The doorbell rang ten minutes later, and Ara hurried over to get it. Sure enough, when she flung the door open, it was Lauren who was standing on the front steps and squinting against the bright sunlight. Ara squealed in delight and, before she could stop herself, threw her arms around Lauren’s neck and planted a quick but firm kiss on Lauren’s lips. Ara saw the look of surprise on Lauren’s face at her sudden display of affection and laughed heartily.
“Hey!” Lauren exclaimed, and laughed too. She circled her arms around Ara’s waist and held her close. “What was that for?”
Ara sighed contentedly and snuggled against Lauren for a moment. They have been lovers for almost eight months now, something that always made Ara feel proud every time she thought of it. She loved Lauren to death, and she had never been happier in her entire twenty years of existence than when she and Lauren were together. Unfortunately, they had to keep their relationship a secret. Their respective families, who were both conservative and traditional to the core, knew nothing of what went between the two girls. Their friends at the college knew of their relationship, though, and that was good enough for the girls. At least they could take a break from all the hiding and worrying at campus.
“I’m just really happy you’re here,” Ara said, her face buried on Lauren’s chest. She could feel the soft swell of Lauren’s breasts on her cheek. As if on cue, Ara instantly felt turned on. Her mind spun, and she remembered the countless times she had Lauren’s full breasts in her mouth. She remembered the fresh taste of Lauren’s skin and the slightly salty taste of her clean sweat. She remembered stirring the pink nubs that were Lauren’s nipples back to life, and sucking on them like lollipops when they stood firm and erect. God, she loved Lauren so much! Ara sighed again and snuggled even closer to her partner.
“Hey, someone could see us,” Lauren said cautiously. She turned her head slightly and scanned the neighborhood. It was still early afternoon. There was no one on the street, but that didn’t mean it would stay that way. Of the two girls, Lauren was the more level-headed one. She loved Ara and was proud of what they shared, but she knew not everyone was ready to know of their relationship yet. For Lauren, her being cautious was more on wanting to shield Ara from the backlash they would very likely receive once news of their relationship leaked out.
“There’s nobody home,” Ara replied. Her voice was muffled because she still had her face on Lauren’s chest. She nuzzled the tops of Lauren’s breasts lightly, and she felt Lauren stiffen a bit. Ara sighed inwardly. Lauren sometimes worried too much.
“Where’s Sean?” Lauren asked.
“He’s asleep,” Ara answered. “We played tag like crazy, and he was so worn out, he just about went off to Dreamland the second he hit the bed.”
Sean Collins was the six-year-old kid Ara babysat on a regular basis. Since Ara was free on most afternoons-Lauren had classes on Ara’s free time, so they couldn’t be together-she decided to take on a babysitting stint. The Collinss had recently transferred to the city and lived a few blocks away from Ara’s house. Ara considered herself very lucky to have landed the babysitting job. Mr. Collins seemed a nice-enough man, and of course, there was sweet little Sean. Mrs. Collins died when Sean was only two years old, and Mr. Collins had raised Sean on his own since then. Ara was sad when she learned of Mrs. Collins’s fate, but she had to admit Mr. Collins didn’t do a bad job in raising Sean. The little boy, although equipped with a seemingly endless supply of energy, was friendly, polite, and sweet.
Ara had babysat other kids before, so she was aware of the traditional unwritten rules on babysitting, especially the one on not having anyone over when she babysat someone. Ara was proud of never having broken that cardinal rule in her considerable babysitting career, save for this moment, that is. She had been babysitting Sean for two months now. She knew Mr. Collins trusted her, and she would never do anything to abuse that trust.
But she missed Lauren.
Ara didn’t know what possessed her to call Lauren and ask her to skip her afternoon classes and join her at the Collinss’ house. When she realized what she had done, Lauren had already said yes and it was already too late to take things back. The college wasn’t too far from the Collinss’ house. Lauren had promised to be over in less than fifteen minutes. True enough, she stuck to her word. Ara had sprung into action when Lauren had rung the bell. The buzzing sound might wake Sean up, and that would be the end of her babysitting stint with the family.
Now, standing on the front steps with her holding Lauren and Lauren holding her back, Ara decided she was happy she had given her girlfriend a ring. She definitely missed Lauren, no doubt about that. She was sorry she had to break one of her cardinal babysitting rules, but she missed Lauren too much to be worrying about things like rules anyway.
