“Good morning, Clara. You look quite pale today,” my colleague, Jocelyn, was looking at me as I walked in.
“I did not have a good night’s rest, but I would be able to cope well throughout the day,” I did not look at Jocelyn as I spoke.
As I sat down at my table, it was time to start work. It was a Monday and it was also the first day of the second semester for my son, Andy. During his lower secondary school days, he fared not too bad but once he hit the upper secondary stage, his grades tumbled down like a big rock going down the hill crushing everything that got in its way. It was a lucky thing that his tutor was a good one although his fees were a little expensive. I chuckled to myself on the thoughts that he was also quite charming in a way.
I brushed my thoughts aside as I did not want them to distract my work. Working as an accounts executive in the company was a blessing as my education level was not high and the pay was pretty good. In order to keep up to the rising costs of living in this country, I also had a night job which nobody except for Jocelyn knew. I was a waitress in a club working two to three days a week from eight in the night till four in the morning. With just that meager few hours of sleep, it was definitely not enough. On certain occasions, even the strong dose of coffee was not enough to keep me awake till lunch time and I ended up falling asleep at my desk and not going for lunch. Luckily I slept throughout Sunday and I was not feeling tired even though I had only three hours of sleep the night before. Being an accounts executive is not too boring as I need not have to be desk bound all the time. If I were just a clerk stuck at my desk, I would be so bored that I could doze off easily in front of the computer screen.
It was six in the evening. I was so relieved that I could finally knock off from work. Finally, after a few consecutive nights of working at the pub, I could go home to rest early. As I send a short message to Andy reminding him to come back for tuition, I was too exhausted to bother whether he replied and just slept on the way back home. As I slowly strolled to my flat, I was almost in a daze and I did not realise that the tutor was already at the doorstep.
“Hey, Kenneth, what are you doing outside the door? Where is Andy?” I was surprised that he was standing outside the door as I almost bumped into him literally.
“I guess nobody is at home. The doorbell was pressed a few times but there was no response,” Kenneth looked puzzled as I felt like a fool not knowing what to do next.
“Oh let me get the keys and open the door to let you in. I would call Andy and see what happened,” I exclaimed as I searched for the keys in my bag.
I realised that I did not check my phone to see if Andy had replied. There was no reply from him and I called him instead.
“Andy, where are you? Your tutor is here. You better get home now,” I was irritated partially because of the lack of sleep I had the previous night.
“I have told you Ma that I cannot make it. I have to attend a camp for 3 days two nights. You must have forgotten,” the response on the other line suddenly struck in me that I had forgotten to tell Kenneth about it.
“Kenneth, really sorry, I forgot to tell you that his tuition has to be postponed. He has a camp. I am really sorry to keep you waiting just now too,” I apologized profusely although Kenneth does not seem angry at all.
“Its alright. Since I have a bit of time, I would like to tell you the progress of how Andy is doing in his studies,” Kenneth smiled at me as he sat down on the sofa.
As Kenneth told me about Andy’s progress, I was really very glad that my son had found a good tutor in Kenneth to guide him along in his studies.
“I am just curious. We did not have a chance to chat like this at all until today. I am just curious how old are you? You look young to have a son who is fifteen years old this year,” Kenneth’s question came out of the blue as it digressed away from the topic.
“I am thirty two years old this year. You know I am a single mother and I had him at the age of seventeen years old. His father left us,” my voice was loud but became softer as I did not really know whether to let him know too much.
“I really admire you for bringing him up at such a young age. I am one year older than you and I am still single,” his complements did not seem to sync into my head but I was surprised that he was older than me by a year although he looked like he was twenty eight years old.
His hand casually put on my lap as he blurted out his comments. I did not know how to react but I held his hand momentarily before letting go.
“Are you hungry? I can make a simple dinner before you go. Accept it as an apology for keeping you waiting just now and for cancelling the lesson so last minute. It was my mistake,” I went to the kitchen as I did not hear his reply.
“I would love to give you a hand too as well. I know how to whip up a few good dishes,” Kenneth’s spontaneous reply surprised me.
After knowing him more, I realised he was quite a talented man. Not only he knows how to teach three subjects which are English, Mathematics and Science, his culinary skills were quite impressive. I also learnt that he also did his own household chores at home and excelled in sports too.
