The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Corinne’s eyes widened, and she stared in bewilderment when she realized that Jeremy was doing one-handed pushups. He had covered her mouth with one hand after pulling the blanket over their bodies, leaving only their heads exposed.

They stared blankly at each other as his face seemed to rise and fall within inches of hers. Anyone who saw them would assume that they were in the midst of a passionate session.

Corinne felt a little uncomfortable and pushed his hand away after finally having enough of his suggestive actions. “Mister, you…”

When Jeremy lowered himself during a round of push-ups, he leaned into her ear and whispered a warning, “Didn’t you say you were going to do a proper job of fulfilling your task? You need to cooperate with me on this as well, so stop moving around!”

Corinne stared blankly at him for a moment before keenly noticing movements at the door of the room.

Pamela had pushed the door slightly ajar and was observing in secret.

‘I get it now!’ As soon as Corinne realized what was going on, she asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to moan too?”

Jeremy froze slightly and soon narrowed his handsome eyes. “Do you know how?”

Corinne’s expression was that of confidence, while Jeremy’s was that of playful teasing.

“Go ahead and try.”

Corinne took a deep breath and began her performance. “Yeah, Hubby. Mmh! Come on! Come on! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Do that, do that! MMMHHH! Oh yeah, f—”

The playfulness in Jeremy’s eyes disappeared in a flash, and his forehead twitched violently as he covered her mouth shut.

Corinne frowned. “Mgghh…” It would be much more believable if her voice was muffled as if she was suppressing herself from making any noise.

The small gap at the door began to narrow even more until it finally closed shut.

Pamela had a satisfied smile as she turned around and left.

Corinne pushed the man’s hand away again and said angrily, “Your grandmother is gone, mister! You can get up now!”

Jeremy lifted the blanket, got up gracefully, and grabbed the shirt that he had taken off so he could put it on again.

Corinne sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and remarked in a peeved tone, “You must be very disciplined to have maintained those six-pack abs at this age!”

stiffened. ‘How old does she think I am?’

to be under the impression that you’re interested in my body if you keep looking

her mouth. “I’m interested only in your abs. The

the bed and reached out to grab Corinne’s

she said, “The

a man?” Jeremy chuckled in

“What’s your type then,

prompting Corinne to cock an eyebrow and ask, “Let me guess: You

at her and leaned over slightly, “As long as they’re not little girls like you who act like

chin as soon as he ended his sentence and made his way to the bathroom.

sleep with her that night because Pamela was at home that day. Despite knowing that he was not interested in her, she still felt awkward to spend a

Jeremy came out of the bathroom, Corinne had already fallen asleep while leaning against the bed head. Her cell phone screen was still

handsome eyes narrowed as he took her cell phone, pressed the lock screen, and tossed it

since he had hurt her by accident that day, he decided that there was no harm in tucking her in

way, Jeremy turned around and walked

…

did not have to get up early for work, so she leaned lazily on

a sudden, a contact of hers named Aaron Rhode sent her an urgent message through a messaging app. [Hey, boss! I just got some information

of bed to freshen up. As she went

greeted the old woman politely,

“Don’t ‘ma’am’ me. Just call me Grandma.”

woman’s attitude seemed to have taken a swift turn from

she was told and corrected herself, “Grandma.”

Doesn’t that make us feel so much closer to each other?” Pamela finally smiled and led her to sit at the table. “Come and

hear that. They never imagined that the old lady would

and started eating. It would be imprudent of her to refuse Pamela’s

the food. “Have

added to the

went downstairs and said with a yawn, “Good morning,

Francine. I’d like you to come here and apologize

old lady in shock. “What? You…want me…to apologize to her? She’s the one who bullied me!”

you alone, Francine. The older ones, particularly, are more observant! I just found out you