Besides, Ara told herself, this would be the first and last time I’ll have someone over while I’m babysitting. I swear I won’t do this again.
Comforted by her internal promise, Ara led Lauren inside the Collinss’ house. “Take a seat,” Ara said, as she shut the door behind her.
Lauren walked to where the couch was and sat down. She looked around the living room. “Nice place,” she commented. “A pretty big house for only two people.”
Ara sat beside Lauren and pressed her body against her. “Mr. Collins makes a lot of money,” she replied. “Banking stuff. I wouldn’t know any of that from a five-bar gate.” She wrapped an arm around Lauren’s body and began to nuzzle her on the neck.
Lauren chuckled and wrapped her arms around Ara too. “You’re funny,” she said, leaning her face close to Ara’s. “That’s why I love you so much. You never fail to make me laugh, Ara.”
“Kiss me,” Ara commanded, her voice rough and husky. “Kiss me, Lauren.”
“I’d be glad to,” Lauren answered. Then she placed her lips over Ara’s, and the two fell into a deep, passionate kiss.
Ara hungrily ran her lips over and around Lauren’s. Ara opened her mouth wider and devoured Lauren’s lips whole, telling Lauren how much she sorely missed her. Lauren let Ara know how much she missed Ara by immediately slipping her tongue inside Ara’s open mouth. Ara sighed contentedly. Lauren was here, at last. Things were finally going her way.
The girls kissed each other torridly for several minutes before Ara’s hand went down to Lauren’s breast. Lauren moaned softly as Ara grasped her breast firmly. Ara didn’t do anything at first; she simply let her hand rest on Lauren’s breast while her tongue darted into Lauren’s mouth and flicked around inside eagerly. Lauren took Ara’s tongue and sucked on it vigorously. Ara cried out softly, and that was when her hand and fingers on Lauren’s breast began to move.
Lauren let out another moan. Ara smiled inwardly. Lauren loved it when Ara played with her tits, and Ara was only too glad to oblige. Ara grabbed and squeezed without finesse, producing another moan from Lauren. The moans turned Ara on, and before she gave herself time to think things out, she broke their passionate kissing, lifted up Lauren’s snug-fitting sweater, and pushed Lauren down on the couch. Ara saw her girlfriend had a red slightly lacy bra on. The lace was at the top of the cups, emphasizing Lauren’s full breasts. The sight did wonders to Ara’s arousal, and she immediately placed herself on top of Lauren and attacked her breasts.
“Ara, this is insane,” Lauren said through gritted teeth and in between moans, as Ara took a nipple inside her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily. “What if… God, that feels so good! What if Sean wakes up and sees us?” She cried out again as Ara devoured her other breast this time.
Ara paused for a moment to answer Lauren’s question. “Sean’s asleep,” she repeated. “Besides, I’d hear him should he stir. I know his movements like the back of my hand.” She reached out and pinched Lauren’s breast, the one that wasn’t inside her mouth. “Now could you shut up? Remember you’re a slut, Lauren. My slut.” She pinched again, and Lauren squirmed. “You do as I say, all right?”
Both girls were fans of crazy, kinky sex. One of the things they love to do when they engage in activity between the sheets was to talk dirty. Ara in particular loved to trash talk. Lauren let her. Whatever aroused Ara aroused Lauren too. The more arousal, the better.
Lauren nodded in response to Ara’s question and lay still. This time, Ara didn’t return to Lauren’s tits. Instead she undid the buttons on Lauren’s jeans and unzipped her fly. Once Lauren’s matching red underwear was revealed, Ara tugged the jeans and underwear down until Lauren’s bare pussy was free.
Ara stared at the moist juicy lips of Lauren’s cunt. The pink folds glistened and beckoned to her with their plump flesh and juicy sheen. Ara ran her fingers lightly over Lauren’s cunt. Lauren gasped, and her hips slightly lifted off the couch. She glared at Ara. “What did you do that for?”
“Shut up,” Ara said gravely. With one hand, she spread Lauren’s lips open while she slid a finger inside the slippery crack with her other hand. Lauren moaned and tried to spread her legs wider. The couch, however, could only offer so much space. Ara, sensing what Lauren was about to do, grabbed both of Lauren’s legs and placed them on her shoulders. Now Lauren was exposed and all hers for the taking.
