2 years earlier.
...
I sat in my room, trying to meditate, but the noise coming from the next room was so loud that concentration was a lost cause. The walls of the Nexara sleeping wing might as well have been paper. Not even a saint could concentrate through that.
Of course it was Lucy. It's always Lucy.
And no, I'm not talking about an apartment in my normal earthly neighbourhood; I mean our quarters inside the Nexara dimension, the otherworldly fortress where we train. Over there, the sleeping wings are strictly divided: the handful of Nexara males have their own section, and we females have ours.
At that time I was still a newbie, freshly initiated into the Nexara order to defend Earth from demons, and I hadn't even met Lucy or Chloe properly yet. But Lucy, the girl in the room beside mine, already had a reputation.
Her habit? Distracting me with her noises. It had practically become a signature performance. I would lie there, palms pressed together, trying to visualise runes and focus on my inner energy, and then bam: Lucy's soundtrack. Moans. Banging. The walls trembling like the whole Nexara tower might tumble down. I would mutter to myself,
"Who on earth fucks like that? the familiar, frustrated heat already starting to pool low in my belly. My imagination, a traitor, conjured the scene in vivid, aching details :
the slick sound of skin on skin, the hard, masculine grunts answering her high-pitched pleas, the way her full breasts would be bouncing, shaking violently with every deep, punishing thrust. I could practically see the perfect, pale globes of her ass reddening under the impact, trempling with the force of their collision.
A fresh, slick warmth blossomed between my own thighs, a traitorous response I was powerless to stop. This was a new kind of torment, one my Nexara initiation had failed to prepare me for.
So, yes, today it was happening again.
And today unlike other days, I felt the urge to fuck, not just mere fuck, well I know it is stupid to say; but the hard violent one Lucy was receiving.
'Fuck this' I gave up on meditation, cursed at Lucy and her unseen gladiator, and decided to hop back to Earth, specifically to Adam's house, to cool off, maybe even swim.
I left my room, locked it behind me and stepped into the interdimensional portal. With a hiss of violet light it spat me into my Earth bedroom, where the portal's end shimmered like a glassy puddle on the wall. I changed quickly, grabbed my swimsuit and towel, and headed out. Adam is my best friend, and Noah, his older brother; is, well… you'll see. Luckily their house isn't far.
After a short walk I arrived at Adam's house (technically Adam and Noah's). It was enormous, one of those modern Mediterranean mansions you see on rich-people TV shows.
Cream-coloured stucco walls rose three storeyshigh. Curved black-iron balconies jutted out like eyelashes. The driveway was lined with palm trees and flowering bougainvillea, and you could smell fresh citrus from thegarden. Out back, a stone-paved courtyard spread out with a sparkling blue pool, a glass-walled gym, and rows of cushioned loungers under wide umbrellas. The whole place whispered money and a hint of chlorine.
I waved to a camera and the gate buzzed me in, the sheer scale of the place still impressive. I let myself in through a side gate, heading straight for the indoor pool.
with how close I am to them, I'm always welcome there.
…
A few minutes later I was already settled by the swimming pool. I wore my blue bikini.
The top was a touch too small, pushing my breasts up and together to form a deep, tantalizing cleavage that I knew was… a lot., and yes, I knew my boobs looked extra tempting and soft in it, the cleavage drawing perfect lines down my chest. But I trusted Adam.
Sure, he sneaks a glance sometimes, but he's a guy, it's normal. By now he's probably immune... maybe though.
He wasn't around yet. When I'd told him to come swim, he'd said,
"Go ahead, I'll join you later." So I'd swum a few laps, gotten tired, and now I floated lazily on a big inflatable pool balloon, sunglasses shading my eyes. The pool itself was spectacular, designed like an open-air atrium:
Directly above it there was no roof at all, just a giant square opening cut through the middle of the three-storey house. Each floor had balconies that jutted out over the water so that, theoretically, you could jump from any level and land straight in the pool. Sunlight poured down through the opening, glinting like liquid gold on the water and on my skin. A warm summer breeze drifted across the surface, carrying the scent of salt and cut grass.
I felt so relaxed and comfortable, like a cat in a sunbeam.
Oh, right, did I mention it was summer?
