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"Sure, why not?" he replied, gazing at her with a combination of awe and lust. As he stepped into the big, empty house, Isabel tried to calm the pounding in her chest. She felt nervous suddenly, being alone with him. Perhaps it was simply a toxic combination of excitement and mindless desire.
Isabel locked up behind them, not even caring that her nosy neighbors could spy an unmanned delivery truck parked in front of her house.
"Come with me," she said, covering his bare forearm with her hand, reveling in his heat, the softness of his skin. She purred audibly before she could stop herself.
"You on the football team or something?" she asked, curious to know the cause for his devotion to making his body a temple.
"Yeah. Wide receiver." Logan smiled boyishly. "Sweet place you have here," Logan commented, sounding as nervous as she felt.
"Thanks," she said genuinely, since she was the one who'd taken the time to decorate it. She actually owned the house herself-- Derek had moved in at her request, never wanting to let go of the prime real estate, whose value had doubled over the last five years.
As she led him through the house to the kitchen, he explained that part of the agreement with his parents about the college football scholarship he'd won was to help his parents pay for some of the things he'd need in his dorm room. "That's why I'm working now, or else I'd be working out or practicing to get ready for next semester."
Isabel turned toward the coffee maker and grabbed two cups from the cabinet above, already knowing they wouldn't get a chance to drink it anyway. Logan came up right next to her and leant against the counter. He was almost two heads taller than her, with the most perfect muscular definition, and his deep eyes had an all too familiar, very mature sexuality to them. Everything about him made her want to rip off her clothes and have him ravage her. What was she waiting for?
She slid a coffee cup over to him and leaned against the counter casually as Logan was doing, and a slow grin spread across her face. Simply being next to him reawakened her girlish innocence rather than making her feel her age. Suddenly she was transported back to high school, waiting for her first boyfriend, Nicolas, to kiss her. That same anxiety was here now, but much of it was replaced by a womanly confidence she'd developed over the two decades since.
"You know why I wanted you to come in," Isabel murmured, leaning back slightly, her fleshy breasts straining against the fabric of her tank, her dark wavy hair flowing down the front to cover her taut nipples. Logan's eyes burned into her, and Isabel felt revitalized, reawakened that she was the object of this boy's lust. There was something supremely irresistible about him.
"I hope so," Logan replied in a low voice, biting his lower lip. He sighed deeply, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "You're really sexy," he said, and Isabel grinned, moving a few inches closer to him until she could practically feel the heat radiating off his skin. He slid his hand over the small of her back, easing her nearer to him. He brushed the hair out of her eyes with his free hand, burying his fingers on her hair and rubbing the nape of her neck, causing her to purr delightedly. Already all of her nerve endings were afire, her clit aching to be touched.
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