Ara lowered her head until her face was inches from Lauren’s pussy. She stayed that way for a few minutes, inhaling in the exotic scent that screamed of nothing but Lauren. Then Ara blew on Lauren’s cunt.
Lauren yelped. “Ara, what are you doing?” she cried out.
Ara didn’t respond. She kept on blowing light, feathery air on Lauren’s cunt, making Lauren squirm and wriggle even more. Ara could see Lauren’s pussy becoming even wetter every moment. She went on fluttering her fingers and blowing over Lauren’s pussy until Ara couldn’t take it anymore as well. With a groan, she buried her face on the tempting mound between Lauren’s legs and began to eat her greedily.
Lauren moaned repeatedly as Ara’s mouth assaulted her pussy. Ara ran her tongue all over Lauren’s mound before slipping her tongue inside the dripping-wet crack and wagging it all over the tiny space. Lauren cried out loud and brought her own hands to her exposed breasts, where she played with and rubbed her nipples vigorously. With her tongue still inside Lauren, Ara looked up and saw Lauren’s nipples were stirring to life. She reached out and tweaked one. She tweaked again and let her hand rest on Lauren’s tit. She resumed eating Lauren out. Lauren was so wet that Ara’s face was smeared with Lauren’s juice in no time.
“Babe, I’m going to come,” Lauren said in a low voice.
“So soon?” Ara asked teasingly before she plunged her tongue back inside Lauren in no time.
“You fuck me so good, that’s why,” Lauren answered in between breaths. She was moving her hips in time with Ara’s tongue, which was touching all the right spots. Ara felt Lauren suddenly grab her hair, and she knew Lauren was going to burst at any moment now. She loved how Lauren was so easy to please.
Ara placed her other hand beneath Lauren’s butt so she was grasping a firm buttock with one hand while fondling a firm breast with another. Ara’s mouth was occupied with Lauren’s pussy. Ara discovered her mouth didn’t want to let go of Lauren’s flesh and taste. Well, Ara was only too glad to oblige.
“Ara, I fucking love you!” Lauren screamed before her bodily fluids gushed out from her most private part, drowning Ara’s tongue and mouth with their sudden surge. Ara didn’t let go, though. Instead she thrust her tongue deeper into Lauren’s pussy, devouring every drop of Lauren’s juice as much as she can. Ara felt her nose and cheeks were already very wet, but she ignored them. She would get to them later. Not a drop of Lauren was going to go to waste.
Lauren came again, her body shivering and shuddering on the couch. Ara held on, and Lauren came again. Ara sucked on Lauren’s cunt this time, until Lauren had another shaking fit and came again. This time, she grew limp under Ara’s touch, and Ara knew her girlfriend was spent.
Ara removed her tongue from Lauren’s crack. She sat up straight and gently placed Lauren’s legs back on the couch. Ara got on top of Lauren, her juice-smeared face inches from Lauren’s sweaty one. Grinning, Ara planted another quick but firm kiss on Lauren’s lips. The kiss left a few drops of Lauren’s come on Lauren’s lips. Lauren gladly licked the drops away.
“Some babysitting stint this is,” Lauren said, then giggled.
Ara snuggled on top of her partner. “Yeah, babysitting is fun,” she agreed, and giggled too.
The next day, Ara was surprised when she opened the door to the Collinss and found Mr. Collins sitting on the couch where she and Lauren had some steamy session only the day before.
“Mr. Collins!” Ara exclaimed. “Hi. Where’s Sean?”
Mr. Collins looked up from the book he was reading. For a man in his early forties, Mark Collins didn’t look too bad, even Ara had to admit. The guy had the classic all-American look: blond hair, blue eyes, chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, trim waist, and towering height. Ara didn’t get why Mr. Collins didn’t remarry after his wife’s death several years ago. He could get any girl he desired with a simple nod or wink if he wanted to.
“Hello, Ara,” Mr. Collins said in his trademark calm voice. “Sean’s at my mother’s. He’ll be there the whole weekend.”
“Oh,” Ara said. “Well, I guess you won’t be needing me then?”
Mr. Collins cocked his head. “Not exactly. Sit down for a minute, Ara. I need to talk to you about something.”
Ara was puzzled. What could it be that Mr. Collins wanted to talk to her about? She decided maybe it had to do with Sean’s occasional bursts of hyperactivity, something that they had discussed once.
