Scarlett's face turned beet red in a flash. She tried to shrug off my arm, but I was holding on a bit too tight.
I leaned in and whispered, "Last time I touched your breasts, it felt amazing. I'm still thinking about it. How about we pick up where we left off tonight?"
"No way, we can't do this every day. Ryan's gonna get suspicious."
"I'll just say I'm not coming back tonight, then sneak in through the window later," I said casually. After I'm done with Scarlett, I'll head over to Sophia's place to scratch that itch Scarlett couldn't. It's a pretty sweet setup.
"No," Scarlett shot me a look, then slipped out from under my arm and went back to picking stuff for the shopping cart.
We eventually made it to the checkout, paid for our stuff, and headed home. Scarlett drove, I rode shotgun, and we tossed everything in the trunk.
Back at the mansion, we split the bags and carried them inside. Ryan had just gotten home too.
Ryan noticed the cut on my lip and came over to check it out. "You okay?"
"Yeah, it's nothing," I said, touching the cut lightly. It didn't hurt as much anymore.
"Good. You really need to learn to fight back, man. All those muscles and you just take it," Ryan said, sounding worried.
"You're up for a promotion, right? Didn't want to mess things up for you. Maybe they'll make you general manager 'cause I got beat up," I joked.
Ryan looked a bit guilty and patted my shoulder. "Sorry you had to go through that."
I just shook my head, not saying anything.
Scarlett whipped up dinner, and we all ate quietly. Things had been pretty wild lately, so I figured I'd dial it back a bit in front of Ryan.
After dinner, I went to my room to shower. Halfway through, I got thirsty and went to grab some water. The whole house was dark except for my room.
"Ryan? Scarlett? You guys home?" I called out, but got no answer.
Maybe they went out. I was about to head back to my room when I saw a note on the door.
It read: [David, we're out giving gifts to colleagues and will be back late. Go to bed early.]
It was Scarlett's handwriting.
But knowing me, if no one's home, I'm not just gonna sit around.
I flopped on the bed and texted Sophia: [Sophia, anyone at your place?]
Sophia: [Nope, why? Miss me?]
David: [Yeah, I miss being inside you.]
Sophia: [Then come over. I'll leave the door open.]
David: [On my way.]
I jumped out of bed and headed downstairs to Sophia's place.
Her house was dark except for the master bedroom upstairs, so I went straight up.
The room was empty, but I could hear the shower running. No surprise, Sophia was in the shower.
I walked up to the bathroom door and turned the handle slowly. It wasn't locked, so I just walked in.
There was Sophia, covered in shower gel, washing herself. I leaned against the sink, just watching her.
Sophia might not be as stunning as Scarlett, but she was a decent stand-in.
In my mind, I pictured Scarlett in the shower, foam covering her breasts and clinging to her nipples, her cheeks flushed.
I imagined my hand on her lower abdomen, sliding down to her private parts, feeling her soft, warm flesh.
Scarlett's legs would go weak from my touch, her hands gripping my arm as I explored her.
I'd lift her up, sit her on the edge of the tub, push her upper body down, her hands bracing on the edge, legs spread wide, her private parts fully exposed.
Hidden in the foam, her tender parts would be waiting. I'd squat between her legs, push the foam aside, and gently rub her clit with my thumb.
Scarlett would moan softly. "Be gentle... slower... feels so good."
With her eyes closed, enjoying it, I'd gradually speed up, rubbing her clit faster and lighter.
"Slower!" Scarlett's legs would try to close, but I'd keep them apart with my other hand.
She'd have no choice but to endure it. Eventually, she wouldn't even be able to moan, biting her lip, the sounds coming out through her nose.
Finally, Scarlett would tremble, her legs opening and closing, her butt rising and falling.
I'd know she had climaxed.
I'd lift her again, place her on the sink, spread her legs, and aim my penis at her, ready to enter.
Just as I was about to, a familiar voice snapped me back to reality.
"David? David? Why are you so quiet? Did you get lost watching me shower?" A hand waved in front of my face.
I blinked and snapped out of it. It was Sophia. She had finished showering and was standing naked in front of me.
Her body was tempting, but she had interrupted my fantasy about Scarlett, which pissed me off.
I lifted Sophia and placed her on the sink, just like I had imagined with Scarlett, spreading her legs and exposing her.
One hand supported her butt, the other removed my pants, and I aimed my penis at her, thrusting in hard.
The position and method were the same as in my fantasy with Scarlett, but with Sophia, I was rough, venting all my frustration on her.
The intense physical collision, the sound of my balls slapping against her, echoed in the bathroom, bouncing off the walls and windows, filling my ears.
"Be gentle... be gentle," Sophia pleaded.