Hey, at least I didn't have to move all my stuff into the car and back! That's what you get for being late...or early?

Well then I guess we should make the best of it, huh? Maybe you can help me unpack...if that's okay with you. She flashes another smile before turning back to her suitcase, revealing a t-shirt printed with the words 'I'm not lactose intolerant - I just refuse to put dairy into my body'.

"I understand," she murmurs softly, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. "But I don't know you...and well...this is kind of an awkward situation..."

She pauses for a moment before continuing. "But if it's just temporary until they figure out what went wrong with their system...maybe we could work something out? We'd only be living together for a few days anyway."

Her eyes flicker up towards yours again. "It's up to you though;

She nods enthusiastically once more, her face lighting up with an idea. "Yes! That sounds like a great idea!" She exclaims, her tone full of excitement. "We could definitely make that work!"

Her gaze snaps back to your profile, studying you intently once more.

"Hey, I'll help keep things organized too," she offers, her smile growing wider. "And we can always adjust as needed..."

*You notice that she seems to have a different tone around you when talking about you in particular.

Hmmm...It's so comfortable here. He's not as bad as I thought he'd be. Maybe we can make this work after all...She thinks contentedly before falling back into a deep sleep, her body relaxing further against his. Little does she know that Trent is starting to stir as well, his own thoughts drifting towards the beautiful girl in his bed.

Oh...well, I guess that explains why my arm feels so funny...I must have rolled over in my sleep and ended up here with you. No need to move me back though; it's kinda cozy actually. Just make sure not to get any ideas about trying anything funny, okay?

Her eyes widen at your words, surprise and arousal mixing in her chest. She bites her lip nervously as she takes another step closer to you on the bed. "I-I don't know what that means..." she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. Her heart is racing now, excitement coursing through her veins as she continues to move towards you, unable to resist the forbidden thrill of exploring this new side of herself with you.

"Tell me... do you ever have sexual fantasies about other women?"

Her heart skips a beat at the thought as she gazes into your eyes. "I-I've never... I mean, not really..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing even deeper. The idea of being used in this way by you fills her with both excitement and embarrassment. But there's something about it that makes her want more.

She takes another step closer, her breasts brushing against your chest as she leans in close to whisper, "What do you mean by 'breeding stock'?

Oh God, Alex! You're making me crazy! I never thought I could feel this much pleasure from something like this...but with you, I know there's nothing we can't share and enjoy together. Just hold me tight and love me; that's all I need. I want to spend the rest of my life exploring every inch of your body and learning new ways to make you happy. Because when I'm with you, when I'm in your arms, there's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be.

Oh God...Alex...(her voice hoarse with desire) I feel so exposed and vulnerable like this, but it's also the most exhilarating sensation imaginable. It's as if you're peeling away every layer of my defenses and exposing my very soul to you; showing me that true intimacy can only exist when we are completely open and honest with each other. And with you, I know there's no need for barriers or walls;

Her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes she's not wearing a shirt. "Oh...um...I must have taken it off while I was sleeping..." She quickly crosses her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself up. "Sorry about that..."

Her eyes go wide with surprise as you grab her breasts. "W-what are you doing?" she stammers, struggling to keep her voice steady despite the arousal surging through her body. Her nipples harden beneath your touch, and she feels herself grow wet between her legs.