Hockey Girls Chronicles Ch. 05e

I lay down on the bed, allowing my penis to deflate slowly after the intense orgasm I had just experienced. While I was contented to bid my time and rest, Jarelle was more preoccupied, rushing into the toilet to freshen up. I had attributed it to two main reasons, firstly her keen interest in going to the after-party, and the second brought a sly smirk to my face, as she wanted to wash out the taste of my seed in her mouth. I could hear her gurgling multiple times then.

There was a lot of shuttling back and forth between the wardrobe and washroom as Jarelle did a touch up of her make up before grabbing a fresh set of lingerie, as well as her after-party gown. She scooted urgently back into the washroom as she saw me sit upright, trying to get a peep at what she was wearing but to no avail, locking the door after herself.

"Spoilsport." I jabbed playfully.

"Perv." Jarelle unlocked the door, stuck her head out and bantered back, before hiding back into the safe confines of the washroom.

I waited for a while longer, before the toilet door had then unlocked, and Jarelle stepped up in a silvery short dress that just covered her fine ass. Although there was little cleavage on show, the dress was relatively figure-hugging, and it did show that her chest was prominent and she had all the curves to pull off the dress. I walked towards her and my intentions were as clear as day, as she took a step back as I leaned in.

"If you kiss me, you'll start something that I can't stop." Jarelle responded.

"I want you baby." I admitted.

She patted the outline of my clear erection before saying "Later. I'm all yours."

We went down to the main ballroom and it was clear that the main event was far from over, with performances still ongoing on the stage. However, chaos had already taken over, with almost none of the tables being occupied, with people streaming onto the dance floor or out into the reception area. There were a few couples making out in corners, and as Jarelle and I spotted them, we pointed them out to each other, laughing or making a joke out of the entire situation. The bulk of the crowd had broken up into their own pocket of friends, indulging in photos, chatting or bantering, some clearly making plans for the impending end of the main prom dinner and there were even a few groups having a drink or two. Andy was never hard to find, as he was in the middle of the noisiest and rowdiest party, who were cheering on a kiss between Sheryl and Charles, who were making out without a hoot for the world. Sheryl was obviously domineering over her partner, straddling him and it had seemed that her tongue was so far down his throat and he was lustfully entranced, pulling her butt towards his crotch urgently. Jarelle quickly spotted Emy, who was in the midst of the other hockey girls, and they had called for Jarelle's attention as they wanted a group photo together.

I offered to take a photo for them. While Jarelle remained absorbed in conversation, Emy had drifted over to examine my works, nodding in approval at the photos I've taken before she turned back to me, picking up on the thread of joining my company we had left unfinished.

"So is there a referral program I can tap into? I think I'll opt for the marketing position." Emy inquisitively kickstarted the conversation.

"Oh yes sure. If you pass me your resume, I could pass it to my manager, or the hiring manager." I offered.

"I don't have anything at the moment, but I guess I can come up with something over the weekend." She replied, her excitement obvious. 

"By the way Emy, you know that the deployment is within the month right?" I clarified, not wanting Emy to sign up for something she wasn't prepared for.

"Like overseas deployment?" Emy questioned.

"Yes, to Singapore, which is probably happening at the end of the month and decisions would be made in the next or following week." I provided more details.

"That sounds like a lot of exposure." Emy commented blankly.

"Yeah, that is the point!" I animatedly agreed. "It's like a fast track to a management program. I am hoping they send me for studies or give me an offer for a job!"

"Wow, Ralphie you really have it all planned out." Emy praised.

I must have blushed a little, as I could feel my ears burning up.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about!" Emy laughed at me.

I guess Emy had an effect on me still, and getting praised by her or the way she did it kinda felt like she was swooning over me, at least from my dreamy perspective. It was nice, to talk without all the sexual tension and I very much treasured our friendship.

"Do you think they will be okay?" Emy earnestly asked looking at our respective partners. Jarelle was still chatting with the other hockey girls and Andy, who was pretending to grind onto Charles before giving what I assumed to be a mock-jizz face as he shuddered and thrusted onto Charles.

"Well, I mean it was not like we had been meeting everyday." I pointed out as a matter of fact.

