Ch. 11: Preview #2

Sorry for the longer wait since the last post; just got back from vacation. Hope you enjoy!

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“Heh,” she bubbled delightedly, “this is awesome.  I feel like our team’s really leveling up.  You’ve been such a peach today, lil’ guy!”

Again, his inwardly enthused, outwardly coy reaction was in no way pretend.  “… You bet.”

Her smile was radiant.  “Half hour till we leave for the show.  I’m gonna shower.  You?”

“Me?  No … yes … I don’t know.”

“Go after me, then.  I call dibs.”

He followed close behind her until he realized where she was headed – his bathroom.  “I won’t be long,” she said with smooth ease.  “Oh, I guess we know how easily this door swings open, yeah?  Find somethin’ to prop it shut, yeah?  I wouldn’t want to burn your eyes out.  Again.”  Her eyes twinkled playfully.

Joking though she was, he really did feel a sharp stab of longing as she left his sight.  You’d think he’d feel relieved, but all he could think about was that body of hers and wanting to see more.  Lightheaded, he fetched a shoe to prop the door as it already started to creep open.  Was she undressing yet?  He could just peek, real real quick…

Reason prevailed, barely.  He rammed the shoe against the door and pushed it tight, as if temptation were a monster he needed to keep at bay.  He backed away, shivering, his hand still twitching in that direction every so often in an attempt to override his resolve.  As the sounds of showering began, he closed his eyes and forced slow, controlled breaths.  He would not take one step closer.  He would not.

Jen stepped out of the soothing steam and toweled off.  All her exertion today had only energized her more.  She glided across the floor, potent and ready.  Belatedly she wished she’d grabbed clothes beforehand, but no matter.  The towel was just barely wide enough to cover her as she wrapped it around and strode out with sinuous grace.

She nearly trampled her teammate, and laughed.  “You know the five-foot rule is off when I’m in the bathroom, right?  You didn’t have to stand right here.”

“Oh.”  Lol, there his eyes went again, right to her bust.  He actually seemed to have quite gotten comfortable with her other outfit today, but the change in attire looked to have thrown him off again a decent bit.  He rocked back and blinked, seeming dazed.  Aww, and he blushed.  But compared to this morning, and especially last night, this was miles improved!  To the point that she felt free to tease him just a bit…

“Is that what you’re wearing tonight?”  She nodded to some clothes he’d laid out on his bed.  “Nah, you can do better.”  Actually the outfit was just fine – and he’d be wearing a Mouse suit anyway – but she steered him with her into his closet.  Real cramped in there for two people, lololol!  He looked like a snake constantly wriggling away from her swaying breasts and twisting hips while she studiously flipped through his clothes rack pretending to weight her choices.  “Hmm, is this one new?  Still fit you, or too big?”  As she held it up to him, her other forearm kept the towel pinned against her bust – while she leaned and gave a verrry deliberate squeeze.  She barely bit back a laugh -- you should’ve seen his face!

But what a champ: he didn’t try to leave or even complain.  Just weathered it and showed her which of his shirts were newest and fit the best.  She picked from there, then squeezed past him for one last giggle before leaving him in peace.  “Be ready in a few!”

She decided to reward her well-meaning teammate by picking by far the most modest outfit in her own wardrobe: black pants, a nylon top that didn’t show even one bit of cleavage … and low-heeled boots!  Unprecedented for her nowadays.  She hoped he appreciated the well-earned reprieve and time to recharge his mental batteries.