“Sure, Mr. Collins,” Ara answered, and sat opposite Sean’s father. She had dressed extra special today. Had she known Mr. Collins would be around, she would have worn her usual shirt-and-jeans combo. “What’s up?” She desperately wanted to tug the low-cut neckline of her sweater, but doing so in front of her employer didn’t seem polite.
Mr. Collins looked steadily at Ara. “You know I’m not someone who beats around the bush, don’t you, Ara? I tell things as they are, direct and straight to the point.”
Ara nodded. This sounded serious, and she hoped she wasn’t in trouble. “Yes, Mr. Collins.”
Mr. Collins went on. “I’m very disappointed in you, Ara. I thought I could trust you with Sean.” He paused. “Apparently I was mistaken.”
Ara’s insides turned cold. She knew right there and then that Mr. Collins knew she had brought Lauren over yesterday. Not only did she bring Lauren over, but she fucked Lauren on the very couch her employer was sitting! Ara swallowed and tried not to let her anxiety show. Relax, Ara, she thought. So he suspects something. He doesn’t have proof, though, he can’t know for sure.
“I’m not sure I get you,” Ara said carefully.
Mr. Collins chuckled. “I knew you’d say that.” He turned serious. “Ara, you didn’t tell me you were a… lesbian.” His eyes never left Ara even for a second.
Ara stared back, but she was melting inside. He knows! she wailed mentally. Finally, she said, “Does it matter?”
“Of course it doesn’t,” Mr. Collins answered, his voice still infuriatingly soothing. “I don’t judge, Ara. But straight or not, I don’t like having people I don’t know in my house without me knowing it.” His voice turned menacing.
“I still don’t get you, Mr. Collins,” Ara said firmly.
Mr. Collins smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “You had your girlfriend over yesterday,” he told Ara. “Her name’s Lauren, I gather. Lauren. That’s a nice name.”
Ara’s eyes grew wide. Lauren was her Achilles heel, and she forgot all about maintaining composure. “How did you-” she began, but Mr. Collins cut her off with a burst of chilly laughter.
“Cut it out, Ara!” he exclaimed. “You’re not fooling me with your act. I know you and your… girlfriend got all nasty on my couch. In my house, and with Sean asleep upstairs.” His eyes grew furious. “How could you do such a thing? Sean trusted you. I trusted you.”
“Mr. Collins,” Ara started, but again her employer cut her off.
“I want you out of this house, Ara,” Mr. Collins said calmly. “I want you out of our lives. No more babysitting Sean. No more lies.”
“Mr. Collins, I’m sorry,” Ara said frantically. “Okay, I admit I brought Lauren over, but that was the first time ever and I swear that would be the last!” She gazed at her boss pleadingly. “I promise that won’t happen again, just don’t fire me, I swear I’ll do anything.”
Mr. Collins’s expression didn’t change. “No, Ara, that’s-”
“Anything, Mr. Collins, anything,” Ara interrupted. An idea popped into her head, and before she could blink, she reached down and pulled her sweater off her head. The sweater was dark and Ara was feeling a bit naughty, so she had decided not to wear a bra underneath.
With her breasts bare, she stood in front of Mr. Collins. She stood proud and erect, making sure her breasts looked saucier than ever.
Mr. Collins was silent for a moment before he let out a deep booming laughter. He laughed so hard, he had to steady himself on the table.
“Is that all you can do?” he exclaimed, struggling to keep himself under control. “Dear Ara, I’ve seen enough tits that could last me more than a lifetime.” He grew serious again. “Although there’s something I want you to do, though.”
Ara was wary. She couldn’t believe she had the nerve to strip in front of her boss. But she was desperate. Not only did she need the babysitting money but she also cared for Sean too much. He was like the little brother she never had.
“What do you want?” she asked finally.
“I want you to fuck yourself, Ara,” Mr. Collins said softly. “I love sex, but not as much as I love seeing others do it in action. It’s so erotic.”
“That’s it?” Ara asked. But she felt dirty. She had played with herself countless times in the privacy of her room and even in front of Lauren, but never in front of a much-older man.
“It depends,” Mr. Collins answered. “Now do it.”
Ara took a deep breath. I guess there’s a first time for everything, she thought. Then she undid her jeans and slid them down to her feet.
Mr. Collins leaned back on the couch, gazing at Ara’s body appreciatively. “Nice body,” he said. “I want you to put on a show.”
