"Alright, I'll be waiting for you at home, but we don't have much time. My fiancé is coming back next Friday, so I need to get some stuff to decorate our new place before then."
"Can't you do that after we hook up?"
I pushed open the window, enjoying the breeze as I chatted with Mia on the phone.
"I'm afraid you won't want to leave by then. How about you come shopping with me? I'll let you know the time later."
"Sure, we can do it once before shopping. Then I'll take you to the restroom and do it again after that!"
There was a moment of silence on the phone, followed by the sound of tissue paper being pulled, then Mia's complaining voice. "Stop saying these things, it's embarrassing."
I smirked, knowing I had said all that to turn her on.
"Are you wet now?" I teased.
"Yes! I've soaked my sheets, you have to come over and wash them for me as punishment!" she purred.
I was a bit taken aback, thinking, 'That's impossible, she couldn't even get this wet when I was with her.'
"How did a few words make your juices wet the sheets?" I asked, confused.
"What do you think? I wasn't wearing any clothes! I thought you would come over tonight to make love with me, so I didn't bother with clothes, thinking it would be more convenient when you came over. But you got injured, what a pity."
"Yeah, but don't worry, once I'm back on my feet, I'll make sure to pleasure you so well that you won't be able to get enough," I assured her.
Actually, I could still have sex now. It was just that what happened tonight was quite significant and I had a lot to process, so I needed some time to rest.
At this moment, Emily and John returned.
"Well, I gotta go now. My roommates are back," I said.
"Okay, I'll wait for you to make me climax and beg for more," she said eagerly.
I chuckled. "Alright, I guarantee you'll be satisfied next week."
After hanging up the phone, I changed into a simple black nightgown and left the room.
"Alright, you two go take a shower, I'll heat up some milk for you as a late-night snack. It'll help you sleep," I said.
"Thanks." John helped Emily back to the room, waving to me in gratitude.
I nodded without saying a word, and walked to the kitchen, took out a carton of milk from the fridge, and two glasses from the cabinet, opened the milk carton, and poured it into the glasses.
The smooth milk flowed out, gradually filling the entire glass.
Suddenly, I had a sensation as if my semen was ejaculating inside a pussy. My cock seemed to feel the same way as it immediately hardened.
And this erection was quite strong, lifting up my loose pajama pants, as if it wanted to burst out from the waistband.
Then I heard the sound of the door opening outside.
I turned to see Emily coming out of the room, walking towards the kitchen.
I quickly turned away from her, adjusting my crotch with my hand so that the bulge wouldn't be so obvious.
When Emily reached the kitchen, I turned back. "Perfect timing, take the milk and drink it, so I don't have to bring it to your room."
With that, I handed a glass of milk to Emily.
Emily took the milk and sipped it. The smooth liquid slid down her throat, leaving a milky white residue on her rosy lips.
Just one glance and my cock felt like it was about to explode.
Even the milk on Emily's lips made me feel like she was drinking my cum.
Nancy's teasing had already stirred my desire, and just when I managed to push it down, Emily reignited it all over again.
"Go have a rest after finishing your milk, and take this glass of milk to John," I hoarsely said, handing the other glass of milk to Emily.
She didn't take it immediately. Instead, she paused in front of me, looking at me intently, a hint of desire in her eyes.
"Does watching me drink milk give you the feeling that I'm drinking your cum?" Emily calmly asked.
I believed she was seducing me. But I didn't answer her question. "Don't talk nonsense, you're seriously injured tonight. Just take it easy and rest up."
Emily didn't listen. Instead, she took my hand and moved it towards her pussy as she whispered, "But it misses you. Every time I see you tonight, I can't help but get wet."
She was wearing a short nightgown, with only a thong underneath.
I lightly touched her through the underwear, causing her sensitive legs to tremble.
I could feel the warm juices flowing out from her underwear, and her pubic area felt like it was emitting heat.
Originally, I didn't plan on having sex tonight. I just wanted to rest well and then have a full day of energy to be with Catherine the next day.
But with Emily seducing me like this, if I continued to hold back, it wouldn't be fair to my cock that had been wanting sex all along. Especially since Emily had just taken a shower, her exposed shoulders and neck still glistening with droplets of water, and the faint scent of shower gel lingering on her skin.
This subtle fragrance was like an aphrodisiac, making my cock throb with urgency. My body temperature soared, as if I were being consumed by a fiery furnace, my skin tingling with a burning sensation.
"Come to my room later, don't get caught," I said.
"Okay," Emily replied in a low, husky voice.
Her desire was now burning very intensely.
I returned to the room first, closing the door before Emily reached John's room door.
Then I eavesdropped on their conversation with my ear against the door.
"Emily, why did you finish showering so quickly?"
"Maybe it's a childhood habit. David has already heated up the milk. Hurry and drink it, it won't taste good when it gets cold."
"Okay." John took the milk and nodded, "Why don't you come into my room? I'll help you apply some ointment to your injuries, so they won't scar."
Damn it! John was trying to lure Emily into his room and then find an opportunity to fuck her!
I muttered, "Is he inspired by what I just said and now wants to have sex?"
No way! My desire tonight hadn't been relieved yet! I almost rushed out to intercept John.