Both Adrian and Emily woke up after the third ring. Adrian rolled over and groaned, "Nat, it's too early."
Emily chuckled sleepily and her voice rasped out, "Honey, it can't be Nat, she stayed over last night, remember?"
Adrian suddenly remembered and his cheeks went flush. He remembered, very vividly, deflowering his daughter's best friend while his wife was upstairs, in fact. He rolled away from Emily as the phone continued to ring. "Anyway, it's yours. Answer it."
Emily grabbed it off the nightstand. "Oh, it's Isla!"
Adrian turned slightly with some interest. Isla was a friend of theirs, though she was primarily close to Emily, as they had met at her work. Isla was an intern in the programming department. Emily was a designer there, and they often collaborated on projects. Their professional relationship blossomed into a personal friendship, and Adrian took a closer interest when Emily coaxed Isla into their bed for the first time.
Emily tapped the answer button. "Islaaa!" she exclaimed.
"Sup, bitch? It's Sunday morning. Why aren't you at church?"
Emily chuckled. "I haven't committed any sins recently, why aren't you?"
Isla scoffed, "C'mon." She changed the subject. "You sound like you just woke up. It's nearly 11:00!"
"It's not that late," Emily retorted.
"Whatever. I ran to the gym, worked out, ran home, showered, made coffee and breakfast—and caught up on the local news already!"
Adrian groaned and rolled back over, losing interest in the conversation. Emily slid out of bed to give him peace. "We had an… eventful day yesterday, so I guess we're taking it easy. How've you been?"
Isla continued to talk, filling Emily in on what she had gotten up to the previous day. Emily put on her robe and headed down the hall to check on the girls. She cracked the door slightly and saw that they were still sound asleep, snuggled up to one another and sharing a pillow on one side of the bed. Satisfied, she left them and closed the door, heading for the stairs, giving her friend an occasional "uh huh" in acknowledgement.
"Oh!" Isla exclaimed. "The reason I was calling you…"
"What's up?"
"I saw on the internet today that some stores at the mall are showing off the new summer collection that just landed. Wanna go?"
"Really? That might be fun."
"I thought so. It starts at 2:00, but that's probably just the official start time. I was thinking about doing a quick pregame at the bar beforehand."
"Sounds like fun." Emily also thought it sounded like something the girls might be interested in.
"You can bring Adrian along, too, if you want."
"Eh, Adrian's only interested in the results of fashion, not the process."
"Alright, girl time, then!"
"Let me grab my calendar; I think I have something planned for today." Emily wandered into the family room. Before she could hunt for her purse, she noticed a crumpled lump of clothing on the carpet. She bent down to pick it up and draped it over her hand. The front said "Bye hater". It was the shirt that Nat had worn last night. Emily wondered how it had landed there when Nat was upstairs sleeping. It dawned on her that it must have been taken off sometime between the time she and Elle left the room and when Adrian tucked Nat into bed. She was so tired from her orgasm that she never noticed the young girl was naked under the covers when he had done so.
"Men," she sighed into the phone, "It's like they want to get caught."
"Ooh, what did you find?" Isla gossiped. "Did Adrian leave his porn out somewhere?"
"No," Emily replied, "just something he came in."
Isla guffawed. "No way! Gross! You'll have to rub it in his face."
"I'm sure I will."
"Wait, was that a double entendre? Are you actually going to rub it in his face? Just because I can't see the smirk on your face doesn't mean I can't hear it. You two are so kinky, sometimes I wonder where you'll ever draw the line."
"Shitting," Emily said without hesitation.
Isla shrieked and laughed at her friend's decisiveness. "So gross! Okay, no more poop talk. What does your calendar look like today?"
Emily put the shirt down, found her purse, and flipped through her planner. "No good. We're supposed to go to another friend's birthday party, and I haven't even gotten him a present yet."
"Damn it!"
"Sorry, hun. You can come along with us if you want."
"No way. Who hosts an afternoon birthday party? Is he twelve?"
"Hah, for real," Emily chuckled, "but it's not my choice. Sorry!"
"Eh, I guess I'll check out the new line by myself then."
"Oh, actually Elle and Nat might be there! They love this kind of stuff. I'll let them know. Be sure to say 'hi' if you see them."
"Sure! I'll try not to cramp their styles."
