Ruben never really had much luck in school. Not with grades or athletics; he had been fine with those—even if he was a little under the average. No, his issues stemmed from his name. When his elementary school classmates had learned that a Reuben was a kind of sandwich, their teasing was merciless. Time had passed; kids forgot; then the movie ‘Along Came Polly’ had come out when he was in high school, and it had went back to square one. But in college... College was going well for him.
On his first week of classes, he’d met Renata Cardina, a beautiful Spanish girl in his general Physics class. On the second week, he’d found her going to the same study sessions he was, and by the third week he had asked her out. Now, it was three months of dinners, movies, and sex later—and he was finally going to meet her family.
Ruben stood outside her house, already thinking of how her eyes would light up when he walked in, dressed to the nines. Her home wasn’t that impressive from the outside—a one story building comfy enough to house her family of four. But he knew that she’d been working her ass off to clean up for him, and he’d be damned if he’d let that go unappreciated.
He walked up, clearing his throat as he knocked on the door. Renata’s mother answered the door, a pleasantly surprised smile on her face. Ruben let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he had been holding. She was attractive—almost ‘classically beautiful’, and that was more than a good sign for his future with Renata.
He’d heard from some movie that beauty was genetic, and though it might have been completely false, it might have been true, too... Not that he’d mind if Renata lost some of her good looks to age—it’d give him an excuse to get fat as he got older. He stifled a chuckle at the thought, looking up as Mrs. Cardina started to speak.
“Ruben, is it? You’re early. And damn, do you ever look good!” She chuckled, looking him up and down. “You always wear a suit to dinner?” She grinned, her teeth a pearly white against her tanned skin.
“Only when there’s people worth impressing.” Ruben said with a quick grin, a surge of relief flowing through him as Mrs. Cardina smiled back.
“And sharp as a needle! You’ve already sold me; you just need to get on Inigo’s good side now. But come in, come in! You’ll catch your death of cold out here!” She exclaimed, waving him in.
Ruben hesitated; then walked in with a smile. “Is Renata in?” He glanced down to Mrs. Cardina’s feet, making sure that this house was one that didn’t frown on wearing shoes indoors. Of course, they weren’t. Ruben grinned inwardly at that, it was good to find that Renata’s family were reasonable human beings.
Mrs. Cardina opened her mouth to answer, but Renata chose that moment to walk downstairs. She was wearing a homey t-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms; and her face reddened the second she caught sight of Ruben.
“I told you this was a simple family dinner! You didn’t need to dress up!” She dashed down the stairs, looking him up and down. Her eyes lingered slightly on his bare throat, and a faint smile flitted across her lips. She knew how much he hated ties.
“I’m not dressed up.” Ruben said, kissing her on her cheek.
Renata leaned in to kiss him; then poked his chest. “You’re wearing a suit.”
“It’s just a blazer.” Ruben said defensively. Then, he grinned. “I’m a little dressed up.”
Renata rolled her eyes, but hugged him gently, pecking him on his cheek. “Agreed. Shall we?” She led the way to her dining room, and Ruben paused only to hang his jacket on the coatrack by their door. Then, he hurried after her, bracing for a meal where he had to be on his best behavior.
Ruben didn't know what he'd expected from dinner, but he certainly didn't anticipate it being so... mundane. While he'd never wanted Renata's father to dislike him, he had expected just a little bit of conflict—wasn't that what always happened on television, in the movies? But no, the little guy continued to be all smiles, even going so far as to offer Ruben first slice of the roast.
And so, Ruben had been left to sit in confusion for most of the meal, pleasantly enjoying the others' company until their last member showed up. He hadn't even heard her enter, too preoccupied with listening to Mr. Cardina’s story about working as a bouncer.
"Hi, Cayla!" Mrs. Cardina grinned mischievously. "We were worried you had drowned in there!"
Ruben turned to find a gorgeous girl, almost a mirror of Renata—yet somehow improved. Ruben hated to admit it, hated this small breach of fidelity—but it was hard to ignore. It was almost like the difference between strip steak and filet mignon—Renata had it all, but Cayla was somehow subtle improvement on perfection. Her face was a little more heart-shaped, her body more toned, her eyes just a little more vibrant.
"Ha ha." Cayla said flatly, but with a smile. She hugged her mother, placing a quick kiss on the woman's cheek. "And just who again was it that told me I needed to shower after running? Something about me stinking worse than a skunk?"