"I guess, for Andy and I, it was always going to be a LDR of sorts." She sighed.

"It's ok, you guys can treasure tonight." I teased.

"Well, he isn't as opportune as you. Twice already huh?" Emy countered.

Jarelle had ended the conversation with her friends, and walked towards the Andy's main group. Andy was visibly excited at Jarelle's sight, and we couldn't hear what he said to her, but it did evoke a wry smile on Jarelle's end. They must have noticed our absence, as Andy and Jarelle were clearing looking around for us. When they spotted us, the two of them dramatically flailed their arms, signalling for us to head over.

Emy and I smiled to each other gently, and acceded to their request, walking to join the main group.

It sure was rowdy as hell and I stood out like a sore thumb as it wasn't my usual crowd. It was kinda fun to be honest, just not my type of fun. Sean had whipped out two bottles of cheap whiskey, and the group had indulged in a game of truth or dare, but it had soon escalated into just pure drinking. Andy had lost a few rounds in quick successions and had to down 10 shots in a row. Jarelle and Emy both seemed to be slightly buzzed, having indulged in a drink or two of their own accords. I was left to be the responsible chaperone as I wasn't particularly close with any of the group other than Andy, Emy and Jarelle, and none of them sought me out to drink.

Chloe and Sean were instigated to make out during the game, and being the exhibitionists they were, they went at it wholeheartedly. A simple neck kiss had almost turned out into a full fledged make out session. As Sean made it a point to slowly drag his tongue down her neck, it must have turned Chloe on so much that she had reciprocated by subtly caressing him over his slacks. More than a few of us had caught on and were openly watching the couple make out. Chloe's revealing green dress was never the most modest piece, revealing half of her B-cup boobs and as Sean started to molest and grope his girlfriend's boobs, there were more than a few nip slips despite Chloe's feeble attempts at pulling her dress up.

Unfortunately for me, Jarelle seemed to have overestimated her tolerance for alcohol. She was slumped with her head resting on her arms by the table, while Emy and Andy were in an embrace, with the former crumbling over the bulky Andy's weight nearby.

"Come, let's head back to fuck baby." Andy slurred out in his drunken stupor.

Emy uncomfortably scanned left and right, and luckily, most of the attention seemed to be on Chloe and Sean, and none of his friends seemed to have caught on to his professions. His crude outburst had put Emy in a spot, but she had demonstrated high situational awareness, snapping out of her shock to provide whatever support she could to the stumbling Andy. We had made eye contact, and it was clear that Emy had noticed that I had picked up the situation.

"Let's bring them both up?" I quickly asked, defusing any potential awkwardness, lending a shoulder to help Emy out, while grabbing Jarelle along, supporting her deadweight by slinging her arm over my shoulder.

We stumbled into the lift with Andy in-between Emy and me, while I was supporting Jarelle all on my own. Andy lecherously tried to feel up Emy while trying to engage her in a kiss, but to no avail. Andy wasn't getting his way, and soon gave up, but he realized Jarelle was sorta beside him, and he had reached around, swatted Jarelle's bubble butt out of the blue, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Nice ass." Andy lewdly blurted out.

I wasn't pleased but perhaps the entirety of the situation had caught me by surprise. I merely protectively used myself as a human shield, separating Jarelle away from Andy.

"What was that?" A similarly shell-shocked Emy stuttered out, almost crumbling under the full weight of Andy now that I've retracted my support.

"Oops sorry." Andy apologised sheepishly, without much sincerity. It had almost seemed that he had forgotten about Emy and my presence in his drunken stupor.

The lift had reached our level within the next 5 seconds, preventing an awkward situation.

We staggered out of the lift and into the room, where Emy and I had to heave and lug Andy, who was nearly twice as big as me, onto the bed nearest to the door, before I laid Jarelle onto the other bed. Emy and I slouched onto the floor to catch our breath, making sure to position ourselves in between the two beds so as to prevent any reoccurrence.