Ara kicked at her jeans until her feet were free of them. She stood up and walked to where Mr. Collins was, where she stood in front of him. Clad only in her purple silk panties, Ara began to move her hips. She tossed her head back, letting her long blond hair float around her shoulders. She cupped her breasts with both her hands and began to squeeze them gently. The she ran her flat palms over her nipples until her pink nubs stood out alert and awake. She kept on running her palms over them, and she felt something gush out in between her legs. Her panties were getting soaked. She sneaked a look below and saw a small dark spot on her crotch.
Mr. Collins didn’t say anything. He simply leaned back on the couch and gazed up at Ara, waiting for her next erotic move. Ara ran her hands down to her flat, trim stomach. She toyed with her navel for a bit and ran her hands back up to her neck, where she stroked and caressed at the sensitive spots on her neck. She brought her hands back to her breasts and played with her tits some more. She was already incredibly aroused. Ara couldn’t help but moan softly. She was in it now, no doubt about it.
She let go of her breasts, and her hands went down to her panties. Ara bent slightly, as if to scratch an itch on her knee. She wiggled slightly so as to make her tits jiggle, and she knew Mr. Collins liked it because she saw his eyes grow wider at the sight of her jiggling twins.
Men, she thought, half-pleased and half-disgusted.
Ara stood up straight and spread her legs apart. She covered her chest with one hand while she inserted her other hand inside her panties. Her eager fingers found their target, the soaking-wet area between her legs that was her slit. Ara inserted two of her fingers down there. The sudden jolt sent sparks all over her body. Once again she moaned.
Her fingers slid in and out of her crack greedily. The friction created by the rubbing motion made her pussy produce more body juice. Ara was very wet in no time, a fact that was proven by the growing dark spot on the crotch of her panties. Her knees began to shake. She found she couldn’t support herself any longer, so she sank to her knees but without removing her hand in her pussy. On and on she went rubbing and thrusting her fingers in and out of her crack. The thought of masturbating in front of a much-older man now turned her on. The whole thing was so dirty, so erotic. She had to admit she couldn’t be this turned on in front of Lauren. Lauren aroused her a lot, but for Ara, that form of arousal wasn’t dirty. This thing with Mr. Collins, though, certainly qualified as dirty for Ara.
She was very much into it now. Her hips were now bucking, moving back and forth in time with sliding of her fingers inside her pussy. She slid another finger in, raising the count to three. The pleasure began to build up and grow more intense. Ara shut her eyes to further heighten her other senses. She was right. The sensations increased in intensity, and she gave out several soft cries to let some off the building pressure out.
A few moments later, she felt something brush against her mouth. She attempted to open her eyes, but a hand shut them back in place. The thing brushed against her mouth again. Curious, Ara parted her lips slightly, and that was when the thing invaded her mouth.
It was Mr. Collins’s cock.
Ara gasped in surprise, but with her boss’s cock in her mouth, the sound was muffled. She felt Mr. Collins force more of his cock inside her, and she opened her mouth wider to take in as much of his dick as she can. She pursed her lips just before the rod could penetrate her throat. Not now.
“Play, Ara,” Mr. Collins ordered.
The hand clamped over her eyes disappeared, but Ara kept her eyes shut. Her mouth devoured every inch of Mr. Collins’s cock. It was huge, she could tell. It barely fit inside her wide-open mouth and almost reached the area where her throat started. Ara began to suck and nibble, and the fingers in her cut resumed their erotic movements.
Mr. Collins gripped Ara’s hair then the sides of her head. He moved Ara’s head forward and backward, simulating thrusting motions. Ara obeyed and moved her head on her own. Mr. Collins moved his cock in time with Ara’s thrusting until their body movements were in harmony with each other.
Ara had an idea. She removed her hand from inside her panties and, with both hands, grabbed Mr. Collins’s balls. He moaned when she did this, and when she applied the faintest bit of pleasure, his moans became louder.
She couldn’t take the suspense anymore, so she opened her eyes. She looked down and saw she had almost all of Mr. Collins’s dick in her mouth. Her eyes traveled to Mr. Collins’s jewels, which she squeezed ever so gently. Mr. Collins gasped, more from pleasure than from pain. She reached for the spot between his organ and anus and pressed it lightly. Mr. Collins stiffened and yanked Ara’s hair. The motion hurt Ara’s scalp, but it raised her arousal levels more than it caused pain. She pressed the tender area again, and Mr. Collins jerked around.