Mrs. Cardina laughed politely, squeezing her daughter into that awkward hug between a seated woman and a standing girl. "Well, it's true—would you rather I leave you ignorant for when you go off to college?" Her eyes widened marginally as she turned to Ruben. "Oh, but where are my manners! Ruben, this is Cayla, Renata's sister. She's a marathon runner and she's heading off to college in just a year—isn't that great?"
Cayla smiled a little sheepishly, probably a little unsure as to the new attention she was receiving. Ruben smiled back, determined to ease the tension a little. "Oh, right—Renata's told me so much about you!" That wasn't entirely true—Renata had simply mentioned she had a sister, neglecting the details as to how attractive the girl was, or anything about her, for that matter.
Cayla didn't but it, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Right... And just what exactly did she say?" She spoke with an anticipatory grin, thinking she'd found some entertainment at dinner tonight.
Well, if she thought Ruben would be easy pickings, she was sorely mistaken. "There was that one story when you two were kids, and you—oh, Renata tells it so much better." He smoothly deflected her trap, but braced for her riposte.
"Oh, I'd much rather it if you told me, Ruben." There it was, that quirking of the lips as she set him up again, her words razor-sharp.
"If you insist..." Momentarily off-footed, Ruben hid his stumble behind a confident smile, wracking his brain for answers. They came surprisingly quickly, some old story Renata had told him on one of their first dates. "Renata told me about that time you went to the zoo, and you really wanted a stuffed penguin..." Ruben paused slightly to see if he was recalling correctly. Sure enough, Cayla's eyebrows shot up with surprise—this suitor wasn't simply all bells and whistles.
Ruben grinned, pressing his advantage. "But to get one of them you needed to hold the thing for a picture. But Renata had to hold it for you, since you were scared of real penguins—"
"It's not my fault, they're so big! Birds shouldn't get to that size!" Cayla interrupted him, but did so good-naturedly, tilting her head slightly in a faint nod. Ruben had won this little verbal spar, but the gleam in her eyes suggested she'd be back for more.
"Who could blame you? And lucky thing you didn't, because when Renata picked it up... Well, that's not exactly talk for the table, is it?"
Renata flushed slightly with embarrassment. "You remembered that?" She laughed as she spoke, the rich melody of pleased surprise.
"I remember everything you tell me, honey." Ruben smiled, rubbing his hand on one of hers. He'd have preferred to kiss her—she was so cute when she was embarrassed—but he was in her house, and had to keep up some appearances.
Renata beamed. "Then what about that time you forgot my birthday?"
Ruben blinked, mentally falling in a rather undignified manner. "Well, that's... Um..." He'd completely forgotten how capable Renata was at conversation, and had to wrack his brain for a response.
"To err is human, to forgive; divine?" Cayla offered, unexpectedly coming to Rube's rescue. She gave him a small wink, and he knew he owed her for the save. However, instead of feeling the usual slight irritation at that, his pulse quickened, and butterflies filled his stomach.
Still, Ruben smiled appreciatively, doing his best to quell the feeling. It couldn't be interest, could it? That wasn't right—he loved Renata with all his heart! But while his heart had some ideas, his balls had some aspirations of their own, and Ruben found himself getting more and more drawn in into conversation with Cayla.
Luckily, nobody sent the two of them any awkward looks. It seemed on the surface like they were simply going through the motions of two strangers meeting for the first time, that human interest from trying to spark up a conversation.
The rest of dinner passed smoothly, and Ruben found himself passing the time in a haze of contentment. Finally, the last piece of silver clattered to its plate, and Ruben smiled, patting his full stomach.
“Wow. Just... Wow. Mrs. Cardina, that was amazing.” He nodded to her with a grin, and she laughed with delight. Ruben paused for a second before continuing. “But I’m afraid I must be going now. My parents are out for the next few weeks, but I’d still like to keep in the habit of being at home.”
As if on cue, a crash of thunder boomed from outside the window, and Ruben’s face fell as the heavens unleashed a torrent of rain.
Renata sniggered in a distinctly unladylike fashion. “You walked here, didn’t you?”
Ruben nodded numbly. “I really hate to impose, but... Could I stay the night?” His heart raced as he spoke—he’d never dreamed tonight might end with cuddling with Renata.