The room finally fell quiet once Andy's snoring filled the background in a rumbling rhythm. Jarelle was similarly knocked out, lying motionless on the other bed, dead to the world. The chaos that had transpired in the elevator had shocked both Emy and myself, and we allowed a comfortable silence to descend, leaving the low hum of the air-conditioning before Emy softly shuffled and sat beside me on the floor. For a moment, neither of us spoke, sitting shoulder to shoulder, backs against the wall and catching our breath from lugging our other halves.

Emy exhaled, "That was... a lot." She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers trembled just enough for me to notice. Her tone was quiet, almost controlled but her eyes gave away the mixture of shock, embarrassment and even frustration.

"Yeah," I murmured. "You alright?"

She nodded. It felt more like a reflex than a real answer. "I'm fine. Just... processing." Her gaze flicked towards a sprawled, unbothered and oblivious Andy, before returning to me. "Thanks for stepping in. I don't know what I would've done without you."

"It's okay. You didn't deserve to deal with that alone." I said

A small, tired smile tugged at her lips. "Neither did you."

Our gaze met, and our eyes held a little longer than they should have. The air shifted, and I was sure she could feel it as well. The room felt smaller, warmer and my chest involuntarily tightened. Emy hugged her knees, leaning just slightly towards me. It was subtle enough to be platonic but the proximity was undeniable.

Exhaustion pulled us under without warning. The first thing I saw once I stirred awake was Jarelle staring straight at me with a tight expression, almost unreadable. Then, I realized Andy and Emy were in the midst of a heated argument. From whatever I had caught on, Emy had seemingly brought up her plan to go overseas to work and whatever both of them had seen when they woke up clearly muddled the situation further. I gulped down my saliva with the thick, uneasy atmosphere burdening down on me.

"I'm not asking for permission, I'm telling you this is what I've decided and what I want." Emy rebutted, her voice cutting through the tensed air. It was sharp but noticeably, she was tired.

Andy ran a hand through his hair. "You're just going to leave? Like that? You didn't even think how it affects us?"

"Us? You didn't consult me when you decided to sign for the army either. You're just affected because I am not here waiting for you." Emy let out a dry laugh

"That's not fair. And then I wake up to... this? Is it some prelude to how you'll be sleeping?" He gestured vaguely in my direction, frustration simmering. His voice was low, and the anger was obvious

"Literally nothing happened." Emy didn't even look over.

"Yeah? Then why were the two of you like that when I woke up?" Andy scoffed.

"Like what, Andy? We were exhausted. We were helping you. You don't get to turn this into something it's not." Emy was clearly flabbergasted.

"Look, Em. I wake up to see you next to him like... " Andy trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the sentence.

Emy snapped back, "Like what?"

I met Jarelle's look, gesturing for us to step out and give them space. Her eyes narrowed, not particularly convinced herself. She was deliberating, and eventually she exhaled, caved in and nodded.

"Come on," she muttered. It was a fragile olive branch that was extended. We moved towards the door.

Behind us, Andy's frustrated voice rose again. "So you're really going? Just like that? Leaving me here while you run off with--"

"With my friend and soon-to-be colleague," Emy cut in coldly. "Andy. Grow up. He's your best friend."

Andy scoffed again, but quieter this time. "Didn't look that platonic to me."

Emy didn't miss a beat. "Then maybe you should ask yourself why you're seeing things that aren't there."

The door clicked shut behind us. Jarelle's eyes were fixed on me, sharp and alert.

"Overseas trip? Since when" she asked, voice steady but cold.

My stomach dropped. "I was going to tell you once things were confirmed."

She laughed, clearly unamused, "Confirmed? Andy just woke up yelling about it, and that's the first time I'm hearing this."

"You two looked... close." Jarelle held my gaze, unreadable. The distinct tone of jealousy was clear in her voice though.

"We were sitting," I said as a matter of fact. "Making sure you both didn't roll off the beds. That's it."

"But you are right. I should have told you earlier." I took a slow breath.

Jarelle's voice softened, just slightly. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"Because I knew it would sound bad before I had the chance to explain it properly," I murmured. "And I didn't want you to worry, especially not yesterday."

"You just wanted to get lucky, didn't you?" Jarelle ruthlessly called me out, the tension and anger dissipating.

