Stephen groaned, "You're going to make this tough on me, aren't you?"

She beamed with a smile and slowly nodded, "You were the one who wanted to do this the old fas.h.i.+oned way."

He finally started to chuckle, "I guess you're right. Can we at least have mind blowing s.e.x when we get home?"

"That's practically a guarantee," replied Grace, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Okay, let me get changed first," he said, getting up from bed. Stephen found an old pair of gym shorts in his dresser, left behind from his days in high school PE cla.s.s. They just barely fit him, but after a small wish from Grace, it expanded to fit him perfectly. He grabbed a simple t-s.h.i.+rt as well, completing the ensemble.

"Not bad, hot stuff," Grace purred, giving him elevator eyes.

"Please," laughed Stephen. "I'm nothing compared to you!"

"Keep up the compliments, and I'll let you help me stretch out," she whispered, s.e.xily, bending down to touch her toes. The way her a.s.s popped out as she did so had Stephen's eyes bulging. She looked back at him, noticing his reaction, "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come help me? I'm awfully... tight."

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He moved closer, lining up behind her and pressing his own crotch firmly against the stretched fabric of her spandex. For her own part, Grace pressed back against him, giving a subtle moan as his hands slid to her hips.

"Mmm, just like that," she whimpered, before straightening up. "I'm looking forward to later when you really get to stretch me out," she finished, giving little doubt behind the innuendo.

Before Stephen could even form a response, she grabbed his hand, leading him out of the bedroom, "Come on, or we'll never get there!"