Chapter 517

You knocked on the door and heard footsteps approaching, and then it opened in a rush. “Well, well, well, a young male suitor come calling for our ward,” Becca said, putting on a terrible Southern accent. “I’ll have to let the governess know to keep an eye on you, shan’t I?”

Gemma had given you a heads up that Becca and Charlotte had been watching some old movies and she was on this kick again, so you pulled the trio of roses from behind your back and presented her with the salmon-coloured one. “I do hope that as a gentleman caller, I am welcome in your home,” you said, affecting an equally bad Southern accent.

“My, oh my,” Becca replied with a grin, accepting the rose and taking a big sniff of its fresh scent. “At least he brings gifts like a proper man.” She backed away, gesturing for you to come inside, and shut the door behind you. “But I see you’ve got three different colours. What’s this pinky peach one mean?”

You set the other two roses down carefully on the little half-table near the door and pressed close to Becca, reaching around with one hand and grabbing her meaty ass with one hand as you planted the other on the wall behind her. Her whole ‘Southern Mistress’ routine hadn’t exactly been getting served well by her attire - a t-shirt that was hugging her chest and waist, and a pair of panties that almost looked more like a guy’s tighty-whities except that it hugged her mound closely instead having space for a cock and balls. What the outfit did do is provide easy grabass points.

“Salmon, according to the chart I looked at, is for excitement, passion and desire,” you said quietly, almost a growl.

Becca looked at you with fiery eyes, her lips parting in a soft pant as she ran her hands down your front. “That sounds about right,” she said.

You kissed her, fast and firm, as you squeezed her one ass cheek tightly. She moaned softly and pressed her lips to yours even harder in an aggressive move, but then you both broke away with grins. The game between you and her, and Gemma, was coming to an end soon. It would either die out with a whimper or with a blowout depending on what Gemma wanted, and you both knew it. But it was fucking fun.

Pulling away more, you let go of her ass but she cupped your cock through the front of your slacks so in response you reached up and nabbed the faint point of her nipple through her t-shirt, giving it a playful pinch that had her sucking in a breath and jerking away lightly with a laugh.

“Who’s the other one for?” she asked, nodding to the other roses. The red one was obviously for Gemma.

“Charlotte,” you said, glancing down the short entry hall but not hearing her anywhere inside. “Dark pink, for gratitude. Because I’m thankful for her friendship with Gemma, and putting up with us.”

“Part of me wondered if it was an apology rose for Little Miss Cunty,” Becca chuckled.

You snorted, shaking your head. “I don’t think that would do anything but antagonize her.”

“Fair point,” Becca said. “Char isn’t here at the moment, she’s supposed to be back for dinner. Want me to give it to her?”