Samantha is Aroused I

Samantha was in her bedroom. Her jeans and the grey tee shirt lay on the floor beside the bed. The navy blue lingerie, bought for photo purposes, lays in a crumpled heap on top of the shelf. Instead, she was wearing a black bodysuit.

It's short-sleeved, and high enough on the bottom that it leaves his thighs and the long indents between his legs and pelvis exposed. It was not even really lingerie; it was just the first semi-sexy thing that she'd bought a few days ago, and the first thing besides full clothes, Samantha going to let a boy see her in.

Who is that lucky boy to see her in this bodysuit? Of course, it's her boyfriend, Jack.

Walking to the mirror, Samantha tossed her phone in her hand. Turning her head slightly, she studied herself.