Stretched Out, Part 5

Jeremiah Holland fought back a groan as his youngest daughter's ridiculously sexy best friend lowered her thick, bountiful ass down onto his lap. Her ample derriere felt fantastic on his thighs, and he was grateful she had sat where she did and not just a little further back, or she might have been poked by quite the surprise. He wasn't trying much with Brooklyn, despite how lovely the buxom brunette looked in her yellow sports bra and her black yoga shorts that looked painted onto that round, curvy ass. His arms were wrapped around her stomach, and the younger girl was leaned back against his chest.

He might not have been trying anything physical, but he’d eye-fucked the curvy brunette endlessly. It was just impossible not to, and the same could be said of just about every other woman in this yoga studio. Directly in front of Jeremiah were two of his best friend’s sexy daughters, and they were also incredibly tempting to look at.

Valerie was in her big sister’s lap at the moment, just like every other pair was lapped up, and she was looking sensational. The youngest of Jenson’s daughters was clad in a purple sports bra that showed off some mouthwatering porcelain pale cleavage. Her stomach was bare, showing off even more pale skin, and her dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.

The middle of Jenson’s daughters was wearing her hair in a braid down her back, so dark brown it was nearly black. Gabrielle also wore a sports bra, though hers was a bold red and was covered by a transparent crop top. It showed off less cleavage than Val’s, but Gabby had less tits to flaunt than Val did anyway.

Brooklyn shifted on his thighs, pulling his attention away from the Barnes sisters.

“Everything alright?” Jeremiah asked, worried she was uncomfortable with Daphne’s pick of meditation. Jeremiah had agreed to be her partner before he really thought about what kind of yoga poses that his wife’s wicked little sister might cook up. Was he upset about it? No, not at all, but if Brooklyn wasn’t feeling it, it lost some of its’ luster.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine.” Brooklyn nodded. “Just thinking.”

“What about?” Jeremiah wondered. The buxom brunette fidgeted a bit more in his lap, before letting out a sigh.

“It’s nothing, Mr. Holland. Just personal stuff.” Brooklyn waved a hand dismissively. Jeremiah squeezed the hot girl in his lap, his arms tightening in a reassuring way.

"Alright, I won't pry." Jeremiah shrugged. "But if it's bothering you that much, you should talk to someone. Dana, perhaps."

"I've talked about it a little with some people." Brooklyn admitted. "It helped a bit."

"Glad to hear it. I know I might not be your first choice for confiding in, but you're my daughter's best friend. If there's ever something you need, just let me know." Jeremiah comforted the curvaceous brunette, and she looked over her shoulder to give him a warm, beautiful smile.

"I will. Thanks, Mr. Holland." Brooklyn smiled. Jeremiah smiled back at her, and gave her another comforting squeeze, which she must have took to mean that she was welcome to scoot back and be more comfortable in his lap. Jeremiah's eyes widened slightly as Brooklyn scooted back, settling back against him. Jeremiah couldn't help the soft sound of pleasure that escaped him as Brooklyn's ample ass enveloped his already hard cock. She let out a surprised noise, but to his amazement, she didn't move away from it. She froze, looking startled, her plump lips parted just slightly.

His cock pulsed needily against the firm swell of her ass, and Brooklyn fidgeted slightly in response, not away from him, just adjusting her position. The prominent bulge in his pants dragged along the yoga shorts covering that insane derriere, and he heard a soft little whimper escape Brooklyn's lips. It made his cock twitch angrily, aching against the confines of his pants. He was of a size that when his cock got going, it was very hard to hide, and very uncomfortable to deal with. Small price to pay for the enjoyment he got during sex, but it was difficult to deal with at times.

Jeremiah felt like he needed to say something, as right now, they were pressed together like that in total silence, other than Brooklyn's slightly ragged breathing. "I'm sorry, it just kind of happened. You can move, if you want."

With those words, he forgot about the meditation Daphne had had them doing, and let go of Brooklyn, moving his arms away from her so she wasn't stuck in place. To his surprise though, she made no motion to move.

"It's... it's OK." Brooklyn said, though she still sounded uncertain. "I know guys can't really help when they get... like that."

