Her other hand joined the first and curried my hips with her long nails. I returned last spring, a little earlier than I was expected, and saw the real girl that she was at 18. It was only momentary, but enough to bring a soft smile to Gisele's lips as she realized my inexperience. I'm sorry. She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock. Her eyes never met mine, and they never left the swell of my breasts or the curve of my belly while she prepared me for the bath. Her breath came in short gasps punctuated with joyous whimpers and little shrieks. Her eyes were a clear, clever yellow. I planned to surprise my parents and my sister, so I didn't enter the front door but made my way around to the back to attempt to get in through my bedroom window. I tried to read something from her expression that would tell me that she was feeling different too. |