You catch her masturbating.

"... me catching you masturbating, which is honestly one of mine too. Once I break eye-contact you will go to your room and put on the clothes you usually sleep in. As you do you will think of me and begin to become sexually aroused. You will then get into bed your arousal will continue to increase. The hornier you get, the hotter you will feel until you have to kick off all the bedclothes, including you sheets. The moment you do so your arousal will increase tenfold and you will be unable to stop yourself masturbating, with your eyes closed, thinking of me. As you touch your pussy you will groan loudly. When you hear my voice you will open your eyes and act just as you do in the fantasy you have where I catch you masturbating."

You break eye-contact and watch Teresa walk toward her room. Once she is inside you hurry off yo your own room and remove all your clothes (you sleep naked, and Teresa probably knows that, so you likely appear that way in her fantasies) before putting on a robe and going back to the door of her room. You wait until you hear her groan before quietly opening the door.

You look inside and see Teresa, eyes closed and shirt open, her left hand massaging her right breast, her right hand shoved into her shorts working frantically.

You watch for a second, enjoying the show before speaking up. "Are-are you O.k?... Oh ... Oh sorry ... I-I'll just..."

"NO!" cries Teresa, her eyes shooting open and her 'self-ministration' ceasing "DON'T-don't go."

"Really?" you ask.

"Really!" she says, taking her hand off her breast and becoming yo you with it. "Come here!"

"O-O.k." you say approaching the bed.

"I've got a confession to make." she says looking up at you as you reach her, "I was thinking about you when I was touching myself..."

"Really?" you ask.

"Yes." she admits "I do it quite a lot. In fact you are the reason I'm touching myself. Thinking of you made me so horny I couldn't sleep."

"So thinking about me turns you on?" you ask, feinting surprise.

"Yes. That's why I'm so mean to you because I don't want to be attracted to you but I can't help myself. I think you're the same way."

"I'm not mean!" you say.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant. I meant you're attracted to me too, aren't you? You jack off thinking about me like I do you, don't you?"

"Yes" you admit.

"Mmm" says Teresa "So do you fantasise about catching me like this, all hot and horny?"

"Yes" you admit.

"And what do you do to me when you catch me?"

"I ravish you." you say.

"How?" she asks.

"I kiss you all over staring with your ..."

"Show don't tell. Show me how you ravish me in your fantasies".

You aren't about to turn down that invitation and prepare to do exactly what you've thought about doing to her ever since she first moved in.

"First close your eyes" you say wanting to ravish her without your sunglasses getting in the way or accidently entrancing her. "Second take your hands out of your shorts. Your orgasms are now all my responsibility and privilege."

"Orgasms plural, huh?" she says, doing as instructed. "Let's see if you're as good as you think."

You lean down so your face is next to hers and whisper in her ear. "The first one's free, after that you owe me."

She shivers and gasps.

You start by kissing her. First her eyelids and then her mouth.

You linger on her mouth, kissing her deeply, tasting her and letting her taste you. As you do you slide one of your hands behind her head so you can draw her face toward you, a gesture she reciprocates with both of her own, and the other into her night-shirt to play with her breast, massaging it and running your fingers across her nipple which she seems to really enjoy given the way she soft moans into your mouth and the way she squeezes her legs together.

You continue this way until Teresa stops holding your head. You then let go of her own and break your kiss. She lets out a slightly disappointed sound but that is replaced by a happier one when you continue to kiss down her body. First her neck, then (sliding her shirt aside) the top of her shoulder, then her clavicle, then the top of her breast and finally her nipple. This time the moan is louder and continues to become so as you kiss and tease one nipple, then the other, with your tongue while massaging both her breasts with your hands.

"If you don't want me to make myself orgasm you'd better hurry up and do it yourself" Teresa groans, her need obvious, "because it's getting *really* hard ..."

"That's what she said." you quip, taking your mouth from her nipple for a second.

She giggles but then says "Seriously! I can't take this much longer."

You decide to give her what she's begging you for. You stop kissing her nipples and continue to kiss down her body, starting with her stomach as she lifts her pert ass and you slide off her (already soaking) shorts. You then the smooth area where her pubic hair would be had she not shaved it entirely before taking two fingers and sliding them into her as you simultaneously kiss her erect clit.

She cries out and her entire body arches as the waves of orgasmic pleasure wash though it. As she writhes with pleasure you decide ...