As Andrew grew bolder, his hands kneading her hips with increasing confidence, he leaned down and whispered again, his voice low and husky:
"Teacher… you should turn over. I should massage your front also."
Scarlett's eyes snapped open.
"No," she quickly denied, her voice sharp but slightly shaky.
Andrew didn't back down. He kept pestering her gently, "Just for a little while… it will help you relax more."
Seeing her deny him like a shy little girl, something stirred inside him. Before Scarlett could protest again, Andrew placed his hands on her waist and gently but firmly turned her over onto her back himself.
Scarlett let out a soft gasp. She tried to resist at first, but she didn't actually push him away. Deep down, a part of her wanted this.
When she was fully turned and lying on her back, Andrew froze, completely mesmerized.
Her beautiful body was now fully exposed in front of him. The black bra cupped her full C-cup breasts perfectly, the soft, pale mounds rising and falling with her quickened breathing. The thin fabric clearly showed the outline of her hardened nipples, tight and prominent against the material. Below, her black panties hugged her hips, the delicate area around them smooth and inviting.
Andrew's mouth went dry. He couldn't tear his eyes away.
Scarlett's face burned with intense embarrassment. The moment she was turned over and completely exposed, she quickly covered her face with both hands.
However, she couldn't resist peeking through the gaps between her fingers, curiously watching Andrew's expression, the way his eyes darkened with desire and awe as he looked at her.
Andrew swallowed hard, then continued the massage.
His hands moved from her shoulders down to her collarbones, then slowly glided over the upper swell of her breasts, avoiding direct contact with her bra for now. He massaged her sides, her waist, and the soft skin just above her panties with careful, lingering strokes.
Every touch made Scarlett's body tremble slightly. She kept her face hidden behind her hands, but her breathing had become noticeably heavier, and her nipples grew even tighter under the thin bra.
Andrew's hands moved lower, gently massaging her lower abdomen and the sensitive area around her hips, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to the edge of her panties.
Scarlett peeked through her fingers again, her heart racing as she watched him.
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Andrew's hands grew bolder with every passing minute. He massaged the sensitive skin around her panties, his thumbs tracing slow, teasing circles just above the waistband and along the inner edges of her thighs.
Then he moved upward, gently rubbing the area around her bra, the soft flesh of her underboobs and the sides of her breasts.
Scarlett kept blushing furiously. She stayed lying on her back, both hands firmly covering her face, peeking through the gaps between her fingers. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with shallow breaths.
Emboldened by her silence, Andrew finally placed one hand directly on her left breast, cupping it gently over the thin black bra. He wanted to test her reaction.
Scarlett's body jolted. A deep flush spread across her cheeks and neck. In a sudden, instinctive reaction, she quickly moved her hands from her face and grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away.
But Andrew didn't remove it.
Instead, he caught her hand with his free one, gently but firmly pinning it beside her head. Leaning down close to her ear, he whispered in a low, seductive tone:
"Teacher… let me massage."
Scarlett's breath hitched. She struggled for only a moment before her resistance melted. Slowly, she brought her hands back up and covered her face again, hiding her burning embarrassment.
Seeing she wasn't stopping him anymore, Andrew placed his second hand on her right breast.
He began to knead both of them gently at first, then with more confidence. His palms squeezed and massaged the soft, full mounds through the bra, feeling their weight and warmth. His thumbs occasionally brushed over her hardened nipples, causing them to tighten even more against the fabric.
Scarlett's body trembled under his touch. She kept her face hidden behind her hands, but soft, involuntary sounds escaped her lips now and then. Her back arched slightly into his hands despite herself.
Andrew continued kneading her breasts with growing hunger, his breathing heavy as he watched her reactions. The sight of her lying there in only her bra and panties, blushing and hiding her face while letting him touch her so intimately, made his own arousal spike dangerously.
His hands grew even bolder. His fingers slowly slid behind her back, searching for the bra straps. However, because Scarlett was lying flat on the sofa, he couldn't reach the clasp properly.
He leaned closer and whispered, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "Scarlett… lift your body up a little. Let me remove the bra straps."
The moment he called her "Scarlett" instead of "Teacher," her heart skipped a beat. A mix of grievance and deep embarrassment washed over her. She felt strangely aggrieved, as if he was no longer treating her as his strict former teacher, but as a woman. At the same time, her face burned hotter.
Still, she didn't refuse.
