As I stood there, frozen in shock, Sophie took off her shirt and kissed me on the lips, her tongue licking mine. I pushed her face away from me, trying to process what was happening. But Sophie just smiled and said, "It was your first kiss, wasn't it?" She paused, her eyes glinting with mischief. "It was my first kiss too. Now you have a debt of my kiss, which can't be repaid. Day by day, the interest will go on increasing, bit by bit, and you'll go deep down in debt to me."
I was taken aback by her words, unsure of how to respond. But before I could say anything, Sophie continued, "And don't think you can deny it. You touched my chest, and I can say that it was fun for you too. You enjoyed it, and that will be a big debt too." I felt a shiver run down my spine as she spoke, her words painting a vivid picture in my mind.
Just then, the door was knocked, and Sophie's demeanor changed instantly. She stood up straight and said, "I think my sister has arrived." She gave me a hand to help me stand up, and I took it, still trying to process what had just happened.
As we walked to the door, Sophie warned me, "Remember, if you tell anyone about what happened, I'll make sure you regret it." I nodded, still feeling a bit dazed.
When I opened the door, I was relieved to see Miss Amelia standing there, looking stunning in her office dress. I invited her in and told her to make herself at home. She asked where the restroom was, and I pointed her in the direction of the gallery to the right of the kitchen.
As she washed her hands and freshened up, she asked Sophie to help me with the dinner setup. Sophie agreed, and I was struck by how quickly she had transformed into a cold, obedient girl in front of her sister.
As we worked on setting the table, I asked Sophie, "So, you're back to your usual self, huh?" Sophie smiled and gave me a cold look, saying, "If you want to be treated even better than that, just let me know."
I took a deep breath and asked, "What if I tell Miss Amelia about how you behaved with me?" Sophie's expression changed, and she grabbed my personal rod, compressing it down with her hand. "If you think you can tell everything and nothing will happen, you're wrong," she said, her voice low and menacing. "I'll crush this rod and those two balls to a puree of meat."
I winced in pain and said, "Okay, okay. I won't say anything." Sophie released her grip, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But I knew that I had to be careful around her, lest I face her wrath again.
As we finished setting the table, Miss Amelia returned, looking refreshed and radiant. She smiled at us and said, "I hope dinner is ready soon. I'm starving." Sophie and I exchanged a glance, and I could sense the tension between us. But for now, I was determined to keep the peace and enjoy the dinner with Miss Amelia, no matter what secrets Sophie and I shared.
Scene 1: The Dinner Table
It's a quiet evening, the kind where the soft clinking of cutlery against plates fills the room with a comforting rhythm. We're seated at the dinner table—me, Caleb Ryder, Ms. Amelia Hart, and her younger sister, Sophie Hart. The aroma of the meal I prepared—quiche Lorraine, tortillas, and pisto—lingers in the air, a testament to the culinary skills I've honed over the years.
Amelia, ever the nurturing teacher who once guided me through the tumultuous waters of high school, turns to me with a warm, curious gaze. "Caleb, I've always wondered, what drove you to pursue medicine? Was it always your dream to become a doctor?"
I pause, fork mid-air, reflecting on the path that led me here. "It was my grandfather's wish, actually," I begin, the words tinged with a mix of pride and melancholy. "He wanted at least one of his grandchildren to follow in the footsteps of healers. I was just nine when he told me this, and a year later, he was gone. I didn't have a deep relationship with him, but his stories—his bravery in the military, his kindness—those stories pushed me forward."
Sophie, ever the straightforward one, jumps in with a playful yet probing tone. "So, you shaped your whole career around a single wish? Were you that attached to him?"
I smile, understanding her youthful naivety. "I didn't have the chance to get close to him, Sophie. But when he asked me to be a doctor, his health was failing. Agreeing to his wish... it was the least I could do. If it brings his soul peace, then it's worth it."
Amelia, sensing the tension, gently chides Sophie. "That's enough, Sophie. Caleb made a noble choice. Don't belittle it with your remarks. We'll discuss this more at home; you need to learn some manners."
