Susan leaned against the headboard. She let the sheet slide down just the tiniest bit, allowing a hint of her dark nipples to show, testing the effect it would have on him. She could have guessed the answer without even bothering to try anything.

He bent over, kissed her lightly on the forehead and said: "I'll see you this evening."

She sat with her eyes closed, hardly aware that be had gone. The old aches from last night were still there, bubbling just below the surface. They were ready to explode without warning. Susan sometimes wondered what would happen if she ever really did break loose.

She hopped from the bed and stood before the full length mirror. It was still one hell of a body, she told herself. There wasn't anything there for a twenty-nine year-old woman to be ashamed of, that was for sure.

The black hair swung freely to her white shoulders, framing a face that was a vision of loveliness in itself. Her legs, long, slender, and firmly muscled, flowed into rounded, firmly curved hips that dipped sharply into a narrow, flat waistline. Below that was the hair, thick and full, that covered her pussy.

Her tits were full and firm, ripe melons that jutted high and proud on her chest, each capped by a large, dark, highly sensitive nipple that ached to be sucked. Her tits were heavily marbled with faint blue veins that disappeared in the rich darkness of her nipple.

No, she told herself, it can't be the body that doesn't turn John on. Any man should be happy to find himself in bed with a body like this.

She settled back down on the bed, dangling her tiny feet over the edge. No, she thought, it's certainly not the body that is the problem. Others had found it very attractive, even when she had been much younger.

She closed her eyes and saw Ben plainly in her mind. So handsome, she had thought. And the star of the football team, too. It had been such a surprise that the hot shot senior had even known the shy freshman existed, much less had asked her for a date. How could any girl refuse?