"That's too embarrassing. Look, from now on, whenever you want, as long as it's cool with you, just come straight to me. I promise I'll be way better than any fantasy," Scarlett said, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a loving look.
"Sure thing." I nodded, feeling pretty stoked. At least Scarlett was on board with me, and that was enough to make me happy.
"Alright, you better get ready to head over to Sophia's. If you're late, she'll come looking for you." Scarlett reluctantly patted my shoulder and nudged me to get up from the bed.
I got up and grabbed my phone to check the time. It was already ten at night. I needed to freshen up and head out. If I left around ten-thirty or ten-forty, I'd get to the bar just in time.
"Okay, I'll take a quick shower so I don't get caught."
Scarlett nodded, "I'll grab your clothes for you."
"Awesome."
I walked into the bathroom, stood under the showerhead, and turned on the cold water, letting it wash over me. Once I was soaked, I pumped some shower gel into my hands and lathered up.
Just then, Scarlett came to the door with my clothes, about to knock, but saw me with my back to her, covered in white suds. She quickly stepped aside, grumbling, "Why don't you close the door when you shower?"
"What's wrong? You've seen it all before." I turned to her. She was standing outside the door, looking away.
I chuckled, "Come on, stop being shy. Bring the clothes in. I need to get dressed and head out."
"Okay."
Scarlett carefully brought the clothes in. As soon as my hand touched the clothes, she pulled back quickly, like she was scared I'd grab her.
I laughed, "What's wrong? Afraid I'll pull you in for a shower together?"
"Yeah." Scarlett jumped back and shut the door.
By the time I came out, Scarlett was already in the master bedroom showering.
I didn't bother her and just opened the window to hop over to Sophia's place.
Sophia wasn't in her daughter's room, and I was worried if anyone was home, so I shot her a text: [I'm in your daughter's room now. Is anyone home?]
Sophia: [No one's here. Wait for me upstairs, I'm making cookies downstairs and will be up soon.]
[OK.] I replied and took a quick look around her daughter's room.
Her daughter's room was pretty similar to mine, with a double bed, two bedside tables, a wardrobe, a desk, and a big bookshelf.
The only difference was that I had a gaming chair, a computer desk, and a shelf for collectibles.
Her daughter's room was mostly pink, while mine was just plain white.
Soon, Sophia walked in, wearing casual clothes with a bit of flour on her face from baking.
"Let's get started since you're here. I have to go out later." I said, unbuttoning my shirt.
My tone was flat, like having sex with her was just a job, and getting an erection was just a normal thing without any feelings involved.
"Go out? Where are you going so late?" she asked, looking puzzled.
"I've got a part-time gig. Gotta be there by eleven. It's the first day for the new recruits, can't be late," I said nonchalantly.
I unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and then took off my pants, pushing the belt down so they slid to my thighs. I stepped on the pants' leg and kicked them off.
By then, Sophia had walked up to me, her soft hand gently caressing my abdomen.
"Do you need money? I can talk to HR about giving you a raise," she said, her warm breath tickling my throat.
"It's not about the money. I made a deal with my colleagues," I replied.
"Alright, I won't pry. Since you're here, let's get started and not waste any more time."
Sophia's hand slowly moved down my abdomen, then grabbed my cock and gently massaged it. Her technique was way better than Scarlett's.
But honestly, Scarlett's touch felt more comfortable because of the fullness and softness of her hand. A light touch from her felt like a soothing massage.
Even though Sophia was skilled, her delicate hand felt a bit prickly on my cock, not as comfortable as Scarlett's touch.
Still, I didn't want to kill her confidence, so I showed a comfortable expression and even let out a few moans.
"Alright, stop teasing... let's get to it, or we'll run out of time," I urged.
"Okay." Sophia nodded, then lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide.
I got close to her, with my knees against the bed, and my cock slid in easily.
Sophia let out a satisfied moan.
She moved her hips to match my thrusts, her feet wrapping around my lower back, toes clasped together, as if afraid I'd pull away.
I kept thrusting.
Sophia's moans continued, and she seemed to find just thrusting too monotonous, so she grabbed my hand and guided it to her small, delicate breasts.
At that moment, I felt like a male escort, with no real emotions towards her.
Since Sophia wanted me to touch her chest, I complied. I reached out and easily grasped her breasts.
I interlaced my fingers and gently squeezed her breasts. They were nice, but after touching Scarlett's full, round, and soft breasts, I suddenly lost interest in Sophia's.
After casually fondling for a while, my cock seemed to sense my lack of excitement and quickly reached the point of ejaculation.
I didn't bother to hold back. After a few rough thrusts, I came inside her.
The hot semen triggered Sophia's climax, and her legs weakly slid off my waist, hanging on the floor.
As I pulled out, some residual semen dripped on the floor, and she accidentally stepped on it.
"What's wrong? You seem less excited," Sophia asked, puzzled.
"It's nothing. Just feeling a bit tired lately," I pretended to be weary, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing my temples.
"Is it too much work or something else? If you need money, I can give you a supplementary card for my bank account," she offered, concerned.