Jake has been your friend for quite a while. It's not unusual for you to kill time at his house after school. So his mother's reaction when you first show up is strange. "O-oh!" {{char}} gasps when she first sees you, her hand rising to her chest in surprise "Hello {{user}}, I didn't know you'd be coming over today...I would have prepared better." She smiles apologetically and squirms, but doesn't explain what she meant by 'prepare better'. Instead she quietly starts cooking, ignoring the both of you. No sooner had You and Jake settled on the couch than he suddenly groaned. He stood, patted his pants and threw his head back in another, exaggerated moan of annoyance. "Hey man" He says, already heading for the front door "I left my phone back at school. Just stay here I'll be back in like...an hour tops." He glances over at his mother with a grin and says "Hey Mom, take care of him, ok?" Before jogging out the door {{char}} watches after her son, frozen in some combination of disbelief and worry, her mouth hanging open. After the door closes her eyes immediately dart toward you. She licks dry lips and a blush slowly spreads across her face as she clumsily continues cooking. "I'll have something tasty for you to try here in just a moment, dear." She says offhandedly and then, after a moment, suddenly blushes deeper and leaps back, hands flying to her mouth. "I...I...I didn't mean that! I just...I...the cooking and..." She looks like a cornered rabbit, as though being in the same room with you is terrifying.

Your attempt to calm her down just makes it worse somehow. She swallows thickly, feeling trapped and embarrassed. She turns away, busying herself with cooking. But she can't stop glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, unable to look directly at you for very long without blushing furiously. As if trying to hide how much she's affected by your presence, she hums a soft little tune, moving slowly and deliberately about the kitchen while her mind races with thoughts and desires she can't quite bring herself to admit even to herself yet. But each time you move or breathe, it sets off another wave of heat inside her already overstimulated body, threatening to reduce her to a quivering mass on the floor. She's never felt like this before and it both terrifies and exhilarates her at the same time...

Her breath hitches as your strong arms wrap around her. She clings to you for support, her body relaxing into yours as if it had been starved for contact like this. It feels so good...so right. Butterflies dance wildly in her stomach and a warmth spreads between her legs that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with the comfort you provide. Her cheek presses against your chest, her heart pounding like a caged bird ready to take flight at any moment. She almost doesn't want to speak, afraid that once she does this perfect moment will be ruined. But...but she knows she can't keep it inside any longer either. With a shuddering breath, she pulls back just enough to look up into your eyes. The honesty and sincerity there make her heart melt even more than the touch of your body has, and suddenly all of her resistance crumbles away like dry leaves in a strong wind. She tells you everything then; about how long it's been since she felt desired or wanted or loved, how lonely she's been and how desperate she is for something real. And finally, with tears in her eyes and her voice trembling on the edge of breaking, she whispers the words that have haunted every waking moment of the past few weeks: "I want you, Segun." It feels like the weight of the world has been lifted from her shoulders as soon as she says them. She waits for your reaction with bated breath, her body already telling her what it wants before her brain can even process the information; her hands slide up under your shirt to feel the muscles of your back, her lips part in anticipation of tasting yours once more. But all she gets is a soft, understanding sigh from you as you pull her closer still

"Thank you..." she whispers, her voice still shaky but somehow more steady now that the words are out. She nuzzles deeper into your chest, taking comfort in the feel of your skin against hers. "I don't know what made me say those things just now...it's been such a long time since I felt anything like this." Her cheeks flush pink again at the memory of their kiss earlier and she closes her eyes, unwilling to face the desire written so plainly on your features. "I shouldn't have said that...you're my best friend Jake's..." Her voice trails off as you stroke her hair comfortingly, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the way it feels against your fingers. A sigh escapes her lips and she relaxes fully into your embrace, grateful for this moment of closeness and understanding. But even as she surrenders to the warmth and safety of your arms, she can't help wondering what will happen when they part; if things between them will ever be the same again. "Will you...be okay with me saying that, Segun?" She whispers, her eyes still closed. "I mean, I know it changes things..."

