Waking up to a nice surprise

I drift awake to find myself lying on my back with Bailey on top of me, arms wrapped around me, kissing my chest and rubbing her twat along my dick. I reach up and stroke her hair, and she purrs. “Hey, sleepyhead,” she murmurs.

“Hey, baby girl,” I murmur back. She slides up my body and gives me a long, lingering kiss. “How long was I out?”

“A couple hours,” Bailey answers softly. “Good nap. It will help you keep up with me tonight,” she adds with a smirk.

I tickle her neck, making her yelp and flinch away, then pull her face to mine and give her another long, slow kiss. She makes soft noises of contentment in her throat. “How are you feeling?” I ask.

Bailey stretches like a cat. “Amazing,” she says langorously. “I haven’t been fucked that well in—well, ever. To have that after a rough day at work, and then to be able to fall asleep in your arms, was more wonderful than I know how to say.”

“I’m glad,” I say, lifting my head and straining my neck to nuzzle her beautiful twins. Bailey purrs and strokes my hair.

“So am I,” she replies in tones of profound satisfaction. “I’m so glad Scarlett was brazen enough to ask Lily’s permission to fuck you. I don’t think any of the rest of us would have had the courage, and I know none of us had the nerve to try anything behind her back, even though we’ve all been dreaming about fucking you for years now.”

I lay my head back on the pillow and shake it in wonder. “I still find it hard to believe that all six of you—”

“Who said it was only six of us?” Bailey interrupts with a lascivious smirk. Her remark stuns me, and she giggles at my expression. “Oh, don’t worry, baby, I don’t mean Lily. She’s crazier than you probably realize, but she doesn’t swing that way. No, it’s been just the seven of us girls this year, but don’t forget the girls a year ahead of us who used to hang out with us—they were very much into those conversations. If they had thought to talk to Lily about it, you might have had them after you last summer. In fact, now that I think about it, I’m sure you would have.

“Which reminds me, isn’t Kira working for you now?” Bailey asks, her smirk grown positively triumphant.

“Yes . . . yes, she is,” I say slowly. Bailey’s right that the group of seven was a group of nine for a couple years before Kira McQuade and Shannon Baker graduated. Shannon went to college halfway across the country and isn’t coming back home this summer as far as I know, but Kira decided to transfer back home after her freshman year. Her mom found out this spring that my receptionist/scheduler was leaving in April and had Kira come in for an interview; to no one’s surprise but her own, she nailed it, and I hired her. “Are you saying Kira . . .”

“My poor, innocent Ben,” Bailey croons, looking extremely smug. She has slid back down my body and resumes twat-fucking me. “Yes, Kira wants you as much as anyone. In fact, she’s another of those girls who wants to be Lily’s stepmother. She said once that it ought to be her because at least she’s older than Lily.”

“Huh.”

Bailey sits up, raises up, and grabs my cock. “But enough about Kira,” she croons, then drops her hips to engulf my knob with her steamy pussy.

“Think about me instead.”