Scarlett bit her lower lip and slightly arched her back, lifting her upper body off the sofa just enough for him to reach. Andrew's hand slipped behind her smoothly. With a soft click, he unhooked the bra straps.
He gently pulled the black bra away from her body and tossed it aside.
The moment her breasts were fully exposed, Andrew froze, completely mesmerized.
They were beautiful, full, round C-cups with a perfect, natural shape. Her pale skin glowed under the warm light, and her nipples were already tight and erect, a soft pink color that stood out beautifully against her fair complexion.
His heart pounded violently. A strong, primitive urge surged through him, he wanted to lean down, lick them, suck them, even bite them gently. The desire was so intense that his mouth went dry.
But he controlled himself.
Instead, he placed both hands directly on her bare breasts and began kneading them. His palms cupped their soft weight, squeezing and massaging with increasing hunger. His thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples again and again, rolling them gently between his fingers.
Scarlett's breathing became shaky. She kept her hands over her face, hiding her deeply flushed expression, but her body betrayed her, her back arched slightly into his touch, pushing her breasts further into his hands.
Andrew continued kneading her bare breasts, his touch growing firmer yet still careful. The softness and warmth under his palms made his head spin with desire.
While he continued massaging her bare breasts, his touch grew increasingly daring. His palms squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh with more hunger, his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. The sight of her beautiful, exposed body lying beneath him made his desire surge uncontrollably.
He wanted her. He wanted to fuck her.
But a small part of his mind still held back. It felt strange, he hadn't even properly confessed or made their relationship clear yet. So, before going any further, he decided to settle it.
Andrew leaned down closer, his hands still gently holding her breasts, and said in a simple, straightforward voice:
"Scarlett… I love you."
It was a very plain, almost primitive confession, nothing like the romantic proposals of today's generation. Just honest and direct.
Scarlett's eyes widened slightly. She hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. She had wanted to make him her boyfriend for a while now, but hearing him say it out loud still made her feel shy.
After a brief pause, she nodded.
Andrew shook his head gently. "Scarlett, don't just nod. Reply back."
Her face turned even redder. She bit her lower lip, then whispered softly, almost shyly, "I… I love you too."
A bright, pleased smile spread across Andrew's face. Hearing those words from her made his chest swell with joy and confidence.
Without wasting another second, he looked straight into her eyes and said:
"I want to fuck you."
Although it was phrased as a question, his tone sounded more like he was informing her of what was about to happen, firm and possessive.
Scarlett's blush deepened, spreading down to her neck and chest. She felt embarrassed by how direct he was, but deep down, she also wanted this. She wanted to experience sex, to feel what it was like with him.
Her hands, which had been covering her face, slowly moved away, revealing her flushed cheeks and slightly misty eyes.
She nodded again, this time more clearly.
Hearing Scarlett's shy nod of acceptance, Andrew's heart swelled with warmth and desire.
He leaned down slowly, cupping her flushed cheek with one hand, and gave her a deep, tender kiss. It was soft, lingering, and full of unspoken feelings. His lips moved gently against hers, savoring the sweetness and the slight tremble in her breath.
When he pulled back, he looked into her eyes with a gentle smile.
"You're so beautiful, Scarlett…"
Before she could respond, Andrew slid his arms beneath her body and scooped her up bridal-style. Scarlett let out a small, surprised gasp, her face turning even redder.
She didn't know exactly what he was planning, but she didn't resist. Instead, she wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, burying her burning face against his shoulder.
Andrew carried her carefully from the living room into her bedroom. The moment they entered, he gently laid her down on the soft, neatly made bed. Scarlett's long dark hair spread out like silk across the pillow as she looked up at him with shy, expectant eyes.
Without wasting another moment, Andrew quickly undressed himself, pulling off his shirt and pants until he stood completely naked before her. His body was toned from military training, and his cock was already hard, standing proudly. He climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself over her.
Scarlett's heart raced. Everything was happening so fast, yet she didn't interrupt him. She simply watched him with a mix of nervousness and quiet longing.
Andrew lowered himself onto her, their bodies pressing together skin-to-skin for the first time. He started rubbing his body against hers slowly, sensually.
His chest brushed against her bare breasts, his hips moved gently, and his hard cock rubbed teasingly along her covered slit, even through the thin fabric of her panties. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through both of them.
He kissed her again, this time slower, deeper, more romantic. His lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw, then down to her neck, placing soft, lingering kisses along her sensitive skin.