Infatuation | Shawn Mendes

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"Now you try," Mr. Mendes slid the paper towards Brielle as she tapped her pencil against the dining table. Tonight was another tutoring session for Brielle, and she was determined to leave the Mendes' with actual knowledge of calculus rather than lust over her professor the entire time. Only a few looks, no staring, no dirty thoughts, she reminded herself.

Brielle continued to work on the problem Mr. Mendes had asked her to try, and now he was the one doing all the staring. He couldn't help but gaze at her while she concentrated completely on the work, her tongue grazing her bottom lip before she gently bit down on it with her top teeth in thought. Both of them were too consumed in their thoughts to notice the front door was open, until Evelyn's voice met their ears.

"Oh! Hello, Brielle! I forgot Shawn was tutoring you tonight," she laughed, locking the door and placing the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. "How about you stay for dinner, love?"

"I'd love to," Brielle smiled up at Mrs. Mendes who happily began preparing dinner in the kitchen not too far from where she and Shawn were working. Brielle looked back at Mr. Mendes who gave her an approving smile, and ushered her to continue working.

After tutoring was over, Brielle joined Mrs. Mendes in the kitchen and offered to help prepare something, and eventually was given the task of setting the dinner table. Mr. Mendes had ran out to grab some wine a short while ago, and was just now returning. He pushed the front door open, and the first thing his eyes were met with, was Brielle, who was bending over to pick up a napkin she had dropped on the dark wooden floor. Her thin, white skirt rode up her backside, allowing for a nice view of her silky black panties. Shawn's breath hitched in his throat, and before he was caught staring at the young girl, he picked up his jaw and made his way over to his wife who was still working on dinner.

Evelyn laid her hand on Shawn's bicep and leaned in for a kiss, before Shawn pulled away to show her the wine he had purchased. The truth was that he felt more than uncomfortable kissing her after he had just been staring at Brielle's backside without his wife's knowledge. The view was enough to make his cock stiffen a bit.

"Alright, dinner is ready," Evelyn placed the food along the length of the table, before calling Ethan downstairs to join them.

"I was just -- oh, hey. Didn't know you'd be here tonight," Ethan stumbled over his words a bit as he saw Brielle sitting in one of the dining table chairs. She smiled and waved at him before Evelyn gave him a look.

"Oh! I didn't -- I didn't mean it like that. I-I'm always happy to see you, Bri, don't get me wrong." He quickly corrected his previous statement.

Brielle giggled at the cute nickname he had given her. Her whole life she had made everyone call her Brielle. She had always believed those nicknames didn't suit her, she hated them. But when "Bri" slipped out of Ethan's lips, she couldn't help but smile.

Ethan took a seat across from Brielle, who was seated next to Mr. Mendes, and Mrs. Mendes across from her husband. Small talk began as Mr. Mendes poured wine into each of the four glasses, smiling at Brielle as she immediately brought hers to her lips.

"So is Shawn a good teacher?" Evelyn asked Brielle, chuckling as she took a bite of her food. Mr. Mendes rolled his eyes playfully at his wife, before glancing over at Brielle as she answered.

"Yeah, he is actually," the young girl giggled, placing her hands in her lap and playing wit the hem of her skirt. Mr. Mendes couldn't help but watch her fiddle with the cotton material. She pulled them up slightly, bunching the fabric in her fist, revealing more of her golden tanned legs.

Dinner continued, the four chatting away nonstop. Mr. Mendes was out of it, eating slowly and taking quick glances at Brielle's plump lips, mentally groaning each time she took a sip of wine and her eyes fluttered close in enjoyment.

As she was sipping her drink, Shawn reached his hand out to grab the salt, accidentally knocking over his glass of water. "Fuck," he cursed quietly as the water spilled onto Brielle's lap, making her gasp and set her wine glass down on the table.

"Language, Shawn," Evelyn reminded, "And go help her clean up please."

"Right, god, I'm sorry." Shawn shook his head at Brielle who was simply staring down at her now wet white skirt, which was quickly becoming a bit translucent, and attempting to pat it dry with the napkins Ethan had passed her, "Come on, I'll help you clean up."

Mr. Mendes pushed his chair out and walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs into his and Mrs. Mendes' shared bedroom, Brielle following quickly behind.

"I'm really sorry about that," Shawn spat in the silence of the room, "complete accident."

"It's alright," Brielle laughed it off, "does your wife have any sweatpants or something I could borrow by chance?"

Shawn's eyes followed Brielle's which were fixated on her wet skirt which now allowed the outline of her black panties to be clearly seen.

"U-Um, yeah, I-I think so," Mr. Mendes' breath was caught in his throat at the sight, his heart pounding.

You shouldn't be feeling this way, your wife is right downstairs. How could you do that to her? He thought.

The two walked into the bathroom connected to the bedroom, and Shawn handed her a pair of sweatpants.

"I'll be out --"

Brielle cut him off by immediately sliding off her wet skirt, taking him by surprise. His eyes widened as he began to speak. "What are you --"

She stood there for a minute in just a top and her black panties, Mr. Mendes' eyes not tearing away from the sight. He knew he should've left, even if she had put him in this situation, yet he couldn't seem to gather the strength to leave. After all, he had been wishing for a scene like this since he first laid eyes on her back in September.

"Sorry, hope you don't mind," she laughed, "I just don't think it's a big deal. I mean, I'm not naked."

"Y-Yeah," Shawn stuttered, trying to convince both Brielle and himself that it was no big deal, that he wasn't doing anything wrong.

She still hadn't put the sweats on, and instead was sauntering around the bathroom, dressed in her panties, making Shawn's heart pound against his chest, his hands sweaty, his head spinning.

"This is such a pretty bathroom, Mr. Mendes," she said softly, now staring at him.

"Y-Yeah, thank you. Um, maybe -- maybe we should just go," Shawn began to walk out before Brielle pushed him down onto the edge of the bathtub.

"Why so soon? Isn't this what you wanted?" She smirked, her eyes boring into his.

"I-I have a wife." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Didn't seem to stop you from looking at me in that way," Brielle chuckled, leaning in and leaving kisses along his neck.

Shawn's hand snaked around her, squeezing the back of her thigh with the palm of his hand, making Brielle breath out heavily.

"This is wrong, Brielle, we shouldn't," Shawn mustered the courage to quickly pull his hand away.

"No one has to know, Mr. Mendes. It'll be our little secret."