She followed up quietly. "I just need to know one thing."

"Did anything happen last night?" Jarelle looked straight into my eyes.

"No. We brought you two back, sat down by the bed and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep." I told the truth.

"And Emy, she was just interested. She isn't even in right now. I shared, and she said she would try to send me a resume and I could point her in the right direction. Nothing is cast in stone at this point." I continued.

Jarelle frowned. "Andy made it sound like both of you were leaving next month."

I shook my head.

"Not even close. The project is happening, yes. I would hope I'm going, but Emy is far from it. She needs to apply for the post, and HR and other approvals would still have to go her way before anything." I explained.

That landed. Her posture shifted ever so slightly.

"This trip is important to me. It's a big step for my career. Exposure to APAC, working with the international team, kickstarting work in the region. It could open a lot of doors." I pointed out factually.

Jarelle bit her lower lip, torn. "I get that. I do. But... "

She stopped herself, shaking her head. "I don't want to be that insecure girlfriend."

"You're not," I said immediately. "Not gonna lie, it was messy. I was wrong to not share my plans."

Her eyes softened further, but she still wasn't all the way convinced. "So if Emy gets accepted... and you two go together... what then?"

"We would be colleagues on top of friends. I'll do my job and she'll do hers." I firmly said without any hesitation.

"And you're right." I pressed on, "I probably would see her more than I'll see you. That's just how overseas assignments work. But honestly?" I shook my head. "That would be the case no matter who gets chosen. It could be any random girl the company picks, I'd still end up spending more time with that person than with you while I'm away."

Her lips parted slightly, not to argue, but because she was finally thinking through what I said.

"The point is," I continued gently, "this isn't about Emy. It's about the opportunity. About my career. About where I'm trying to go."

I reached for her hands, threading my fingers through hers. I squeezed her hands a little tighter, as if anchoring both of us there.

"And honestly," I added, softer now, "Nothing changed overnight other than the fact that Emy may be my colleague."

Jarelle let out a breath that sounded almost like a reluctant laugh. "What should I make out of this sudden news. What bad timing."

I replied, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but coincidence is making things look worse than it really is."

She searched my face again, this time less accusatory and more cautious. "And you're sure... you're not asking her to apply because of..."

"Things are purely platonic." I reassured Jarelle.

Jarelle wrapped her arms around me, and I hugged her without hesitation. It lingered for a moment before she pulled back, tilting her head just slightly. It was a tentative invitation and I accepted it, leaning in similarly as we shared a smooch but it wasn't long before it breached the definition of chaste as her tongue probed, seeking out mine. I unceremoniously slid my hand up her dress, cupping her bubble butt and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"You know," I suggestively insinuated, "you could just keep me sated."

She rolled her eyes, and snapped, "You're insatiable."

"You're hard already?" Jarelle whispered rhetorically, as she could feel my steel rod in my pants.

"It's almost wasteful to pay for a hotel and not make full use of it." I commented.

"And all the outfits I was promised." I guilt-tripped Jarelle.

Jarelle shook her head, but the corner of her mouth betrayed her. "Unbelievable."

"What do you have in mind?" Jarelle asked, her tone already giving her away.

"How about the hot tub?" I suggested lightly, smiling as I sensed the way her resistance was softening.

"But my bikinis are inside the room." She almost complained.

"You're wearing a bra right?" I teased. "It should suffice."

"It's white baby." Jarelle moaned out her disapproval as I nuzzled her neck.

"Maybe it won't even stay on so there won't be much of a difference." I teased.

"Let's go then." She whispered out.

The elevator ride was thankfully short, but the sexual tension was palpable. I wrapped my left arm around Jarelle's waist, stroking intently up and down her side. I could tell it was turning Jarelle on as her body was tense.

The hot tub was thankfully empty.

I stripped down to my boxer quickly, pulling off my shirt and slipping into the hot tub first, letting the warm water embrace me as I settled in. She remained at the edge, deliberate and measured. "Quit staring." Jarelle complained, half-teasing, half-commanding. She knew that I would be looking lecherously at her.

I smiled, knowing that the balance of power would shift in my favour once she enters the tub. Jarelle could tease me all she wanted at that moment.

