REND: Prior Cycle (Old Version)

Deen laid her pale pink luggage bag on the floor. It was supposedly a very expensive brand, though I didn’t recognize the name emblazoned in gold on its shiny exterior. Some fancy sounding word. I couldn’t see what was so special with this bag compared to mine, which I bought at a clearance sale. Maybe the material was better? But a bag was still a bag.

“You bought a lot, huh,” I commented, lying on my stomach while fluttering my feet in the air.

I remembered when Deen was shopping for these. Usually, she’d ask my opinion about the clothes she’d buy. But at that time, she didn’t want me to see her phone’s screen. It was supposed to be a surprise, she said. And it sure was a surprise, now that I saw her purchases.

Gloriously naked Deen began to lay out pieces of lingerie and swimsuits on the bed. I couldn’t even tell which was which because they were all very sexy, and none of them looked like they could last in the water very long.

“I have a confession to make,” she said, grinning at me. “I’ve been imagining you seeing me wearing these. It was such a turn on.”

“Is that what you were thinking about when you were playing with yourself these past few days?”

“How did you—?”

“I told you that I’m a very light sleeper,” I said, chuckling.

I’d play this off as a joke, but it was very annoying whenever she’d rub sticks to light a fire on my bed. And that was after we had sex. This woman was insatiable, and I was becoming worried for my future. We weren’t compatible in that department. That was kind of a problem, wasn’t it? Maybe I should read relationship advice on the internet on how to deal with this.

“It’s kind of noticeable when you’re moaning while the bed is shaking,” I added. “Either there was an earthquake, and you were moaning in fear. Or you were playing with yourself.”

Deen lightly blushed. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry for disturbing your sleep. I know that you treat is as your escape from me.” She raised a finger as I opened my mouth. “No, no. Don’t deny it. I know that you’ve been craving for your alone time, being such an introverted individual. I’m… not going to give you that opportunity to be alone.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I thought you were going to say something else.”

“No, Erind. You can’t escape me. Toxic girlfriend here, remember? Sleep is the only time you’ll be truly alone, and I’m not going to take that away from you.”

“You would, if you somehow gained the ability to enter my dreams.” I observed Deen’s back while she rummaged her bag.

The slight curves of her muscles made her back look very sexy. My mouth started to water at the thought of dragging my tongue all over the lines of her back. I especially loved those dimples right above her butt. Dimples of Venus, I had learned from the internet. It was supposed to be genetic. Some people had them. Some didn’t. I didn’t have them, and I initially thought it was because I was so thin. Not sure if it was better to know that genetics didn’t bless me with them.

Deen looked over her shoulder. “You’re right about that. Anyway, my dream is finally coming true.” She stood up and presented a lacy panty made of sheer white material. Her golden bush and valley would definitely be visible. “I have never ever worn something like this before.”

“But you’re fine wearing it now?” I asked.

“For you, my dear girlfriend.”

“Hey, don’t put this on me. You’re the one who’s getting off wearing that. Just the thought of it, even.”

Deen raised a haughty brow. She placed the sexy panty against her groin. “Don’t you want me to wear this?”

“I do. But that’s beside the point. This was all your idea, and it turned out to be a very good idea.” I turned to the window, admiring the blue sky. This was the life. Having my hot girlfriend model sexy outfit for me. I’d say this was the good ending. Well, it wasn’t the ending yet. “I just find it funny that we’re doing this while the others are investigating the ship, looking for clues to the Red Island. They’re probably worried out of their minds while we’re…”

“Aroused out of our minds?” Deen laid the top and bottom of a bikini on the bed. If I didn’t know what it was, I’d just think it was something made of tiny triangle fabrics and strings.

“In all seriousness, though, Reo was really scared.” I wanted to sound caring about our teammates. That was normal human behavior, wasn’t it? I had no idea what Deen’s reaction would be if I revealed my true self. Better just keep it a secret.

“Reo shouldn’t be worried because we’re not going to Red Island,” said Deen. “We’re not going to find it. Not with the two of us not helping them.”

“But what if Dario somehow finds out how the rich-people-turned monsters get to Red Island?”

“We won’t go,” Deen simply replied.

“Uh, yeah. That works fine for me. I’m useless to the mission since I have no power; Dario would definitely want me to stay even if I’d push to join in. But, you? No way he’d allow you to leave. They need your powers.”

Deen stood her full height and placed her hands on her hips. “What can he do if I say no? He can’t force me to go with them. He might as well cancel the mission. I’ll cry until all my tears have drained out of my eyes. I’ll make a huge scene and scream my lungs out. I’ll threaten not to tell them about Gabe’s warnings of danger. How can my power be of use if I won’t use it?

“Wow, that’ll be quite a sight if you’ll go through with that.”

“I will,” Deen replied. “I will, if it’s the only way to keep us safe. But enough about that. How about we start off with something a bit modest?” She picked up a black pair of lingerie and pranced to the bathroom.

“You didn’t need to hide,” I loudly said. “You’re already naked. Just wear them out here.”

“It’s for the reveal! And I want to see how it fits first.”

I sat on crossed-legged on the bed and hugged a pillow while waiting for Deen. My heart started to race as saliva filled my mouth. Was I actually anticipating this? I had seen Deen naked a lot of times. But wearing sexy outfit was different. We were taking our relationship to the next level. This was something Deen had never done before, whether for herself or anyone.

It made me feel special. And smug. Thousands of guys would kill each other to swap with me and witness this show. A stupid feeling of power, but a feeling of power, nonetheless. And I really wanted to see my girlfriend in skimpy outfits.

I didn’t have to wait long. Clicking heels signaled Deen’s arrival. Apparently, she decided that heels added to the sexiness. They did help her butt’s shape.

“That's not modest at all…” I whispered as my heart beat faster at the beautiful sight.

“I can see that you like it,” Deen said with a proud smile.

The jet-black lace bra she wore perfectly held her weighty breasts. The small silver stars peppered over the sheer fabric hardly concealing her pinkish areola, her nipples standing at attention pinpointing their locations. The partial covering made Deen’s breasts look sexier than if she were completely topless. I was warming up to Deen’s modelling bit.

“What do you think?” Deen asked.

My eyes traveled downward. Her panties perfectly hugged her mound, the triangular panel, not entirely covering her front, pressed against her delectable and shapely lips. The panties were like a map outlining the hidden treasure. Wow, I could get super poetic.

“Turn around,” I said, “before I give my verdict.” I spotted Deen’s grin before she complied. Weirdo really liked getting order around. The back of her panties rode high on the cheeks of her plump, firm butt, exposing them in full. “Now, walk.”

She followed my instructions, walking with a tiny bit of force to make her heels loudly click against the floor tiles. With each top, the top of her breasts jiggled above their cups as if they were water balloons. She also added a sway to her hips, causing her butt cheeks to wiggle.

I clapped because I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do. “Ten over ten! Okay, next one. Maybe a swimsuit?”