Take off your clothes," Stacy told me. "We've got time for a quickie." A quickie?" I blinked at her."A quick fuck?" she giggled. "I like a piece of as... after school, so get used to it." Oh," I nodded, as if that made all the sense in the world, but I'd been sore and squishy all afternoon and all I wanted was a shower.That wasn't going to happen though, at least not right away. We had a good hour and half before my dad showed up and Stacy had already started taking off her clothes. She pulled. So, with these thoughts running thru my head, I steppedinto the shower and hurried to get finished so that Icould come up with some plausible excuse to call Alexiaand act as though I had not seen her and hoped that shewould do that too and also ignore the earlier incident.I opened the shower door and reached for the towel I hadleft on the hook. As I was drying my head and face Ialmost had heart failure as I heard a soft but edgyvoice ask, “Does that…I mean did that hurt?”I. “That’s nice of him.” Emily felt a tingling at her lower back.“He’s a smart kid, but I think there’s some things he’s not prepared for.”Emily wasn’t sure what he meant by that. But she didn’t ask.“He told me about the two of you.” He said it softly enough that no one else heard. Emily felt hot. “I think we should talk.”Emily cleared her throat. She wanted to talk with him to. Somewhere private, somewhere with enough light so she could look at his body. “Don’t you think his mom would want to. Not just with me, either. She flirted with just about everyone, but she was noteworthy for playful pranks that often made me wonder about her intentions. Since she started working there some three years ago, the dirty blonde single mom had more than once shown her sauciness, her intelligence (including some common sense), and a few hobbies that we shared. She had been Bruce’s girlfriend for most of that time, though, plus I was her rather married boss (even if not monogamous for a while now),.