Relief flooded through Jeremiah. Good to know she wasn't horrified and disgusted by him. "A lot of girls in yoga clothes does make it kind of hard to avoid."

Brooklyn laughed softly, a bit awkwardly but genuine. "I can imagine."

"Well, if you're alright with it." Jeremiah shrugged, and wrapped his arms back around Brooklyn, holding the voluptuous brunette firmly without keeping her pinned there. She could always scoot away from his cock if she wanted. She didn't, to his equal parts pleasure and displeasure. Pleasure, of course, because her ass felt insane, and the feel of her warm body in his arms and her hips beneath them, settled back against his chest... well, that lead into the displeasure part of it. Displeasure because she had him absolutely raging hard for her right now. The feel of her was intoxicating, the weight of her in his lap, the warmth of her, the way her hair tickled his collarbone... she just felt heavenly. She must have noticed how his cock went from just mostly hard to huge and throbbing painfully, but she made no motion to move. Brooklyn just sat there, apparently focused on the meditation that Daphne had them doing.

The only thing that betrayed her true feelings was the unsteadiness of her breathing. She was practically panting, but was trying to be quiet about it. She wriggled in his lap every now and then, another thing that kept his cock aching.

He was very much looking forward to when this class finished. He had a feeling that he was going to have to relieve some tension in the shower after the class concluded, Brooklyn was just entirely too sexy. He didn't even think she was doing this on purpose like a girl like Skylar might be doing. She was just naturally this incredible.

"Alright, everyone!" Daphne announced, hopping up out of Kayla's lap where she had been sitting at the front of the class. "We're gonna switch to our last pose, which is very similar to his last one, except facing each other. Like so."

As everyone watched, Daphne straddled Kayla's lap, leaning in so her forehead was touching Kayla's.

"Squeeze my ass." Daphne stage whispered loud enough for the whole room to hear, making Sierra snicker from Evan's lap in the second row.

"That is not part of the exercise." Kayla retorted, making Daphne groan.

"Grab that ass!" Dani cheered from off to Jeremiah's left across the room.

With a shake of her head, Kayla lifted her hands and grabbed Daphne's ass, one cheek in each hand.

"Very good. Alright, everyone can go ahead and copy us, ass grabbing optional but encouraged!" Daphne said approvingly, wiggling her bottom enticingly. Jeremiah grunted softly at the hot sight that was his wife's sexy baby sister. He remembered Daphne in her college years, when she was quite possibly the hottest she's been her entire life, in part because she always dressed ridiculously skimpy. No, actually, the hottest she'd been was her senior year of high school as the cheer captain in those slutty cheerleader outfits they'd had that year. After some idiots complained to the school, they were much more modest the following year, but the year Daphne was cheer captain, the cheer squad had never looked sexier.

Brooklyn started moving, and Jeremiah could only exhale and look at her as she flipped around. She rose up on her knees, her bountiful booty just about right in his face. He ogled it openly for a second before she started to spin around and he averted his gaze. She turned around so that beautiful ass was facing away from him, then she lowered herself back down into his lap. The way she lowered down into his lap, painstakingly slow, it was a sensation of more and more of her pressing against his clothed shaft. It was hard for her to avoid, it seemed, with how intimate the yoga pose was. The options were essentially be pressed together like this or opt out of the pose, which was an option that so far nobody had utilized.

Jeremiah couldn't hold back a small grunt as she settled fully in his lap, his entire length pinned between their bodies. She let out a small noise that might have been a whimper or a sigh, then blushed a pretty red as she leaned her forehead against his like Daphne and Kayla had done. Jeremiah could understand why this pose had made it into couples' yoga, it was a very intimate one. His cock twitched against the fabric between her thighs, and Jeremiah managed to fight off the groan that that very nearly caused.

"Are you... going to grab me?" Brooklyn asked, looking hesitant.

"Not if you don't want me to." Jeremiah said instantly. His hands were flat on the ground at the moment, and while Brooklyn chewed on her lip thoughtfully, Jeremiah glanced past her head off to the left, where he saw Daisy had a big, firm grasp on Maple's ass, the younger college girl in his eldest daughter's lap.

