As soon as I woke up the following day, a Sunday, everything that had happened the night before came back to me, and I panicked. If with Hellen I had a slight fear that she could act in some weird way and make her mother suspicious, Olivia's case was even worse: she had never given me any indication or suggestion that she could have any interest in me, and although she were clearly the one who had hit on me, I would be in a bad place if she decided that I had taken advantage of her.
It was already late, and I was completely spent from the three orgasms I had. As Claudia was not in the room anymore, I got up slowly and brushed my teeth, taking a deep breath before walking down the stairs. The tension I was experiencing grew with each step, but as soon as I got to the living room I could hear a casual conversation in the kitchen and, feeling relieved, I entered, saying good morning in a relaxed manner.
Claudia was cooking the lunch and the three girls, Olivia, Hellen and Isabella, were at the kitchen table, talking about some popstar tweet. The first to reply was Hellen, cheerful and discrete as always:
"Hi, Mark! You took your time today!"
She smiled, her lips bringing the blowjob she had given me a few hours before to my mind, and I smiled back. Claudia smiled too and, leaving the stove for a few moments, gave me a quick but loving kiss on the lips before returning to her task, and Isabella and Olivia replied normally, with Olivia not showing any hint of what happened the night before.
Everything was so normal during our meal, with the conversation ranging from the news to the way the neighbor painted his house, that I was sure that Olivia didn't even remember what happened. On one hand it was a shame, since it meant that I would not have another chance with her, but on the other hand I was off the hook, and at the moment it seemed much more important to me.
After the meal Claudia left to do some shopping taking Hellen with her, and Isabella and Olivia were gone for their bedrooms, leaving me alone. After flicking through some channels on the TV, I decided to take the time to fix the door of one of the kitchen's cabinets, something Claudia was nagging me to do for a week, and got my toolbox, crouched in front of the cabinet with my back to the kitchen door and started the job at hand.
I believe five minutes had passed when, while I was trying to unscrew one side of the door, I almost fell on my back in surprise after hearing Olivia's voice:
"Mark..."
The screwdriver went flying somewhere below the cabinet and, trying not to fall, I ended up hitting my head on the table top. Olivia, looking shocked, apologized:
"Oh, God, Mark, I'm sorry... I didn't want to scare you! I... Oh, I'm so clumsy... Let me see that, let me see if it's bleeding..."
She approached me, her slim figure and her sweet smell fulfilling my eyes and nose, and as I was still crouched, she started to mess with my hair, looking for a possible wound. I immediately felt a hard-on growing, her pussy again in front of me, albeit this time covered by the light dress she was using, and I just stood there, eyes closed, feeling her delicate hands caressing my head.
She certainly took her time, but eventually cleared her throat trying to look normal and said, her voice breaking:
"It's... It's ok, there's no wound. I'm sorry again..."
I stood up, her head at the height of my chest, now being sure that she indeed remembered our "encounter" the night before. I looked at her, but with a lost look and clearly trying to avoid my gaze she eventually added:
