Chapter 6 Lingering Tension

I woke up the next morning, my heart racing with excitement. Today, I was going to Yumi's house to tutor her in chemistry, but all I could think about was seeing her mother again.

The memories of what happened between us played over and over in my mind, making it hard to focus on anything else.

Anticipation filled my thoughts, wondering what might happen this time.

I got ready quickly, feeling a strange mix of nerves and excitement.

It wasn't just about tutoring Yumi—I was eager, maybe too eager, to see her mother.

As I walked up to her home, I felt a knot in my stomach. She opened the door with that same captivating smile, and I froze for a moment

I couldn't make eye contact with her—everything from the other night flashed through my mind.

She was wearing a tight, sexy dress that hugged her curves perfectly, paired with pantyhose that made her legs look impossibly smooth.

Her chest was slightly exposed, drawing my eyes against my will. She looked stunning, and I couldn't help but feel my body respond.

A familiar desire stirred within me, and I felt myself hardening in my pants, my mind racing with thoughts I knew I should have.

I tried to act normal, but all I could think about was how much I wanted her again on bed.

She invited me inside, and I followed Yumi into her study room, trying to keep my thoughts in check.

Yumi was eager to start the lesson, but all I could think about was her mother—just beyond the door.

A few minutes into the lesson, Yumi's mother entered the room, carrying a tray with 2 glass's of juice. She moved gracefully, and my heart skipped a beat as she approached.

When she handed me the glass, her fingers brushed against mine ever so slightly, and it felt like an electric shock ran through my body.

I looked up at her, unsure of what to say, but she only smiled—just a soft, knowing smile that made me wonder if she was thinking about that night too.

My mind started racing. I had been so worried that maybe she regretted what happened, or worse, that she didn't like it.

But now, standing there with her smile and that brief touch, I couldn't help but feel excitement.

I had never been with an older woman before, and I didn't know what to expect. The feelings I had were new, overwhelming, and impossible to ignore.

After almost an hour of tutoring Yumi, I decided to give her some questions to work on while I took a short break.

I told Yumi I'd be back in a moment, then quietly slipped out of the room and made my way to the living room.

As I stepped in, the soft sound of the television played in the background, but my eyes were immediately drawn to her.

She was sitting on the couch, reading something, her legs crossed elegantly.

Her dress still hugged her figure perfectly, and the way the light caught her hair made her seem almost unreal. My heart started racing again, and all the thoughts from the night before came rushing back.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before approaching her.

After a brief pause, she stood up and brushed her hands down her dress. "I should probably get something started in the kitchen for dinner," she said, looking at me with a soft smile.

"You can check on Yumi in the meantime."

I nodded, feeling a strange sense of both relief and longing as she left the room.

The sound of her footsteps faded as she walked toward the kitchen, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts.

I made my way back to Yumi's room. She was still focused on the questions I had given her, her pencil scratching lightly against the paper. As I entered, she glanced up and smiled.

"How's it going?" I asked, sitting down at the desk beside her.

"Almost done," she said, tilting her head. "But some of these are tricky."

"Take your time," I replied, but my mind wasn't fully on the chemistry problems in front of us. My thoughts kept drifting back to the living room, to her mother.

I could still feel the lingering touch of her hand, the subtle spark between us, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change.

Yumi's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Can you explain this part again?"

I blinked, forcing myself to focus. "Yeah, sure," I said.

After helping Yumi with her question, I couldn't concentrate anymore. 

I stood up, pretending to stretch. "I'll grab some water," I said casually, though Yumi barely noticed, still engrossed in her work.

I made my way to the kitchen again, my heart pounding a little faster with every step. As I approached, I could hear the faint clinking of dishes and the soft hum of her movements.

When I walked in, she was at the counter, her back to me, cutting something with precise, delicate motions.

The soft light in the kitchen highlighted the curves of her figure, and for a moment, I just stood there, watching her, feeling that same pull I couldn't resist.

She sensed me there, turning around slowly, a slight smile on her lips. "Need something?" she asked, her voice calm but with a hint of something deeper.

I swallowed hard, feeling my throat dry. "Just... some water," I muttered, trying to sound casual but failing. My eyes couldn't stop lingering on her, and she noticed.

"Water's right there," she said, pointing to a glass on the counter.

As I walked over to grab it, our hands brushed again, and that same spark from earlier passed between us. This time, it was undeniable.

She looked up at me, her eyes holding mine for a moment longer than they should have.