The next day

As you're about to leave for work the next day, Amber rushes downstairs and stops you before you can get out of the door. She looks scared. Your heart stops as your mind races to what could possibly be wrong.

"Can you stay home from work today?" she asks, a **** pleading in her voice. She seems so serious, which is the only thing preventing you from bursting out laughing. You thought it was going to be something real, something you had to be worried about.

Holding in your laughter, you answer, "Sorry sweetie, I only get so many days off. I just think we need to save them up." Sometimes she can be so silly. It makes so much more sense for you to use your time off for when it really matters. Still, it was nagging at you a bit on the way to work that she would ask. Was there a reason that she didn't want me to leave? But it doesn't take too much thought to push that from my head. If there was a legitimate reason for her to need me to stay home, she would have said something.

Still, you didn't have too much time to ponder it as you soon got absorbed in your work. The fact that she didn't text you at all during the day was just proof that she was just overreacting and that she was fine without you. Either that or she was just busy working with Mr. Caldwell. You've never done any sort of secretarial or legal work, so you have no idea what would even be involved in setting up a good defense for her brother, but you guess that it involves a lot of work and a lot of paperwork. Speaking of, you have piles of your own paperwork to attend to.

As you make your way home, you start to get excited thinking about all the new outfits that she has to pick from. Given what she was wearing before, you are sure that whatever outfits she picked out will be incredibly sexy. When you got home, you were in for a surprise, though. First of all, no Mr. Caldwell. He had been working late almost every other time you'd come home, but today he was nowhere to be found. The other surprise was Amber's outfit. You had assumed she would be wearing one of her new outfits. Instead, she was wearing something more akin to pajamas. She was lying down on the couch, so zoned out you almost thought she was asleep, wearing an old T-shirt and panties and nothing else.

Taking a closer look, she was wearing her comfort panties, too. Those were a white and pink pair that she had has for years and that haven't fit her in ages. She says them make her feel 'comfy' which you're not sure is possible given that her ass has more than tripled in size since those underwear fit her, and are straining against her enormous bottom. Of course, given that your view is a bare scrap of white and pink fabric doing almost nothing to hide her shapely rear end, you have zero complaints about her wearing them.

"Hey Amber," you say, getting her attention. "Is Mr. Caldwell gone already?" There is no way my sweet, innocent Amber would let any other guy than you see her like this, but you are curious as to why he isn't here.

"Oh, hey Luke, you're back," she says, turning to look at you as she wipes something from her eyes. Her voice is a little hoarse, and you wonder if she is getting sick. "Ummm, yeah, he took off a while ago. He said he was done with me- done with the work for now." She gets up and rushes over, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug, pressing her large, soft breasts into your chest. "I'm so glad your home," she says in her hoarse voice.

You return the hug, looking over her shoulders at her scantily clad rear end. You had been so excited to see her in one of her new outfits, but in a way, this is even hotter. "I'm glad to be home, too," you answer her. You enjoy the hug for a while before finally asking, "Why didn't you wear one of the new outfits you got the other day? I was kind of excited to see you in one of them..."

She pulls back with a slightly surprised and a little scared expression on her face. "I was! But it got messy when I was... working. I changed as soon as Mr. Caldwell left." She must have been scared that you would admonish her for getting some of the new clothes, gifts from her boss, dirty on the first day. You decide to cut her some slack since she doesn't seem to be feeling well.

"It happens," you reply, wondering how she got dirty doing secretarial work. Spilled ink maybe? "Why don't you get started on dinner while I change myself and get cleaned up." She nods and makes her way to the kitchen while you leave for the bedroom. After changing, you realize that your dirty clothes hamper is full, so you decide to clean your clothes. As you're about to head to the laundry room, you spot the outfit that Amber must have been wearing. Picking it up, you realize that it really is messy. It looks like the entire front got doused in water, but dirty water that almost makes it look like spit, along with some sort of sticky white liquid. Maybe some sort of Asian food that Mr. Caldwell ordered? Shrugging, you pick it up and throw it in the laundry machine along with your own clothes.

Dinner is ready by the time your make back to the kitchen, and it's nice to enjoy a dinner with just the two of you. After eating, you do the dishes and then you guys cuddle up on the couch to watch some sappy romantic movies. Always a cuddler, Amber is even more snuggly tonight. She puts her warm, soft body up against yours and you can barely pay attention to the movie with how amazing she feels up against you.