Cammy purrs, coming up behind me, her arms wrapping around my stomach, her head pressed to the middle of my back. This isn’t a good time or a good place to be displaying these types of affections. “Yes my kinky bitch it was, now please, not in here. They may see,” I chastise her, pressing my butt back to break her hold around me. With a huff and a pinch on my side, she moves around to the opposite side of the island in the kitchen, staring hatefully at me. I haven’t told Emily and I’m not about to. So this little display in the kitchen is unwelcomed. I don’t want Emily or her parents to catch any downwind of this. Especially, since I’ve spent the entire past week sucking up to them so much that I think her mom might actually like me now. And to be honest I’m happy about that but they are leaving today and I’m even more excited to see them go. I need time by myself to kick up the wooing process. Flowers, chocolates and three sweet greeting cards haven’t buttered her up enough yet.