The two ladies said their goodbyes and Emily went to return her planner to her purse. But she noticed something amiss inside. She reached in and pulled out the lace panties that Elle had last worn to school on Friday, which she had confiscated at the hospital when she learned that Elle should no longer wear underwear. She held them to her nose and took in her daughter's scent and it triggered an acute flashback to the previous night when they had made love together. She felt a primal longing to be close to her daughter again.
In her other hand, she took the shirt that Nat had worn last night, which also smelled of feminine musk. The scent was much more subtle than the panties Elle had saturated in class on Friday, but it was nevertheless distinct. She wondered just how experienced Nat was at this point, and how far the girl had been willing to go with her husband last night. Emily was unconcerned that Adrian might have fucked their daughter's friend, but was uncharacteristically a little bit jealous, particularly because they had done it in secret. Nevertheless, the thought gave her a tautness in her chest, and a playful idea began to form.
———
Upstairs, Nat woke up panting. She yawned, and her eyes creaked open, catching the sunlight streaming through the open window. The sunlight, along with the midday heat, had warmed the room significantly. She felt like she was broiling inside an oven. Behind her, she could feel Elle spooning her sweaty body, which only added to the warmth. She flipped the covers down, causing her friend to stir.
Elle groaned. "So warm." She opened her eyes and squinted into the bright sunlight.
Nat jabbed an elbow into Elle. "Move over. You're hot as a nuclear reactor, and you're taking up the whole bed."
Elle rolled onto the other side of the mattress, facing away from Nat. She was thankful that the day's heat and fresh air streaming in from the window had dried the sweat from the night before. Her pillow still felt a bit soggy, though, so she pushed it onto the floor.
Nat sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Ugh, Sunday. I don't wanna go to school tomorrow."
"No kidding. I never want to show my face there ever again." Elle thought back to Friday when her whole ordeal had started. Though she admitted to herself that she had some fun over the last day, she still felt embarrassed about losing control in front of her classmates and the families at the pool. "You think we can just take Monday off and sleep through the whole day?"
Nat got up out of bed and crossed the room to close the window. "Yeah, let's have another sleepover tonight! That was so much fun!"
Elle rolled back over to face her friend. "What was up with that movie? It was—" She stopped and watched, puzzled, as her naked friend shoved the open window down with a clunk.
Nat, ignorant, finished Elle's thought. "Yeah, it was so weird. I can't believe it was rated PG! There were boobs and sex in it!"
"Nat," Elle inquired suspiciously, "what did you do with my shirt you were wearing?"
"Your shirt? What do you mean?" Nar looked down and suddenly remembered Adrian had put herself to bed at night after fooling around with her, and she must have forgotten to put her shirt back on. She searched for an excuse, because she didn't figure her friend would appreciate her having fucked her dad, so she concocted a lie, "I… must have taken it off in the night. I was so fucking hot under that sheet."
"Really?" Elle challenged her. "Then, where is it now?"
"I— I don't know. Must be under the bed, or caught somewhere in the sheets."
Elle lifted the sheets and peered underneath. "I don't see it under here, anywhere." She sat up and kicked the top sheet off altogether and put her hands on her hips. "It doesn't look like it's caught in the sheets at all. How about that?"
Nat's shame suddenly turned into a giggle, "And where are your clothes, young lady? You're over there giving me a hard time when it appears you've not got a stitch on, yourself!"
Elle squeaked, suddenly realizing that her friend was right, and tossed herself onto the floor, hiding her body behind the mattress. She peered over the edge and her cheeks flushed bright red. She wondered what Nat would think of her making love with her own mother last night. She didn't imagine she would ever hear the end of it and she scrambled for an answer. "I guess I must have… gotten too hot, too."
Nat didn't buy it, of course, but didn't press the issue further. What she assumed was that Elle had fallen asleep after one final masturbation session.
With neither party caring to probe further, Nat had no concerns that the two of them were naked; this was not uncommon between them. She jumped onto the bed without bothering to cover herself and splayed out in the center, heaving a big sigh. "Well, tomorrow may be a school day, but we still have today. I think it's gonna be fun."
"Why's that?"
Nat leaned up on her elbows. "Because we get to model for Libertine, remember?"
"Oh yeah!" Elle stared off in wonder, "I had forgotten with all that was going on yesterday."
"Six months of makeup for one afternoon of work. How'd we get so lucky?"