Mrs. Cardina nodded, and Ruben felt his pulse race even further. “Of course you can!” She said with a smile. “We’ll put you in the guest room.” She winked as she said the second part, tearing Ruben’s dreams of a pleasant night in two.
“Thank you.” He nodded with a large smile, keeping his dismay from reaching his face. Tonight... Might not be such a restful night after all.
Ruben grunted the next morning, shrugging the covers off of his sheets. He didn’t really get too much sleep that night—being so close to Renata yet so damnably far was torture. It was hell to keep himself away from her... But, he had to keep a good impression, despite his lust-addled mind.
Unfortunately, said mind wasn’t assisted in the slightest by the creaking of the house. Every hour, Ruben imagined that Renata was coming in for a ‘midnight visit’, and Ruben found himself trapped with a dangerous erection. And it seemed that the dawn did nothing to dispel his hard-on.
Ruben staggered to his feet, wrapping a towel around his waist in addition to his jeans. He didn’t want to risk anyone—especially not Mrs. Cardina—catch a sight of his impressive morning wood. He really needed a cold shower, but as he approached the door, his heart hit the ground. Someone was already in it, and from the sound of it, it was Cayla.
She was singing some song from that ‘Frozen’ movie. Much to his pleasure, it wasn’t ‘Let it Go’, which had been completely and utterly done to death.
He considered chiming in, like that old Will Ferrell movie. But as soon as the thought flitted through his mind, he abandoned it. It hadn’t worked out for Will, and Ruben was a hell of a lot less charming. He turned to leave, ready to head back to his loaned room, but his feet brushed against something soft, warm, and... Damp?
Ruben looked down to find that he’d stepped in Cayla’s panties. Worse, he noticed almost immediately that it looked like she’d been fingerfucking herself in them, and they were still a little moist. Before he knew what he was doing, Ruben had the pair of silken underwear in his hands, breathing in the tangy scent of Cayla’s juices.
He’d always had a huge fetish for panties, and now being this close to one... It was like leaving the NSA in an internet provider’s office. Ruben couldn’t help himself; he was too carried away by a night of frustration coupled with the realization of his fantasies. Renata hadn’t seen the appeal of this fetish of his, and though she’d always let him smell her panties before sex, she never actually came in them. Something about it being ‘dirty’.
But this was worse than simple attraction, there was a subtle undercurrent of taboo that graced this latest temptation. Before Ruben knew what he was doing, he’d dropped his jeans to the floor, his back hitting the steamy wall as Cayla’s panties gripped around his cock.
He didn’t even need to use any lube—her own juices were still wet enough to be used to help ease the fabric along his erection. That realization alone was enough to cause Ruben to slump down to the floor, his legs going weak as he continued to pleasure himself.
But of course, Cayla had to hurt things more, switching to singing Ke$ha’s ‘Timber’. The added dirty lyrics coupled with the comfort of the carpet, were enough for Ruben to turn to face the shower. In his new position, he began sliding her panties vigorously up and down his length as though he was applauding at some debased concert of lust.
And what a performance she was giving! The more Ruben concentrated, the more he realized he could clearly make out her nude outline beneath the shower, watching her plump breasts sway as she danced gently in place. She switched tones to humming, and Ruben saw why a moment later—her right hand was slipping between her legs, no doubt trailing her cunt!
Her hums turned to gasps as she started to diddle herself on the spot, and Ruben’s eyes widened to saucers. Good God, she was almost as horny as he was! He bit down on his lip, doing his best to remain quiet as she purred with lust. Cayla’s whole frame bucked as she slid more of her hand into her pussy, going up to the knuckles of her hand.
Gasps turned to moans of pleasure as she started to increase her pace, driving her digits in and out of her pussy. Ruben increased his pace similarly, closing his eyes with bliss. He let his mind wander, setting a scene to jerk off to.
Ruben pictured her running her soft, warm hands along his body, bringing them up his sides, under his arms, one hand placed gently on his shoulder. He could almost feel that last sensation, the carnal pleasure of flesh gracing flesh, and without further ado, Ruben came into the sock, grunting softly as he did so.
For just a moment, he felt his heart skip a beat. Had Cayla heard him? What would she do if she found her sister’s boyfriend in the bathroom with him? To his immense relief, she didn’t stop showering, continuing her happy song well into the chorus. Then, to Ruben’s immense dread, he realized the hand was still on his arm.
