Kendra’s POV
My phone buzzed while I was laying in bed watching a movie. It was Clara.
Clara: What do you think about coming over to my place? I can’t stop thinking about you… and what we did… I'll tell my mom we have a project to work on.
I bit my lip, already feeling a heat pool between my legs.
Me: Send me the address.
Thirty minutes later, I arrived at Clara’s house — a nice, upscale family home in a quiet neighborhood. I rang the doorbell, heart racing with excitement and a hint of nerves.
Clara’s mother opened the door — an elegant woman in her late 40s with warm eyes and a kind smile.
“Hello,” she said pleasantly. “You must be Clara’s friend.”
Clara appeared behind her, looking composed. “Mom, this is Kendra. We’re course mates working on a big project together. I invited h
