I would have struggled to kick Steve out even as my normal self. As a girl about the same size as Tiff? Yeah, absolutely impossible. I sighed and made my way in to the living room, where Steve was already sitting on the couch, one arm stretched along the back and the other holding the remote, scanning through channels. I rounded the couch and sat on the end opposite Steve. He glanced over at me, still grinning. "You don't have to sit so far away. I don't bite."
"I'm fine over here," I said.
"Alright. Where are you from?" Steve asked.
"Lincoln, a few hours away," I said, citing the cover story Mr. Field gave me.
"Nice. What brings you here?"
"Just visiting, scoping out the school. My parents were thinking of moving here, and wanted to see how I liked it."
"Well, I hope you do. We could use more beautiful girls like you around here."
I twisted my head toward him, my face heating up as I blushed at the compliment. Why was it effecting me so much? I shouldn't care that I was beautiful, right? He smiled wider as I looked at him, really taking him in. His somewhat shaggy blonde hair, his piercing blue eyes, his rugged looking face with just a bit of stubble on it, his muscular physique, and... my eyes traveled lower and spotted the outline of his dick in his jeans. I had seen him in the locker room before, where he wasn't shy at all, and I could fill in the monster he was hiding there. The longing from before returned, the need to be filled, and I swallowed hard, biting my lip as I did.
Steve must have seen something in how I was acting, because he dropped the remote and his smile widened. "You sure you wanna sit way over there?" I didn't move, and Steve shook his head a bit as he slid across the couch until he was right beside me, his arm wrapping around me. I froze for a moment, then allowed him to pull me closer to him. This close, I could smell him. A bit of sweat, his deodorant, and just... him. We sat like that for a few moments, then he reached over and lifted my chin with his hand. We were looking into each others eyes now, and he started to lean in. If I wanted out now, I would have to act now.
But did I want out?
