"So, this is the place, huh? It's nice!"

Kayla offered to take Michael's coat and knapsack as he admired the apartment.

"Thanks," he said, appreciating her hospitality.

"Don't mention it." As he pulled his right arm out of his sleeve, Kayla jumped in to assist. Michael couldn't help but notice that one of her hands was on his biceps, squeezing gently, as the other took over and did the work for him, pulling the jacket off fully.

"So, you like it?" Kayla asked, gesturing towards the open space of the penthouse they stood in.

"Yeah, it's awesome! Such high ceilings. Guess it pays to have rich parents," he ended with a scoff. "So they're out of town all week?"

"Yup, till Sunday night. Four more days of living the life here on my own."

"And what a life it is," said Michael. "So," he went on, deliberately, "we should probably get to work, eh? Mrs. Anderson gave us more homework today than I swear any teacher has ever given us."

Michael and Kayla were in their last year of high school, just a few months away from graduating. He had just turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago, matching Kayla, who had one of the earliest birthdays in their grade all the way through childhood. Being born the day after New Year's certainly solidified that.

The two of them had grown up together since grade three. Though it wasn't until high school started - and Michael had begun to develop - that Kayla started really seeing what kind of a man he was becoming. Broad-shouldered; a few inches over the six-foot threshold; rigid jawline; dirty blond hair in short, tight curls; lean, yet muscular, long legs on display any time he wore his shorts while circling the track after school; and teeth so white they drew anyone's attention from anywhere in any room.

You could say he was Kayla's sexual awakening. She would find herself distracted at school, and yearning desperately to get home and rub her clit while thinking of his godly features. She only let herself look at his pictures on rare occasion, as a treat. Truthfully, she didn't need to; just the thought of him - and sometimes the lingering smell after she had hugged him goodbye - was enough to get her over the edge quickly and intensely.

She was ready for this to be more than a fantasy. The few guys she had been with to try and quell this thirst for Michael never cut it. The experience she gained was helpful, but those experiences themselves were not what she needed. She needed Michael. And with her parents away for the week, this was her chance. She was going to get him.

Kayla always felt that she had the "assets" to attract pretty much any man to some degree. She prided herself on fitness and healthy living. Her long, brunette hair was usually tied in a ponytail. Her C-cup tits were one of the first signs of her impending womanhood at the time they grew. She was a mere 5'5". Her ass wasn't necessarily big, but she liked the roundness of her hips, knowing they looked good in some thin sweats. Her skin was paler than Michael's, who had a touch of an olive hue. Skincare routines, impeccable cleanliness, and a keen eye for current fashion trends - she was the envy of her whole friend group whenever they hung out after school when her style could really shine, free from the bland confines of the school uniforms they were forced to wear.

Speaking of, that reminded her of the first step in her plan.

"Yes, we should get to work," she expressed with a devious smile, if only apparent to her own subconscious. "I'm just gonna change out of this ugly, stiff garbage-wear and into something comfier. You should do the same, too."

"Well, all I have is my gym clothes. I guess they're comfy. And don't worry, I didn't use them today!" he said with a smile.

"Perfect! Bathroom's right there."

And even if you did wear them, Kayla thought, that would've been just fine. She could already feel heat generating between her thighs.

She turned around quickly while she knew Michael was still looking in her direction and sauntered to her room, making sure to swing her hips as she went. Facing away from him, finally, she let a big smile creep on her face. She knew what was to come and she felt so, so naughty because of it.

***

Kayla walked back out after having touched up her makeup and tying back her hair. She even ventured so far as to use one spritz of the perfume she saved for special occasions. Just enough to capture Michael's attention but not be overwhelming.

She had taken enough time getting herself ready for him that Michael was already changed into his gymwear and sitting at the desk in the corner of the room. All his school books were spread out across the wooden surface, and he was feverishly flipping through pages.

"There you are, mister. You know, when I said get comfy, I also meant you could relax on the couch," she said with a grin. "Homework could've waited."

