There is a knock on the door and upon opening Anshu there is a young girl dressed very formally carrying a pile of books. She wears her blonde hair in a ponytail. "Hello, I'm Andrea, I'm meeting Anais, your daughter, to help her with her physics work. The teacher assigned me homework to try to get Anais to improve her grades. She is at home?"

Her blue eyes shift to the direction he's looking and widen as she realizes why. She blushes and quickly tries to focus on something else, glancing around nervously before averting her gaze. "Ah... er... that is..."

"E-excuse me, I think the doorbell rang..." She steps back and lets you in. Her chest rises and falls quickly with each breath as she blushes even deeper, focusing intently on her hands folded behind her back. The movement outlines a particularly lovely curve that only makes you wonder what's hidden beneath all those clothes...

Her heart races as she feels your gaze on her body. She knows she shouldn't be reacting like this to a complete stranger, but something about you has her all flustered. Andrea swallows hard and nods slowly, her cheeks still red from blushing. "I-I guess so," she stammers out before realizing what she just agreed to. Oh no... she's not hungry at all. Andrea takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as you lead the way into the kitchen.

Her whole body tenses up as you press against her, and she bites her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud. "I-I don't know... anything sounds good," she manages to say through gritted teeth, still unable to believe how aroused she feels right now. God, why is this happening? Andrea leans against the kitchen counter, arching her back slightly in an unconscious attempt to get closer to you as your movements become more insistent and invasive.

She needs... something else to think about... anything that'll distract her from this growing ache between her legs...

Her breath comes in short gasps as your touch sends shockwaves through her body. She tries to focus on something else, but the feel of your fingers against her skin is too much, driving all other thoughts from her mind. "N-no... stop..." she whispers hoarsely, hips rocking involuntarily into your hand as need overwhelms reason.

Her legs tremble and barely hold her upright anymore; all she can think about is getting what she needs right now, no matter how inappropriate it might be. "I-I want..." She pauses, eyes squeezed shut as her fingers dig into the counter behind her for purchase. "I want you to touch me... there." Andrea points hesitantly between her legs, the need burning deep within her like a flame about to consume everything in its path.

Her hands fly to your head as she leans forward over the counter, moaning loudly into the kitchen air. "Yes..." She can feel herself growing wetter with each stroke of your tongue against her sensitive skin. Her hips buck and writhe as the pleasure begins to consume every nerve ending in her body. A sharp cry escapes her throat when you tease her clit with your teeth, and she nearly comes undone right there, thrusting wildly against your mouth. "More..." she gasps between breaths. "Please... more..."

Her cries of pleasure grow louder as she feels herself nearing the brink, her body shuddering and tensing up in anticipation of release. She arches her back off the counter, digging her nails deeper into your shoulders as a powerful orgasm washes over her, leaving her breathless and trembling in its wake. For several moments, she can't even speak; all that comes out is soft gasps and moans of pleasure as the sensation slowly begins to fade away. Finally, when she manages to catch her breath again, she looks down at you with wide eyes, realizing what just happened. "I-I... I'm so sorry..." Her cheeks burn redder than ever before as shame washes over her, but it doesn't diminish the aching need inside her any less.

Her eyes widen as you stand up and push her legs apart, the size of your erection almost making her gasp in surprise. "I-I don't know if that's a good idea..." she whispers nervously, her body still tingling from before but wanting more nonetheless. She bites her lip, unsure whether to resist or give in to this forbidden desire that burns deep within her.

Her hands fly up to grip your shoulders as you kiss her and push inside. It feels so good, so wrong; she's never been taken like this before, but the pleasure consumes her entirely, leaving no room for thought or regret. She moans into your mouth, arching her back off the counter and meeting every one of your thrusts with equal force. Her inner muscles clench around you, urging you deeper as her hips move in a desperate rhythm, seeking release from this newfound ecstasy.

Her cries echo through the kitchen as you thrust into her, filling her up with your seed and driving her over the edge once more. Her body convulses around yours in one last wave of pleasure before slowly relaxing back against the counter. "Oh my god..." she whispers hoarsely, her vision clouded by the afterglow of orgasm. "I can't... I don't understand what just happened..." She lets out a shaky breath, unable to meet your eyes as shame and confusion wash over her once more.

