Spill the beans, but get inside first

"Ok, i'm gonna tell you, but you have to promise me that Miranda won't get in trouble for this."

Cat's face suddely lightens up opening in a smile, while her hands clench around yours.

"Come on, i'll return you that cup of coffee." You say opening the car door and fleeing embarassed from her.
At least you will be playing at home now, you think to yourself as you steadily walk towards the marigolds vase in the porch and take your copy of the keys.

The cold air of the night slaps your face harshly, but beeing free of the emotionally intoxicating atmosphere lingering inside the Cat's car it's almost relieving.
After a moment, you hear the other car door open and close, followed by two shrilling beeps of the alamr the echoes in the desert boulevard.

You turn the knob and look back. Cat, wrapping herself tightly in her windbreaker is a few step behind you.
As you close the door behind her, you feel her grabbing your arms in the complete darkness.

It takes a while for you to find the switch and turn the lights on.

"Nice house, your mom has very good taste."

Her voice sounds almost unreal.

"T-Thanks, i'll let her know." You reply while in your head you ask yourself how you would explain Cat being here to your parents.
Or to Miranda ...

"You can give me that." You say pointing at her windbreaker as she unzips it, not without a quick glance to her breasts.

"Thank you."

She turns around so that you can help take it off.
Being a bit taller you find youself dropping you eyes directly downblouse of the white tank top she wears under the jacket of the tracksuit and with a gulp you notice she's not wearing any bra.
Suddenly you feel there something really weird with you two being alone at your place and this whole situation.
But Cat doesn't feel the same apparently.
She looks comfortable, she looks like ... not someone's mom to you, not Miranda's mom to be precise.
Maybe you're just overthinking, but you can't get off of your head that's just wrong somehow.

You lead her to the kitchen and put on some coffee, leaning your back against the counter and crossing you arms defensively, as Cat takes seat in front of you.

"It will takes some time ..." You say to break the silence, but quickly notice her attention has already been caught by something and follow her gaze right to your crotch.

"I-I spilled some coffee, early ..." You stutter blushing.

Fortunately your erection as softened a bit, thanks to the fresh air and the akward moment of before in the car, so you bulge, albeit quite evident, can't be the reason why she looked down there.
You're not surprised that Miranda didn't manage to get the stain off your pants anyway ...

"I see ... you were saying?" Inquires Cat clearing her throat.

You hesitate, for a split second you had even the impression she was blushing a bit herself too.