Get Emily a cup of coffee

As you drift off, you imagine surprising your lover with another cup of coffee. This one in bed. The image of the bedsheet clinging to her body is alluring, but you also love the idea of chatting as you both sip at your drinks, lazily unwinding in bed. You can feel the contented smile as your hand lightly caresses her breast before a slow darkness overtakes you.

"Oh fuck," you hear as your eyes flutter open. Emily is sleeping next to you and you smile before you realize what that means. Your eyes turn toward the door quickly, and you see Sarah and Beth, fully clothed in the open door. You notice their clothing in large part because you are not wearing any. You glance at Emily, who is thankfully covered with the blanket. You are as well, and your focus then turns to the two women who are staring at you.

Beth's jaw is slightly open, and the look crossing her face seems to shift with alarming speed between anger and shock and back again.

"You're late," Beth says curtly and walks out. Sarah comes in as Emily shifts beside you. She stares at you a long while, nodding and then begins laughing.

"You two are in so much trouble!" she says, loudly. Emily starts awake and instinctively clutches the sheet to her chest. Her eyes go wide as she looks at Sarah, her face a mask of annoyance and anger.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" she asks. Sarah laughs even harder.

"Better me than Beth," she points out. "She is so pissed at you guys right now." Emily's face goes slack, and her eyes dart to the clock.

"Fuck me," she breathes. Your eyes follow hers to the clock. 9:15. Oh.

"Looks like John took care of that," Sarah says, finally coming down from the laughing episode a bit. Emily's eyes shoot balefully at her.

"Meeting is supposed to be going on now," Sarah reminds you both. "Try not to fuck each other on the way downstairs." Sarah giggles as she closes the door behind her on her way out. Emily looks at you.

"I guess that's not a great start to the day," she whispers. You can't help but lean over and kiss her. It's relatively chaste, but it does get her to smile.

"I would guess not," you sigh in agreement. You roll out of bed to start pulling on clothes. When you look at Emily, you see her biting her lip.

"Thanks for the show," she whispers. And with that, she pulls the sheet off your bed and wraps it around her chest, just above her breasts. You shake your head. "I'm going to get dressed now and head downstairs." As she walks out, the sheet comes a bit unraveled, and your eyes are glued to your lover's ass as she walks in. When she turns to close the door to her room, the smile on her face lets you know she realized exactly what she was doing. You swear as you pull on the last of your clothes, and prepare to head downstairs.