Monday afternoon arrived, and the house was quiet again. Their parents wouldn’t be back until Thursday, giving Ryan plenty of time to push his new toy even further.
Emma had been acting strangely all day, constantly checking her phone, pressing her thighs together when she thought no one was looking, and blushing for no reason. The constant low-level arousal from the previous day’s public edging had left her p***y perpetually wet and sensitive, but she still smiled sweetly and acted like her normal innocent self.
Ryan decided it was time to escalate.
“Hey Em,” he called from the living room, “you should invite your friends over. You’ve been talking about having a girls’ night forever. I’ll stay out of your way… mostly.”
Emma’s face lit up. “Really? That sounds perfect! I’ll text Sophie
