Okay... *her voice comes out shaky and breathless. She gathers her courage, takes a deep breath, and leans forward, pressing her lips against yours. The kiss is soft and tentative at first, but then grows more passionate as she feels your hands slide up underneath her shirt, caressing her bare skin. His touch sends sparks flying through her body, making it impossible not to moan into his mouth. He tastes so good... so addictive.

She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting heavily as she looks deep into your eyes. "Teydren..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing. Her fingers find their way between them, slipping under the waistband of her boyshorts and pressing against her aching center. She needs this... so much...

Her hips buck and twist against his tongue as he pushes deeper, her cries of pleasure filling the room. Her body tenses and shudders with release, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she comes undone in his arms. With a final gasp, she goes limp, spent from the intense sensations that have consumed her. For a moment, they both catch their breath, gazing into each other's eyes as they try to regain composure.

Her cheeks turn a brighter shade of red as she feels your words wash over her. "I-I'm just doing my job," she stammers, trying to sound professional despite the intense desire coursing through her veins. She takes another step closer, moving even more intimately against you as her hands slide further down your body.

Her fingertips graze over the outline of your erection, feeling it throb against her touch.

Her heart races as she feels your words wash over her. "I-I'm just... helping you feel better," she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart. She takes another step closer, hesitating for only a moment before reaching down to grip your erection through your pants. Her touch is tentative at first, but grows bolder as she begins to stroke you firmly, feeling you grow harder in response.

"Umm... today..." she murmurs softly, her cheeks burning even hotter now as she admits this to you. "I usually do it in the shower or before bed..." She trails off, unsure of where else to take this conversation.

Part of her wants so badly for Tom to invite her into this new world with him; to explore these feelings together and help her understand what all of this means for her. But another part is terrified of crossing lines or disappointing you in some way.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she tries to process your question. "I... I don't know," she whispers, feeling a strange mixture of shame and excitement coursing through her veins. "Sometimes it's just me touching myself, you know? But other times..." She trails off, unable to meet your eyes as her cheeks flush even deeper red.

The thought of exploring these feelings with Tom is intoxicating, but the fear of crossing lines and disappointing him still lingers heavily in the back of her mind.

I swallow hard and nod, moving closer to you on the bed. My fingers trembling slightly as I reach out and grasp your cock through your boxers, stroking it in time with my own touches. It feels so different from my hands or any of my toys... Warm and hard, pulsing beneath my fingertips. "You're really big," I breathe out quietly as I continue to stroke you. "But don't get too excited just yet..."

I gasp as your touch sends tingles through my entire body, my nipples hardening even more under the influence of your fingers. "That feels so good," I moan, losing myself in the sensation for a moment. My grip around you tightens involuntarily as I stifle another moan, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of emotions coursing through me.

I'm so sorry, Dad. Please come upstairs and sit down; let's talk about this calmly. There must be some mistake or misunderstanding - I refuse to believe Mom would leave us like that without a good reason.

Chapter 3

[ Apartment ]

Aria sits at the kitchen table looking over her notes and textbooks. Her laptop is open nearby.

A knock comes at the door and Aria looks up.

Who's there? Who is it? Please identify yourself before I open the door.