Washing Basket Woes

As you opened the washing bin you saw the pair of underwear that you had left for Lucy, sitting there at the top of the basket, instead of where you left them in your room. It took you a few moments to realise that they were the same pair as you had expected Lucy to have kept if she was to be considered a thief by the KDK’s standards. Well, that was unless she took another pair…

In a moment of panic, it dawned on you the mistake you could have made. You threw the rest of your clothes into the basket and got to your room as fast as you could. You scanned the room as you got to the doorway and although nothing looked out of place, you had to make sure that your suspicions weren’t true. Closing your door, you scrambled around your room in an attempt to find what you were looking for, getting increasingly more **** as you couldn’t find them. Even when you came back to your room earlier you hadn't thought to check as you assumed that with your planted underwear gone, Lucy had taken them but with your room now searched top to bottom you knew there was no mistake. Sarah’s panties had gone missing.

The exact same pair that you had completely covered when Sarah had given you a footjob yesterday and the same pair you had used to finish off the night before you went to sleep. Panic set in as you considered what Lucy would do to you once she found you and even though you had the KDK on your side, you hadn’t spent enough time with her recently to know how badly she would react.

Your fight or flight response quickly kicked in and you shamefully chose flight in less than a heartbeat. Grabbing some clothes and checking you were at least semi-presentable was all you could manage before you grabbed your phone and keys from your desk and headed out of the room.

Once reaching the top of the stairs you slowed your pace to a crawl. Taking each step as slowly as possible to avoid making any noise. The voices from the TV were getting louder as you inched your way down to the bottom of the steps and from there, you could see that nobody was currently in the living room. You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when you heard the telltale sounds of someone wandering around the kitchen.

You still didn't know if it was Mom or Lucy but you weren't planning on finding out as you headed to the front door and slowly unlocking it to avoid further noise. Once open you grabbed your shoes from next to the door and waited until you had safely locked the door behind you before attempting to put them on. With the worst part over you slowly walked down the path and onto the street before walking up to Emma’s house.

You could have cut across the garden but that would have put you right in front of the bay window which was an unneeded risk when you were so close to being safe. With the brief detour done, you walked up to the front porch and knocked before waiting for an answer. You glanced over to your house, paranoid that someone had seen you leave before you heard the sound of keys rattling behind the door in front of you.

“Oh, Morning Max, didn't expect you to be up this early ” Grace said as she opened the door to greet you. You didn't know the exact time at the moment and Emma had said to avoid getting here too early yesterday but under the current circumstances, you hoped she would understand.

You couldn't help but stare at Grace as she welcomed you at the door. She was wearing a black lycra tank top that left her midriff bare and her ample cleavage clearly on display with a matching pair of skin-tight leggings to match. From the workout outfit she was wearing you assumed you must have interrupted her in the middle of a session but she made no effort to hurry you along.

She had always been into fitness but ever since she had divorced Emma’s father, she had taken it to the next level. It seemed that the stars had aligned for her as shortly after getting the hefty settlement money, the gym she had been frequenting was being put up for sale. Considering she was basically living there at that point she decided to take the leap and buy the place herself. She had turned it into a women-only gym/yoga studio and with the amount of MILF’s she was friends with within the neighbourhood, business had been steadily increasing for a few years now.

Clearing the locker room fantasies out of your head you came back to your senses and greeted your neighbour properly.

“Morning Grace, Yeah me and Emma planned to catch up on some work and I don't know how much time I’ve got on my hands so I decided to come a little earlier. With Lucy back home, my Mom has planned for us all to go out together for dinner and a movie.” you explained. “I didn't interrupt you did I?”

“No I just finished up actually. Well quick come in” she happily replied, either oblivious to your staring or not bothered by it as she invited you inside. “Make yourself at home. I’m just gonna let her know you're here, so I won't be a minute. There's juice in the fridge if you want some.” she announced over her shoulder as she bounced up the stairs.

The way her leggings hugged against her ass was a sight to behold especially from the low angle you had while she went to go and find Emma. You debated opening up the KDK as there were bound to be some differences since you last checked and in the end, you decided to leave it. There were still some details you wanted to go over with Emma like how to spend your points at the shop and her potential future level-ups so you could wait. And although unlikely, she could still be on the fence so any extra information that may appear during an update would be best for her to see with her own eyes.

“You can come on up Max!” shouted Emma from up the stairs, so you made your way up and walked to the end of the corridor. You’d probably been in this house hundreds of times by this point so you had no issues finding her room the same way she had no issue finding yours yesterday. You stood at her doorway to see Emma sat cross-legged on the floor next to a coffee table she had set up to study on and Grace stood in the centre of the room with her back to you, giving you another great view of her ass.

“Hey Max” Emma said as you entered the room and sat down right next to her at the table. She was wearing a t-shirt and denim cutoffs combo that gave her a casual look but would have definitely turned a few heads if she wore the same outfit to school.

“Hey. Sorry for being early, got a long day planned so I wanted to start early” you replied, being vague about your day with Grace still in the room.

A round of small talk started between the three of you as Grace asked about Lucy’s return home as well as your own studies compared to Emma’s. Emma tried to shoo her mother out of the room a couple of times but she seemed oblivious to her attempts as she carried on chatting with you. It was rare for you to see Emma get annoyed, even if it was only mildly, so you happily sat there and refused to help her out.

“I think we should start looking at this work now” Emma announced, as she started running out of patience.

“Oh sure thing princess” Grace replied, finally taking the hint and heading to the door. “I’ll leave the door open so just shout me if you need anything”

“It's okay we can come down later to grab stuff, you can shut the door” Emma answered.

“You want the door closed?” Grace questioned, hesitant to leave the two of you alone.

“Oh come on Mom. We're only gonna be studying and besides if he starts getting handsy I’ll kick him between the legs” Emma teased, making you inwardly cringe at the thought. Grace was still **** but she seemed to trust the two of you and relented.

“Okay fine, but no funny business” she ordered pointing her finger at each of you in turn.

“Yes Ma'am” you replied, getting a smile out of her before she turned to leave, closing the door behind her.

You and Emma waited, listening to the sound of her footsteps get quieter as she moved away from the door. Emma seemed to finally brief a sigh of relief now that her mom had finally left and leaned her head against your shoulder.

“I thought she was never gonna leave” Emma groaned.

“She's only looking after her ‘Princess’ “ you joked, earning yourself an elbow to the ribs.

You both sat in silence, enjoying the moment you had together before actually working on the homework you had promised to help her with. There were plenty of things you both wanted to discuss but neither one of you seemed to be willing to speak up about it first and with the Monday deadline of the homework over your heads, you had a valid excuse to put it off.

Curiosity eventually got the best of you and you were unable to hold yourself back after about 45 minutes of actual work and once you reached a good stopping point you asked about the main purpose of your visit.

“So… were you able to sleep well last night?” you asked.