She decided to focus on Mr. Collins’s cock. She opened her mouth even wider to accommodate all of him. She wanted to take him all in. Mr. Collins shoved his cock deeper into Ara’s mouth until it was practically in her throat. With the cock right where she wanted it to be, Ara resumed her sucking and humming motions. She moved her head in tune with her sucking and humming and felt Mr. Collins grow stiffer and even larger inside her.
Ara didn’t know how long she could last with Mr. Collins’s giant rod hammering inside her mouth. She could deep throat, yes, but could only do so for a few minutes. She was thinking of having him eat her up instead when suddenly, she felt Mr. Collins’s dick grow rigid in her mouth. She looked up and saw Mr. Collins was shaking uncontrollably. He was moaning and giving out soft cries, his hands still wound around Ara’s hair.
“I’m going to explode, damn,” Mr. Collins hissed. He gritted his teeth and increased the speed of his thrusting in and out Ara’s mouth. Ara matched the speed of Mr. Collins’s thrusting by moving her head even faster. This resulted into a frenzied motion from both Ara and Mr. Collins. He grabbed more of her hair and tugged harder. She reached behind him, grabbed his buttocks, and squeezed as much flesh as she can.
Mr. Collins roared. Ara quickly took his cock out of her mouth and positioned it between her breasts instead. She was just in time. A split second after his cock was released from her mouth, it began to release loads of pent-up erotic juices from Mr. Collins’s body. He shuddered and gasped, his eyes shut tight. He ejected more and more liquid from his huge cock, which Ara kept firmly in place between her breasts. Her chest was soaked and dripping with Mr. Collins’s come. She looked up at Mr. Collins. He was still shuddering, and his organ was still spurting his semen.
Finally, Mr. Collins’s shakes receded and came to a stop. He made as if to collapse on the couch, but Ara pulled him into a kneeling position in front of her.
“Clean me up, you bastard,” she ordered. Her hands gripped the sides of his face. “Lick me clean. Do it.” She pulled his head to her chest. A second later, she felt Mr. Collins’s tongue run all over her breasts and chest.
Ara moaned repeatedly. Oh, the sweet pleasure! She had almost forgotten how a man’s tongue felt, how sharp and brazen it was. She arched her back, practically shoving her tits into Mr. Collins’s mouth. He lapped them up hungrily, licking Ara’s skin from his own come, pausing to suck on a nipple here and there.
Ara was almost insane with ecstasy. She grabbed Mr. Collins’s hand and placed it between her legs. He didn’t have to be told. Almost instantly, he slid in three of his squirming fingers inside Ara’s pussy. Ara cried out loud and bucked her hips. He ignored her cries and continued to lick her breasts and plunge his fingers inside her pussy. His fingers were crude, and they dug at her private walls harshly. But Ara didn’t mind. In fact, she spread her legs even wider and raised her hips to meet Mr. Collins’s hungry hands.
“You are so delicious,” Mr. Collins murmured in between licks.
Ara opened her mouth to answer, but a sudden violent shaking took over her body. This is it, she thought, her eyes rolling up. This is it, I’m coming.
And come she did with three of her employer’s fingers still crammed up inside her. Ara screamed, letting her orgasm rip through and wash over her. She came again and again into Mr. Collins’s hand. She felt the walls of her pussy contract as if endlessly. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she collapsed, spent.
Ara collapsed on the floor after her third orgasm. Then Mr. Collins’s hand was in her mouth. He was commanding her to clean his hand using her tongue, to eat her very own come. Ara was exhausted, but she obeyed. She licked and sucked on Mr. Collins’s hand, cleaning it from her own body fluids.
Mr. Collins collapsed beside her, his hand still in Ara’s mouth. When she opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Collins looking at her, a playful smile curving his lips outward. He is so good looking, she thought. Of course she would never tell Lauren that.
Mr. Collins spoke up first. “Come back tomorrow. Sean’s away for three days.”
Ara nodded. She knew what was going to happen on the next two days, and she was fine with it.
“You can bring your girlfriend over, if you want,” Mr. Collins said, toying with one of Ara’s breasts. “We could have some good fun.”
Ara smiled. “Sounds good. I’m sure she’ll like it.”