Re-enter Rachel

I pull up to Rachel’s grandparents’ house a few minutes early. True to her word, she has kept hiring me, and most of our appointments have been here—apparently they’ve decided to spend most of their time at their second home, so her house-sitting responsibility has morphed into a primary residence. I knock on the door; she opens it, and my jaw bounces off the cement walk.

Rachel answers the door wearing a bustier in a bold, vivid red satin with black lace, trim, and garter straps; she has a black robe on over it, but it’s a diaphanous silk thing that can only technically be said to cover her body. Her stockings are fine red fishnet, and her red heels are high. The bustier laces up the front, and not as tightly as it might, leaving her lush body exposed down the middle. Her panties are a matching red satin with a black lace mesh panel down the middle—and clips on the sides, so they can be removed without taking off the stockings. She giggles at my stunned expression, then pirouettes, showing off a flawless bare ass with a scrap of black lace emerging from her crack.

When she lands to face me again, Rachel says slyly, “You like?”

I have to clear my throat a few times before I can muster up anything coherent. “Very much,” I choke out. “It’s . . . quite a change.”

Rachel giggles again with delight. She reaches out to take my arm and draw me inside. “I told you, you make me feel sexy,” she purrs. “I’ve decided I like feeling sexy. My grandparents are paying me a lot to watch their house, so I have money to spend; I decided to spend some of it on nice lingerie, so I can feel sexy more often. It’s fun wearing this under my clothes when I go to class.” She giggles some more and blushes. “It’s fun imagining what Dr. Schraube would say if he knew.” Dr. Schraube is a young professor whom a lot of the girls find really attractive; he’s really energetic in class, but shy and a little awkward otherwise. What he would say if he knew . . . well, that could go a number of different ways.

Rachel leads me up to her bedroom. I gather her in my arms, my hands quickly finding her amazing ass, and give her a long, sensual kiss with plenty of tongue-play. To my surprise, I soon feel her hands at my waist undoing my belt. I pull back and look at her. Before I can formulate my question, she blushes furiously and drops her eyes. “I’m on the pill,” she mutters in a rush. “I decided—I decided I want you to take my virginity.”