Amber answered the door. It was Vlad Petrovsky, the national gymnastics champion for under 16s Amber always thought he was full of himself, but he had an amazing body and talent, and she envied his confidence and how he made every one of her friends swoon with desire, even though he was two years younger. For Amber, once she looked past his body, she found it easy to resist him.
But it was often hard to look past it. What a body he had. As usual, he wore a tight-fitting short that hugged his well-proportioned and still developing muscles and shorts that showed off his perfect butt. Amber couldn't help blushing as she looked up at him.
"Oh, hello Amber," he said perfunctorily in his correct, but slightly accented English. "Is Dylan here? We were going to work on his floor routine." He noticed the way she was looking at him and grinned. He loved his ability to make girls tongue-tied, even if he had no real interest in them. He leaned down to give her cheek a little kiss. The kiss meant nothing to him, but it always drove them wild, and that feeling of power, his ever growing sexual power, thrilled him
Amber felt a odd tingle and a flush went through her body. Although she couldn't see it, her dark hair took on a deep glow, her eyes grew larger and rounder, and her cheeks reddened, as if she had just applied a coat of rouge. Her slimmed figure became toned and more muscular, and she suddenly felt lighter on her feet as though she could turn a pirouette. That only annoyed her, at first. It felt like giddiness, and the last thing she wanted to do was give Vlad any sign that his little kiss affected her in any way at all. So she glared at him, to show she didn't in any way sanction, or appreciate, his bold intrusion on her person.
Vlad would have walked away, but he couldn't help notice the changes in Amber from the last time he had seen her. He had thought she looked more slender when she answered the door, but now she looked totally foxy. Her annoyance with him only made her even more attractive. No, not attractive, sexy. For the first time in a long time, he didn't know what to say.
"Dylan's in the back," she said disinterestedly, although it came out in a musical trill. She turned around and walked to the kitchen, leaving Vlad alone at the door, speechlessly watching her butt twist from side to side as she walked away.
"Hi Vlad!", Dylan called out. "You're late! I thought you forgot!" He clapped his friend on the back. "What are you looking at?" he continued, wondering why Vlad was staring at the door through which Amber had disappeared moments earlier.
"Errrr, nothing. Nothing really," Vlad replied. "Your sister, um, Amber. How old is she?" he asked, as they walked around the other way to the back yard.
Dylan laughed. "17 chronologically, 25 mentally, and 12 sexually."
Vlad shook his head. "I dunno about that."
Meanwhile in the kitchen Debby was looking carefully at her daughter, who was protesting vigorously. "I didn't put on ANY make-up! Why would put on ANYTHING for him?! He's just a kid, a stuck-up kid?! And I didn't even know he was coming!"
"OK, OK! I'm sorry I said anything. You just look ... never mind," she said, pretending to brush off a piece of dirt from Amber's face and satisfying herself that there was nothing on that shouldn't be. But her daughter's coloring was amazing. It was as if she had grown up all of a sudden. "Oh, Amber, you remember Arnold Korman, from your father's office?" A thin, bespectacled man crossed the kitchen, holding a glass of iced tea and stretched out his right hand, which Amber took.
"Of course, Mr. Korman. Daddy always says your the smartest man in the company, and he wishes you were running it."
"Ha ha. That's very nice of him to say it, but it takes more than brains to get to the top!" he said, only just noticing how attractive Amber was. "Well, you've certainly grown up since the last time I was here!" he remarked a bit uncomfortably, looking over at his wife in the back yard.
"That was more than a year ago. You were explaining to us why the President's economic program wouldn't work, weren't you? About why increased debt wouldn't help because the financial system has a solvency problem, not a liquidity problem, right?" She recalled struggling with the concept then, but it seemed quite simple to her now.
"Why, yes, that's right!" he said, flattered. "I suppose you were really listening. I thought I was just boring everyone with my theories! You see ...."
"Now, Arnold, we should join the others and bring them their drinks too," Debby said, noticing that Joe Daniels had just arrived. "I'm sure Amber has other things to do than discuss your economic theories."
Arnold took another long look at Amber, who was absentmindedly twisting her body in a number of extraordinary ways while looking at her reflection in the kitchen's picture window. For the first time in years, Arnold wished he were a teenager again. But then he swallowed it down and followed Debby outside.
In fact, Amber was not being absentminded at all. She noticed everything. She saw the effect she had on Arnold Korman and recalled Vlad's sudden speechlessness. Her body felt sexy, supple and strong, and immediately after she shook Mr. Korman's hand and felt that odd tingle again her mind seemed to expand in several directions, making connections and grasping concepts she had never understood. She was somehow getting from anyone she touched the best they had to offer: athleticism, sexiness, brains. That ray from the "toy gun" had done something to her, something wonderful, and she was going to get everything she could from it before it wore off!
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