The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.
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After Emmanuelle left, I joined my parents in the kitchen and we started preparing dinner together the way we normally would on a school night. Well, except that we kept blushing and didn't really talk the way we usually did. Finally my mom cleared her throat and gave me a wicked grin.
"That was quite a show you gave us earlier," she quipped.
I bit my lip and shook my head as I looked at her, and my dad turned to stare at her as well.
"What? Were we just supposed to act like that didn't happen?" she asked us both. She laughed, which made me and Dad laugh uncomfortably. "Emmanuelle certainly seemed to enjoy it," she continued, returning her gaze to the vegetables she was preparing. "I guess you two are getting back together."
"Actually, we're not," I sighed, shaking my head again. "What you saw was incredible for both of us, but for her it just...wasn't the same. It made it clear to her that we don't love each other anymore and she felt lousy about 'ruining everything' by breaking up with me three months ago. I doubt we'll actually date, but we'll probably see each other again."
Mom reached over and rested a hand lightly on my forearm. "I'm sorry to hear that sweetie. Are you okay?"
I thought for a minute before nodding slowly. "You know, I am okay. I didn't like seeing her crying, especially after..." I gulped and looked at my dad. "Um, you know," I continued awkwardly. "But I think this is for the best, really."
Now, I had thought about mentioning Cheryl but I looked at my mother and had another thought.
"Mom, could you get me Monica's phone number? I think I'd like to see about 'hanging out at her place' this weekend."
I managed to keep a straight face until she squawked and dropped the paring knife she had been using. Then Dad and I just busted up at the look on her face. Mom narrowed her eyes when she realized I had been messing with her, but then she grinned and licked her lips.
"You know what? I'm going to give you her number. It will serve both of you right. Plus, that will leave us the house all weekend while you're--"
"That's enough," my dad said quietly, cutting her off. It reminded us abruptly that he simply did not care to have this sort of conversation, and that was the end of it.
Mom did get me Monica's number later, though. It wasn't until after dinner, and it suddenly reminded me that I had never called Leslie back. I got up from the couch and gave both of my parents a hug and kiss, and then retreated to my room to make that call.
Leslie didn't answer right away, and I listened to her voice on her voicemail message. It gave me time to think what I should say, so when I heard the beep I was ready. I took a breath and started with an apology.
"Leslie, I am really sorry I didn't call you back sooner," I started.
Then the phone beeped again, and I looked at it. Leslie was calling me. Well, I screwed up and hung up entirely, so I had to call her back again. That time the call went directly to voicemail and I blew out a breath in frustration and hung up again. I figured I needed to either wait a couple of minutes to try again, or wait for her to call me.
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Ten minutes or so later, we were finally talking. I apologized again, and Leslie laughed softly.
"It's okay. I already heard your apology on the voicemail. I guess you and Emmanuelle spent more time together than you expected?"
"Yeah," I replied. I wasn't comfortable sharing any more than that. I had to grin, though, when I pictured Leslie's face and wondered what her reaction would be if I told her, "So, I was fucking Emmanuelle in the ass, and I realized my parents were watching..."
"Is it too late for you to see me?" Leslie asked, breaking me out of that thought.
I looked over at my alarm clock. "Um, no, not really," I replied.
Leslie gave me directions to her house, and I let my parents know before jumping into my shower. I was quick about it, and threw on clean clothes before getting into Mom's car and driving over to Leslie's house. As I drove, I sniffed to make sure the smell of my mother's aroused pussy wasn't still noticeable.
It was the first time I got to meet Leslie's parents. Her dad looked vaguely familiar, and I realized I had seen him before but we'd never talked. They welcomed me warmly into their home, and I waved at Leslie's younger brother. He returned the wave, but didn't stop playing his video game. I just grinned.
Leslie was still in her bedroom, and her mother led me back to that room and knocked softly before opening the door. I was surprised when her mother closed the bedroom door after I had stepped inside. I got an even bigger surprise when Leslie stood up. She had been sitting on her bed, and I thought she was wearing some kind of yellow blouse. As soon as she stood, though, I gulped and stared at the gauzy, see-through babydoll nightie.
Leslie's big, perky tits and hard little nipples were clearly visible, as were her tiny bikini panties. Before I got the chance to say anything, she leaned up and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I'm glad you could make it," she murmured, and then her soft little tongue slid right into my mouth.
She stood there and rubbed her body against me as we kissed. There was no way to disguise my hardening dick, and she moaned appreciatively when she felt it swelling against her. After a few lovely minutes like that, we broke off the kiss and both sucked in a soft gasp for air.
"I'm glad to see Emmanuelle didn't completely wear you out," Leslie said with a grin.
Her sexy smile was contagious. I could not help but return it. Then she turned and stepped over to the bed, and my eyes quickly took in the gorgeous curve of her bottom. I managed not to get caught staring this time, and she turned and patted the bed.