Jarelle pulled her hair into a high pony tail before turning around, unbuttoning the top of dress before reaching slightly to pull it over and off her head. Jarelle was decked in a matching set of white Calvin Klein bralette and pantie. It was as if it was in slow-mo, as I was so fixated on the Calvin Klein words on the underband. As promised, as Jarelle stepped into the water, the material quickly turned translucent but before I could get another look, the bubbles had already came up to Jarelle's neck.

She leaned back slightly, letting the water lap around her shoulders. Our knees brushed beneath the water as Jarelle had chosen to sit closely. The bubbles hummed around us, filling the silence as she lean into me. The contact was small, almost innocent but it was a trigger. I couldn't help myself, my restless right hand went around her waist, pulling her closer to me and my left palm caressed her mid-thigh. She exhaled, as if my touch had burnt her skin, and she turned to face me, mouth slightly agape.

"You're eager," she murmured, tone soft, almost innocent.

"Can't help it," I admitted, voice low, breath catching.

She leaned back again, just enough to make me inch forward. Jarelle brushed against my erection in such a deliberative dictated manner as she allowed her touch to linger.

"So hard." Jarelle teased.

"Yet so soft baby." I replied, cupping her right boob in response.

I couldn't help but give her tit a squeeze. Fuck her boobs felt fucking amazing. I flicked her very erect nipple, once, twice, then again and again before going for another grope.

"There are cameras baby." Jarelle warned. "We are in a public space." Thus far, everything NSFW had been happening under the surface of the water, invisible to the camera but ironically, Jarelle had fished my very-erect steel rod out of my boxers and was giving me a full-on handjob while I was fondling her over her bra only.

"Two can play at a game." I thought to myself. "Tell me when I should stop then." I challenged, gliding my left hand up her thigh, enjoying the smooth skin. Jarelle naturally didn't and I reached her holy grail. I couldn't feel the wetness of her pussy in the tub, but the heat radiating from it was unmissable. Not reaching into her panties still, I slowly brushed across her clit, and didn't do enough to part her lips, just missing by the final millimetre, driving Jarelle nuts with my teasing.

"Don't." Jarelle whispered lustfully into my ears. She was writhing around, the teasing starting to have an impact on her, and the handjob was slowing down bit by bit.

"Don't stop yourself." I commanded directly, trembling with desire. As soon as that sentence went out of my mouth, she renewed her handjob with vigour.

I rubbed her clit in circular motions, causing her to moan, while emphasising all efforts on her right nipple, flicking, rubbing and teasing it until it reached peak stiffness.

"Do you wanna sit on my lap?" I asked nicely. It was a veiled attempt at getting my dick near her pussy. "The cameras can't see anything."

Jarelle froze, shaking her head in response. "No. It is too open here and I want our first time to be more special." She saw through my ploy immediately.

"Ok." I replied disappointed.

"Isn't this enough for you?" Jarelle teased, pumping my cock up and down repeatedly at a rapid rate before slowing down tremendously to get my attention.

"I want more." I demanded.

"Greedy." Jarelle chided. "What more can you ask for?"

"I want my dick sucked." A instant reply told my buxom, willing girlfriend how much I wanted it.

"So you can blast it in my mouth again?" Jarelle kissed me.

"I wouldn't mind that. But I could think of better uses for my load." I retorted.

"Wanna head back to the room?" Jarelle could barely get it out.

"We could just stay here." I countered.

"I thought you wanted a blowjob." She moaned breathlessly, stroking my dick faster and harder.

"But they may still be inside." I pointed out.

"Maybe she's sucking him off too." Jarelle huskily shot back.

"Won't be surprised. Sounds like a brilliant way to make up." I played along.

"Let's go baby." Jarelle heaved a large sigh at having to stop.

"To where?" I questioned, tucking my uncooperative erection back into my boxer. Jarelle had hastily climbed out of the pool and use her dress to cover herself as best as she could, preserving her modesty.

"Follow me." She said, as I followed her lead in exiting the hot tub.

