Rosie came stomping through the front door, slamming it behind her, effectively (she hoped) curbing any questions Emily might've had before she could voice them.
No such luck, though...
"How did tutoring go?" Emily asked, in spite of the fact that she could've easily guessed the answer.
"Fine," Rosie responded sharply, though it clearly had not gone fine...
Emily raised a brow. "Are you sure? Because..."
Rosie audibly sighed, rolling her eyes. "I said it was fine!" And with that, she stomped up the stairs to her room, once again slamming the door.
Dropping her backpack to the floor, she flopped face down on the bed, quilt muffling her frustrated scream.
Then, as if right on cue, her phone chirped, signalling an incoming Facetime call from Meg. Digging her phone from her pocket, she answered with a sharp, "What!?" without bothering to lift her face from the bedspread.
"Umm...what's with the bad attitude?" Meg asked, "I thought you'd be on cloud nine after an afternoon with the milf..."
"She didn't show," Rosie muttered darkly.
A beat.
"You mean like..."
Rosie growled. "I mean she sent some stupid kid from last year's class because her car broke down or something."
Meg clicked her tongue in sympathy. "Aww, babe..."
"I got dressed up specifically for her – I looked so cute and for nothing," she griped.
"Okay, Drama Queen, this isn't the end of the world," Meg said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm sure she'll come next time and you can hit on her all you like."
It was Rosie's turn to roll her eyes. "You could be more sympathetic, you know," she said with a pout. "Some best friend you are."
"Just be glad I haven't told your mom what you're up to," Meg retorted.
"Bitch," she muttered, only half joking.
When Rosie sat down to dinner, she was in a distinctly sullen mood, having spend most of the afternoon stewing in her disappointment.
She didn't particularly want to sit down to dinner with her mother, but knew avoiding it would only invite more questions.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Emily asked when the silence between them had extended on so long it seemed to stretch forever.
"Talk about what?" Rosie replied.
Emily struggled to resist rolling her eyes. "Whatever it is that's got your panties in a bunch, making you all moody and teenager-y."
With a scoff, Rosie replied, "Pretty sure that's not a word."
Losing the battle with her eye roll, Emily said, "When did you get so mouthy?"
Rosie chose to ignore that, staring sullenly at her plate as she pushed her food around with her fork.
"Did something happen at tutoring?" Emily pressed.
Again, Rosie ignored her.
Emily sighed. "I can't help if you won't talk to me..."
"Then don't."
She raised a brow. "Excuse me?"
"Just leave it the fuck alone!" Rosie snapped, slamming her palms down on the table.
"Rosie..." Emily warned.
But the teenager had already stood from the table and stormed off.
With a weary sigh, Emily cleared their dishes, silently wondering what she'd done to deserve such a moody kid. (She knew...this was her punishment for her own teenage years.)
Shutting herself in her office, she dialed Alex's number. When she answered, a smile immediately crossed Emily's lips. "When does the bitchy teenage phase end?" she lamented.
"Never," Alex said with a laugh. "They just move out so you don't have to constantly deal with it."
Emily hummed a note that might've been amusement. "So, one day I'll miss the drama?" she joked.
"Maybe," Alex replied, "Or maybe your drama tolerance just gets stronger."
Emily barked out a laugh. "I need a high 'drama tolerance' with Rosie lately," she muttered. "It seems like everything I do lately pisses her off." She shook her head, sighed. "She pretty much told me to fuck off tonight."
A beat.
"Maybe I could cheer you up?" Alex suggested, smirk audible in her voice.
With a smirk of her own, Emily asked, "What did you have in mind?"
Instead of answering directly, Alex asked, "What are you wearing?"
Quirking a brow, Emily said, "That little sundress I wore that time..."
Alex cut her off, with a demand of, "I want you to take off your panties."
Emily gave a breathy little laugh. "Bossy..." she teased, but proceeded to do as told, shimmying out of her underwear and settling on her chair, legs spread.
"Touch yourself, Emily," Alex commanded. "I want you to stick two fingers in, but don't you dare touch your clit." She listened for the hitch of breath that signified Emily's fingers slipping into her surely dripping pussy. She desperately wanted to be there, to taste her, but would have to make do with listening in.
Emily dipped her fingers in the wetness that had pooled between her legs, scissoring her fingers as she entered herself. A low satisfied noise escaped her lips at the intrusion.
"That's it," Alex spurred her on. "Fuck yourself, just like that."
Emily sped up the pace of her thrusting hand, bucking her hips against her fingers as she fucked herself. She was desperate to touch her clit, but managing somehow to resist the temptation. "Alex, please," she begged as her desperation increased, struggling to ignore her throbbing clit, eager to cum.
Alex chuckled low in her throat, the sound turning into a moan that let Emily know she was touching her own clit.
Biting down on her lip almost hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to stifle a whimper, Emily clamped her trembling thighs together in an attempt to get more friction.
At last, Alex took pity on her, commanding, "Touch your clit, Emily. Hard and fast, like I would."
Emily let out a shuddering breath as she finally put the much needed pressure on her clit, keening as she did so. Her entire body was trembling and she could barely hear the delicious sounds Emily was making on the other end of the call. She rubbed her clit faster and faster in an attempt to reach her peak at the same time as Alex.
"Are you almost there?" Alex asked. "I want you to cum with me..."
Before Emily could climax, though, there was a knock on the door. She huffed, struggled to stay focused on Alex's voice. Then, just as she managed to find her rhythm again, the doorbell rang.
Followed shortly by Rosie hollering down the stairs, "Mom, answer the door!"