Common Sense Manipulation App-Chapter 51 - Touch

Rebecca let out a slow breath, still resting against Karl as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"You’re comfortable, Karl."

Karl smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Am I?"

She chuckled softly. "Yeah... I don’t know why, but I feel like I can just be myself around you."

He hummed. "And what does that mean, exactly?"

Rebecca shifted slightly, pressing just a little closer. "It means I don’t have to think. I don’t have to worry. I can just... feel."

Karl’s smirk widened. "That’s a dangerous thing to say."

She laughed, light and unbothered. "Why? You’re my neighbor. We’re close, aren’t we?"

Karl let the words hang between them, watching her, reading every subtle cue.

"You trust me that much?" he murmured.

Rebecca didn’t hesitate. "Of course I do."

"Even though you barely know me?"

She hummed, fingers absently tracing circles against his stomach. "I feel like I’ve known you forever."

Karl chuckled under his breath. "That’s an interesting way to put it."

Rebecca sighed, nuzzling lightly against his shoulder. "It’s just... easy with you. Like this is how things are supposed to be."

Karl exhaled slowly, his smirk deepening. "You don’t think it’s a little strange?"

She pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. Her expression was soft, unguarded.

"Why would it be strange?" She tilted her head. "You’re my neighbor, Karl."

As if that explained everything. As if it justified everything.

Karl watched her for a moment, then chuckled. "Right. I guess that makes sense."

Rebecca smiled, completely at ease. "Of course it does."

And that was all he needed to hear.

Rebecca sighed, shifting against him. But this time, her hands moved—slow, deliberate.

Then—squeeze.

Karl raised an eyebrow as he felt her fingers firmly grip his ass.

"Well, well," she murmured, her voice laced with amusement. "I never noticed before... but you’ve got a pretty nice ass, Karl."

Karl blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before smirking. "That so?"

Rebecca gave another squeeze, testing the firmness beneath her palms. "Mhm. Tight. Solid. You work out?"

Karl chuckled. "I walk a lot. That count?"

She hummed in approval. "Explains why it’s so... grabbable."

He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Didn’t take you for the type to be so bold."

Rebecca laughed, her fingers still there, kneading lazily as if completely unbothered. "I don’t know... I guess I never realized how much I like a firm ass until now."

Karl smirked. "Glad I could help with that revelation."

Rebecca gave him a teasing squeeze before finally letting go—slowly, like she was reluctant.

"You’re fun to touch," she admitted, leaning in close, her breath warm against his neck.

Karl’s smirk didn’t waver. "Should I be flattered?"

She grinned. "Definitely."

He chuckled, tilting his head slightly. "And what if I grabbed you like that?"

Rebecca blinked, then giggled. "Well, that would only be fair, wouldn’t it?"

Karl watched her for a moment, then smirked wider. "Rebecca, I think you’re enjoying this a little too much."

She shrugged playfully, stepping even closer. "And if I am?"

Karl exhaled, his amusement growing. "Then I suppose I should make sure you really enjoy it."

Rebecca’s eyes sparkled. "Now you’re catching on."

Rebecca didn’t just step closer—she pushed into him, her hands sliding around his waist, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt like she never wanted to let go.

Karl raised an eyebrow. This was escalating fast.

Before he could comment, Rebecca’s hands slid lower—lower—until her fingers curled around his ass again, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Seriously, Karl," she murmured, pressing against his chest, her voice smooth, teasing. "How have I never noticed how... firm you are?"

Karl smirked. "I could ask you the same thing about being this aggressive."

Rebecca chuckled, unbothered. "I guess I’m just... realizing a few things."

Her fingers didn’t let go. If anything, they explored—gripping, testing, as if memorizing the shape beneath her touch.

Karl leaned slightly against the counter, watching her with sharp amusement. This wasn’t just casual flirting anymore. This was pent-up frustration.

She was touching him like a starving woman.

Karl let his voice drop to a low murmur. "Something on your mind, Rebecca?"

She hummed, dragging her nails lightly against his back before gripping his ass harder. "Mmm... maybe just the fact that I never get to do this."

Karl’s smirk didn’t waver. "And why is that?"

Rebecca exhaled through her nose, a small scoff leaving her lips. "Because my husband barely touches me, Karl."

Karl blinked. There it is.

He had suspected as much—her sudden eagerness, her complete lack of hesitation. This wasn’t just common sense rewritten.

This was repressed need—the kind that had been ignored, neglected.

And now?

She was releasing it all on him.

Rebecca sighed, pressing her forehead against his shoulder, her hands still locked on his waist. "It’s frustrating, you know?"

Karl chuckled, fingers grazing her hips in a teasing motion. "I can tell."

She pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze with something unreadable—something almost desperate. "You don’t mind, do you?"

Karl tilted his head. "Mind what?"

Rebecca’s lips curled into a slow, almost knowing smile. "Me being too friendly, touching you like this."

Karl exhaled, his smirk widening. "Not one bit."

Rebecca hummed in satisfaction. "Good."

Then—she grabbed him again, harder, pulling him closer.

Karl let out a low chuckle. This woman was insatiable.

Rebecca didn’t hesitate. She grabbed Karl’s wrist, guiding him toward the living room with a firm, almost needy grip.

"Come sit with me," she murmured, not waiting for a response as she pulled him onto the couch beside her.

Karl raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You’re being pretty forceful, you know that?"

Rebecca chuckled, uncaring. Instead of answering, she shifted closer—much closer—until she was practically in his lap.

Then—she pulled him in.

Karl barely had time to react before his face was pressed against the soft warmth of her chest.

The scent of vanilla and faint traces of her perfume filled his senses. Her arms wrapped around him, fingers threading through his hair as if she had every right to hold him like this.

Karl exhaled, his voice muffled against her. "Really making yourself comfortable, huh?"

Rebecca hummed, running her fingers down his back in slow, lazy strokes. "Mmm... you’re warm, Karl."

He chuckled against her, his breath brushing against the softness pressing into him.

She sighed, shifting so he was even deeper against her. "It’s nice. Holding someone like this. Feeling wanted."

Karl smirked, tilting his head just enough to glance up at her. "You make it sound like your husband never does this."

Rebecca let out a quiet laugh, but it lacked humor. "He doesn’t."

Karl blinked. Ah. That explains a lot.

The way she touched him, the way she clung to him—it wasn’t just casual affection.

It was hunger.

A hunger that had been ignored for far too long.

She tightened her embrace, one hand pressing against the back of his head, keeping him exactly where she wanted him.

Karl exhaled, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest against him. The warmth, the softness—it was intoxicating.

Rebecca whispered, voice barely above a murmur, "Just stay like this for a little while."

Karl smirked, resting his hands lazily on her waist. "You really don’t wanna let go, huh?"

She shook her head, fingers curling slightly against his back. "No. Not yet."

Karl chuckled, letting the moment linger.

This wasn’t just common sense manipulated—this was Rebecca unraveling before his eyes.

And Karl?

Karl was just enjoying the show.

Rebecca finally loosened her embrace, her fingers trailing slowly down Karl’s back before she pulled away just enough to look at him.

There was something in her eyes—playfulness, temptation... and a quiet challenge.

She tilted her head slightly, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips.

"You want to touch it?"

Karl raised an eyebrow, his smirk mirroring hers. "As a man of culture and a good neighbor, I can’t refuse this."

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