Thanks, but no thanks

"Thanks for the offer, Bry, but Soph and I have some very specific goals today, and hanging out in a library doesn't sound like it'd help the cause," you answer honestly.

"Planning to get laid?" he teases.

It's Sophie who answer, arm around your shoulders. "Planning, Mr. Lutz? Hell no. We're ‘going’ to get laid. Multiple times if we're lucky."

He laughs. "Then I wish you ladies luck."

"We don't need luck, we got these," Sophie cups her ample boobs.

"Who says it'll be you that gets the attention," you challenge playfully.

"We'll see," Sophie says back with a smirk.

You shake your head and wave to your brother as the two of you head back to the car. "Have fun. Be productive. Don't get anyone pregnant. You know the drill."

"Love you too, Candy," he calls back.

When the two of you are back in the car, you driving and Sophie in the passenger side, you tilt your head over to face her. "Where to?"

"I thought you knew?" She asks with a blank look.

You shoot her an annoyed expression, causing the other girl to start laughing.

"Okay, I don't have an ‘exact’ itinerary, but I have some ideas," she assures you. "Head on to the coffee shop. We can get some lattes and plan things out."

You pull out from the library and drive. The coffee shop in question is Delgado's, run by a family of Columbian descent that the two of you frequent. Not only were the drinks excellent, but Senor Felix Delgado, the 42 year old owner, who had inherited it from his father, was the definition of a DILF. He'd always flirt with you and Sophie when you'd come in, but he was too much of a gentleman to make any overt moves. You'd both flirt back, but he was a faithfully married man, despite what issues he may have with his wife. You've hung out with his daughter Roberta a couple times, a fun, laid back girl, if a bit naive about certain things.

"Planning to try and get in Mr. Delgado's pants again?" You ask Sophie.

"Not what I was thinking; besides, I know you want him more. You should go first," she states plainly.

"You're forgetting the whole ‘being faithful to his wife’ thing," Soph," you point out.

"You didn't hear. He and his wife got divorced."

"Shut up," you say in shock. "You're shitting me."

"Nope, got divorced last week. Roberta told me," Sophie explains.

"How she taking it?" Regardless of the implications, you genuinely liked Roberta and were worried about her.

"She told me her folks were having issues for awhile, and that at this point it's a relief. She thinks they'll be much happier apart, though she also said she's going to miss them both being around together."

"I imagine." You tried to keep empathy in mind for your friend, though the image of pulling Felix Delgado's pants down and going down on him in his own kitchen fills your mind.

"Here we are. Let's go in, grab some lattes, and plan out our day," Sophie says with enthusiasm, grinning and rubbing her hands together.

You were starting to wonder if this was a good idea. Could you behave yourself? It was literally a week ago, the man's probably still sensitive about it.

Sophie has her door halfway open. "Hey, you ready, Candy?"