Yes, they come in

I lead them into the living room, and I instruct them to "take a load off," gesturing the couch. With some awkwardness in their posture and some clear signs of nervousness, the two boys (Gerald and Martin, I believe) sit down on the couch. The sit on either end of the couch, leaving a space in between, just as I'd hoped. "I'll be right back with those drinks" I tell them, and wink. Gerald chuckes nervously and Martin smiles at me with a slightly scared look on his face. I giggle a little as I stroll into the kitchen.

I grab three glasses from the cupboard and open up the freezer to grab some ice cubes. As I pluck the cubes from the ice tray, I rub a couple of them between my breasts before I plop them into the glasses; my nipples begin to harden. I pour a little rum over each glass of ice, which I cover with cola. Grabbing the three cups, I return to find Gerald and Martin conversing quietly. They stop when I enter.

"Hey, thanks," says Martin shyly as I hand him the glass. I laugh and tell him no problem. I slide myself in between them and sip my rum and cola. I let my idle hand stray to Gerald's thigh who gasps a little. Martin takes a sip and coughs a little, asking "What is this?"

"Just a rum and coke." I tell Martin, "I thought you boys might want to unwind a little on a Saturday night." I take another sip and gaze for a moment into Martin's eyes. They're actually quite nice.

"While we're waiting for Jon," I say to them, "why don't we?"