He was slightly envious of Daisy, getting to grasp at the sexy brunette's perky, supple ass. Maple was a hell of a young woman, and Daisy was getting quite handsy there, much to Maple's exasperation, it seemed. Maple wore a skintight pair of gray leggings, one that accentuated her full ass very nicely. Her sports bra was snug and also did an excellent job of accentuating Maple's large breasts. She wasn't as busty as Daisy (few women were), but she had an incredible pair. The previous year's cheer captain was tight and toned with enticing wide hips, and Jeremiah decided that he wasn't just slightly envious of Daisy's groping, he was decidedly envious.

Daisy was also a sight worth enjoying, in her white sports bra that barely managed to hold her tanned very large breasts in place. The sports bra (and the matching tiny yoga shorts) were lined with a stripe of pink, and Daisy's lovely blonde hair was pulled back in a bun. It had been neater earlier, but several strands had escaped the bun by now, framing her gorgeous face. His daughter's plump lips quirked when she met his eyes, and she winked one of those pretty teal eyes at him. Brooklyn, facing him, was unable to see the wink, but Jeremiah did not miss it. God, those college girls were not making his situation down south any easier. At this rate, he might need to grab Daisy or even Amy and drag her into the shower after this class wrapped up.

His wife would be of no help, they were not in a place in their relationship where some tension relief was on the table, unfortunately. Jeremiah knew that was his own fault, but he lamented that mistake every day he saw Danielle and her voluptuous figure. He couldn't blame her for shutting him down, though, he'd largely ignored her for far too long. Work (and the long commute to Coral Sands) had just gotten in the way too many times, and he'd chosen making money over his marriage too frequently.

"No grabbing." Brooklyn said decisively, and Jeremiah nodded his assent.

"No worries. It's not part of the pose anyway, that's just Daphne being Daphne." Jeremiah snorted. "She's always had a penchant for getting people into wild situations."

Brooklyn laughed softly. "I don't know Dana's aunt that well, but I do know what Daisy's like."

Jeremiah chuckled. "Daphne's probably worse. At the very least, she's had more time to get into shenanigans."

"You don't have to have your arms leaned back like that, though." Brooklyn said, jolting slightly as she realized the position Jeremiah was in. Her arms were around his neck as the pose demanded, but with Jeremiah and Brooklyn not partaking in Daphne's ass-grabbing suggestion, he'd just left his hands flat on the ground. "You can wrap your arms around me or something, we did it last pose and it was fine."

"Works for me." Jeremiah shrugged, and he did as she suggested, wrapping his arms around her torso. She settled into his chest a bit more, her hefty breasts squashing into his chest. She was a very buxom young woman, and those incredible soft tits were pressing into him quite noticeably. He made no mention of it, though he definitely enjoyed the feeling of them. Whichever guy Brooklyn did wind up dating was a lucky one, Jeremiah thought to himself. She seemed too sweet to have any interest in sneaking around and fucking like he was doing with Amy and Daisy, but he would certainly not say no if she showed interest.

Then, with a slight pang of guilt (and slight taboo excitement) he realized that meant he would be sexually involved with two of his children's best friends. It would be quite the surprise if Ariel Barnes was somehow the last one left, she seemed much more like the type, but Jeremiah had never gotten the eldest Barnes sister into bed. Ariel was doubly taboo, both his best friend's daughter and his daughter's best friend. She was also, he thought with a glance to his left where she was in Matthew Chester's lap, sexy as all hell.

Ariel wore sky blue yoga gear, a matching set of sports bra and shorts. Her sports bra was surprisingly modest, but he supposed when she had the pair of huge pale tits that she did, supporting them properly must be important. The skimpiness of her shorts suggested she was making up for that, however. It barely even covered her thick, jiggly ass, which Matt currently had both hands grasping at. The football player had a big grin on his face as his hands explored Ariel's ass, and Jeremiah couldn't blame the guy.

Jeremiah's eyes moved back to the girl in his own lap, however, and saw she was looking at him.

