Jennifer's legs were carrying her out of her room and down the hall, but then she realized, Wait a minute, I'm a goddess. Goddesses move on their own terms.
She thought about teleporting into Kyle's bedroom, and in an instant, that's exactly where she was, standing at the foot of the nerd's bed as he sat propped up by two pillows, using a laptop computer.
His jaw dropped. He'd fantasized about an idealized version of Jennifer before, but this went well beyond that. She was clad in a modern interpretation of a classic "Greek" dress, complete with a triangular midriff-baring cutout and a long skirt with a leg-baring slit; white and just barely sheer enough that everything was almost visible, making it frustratingly tantalizing. But even with nothing actually showing, Kyle could tell that her figure had improved, particularly her breasts, which had enlarged to an eye-catching but not too-big size. This was no Halloween costume; the clothing had clearly been made to fit her exact shape.
Her skin was now completely free of blemishes, even freckles. Her face was still recognizable, but her features had been altered just enough to make her simultaneously cute and sexy; her eyes, in particular, were now a rich blue that almost sparkled. Her dark brown hair fell down to her ass in loose ringlets, seeming both artfully arranged and effortless at the same time. The silken strands caught Kyle's bedside lamp and practically shone in response -- not mousy brown hair, but brunette locks that could keep someone from ever looking at a blonde again.
In an elegant motion, she turned Kyle's swivel desk chair and sat down, stretching out her long tanned legs so her feet rested on Kyle's bed, pointing the toes of her gold-colored high-heeled strappy sandals in his direction. She pursed her pouty lips and stared out the window at the sky that was currently darkening from red to black.
"Hesperos," she said in a voice that could melt butter. "The evening star."
"Venus," squeaked Kyle. He was using the bed covers to hide the erection that strained against his jeans. It wasn't like this woman in his bedroom was putting it all out there like he imagined a stripper or a porn star, but she was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.
"Aphrodite," she corrected as she turned back slowly to face him, her red lips parted to reveal teeth that were brilliantly white and perfectly straight. Before he said anything, she continued, "I know, Venus the planet, but Aphrodite the goddess, right here to spend the night with you, just as you cursed. And it is night."
She sat up, and Kyle for the first time noticed her dangling diamond earrings. "We have 10 hours and 46 minutes," she said. "And all you have to do first" -- she paused for dramatic effect -- "is tell me what you want. Exactly what you want."
Kyle stammered and finally blurted, "I-I said spend the night with me."
Jennifer smiled once again. "As someone who has magic powers now, I can tell you, it helps to be quite specific. I am cursed to spend the night with you, and that's all. If you're not able to tell me what you want, well, I'm sure I can amuse myself until sunrise." She spotted a pile of long cardboard boxes stacked in one corner of the room; with a wave of a finger, the top of a box opened and a bagged-and-boarded Wonder Woman comic book flew out and into Jennifer's hands.
She ripped the tape off so she could pull it out of the plastic and read it, and Kyle's pulse quickened further. He could even feel it in his erection. His mouth was dry, and he had to lick his lips before he could croak out...