Scene 2: After Dinner
The plates are cleared, everyone's stomachs full and satisfied. Amelia compliments the meal, her eyes lighting up as she speaks. "That quiche was exquisite, Caleb. And the tortillas? Simply divine. Sophie, what did you enjoy the most?"
Sophie, her playful demeanor returning, grins. "The pisto was amazing. It's my favorite, hands down."
It's 9:12 PM when Amelia glances at her watch and addresses Sophie. "It's time for you to head back to the apartment. The others should be asleep by now, thanks to their drinks. I'll join you later; I need to discuss something with Caleb."
Sophie stands, giving me a playful salute. "Good night, Mr. Ryder. See you soon."
Once she's gone, the room feels quieter, more intimate. Amelia turns to me, her expression apologetic. "I'm sorry about Sophie's behavior earlier. She's still new to this world, you know. Her college life has just begun, and before this, she was at an all-girls school. She doesn't fully understand the dynamics with seniors, especially senior boys."
I nod, understanding the situation. "I know, Miss Amelia. She's young and naive. Just... maybe tell her to be more mindful around others. Even if someone doesn't react, words can hurt, and grudges can form. It's best not to provoke that."
Silence falls between us, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Amelia breaks it by offering to help with the dishes. As we stand side by side at the sink, the quiet intimacy of the moment isn't lost on me. There's a connection between us, complex and deep, rooted in years of knowing each other and a night of passion that neither of us has acknowledged since.
As we work, I steal glances at her, wondering if tonight will be the night we finally address the elephant in the room. But for now, the dishes wait, and so do our confessions.
As I stood there, washing the dishes in Amelia's kitchen, I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. It was as if I was living in a dream, a dream that I had never dared to dream before. The question she asked hung heavy in the air, and I knew I couldn't evade it any longer.
"Yeah! I have someone I like," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Quite a lucky girl, I mean a kind man like you is not easy to find in this society," she replied, her voice filled with what seemed like genuine admiration.
Our eyes met, and I saw something in her gaze that I had never seen before. It was a desire, a longing that mirrored my own. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I knew I couldn't deny it either.
Before I knew it, Amelia was standing close to me, her eyes locked onto mine. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as she got closer, her lips parted slightly. I knew what was about to happen, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.
Our lips met in a passionate kiss, and I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer as our kiss deepened. I could feel her hands running through my hair, holding me close.
We pulled away, both of us breathless. I looked into her eyes, and I could see the desire burning within them. I knew I couldn't resist her any longer. I picked her up, placing her on the kitchen counter as I continued to kiss her.
Amelia's hands were exploring my body, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my heart racing as she undid the buttons of my shirt, her fingers brushing against my skin.
I pulled away, looking at her with a newfound appreciation. "You are also one beautiful woman, Miss Amelia," I said, my voice filled with admiration.
She smiled, her eyes filled with a warmth that I had never seen before. "Call me Amy from now on," she said, her voice soft and inviting.
I pressed my lips to her chest, and I could hear her moan softly. I unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a black bra with purple laces. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I knew I couldn't resist it.
We made our way to the gallery, our bodies entwined in a passionate dance. I could feel the heat building between us, and I knew I couldn't resist it any longer.
I laid her down on the bed, my body covering hers. I could feel her breath against my skin,
Licking her body, fondling her chest, spanking her with my hands, holding her neck and having back stabs after all that, I knew this was a moment I would never forget.
As we lay there, our bodies entwined in a tangle of passion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn't deny the feeling that had been building between us for so long.
In that moment, I knew that our relationship had changed forever. We had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and I knew that our lives would never be the same again.
As Amelia got dressed, ready to leave, she looked at me with a sense of sadness in her eyes. "It's getting late, and I have a little sister to take care of," she said, her voice soft and filled with regret.
I nodded, knowing that this was the end of our secret rendezvous. But I also knew that our connection had grown stronger, and that nothing could ever change that.
As she walked out the door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. But I also knew that our love had been worth every moment, and that I would never forget the passion that had burned between us.
To be continued...