All of her affected ennui, her decadent ease, is gone. Now she radiates authority, her eyes piercing me with the crystal clarity of starlight. Chloe's...dress shimmers as its substantiality flares and dims. Through its transparency I see her perfection, the rarity of her flesh, how it shifts continually from the hue of November moonlight to a blush of mortal incarnadine.The beauty of these creatures — for I no longer believe they are women — takes my breath away.I know that I'm just dreaming. Well I didn't need any more prompting than that! I seated her in the car, started it up, and pointed the Camry toward home. As we drove I wanted to "preheat the oven" a bit, so I let my free hand do a little "recon" if you will. I placed it on her thigh, just below her enticingly high yet ladylike hemline, and as I did I saw her smile. She adjusted her position, slipping down a bit in her seat and parting her legs just enough to let me know she was interested too. "Trying to get a head start on. The cool air pressed against my naked, wet body. I picked up my towel and wrapped it around myself.*I stood in my bedroom, in front of my long mirror staring at myself. I let go of the towel wrapped around me. It silently fell to my feet, exposing my glistening naked body. My eyes panned over my thighs, up to my clean pussy and then up to my breasts.My pussy was throbbing and wet. I sat down in front of my mirror and spread open my legs. I stared at my pussy. It was nicely shaved, pink and. My whole dance was pleasant; we had a very good time until I heard a commotion over on the other side of the room. I looked over to see what was happening. Julie was trying to fight off Boyes and George Maynard, another football team member who had her cornered against the wall.As I was moving I heard Boyes loudly call Julie a prick tease who “is going to get what she has deserved.” I saw the look of fear, the tears, the torn dress, and a red handprint on her face. Without even thinking about I.