“Show’s over,” he said, and the guys backed away, laughing, cheering, high-fiving each other.
Emilia gasped for air, clutching at him for balance. Jaxton cleaned her up with a fistful of toilet paper, and threw it in the can. When she had her dress back on and adjusted — though absolutely ruined by the come — she spoke one word hoarsely.
“Time?”
“Twenty minutes to spare.”
She grinned blearily, and Jaxton looped an arm under her shoulder to help her walk out.
* * *
As much fun as the games were with Mrs. Candless, when she asked for a few days to recover from Jaxton’s hard and repeated throat-fucking, the boys recognized this was a necessity. They might have enjoyed their swift defiling of their friend’s mom, but they weren’t out to actually physically hurt her, and given the hoarseness of her voice when she called, she was a hundred percent genuine.
While he patiently waited, Simon got Emilia’s measurements from her and did some shopping. Much like Milo, there were two older women in his life who kept him well supplied with a pair of prepaid debit cards. They could afford it. One was a divorcee whose ex-husband owned a successful bagel chain, the other was married to a bank executive who could only get it up with the help of a happy little blue helper. He knew about the affair and grudgingly gave his wife the go-ahead, so long as it was kept quiet and there were no pictures. Simon happily obeyed the first rule and wildly disregarded the second, but then again, she was a French-Canadian stunner and he wasn’t going to let that shit slip by without lots of video and pictures.
He hit up a few popular lingerie chains and some smaller boutiques, buying up not just underwear but some sexy outfits too. He planned on fucking Mrs. Candless all summer long, so he wanted to make sure she was armed with plenty of assistance to make her already hot-mom body pop even more. His last stop the day before he would go over to her house and change her world forever was a sex shop. Here, he bought just a handful of items, already grinning about how he’d use them.
In the morning, after helping his father in the garage for a while, Simon took off and picked up Rosie Brook. The bubbly cheerleader coach was dressed exactly as he told her, and he damn near fucked her at her front door. The too-short sequined cheerleader skirt definitely wasn’t one of her students’, but was something she’d bought explicitly for this at his command. The short-sleeved top matched the skirt with sequined shoulders, but he barely noticed those. It was the plunging neckline and the way the cloth barely clung to her tits that sold it. A flick at that fabric and the top was going to go flying over her nipples.
“Perfect,” Simon said, and flipped up the skirt to smack her ass, hard.
“Thank you,” Ms. Brook said, blushing. “Is she set?”
“She will be,” Simon said, chuckling.
They showed up at Mrs. Candless’s shortly after one. A car slow rolled by as Rosie bent over to dig out Simon’s purchases that week from the backseat. She definitely had that effect on men.