but just the thrill of feeling horny around this girl was exciting.

Charissa didn't come back from her run until I was already back in the kitchen. "Hey Seth," she called as she came in through the front door.

"Hey there," I replied from the kitchen. "How was your run?" She joined me, glistening with sweat and smiling broadly.

"It was super hot. And no, I didn't remember to put on sunscreen!"

"Charissa!" I protested. "Did you get burned?"

"What do you think?" she asked, holding her arms above her head and spinning around. My eyes scanned her body, from her silky arms down her toned legs, lingering on her exposed back, belly, and boob bulges.

"Well, you look good to me," I said with a smile. "Looks like no burn this time."

"Great, then nothing to worry about!" she said. "I'm going to hop in the shower."

"Sounds good," I said. "I'll make lunch."

"Thanks!" she said as she headed to the basement. A few minutes later, she came back up wearing only her large white towel. I tried not to stare as she entered the bathroom, and once again, I noticed that the door was left ever-so-slightly ajar. Our floor is super-creaky, so I didn't dare to try to sneak over there to watch her get into the shower - but one the water was on, I once again treated myself to a peek at her silhouette behind the clear-but-opaque shower curtain.

I prepared chicken salad sandwiches, mincing last night's leftover chicken with mayo, pickles, garlic, and paprika and spreading it over soft white bread. I was bringing the sandwiches to the dining room table just as Charissa came out of the bathroom, again wrapped in her towel.

"Oh my God, those look amazing!" she said. "I'm starving. Can we eat now?"

"Um, yeah, of course!" I stammered, surprised that she didn't want to get dressed first. She sat right down at the dining room table, crossed her long, naked legs, and bit into the sandwich.

"This is delicious, Seth, thank you!" she said.

"My pleasure," I said, relishing my own sandwich and, especially, the company I was keeping. "And I'm glad to see you're feeling comfortable around me."

"Yes, I really do," she said with a broad smile. "I used to love to eat in my dorm room after a shower before getting dressed, and this is just so luxurious. Thanks for being cool."

"Of course," I said, noticing her towel slipping just a little down her ample cleavage.

We chatted about the neighborhood and exercise while we enjoyed our sandwiches, and then Charissa went back downstairs to change. She returned a few minutes later in a delightful red top that looked--yes, I think so!--as if she weren't wearing a bra.

We took advantage of the time without the kids to hang out just the two of us. We played a game of Scrabble (I crushed her even though I was trying to go easy on her), and we worked together to tidy up the kids' rooms. I did want to get some work done, so I excused myself to my laptop. She pulled out a book and read on the couch while I tapped away at the dining room table. It was so peaceful and lovely, I didn't want it to end.

Of course, the kids eventually came back from their playdates. I fed everyone dinner (lasagna as a special treat) and put the kids to bed. Around 9pm, as I was working again at the dining room table, Charissa came up from the basement. "Want to watch a movie?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. "I'll be right down."