"You know, next time you decide to invite one of your teachers over for dinner, you could give me a little more of a heads up," Emily complained to Rosie as she checked the lasagne in the oven.
Rosie shrugged, crammed a handful of shredded cheese into her mouth. She was seated on the counter, watching Emily cook as if she'd sighted a rare and awe-inspiring bird in the wild.
"And," Emily added emphatically, "You could help..." She whipped her with the dish towel she was drying her hands on.
"I think you've got it under control," Rosie said, avoiding the towel with a little squeak. She hopped down from the counter to make a break for it...
Only to have Emily stop her with a scolding click of her tongue. "Ah ah," she said, "I need someone to make a salad."
Rosie groaned rather dramatically, seeing as she'd wanted to go to her room and agonize over her outfit, but she couldn't exactly say that to her mother, so she reluctantly began washing lettuce.
After spending the past several days debating ways she could move her crush from imaginary to reality, Rosie had come up with a plan. She would invite Alex over for dinner so she could see her outside of the school environment and, more importantly, outside of her school uniform. All in the hopes that she would see how mature she was, see her as something other than just a student.
"So..." Emily said, watching Rosie out of the corner of her eye, "Hoping to get a little extra credit?"
"What?" Rosie asked, sounding decidedly unamused.
Emily rolled her eyes at the teenage attitude. "Why else would you invite your teacher over for dinner?" she asked. She'd certainly never wanted to see any of her teachers outside of school hours...she'd barely wanted to see them during school hours.
Rosie rolled her eyes, deciding not to dignify that with a response.
Don't get her wrong, Emily was thrilled to be able to have Alex over for dinner. It would almost – almost – be like they were a little family, the way she'd always wanted. But she also knew they would have to watch what they said very closely to avoid giving away the truth. Which is why she wouldn't be serving wine...
"The salad is done, can I go now?" Rosie asked, interrupting her mother's thoughts. Without waiting for an answer, Rosie scampered upstairs to call Meg. She needed her best friend to talk her down from the ledge upon which she was currently freaking out.
"Bitch, why are you calling me?" Meg said by way of answering. "I thought you'd be too busy trying to seduce the milf..."
"I'm freaking out!" Rosie hissed. "I don't know what to wear and she'll be here in like twenty minutes! Help me!"
Meg laughed. "Okay, show me the top three contenders..."
"I'll get it, I'll get it!" Rosie hollered from the top of the stairs when the doorbell rang. She could barely contain her excitement... She and Meg had eventually agreed upon an emerald green bodycon bandage dress that showed off her curves in all the right places. She was pretty sure there was no way Alex wouldn't do a double take upon seeing her.
When she flung the door open, however, it was Rosie that ended up doing a double take... Alex wore a tight pencil skirt and a burgundy blouse unbuttoned enough that the barest hint of black lace could be seen peeking out. Rosie could almost feel her IQ bottoming out as she stared. It took her several long moments to pick her jaw up off the floor and string together a greeting. "Hi, Ms. Miller," she stammered.
"Please, call me Alex," she said, waving away the formal title. "Just for tonight," she added with a wink that nearly had her melting.
Before Rosie could say anything further, though, Emily appeared in the foyer. She caught Alex's gaze from across the room, offered her a smile, then let her eyes rake over her body with hunger. Alex responded by sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and, with her eyes alone, managed to communicate all the absolutely filthy things she wanted to do to her...
Rosie cleared her throat once, twice, to bring the attention back to her.
Once they'd finished dinner, Rosie was quick to suggest a game of Scrabble before Alex could even think of leaving. And, since she was in no hurry to have the night come to an end, Alex agreed.
While Rosie went in search of the game, Alex offered to help Emily clean up in the kitchen...which, of course, was code for stealing kisses like a pair of horny teenagers. Alex had her lips fastened to Emily's collarbone, teeth scraping the skin and eliciting little mewls from Emily's lips.
"Fuck, Alex..." she gasped as she ground down on her thigh in search of more friction than she was getting. "You're going to get us caught..." It was a protest, but it was a very weak one.
Alex laughed, the sound vibrating against the skin of Emily's throat. Rather than comment on that, she instead growled, "As soon as Rosie goes to bed, I'm going to fuck you right here on this kitchen counter..."
Emily moaned aloud at that, then immediately clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle further sounds. Once she'd regained some of her composure, she said, "I'm going to hold you to that. But if you don't stop what you're doing, we're going to get in a lot of trouble..."
She could hardly deny that, especially since the sound of Rosie's feet thumping down the stairs could be heard then. The two women quickly separated and, as Rosie rounded the corner, Alex noticed the lipstick staining Emily's skin. Without thinking, she reached over to smudge it away with her thumb.
"What's going on?" Rosie asked, brows raised, catching the tail end of the tender moment.
"Oh! Um...nothing," Emily was quick to lie – albeit weakly. Her cheeks were flushing a bright pink, betraying the intimacy of the gesture.
Alex was a little quicker on her feet, though. "Your mother had pasta sauce on her," she lied, "I was helping her wash it off."
Rosie stared at them for several more moments, disbelief written in her face. She didn't call them out on the lie, though. Instead, she held up the Scrabble box, rattling the letters inside. "Shall we play?"