There was a girl. . .

"Well," you say, "there was this one girl I knew back in high school. She had the most beautiful hair I had ever seen, long flowing curls of spun gold..." Venus interrupts you "I remember now! Heather was her name, and I don't think it was her hair that you liked the most. It was the view from behind, I believe"

"Wha... I thought you said you couldn't read minds?" you sputter.

"I can't," replies Venus, her fingers walking up and down your chest, "but I am a Goddess. My vision is wide and I see the little details. I remember you doodling pictures of her ass in your notebooks"

You blush, "You saw that?"

"That--and how you were masturbating in your room that day she came over to your house to work on that physics report with you." Venus says smiling, "She almost caught you didn't she?"

You remember just how close that was. You were midway through your senior year. You were thinking about how she was coming over that night. You knew she only asked to be your partner to get a good grade, but just to be near her was worth it. Every day she would come into class and lean over the teacher's desk, asking this question or that. You had a seat right up in front; so every day you got a great view of her. She was a gymnast she so her muscles were tight and firm, but she also had the curves of an old time playboy playmate. The combination of those two made everyone, even the male teachers who knew they weren't supposed to look, just sigh and shake their heads as she walked by. Your mind was so fixated on that ass as you jerked off, that you didn't even hear as your mother let her into your house and told her you were upstairs waiting for her. You were literally in the process of cumming when you heard her knock on your door and ask to come in. You scrambled to clean yourself and zip up. When you finally let her in, you made up some lame excuse about tidying up your room, which she seemed to buy.

Venus puts her head on your shoulder and says, "I can recreate that moment, but let her catch you, if you want"

"You can send me back in time?" you ask.

"No, I can't do that, but I can make you look and feel that young again, and I can change myself into her. Not just look like her, but act like her, or I can look like her but act how you always wanted her to act. I can recreate your bedroom or the physics classroom where she gave those little shows, what ever you want, just ask."