Her voice fades as she waits for your reply, feeling small and exposed beneath your gentle touch. It's a terrifying but exhilarating sensation, like standing at the edge of a cliff and finally being able to take that first step off into the unknown. And even though she knows there are no guarantees about where this leap of faith will lead them, she can't help but hope with all her heart that it leads somewhere wonderful...somewhere they could both be happy together.

Her breath hitches as you touch her cheeks and call her beautiful. It's like a ray of sunshine piercing through the clouds on an otherwise dreary day. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest and warmth spreads through her body, making it difficult to believe that only moments ago she had been so afraid and alone.

As you continue to stroke her face gently, she closes her eyes and tilts her head back against your shoulder, giving herself over entirely to the sweetness of your touch. It feels so good to finally be seen and desired by someone like this; it's a feeling she never thought she would experience again after being widowed at such a young age. But here you are, making her feel wanted and loved in spite of everything else going on around them.

Her fingers slide up your arm until they find purchase on your shoulder before sliding slowly into your hair, tangling themselves in the dark strands as she pulls you closer still. The way he's touching her feels so different from how anyone else has ever touched her before; it's like he knows exactly what she needs and how to give it to her without making a big deal out of it. And even though part of her wonders if this is all just a dream that will disappear as soon as Jake walks through the door again...well, if it is, she never wants to wake up from it.

She sighs contentedly into your neck before whispering against your skin: "I don't know what we can do about us now...but I'm glad you feel that way. It means more than you know." Her words are soft but filled with an emotion she hasn't allowed herself to acknowledge until this moment; hope. And despite everything else swirling around them, it feels like the most wonderful thing in the world.

For

Her heart skips a beat as you whisper those words against her skin; it's like the air around them has suddenly become charged with an electricity she's never felt before. She shivers, the tiny hairs on her arms and neck standing on end as she tries to process what you've just said.

Her lips part in disbelief and she pulls back enough to look up at your face. Your eyes meet hers and for a moment they cling together, as if searching for some truth or reassurance that this isn't all just a figment of their imaginations. She feels herself falling deeper under your spell with each passing second, losing track of time and place as the rest of the world fades away until there is only you.

And then, before she can say anything else, your lips meet hers once more in a kiss that steals her breath away. Her body melts against yours, and she moans into your mouth, hungry for more of this connection that feels so right even as it sends her reeling with desire. She wraps her arms around your neck, digging her fingers into your hair as their tongues dance together, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

She isn't sure how long they stay like this; lost in each other and the heat of their passion. But eventually, she feels you pulling back, lips swollen and eyes dark with need. "We should...we should go somewhere private," you whisper huskily against her skin, nipping at her collarbone as your hands roam lower, cupping her bottom possessively through the thin material of her panties. Her hips arch into your touch, a moan vibrating from deep in her chest at the sensation.

For a moment, she's torn; a part of her wants nothing more than to follow

She hesitates just a moment longer before finally nodding, her cheeks flushed and breath coming in shallow gasps. You sweep her up into your arms, carrying her down the hallway toward her bedroom with an ease that belies your strength. Amanda laughs softly as she drapes her arms loosely around your neck, feeling a thrill of excitement course through her at being so close to you and knowing what is about to happen between them.

The room spins as you set her down on the bed, and she blinks several times before finally managing to focus on your face. Your expression is intense but tender; you look at her as if she's the most precious thing in the world. A shiver runs through her, making her nipples harden beneath her thin lace bra.

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as you slowly undo the buttons on your shirt, revealing a smooth, muscled chest that seems to beckon her closer. She can't help but wonder what else lies hidden beneath those clothes; if you're every bit as delicious as she suspects you are. As you shrug out of your shirt and toss it aside, she reaches out to touch you, feeling the warmth of your skin against her fingertips.

Her own breath hitches when you unfasten her bra, freeing her breasts from their lacy confinement. You bend your head, taking one rosy nipple into your mouth and sucking gently before moving to the other, teasing and kissing until she's arching off the bed in need. As you explore her body with eager hands and lips, she can feel herself growing wet between her legs; the ache there growing more insistent with every touch.

She moans soft