He turned, his eyes wide as he saw Renata standing bed him, her nails digging into the soft meat of his shoulder. She was angrier than he’d ever seen her before, a frown marring her typically pretty features.
“Um.” Ruben managed. ‘I can explain’ were going to be his next words, but they died in his throat as he couldn’t even come up with a single one. ‘I thought it was you?’ Didn’t work, Cayla had a lighter voice and had been singing. ‘You’re family, so it’s okay?’ Renata would probably castrate him. ‘Sorry?’ Wouldn’t even come close to cutting it.
Instead, Ruben swallowed heavily, choosing his next few words carefully. “I’ll accept any punishment you deem fit.” He managed, a heavy flush settling across his cheeks as he handed her the sock. Renata simply glared at it in disbelief, turning to toss it behind her in the hamper.
“You’d damn well better, you unfaithful piece of shit.” She hissed, waving her hands around Ruben’s body. It looked like she was performing some kind of voodoo dance, and Ruben felt the irresistible urge to laugh. Then his clothes vanished.
One second he was clothed; the next he was completely naked. It was like something out of a bad sci-fi movie—there was no transition, nothing to brace or warn him. Ruben blinked in surprise, looking down to find himself as naked as the day he was born—then he looked up, confused.
“What did you—” Ruben started, but he found himself unable to manage more than that, his jaw snapping shut. He patted at his lips in distress, finding only a smooth spot where his mouth should have been. His heart raced, hammering in his chest. He’d never told Renata but that scene in the Matrix where the main character’s mouth sealed off had been one of his worst nightmares as a child.
This was almost a mirror of that scene, his words nightmares come to life. Ruben looked up at Renata, his eyes wide and pleading as he tried to mumble, tried to shout. He couldn’t quite form the words, though—or make any sound at all.
His head tingled, something funny happening to his hair—like little tiny worms were crawling into his skull. Ruben’s hands flew to his head, finding it bare, completely smooth and almost—silky? He had no time to comprehend what his fingers were registering—his nose and ears started to ache.
Ruben shut his eyes, immediately regretting the decision. The second his eyelids met, they sealed over, and Ruben had the disconcerting feeling that they were sinking back into his face—along with his nose, his ears. A quick pat-down revealed this was indeed the case, his head a featureless mask that felt just like cloth, just like—like Nylon?
A cold, creeping sensation flowed over him, like a thin coat of slime coating his body, covering skin and leaving only fabric behind. Ruben’s heart grew heavy as his body grew lighter—what was happening to him? Why couldn’t he speak? Why was he becoming Nylon? The sensation raced past his fingers, past his waist, onto his toes... And as that slippery, light feeling coated his soles, Ruben found himself with bigger problems.
All of the muscles above his waist went limp, and Ruben felt himself falling into his lower half, merging with his legs. More than that, he felt boneless—hollow almost. He felt his fabric rustle against itself, sinking deeper back, giving his legs double their thickness. Then, as the last of his face sank into his waistline, he felt his legs fall limp too, sending him spilling to the ground in a disorienting, inhuman manner.
He was in a heap on the floor, could feel his fabric against itself, the holes in his body where legs were supposed to fit. At least, that was what he assumed: his legs had survived until the last second, so he had to have been pants or jeans. But those didn’t have feet, and weren’t nylon, so he was... pantyhose? Leggings?
“Yeah, you’ll be a better pair of tights than you were a boyfriend.” Renata hissed from above him.
Ruben started as he realized he still had all of his senses, despite his new form. It was like he was looking out through the waistline of his new body... And from his new position, he could make out the displeasure on Renata’s face quite clearly.
The shower curtain opened, and Cayla stood, staring at them. “Um. What?” She blinked in confusion. Then her eyes widened. “Oh my God, what are you doing in here?”
Renata fumbled. “I’m... Here to give you a lucky pair of tights for your marathon today? It’s my favorite pair, and should be more than enough to keep you running.” Without further ado, she held Ruben out to her sister. Ruben would have been angry were it not for how comically flushed Renata’s cheeks were.
Cayla blinked again; then she shrugged. “Okay... Um... Could you just leave them by the sink? I’m kind of naked.”
Renata’s eye twitched a little, but she smiled and nodded, folding Ruben up to place him on the sink. “I trust you’ll do good today?” She said to her sister, even though her eyes never left her fabric boyfriend.
“Um. Yeah.” Cayla beamed, tossing a lock of her hair over her shoulder. “So, anything else?”
