Later

"I'd like to watch you take your time," you whisper. Despite yourself you feel your cock lurch, and Emily feels it, too.

She leans up and licks your chin delicately. "You sure?" she asks. "Right here in the kitchen?" She raises her eyes suggestively. You try to push the image from your mind, holding strong against a sudden desire.

"Yeah," you manage to breathe. "I really want to watch you work." Emily nods. She glances around and peels back her shirt. Your eyes follow without hesitation as she bares her right breast to you.

"To think," she murmurs. "I might not have thought this was even a possibility until you'd seen me changing. Kinda weird that now I'm getting a kick out of you staring at my naked tit," she notes. "Life's funny." She abruptly pulls the fabric over her once more and gleefully goes to the refrigerator. She pulls out all the makings of a good salad, and once again puts you to work. You're up to the task of shredding the lettuce, and she doesn't seem too upset at the tomatoes.

You and Emily set the table, and Emily tentatively calls "Dinner." You realize it's a bit strange trying to call upstairs when you're even subconsciously trying to keep yourself quiet. Sarah bounds down the stairs first, her huge breasts bouncing within her shirt, and you fight to keep your eyes on her face. You fail miserably, however, and Sarah strides right by as you ogle her. Emily gives you a glance and rolls her eyes, looking down at her own chest. You shake your head and she fights her grin as she finishes grabbing napkins from a drawer you didn't know existed.

As she's placing the napkins, Beth comes down, and she's pulled her red hair into a ponytail. She's actually pulled on a pair of thin glasses and is holding in her hand a printout.

"I've gone through a few rules about fraternization within the office personnel," Beth intones. She pulls off her glasses and rubs her eyes with the heel of her hand. "Luckily, I didn't have to look very hard." She glances at you, her jaw clenching. "Because there are none. You guys are free to fool around," she says, a grin slowly spreading across her face.

"What?" Emily splutters. "You looked so pissed!"

Beth gives her a stare. "Of course I was pissed," Beth says. "Seeing you two like that in public wasn't bad enough. I was worried the whole way over I was going to have to report it. And it is pretty awkward to see you two... engaged.. like that." Beth stumbles over the language, her face flushed. You hadn't really thought of how awkward that was for Beth, likely due to Sarah's eager acceptance of catching you and your own embarrassment. Beth rolls her eyes. "But dinner smells amazing, so I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. As long as we don't see you know.. that.. again."

"Wow. Beth doesn't like saying 'blowjob,'" Sarah noted. "And just to be open, I thought it was super hot." Awkward chuckles go through the room, but you think you notice Sarah glancing at Emily with a thoughtful look before turning back to Beth.

"Thanks?" Emily says, and you see her blush a bit.

"Dinner looks great!" Beth says, far too loudly, and everyone seems relieved that the tension is broken.

Emily proves herself as good a cook as she is a reviewer, and you find a new respect for your gorgeous new.. girlfriend? You shake yourself out of the process of defining the relationship, focusing instead on some nice conversation and some good food. The chicken is tender, and tomatoes, olives, and capers spill out of the chicken breast as you cut into it. Sarah only makes one comment, "Huh. Emily likes the breast meat," before taking a big bite. "I bet John does, too,from what I remember." Beth flushes even as she laughs, and Emily rolls her eyes, glancing at Sarah. Sarah hapily eats the meal, and within a short time, you're all finished. As you get up to help with dishes, Sarah glances at you. "I got this one. I've been throwing you two shit. Emily and I will wrap up in the kitchen." You thank her, your eyes straining to stay on her face as her chest wobbles before you.

"I've got some numbers to crunch, and some stories to read over. I'll be in my bedrooom," Beth says, trudging toward the stairs.

"Babe, why don't you go upstairs. I'll be by your room to... talk," Emily says, realizing that Beth hasn't quite left the kitchen.

"Talk quietly," Beth responds without missing a beat, making her way up the stairs and down the hallway. You sputter with laughter. Sarah begins washing dishes as Emily packs up the few leftovers and puts them into the fridge.