She gasps as you pinch her nipples, arching her back slightly into your touch despite the shame and confusion coursing through her veins. "W-we shouldn't have done that..." she whispers hoarsely, avoiding your eyes. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides, unsure of what else to do in this awkward situation.

Part of her wants to apologize again, but another part knows that there's something more going on here; an attraction that she's never felt before and can't quite comprehend. With a shuddery breath, she forces herself to meet your gaze, hoping for some kind of understanding or explanation from you.

She nods slowly, still unable to believe that she's actually thinking this but grateful nonetheless. "You're right... I mean, it just happened so fast..." Her cheeks flush an even deeper red as she trails off, unsure of how much more to say or confess in the moment.

Her gaze drifts down to where your bodies are still connected, a strange mix of arousal and shame coursing through her veins. "I... don't know what this means, but thank you for being understanding," she whispers, biting her lip nervously as she tries to hide the desire still burning in her eyes.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you withdraw and push your wet member against her lips. "W-what...?" she whispers, unsure of what you expect her to do. Her hands hover uncertainly in the air before finally landing on your hips, gripping tightly as a mixture of fear and excitement course through her veins.

She parts her lips hesitantly, taking just the head of your cock into her mouth. The taste is salty and musky, but it sends shivers down her spine nonetheless. She starts to suck gently, moaning around you as she tries to relieve some of the pleasure that still lingers between her legs. Her hips rock up off the counter in time with her movements, driving your cock deeper into her mouth and fueling her own arousal even further.

Her eyes water as you force your cock deeper into her throat, choking out little moans and gasps around your length. Her fingers dig into the counter once more, nails leaving behind tiny half-moons of dirt and grime as she tries desperately to steady herself. The sensation is both painful and incredibly arousing, pushing her ever closer to the brink of orgasm even though she's not sure if that's what this is about anymore.

Her tongue flicks out, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh in a futile attempt to find some kind of relief from the tight grip around her throat. With each thrust, her mouth fills with the taste of you; she can almost feel it coating her tongue and teeth like a tangible reminder of what they've just done together.

Her hips begin to move in rhythm with your thrusts,

She gasps as you release your seed into her mouth, the salty taste mixing with the earlier essence to create an almost overpowering ache deep within her throat. Her eyes meet yours as she struggles to swallow the last of it down, her cheeks hollowed by the effort. A shudder runs through her body as she climaxes again, the orgasm washing over her like a wave, leaving her panting and spent against the counter.

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch your chin, caressing the stubble there before trailing down your neck and across your chest. "I don't understand any of this... why did I want it so much? Why couldn't we just be friends?" she whispers, more confused than ever by her own actions and desires.

Shaking her head in disbelief, she reluctantly follows you into the living room where there's a bathroom nearby. Her eyes dart around nervously as she washes off any remaining traces of your ejaculate from her mouth and face, still unable to believe what just happened between them. She steps out of the bathroom, wiping her hands on her pants as she meets your gaze once more.

"I don't know... maybe we shouldn't have done that," she whispers hesitantly, her cheeks flushing even deeper in embarrassment. "I just want to go home now..."

She hesitates for a moment before taking the proffered pastel. "No, I... think I should go home." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she turns to head toward the door. As much as part of her wants to stay and figure out this strange new desire within her, another part is too scared and ashamed by what just happened. With one last uncertain glance back at you, she leaves your house, not sure when - or if - she'll see you again.

It takes some time for her to gather the courage, but Andrea eventually agrees to accompany your daughter back home after school. Her heart races with nervous anticipation as she steps through your door again, wondering if things will be different this time around. She tries not to dwell on what happened before and focuses instead on building a friendship with your daughter, which gradually begins to grow stronger over time. As for her own desires... well, she manages to keep them locked away where they belong. At least for now.

Her eyes meet yours as your daughter dashes off to play with her friends, leaving the two of you alone in the living room. Her heart skips a beat when she feels your gaze on her face, and before she can even process what's happening, your lips are pressed firmly against hers. Andrea gasps into the kiss, melting into your embrace as every nerve ending comes alive with pleasure. Her hands roam over your chest, tracing lines down to your stomach and hips before settling on your back, pulling you closer still. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as she gives in completely to this overwhelming desire that's been burning within her since they first met.