Pleasantly

The door opened up seconds after she knocked. Garret was a medium-height guy in his early 20’s, not much older than Rosa was. Life as a museum curator wasn’t exactly on the physically demanding side so his belly was soft but not quite into “dad bod” territory. He currently wore simple fabric pants that cinched at the waist via a string, and a cotton vest over his bare torso. His hair was short, brown, and lightly tousled, and he was clean shaven.

“Come on in!” He said, and she entered.

Sam was a different story. He was taller than both of them and was in his late 20’s, a year short of being a decade older than Rosa. He had darker skin, shoulder length black hair, and a neat goatee to accentuate his face. He was built like a rock climber and looked like he could bench Rosa without breaking a sweat. Rosa saw him as she entered wearing nothing but some comfortable pants and an apron as he cooked their steaks on the balcony.

They made small talk over dinner, discussing how their day was and what they had plans for.

“You never told us Rosa, where do you go for weeks at a time?” Garret asked.

“That’s a secret” she replied coyly.

“C’mon, we’re your friends! You can tell us.” They teased

“I would, but it’s not my secret to tell.”

“Who’s is it then?”

“I can’t tell you that either. It’s just some stuff for the embassy. Top secret.”

“That’s enough dear, it’s rude to pry” Sam gently chided as they finished their meals. “Would you like to stay Rosa? It’s been a while since you spent a night in our bed.”

“I can’t stay the night sadly. I leave for my Assignment in the morning. I can stay for a few hours though.” She said, winking.

They cleaned up their plates and moved to the living room. Rosa discarded her flannel and bared her tits, now wearing only her panties. Sam turned on a holonet recording of some soap opera that was popular in the city. The story was very trite, something about a character’s valuable set of jewelry going missing, but as background noise it served its purpose.

Rosa felt the cool air on her nipples and looked over to regard her neighbors, who were now similarly lacking clothes

“Hmmm, what should we do first dear?” Sam purred as Garret sat on his lap.