Brooklyn Robinson was a gorgeous girl, he thought. Plain and simple, she really was just beautiful. Her pretty brown eyes were flecked with amber and gold, he could see from this proximity, and they were looking at him slightly shyly. Her hair was loose, but part of it was braided back around forming a crown. It was a beautiful look on her, probably one she'd been wearing all day, but it fit her princess-like beauty. He realized he was staring at her, and the moment was getting a bit awkward, but he really couldn't think of anything to say. He gazed at those pretty eyes more, the heart shape of her mouth with its' naturally plump lips, but Brooklyn spoke before he could come up with anything.

"Thank you again." she spoke softly, close enough her breath tickled his face. "For being my partner, and helping me get Evan off my back."

"Is he giving you a lot of problems?" Jeremiah frowned. "If he's overstepping, I can talk to Randy and Kaitlyn about him-"

"No, no!" Brooklyn exclaimed, looking slightly panicked. "Don't do all of that. I'm doing fine, he's just, um, insistent."

"He's into you, I'm guessing?" Jeremiah asked wryly.

"Yes." Brooklyn admitted. "I've told him I'm not interested, and he's stopped being so pushy and hitting on me, but he's always trying to spend time with me still. Maybe hoping I'll change my mind."

"If you don't want to involve his parents, you should tell Jace." Jeremiah chuckled. "I'm sure he'll sort things out for you."

"Oh, that's... I'll be fine, really. Thanks though, Mr. Holland." Brooklyn smiled.

"Good thing he didn't end up your partner though, some of these poses might be awkward in that situation." Jeremiah said, tilting his head slightly to indicate the pose they were currently they in.

She shuddered, nodding. "Oh yes, I'm even more grateful now that I wasn't stuck with him. Amy's aunt seems to be having a lot more fun than I would have."

Jeremiah glanced past Brooklyn's head to where Evan and Sierra were sitting. They were the row in front of Daisy and Maple, so Jeremiah didn't have quite a full view of Evan and Sierra, but from what he could see, the ginger yoga instructor was rocking rather erotically in Evan's lap, and Evan's hands were definitely on Sierra's ass.

Jeremiah nodded his agreement to Brooklyn's words, and was also grateful that Brooklyn had not ended up as Evan's partner. This was a much more preferable outcome, in Jeremiah's mind. And hey, Evan didn't seem that upset either. Maybe a taste of Jeremiah's sister-in-law's slutty ginger best friend would help keep Evan off Brooklyn's back for a while. If Brooklyn didn't, Jeremiah might have to let something slip about Evan's insistence to Jace. He didn't like the thought of the linebacker pressuring Brooklyn into anything, no matter how much she told Jeremiah it was fine.

"Alright everyone, that's time up!" Daphne announced.

———

Jace Holland was a lucky guy sometimes.

Ok, a lot of the time.

But right now, he felt very lucky indeed. He had Emily Wilkins in his lap, the sexy Latina who was temporarily the mother of his (fake) child. The voluptuous volleyball player wore a cropped black tank top, the hem sitting above her flat, firm caramel-toned navel. Her whole body was curvy and toned, and her thick, sculptured ass felt incredible in his hands. He wordlessly thanked everything holy and also his sinful Aunt Daphne that she'd brought up the ass-grab for this pose. He was also glad so many other pairs had gotten in on that, including Skylar and Isabelle right in front of them, because it meant him reaching up and squeezing her huge toned ass went over smoothly.

Emily rolled her eyes at him when he did it, but a faint smile played at her lips. Her dark brown eyes seemed faintly amused as well, and Jace was very much enjoying the soft noises of enjoyment escaping her lips whenever he gave her ass a nice grope. Their foreheads were touching, it was part of the pose, but Jace was also keenly aware that his other head was touching Emily right now. The intimacy of the pose was designed for couples, which made it no big surprise that physical contact was so casually part of this one. Emily was right in his lap, her thighs on either side of his waist, his straining erection pressing firmly into her. He'd apologized when she first sat down in his lap, but she just gave him that same faintly amused eye-roll that he was learning quickly was one of her favorite expressions. It meant something like 'you're an idiot, but it's a little funny'. For some reason, she gave him that look a lot.

