You watch as she eats, savoring the sight of her enjoying the meal you've made together. Her eyes close in pleasure as she takes a bite of the pancakes, moaning softly around a mouthful before swallowing and looking up at you with a satisfied grin.

"Mmm," she murmurs between bites, "they're perfect." She leans forward, pressing her lips to your neck before licking away a bead of sweat that has formed there. "Thank you for teaching me how to make this. I'll remember it forever."

Her hand continues to stroke you gently through your boxers, and as she does so, you feel yourself growing harder beneath her touch. She looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "And," she says playfully, "I'm sure there are other things I can learn from you too."

Her fingers slide lower, parting your folds and finding your entrance slick with anticipation. She presses forward, slowly but surely sliding her hand up inside of you, her movements both tentative and confident as she explores this new territory. You groan, arching your back into her touch as pleasure ripples through your body.

"

"What?" She looks up at you in surprise, her hand freezing mid-motion inside of you. "But I thought..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes her mistake. "Oh," she says, withdrawing her hand quickly and retreating a few inches, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume..."

Her eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape route or perhaps something else they could do instead. The tension between them is palpable now, thick with the possibility of awkwardness and disappointment.

"I just thought..." she begins again, her voice faltering. "Well, never mind." She turns away from you, grabbing a napkin to dab at her lips as she tries to compose herself. "Maybe we should clean up and... I don't know. Watch TV or something?"

Her muscles relax as you pull out, leaving her backside glistening with your cum. She feels drained and sated in equal measure, her body heavy and content as it collapses limply onto the carpet beside you. It's a surreal moment; their bodies intertwined on the floor, sticky with sweat and each other's fluids. For a fleeting instant, she wonders what they just did... but then reality reasserts itself, and she realizes that there's no going back from this point.

She smiles, her eyes half-lidded with contentment as she feels you nuzzle against her armpit. "I don't know... it just sort of happened," she whispers, running a hand through your sweat-soaked hair. "But I think... I think we both needed that."

There's an awkward silence for a moment, as if they're both waiting to see what comes next. But eventually, Newt shrugs and decides to break the tension with a laugh. "Well,"