Chapter 2

I moved closer to Fenelle, my hand continuing to roam over the damp fabric. It was my first time touching a woman’s intimate area, and for a moment I was curious, poking around here and there, savoring the soft, moist sensation in my hand.

Fenelle’s face flushed red, and she trembled with every touch, letting me manipulate her like a toy that squeaked at the slightest touch.

Gradually, she began to writhe restlessly, her damp area rubbing against my hand as if seeking relief from this trivial friction.

I was also growing impatient with merely touching her through her clothes. So I launched a surprise attack, pulling her pants down.

"Ah!" The sudden chill on her buttocks startled her. She shoved me away violently, pulled up her pants, and stood up, her face flushed crimson with shame.

"Derrick! Why did you take off my pants?" Fenelle glared at me with a mix of shame and anger, her eyes flashing fiercely.

Her anger sparked a twinge of fear in me. I realized I had crossed a line, so I just sat there with my head bowed, trying my best to look like I was genuinely sorry for what I'd done.

Fenelle stood up, clearly rattled. Sweat made her messy hair stick to her neck, and her face was a deep shade of red, showing both her embarrassment and agitation. Her thin yoga clothes were completely drenched, clinging to her and leaving little of her figure to the imagination.

I must have been staring too hard because she suddenly looked down at herself. In a panic, she shielded her chest, barked out some quick orders, and retreated into her bedroom.

Shortly after that, I heard soft moans coming from Fenelle’s bedroom. The sound was seductive, piquing my curiosity, so I crept closer.

Through the crack in the door, I could see Fenelle lying face-down on the bed, one hand caressing her bosoms, the other holding something as she thrust it into her back passage while arching her hips.

In an instant, the heat that had just subsided surged back through me. Afraid she might catch me, I could only watch through that narrow gap as she panted in ecstasy.

The sounds from inside came in fits and starts, like a lament, sounding both painful and pleasurable.

Being able to watch but not touch was excruciating. My body ached with pent-up desire. Finally, I simply couldn’t hold back any longer and called out, "Fenelle!"

The sounds inside stopped abruptly. A moment later, Fenelle emerged wearing loungewear, her expression calm and composed, though her pretty face was flushed.

"Derrick, I’m going to make you dinner." With that, she turned and headed for the kitchen.

Watching her graceful silhouette, her round, firm buttocks shifting beneath her skirt with every step, and the marks on her bare legs as traces of my caresses, I couldn’t help but swallow hard.

That evening, Sam came home for dinner. He mentioned he had to go on a business trip the next day and asked Fenelle to help me take a bath.

They both thought I was a simpleton, so they didn’t see anything wrong with it. Something occurred to Fenelle as she clenched her legs together in discomfort, turned her slightly flushed face toward me, and shot me a glance.

The next evening, Fenelle filled the tub with water and told me to hurry up and get in. I pretended to be clueless and cheerfully went into the bathroom.

Fenelle was wearing a silk spaghetti-strap nightgown that clung tightly to her body. The neckline was quite low, offering a clear view of the generosity beneath.

The thrill of practicing yoga with her yesterday flashed through my mind, and a surge of lust instantly awoken within me.

I brazenly stripped off my clothes and jumped into the tub. Immediately, Fenelle’s eyes went wide. Her gaze was fixed intently on my crotch; her red lips parted slightly, and her breathing grew noticeably ragged.

"You can’t look. Don’t look." I watched her reaction, pretending to be a shy little boy, and covered myself up.

She stared for a long moment before stammering, "Derrick, take your hand away. I'm going to bathe you."

"I won’t let you look!" I pretended to refuse and started acting like a petulant child.

"But I’m going to give you a bath…"

"Then you have to reward me. Otherwise, I won’t let you look!" I continued to throw a tantrum.

Fenelle’s face turned bright red, but her eyes still gazed greedily at the spot I was covering. "Derrick, can… can you promise not to tell Sam?" she stammered, biting her lip, looking as if she were about to cry.

"Hmm, alright. What do you want to do?" I reached out, my fingers brushing against her chest.

"I’ll wash you down there with my mouth today, okay?" Her breathing grew even more ragged, and her pretty face flushed a deep crimson before my very eyes.

It was clear that Fenelle was lonely most of the time; Sam must not be satisfying her. She wore a conflicted expression, as if she desperately wanted to taste my heat. Her eyes betrayed her inner struggle, but in the end, she made up her mind.

"I won’t!" I was still playing hard to get, but inside, I was overjoyed. I never expected her to be so desperate that she’d actually set her sights on me.

"Then how about I let you play with me? I'll wash you." Fenelle began coaxing me.

"Alright then!" I nodded. By this point, I was already so worked up that I couldn’t refuse anymore.

Fenelle dipped her fingers in some water and gently washed me there. Feeling her small hands, I almost shivered. It felt so good!

Slowly, Fenelle bent down, opened her mouth, and slowly lowered her head, moving closer to my…