Lia

You notice Lia give you a searching look from across the room. You smile, but her gaze grows somehow wider— more innocent. Her eyes flicker up the stairs and she grins mischievously before walking up them. You stare after even after she casts a final downward glance directly at you, still grinning, and disappears around the corner.

“Excuse me,“ you tell your neighbor, drink in hand. ”Gotta hit the head.”

You walk upstairs and notice your office door is cracked open, and you walk in to find Lia waiting for you, casually sitting on the edge of your desk.

“Hey kiddo,” I say, sitting back next to her after locking the door and walking over, looking down into her dark eyes. “Everything okay?

She rests her head on my shoulder, almost playfully. “Oh, everything is fine… how about you?”

I chuckle, placing an arm around her shoulder, rubbing softly. “Everything’s great here, too. Can I— can I help you with something?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Well, you’ve been such a big help with my other ‘boy’ questions, I’m hoping you could help me with something.”

I nod my head, our gazes still locked, my arm still around her shoulder. “Sure thing, honey. What is it?”

One of her hands drifts over to rest on my thigh, but I don’t look away as she speaks. ”I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” she says, then looks away a little bashfully before returning her gaze to mine. She squeezes my thigh ever so slightly and rubs it gently, just a supple movement of her wrist. It sends chills up my spine. “I basically can’t stop. Can we like… fool around? We don’t even have to fuck… I just want to make you cum.” There’s a hungry look in her eyes that I can’t mistake for anything but pure lust, and it drives me wild. “Maybe you can cum in my panties? I’ll wear you for the rest of the night.”