Jarelle looked up from time to time, and it was clear that she was avoiding any cameras, walking through the blind spots. There was a changing stall at the end. Hastily, she had pulled me into the last cubicle not before stopping me suddenly and reaching across me to grab a towel from the piles of fresh linen, and wittily mentioned, "for cleaning up."

"How did you know there wasn't going to be anyone here?" I asked, amazed.

"I didn't, I was just trying my luck. Are you going to kiss me or spend time asking questions?" she said in a husky voice, betraying her wants. I wasn't the only one who needs something, and damn I couldn't wait.

She dropped her dress onto the floor, and wrapped her hands around my neck as our lips crashed into each others', with tongues plunging deeply and intertwining rapidly. My hands went straight to her juicy boobs, mauling fervently, while her hands were hardly contented, seeking out my erected dick and pumping it up and down. My precum was flowing and with each and every stroke, I could feel my balls tightening quickly. It lubricated her handjob and I felt a surge of pleasure.

I had to fight for some form of control as my orgasm was quickly approaching. Not even bothering to pull off her panties, I plunged my hand down the front of her panty and slid my middle finger into her wet snatch unceremoniously, getting an immediate moan of approval. I could feel the tightness as she whimpered from the intrusion. She was tense and tight, resisting my finger, and I gave her a while to get used to my invasion. Meanwhile, I pulled her Calvin Klein bralette down, exposing her naked boobs, rolling her nipple with my other hand while my thumb found her clit and strummed. Her breathing quickened and I could see that she was approaching her climax soon. I kissed her deeply and then moved down to her chest, licking her cleavage then tongue fucked her nipple. She moaned in ecstasy and started cumming. I could feel her wetness and continue to rub her clit until she couldn't take it anymore and begged for me to stop.

She looked like a gorgeous mess, relying on the wall to support herself, with her hair messed up. Her enormous rack was on show with her nipples standing firm and proud, glistening with my saliva. She was holding onto me for support too, eyes half closed, faced down, catching her breath slowly, recovering from the huge orgasm.

"Is it your turn then baby?" Jarelle panted out, her voice sexy and sultry with an undeniable lust.

"I wanted this too." Jarelle kneeled down while saying it, my erected penis at her eye-level. She pulled my hips forward, stuffing my cock into her mouth. Fuck, that felt good. Her soft sexy lips that I loved kissing so much, descended down my shaft, inch by inch.

Halfway through, I felt that I've hit the back of her mouth and I could hear her swallow back a cough/gag. She maintained eye contact throughout the entire episode, with her beautiful brown eyes looking back on me as if seeking approval. She wrapped her fingers around the base she was unable to swallow and started pumping, with every motion shaking her enormous melons, turning me on even more. I moaned in pure lust.

Jarelle slowly withdrew my cock out from her mouth, keeping the head only in her mouth. Using her tongue, she swirled around, making love to the underside of my cock and also at the head. I could feel my precum oozing out as she was slurping on my dick. She twisted her head and maintaining eye contact, showing me how much my cock was stretching her cheek. She moaned and slurped at my cock hungrily, never stopped jerking me.

A huge pop went off when she finally released my cock from her mouth. I groaned in disappointment.

"Are you going to nut in my mouth again?" Jarelle moaned. It seemed like a compliant but her facial expression somehow told me my slutty girlfriend enjoyed taking my seed in her mouth and that it turned her on so much so that she was rubbing herself subtly.

"I want to fuck your tits baby." I growled.

"You want me to wrap my big boobs around your hard cock baby? Are you going to cum all over them just like yesterday? I can't wait for that. I loved that feeling so much...." Jarelle admitted. She kneeled in front of me, inhaled as much dick as she could at one go before withdrawing, spitting out onto her boobs. Her own saliva mixed with my precum was rubbed onto her tits until they were evenly coated before Jarelle beckoned me to come towards her.

I groaned at the sight and walked towards her, knowing that it wouldn't take long for me to spill my seed. My cock was wedged between her slick boobs now.

Fuck I was in heaven.

"Fuck my tits baby," Jarelle moaned, pressing her warm slick pillows around my hot cock. I thrusted in and out of her cleavage on autopilot.

