Roll on Friday

Chapter 8 by The Smutsketeer The Smutsketeer

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Roll on Friday

Sophie gave you directions to her house at the end of your tutorial, promising you no end to pleasure that entire weekend. Later, that week, after your day at college had ended and you’d returned home, you took a shower. Afterwards you joined your sisters on the couch to watch TV in the hopes of killing time until dinner and, more importantly, your rendezvous with your professor.

As usual, Dawn had claimed a spot right next to you, allowing her to snuggle up to you. Rebecca sat on the two seater, smiling at you.

“What?” you asked when you noticed.

“You two are so cute together” she said.

“Oh really?” you asked.

“Yeah. I thought you’d have grown out of it by now.” By way of reply you shrugged. Dawn giggled as her head went upwards along with your shoulders.

“I’m not going to stop just because I’m an adult now” Dawn said. You were glad for it, too. Relaxing on the couch with her was a comforting, bonding ritual for the two of you. Rebecca smiled.

“Hey, if that makes you happy” she said. Then her face went from smiling to pondering. “There has to be something about it, though.” Getting up, your big sister joined you and put her head on your free shoulder. She let out a happy sigh. Then your mother spoke up, coming in from outside:

“If the three of you can be bothered to stop cuddling, we need to start making dinner.”

“Coming!” Dawn said, ever helpful.

That left you with Rebecca, who grinned.

“So, who’s the lucky lady?” she asked.

“What?” you asked, dumbstruck.

“Come on, I can tell. You are smiling all the time now. Is it Alison? Did she text you?”

“No, it’s not her” you told your sister.

“Oooh, who is it then?” Rebecca pressed.

“It’s really early in our relationship, so I won’t tell you yet. If things work out, you will meet her. I promise.”

“That sounds fair. Just don’t forget” she said.

“Don’t tell mom or Dawn though, okay? I don’t want to get them excited yet” you told Rebecca.

“Okay, I won’t” she told you.

After dinner you announced you were going to go out. Rebecca winked at you.

“Okay, enjoy” your mom said. “Will you be back home for breakfast?”

“We’ll see. I might sleep at Skippy’s” you announced.

“Alright” your mom said, smiling. “See you when I see you. Be safe.”

You said goodbye to your family and left for Sophie’s place. Once there you got your bag with books from your backseat, you’d left it there on purpose, and went to the front door. Sophie let you in as if you were nothing but a student in need of extra tutoring. That changed when Sophie returned to you after excusing herself for a moment.

Wearing lace panties and bra, stockings and garter belts, all that under a thin see-through negligée. You smiled. “Doctor Wilson, are you coming on to me?” you asked. Sophie smiled and sat down in your lap.

“Oh yes, I am. Newly divorced, horny, and very much into you” she said, stroking your hair.

“I like you too” you replied, caressing her long legs.

“Good” Sophie said, “because I have plans for you.”