Michael & Ayla

Kayla walked back out after having touched up her makeup and tying back her hair. She even ventured so far as to use one spritz of the perfume she saved for special occasions. Just enough to capture Michael's attention but not be overwhelming.

She had taken enough time getting herself ready for him that Michael was already changed into his gymwear and sitting at the desk in the corner of the room. All his school books were spread out across the wooden surface, and he was feverishly flipping through pages.

"There you are, mister. You know, when I said get comfy, I also meant you could relax on the couch," she said with a grin. "Homework could've waited."

"Well, what can I say?" he asked rhetorically. "I'm a geek." After a quick smirk, he got back to work.

Kayla could feel some frustration growing.

He didn't even hardly look at me.

She started to wonder if her skimpy aquamarine athletic shorts and tight fitting shirt were going to waste. No bra, her nipples were on display through only a thin sheet of fabric.

"Want a drink?" Kayla asked.

"Um, maybe just some water. Thanks."

She made her way to the kitchen which was on the other side of the open concept living area. Her ass was in perfect view for Michael while she rummaged around the fridge on her tip-toes pretending to take a long time to find him a bottle of water. She made sure to "check" the bottom shelf despite knowing it was on the top. She bent over and took an extra second or two to keep her perky butt posed just for him. There was no way of knowing if he was actually looking or not, but she was going to try everything she could to attract his gaze.

"Here you go," she said as she made her way back to him, handing him the bottle. "Sorry it took a minute, I didn't know where my dad had put them in the fridge. And it's a big fridge."

"No problem," he said, taking hold of it, "I was just going over the bio stuff from today anyways."

"Mm-hmm. So when are you parents expecting you back home?"

"I don't really have to be back at a certain time; perks of being a new adult! As long as it's nothing crazy late."

"We can always do that after," Kayla said, gesturing to the homework in front of Michael. "I feel so lazy." As she walked over to the couch, she proposed an offer to Michael: "Feel free to join me if you wanna take a break. Or if you just want to procrastinate like me."

"Sure thing," he replied. "Maybe in a minute."

Kayla waited. And waited. And waited some more. Many minutes had gone by and Michael clearly wasn't true to his word. She was beginning to get extremely miffed by his scholarly habits. The clock was ticking away, and every moment he sat at that desk doing schoolwork was another moment she wouldn't be fucking herself on his manhood. Another moment she wouldn't be losing herself in ecstasy. Another moment she wouldn't be cumming hard for him.

"So Michael," she said finally, in an effort to pull his attention away from books and onto her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, for sure." He didn't even look up.

After a brief pause, Kayla worked up the courage to ask. "Is there anyone at school you...like?"

Michael's head jolted upright and his eyes sprung wide open like a deer in Kayla's headlights.

"Um..." he stuttered, "um..."

"It's okay! You don't have to answer. I was just wondering. Take your time."

She had successfully backed him into a corner from which his only escape was answering that one simple question. As she waited for a response, she took a moment to let her eyes wander. Despite sitting in a chair, the immensity of his body was still apparent. His long, toned legs which she had fooled him into displaying just for her. The slow rising and falling of his chest which she could only dream of seeing bare. The allure of his thick shoulders popping from his shirt. The rosiness of his chiseled cheeks was delicious, proof that her question began to bring about a blush.

"Maybe one or two girls I think are cute."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

Michael began to laugh nervously as he stood up and walked to the window, gazing down at the street from many stories up. His plump and muscular ass was on full display to Kayla and it really started to turn her on exponentially more. She wanted him. She wanted him now.

Oh fuck, this is it.

Her dirty mind took over and she acted on raw instinct. Her hands did the work without a second guess.

What the fuck are you doing!?

She yanked down the collar of her shirt and pulled out one of her breasts. It squished up against the top of her chest as the tightness of the collar countered her action.

Oh my God.

It just kicked in what a risk she was taking.

My boob is out and he is right there.

Saying it to herself made it all the more real. Before this point, her pussy was certainly keeping itself slick. But now, she felt herself start to gush into her lacy panties knowing what a bad girl she was being.

Michael was still staring out the window.

Turn around! Or maybe don't. Oh shit, I shouldn't do this.

Her courage was slowly slipping away. She looked down to see her tit hanging out and a flood of embarrassment washed over her. Kayla quickly tucked her breast back into her shirt. Only a couple seconds later, Michael turned back around.

"You," he said to a now unwitting Kayla. "I like you."