Shes amazing

The morning light crept slowly across the bedspread. I stirred awake to the familiar weight of Rachel beside me—but something felt… heavier.

When I opened my eyes, I found her already watching me. She smiled softly.

“Morning,” she whispered.

My eyes traced her face, then her shoulders. Her arms were tighter, biceps lightly defined. Her collarbones framed a chest still full, still feminine—but rising with a new strength. Her shirt had ridden up in the night, revealing a narrow waist and hips that curved more deliberately than I remembered. Lower still—

There was a distinct bulge beneath the blanket.

I swallowed.

“Rachel…”

She tilted her head. “I know.”

She pulled the sheet down slowly, revealing the full outline of her cock, now larger than yesterday, resting thick and soft against her toned thigh. Her panties were pushed low, unable to hold it in. My breath caught.

She reached for my hand and placed it on her stomach—taut and warm. “Feel that?”

I nodded.

“I’ve never felt so… alive,” she murmured.

We got up slowly, moving through the kitchen like the day was normal, but nothing was normal anymore. She brushed past me, and I swore she was nearly my height. Maybe half an inch below. Maybe not even that.

We didn’t talk about it directly, but everything we did that morning felt laced with tension. When she leaned in to kiss me goodbye, she lingered—longer than usual.

Her lips pressed with more purpose. Her fingers held my waist just a little tighter.

“I’ll be back early,” she whispered.

The door closed behind her.

And I stood there, unsure if I was aroused, intimidated… or both.