Chapter 362

Sunday was a slow day, at least in terms of how you and your girlfriends seemed to run through your lives. You had a lazy morning in bed snuggling with the girls, then got yourself up and went to the kitchen. Gemma’s apartment was quiet even though the microwave clock was declaring that it was 10 AM. Shaking your head, you opened the fridge and started digging for breakfast materials.

The first person to show up, following the smells coming from the frying pan full of bacon, was Becca. She was dressed in panties and a crop top, her boyishly short hair smeared up in a cowlick on one side and her eyes revealing that she was definitely suffering the effects of a hangover.

“Morning,” she muttered, shuffling past you and snagging a piece of bacon from the plate of cooling strips as she headed for the fridge. She also gave you a smack on the ass as she passed, so when she bent over to fish a Gatorade out of the bottom drawer of the fridge you decided to pay her back with a smack of her own. Her ass, upturned as she bent at the waist, provided a perfect target. You couldn’t say that it was as nice an ass as any of the other women you’d been intimate with (and given a spank to); Becca was feminine without being curvy or thin. She also wasn’t stocky, she was just sort of fit in a squarish way, her hips matching her broad shoulders. When you smacked her ass, her cheek rippled nicely though and she barked a laugh into the fridge, then winced as she stood up. “Careful, John,” she said. “Do that again and I might call you Daddy and start asking for another.”

You smirked, knowing that she was teasing you with what she’d heard through the walls before. “I’ll smack your ass all day if you deserve it,” you said. “But for now, how about you go wake up our girls? I should have the eggs done in a few minutes.”

“M’kay,” she said, peeling the seal off of the inside lip of the Gatorade and then lifting it to take a drink. She sighed heavily as she lowered the bottle, already half empty, and she looked you up and down again. You were dressed in shorts and a T-shirt you had left at Gemma’s before. “You looked good last night,” she said. “Good thing you’re gonna be a lawyer, you can wear suits more often.”

“You looked pretty fantastic yourself,” you said. “You make that dress look great.”

“Thanks,” she grinned. Then she set down her Gatorade and quickly pulled off her crop top, her bare tits bouncing a little as she grinned at you. “I just realized we’re breaking tradition if one of us doesn’t flash the other.”

“I think technically we both need to flash each other,” you said.

“So get your cock out,” Becca said, wiggling her eyebrows.

You sighed and glanced at the hall outside the kitchen, then quickly lowered your shorts. You weren’t wearing any underwear and your cock flopped out briefly before you covered it up again.

“Aww, you didn’t need to put him away,” Becca teased. “I know me and the girls wouldn’t mind if he hung around for breakfast.”

“Yeah, well, you might want to reconsider,” you said. “Lucy is here, and we heard her with a guy in her room last night.”

“Ugh,” Becca sighed, reaching for her top and pulling it back on. “You know, you’re not the only one who’s going to miss Gemma when she leaves, right? I’m going to need to find a new roommate to help balance out McBitchface. For some reason I doubt she’s going to mellow out once you all leave the city.”