As we ate dinner and chatted, I felt like I was talking to an old friend and not my son’s tutor. As time flew, I did not realise that it had been three hours since we stepped into the apartment.
“I got one comment for you, if you don’t mind. You are pretty, how I wish I can have a gal friend like you,” his words seemed to be blurted out without much thought or consideration.
I smiled at myself. I felt good about the comments but yet I did not want to be too carried away. He had a certain fathomless charm. His intelligence and wit was not overwhelming but seemed to tickle my senses every now and then. I felt that I was attracted to him more and more with every moment with him.
As I finished washing the plates, I walked out of the kitchen. I tilted my head downwards unknowingly and I almost knocked onto him.
“If I did not stop you, you would have bumped into me,” Kenneth held my shoulders to stop me from moving forward.
As I looked up, I was lost for words. I did not know what to do. As my thoughts flirted between my conscious and subconscious mind, I was tempted to lean forward to kiss his lips. Little did I know that my thoughts meandering through my subconscious mind were controlling my physical movements as I closed my eyes and leaned forward towards him. As our lips touched, I became bolder. I took the initiative to kiss him. He did not resist as his hands moved down to my waist and held me tightly there. It had been so long since I had that kind of feeling: the feeling of being wanted by a man.
As I held his head, our kisses became more intense. Our tongues engaged each other as our wet kisses were no longer on our lips as his lips were on my cheek and down to my neck.
As we broke free, I wanted to convey the message to him that it did not seem right to do that and that we should stop, but yet deep inside me, I wanted to continue. My message seemed to be conveyed silently through my eyes to him and he seemed to understand. His reply came with a gentle hug around my waist as he reassured me with a kiss in our lips. As our French kiss became prolong and deep, I felt my female hormones raging inside me. I took his collar as I dragged him into the bedroom.
“I didn’t expect that it would turn out this way..” his words broke the romantic silence as I hushed him with my finger on his lips.
I planted a kiss on his lips as I closed the bedroom door behind. His hands were on mine as he pinned me gently on the door. His apparent domination on me seemed to make me feel secured. As each kiss shed each layer of inhibition, we got bolder as our hands and lips explored each other. My shivers of pleasure where his touches were at my sensitive areas were replied by more attention on them. I closed my eyes and moan slightly as my head tilted upwards. I felt vulnerable as my soft spots were slowly revealed to him.
It was too much to bear as I pulled him to the bed causing us to have a soft landing on it. As he climbed on top of me, I could see his manly desires coming out slowly. As he slowly unbuttoned my blouse from the top button, his touches and kisses explored every bit of flesh. As the last button was removed, my blouse was spread apart. I breathed heavily as I looked at him in the eyes. The eye contact was intense and it seemed like we are trying to read each other’s minds through our eyes. With his eyes still staring into mine, his hands lay gently on my soft breasts. The lycra material of the brassiere separates the skin-to-skin contact. As he planted kisses selectively on my torso, he caused me to quaver a little. I moaned a little when his lips went from my cleavage to my left breast. His kiss seemed to pierce through the lycra material and ignite my womanly sensitivity. I held the bed sheets very tightly enjoying every single moment of what he was doing to me. With that little knowledge and little time with me, he knew almost what I desired and yearned for.
“Stand up,” my voice was hardly audible as I was panting slightly.
As he slowly stood up, I put my hands on his chest as my hands come together in the middle and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He was lean and quite muscular as I felt every inch of his torso. My mouth pecked at every inch of flesh revealed with each button being put out of its original position. As I removed his shirt, he reciprocated by removing my blouse. As I hugged his waist, I knelt down and my face was near to his groin area. I could feel that he had a hard on as I slowly removed his pants. As his pants dropped to the floor, Kenneth pulled me up. He hugged me as his hands went down to my waist and to where the zip was at the side of my skirt. He held me apart from him and my tight skirt slowly slipped off. Only in our underwear, we seemed to lose control of ourselves. Our desires poured out for each other literally. As his groin was in contact with mine, I felt very high. It was a long time since I had such moments with a man. The sense of security that he gave to me was translated into his touches, embraces and kisses. It was not just lust but passion and love seemed to be growing and blossoming.
“I want you to lie down on your stomach. I want to treat you to something special,” our wet kisses came to a stop as I grabbed his head.
-the end-
What is going to happen next? part 2 would give you the answer!
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