She's in!

"Hey, Rachel," you announce your return. "Feeling any better?"

"Ugh... maybe" she responds from her bedroom upstairs. Maybe this is a bad time to invite her to a party, you chuckle to yourself.

She definitely looks better when she emerges down the stairs though, giving you a gorgeous, if somewhat tired smile. She has applied some makeup since you left, as the hangover-induced dark circles under her eyes are gone. She has also changed into a tight fitting top and skinny jeans, showing off her breathtaking body. Despite living with her for over a month, you are still regularly caught off guard by how incredible she looks. You feel your cock twitch in your pants just from looking at her.

"How was the gym?" she asks with an amused smile, obviously very aware of the fact that you're checking her out again. To your relief, she doesn't seem to mind. At the risk of wishful thinking, you think she even looks a bit aroused by witnessing the effect she's having on you.

"Oh, same old, I guess" you snap out of your daydreaming, too overwhelmed by her beauty to come up with a witty answer.

"Guess I'm a bit hungover too," you excuse yourself, your cheeks feeling warm. Rachel chuckles and looks at you knowingly.

"You're not very subtle..." she quips flirtatiously behind you as you're heading into the living room. Your cock twitches again, and you turn around to look at her. She's showing off that same naughty smile she did last night.

"What's that?" you ask in a faux-innocent tone.

"Oh, nothing," she smirks. "But I'm flattered, John. It's a hard compliment to fake..."

With that, she heads up the stairs again, her hips swaying in an exaggeratedly sexy manner with each step. You stare as if hypnotised at her until she's out of sight, too amazed by her perfect body to take your eyes off of her, even if you had wanted to. You then look down at your crotch, and discover that you've grown a full-blown erection, very clearly visible through your jeans.

"Rachel," you begin, looking up from your laptop screen.

"Mhm?" Rachel is sitting on the couch again, her eyes pointed at her own laptop.

"Do you have any plans for next Friday?" you ask her. To be honest you would be surprised if she did. Come to think of it, she has spent every Friday since moving in here hanging out with you.

"Beer, Halo and pizza?" she suggests, smirking at you. "I'm not particularly in the mood for more drinking right now, so you should probably wait with that suggestion" she laughs.

"Close," you admit, chuckling. "My friend Scott and his girlfriend Lisa are hosting a house party..."

"So you were going to suggest more drinking" Rachel feigns an outraged facial expression. "What kind of lady do you think I am, John?!"

She looks thoughtfully down at her laptop screen for a moment, before beaming you a genuine smile.

"Sure, I'm in."