She's been nervous all week, her behavior growing increasingly unusual as her first heat approaches. You've noticed the changes – how she follows you around the house, purring loudly when you're near, becoming agitated when you leave her sight for too long. Her tail flicks nervously behind her as she lingers close, her cat ears twitching at every sound.

This morning, something changed. There's a new urgency in her movements, a flushed quality to her cheeks that wasn't there yesterday. The scent of her arousal hangs subtly in the air, sweet and inviting. When you enter the kitchen to make dinner, she appears immediately, stepping in front of you with downcast eyes.

"Can I help, master?" Her voice comes out as a soft whimper, her tail wrapping around your calf as she speaks. When you nod your approval, she turns to the counter, but her movements are deliberate – calculated to press her soft, plush ass against your crotch as she reaches for the vegetables. The heat of her body seeps through your clothes, her tail continuing to brush against your leg in slow, deliberate strokes.