Renata turned, nodding feverishly. “Please give these back right after the race, okay?” She sent another nervous glance to Ruben, who felt a slight tingle of appreciation. Only a slight one, though—she did get him in this mess, after all.
Cayla nodded again, beginning to towel herself off. As she toweled her face off, Renata used the brief second to mouth ‘I’m sorry’ to Ruben. Then, she left him alone with her sister.
What a mixed blessing that was! It was something Ruben had thought he’d wanted so badly; yet now it was nothing but trouble for him. Still, at least he got a decent view... Ruben stared at the girl that had become his latest addiction, watching her slide her damp towel all along her smooth, tanned skin.
Then, she turned to her new pair of tights, scooping them up in her hands. “Lucky tights.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Still...” She ran a hand along Ruben’s form, sending a wave of erotic pleasure along his body. “At least you’re good fabric.”
She then stretched him out, an unsettling pulling sensation all along Ruben’s body. “Springy, too.” She muttered, lowering him to see if he’d be a good fit. Of course he was; Renata and Cayla were roughly the same size, despite their age difference.
Cayla kept holding him like that for a moment, and Ruben would have given anything to be able to tell her somehow who he was. Of course, that might not end up well, but it was better than nothing! Yet try as he might, all Ruben could do was watch as Cayla inspected him thoroughly, checking him up and down for what had to be the hundredth time.
Finally, Cayla nodded—apparently satisfied with her new white leggings. Her towel slipped from her form, and Ruben stared lustily at her creamy-white thighs, the curly thatch of hair she had around her pussy. She trimmed, but didn’t shave—just like her sister. Ruben felt a pang of guilt at the memory, but that was quickly washed away with the sight before him.
It wasn’t his fault—how could he think with the sight of such a gorgeous girl standing naked in front of him? Just like a moth distracted by a flame, Ruben drank in the sight before him, every fiber of his being screaming with desire. Ruben paused to think of the irony of that statement—then his thoughts were scattered as Cayla scrunched him up again.
Just like before, waves of pleasure coursed through his body with her touch, and Ruben watched as she lowered him, lifting her right foot ever so delicately. Ruben felt whatever passed for his heart race with anticipation, his crumpled form tingling with the approach of her scrunched toes.
Then, Cayla slipped her digits into him, wiggling them slightly as her right foot slid into his soft fabric. Pleasure gripped his body, paralyzing him with ecstasy—but Cayla didn’t stop there. In a single, smooth motion, she tugged him past her arches, over her sole, along the smooth contour of her heel. Ruben could feel every inch of her smooth, supple skin—and his mind was going wild with sensation. He thought life couldn’t get any better than this.
Then her left foot entered his soft body. Ruben was glad that he couldn’t make any noise, couldn’t move—if he could he’d undoubtedly have moaned with pleasure and collapsed to the floor in a heap of ecstasy. As it stood, all he could do was grip her closely, smell—even taste!—her wiggling toes, the faint sheen of perfumed sweat that still clung to her body after her morning shower.
Just as Ruben was learning to cope with this bliss, she tugged him up further, slipping him past her toned calved, the gentle crook of her knee, her plump-yet-defined thighs. It felt incredible, a wealth of sensations blooming from his every thread. He was gripping her so tightly, hugging all of her body—and yet he knew the best was yet to come, she had yet to pull him up past her waist.
That was the real treat, the real test of Ruben’s form: Cayla had an impressive butt for a runner, not fat but not starved, wither. ‘Pleasingly plump’ was how Ruben would put it, and now he had the pleasure of experiencing it in a unique, one-of-a-kind way. Renata had wanted this to be punishment, and Ruben truly felt guilty—but that guilt was shoved to the rearmost corner of his mind, replaced with a surge of animalistic lust.
Cayla’s fingers gripped him a little tighter, and Ruben practically quivered with anticipation, feeling his form start to slide up her hips. Pleasure soon turned to discomfort, her stretching him too tightly, pulling him just a bit too far. But even that wasn’t enough, and she bounced gently from side to side, easing him up.
That was an incredible break from the pain of stretching, feeling her bottom jiggle with each shake of her hips, sliding a little bit higher each time. Finally, something slipped, and with a popping sensation, Ruben slid past her butt, up to her hips. His blended fabric was groping Cayla’s form—not tightly, but in the manner of a cautious lover. He was holding her, caressing her, yet there was a faint disconnect to it all. He wasn’t tight, but snug—pleasuring them both.
