Footsteps on the stairs broke our make-out session, and I calmly stepped back so that my exposed lower-half was concealed by the kitchen counter before I pulled my shorts up. I stuffed my dick in my shorts as best I could, but anyone looking would easily see the flagpole standing at full mast. Erica looked flushed, glassy eyed and was still breathing heavily when Emily rounded the corner.

"Hey guys" she said with a smile.

"Hey Em," I smiled back. "What are you up to?"

"Bout to go practice," she said. "Wanna come?"

"Maybe in a bit. I need to go get changed, then I'll come in."

"Awesome," Emily smiled,...