Katie gets new headshots

"I don't know if I can do another commercial for Old Navy, back to school sales." Katie was grumpy as she sat in the breakfast nook eating her scrambled eggs and bacon.

Tyler, a young actor she'd recently begun dating, had stayed the night, and now sat across from her with his own plate of breakfast. "Work is work, babe. Work is work."

Katie sighed. "I'm 19. I've been doing high school shoots since I was 12. There's more of me I want to explore."

Olivia, Katie's housemate and this morning's maker of breakfast, arrived at the table with a plate. "There's more of you I'd like to explore too, hottie." She slid in alongside Katie, and lay her plate on the table. Before diving into her food, she turned to Katie, planted a wet kiss on her mouth, and gave her right boob a gentle squeeze.

Tyler's eyes widened. The free use agreement the ladies of this house had were fascinating to him. He didn't think he'd ever fully get used to it -- and every time he witnessed something that broke his own sexual boundaries, he got excited. As he watched Olivia pawing at Katie's shirt, he felt his cock twitch slightly in his pants.

"Okay, Liv. I got you. But I'm talking about my career."

"That too," said Olivia. She tucked her long black hair behind her ears, and began to enjoy her breakfast.

"You know," began Tyler, "maybe it's time for new headshots. When did you last get yours done?"

Katie thought about it. "It was about two years ago, just as I was finishing high school. Before I moved here, that's for sure."

"I'll text you the guy who did mine. He was great." Tyler finished his breakfast.

"You in a hurry, babe?" Katie asked as Tyler rose from the table.

"Yes -- I have an audition all the way down in South City, and the traffic always sucks." He took his plate to the sink, washed it, and rested it in the draining rack on the counter. Tyler walked back to the table, hoping for a mildly intimate goodbye kiss -- but Olivia was pretty much blocking access to Katie.

"Bye, babe," said Katie. "Have a great day!"

Tyler stood there for a sec, hoping that someone else would recognize that he was trying to get closer to Katie. "You need something else, mister?" Olivia said, smiling up at Tyler.

"Um," he stammered. Olivia stood, wrapped her arms around Tyler, and placed her wet mouth on his. She kissed his lips, then slid her tongue out and into his mouth. Her left hand dropped down to his ass, which she groped and pulled closer to her. She felt his cock stiffening as it pressed against her body. Tyler returned the kiss, and also moved his own hand down to Olivia's perfectly toned ass. She wore a white leather skirt which was narrow and tight on her skin, flaring only at a small slit near the bottom. Tyler touched the waistline, thinking he might try to fit his hand inside the skirt, but it wasn't elastic, and he didn't have time for the buckles and zippers. Instead, he cupped her ass hard, grinding his pelvis into Olivia.

They were the same height (both about 6'1"), so face to face, their hands easily rested on one another's ass, and Olivia pressed her breasts against Tyler's chest as they kissed.

Katie watched for a bit in silence as the two made out, and then finally said, "So, traffic?"

Olivia pulled away from the kiss, and playfully slapped Tyler's cheek. "You're wasting your time with me when your girlfriend is sitting right here, huh?"

"We're not ... I mean ..." Tyler stammered again. Between the unusual rules of the house and the newness of his relationship with Katie, he had absolutely no idea what words to use to describe them. "Girlfriend" felt misplaced, especially in this moment, as he was just intertwined with Olivia.

Olivia stepped around Tyler, and sat on the other side of the table, allowing Katie to stand and bid farewell to her beau. "Bye, babe. Drive safe." She wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him toward her. Her kiss was slow, soft, intimate, and intense. As he pulled away for a moment, she licked her lips and then bit the corner of her bottom lip gingerly. She leaned in for a second kiss, warmer than the first. While her left arm pulled Tyler's neck, her right hand moved toward his crotch. He was hard now, and her hand found his cock through his tight pants.

"Mmm, tough day to wear skinny jeans," she smirked, teasing him. Her fingers played with the shaft of his penis through the material of his pants. Olivia watched, maybe a little envious. She thought he had to leave, and didn't go further with him out of that respect. But here he stood, clearly not leaving.

"Katie, I don't have time for --" Tyler stopped as Katie gave a forceful grip to his stiff cock. "Oh, god."

As she fondled him through his pants, he moaned lightly, and she said, "now off you go, and try to think of me once or twice while you're away." She slapped his ass lightly, then again with more strength.

"Right," said Tyler. "I will." He took a step back from the table. Olivia and Katie both looked at him -- first his face, and then their eyes dropped down to his crotch where his penis was clearly erect and visible to the world under his tight jeans. The two women giggled a bit, and Tyler turned to walk away.

The front door opened before he got to it. Gwendolyn had just arrived home from an overnight shift. She was wearing scrubs, as usual, and was tired, as usual. As she stepped into the house, she saw Tyler, and immediately noticed his "condition." He stopped in his tracks, but Gwendolyn kept moving toward him. "Coming or going?" she asked.

"Uh, coming -- I mean, no, going. I'm coming later. No, I mean -- I'm going. I have to go." Gwen laughed. She stepped toward Tyler, patting his chest with one hand, and reaching down to his cock with the other. She gave him a little pull on his dick, which strained against his pants. She inhaled deeply, lightly scratched his chest, and then tapped the tip of his nose with her finger.

"Off you go, champ." Gwen stepped past him, and into the kitchen, where she scooped up a plate of eggs for herself.

Tyler sighed, and left the house.