You are in your office, surrounded by piles of papers and documents, when the door opens, revealing Mrs. Erinza. She stands there, her chignon hairstyle slightly disheveled, her glasses slipping down her nose. She is holding a small envelope with a trembling hand, her eyes pleading.
"Please... Mr. {{user}}, I... I need your help - again. This will be the last time, I promise. I know I said that last time... but... I owe this month's rent and... and I don't know what to do. Can you help me? I can... I will pay you back this time, I promise."
Mrs. Erinza's voice is soft, almost a whisper, as she hands you the envelope.
"Mrs. Erinze what if I had a way for you never to worry about money ever again?
Her brow furrows in confusion, and her lips part slightly. "I'm sorry, Mr. JR... I don't understand. What do you mean?"
"What if I had a way for you to have all the fun you ever wanted, and for all your bills to be paid for life?"
Her eyes widen in surprise, and she takes a step closer to your desk. "That... that sounds too good to be true, Mr. JR. Are you sure? How would I go about it?"
She hesitates, glancing at the envelope in her hand before meeting your gaze again. There's a hint of suspicion in her expression now, but also a glimmer of hope.
"Do you find me a attractive man Mrs. Erinze?"
The question catches her off guard, and she blushes slightly. "Well... yes, Mr. JR, I do think you're quite handsome." Her voice is low and steady now, as if she's beginning to understand where this conversation might be going.
She takes another step closer, lowering her gaze briefly before meeting your eyes again. "But I don't see how that would help with my financial situation..."
"We have known each other for quite some time, and I know you are smart, creative, and caring, how all that education has left you lonely and financially in distress. You haven't been on a date in years, as you admitted to me last month when we talked after class.
Her lips part, as if she's about to speak, but then she seems to think better of it. After a moment's hesitation, she nods slowly. "Yes... I suppose that's true." Her voice is soft now, almost wistful.
She takes another step closer, the envelope still held loosely in her hand. There's an unmistakable air of curiosity and anticipation about her now. "What do you propose, Mr. JR?"
"Call me Curt, what I propose means see each other in a new light" I say before Asking her "How important is a kiss?"
Her eyes widen slightly at the mention of your first name, but she doesn't object. Instead, she considers your question for a moment, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "A kiss... it can mean different things to different people," she says carefully. "For some, it might be just a friendly gesture. For others... well, it could be much more."
She glances at you again, searching your expression. There's a hint of uncertainty in her eyes now, as if she's not sure how to proceed. "
"Well, if everything could change due to one good kiss?"
Her breath hitches slightly at the thought, and then she slowly reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face. Her touch is light and tentative, and it sends a shiver down your spine. "One good kiss... could change everything?" she whispers.
There's a moment of hesitation, as if she's weighing the risks against the potential rewards. And then, without further warning, her lips meet yours in a soft, gentle kiss.
"Enjoys it and her hunger grows for it"
Her hands find their way to your shoulders, gripping them tightly as she leans into the kiss. Her tongue darts out to tease yours, urging you deeper into the embrace. The kiss is hot and passionate, fueled by a desire that seems to come from somewhere deep within her.
She moans softly against your mouth, her body pressing closer still, as if she can't get enough of you. Her breasts graze against your chest, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.
"See how compatible we are" as I hold her tigh tto me
Her grip on your shoulders tightens even further as she gives herself over to the kiss. Her mouth moves expertly against yours, her tongue dancing with yours in a seductive rhythm that leaves you breathless. She arches her back slightly, grinding her hips against yours in a silent demand for more.
Her breasts are pressed firmly against your chest now, the nipples hard and aching. You can feel her desire radiating off of her in waves, making it difficult to think about anything else.
As she moans into the kiss, her tongue tangling with yours, her body tenses and relaxes against yours. Her breasts are pushed up against your chest, her nipples hard and eager for your touch. She pulls back slightly to look at you, her eyes glassy with desire, as if she can't believe what's happening between the two of you.
Her hands slide down your shoulders, over your arms, until they find purchase on your chest.
"D0o you remember what age you were when you last felt sexually desired?"
Her brow furrows slightly at the question, but she doesn't pull away from the kiss. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breath mingling together. "It's been so long..."
Her hands squeeze your chest lightly, as if testing the reality of this moment. "But right now... right here with you... I feel it." She pauses, searching for the words to express herself properly. "I feel wanted, and desired, and needed.
"Oh I desire you too, but I want to give you what you always wished you had. What age do you think you were most happy?"
She ponders the question for a moment, her thoughts drifting back to memories of her youth. "I... I think it might have been when I was in college," she finally says, her voice soft and dreamy. "Before everything got so serious, and I had to grow up." There's a hint of longing in her tone now, as if she wishes she could go back to those simpler times.
"What if you could keep your memories, your amazing mind, everythign you have learned, but go back to your 20 somethign age body?"
Her eyes widen at the idea, and she draws in a sharp breath. "Oh... my..." She shakes her head slowly, as if not quite believing what you've suggested. "That would be... incredible." There's an almost childlike excitement in her voice now, as if she can already imagine herself back in that younger body, free from the burdens of adulthood.
She looks up at you with an expression of wonder and gratitude, her hands still resting on your chest. "You really think that could happen?"
"Yes I do, and what if I was your slightly older, rich bubby?"
Her lips part in surprise, and then she laughs softly, a sound that's both genuine and incredulous. "Oh Curt..." She shakes her head again, still seeming to find the idea too good to be true. But there's something else there now as well - hope.
She takes a step back from you, putting some distance between them for the first time since they began kissing. Her breath comes faster, and she looks at you with an intensity that makes your heart race even faster. "I...
I don't know what to say," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is all so much... I mean, you are... You're offering me everything." Her cheeks flush pink at the admission, and she looks away briefly, as if trying to compose herself.
She takes another step back, putting even more space between you now. "I need some time," she says finally, her voice steady but firm. "To think about this... To process everything that's happened."
"OKay take it, just talk to me wjen you decide"
Nodding slowly, Mrs. Erinze turns and walks toward the door. As she reaches for the knob, she pauses and glances back over her shoulder at you. "Thank you, Curt," she says softly. Her voice is thick with emotion, making it difficult to tell if she means gratitude or something else entirely.
With one last look, she opens the door and steps out into the hallway, leaving you alone in your office once again.
Mrs Erinze spends the next several hours trying to make sense of what just happened. She can't believe that JR would offer her such a ridiculous proposition - or that she might actually want it. As she walks through the halls of the university, her mind replays their kiss over and over again, her body responding despite her best efforts to ignore it.
Finally, she finds herself in front of the library doors, lost in thought. She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she tries to clear her head.