LOGINEmmaI touched myself in the shower, and I lay in the bathtub and used the bidet in between my legs. All I did was think about him—us laid up next to each other. I increased the setting and pointed it between my legs until I was writhing in the bathtub.I did it again; this time, I added nipple stimulation, turning the bidet on my breasts. I fondled my own breasts until my toes curled as my orgasm hit me.Steam still curled around me when I opened the bathroom door, towel clutched tight. I nearly screamed when I saw Noah standing there. His eyes widened like he’d seen a ghost.“Oh my God, Emma, I’m so sorry!” he blurted, spinning halfway toward the wall. “I forgot for a moment you were here. I thought everyone was downstairs…” he trailed off.“Yeah?” I asked, wide-eyed, still clutching tightly to my towel.“I wanted to ask…”“Ask what?” I blurted out too quickly.He rubbed the back of his neck; I could see the struggle in his eyes. “About last night. You, um, were lying in bed, and I—
NoahI woke up with a banging headache on the left side of my face. My eyelids fluttered open as I struggled to adjust to the light. There was a soft floral scent in the air, and my pillow felt extra soft this morning—almost like…I raised my head so fast I gave myself whiplash. Groaning, I massaged my temples. My eyes widened when I glanced down at my bed. Someone was lying beside me. A woman. Not just any woman. Emma. My sister’s friend.I jumped out of bed so quickly that she stirred awake.My eyes wandered from her red hair sprawled across my pillow to her face. Her emerald eyes met mine for a split second before she looked away.Wait. Was that a blush on her cheeks?I looked again, and only then did I notice the extremely short nightdress she was wearing, one that frankly left nothing to the imagination. We slept…“Emma, I’m sorry. I really am. I don’t know…” I cleared my throat. “I don’t know how I got here—”I scratched my head. “Frankly, I don’t remember much of last night. I
EmmaA few years later…“Oh, babe, you’ve got to let me—” She giggled. “I’ve got to—” more giggles. The keys dangled in her hand as she tried to fit them into the keyhole.I rolled my eyes and plucked the keys from her fingers. “The door is open.”“Thank you,” Olivia mouthed before resuming her make-out session with Byron, her new boyfriend. They’d been together for five months now, and it looked like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.Unfortunately, I always had front-row seats to their show. Their loud kissing echoed through the entryway as he wandered blindly inside, Olivia still wrapped around him like a koala.I sighed and carried the boxes in, one by one. When I turned back, they were still at it. Olivia’s hands were looped around his neck while his hands slid down her thighs, drifting way too close to her ass.I stood there in awkward silence, scratching the bridge of my nose.Olivia let out a soft moan, and that was my cue. “Hey! Hey! Cut it out, quickly!”Byron’s
Emma“One, two, three…” Olivia’s voice rang out loud.“No, Olivia!” I cried out. “You’re too fast…”Olivia dramatically rolled her eyes. “You’ve got to hurry!”“Yeah, I know, but you have to count slower next time. Like onnnee, twwwooo…” I drew out the words.She shook her head, her blonde pigtails bouncing around. “Okay, fine, but you’ve got to really hurry this time. Like, go! Go!”She covered her eyes with her hands and turned her back to me. “Onnnee…” She drew out the count, but not as much as I’d like her to.“No peeking, Olivia!” I yelled, giggling as I ran up the stairs.“Three… I won’t peek…”I didn’t respond because I was already at the top of the stairs. The kitchen was out of bounds; it was a wide kitchen, there weren’t that many places to hide, and she had already caught me in the cupboard.Olivia’s room was out of bounds, for obvious reasons. I mean, they were good hiding spots, but she knew all of them.Her parents’ room – they were out of town – and it would be the last
ChantelleThose were the last words I remembered saying, and then my loud moaning and his deep grunting, the slick wet noises our bodies made where we joined, the sound of his balls slapping hard against my ass, my hips slamming into the table, and the table scraping lightly against the posh rug because of how hard and fast his thrusts were – all of this interwoven into one sensual sound, and I was far too deep in my head to make sense of any of it.The orgasm that hit me was consuming; it was the same one that hit him. He had grabbed onto me as he shuddered violently, and I was thankful that he did because my knees gave out, and I would have dropped to the floor if he hadn’t held me up. His groans were loud as he spurted short spurts of cum into me.By the end of it, we were both out of breath and sweating despite the perfect air conditioning. I collapsed on the table, and he collapsed on top of me.For the first hour, I could barely walk, but I did manage to get up on my feet and fi
ChantelleOkay, yes, I wanted to have sex with him, like, all the time, until I got bored with it, if that were even possible. I mean, look at the man! But that didn’t mean I wasn’t a tiny bit skeptical about the contract.And no, it wasn’t because I didn’t like what he was offering. It was the time frame, the seriousness of it all. So what happened after two years?Do we go back to being casual workers, and then he enters into a new contract with another? Worse, does he fire me?And when our relations are in a formal contract like this, it makes it look so strict, and I didn’t want to be strict with him. I wanted more; it was crazy to admit it, but it was true.“Fuck, Chantelle, just sign it…” he whispered in a husky voice and put up another finger, making it two.I shut my eyes when his finger slid across my slick folds. “I just have to read it first…” A gasp escaped my lips when his finger slipped into my entrance.“Fuck… you’re so wet for me.” He curled his fingers inside me. “I lo







