I unzipped my dress, hang it on the back of the chair in my bathroom, and then sat on the chair to peel my silk stockings off. I remembered doing the same thing for Aerin an hour and half or so ago, and smiled at the memory.

I’d never dated women before, and had not thought of women in that way, or at least not so overtly, but somehow, the beautiful brunette next door had stirred something. I couldn’t put a finger on it, exactly, but it was a strong something – was it her body? her face?

I had to admit it: she was shockingly sexy, and while I tried hard not to look, especially when she was getting into the bath, I couldn’t deny that the overall package triggered a reaction in me I’d never felt before.   Pretty strong reaction, actually.

Smooth, porcelain skin, long, fit core, heart-shaped ass, slim waist, healthy, silky hair. And those breasts! I’d tried not to look when I pulled her out of the bath, but how could I avoid those twin globes of sheer perfection?

I stepped into the shower, and allowed the water to massage the back of my neck, and cascade down my back. The water felt soft and warm. Aerin’s glistening, sexy body floated into view again. I accidentally brushed the back of my fingers against my nipples, and was surprised by how hard they’d gotten.

I remembered the scene in Aerin’s bathroom earlier, and how, as I bent from the waist to towel dry her below her waist, the unexpected smell of her liquid excitement that wafted from her cunt, as my face unavoidably drew near it, brought into sharp focus the aspect of Aerin’s body that had captivated me the most, in the few seconds I’d seen it.

Her mound – smooth, waxed, and probably baby soft to the touch. Where those vaginal lips that protruded slightly? I’d had to quickly tap that whole area dry, and thought I heard her moan softly. Just a teeny moan, I think.

Get a grip, Christina. You’re thinking like some kind of perv. You helped someone out – cannot have thoughts you’re having about that same someone, can you?! Cut it out!

I shut my eyes and willed the images of Aerin out of my mind. After vigorously shampooing and conditioning my hair I rubbed my skin roughly with soap stone, and rinsed everything off. Must be sheer exhaustion that’s allowing my guard to be down. I blew my hair dry, walked to the bed, and collapsed into it. I didn’t stir for about 8 hours, I think. First time in years I woke up late on a Sunday morning.