Chapter 13: Risky Daytime Lessons

The clock on the kitchen wall ticked louder than usual, each second a reminder that my parents’ flight home was now less than forty-eight hours away. The house felt smaller, the walls thinner, every creak of the floorboards a potential giveaway. I stood at the sink rinsing dishes from breakfast, my mind still replaying the way Tara had kept me buried inside her during that FaceTime call yesterday—her pussy fluttering around me while she smiled sweetly at the screen and told my mom the garden was looking great. My cock twitched at the memory, half-hard already, even though we’d barely slept.

Tara’s heels clicked across the tile behind me, sharp and deliberate. She’d slipped into the full set from the shopping trip for the first time—black lace corset cinched tight around her waist, pushing her breasts up into two overflowing swells that rose and fell with each breath, garter straps snapping against her thighs, and sheer stockings that whispered with every step. The matching thong was already pushed aside, the crotchless opening leaving her completely exposed. The heels made her legs look endless, the red soles flashing like a warning every time she moved.

She didn’t say a word at first. Just pressed up behind me, her lace-covered breasts molding against my back, the heat of her bare pussy grinding once against the seat of my shorts. “They land in two days,” she murmured against my ear, voice low and edged with urgency. “We don’t have time to be gentle anymore, baby.”

I turned, and she was already pulling me toward the counter. She spun, planted her palms flat on the granite, and arched her back so her ass pushed out toward me. The corset framed the perfect curve of her cheeks, the thong nothing more than a thin string disappearing between them. “Right here,” she said, spreading her legs wider. “Before the neighbors start their morning coffee. Fuck me like you mean it.”