"Remember that crazy lady? I hope she isn't there," Elle ruminated.
"Yeah, she was weird. Do you think that guy was gay? Do straight men would work in beauty products?"
"I don't know if he was or not."
At that moment, Nat's phone started buzzing and she swiped it up gleefully. "Speaking of boys, this might be those boys we met at the mall yesterday!" She answered it with a mature, sultry tone in her voice. "Hello?"
Elle listened intently, but could only make out Nat's side of the conversation. "Yes, this is Zoey… Yes, I remember you, Marcus. How are you?… Oh. Well, we're kind of busy this afternoon…" Nat turned and winked at Elle. "Modeling." Elle snorted. Nat tried not to crack up and sat there grimacing. She waved her hand, shooing Elle silently. "Well, Marcus, if you and Rafael wanted to come check us out, we'll be at the mall summer fashion show this afternoon. We'll be wearing Libertine and, hmm, who knows what else." Nat winked at Elle again, who felt a sudden coursing in her chest.
After ending the conversation, Nat tossed her phone onto the nightstand and said, "Sounds like the brothers are gonna try to make it, if their parents will let them."
Elle felt a thrill that the boys were so interested in them, but was unsure about what that could mean for her. She thought back to her time at the pool and was worried that she might make another scene in public. She reached up to her nightstand and grabbed the medicine bottle off of it. Inside, it was nearly empty, most of it having spilled all over her mom the previous night. She wondered how she would get through the day without it. She turned to her friend, "I guess I should go… take care of myself and clean up."
"Shit, I was just going to say that! Don't take all the hot water."
Elle tipped the bottle back to suck out the remaining ounce of medicine and replaced it on the nightstand, then headed off for the shower. Nat grabbed her phone and started playing a game.
———
In his bed, Adrian, too, was on his phone. He was catching up on the latest Twitter and trying not to dwell too much on his illicit escapade with Nat the night before. He usually communicated with his wife about potential hook-ups before they happened and she was rarely disapproving. Still, he felt uncomfortable having done it without her consent, and furthermore, he was sure she wouldn't have approved of him fucking around with one of their daughter's friends. He wondered if that's why he had kept it a secret in the first place.
He heard padding in the hallway and looked up to see Elle pass by to the shower. She was completely nude, which caused him to marvel at the way his daughter was changing. Two days ago she was embarrassed to be seen undressed by her dad, and today she was wandering around stark naked with impunity. He called out to her, "Elle, honey!"
Elle popped her head back around the door jamb. "I'm going to take a shower."
Adrian patted the bed next to him. "Come here. Sit down. Let's have a chat."
Elle hesitated, then sighed and sauntered in. She crossed her hands in front of her sex as she approached, but then used them to heft herself onto the bed next to him, and then, leaning back, propped herself up on them.
Adrian gazed at his girl and smiled warmly. In that moment, he loved her as a father, but he was also aware that this was as physically close as he had ever been to her while she remained in all her glory since she was a very young child. "How are you doing, Elle?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Uhh, fine, I guess."
"And how about Nat?" Adrian swallowed quietly, unsure how much the girls gossiped, and whether or not Nat would have mentioned anything about last night to Elle.
She picked up on a note of caution as he asked, but gave it no further thought. "She's good, too."
Adrian exhaled with a chuckle, "Good, good. Look, I know the two of you have had quite the weekend, and I know that you don't feel one hundred percent in control at all times, but I hope you feel like your mother and I are supporting you as best we can."
"I guess so," Elle said bashfully, staring at her feet dangling off the bed.
"Hey, come here." Adrian sat up a bit and pulled his daughter into him. He began to massage her shoulders and she leaned back against his bare chest and sighed. "Is there anything you want or need me to do?" He glanced down and, from his angle, he could see his daughter's slit without her noticing. A clear bead of liquid seeped from between her labia. He felt his heart skip a beat and found that his body was redirecting energy down to his growing erection.
"I ran out of cum— out of medicine last night," Elle corrected herself.
"Already?" Adrian asked. "They sure didn't give us much to get started."
"Mom spilled it all."
"Oh, I see. That's too bad. Well, I'll go to the pharmacy after I leave work tomorrow."
"Tomorrow evening? But dad," Elle whined, craning her neck up at him, "How will I get through school if I don't have enough medicine?"