Infatuation | Shawn Mendes

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The sun was beginning to set as Brielle's sleek, black car rolled into the driveway of a luxurious house belonging to the Mendes'. Surrounded by a plush garden with luscious green plants and brightly colored flowers was a slim concrete walkway leading to a glossy, wooden door. She took one last look at the crumpled white paper Mr. Mendes had scribbled his address down on, along with his phone number and the days of the week they were to meet, before opening the door. Stepping out of her car, Brielle's full, thick curls bounced around, held up by a high ponytail. She wore another two piece set this evening, this one consisting of a cream colored skirt, again, stopping just beneath her bottom, and a top to match -- one that made her breasts look simply impeccable. Brielle placed a few hard knocks against the wooden door as she observed the Mendes' home. From the looks of it, her professor sure had a lot in his wallet.

The doorknob twisted and turned for a second before swinging open, only to reveal a tall man, whose dark, almost black, hair was swept upwards. He stared at Brielle, eyes raking over her body, stopping at her breasts and thighs for a bit longer than the rest as he attempted to take in her glorious figure.

"Hi," Brielle parted her lips, wanting to start the conversation in order to draw his eyes away from her curves for a moment, "I'm looking for Mr. Mendes. He's my calculus professor."

"Oh, so my dad, huh?" The brunette asked with a deep chuckle, moving aside and letting her inside their home. As soon as the word "dad" left his lips, Brielle focused her eyes back on his face, now noticing his and Mr. Mendes' matching prominent jawlines, and his eyes that were just like his father's.

"You're his son?" Brielle questioned after taking another good look at him.

"Yeah. I'm Ethan, by the way." He outstretched his hand, firmly shaking Brielle's as she told him her name.

The two stood there in slight awkwardness, before a slim woman stepped down the stairs, her hair straightened against her shoulders, lips coated with red.

"Hi! Brielle, is it? I'm Evelyn, Shawn's wife." She walked forward with open arms to embrace her.

Evelyn soon disappeared after grabbing a cup of coffee, and Mr. Mendes was the next to come down the stairs. Brielle had never seen her professor in casual attire -- sporting black jeans and a tight t-shirt.

"Hello, Brielle!" He called out, before quickly glancing over at his son who's eyes were still taking in every bit of Brielle's body, "I see you've met Ethan."

"Yes," she nodded politely as Mr. Mendes motioned for her to take a seat at the dining table while Ethan retreated to his bedroom, his mind filled with raunchy thoughts about the girl merely a floor beneath him.

He wanted nothing more than to pin her down to his bed and pleasure her -- to indulge in her sweet moans and cries of content. His pants grew tight at the feeling, yet he couldn't stop the perpetual thoughts of her writhing beneath him in pure bliss. Ethan laid in bed and daydreamed of her plump, precious lips and their capabilities, her thighs and his face stuffed between them.

If only he knew his father felt the same way.