"Damn, Jace, you cutting off blood flow to Emily's ass over there?" a voice called, and Jace looked over to see Skylar was smirking at him. She had Izzy in her lap, and had a healthy grasp of Izzy's big bouncy ass.

"Hey, you're gripping my cousin pretty tight over there, too." Jace pointed out. "You should really be letting her squeeze your ass, considering what you did to her earlier."

Skylar pursed her lips, then looked to Izzy. "Do you want me to switch? Jace has a point."

"It's fine." Isabelle shook her head. "Squeezing your butt won't make me feel better."

"Do you want me to let go?" Jace did ask quietly to Emily, who looked a little distracted at the moment.

"Huh?" Emily blinked, looking into his eyes. "What'd you say?"

"Lost in thought?" Jace raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, something like that." Emily said with a light flush. It was hard to see on her tanned Latina face, but she looked distinctly embarrassed, which tipped him off.

"I asked if I was grabbing your ass too hard. I can let go if you want. Not like it's part of this." Jace repeated himself.

"Oh. No, it's fine." Emily shook her head. "I don't mind."

Jace grinned at that, and Emily gave him a wry look.

"You don't have to look that excited about it." Emily shook her head, giving him that patented amused eye roll again.

"I dunno, it's pretty exciting. I mean, you know what they say about Latinas-" Jace said, still grinning, and Emily punched his arm with a scoff.

"That you should be careful of our tempers?" Emily raised an eyebrow.

"Er... I was going to say that Latinas are such nice, generous girls who I respect greatly."

"Uh huh." Emily said, that amused smirk on her lips again.

"Nice, generous girls who I think are also beautiful." Jace continued.

"OK, coming on a little much there." Emily muttered.

"And have great asses." Jace added quickly on the end.

"There it is." Emily rolled her eyes, but she didn't seem to mind the comment. "If you want a Latina who shows off her ass that much, you should go do this with Anastasia. She's almost never covering up her ass."

"Tell me about it." Jace agreed, making Emily shake her head.

"You are lucky I've known you for a while, mister. I wouldn't let most guys who grab my ass talk about other girls' asses." Emily raised a perfect eyebrow.

"Yours... is better?" Jace tried.

"I know that's a lie." Emily snorted. "Ana and Brooklyn are both a cut above me."

"And Brooklyn's not even Latina." Jace pointed out.

"Hey, some white girls have great asses." Emily poked his chest. "It's not just us Latinas."

"What on earth are you two talking about back there?" Isabelle butted in from ahead of them, looking back at Jace and Emily.

"I think it's a worthwhile discussion." Evan put in from Jace's right, making Sierra giggle.

"Hey, both of you need to butt out of this scholarly discussion about derrieres." Jace said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Emily, some people just don't appreciate a good discussion."

"I think white girls can definitely have great asses." Sierra agreed with Emily's earlier point. "See?"

She turned slightly so Jace, Isabelle, and their partners could all see her pronounced ass in the yoga pants she wore. Evan gave the ass a squeeze as demonstration. Jace had ogled Amy's aunt a fair few times in his life, he was only human, but this was the first time she had so openly invited gawking, and gawk he did.

"I gotta have some partner loyalty and say that Emily's is better." Jace announced.

"Aren't you sweet?" Emily muttered, making Jace laugh. She seemed gratified by his laughter, and nudged his head with her forehead slightly in acknowledgement.

"Both you boys need to stop showing off sub-par booty." Kaitlyn Simmons piped up from behind Jace. "No offense to either of you ladies, but I'm pretty sure my partner has the best ass in the room."

"Yours is great too, Mrs. Simmons." Jace put in quickly.

"Seriously?" Evan demanded.

"Had to say it." Jace held up his hands innocently, before returning them to Emily's ass. She gave her ass a little wiggle when his fingers made contact with her soft buttocks, and he wondered if that was surprise or enjoyment.

"Why, thank you, Jace." Kaitlyn grinned. "I don't stack up to Abigail here though."

