"Come with me!" Emily eagerly exclaims, grabbing your left hand.
With a powerful jolt she begins to tug you along with an overwhelming strength, like a big sister dragging an unruly brother to his room. It is suprising how effortlessly she's pulling you along; after your bulking up you must have been bordering on at least 170 pounds. Yet the brunette beaut before you seems to have no problem with it despite her average-looking frame. Is this another one of her powers?
"Why yes it is Adam," she butted in, apparently reading your thoughts. "I can muster as much or as little strength as I will."
"Guess that means you could crush me like the Hulk, huh?" you joke.
"Sure could! Though I think a big, strong hunk like you could tough it out," she says, giggling.
At her guidance, the two of you make your way upstairs, not encountering a single soul on the way. The countless family photos spread around the walls clue you into the fact that at least four other people live here, but you don't think much of it. Perhaps they're out at the moment? In any case, the curiosity that is her absent family distracts you enough that before you know it you find the two of you standing in her room. It is a fairly average room for a girl her age, lined wall to wall with posters of attractive atheles and actors.
Without even a warning, Emily spins around and wraps her hands and your waist. Mustering her godlike strength, the young goddess rips you off the ground and tosses you to her side. You sail through the air and land comfortably on the bed, uninjured. Emily follows a moment later, landing right under your armpit. Blood begins to flow to your nether regions as the pleasant sensation of her warm body pressed against yours excites you.
"My," she exclaims, aware of your arousal, "turned on already? Even after your fun in the shower?"
"Guess so. It's kinda embarrasing being turned on by spooning, but I haven't done it in so long."
"Its all Sarah's fault. That slut couldn't be with you alone for more than five minutes before she'd jump ya."
"Yeah," you admit as you pull Emily into a spooning position, "it feels nice to just cuddle like this..."
"You earned it, Mr. Tutor."
The two of you continue on for about another hour, talking about mundane, everyday things when Emily suddenly falls asleep. Glancing at the nearby clock, you realize it is already 11 at night. With your athletic arms still locked around her soft waist, you decide to just spend the night. With a goddess on your size, whats the worst that could happen?
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