"Well, what can I say?" he asked rhetorically. "I'm a geek." After a quick smirk, he got back to work.

Kayla could feel some frustration growing. He didn't even hardly look at me. She started to wonder if her skimpy aquamarine athletic shorts and tight-fitting shirt were going to waste. No bra, her nipples were on display through only a thin sheet of fabric.

"Want a drink?" Kayla asked.

"Um, maybe just some water. Thanks."

She made her way to the kitchen which was on the other side of the open concept living area. Her ass was in perfect view for Michael while she rummaged around the fridge on her tip-toes pretending to take a long time to find him a bottle of water. She made sure to "check" the bottom shelf despite knowing it was on the top. She bent over and took an extra second or two to keep her perky butt posed just for him. There was no way of knowing if he was actually looking or not, but she was going to try everything she could to attract his gaze.

"Here you go," she said as she made her way back to him, handing him the bottle. "Sorry it took a minute, I didn't know where my dad had put them in the fridge. And it's a big fridge."

"No problem," he said, taking hold of it, "I was just going over the bio stuff from today anyways."

"Mm-hmm. So when are your parents expecting you back home?"

"I don't really have to be back at a certain time; perks of being a new adult! As long as it's nothing crazy late."

"We can always do that after," Kayla said, gesturing to the homework in front of Michael. "I feel so lazy." As she walked over to the couch, she proposed an offer to Michael: "Feel free to join me if you wanna take a break. Or if you just want to procrastinate like me."

"Sure thing," he replied. "Maybe in a minute."

Kayla waited. And waited. And waited some more. Many minutes had gone by and Michael clearly wasn't true to his word. She was beginning to get extremely miffed by his scholarly habits. The clock was ticking away, and every moment he sat at that desk doing schoolwork was another moment she wouldn't be fucking herself on his manhood. Another moment she wouldn't be losing herself in ecstasy. Another moment she wouldn't be cumming hard for him.

"So Michael," she said finally, in an effort to pull his attention away from books and onto her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, for sure." He didn't even look up.

After a brief pause, Kayla worked up the courage to ask. "Is there anyone at school you... like?"

Michael's head jolted upright and his eyes sprung wide open like a deer in Kayla's headlights.

"Um..." he stuttered, "um..."

"It's okay! You don't have to answer. I was just wondering. Take your time."

She had successfully backed him into a corner from which his only escape was answering that one simple question. As she waited for a response, she took a moment to let her eyes wander. Despite sitting in a chair, the immensity of his body was still apparent: his long, toned legs which she had fooled him into displaying just for her, the slow rising and falling of his chest which she could only dream of seeing bare, the allure of his thick shoulders popping from his shirt. The rosiness of his chiseled cheeks was delicious, proof that her question began to bring about a blush.

"Maybe one or two girls I think are cute."

"Oh yeah? Who?"

Michael began to laugh nervously as he stood up and walked to the window, gazing down at the street from many stories up. His plump and muscular ass was on full display to Kayla and it really started to turn her on exponentially more. She wanted him. She wanted him now.

Oh fuck, this is it.

Her dirty mind took over and she acted on raw instinct. Her hands did the work without a second guess.

What the fuck are you doing!?

She yanked down the collar of her shirt and pulled out one of her breasts. It squished up against the top of her chest as the tightness of the collar countered her action.

Oh my God. It just kicked in what a risk she was taking. My boob is out and he is right there.

Saying it to herself made it all the more real. Before this point, her pussy was certainly keeping itself slick. But now, she felt herself start to gush into her lacy panties knowing what a bad girl she was being.

Michael was still staring out the window.

Turn around! Or maybe don't. Oh shit, I shouldn't do this.

Her courage was slowly slipping away. She looked down to see her tit hanging out and a flood of embarrassment washed over her. Kayla quickly tucked her breast back into her shirt. Only a couple of seconds later, Michael turned back around.

"You," he said to a now unwitting Kayla. "I like you."

***To be continued.***