Ed decides to go to Nyomai's house where she makes a proposition

By the time he arrived at Nyomai's house Ed found himself in a fantastic mood as he considered the possibilities of the video he'd taken and the night he'd had with Mason yet it was still with some trepidation that he knocked on her door.

When Nyomai answered she was wearing a white shirt which had the top button undone matched with a thigh length black skirt, both of which clung to her curves and struggled to contain her voluptuous figure. Ed tired not to gawk but before he could say anything Nyomai reassured him with a smile "please, come in, I'm glad you accepted my invitation."

Ed watched Nyomai's full ass with its curves on display as he followed her into the house. She showed into the living room which looked to be fairly similar to most others in the cul de sac, which the exception of the more affluent Nikki of course. Ed took a seat on the couch as Nyomai left to get them some lemonade, he looked around the room taking note of the various pictures of Jamal from his school days. Ed checked behind the cushions and was disappointed not to find anything, it wasn't going to be a repeat of the previous night which might be a good thing since he half expected for this to be a trap with Jamal appearing to try to start a fight again.

Nyomai returned with a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses on a tray, Ed noticed straight away that she had undone another two buttons which gave a view of the top of her breasts which strained to break free from the light blue bra that he could see the hint of. Nyomai placed the pitcher on the table before Ed and leaned over as she slowly poured them both a glass. Ed's eyes were transfixed by her deep cleavage and subconsciously licked his lips as he stared.

"You must be thirsty, I guess you must have heard how sweet my juice is" commented Nyomai when she noticed where Ed was staring.

"Yes, ma'am, that is to say, I haven't heard anything but I'm sure that it tastes delicious." Ed blustered.

"There's nothing sweeter" answered Nyomai confidently as she leaned over to pass him a glass. Ed took it gratefully and sipped it slowly "thank you, it's wonderful."

"Of course it is" Nyomai replied as she sat beside him on the couch and put a reassuring hand on his knee "I need to talk to you about Jamal, don't worry I've sent him to his father's for the next week or so to cool off." Nyomai leaned back and took a sip of her lemonade before continuing. "I'm concerned about him, his arrogance and soft temper have gotten him into too much trouble recently. I'm worried that another incident would be the end of any chance of getting into college and having a future."

Ed looked at her perplexed, "what's this got to do with me..."

Nyomai placed her glass on the table and leaned forward again staring into Ed's eyes as he strained to stop them lowering to her breasts which were so deliciously close to him yet still so far. "I discussed it with your mom, she has agreed that it's up to you whether you want to press charges of **** against Jamal when he hit you yesterday. There were so many witnesses, I think he'd finally go to jail if you informed the police. I beg of you, give him another chance, we can resolve this between us" she pleaded.

Ed hadn't given a thought to pressing charges and stammered as he wondered what to say "well, I..."

Nyomai moved closer and pressed herself against him as she undid another button, her shirt nearly bursting from trying contain the pressure "I would be ever so grateful to you, I'm sure you'd be overjoyed at how I can show my appreciation" she promised huskily.