Dreams!

We talked more—her dreams of specializing in pediatrics, the late nights studying while juggling jobs, my own fears of failing in this foreign system. Laughter mixed with vulnerability, her curvy form shifting closer on the couch, knee pressing against my thigh.

The air thickened, touches turning deliberate: her fingers trailing up my arm as she gestured, eyes locking deeper, pupils dilating as she stole glances at my lap. My shaft hardened fully now, the thick length pressing up against the fabric, head outlined clearly, a damp spot forming where pre-cum beaded.

My pussy clenched, wetness seeping, the emotional openness making the physical pull unbearable—her nearness soothing the loneliness while igniting raw need.

Lena set her plate aside, turning to face me fully, her tank top straining over her breasts, nipples pebbling under the thin material. Her hand rested on my knee, sliding up slowly, eyes never leaving mine.

'Holly, this tension... it's been building since that supply room. Feeling your cock in my hand, hard and leaking for me.' Her voice dropped, husky with desire, fingers inching toward my bulge, brushing the edge where my shaft throbbed visibly. I gasped, hips shifting, the vulnerability from our talk making my chest tight—wanting her, but scared of rushing into more intimacy when I still felt so adrift.