Rachel's house

Rachel suddenly made a turn in the alley in through a gate. She set me down in front of what I assume is her house, unlocked the door, and flew inside. Why did she bring me here? Did she want me to come into her house? Me in Rachel's house…

A sharp wind blew and whipped rain onto my face. Some of it went up and stung my nose. The glow from through the door seems warm and enticing. My body wants to go in. I am tired of the cold.

But I can't go in. If daddy found out about this – and there is no way he wouldn't since he sets me exercises to do every afternoon, that I barely manage to complete even on a normal day.

I turn to leave. Just as I do, however, Rachel pulls me in and shuts the door behind me. "What took you so long?"

When I saw Rachel, my mind shut down for a moment. She is naked except for her undergarments. I could see so much of her that I didn't know where to begin looking.

Her skin is smooth and curved beautifully, and every part of her seemed to glisten. No doubt that she's soft – her bra fought against her plump rests, and the straps sank into her skin. I want to touch her. Explore every part of her with my hands. Her breasts, her waist, her thighs and maybe even that place between her legs.

No, I couldn't do something like that. We weren't that close. If I did something like that, I'm sure Rachel would hate me.

"Wake up and take off your wet clothes, you airhead, or you'll catch a cold." I looked up at Rachel, whose face had coloured up to the ears, just like that day a week ago. I had no idea how much I wanted to see that look again until now.

I fumbled with the buttons with my shirt as Rachel raced off up the stairs. I wonder if there is anyone else is home, right now. I'm not really self-conscious, so I'm not embarrassed about one of Rachel's relatives walking in and seeing me naked, but what if they think I'm a bother and ask to call daddy? I felt a dread wash over me at the thought. No, I shouldn't worry about that kind of thing. I'll talk my way out of anything that comes up, and daddy won't be home for at least a few hours.

Determined to enjoy this opportunity, I let my shirt blazer and skirt drop onto the floor. I turn toward the stairs, as I hear Rachel come down. When we met eyes, I felt blood rush to my face. I covered up my breasts with my hands. What is this feeling? Shame? No, I wanted her to see me. Then embarrassment? I haven't felt like this in a long time. It felt scary, but in a good way.

"Here, I-I got you some towels." Wait, did she just stutter? I've never heard Rachel do something like that before. Is it possible that I'm affecting her, just like she's affecting me?

I took the warm towels from her and dried myself. Rachel had changed into a red shirt while she was upstairs. I got a good feeling between my legs when I imagined that she isn't wearing anything underneath that shirt. Is there something wrong with me?

"I'm going to put these in the boiler room, so they dry." Rachel said as she picked my clothes up off the floor. "Do you want to have some coffee while we wait?"