"I'm sorry, boys, both of you can ignore Kait. She's being crazy." Abigail Robinson said, a blush on her cheeks and a glare in her pretty brown eyes directed towards an unconcerned Kaitlyn.

"Am I?" Kaitlyn asked innocently, taking a hand off Abigail's back to deliver a resounding smack to Brooklyn's mom's incredible ass.

"Damn! You go, girl." Sierra cheered, all of them watching as Abigail's ass rippled and bounced from the smack. "That's an ass that we helped develop in this very studio."

"Oh, God." Abigail groaned, bright red. Her brown eyes met Jace's, and she groaned again, looking mortified.

"Yup, one of the best promotions this studio has, really." Kaitlyn grinned.

Abigail resembled her daughter greatly, looking just like an older version of Brooklyn. It was apparent not just in the face, but the body type. While Abigail's ass was softer than Brooklyn's more toned one, the size and shape were definitely there. If Abigail was any indication, Brooklyn was going to age fantastically.

"All of you can turn back around, you do not need to keep looking back here." Abigail waved one hand and buried her face in the other one.

"Hey, back in pose, Abby." Kaitlyn chided playfully.

"Daph's about to call it anyway." Sierra spoke up, glancing at her watch. "We're already a few minutes over."

"Alright everyone, time's up!" Daphne announced.

"That was pretty impressive." Evan chuckled.

"Why, thank you." Sierra said with a grin.

Jace turned back around, meeting Emily's eyes right before she started to stand up. He missed dearly the warm weight of her in his lap as soon as she stood up, yet his cock might as well have sighed in relief. It had been pinned firmly against the spot that was basically Emily's pussy, just with some layers of fabric between them. His mesh gym shorts were bulging rather prominently as he stood up, but he tried to push that aside.

"That was an... OK stretch, I guess." Emily huffed, rolling her shoulders.

"You know, I don't think stretching was really what my aunt had in mind for this one." Jace said wryly, looking to the front of the class where Daphne and Kayla were standing up. Both buxom blondes looked insanely good, so Jace quickly averted his eyes. He needed to focus up if he was going to outwit this boner Emily had caused. Ogling Daphne and Kayla would have the opposite effect.

"True." Emily agreed. "I guess if you're a couple, it'd be a lot more enjoyable."

"I had a decent time with you though." Jace shrugged. "You were a great partner."

"Glad to hear that." Emily grinned. "Remember that when I make you change fake diapers tomorrow night."

"We have to do that much?" Jace groaned.

"Probably not." Emily shrugged, a delightful bounce to her large caramel breasts. "I haven't looked that closely at the project requirements."

"I think it's mostly those worksheets." Jace recalled. "Ms. Marsden isn't usually one for a difficult project. A difficult quiz, absolutely, but her projects are usually fun."

With the class over, the crowd of people in the main yoga studio started to disperse a bit. Some people were likely headed straight home, others probably intended on using the locker rooms and showers here.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" Skylar asked, wandering up.

"Sure." Jace nodded.

"I'll go get changed then." Emily said, glancing between Jace and Skylar. "See you tomorrow, Jace."

"See ya." Jace said, waving a goodbye to the curvaceous Latina as she headed for the double doors on the other side of the studio.

"Alright, what's up?" Jace asked, turning to Skylar.

"Are you busy tonight?" the blonde heiress asked hopefully.

"You have something you wanna do?" Jace grinned eagerly.

"Oh, trust me, I want what you do." Skylar grinned, biting her lip, then deflated slightly. "However... that's not why I'm asking."

"I'm free, is something wrong? You need a ride home or something?" Jace asked, a touch worried. It wasn't often Skylar got serious like she was now.

"No, no, I drove here. It's just... there's this thing happening tonight. It's this stupid quarterly dinner that Mom has with the other uber-rich families here in town. She always makes me and Sam go, and they're always so awful." Skylar grumbled. "So I was wondering if I could bring along someone I wanted to talk to..."

She reached out and ran her fingers across his chest, batting her pretty green eyes at him.

"We don't usually do that much talking." Jace pointed out, and her sensual chest rubbing quickly became a smack on the chest.

