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When I spot her junior year picture, I grin

Still blond, still gorgeous, but always slightly eccentric, she half smiles in her photo, and her attire consists of the ht-as-hell T-shirt that has the famous Star Trek quote, Beam me up, Scotty

For someone who isn’t a Trekkie, has never been a Trekkie, she still es to pull it off with her blond hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun

It’s things like this that e That I could’ve seen in her action when she was a young teenager

You would have loved her even then

That thought makes me falter, hesitate, and I blink several ti to consume my brain With a shake of es of her yearbook

But when the shower cuts off from the en suite bathroom, and a fewinto the bedrooht before my eyes

In nothing but a towel knotted above her chest, Ava stands there Her cheeks are flushed red and her blue eyes are bright and her wet hair hangs down past her shoulders

Fucking hell

She is the epitome of every fantasy I’ve ever had, wrapped up into one tee

“What are you doing?” she asks, tilting her head to the side, and it takes , her eyes pointed toward the book in my lap

“Uh… Just checking out your…uh…junior yearbook”

“Oh God” She groans

“It’s not that bad”

“Not that bad? I’m pretty sure I wore a Star Trek T-shirt for that picture”

“You did,” I answer and watch on with far too much fascination as she strides over to our suitcases and bends over to riffle through her clothes

That towel, that fucking towel, hs and just barely keeps her perfect ass covered And ue drops of water that slip down the silky skin of her thighs

This is not good At all

My ht’s kiss

My cock threatens to take full notice of Ava’s lack of clothes

And ers itch to reach out and touch her

It’s almost too much to bear