My comfort didn't last. A yell split the air... shattering the tranquility.
"IIIINNNNNCOOOOOOMIIIIINNNNGGGGG!"
I jerked upright, startled. From the first-floor balcony came Adam's brother Noah, charging toward the railing like some heroic lifeguard-slash-maniac. He vaulted the three-foot barrier with ease, flipped in the air, and...
Splash!
He landed heavily in the pool like a torpedo. The impact sent a wave surging across the water. My inflatable balloon rolled, dumped me, and before I could react I was underwater, upside down, shock robbing me of breath. I thrashed, lost all sense of direction, my arms and legs tangling, unable to tell which way was up and nable to fight my way out of my own drowning.
Then, darkness.
…
My mind wandered through blackness, brushing against strange dreams, half-memories, half-wild imaginations. Slowly, a pressure against my chest began to pull me back. Push. Push. Right above my breasts. Something warm, firm, and insistent. My lungs burned, but the pressure was like an anchor, tugging me upward.
My eyelids fluttered, heavy and uncooperative. The world was a blur of light and shadow, but slowly, it resolved into a pair of eyes. Deep, worried, beautiful brown eyes framed by wet, black dripping hair that clung to a furrowed brow.
Noah.
The pushes continued, a life-giving rhythm.
'He's giving me CPR.' The realization sliced through the fog. And with it came another, more electric one:
'His hands are on me'. His bare torso is right there. Water droplets glistened on the defined planes of his stomach, those perfect, sculpted abs I'd only ever stolen glances at were now right there, leaning over me, close enough to touch.
My secret, years-long crush on my best friend's older brother was now performing rescue breaths on me. The irony was so sharp I almost laughed, but all I did was choke.
I spasmed, turning my head to the side as a mouthful of chlorinated water rushed up my throat and spilled onto the cool tile. I gasped, a ragged, glorious breath filling my starving lungs. My vision cleared completely, locking onto his.
I'd always had a crush on Noah, but I tried to hide it. Flirting with my best friend's brother felt… improper. But lying there with his strong arms pressing rhythmically on my chest, his bare abs leaning over me... abs practically begging my fingertips to trace them, I suddenly didn't care. At that moment I would have happily let CPR last forever.
Would you blame me? I was in love. I was also young. Young and stupid.
After my vision sharpened. His face came into focus: the cuteness, the warm brown eyes, the neat black hair dripping like ink.
"Hey," he said softly. His voice only made things worse inside me, calm, chilly, lovely.
I could only grunt as I tried to push myself up on my elbows. I was laid out at the pool's edge like a beached fish, and he was kneeling over me, his knees framing my hips.
"You good?" Noah asked, worried. Not because he felt what I felt, but because he'd nearly drowned me. Did I care? Not at all.
"I'm so sorry," he apologized, his hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair from my face. The touch was electric. He was a high school senior, 18 and every bit the star athlete and untouchable crush of seemingly every girl in school. And he was touching my face.
"I-I'm good," I stammered. my voice hoarse. My cheeks were on fire. I knew I was blushing, and there was nothing I could do to hide it.
He nodded, a look of profound relief easing the worry on his face. He stood up, giving me space, and the loss of his proximity felt like a sudden chill.
He reached down, his hands strong and sure around my arms, and helped me to my feet. My legs were wobbly. As I found my balance, my full body on display in the dripping, clinging bikini.
His gaze, almost against his will, did a quick, sweeping survey. It lingered for a half-second on the way the wet fabric strained over my chest, then dipped to my hips.
NoaI has one more year to senior year, the last class before graduation, and girls were all over him. He was so hot you could probably boil an egg just by standing near him. And it wasn't just his looks: his strength, posture, everything about him was perfect.
Meanwhile, My breath hitched at his cold stare. The air between us, already thick with humidity, now crackled with something else entirely.
He wasn't looking at me like a kid sister anymore. He was looking at me like… like Lucy looked at her mystery man.
The heat I'd tried to swim away from came roaring back, a hundred times stronger, centering directly between my legs. I was suddenly hyper-aware of every single droplet of water tracing a path down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach.
His eyes snapped back to mine, a slow, dawning shock in them. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.Then he asked, half-teasing:
"When did you get all that...that boobs and ass?"
"…"