Lynx: A Callie Torres Story

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Jada opened her eyes when she heard the bedroom door open and close. Groggily, she sat up and was pleasantly greeted at the sight before her. Callie had gotten up without her this morning to workout. Sometimes Jada would join her but she had nowhere near the dedication Callie did.

She was out of breath, tearing through the closet to find something to wear after her shower. "What are you looking at?" Callie teased as she threw the clothes on the bed.

"You," Jada answered seductively. "And where you should be right now."

Callie held her arms over her head. Her skin glistened in the dim light from the intense workout she just finished. As much as Jada didn't like it when Callie got up in the morning to workout, she usually returned to their bedroom at some point before Jada was up.

Callie stood at the end of their bed wearing only a tight sports bra and shorts. Jada loved being rewarded by this view. Callie was strong, like really strong, and her physique looked like one of those women who could do those American Ninja Warrior shows or whatever they were called with ease. The woman was absolutely ripped.

She had returned her arms to her sides as Jada continued to gawk over the gorgeous woman standing in front of her. Without even making an effort to flex or anything, the muscles were visible in her arms and shoulders when she was relaxed. She had a legit six pack. Jada had tried to playfully punch her in the past and it ended up hurting her more than Callie. And her legs were perfect. The strong outline of her upper leg muscles all the way down to the perfect curvature of her ass and calves. Jada was just in heaven.

"Hey there sweetheart," Callie teased, snapping Jada from the trance of staring at her absolutely perfect girlfriend. "You stare at me any harder you might kill me."

Jada blushed. How could she just not stare? At that? Callie Torres was hot. Of course her looks, but the way she carried herself with confidence and just radiated as a total badass. Her very dark hair and slightly darkened skin complimented absolutely gorgeously on top of her beautiful brown eyes. Now, Callie Torres without clothes on was just so, so much hotter.

She found herself giving Callie the look. The look that was commonly shared between the two meaning the other needed to 'shut the fuck up and get over here'. Just staring at Callie like this made her go wild. Callie of course, knew exactly what Jada wanted, and took pride in making her start pleading.

Jada was getting the smirk. The smirk that she just wanted to throw her girlfriend on the bed and kiss it off her smirk. She was so turned on by that smirk and Callie knew it. Callie also knew how ridiculously attractive she was and again used that to her advantage.

"Calliope Torres you need to stop screwing me like this," Jada demanded.

Callie fired back. "Last time I checked I was standing here and you were over there so how exactly was I screwing you?" Callie's face erupted into an enormous smile after saying that.

"Calliope Torres, I want you to come over here at this very moment," Jada said in response and was met with Callie pulling her hair out of her ponytail and removing the rest of her clothes.

Jada's mouth was watering. "Calliope fucking Torres, I swear you better-"

"You swear I better what?" Callie asked as she flung her underwear with her foot onto the bed.