Clara looked at her daughter, not understanding why she had let out that sudden exclamation. So she asked her:"What's wrong, my dear?"Katherina responded, trying to speak in a normal tone."Nothing, Mother. It's just... This dinner is wonderful, it makes me happy... Seeing Tom's father enjoying himself, that's all."Upon hearing this, the parents of the dark-haired boy and her own parents looked at each other and smiled, happy that she felt that way. However, in reality, the brunette was desperately trying to get Tom to stop what he was doing, but it seemed impossible.Katherina spoke again as the adults refocused on their conversation. She looked at the dark-haired boy."Enough, Tom," she pleaded in a low tone, pretending to adjust herself in her chair, but it wasn't about that. Katherina reached for a beer on the table and took a long sip, trying to hide her stifled moan from the rest.Tom noticed and chuckled a bit, asking her, "Is the diet beer tasty, sweetheart?" His mocking to
Midnight fell and everyone was still enjoying themselves. Both sets of parents were on the dance floor, while the twins, along with their younger brother, played at the other end of the large table, deeply engrossed in their game. Meanwhile, the brunette and a certain dark-haired individual remained seated next to each other, exchanging glances without saying a word until Katherina broke the silence with a loud exclamation that made the other person laugh."You're such a jerk, Tom."The dark-haired individual replied, "I love it when you get angry, Katherina," he purred mockingly. In response, Katherina struck him on the thigh, to which the dark-haired individual pretended to be hurt and, still teasingly, asked her, "Why was that, sweetheart?"Katherina replied, "Because of what you did earlier, Tom. It wasn't the right time.""That's not what your lovely reactions down there seemed to imply, Katherina," he said in a husky tone, biting his own lips, causing the brunette to melt under
After their encounter at the dark-haired father's house, several days passed where Katherina and Tom were inseparable, both at university and on park outings, filled with laughter, anecdotes, and jokes. It seemed like nothing could tear them apart, especially when the dark-haired guy had asked the dean a few days earlier to place him in philosophy and Spanish classes, not so much because he liked them, but because the brunette was in those classes. They often got distracted by silly things or engaged in brief kisses, making sure the professors didn't see them, or indulging in that typical distraction where the brunette was next to the dark-haired guy and she reached for his crotch, playing with the bulge, getting back at Tom for something he had done days ago. That, and other things, they did when no one was watching.They seemed like the explosive couple of the moment. But now, in the present, something was off. Katherina had been absent from classes for several days - four to be exa
Clara, who was sitting on the couch and feeling somewhat calmer after pouring her heart out to the dark-haired man and hearing his affection for her daughter, smiled at him and said:"Tom, Katherina is in her room. If you want, you can go up." Is that okay? "Tom asked.Clara replied, "No, of course not."Tom nodded and said, "Alright... I'll do that, but will she want to see me?""Of course she will, Tom," Clara replied. "I feel like it will be good for her to see you.""Alright, then. " Both of them stood up, and he asked, "Where is her room?""On the third floor, second door on the right," she answered, accompanying him to the staircase on the first floor. "It will be good for her to see you and have your company." Before turning around and heading to the kitchen, she said those words with a sideways sealed smile, and the dark-haired man nodded.Tom took a deep breath before starting to climb the stairs. He was adopting the mindset of understanding the brunette in this situation an
Katherina woke up at six o'clock as she would go to the hospital at that time to visit her father. She tried to silence the alarm but failed. She moved and found her head resting on her chest, hearing the steady beats of her heart. Her leg was over her groin, and she could feel what her friend Belinda used to say about an erection. She chuckled softly at the thought. His hand was on the brunette's knee, keeping her leg in place, while his other arm tightly wrapped around her waist. When she tried to move, Tom tightened his grip and murmured something incomprehensible in his sleep.Katherina moved her arm and touched his stomach, ignoring those murmurs she couldn't understand."Sweetheart, it's six o'clock," she whispered, touching him again when the dark-haired man didn't open his eyes. "Tommy..." she whispered again.Tom grunted and tightened his grip, shifting and causing Katherina to end up on top of him. She could feel his erection pressing between her legs even more than before.
Her right leg moved frantically as she watched several nurses pass by without saying anything to her. She muttered under her breath, and a sweet voice in her ear asked her to calm down. She sighed and turned to look at him, giving him a quick kiss."I'm a bit calmer now," she smiled at him, and he smiled back. "It's just that... I don't know why they haven't discharged him yet.""Because they're processing the paperwork, my dear," her mother spoke, her face brighter as she approached them.Upon arriving at the hospital, Dr. Mendez had informed them that her husband had successfully undergone surgery on his right lung, resulting in a quick recovery. Clara and Katherina shed tears of joy. He had also mentioned that the first thing he asked for upon waking up was a large double cheeseburger, which made them laugh.Now, at this moment, they were sitting in the waiting room, waiting for his release. Clara got up to fill out a form, and Katherina stayed next to the dark-haired man who cares
As the days passed, everything was improving in the most perfect way: Katherina was overjoyed by her father's recovery, as were all her friends and loved ones. The accident was gradually becoming a thing of the past, and strong Idris was in perfect condition, as if nothing had happened to him. The brunette, likewise, was also fine. She had suffered minor injuries, but everyone was still concerned about her, especially the dark-haired guy. Things between them were fantastic, and she couldn't complain or stop talking about it.She felt on cloud nine whenever Tom was around, she couldn't deny it anymore. So much so that today, she was spending the afternoon at her house, chatting with one of her best friends, Belinda. The sun was perfect, the afternoon was calm, and it was a good time to have a conversation.Belinda spoke, taking a sip of apple juice from her glass. What she was saying was the tenth time she had mentioned something like that."Katherina, my friend, this is going to cost
The night had arrived. The stars were visible, like a slightly open door despite the city's light pollution. Everything was quiet, as quiet as a certain dark-haired man who was on his way to a brunette's house. Upon arrival, he rang the doorbell, and after a few minutes, the door opened."Good evening, Miss Clara," he said as the door swung open.Clara smiled at him and replied, "Good evening, Tom. Come in, make yourself at home."Tom nodded with a half-smile and entered, feeling the warmer air inside compared to outside. They made their way to the Star's living room, where Tom noticed that Clara was dressed somewhat casually yet still looking well put together."I suppose I arrived at a time when you might be heading out," he commented, and Clara turned to look at him, saying, "Let's just say it's nothing major, just part of my routine," she shrugged nonchalantly, and Tom nodded. "By the way, how was your day at university?" she asked after a while, while putting some papers into her