And of course, being pulled over her butt had an equal and opposite reaction. What passed for Ruben’s face was mashed into Cayla’s crotch, her pussy buried in the contours of his skin. Ruben could have passed out with joy at how sweet she tasted, how her trimmed pubic hair gently tickled his skin. Absently, Ruben noticed she must have shampooed and conditioned her hair, it was so soft and fragrant around him.
“Wow.” Cayla breathed, looking down at him. “Nylon, silk, and satin, eh?” She trailed one of her hands along his form, eliciting a silent gasp from Ruben’s pleasure-addled mind. Cayla giggled, wiggling her toes. Of course, she was completely oblivious to how she was pleasuring her tights, and that just increased the taboo eroticism.
What would Cayla’s reaction be if she knew she was stroking Ruben off? She’d probably stop, doing her best to tear him off of her form... But what if she continued? What if she started to finger her pussy over her tights, shoving Ruben’s face into that trimmed thatch of hair, letting him sample the ambrosia of her dripping cunt?
The thought was too much to bear, and Ruben found himself slipping away in one of those sensations he was rapidly beginning to identify as the fabric equivalent of an orgasm. Pure pleasure gripped his body, racing across his tightly knit form. Again, he was both glad and disappointed that Cayla couldn’t sense this, that she couldn’t know how wonderful she was making her tights feel.
Yet he could feel her pulse quicken beneath her tights, and she smiled widely, her eyes widening. “You really feel great.” She said, beaming as she trailed her fingers along his fabric, wiggling her toes again. The hobbyist runner started to hum a song to herself as she slipped into her shoes, their confines snug and warm around Ruben’s feet.
She hopped lightly up and down in place, grinning from ear to ear as she sprung up and down, no doubt gauging if her new leggings would slow her down or not. She nodded after a monet of this, doing some quick stretches before yeling with surprise.
Ruben followed her gaze—she was looking at her clock. “Oh crap!” She gasped, hurriedly tossing a pair of jeans in one of her bags. She dashed to Renata’s room, frantically knocking on the door. “Sis! Can you please drive me to the race? I’m gonna be late!”
Renata opened the door later, and Ruben inwardly tensed at how she glared at him.
Cayla misinterpreted her sister’s glare and yelped slightly with surprise. “Sorry! I know you hate driving me to these...”
Blinking in surprise, Renata waved her hands frantically. “No no no, I just was thinking... I don’t know if I washed those tights. Would you mind changing out of them and I’ll give you another lucky pair?”
Ruben felt himself loosen up with relaxation—Renata still cared! She might hate him now, but it looked like she had no intentions of leaving him in this predicament for long. But, as usual, life had a way of ruining the best intentions.
“Renata Cardina, are you telling me you’re not willing to lend your little sister your lucky pair of tights on the day of her big marathon?” Cayla scolded Renata, and Ruben felt amusement and dread run through him in equal parts at hoe abashed Renata looked.
Renata opened her mouth to speak again, but Cayla cut her off.
“A marathon, I might add, that you didn’t even have the decency to attend?” Cayla pouted, her hands on her hips, on Ruben’s waistband. He felt himself stiffen with pleasure at her touch, and again there was that odd sensation of Cayla’s pulse quickening.
“I.” Was all Renata managed, doing a marvelous impression of a fish out of water.
Cayla giggled, punching her sister lightly on her arm. “Easy, sis. I’m just teasing. But we really have to go... I’ll give you your tights back after this race; you enjoy your day with Ruben!”
Ruben felt horrible for the distraught look that flitted across Renata’s face. She’d skipped her sister’s marathon to be on a day with him? There was some sort of irony to be had there... But just as soon as the expression emerged, it had vanished, and Renata was smiling once more. “Sure thing. Just let me get my keys, and we’ll be on the road in no time.”
Cayla squealed and hugged Renata tightly. As she did, her right thigh brushed against Renata’s bare skin, and Ruben felt a small tingle pass between him and his girlfriend. It was a warm, comforting sensation, with an implied apology behind it. It felt like Renata was regretting changing Ruben as much as Ruben regretted losing himself to his lust.
So, even if his present was a little uncomfortable, Ruben’s future was looking up... He focused on being with Renata, savoring her every word and thinking of the day he could be with her again. Of course, the ride was over before it had truly begun.