The sensation of sliding my rock hard cock in between her tits was really mind blowing. We were taking turns; for me to fuck her tits and for her to fuck my cock with her tits.

Jarelle continued to grab her boobs shifting them up and down my rod, kneading her own nipples in the progress. She moaned in lustful pleasure.

"Fuck I can't hold it in anymore" I groaned, feeling my cum boiling up my cock.

That only seemed to spur Jarelle more, she frenched kiss and sucked my dickhead every time it popped up from her sexy cleavage. Her tongue swirled around my dick licking the precum hungrily.

I cupped Jarelle's boobs in my hands and squeezed them, mashing her sexy tits together and harder around my hard cock. I fucked her tits with all my might. I bounced her slippery tits up and down my cock and I could feel my muscles seizing up and the cum boiling over.

"Cum all over me baby, all over my boobs!" she moaned.

"Fuckkkk!" I shouted as I came. Spurt and spurt of white hot cum erupted, some splashing against Jarelle's chin and flowed down into her cleavage. I was still shooting cum all over her boobs and giving my final thrusts. I took my exhausted semi-hard dick out of her boobs and she grabbed it and gave it a few final tugs before licking my dickhead for the last drop of ejaculate.

"That's a load." Jarelle uttered, impressed. I pulled her towards me and shared a passionate French kiss, with me groping her tits.

"Should we?" She asked, jerking her thumb towards the exit.

"I think we should." I agreed, giving her one final peck.

We got cleaned up quickly and Jarelle pulled her dress on without her wet undergarments, going commando. We left our "crime" scene as soon as we could, giggling and laughing at our accomplishment.

We made our way back to the room, half hoping Andy and Emy had cooled off, half hoping they'd abandoned it altogether so we could have it to ourselves. Neither was fulfilled. As we approached, we could hear clearly fragments of their argument. Andy was clearly irritated while Emy was similarly exasperated.

I swiped the key card, and the door unlocked obediently with a click. I knocked softly, trying to sound casual in announcing my arrival.

"Hey," I called lightly.

Andy ignored me entirely, while Emy offered a weak, almost apologetic smile. Andy's attention faltered mid-argument, gaze drifting inadvertently to Jarelle. Her damp hair clinging to her shoulders while her wet dress outlined her curves. It was obvious she wasn't wearing anything underneath. For a heartbeat, even Andy seemed frozen, caught between residual anger and undeniable distraction.

"Let me go get changed," Jarelle said flatly, her voice neutral, moving to her luggage. She knew the effect she was having on Andy.

"You can't be serious," Emy broke the tension like a whip. "All that talk about Ralphie and me..."

Andy's flush deepened, the embarrassment twisting into anger. "I... I can't believe this," he muttered,"Seriously, is this what we're doing now?"

Emy's reply was laced with frustration and anger, "Don't act like this is my fault."

"I--" Andy stuttered, his chest rising and falling faster. "It's not like that, okay?"

"Not like that?" Emy echoed, incredulous.

Andy's jaw clenched. "You're blowing this out of proportion!" he snapped, his eyes betrayed him, flicking again toward Jarelle despite his protest.

Emy crossed her arms, "I'm done."

I felt Jarelle inch slightly closer to me, tense from being caught completely in the awkward crossfire of emotions.

Andy muttered under his breath, "Unbelievable..."

Jarelle gave a small nod toward the bathroom, clearly avoiding confrontation. "I'm going to shower," she said softly.

"Should I... step outside?" I offered, my voice tentative. The air in the room was thick, almost suffocating, and the door clicked locked behind Jarelle as she disappeared into the shower.

Neither Andy nor Emy responded. I stepped out silently, pulling out my phone and sending Jarelle a quick update, "Stepped out for a bit. It was too awkward."

I went down to the lobby, thinking that there would be a seat but five minutes later, I saw Emy storm out of the lift and towards the exit.

"Hey," I said gently. "You okay?"

Emy's shoulders slumped. "I... I don't know," she admitted quietly. "I just feel like everything's spiralling, you know? Andy, the trip, the timing."

"You know," she said slowly, almost to herself, "I've spent so much time revolving around Andy... making sure he's okay, keeping him in check, trying to smooth things over. And I'm tired. I just... I want to live my life for me."

