As she trailed behind him, Simon knocked on Mrs. Candless’s front door and let himself in. The hottest neighborhood mom of them all strode out from the kitchen, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.
“Hey Sim…” Her voice trailed off as she gaped at Ms. Brook.
Simon grinned. “Rosie. Brook, Emilia Candless. And vice versa.”
“Wha… what?” Emilia sputtered.
“Ms. Brook is the local cheerleading coach,” Simon said. “And she’s going to teach you how to eat pussy.”
* * *
Emilia took in the bags the beautiful blonde brought in. Ms. Brook gave her a wide smile. “It’s Rosie. The boys have an annoying tendency to still want to call me Ms. Brook.”
“You’re…” Emilia started, then paused, giving the gorgeous woman a once over.
“Sleeping with them? Yes.”
Simon settled on the edge of the armchair. “I bought you a bunch of clothes. Lingerie, some shorts, tops, skirts, that sort of thing. From now on out, when you know one of us is stopping over, you’re going to wear something sexy.”
“But Jim-“
“Yeah,” Simon said, irritated. “How is Jim? Hm? Loving hearing about his wife fooling around with three college guys? Wear the goddamn clothes, Emilia.”
Rosie rolled her eyes. “He’s vulgar and likes to put on an act, but it’s worth it. I’ve never slept with anybody like those three. Let’s get you dressed.”
“Strip here,” Simon said. “Leave the apron on. Milo mentioned you naked in it was a fantasy of his. I want to get some pictures for him.”
Rosie untied the apron for Emilia so she could shimmy out of her clothes. The way the blonde coach studied her with such sheer enthusiasm was a breath of fresh air after the animalistic nature of the boys. She was genuinely gentle.
“You’ve got such a terrific ass,” Rosie said. “Wow. Like… wow.”
“Thank you,” Emilia murmured, tossing her hair back as Rosie tied the apron again. “You’re, um, very beautiful too.”
“What do you do for work?”
“Part-time florist,” Emilia said as Rosie studied her head to foot.
“Oh wait! Are you on Kensington?”
“Yes,” Emilia said, blinking.
“I thought you looked familiar! I came in-“
“Jesus, this isn’t the gossip hour,” Simon snapped. He grabbed his phone and downed half the iced tea. “She’s missing something.”
“Shoes,” Rosie said. To Emilia, “Do you have some nice high heels?”
“In my closet. I’ll be right back.”
“A necklace too. Earrings. Something.” Rosie watched her go, then bounced on her feet. “Bathroom?”
Simon pointed at a door, and Rosie darted for it. She came back a minute later with some lotion. Simon raised an eyebrow, but she just grinned and shook her head. When Emilia came back with a pair of cherry red high heels and wearing more jewelry, Rosie nodded approvingly and dropped behind her. Emilia drew in a breath when the blonde kissed one of her cheeks.
“Had to,” Rosie said. “You’re going to love it today, hon. I promise.”
“I’ve never been with a woman.”
“I know. But you want to, right? The guys talk a lot of crap, but at the end of the day, if you say no, they won’t push. They tried to get me to bring my sister over so we could all have some fun. Ugh.”