Alex opened the front door, stepping into his mom's quiet house, after a slow walk from the campus basketball courts.
"I'm home." he murmured faintly into the hallway.
Reaching down, he set the basketball he had tucked under his arm onto the wooden shoe console by the entrance. He slipped off his sneakers, setting them neatly beside the door.
Down the corridor, the steady noises of the bathroom shower echoed through the walls, mingling with the soft splashing of tap water and the clinking of plates coming from the kitchen.
Walking down the hallway, Alex reached the kitchen doorway and paused.
Standing at the sink was his professor Janeth. Looking quite like a mesmerizing sight.
She was wearing a long, form-fitting dress covered in thin stripes, paired with a soft black cardigan draped loosely over her shoulders.
The stretchy fabric hugged every curve of her voluptuous frame, clinging tightly to her soft rounded hips and narrow hourglass waist, while delicate spaghetti straps strained under the generous swell of her plush chest pushing against the neckline.
Since Janeth had been stuck inside for the past few days, Alex's mother had taken it upon herself to spoil her.
Even had gone out to buy a few stylish outfits she assumed would look cute on a pretty young woman, happily treating the sweet professor like her own daughter.
Janeth swayed gently with every movement as she rinsed the remaining dishes, warm water cascading over her delicate hands.
She looked entirely different from the composed, strict professor who stood behind a lecture podium.
Her blondish hair was loose, falling in messy waves down her back instead of tied up in her usual tight bun. She looked comfortable and safer than she was befre.
Alex leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, watching her work for a long moment with a faint satisfied smile.
Finishing the last plate, Janeth turned off the faucet and wiped her hands on a dry towel. As she turned around to face the door, her eyes locked onto the tall figure standing right at the kitchen doorway.
A sharp gasp caught in her throat, clutching the towel to her chest, her brown eyes widening in surprise as she jumped back a step.
"A-Alex?!" Janeth blurted out, her heart thumping against her ribs. "Goodness... how long have you been standing there?! You didn't make a single sound!"
"Just now." Alex replied with a calm lazy grin.
Instead of remaining at the door, he strolled casually toward the dining table in the center of the kitchen.
Reaching down, he picked up a leftover piece of seasoned meat from a plate on the table, popping it into his mouth and chewing with nonchalantly.
Janeth let out a long breathy sigh, setting the towel down on the counter. Her eyes lingered on his face, the tight anxiety of the past two days finally melting away. "You're late. I was starting to think you were staying out again. Where have you even been?"
"Just playing basketball." Alex said, swallowing the bite before resting his hand on the back of a chair. "Found a struggling team that needed an extra player, so I thought I'd join in and have some fun."
Janeth blinked, her head tilting to the side in genuine confusion. Her messy bangs brushed across her forehead as she gave him a skeptical look.
"Basketball? You?" She couldn't help a faint amused smile from tugging at her lips. "Since when do you care about sports? You've never looked like the type to run around a court all day."
"People change when they're bored." Alex hummed smoothly, his deep red eyes fixed onto hers. He couldn't announce the plan of making a fuss and bringing the campus whole just for him, so Liza could cast the spell.
"O-okay, your mother mentioned you usually stay over with some roommates, but I'm glad you're having fun." Janeth said softly, leaning her hip against the edge of the counter. "I hate being cooped up in here, although your mom is trying to distract me with movies and shopping. She's a nice woman..."
"She likes having someone to fuss over." Alex said. "She bought you that dress?"
"Yes." Janeth murmured, her cheeks warming slightly as she looked down at the striped fabric. "She said it brought out my eyes. I think she just wanted to see me in something that wasn't your hoodie."
"It looks good on you." Alex responded casually and smiling.
In response, Janeth's blush deepened. "Thank you. But I'm going crazy in here, Alex. The dean keeps calling me... My students don't know where I am. I have to turn my phone off all day."
"You're hiding now." Alex said bluntly. "That's the point."
"I know." she whispered, her grip tightening on the edge of the counter. "But hiding feels like I have committed a crime... If only you were with me."
The light banter faded into a quiet, heavy stillness.
Looking at his calm composed face, two days of isolation and bottled-up stress seemed to evaporate instantly.
Janeth felt a sudden ache in her chest, a desperate need for his presence that she could no longer deny.
The fear of the outside world, the threat to her reputation, the overwhelming guilt of hiding in his house. It all pressed down on her at once, and the only safe place in the room was him.
A blush surged up her neck, staining her soft cheeks a vivid crimson. Forgetting her usual professor persona, she took a timid step forward.
Alex stood taller than her, looking down as the gorgeous woman approached him with slow steps. Her eyes were glassy and glowing with vulnerability, her plump lips parted slightly as she breathed.
Reaching out, Janeth wrapped her arms all the way around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides as she buried her flushed face directly into his chest.
As she pressed into him, her soft heavy breasts flattened firmly against his broad chest, sending a surge of warmth straight through his shirt.
She inhaled deeply, catching the faint scent of fresh sweat and his smell on his clothes.
It was a grounding scent that made her grip tighten.
The contrast between her soft curves and his solid frame was stark, feeling fragile against him, like she could break if he squeezed too hard.
Alex looked down at the top of her head, feeling her entire body trembling softly against his.
"Don't say anything..." Janeth whispered shyly, her voice tiny and delightfully muffled against his chest. "Just stay still like this for a moment. Hugging you is the only thing that calms me down."
Alex relaxed, letting her hold him tightly. He could hear the rapid fluttering pounds of her heart and feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she soaked in his heat.
After a long quiet minute, Janeth slowly tilted her head up. Looking down at her, she looked impossibly pretty, her cheeks were burning red, her eyes darting shyly up at him with a new affection.
Without say a word, she tiptoed up slightly, leaning in and planting a soft lingering kiss on his right cheek, letting out a faint contented hum against his skin.
She paused, her breath warm against his jaw, before shifting to place another sweet smooch on his left cheek.
The second kiss lingered a fraction longer than the first.
Her gaze finally landed on his lips. Her heart pounded against her ribs like drums, biting her lower lip nervously and averting her eyes to the side, completely flustered by her own boldness.
"Can I... kiss you properly?" she requested, her whisper barely audible.
Alex smiled faintly, nodding his head. "Go ahead."
Janeth closed the tiny gap between them, pressing her plump pink lips to his.
But it wasn't a skilled or wild kiss. Simply used what little she knew, pressing her mouth against his with a desperate tenderness, letting out a soft moan into his mouth.
Alex's hands instinctively slid down to her narrow waist, his fingers digging gently into her soft curves as he pulled her flush against his body, deepening the kiss into a slow lingering pace.
Melting completely into his arms, her hands sliding up to grip his shoulders as she leaned into his embrace. The kitchen was entirely silent except for the sound of their breathing.
But suddenly a few light hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway floor, followed instantly by a sharp gasp that broke the quiet kitchen.
"Janeth, I heard your yelling. Is everything okay—O-oh...my goodness...!"
Janeth froze, a panicked squeak came out involuntarily from her throat as her knees completely gave out, causing her to lose her footing and tumble straight forward into Alex's chest.
Alex caught her with one arm around her waist, turning his head toward the kitchen entrance.
Standing right at the doorway was his mother, a towel draped loosely over her damp hair. Her jaw had dropped completely open, her other hand slapped over her mouth in shock as she stared at her son holding his professor in a tight embrace...