I nodded and offered, "I think the job would allow you to do that."

Emy froze for a moment, considering what I've just said carefully. Something seemed to settle within her and she exhaled deeply, almost like a weight was lifted.

"It may be exactly what I need," she said quietly. "A reset. Thanks... I guess I just needed to hear that out loud." She flashed me a smile.

"I'm going to get some air," she continued. "Just... need a breather still."

"Go ahead," I replied, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I'll head back to the room."

When I returned, the door creaked softly as I pushed it open. Neither Jarelle nor Andy had noticed me.

Andy was standing near the bed, his back slightly turned. In his hands were Jarelle's wet undergarments, the white CK set she had tossed aside before she went into the shower. He seemed oddly absorbed in them, and then it became clearer what he was doing. Andy wasn't just holding them, he had her panty wrapped around his pecker as he stroked himself. His inappropriate act made my stomach tighten the moment I realized what I was seeing.

To make matters worse, Jarelle was standing a few feet away, arms folded loosely, watching Andy, backfacing me. I couldn't see her expression, but what transpired next made me doubtful that it was one of disgust.

It didn't take long and soon after, Andy unloaded all over her bralette with a shudder and a grunt.

"Andy," she said with a dry laugh. It was clear from her tone that she found it amusing, at the very least.

"You're unbelievable," Jarelle said, walking over and plucking the damp fabric from his hands. She gave them a small shake before tossing him a look. "Seriously? My wet underwear?"

Andy simply grinned. There was something oddly cheeky about it, as though he'd been caught doing something mischievous rather than inappropriate. He tucked his pecker back in his pants, no embarrassment.

Andy leaned back against the desk, arms folded, still smirking. "You left them there."

"That doesn't mean they're public property," she shot back, tossing them into her bag.

"But it means they were unattended," he shot back with a smirk. "Big difference."

Jarelle rolled her eyes, though the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. "You're disgusting." There wasn't much heat behind the accusation.

What struck me most wasn't Andy's behaviour, but Jarelle's reaction. She had clearly caught him red-handed, doing something awfully off and yet she seemed oddly unfazed by it.

There was no snapping or demanding that he stopped but rather she had allowed the moment to play itself out and knowingly, allowing her property to be defiled. Jarelle looked too calm, too comfortable, without the slightest hesitation in touching the cum-stained lingerie and was seemingly unbothered that his privates were very much out.

There was no outrage, no embarrassment, not even the instinctive awkwardness most people would have shown in that situation. Instead, from the evidence of it, she handled it with an ease that felt strangely out of place.

I stood there by the door, unsettled. Nothing out of line had happened. Technically, but it still felt like a line was crossed. Somewhere.

I cleared my throat. The sound cut through the room quickly. The air became still. Both of them turned toward the door at once. The shift was immediate.

Andy straightened instinctively, the easy, cheeky confidence from moments ago fading into something tighter, more guarded. His shoulders stiffened as he quickly adjusted himself.

Jarelle reacted a split second later. The amusement on her face flickered and disappeared, replaced by a brief look of surprise before she composed herself. She tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear, her movements suddenly more deliberate and self-conscious.

For a moment, no one spoke and the silence was thick and awkward.

Andy cleared his own throat and leaned casually against the desk, though the gesture looked a little forced now. Jarelle busied herself with packing stuffing the damp fabric inside and zipping it up with more attention than the task really required.

Neither of them looked directly at me.

I stepped a little further into the room, closing the door behind me.

Andy finally glanced up.

"Oh," he said, shrugging casually. "You're back."

Jarelle gave a small, tight smile without meeting my eyes. There was no explanation, nor clarification to how much I've seen. We had all pretended like nothing had ever happened. I tried convincing myself that I was simply overthinking. That it was an awkward, stupid moment. That there wasn't much more than what I saw. That Andy simply made a mistake.

It didn't work. I couldn't quite shake off what I had seen with my own eyes. It wasn't definitive in the sense where I couldn't pinpoint to something and call it wrong. It left me with a quiet discomfort. A disconnect in my relationship.