John was a bit taken aback by the new developments, but was heartened by Sasha's continued enthusiasm for showing herself off to him. "Okay, Sasha," he said good-naturedly, and sat back down on the couch, as Sasha hopped off the table and began opening the box of waffles.
John reflected on this odd situation. Sasha was happy, eager even to show off her body to him and to get him really excited, even though she was a lesbian. His wish that she enthusiastically go along with any suggestion probably meant that even if he told her to fuck him, she would happily try. But it occurred to John that even if she were willing, her body might not be so co-operative. And when it came down to it, he wanted not just enthusiasm, but genuine lust.
Sasha went to put a waffle in the toaster. She made a point of bending over at the waist to put the waffle in, letting her boobs hang for a moment as John watched from the side; she winked and smiled coquettishly. John smiled as he watched her breasts sway, but his mind was still churning.
Sasha's little thank-you speech about being so nice and understanding about her being a lesbian, and his uncertainty about the *precision* of his powers, made him reluctant to just turn Sasha straight. (Or bi.) --- But wait a minute: although he liked Sasha and had thought about asking her out before, he had only really chosen her because he had been convenient. There were other girls around: why limit himself? For that matter, why not reward Sasha for being such a good sport?
Sasha made a show of standing in front of the kitchen chair, which was facing the sofa so that she and John could face each other. Squeezing her thighs together and looking intently at John, she folded her legs so that her rear end came to rest on the chair, letting her breasts swing conspicuously as she leaned forward to face him.
"What's on your mind, John? You look pre-occupied." She smiled coyly as she raised her hands to the sides of her breasts, and then stroking downwards along the sides of her torso, towards her hips. "Something on your mind?"
John was thinking about how best to mold the situation to his liking. |