The pizza was good. And just as well. The air was still a little heavy between Emma and I so the conversation was slow to get going. Becky was doing her best to keep things light and moving along and soon the atmosphere had thawed a little.

It was almost 8pm by the time we had finished the pizza. We all sat there with full belly’s and chatted about a range of completely unimportant things like pizza box design, best pizza topping (Pepperoni FYI – although Emma put forward Anchovies…..wtf?), people you’d most like to have dinner with (mine was Robin Williams, Dave Grohl and Bill Hicks – Emma went for Amy Poehler, Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Lawrence – Becky chose Jesus, Satan and Gautama Buddha) and general rubbish like that.

I could feel myself flagging a bit. I was looking forward to getting Becky in bed. I could do with a really good session to clear away the remaining mist from this morning.

I got up and picked up the pizza boxes. I folded them up and put them in the recycling like a good model citizen. As I turned around Becky came into the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge. She opened the door and pulled out a bottle of Prosecco.

“Emma and I are going to have a drink.”

The thought of alcohol made my stomach churn, “Not for me thanks.”

“Hmmmm, I don’t recall actually offering one to you.” She smiled a cheeky smile and walked back to the lounge with 2 glasses. I watched as she opened the bottle and laughed when the cork popped and the girls screamed in delight.

I continued to clean the kitchen while the girls chatted away with each other. Gasps, screams, laughter and whispers suggested that they were getting on like a house on fire. After 20 odd minutes of cleaning and tidying up I made my way back into the lounge area.

The first thing I noticed was that the bottle of Prosecco was almost empty. They were caning it. Both the girls had the rosy complexion that people tend to get when starting to feel the effects of alcohol.

Becky stood up, “Miiiiiicky, I want to be honest with you. Emma and I have decided that we’re going out and that you are going to let us.”

I didn’t want to be a killjoy but I could feel the strains of the day tugging at my eyelids, “Guys I don’t know if I’m up for it.”

This sent the girls into a witches coven of cackling.

“This is our night Micky. You wouldn’t be able to keep up.” Emma chimed in.

I was trying to look hurt but I was actually relieved that I was going to spend tonight in.

“Alright, you might as well enjoy your youth.”

The girls squealed again and ran down the hallway to get changed. I followed Becky down into my room to find her opening her bag that she had brought over.

“Lucky I pack for all eventualities.”

She pulled out a little black dress and lay it on the bed. She also took out some shoes, lacy panties, matching bra and a makeup bag.

“Right, you can go and get me another glass of wine, and make sure you bring one for Emma as well.”

I shuffled out of my room to perform my butler duties. I could see that my sexy night wasn’t going to happen quite the way I thought but it was really great to see Emma smiling and laughing. Maybe we would get through this.

I poured each of the girls a large glass of Prosecco from the second bottle in the fridge and the remaining amount left in the first bottle. I walked back along the hallway and tapped on Emma’s door.

“Refreshments!”

The door opened and a half made up Emma popped her head around. “Thanks Micky.”

“No probs sweetie.”

As she took the glass she grasped my hand, “No really Micky…..thanks.”

She took the glass and closed the door. I stood there with a smile on my face. Obviously I knew we had a long way to go but it was nice to know that a beginning had been made.

I walked down to my room and opened the door. I was greeted by Becky in her black dress standing in front of the mirror sorting her hair out. I could only see her from behind but liked what I saw. Her dress was very short. It had a high neck line with tiny sleeves. The bodice clung to her body and then flowed out into the skirt just past her hips. The length was barely mid-thigh and her smooth slightly tanned shaved legs look exquisite. I put her glass of wine on the bedside table and stepped up behind her.

Without any hesitation I unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them and my boxers. I put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

“Micky, I’m trying to get ready.” she giggled.

“You can still get ready.” I whispered.

I moved one of my hands up to her breast and massaged it. With the material of the dress and the protection of the bra in between my hand and her tit I could feel the bulk of her but no detail. My other hand moved down over her belly and then around her hip. I lifted up the loose material of her dress and pressed my hand against her hip and thigh my other hand doing the same on the other side. She continued to brush and tease her hair but with the occasional gasp escaping her mouth. I reached around with my hands and found the warmth of her crotch. She let me know it was OK to proceed by opening her stance a little and allowing me easy access.

I ground my fingers against the lacy material covering her pussy. I could feel the heat and the soft give. She leaned forward with her hands on the top of the dressing table, the brush falling to the floor. He head lolled backwards and then dropped forward as my fingers continued to rotate on her covered swollen labia.

She move her legs back together, “Take my pants off Micky. Fuck me.”

I complied immediately. I found the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. They fell to the floor and she lifted one of her legs so that she could open her stance again. I pushed her dress up and was greeted by her perfect arse cheeks. She leaned forward even more so that her chin was almost touching the top of the dressing table.

My raging erection was impatient and needed only a small amount of guiding to find her wet cunt. The head slipped along her slit a few times until it buried itself inside her. She let out a small moan as I gradually inserted myself into her. Her all encompassing warmth and tightness, which now felt so familiar, still caused me to groan with pleasure.

I started to pull back and then push back in to her. She removed one of her arms from the dresser and reached underneath herself to rub her clit. With her excitement increasing all the time so did her wetness. My cock was now pounding in and out of her. I was thrusting right up to the hilt and then pulling back out almost to the head and then repeating.

I could hear myself grunting a little with the effort. I didn’t want to be too loud as Emma didn’t need to hear this. Becky was obviously thinking the same as her strained words were half whispered.

“Oh yeah Micky…..that’s it,….ooooh Micky fuck me hard……harder…….really hard Micky…..”

The sexiness of her voice uttering those words to me gave me even more energy. I rammed home all 8 inches of my rock hard member into her tight wet hole. The dressing table starting to bang against the wall. I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted to fuck her as deeply as I could. My pace had quickened and now the dressing table was rocking and rolling. Becky was now powerless to keep her voice down. She let out a low growl.

“Oh that hurts so fucken good Micky……cum inside me…..cum deep inside me.”

My thrusting was just primal now. Animalistic. The sight of my beautiful Becky being slammed up against the dresser was too much. I unloaded my seed into her. With each ripple of release I made sure I was inside her as deep as possible. As my orgasm subsided I paused for breath.

Becky laughed a tired laugh, “Oh my god that was amazing. I think we were a bit loud.”

“Sorry about that. I saw you in the dress and….well….I was powerless. You look stunning.”

She stood up and turned to me. “I need to get cleaned up.” With that she lifted her dress and placed my semi erect cock on her crotch. She reached up and kissed me deeply on the mouth.

Becky broke away from the kiss and smiled, “I wanted to kiss you but didn’t want to get cum on my dress so I needed to park it somewhere.”

She picked up her panties from the floor and walked through to my small en suite and closed the door.

I sat on the bed and retrieved my boxers and trousers. I put them on and stood up. I walked over to the dresser and picked up some of the things that had fallen off. I cringed a little knowing that Emma would have heard some of our fucking. I stepped back to the bed and lay down on the soft covers.

Ten minutes later Becky emerged from the en suite looking as beautiful and fresh as usual.

She sat down on the bed, “Sorry about that, you really filled me up.”

“Apparently making love to a beautiful woman creates more cum…..probably not able to be scientifically proven….but I can see the logic.”

She laugh, “Making love?”

I blushed, “Well you know, fucking, or whatever.”

She leaned over and kissed me, “I like it when you say making love.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Becky!!