Make sure she knows how you feel.

You make your way downstairs to find Sarah and Beth discussing dinner plans. Sarah has her food out, and she looks up at you when you come downstairs, then huffs and looks back down at her phone. She's changed to a much more conservative button up blouse, though the gaps that open as she shifts in her seat indicate you'll still get an eyeful if you keep your attention on her ample chest. They are obviously looking for a place to eat and Beth looks at you and shrugs. “We're waiting for Emily to see if she has any suggestions,” Beth tells you. Beth, you've noticed, is still wearing a Harvard shirt, but this one seems nicer and newer. You nod, realizing that's a really good idea given Emily's knowledge of both good food and the area.

Emily comes down, and while you hear her hit the top of the stairs, you do your best not to draw undue attention. Sarah saying, “Damn!” in a surprised tone and Beth going “Whoa” under her breath. You turn to see Emily wearing a pair of jeans, dark jeans, that fit snugly, but not too tightly. She's pulled on a denim shirt with long sleeves and has left the top two buttons of the bulkier top open, just revealing her neck and collarbone before the placket of the garment takes over, hiding the top curves of her breasts that are likely held in her bra. It's easily the most daring thing you've seen Emily wear. Even when she was masturbating, your brain reminds you. The memory flashes back into your skull and you swallow as she comes down the stairs.

You let your eyes linger on the open space of the shirt, loving the way the curves of her breasts create a dark cleavage. Emily glances at you, then turns away a bit too quickly, her face turning red. You stare for a moment more, and Emily looks behind you to Sarah and Beth.

“Too much?” she asks, and her eyes look toward them. With Sarah and Beth behind you, you smile at her, hoping you don't step too far. Emily's eyes flit to yours, and you swear you see the faint hint of a smile before Sarah interrupts your thoughts. “No way! Work it, babe!” Emily smiles nervously and gives a quick bow as you all applaud, giving you a short glance down her cleavage that you find entrancing. Her breasts quiver as she stands up, and Emily gives you another glance. Her eyes are darting to you every few seconds as she moves past and stands between Beth and Sarah at the table. You keep your distance and offer some suggestions, but Emily doggedly pushes for an Italian restaurant she knows. You all cede to the food writer, and even as she gets more animated in her defense of the place, your eyes are irresistibly drawn to her chest. You decide to behave; you hope you haven't gone too far already with the insistent staring. Within moments, though, Emily suggests that you all stay with your original seats, meaning you and Emily will be in the front.

You run upstairs to get your cell phone. When you get back to the kitchen, Emily's at the front door. “I have the keys,” she says. You stand behind her and cup her ass.

“Nice shirt,” you whisper. Emily grinds her ass into your hand for a moment before spinning away. She's grinning, and you smile back at her.

“Thought you might appreciate another pair of young, nubile breasts to gawk at. Sarah's covered up,” she says. You realize that Sarah and Beth are already in the car, and Emily is being more forward as a result.

Just before Emily opens the door, you whisper to her “Were you thinking of me?” You open the door and get in the car. As Emily comes in, she shoots you a disapproving look, and you smile innocently. She adjusts at the steering wheel, and pulls gently back at her shirt, opening it a bit, and you realize the view is for you. Somehow she managed to unbutton another button at the top, and she's giving a glimpse of a pert, round breast from the side. You can't see the nipple, but much of her flesh is now exposed. You take the time to savor the view as Emily languidly turns the key and adjusts the mirror, sending her exposed breast rippling in the shirt. She is obviously without a bra, and whatever ill effect your direct approach might have had seems to be more of an imagined concern. Emily is obviously putting on a show for you, and you fully intend to enjoy it.

“Yes,” she says. It takes a moment for her words to register, but it's your turn to be shocked, as you realize she's answering your question.

“Yes what?” Sarah asks. You wonder what to say when Emily smiles into the mirror.

“Yes I've seen Goonies,” she replies. “Apparently John was hoping to use the mirror to look down my shirt,” Sarah and Beth start berating you and Emily laughs. “Guys, I'm kidding; we were talking about the restaurant.” You glance at her, and she gives you a quick look in return. She looks down for a moment, and she seems to realize that the shirt has closed. She catches your eye, then looks down again. You smirk at her, and she pulls the shirt open once more. She is teasing you in the worst way, and you make sure that you are unseen when you nod in approval. She pulls it again, almost revealing her nipple before she casually covers it back up. You feel yourself stiffen in response to the tease, and you shift in your seat.

“Still uncomfortable from the flight?” Emily asks.

“I could give you a massage when we come back,” Beth says helpfully. “I've gotten really good with my hands since I've been taking those classes.” You and Emily each **** back a laugh.

“I should be fine, thanks,” you tell her. For a moment, you imagine your tall, model thin boss on her knees, massaging you, and you swallow. Emily grins as she sees you react to the idea, and shakes her head. “We're almost there,” Emily announces, and she pulls into the restaurant. She carefully and subtly re-buttons her shirt, closing off your nearly full access to her breast. She glances your way and you give her a false pout. She grins with a wicked promise and gets out of the car. You follow suit, and wander into the restaurant. Beth and Sarah go in first, and you hold the door for both of them. As Emily goes in, you grope her ass firmly. Emily grunts softly. “I'm glad I was working out last week,” she says softly.

“As am I,” you say to her. You follow her into the restaurant. It is much what you expected, with some gentle reds and browns. The restaurant's main dining room is packed with people, and you feel fortunate when the hostess leads you to a booth. Emily stops, and you nearly run into her. You fight the urge to grope her rear end again, but as she waits, Beth and Sarah sit on one side. Emily sits and gently pats the seat next to you. “I don't bite,” she says, teasing.

“Not what I heard,” Sarah says, and Emily fakes being shocked, cupping her hand to her mouth. Beth laughs, and both Emily and Sarah chuckle along. As you all enjoy the laugh, a young, slender woman with dark hair and dark eyes. She looks to be nearly twenty, her olive complexion smooth and silky looking. The low lighting allows shadows to dance on her face, and you find yourself staring for a second before your attention flits back to Emily. Emily's adjusting her shirt when you glance at her and you catch her eye. Emily smiles and shakes her head, but leaves the shirt unbuttoned to leave just enough cleavage for you to see. In the course of ordering, you realize the women have all ordered wine. You're not a heavy drinker, and it's a wise idea to let them have some fun, so you order a glass of water. The waitress nods, and hands all of you menus.

“What's good Emily?” Sarah asks.

“I'm partial to the lasagna,” she says, glancing at Beth and Sarah. “It's really well seasoned, with a nice balance of cheese. The sauce is just to die for,” she adds. You feel a moment as Emily offers her advice, and your hand slowly snakes out to her leg. She's close enough that you don't have to move your shoulder or upper arm to drag fingers across the outside of her thigh. Emily lets her leg slide toward you, and you spend a few moments simply stroking the top of her leg while she discusses other food options with Beth and Sarah. By the time the waitress returns with the drinks, it's time to order.