Arin gently released her hand and settled beside her on the bench. A comfortable silence stretched between them. Jenny crossed her legs, the hem of her cream sweater riding just a little higher on her thighs. Arin leaned back, hands behind his head, the picture of relaxed confidence.
'This boy is so polite and well-mannered… I really should invite him over for dinner tonight', Jenny thought, a soft resolve settling in her mind.
She cleared her throat softly. "Um… would you like to come over for dinner tonight, young man?".
Arin turned to her, eyes warm. "I'd love to, ma'am."
"Alright… I'll expect you at 8:30. Don't be late," she said warmly, rising to her feet.
As she straightened, her gaze unintentionally drifted downward, and there it was: the thick, unmistakable ridge of his cock pressing against the fabric of his leggings, tracing a long, heavy line down his left thigh.
Her breath caught for a split second.
But she forced her expression to stay perfectly neutral, turned with practiced grace, and walked away as if she hadn't just seen something that made her pulse race.
'What the fuck… how is that even possible? I've never seen anything that huge… Is he actually hard right now? Because of me? No, stop it, Jenny—you're delusional. No man is built like that…'.
Her pulse hammered in her throat as the image seared itself into her brain. A shaky, incredulous smile curved her lips while she hurried out of the park, cheeks burning beneath the streetlights.
Arin glanced at his phone.
7:29 PM.
Still a full hour before he had to show up at Unit 4-A.
He flicked open the X group chat.
The PE class channel was blowing up—almost everyone already declaring they were skipping tomorrow just because it was Saturday.
Saturdays meant only three periods, and teachers usually vanished the moment the final bell rang.
Most of the students were already planning a mass skip tomorrow for no real reason at all, while the teachers still had to drag themselves in and mark attendance. Those were the unbreakable rules of the college.
Arin suddenly remembered Olivia's earlier message, the one telling him to come to her office right after tomorrow's yoga period. He stared at the notification for a second, then swiped it away without a reply.
Two out of the three Saturday classes were already dead in the water; his classmates were mass-bunking for no reason whatsoever.
He closed the phone, stretched, and let out a lazy yawn.
"Hwaaah… guess I'll swing by the mall, grab some snacks, then head home for a bit," he muttered under his breath.
Pocketing the device, he turned and sauntered out of the park, melting into the cool embrace of the night.
Arin took the escalator straight to the third floor—the food section. He rarely came up here; cheap cup noodles and instant junk lived on the first floor, and that was usually enough for him.
Tonight, though, he felt like treating himself.
He wandered the aisles, tossing a couple of fresh bread packs and a jar of peanut butter into his basket. Just as he reached for a bag of potato chips, his eyes landed on a familiar cream sweater two sections over.
Jenny.
She was examining cuts of beef at the meat counter, a small shopping basket dangling from her arm.
He strolled over, a flicker of pleasant surprise lighting his eyes. He'd assumed she'd gone straight home to start cooking, yet here she was, browsing the fresh meat aisle.
"Hey, ma'am. Didn't expect to run into you again so soon," Arin said, voice light and polite.
"Oh!" Jenny's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "You… why are you here?"
"Just grabbing some snacks before heading home," Arin answered with an easy grin. "Though I guess I just ruined your big dinner surprise, huh?"
She huffed playfully, lifting the packet of beef. "Not at all. You still have no idea what I'm cooking."
"Fair point," he conceded, smile widening. "Mind if I shop with you, ma'am?"
"Sure," she said softly.
They finished the rest of their shopping together—Arin tossing chips and sweets into his basket, Jenny adding vegetables, spices, and that thick slab of fresh raw beef.
Back at Den's Apartment Complex, they climbed the stairs together, the building quiet except for the soft thud of their steps. First floor… second floor… third-floor landing.
"I'll drop these off at my place first and come up in a bit," Arin said, lifting his small bag of snacks.
Jenny gave a soft nod, already fishing her keys from her purse. "Take your time. I still need to shower and change out of these clothes anyway. Come up whenever you're ready—no rush."
"Got it, ma'am," he replied with an easy smile.
She continued up the last flight, hips swaying with every step—the orange leggings catching the dim stairwell light in a way that made it impossible to look anywhere else.
Arin let his gaze linger for one deliberate second longer than polite, then turned down the short hallway to 3-B.
Inside the unit, he kicked off his shoes, threw the snacks into the cupboard, brushed his teeth, and changed into a fresh black T-shirt and loose gray sweatpants (still thin enough that nothing could really hide if he got hard, but at least it looked intentional).
Minutes later he glanced at his phone.
8:26 PM.
Perfect.
He grabbed his phone, climbed the single flight of stairs, and knocked.
*knock-knock-knock*
The door opened almost instantly.
Jenny had showered. Her skin still carried the faint scent of coconut body wash, and her damp hair was twisted up in a loose bun with a few wet strands clinging to her neck.
She'd changed into a sky-blue tank top—no bra, the cool air and her own nerves making her nipples stand out stiff and obvious against the fabric, and the same orange leggings that hugged every dangerous curve of her hips and thighs.
Arin's brain short-circuited for half a second. Blood surged south so fast he had to casually slide his left hand into his pocket and press the heel of his palm against the base of his cock before it tent.
Jenny's lips curved into a knowing little smile—she'd definitely noticed the stunned pause. She waved a hand in front of his face, lips twitching with amusement. "Hello? You coming in or planning to camp in the doorway?"
"Uh—y-yeah, sorry," he muttered, stepping inside with a slightly stiff gait. "Just… zoned out for a second."
She laughed lightly and closed the door behind him. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm about to start cooking—".
Arin stepped inside and dropped into the chair at the small table that would also serve as tonight's dinner spot. His gaze swept the room, taking in every detail.
Soft, sandy-yellow walls bathed the room in a warm, almost drowsy glow. Beside the neatly made bed, a small side table held a single photo frame, a lone cream flower in a delicate vase, and a little come-come cat toy with its paw raised in eternal welcome.
'That's gotta be the cheating bastard', he thought, a dark smirk flickering across his mind.
A modest wardrobe with a full-length mirror took up the south wall, and to his left the open kitchen hummed with quiet activity as Jenny unpacked the groceries.
A moment later she walked over, hips swaying, and set a glass bowl of sweets in front of him.
"Here, have some while you wait," she said with a gentle smile.
Arin picked up a wafer, took a slow, deliberate bite, and let a wicked little grin bloom behind his eyes.
'Heh… time to launch the first compliment'.