"Don't make it sound like we just fall into bed." Skylar rolled her eyes. "I mean, we do, but you're also not awful to be around like some of the people at this dinner."

"High praise, maybe? Who's going? Anyone I know?" Jace wondered.

"Unfortunately." Skylar muttered. "The ones you'd know are Charlie Tower and Sera Beauregard."

"Oh, damn. This must be a terrible dinner." Jace said, surprised.

"Yeah, they're not fun." Skylar scowled. "The Towers and the Beauregards are both richy rich families like mine is though, so they're always part of this dinner. The Calloways, too, but they're actually great."

"Rich kids and their egos, huh?" Jace asked wryly.

"Those rich kids definitely. I don't know about all rich kids." Skylar said, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, if you want me as your date, I don't have anything else going on." Jace shrugged. "I'm down."

"Hey, I didn't say date." Skylar said defensively. "I just wanna bring along somebody I can talk to."

"Do friends usually tag along?" Jace asked curiously.

"Well, no, not really. Mom said it was fine though." Skylar said, not quite meeting his gaze, which was unusual. She was usually all about intense eye contact.

"Well, if she's alright with it, I'll go then. What kind of, uh, dress code are we talking about here? I've got like, a button up shirt, but if you expect a whole three-piece suit or something-" Jace asked hesitantly.

"Just dress nice. It's not the Oscars." Skylar waved a hand.

"I mean, it sounds like the closest thing Amethyst Shore has. All the richest people in town in one room." Jace pointed out. "Is this at your house?"

"No, I think the Beauregards are hosting this one. They're having it at one of their restaurants, that snooty seafood one by the beach." Skylar said thoughtfully.

"Whoa, that one has insane prices." Jace said, wondering why he was surprised.

"Yeah, well, it's their restaurant, it's on the house." Skylar flicked a hand. "Besides, even if they do cheap out, Mom will pay for yours, don't worry."

"I wasn't worried." Jace lied.

"Uh huh." Skylar smirked. "We're going by limo, so you good with 8 o'clock pick up time?"

Jace pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the time. That was about an hour and a half from now.

"Yeah, that works. Hey, is this one of those classy places that brings out bread before the food? I'm already hungry." Jace asked.

Skylar stared at him like he was speaking another language, before she just shook her head. "They have appetizers, you'll be fine."

"OK, good." Jace nodded, giving her a thumbs up.

"Alright, I'm gonna head home to get dolled up for this, I'll see you soon." Skylar smiled at him, and she headed off towards the doors.

"You two are adorable." Sierra said, walking up with a rolled up yoga mat under her arm and a grin on her beautiful freckled face. Jace wasn't sure where Evan had gotten to, but he and his mom were both gone already. Jace couldn't resist glancing up and down Sierra's body, enjoying the sight of Amy's aunt in her hunter green crop top and booty shorts. Her red hair was in a high ponytail, and her green eyes were eager and amused.

"Me and Skylar?" Jace asked, surprised. "Oh, we're not a couple or anything like that."

"Well, good, because that would make this next part awkward." Sierra grinned, then opened her mouth to say something before she was interrupted by Jace's aunt walking up. Daphne, as always, looked incredible, wearing a pink sports bikini that showed off her sexy curves and would show off her ass if she was facing the other way, Jace knew from watching her teach the yoga class. She had a black sports bra on her upper half, which showed off lots of cleavage. All in all, his aunt was showing a lot of skin, and he didn't mind that one bit.

"Did you ask him yet?" she asked urgently.

"I was just about to before you cut in." Sierra huffed.

"Ask me what?" Jace blinked, confused.

"We were wondering if you could help us out with a problem we've got." Daphne said with a grin. "Well... a problem Kayla has."

"Is it a big problem? I have plans in an hour and a half." Jace hesitated.

"It's not a big problem, but we hope you have a big solution." Sierra giggled, and Daphne elbowed Sierra in the ribs, though a smirk twitched at her lips.

"It won't take that long." Daphne promised. "We really think you're the one to help us out."

"Well, what does Kayla need?" Jace asked.

Daphne and Sierra grinned at each other.