Cover up

You carefully reach down and pull your pants up, though the events have softened you considerably. Emily does not help, whispering, "Suck you later, buddy," as you pull your pants up. You shoot her a glare, and she shrugs, obviously fighting to keep a grin off her face. You take a deep breath and turn, sitting up in the backseat. Beth is waiting patiently, and you hear the door unlock as Emily hits the key fob.

"Do you mind if I drive?" Beth asks, sitting down in the driver's seat. Emily wordlessly hands the key to her, and you do your best to avoid staring at her shirt as it falls away from her breast. You fail, getting an eyeful of the perky tit you'd been fondling minutes before. Beth doesn't notice, still focused on the car in front of her. Emily does however, and gives you a slight nod as she sits down, pulling the shirt closed. She mouths "Later," and you nod back.

You pull out of the car and begin heading back to the house. No one asks about the night's entertainment, though Sarah idly chats about all the fun stuff she and Beth did, somehow maintaining a completely one-sided discussion the entire time. As you pull into the driveway, she turns and leans into the backseat. "Of course, it wasn't as fun as YOUR day," she says, winking loudly.

You and Emily both try to hold in the snigger, but Beth actually busts out laughing. The surprise wears off in a moment, and soon you are all laughing loudly. "Fuck you Sarah," Beth shouts. "I'm supposed to be pissed at them."

"Oh c'mon. It's hilarious. These two were literally making out in the back of the car." Beth's jaw drops.

"That's not making out," Beth says, looking at Sarah. Sarah winks at you.

"It is when I do it," Sarah replies, and another wave of laughter hits the car. "Maybe that's why I was so popular," Sarah adds, bringing a fresh row of laughter. Beth seems to give up.

"Let's get inside," Beth sighs, obviously giving up. You all make your way to the door. Beth turns around. "You guys were working," she notes. "Or supposed to be. We're going to have a chat after dinner," she says, and the stern boss you have met before seems to be back. Beth looks at you, then at Emily before turning around and using the keys to open the door to the house. Sarah gives you both a look but says nothing. This is the Beth who stays in her office until she's calmed down, and each of you has shared stories about how you've only bothered her once.

As you all make your way into the house, Beth marches upstairs. You can't help but watch her bubble but bounce up the stairs, and Emily grips your arm. "It's so hot," Emily says softly as Beth climbs the stairs. You look at her in awe. "What?" she asks. "You got me completely turned on in the car with that cock trying to work its way down my throat," she teases.

"That was pretty hot," Sarah notes, standing right out of eyesight as you two turn toward her. "And I was glad to see you two having such a good time. Plus, this means Beth is no longer mad at me. When I saw the look on her face, I realized I'd be able to get away with ****," Sarah teases.

You and Emily instinctively lean closer together, and Sarah grins. "That's fucking adorable," Sarah laughs. "And I'm going to do what I can to calm her down. I may call in a favor later if it helps, though." You notice her glance linger on Emily for a moment. Emily nods.

"Thanks, Sarah," Emily says, seemingly a bit more relieved.

Sarah nods, bouncing away.

"I guess I'm making dinner," Emily says. She glances at you. "I could always use some help in the kitchen," she adds with a grin. "Not everything we do has to be about sex," she points out. You nod, agreeing. The day was going wonderfully even before the blowjob, though you still feel a **** need to revisit her mouth. Cooking should prove a helpful distraction. You eagerly hop into the kitchen with her. She finds a bag of red potatoes, and begins chopping them up. "She directs you to the cupboard for some oil, and you pull it down.

"Really great for roasting potatoes," she says airily. "Or putting it on my tits for later," she breathes. You feel yourself shudder, and when you look at her, she's grinning. "I'll let you play with my tits all night, baby," she tells you. "As long as we still have our jobs," she adds. She glances around and notices you are both by yourselves. She leans up for a quick kiss, and when your mouth meets hers, you feel yourself melt a bit. Her kiss is slow and tender, and her hands find your hips. Instinctively, your right hand cups her cheek, and your hand finds her hip as well.

"Whatever happens, I think you're going to enjoy tonight," she promises. "I just hope Sarah can get us off the hook."

"Agreed," you respond. You both go back to cooking, though you ensure a few passing brushes of your hand against Emily's ass. Each time, she sighs a bit, loving the attention you're paying to her. Within moments, you've helped settle a row of perfectly chopped potatoes on a sheet pan, and put it in the oven. Emily opens the refrigerator door and pulls out some of the chicken breasts.

"And we'll just stuff these chicken breasts real quick, and I'll get a salad together." As she sets the package of chicken breasts down, you both work through your tasks as Emily lays them out. She's a good teacher, too, and when you have a question about how to get everything into the breast after she's cut it, she's happy to show you. Within a few minutes, the chicken breasts have joined the potatoes in the oven. Emily washes her hands in the sink and turns.

"Oh," Emily says as she sees you. There is a wave of tingling lust between you both as your eyes meet. She takes a step closer. "We've got a few minutes," she murmurs. "Do you want me to finish the job?" she asks, meaningfully letting her hand find your quickly hardening cock. "Or do you want to wait so I can make it last? Because whatever Beth says, I'll end up with you in my mouth tonight."