The call had come late in the evening while you were making dinner. Later than usual.

You were busy waiting for your microwave to finish heating up your nuke dinner when your phone started buzzing. The contact named 'cassie:))', typed by the woman herself.

"Hey, honey. Could you please come quick? I know you're supposed to have off, but the hospital just keeps calling, and calling-" She rushes out over the phone, feeling her guilt and slight panic radiating through the electromagnetic waves.

"Ms. McKay, I promise you are fine, I will be right there."

"Thank you, sweetheart. And it's Cassie." She gently chides, "See you in a bit."

You, of course, rush to get out of the house. Slipping on some suitable clothes, tugging on your shoes, and turning off your microwave before leaving the house with your essentials.

Even though Cassie is ten minutes away from you, you make it in 7, scurrying into her apartment building and up the elevator, texting her to let her know you're there.

You: i'm almost there! in the elevator now:) Sent: 9:12 PM

cassie:)): Thank you so much! Sent: 9:12 PM

cassie:)): Door's unlocked for you, honey. Sent: 9:13 PM

Once the elevator door dings open, you make your way to her door. Apartment 305 in bold letters above as you reach for the door handle, pushing the door open.

"Harrison, buddy!" You call out to the little boy, "We're gonna hang out for a bit while mom works! Which games do you—.." Your words then trail off as you lift your head.

The apartment looked empty, untouched, not pitch-black but dark enough for shadows to roam unknowingly.

You creep inside, hesitant as the door shuts quietly behind you. "Harrison? Ms. McKay?" You gently hum, brows furrowing as you hear shuffling from beyond.

The tranquility of the apartment is broken as a door creaks open, light spilling out, illuminating the way towards Cassie's bedroom.

You silently place your bag down on the ground, toeing off your shoes as you inch closer, about to call out when a dark figure appears in the doorway.

"For the last time, it's Cassie. Not Ms. McKay." The figure teasingly scolds, her quiet laughing letting you know it's just her.

"How come you're still here? Where's Harrison?" You mumble, watching as she turns her broad back to you, walking back into her bedroom.

A sigh escapes her perfect pink lips as she plops down onto her bed, surveying as you draw near the bedroom door. "It's actually one of Chad's weekends. 'm sorry I lied."

As you peek inside, you realise how little Cassie is clothed. The older woman was only dressed in some sleep shorts and a sports bra, her gold chain draped around her neck, twinkling in the warm light.

She's in her own home; she's allowed to wear whatever she wants! Why can't I stop looking at her—

You let out a surprised "oh" at her words, shoulders dropping in realisation, lips curling into a confused frown.

You hadn't even thought to check your calendar to see if it truly was one of Cassie's weekends. "How come you called me?"

"Truth is, 'm lonely, honey." She confesses, "And I wanted to spend some time with you."

Oh.

Your eyes widen at the brunette, just nodding, brows and frown softening. "O- Okay, yeah. Of course!"

Cassie bites back a smirk at your silent flusteredness, already spotting the pink dusting on your cheeks as she nods, "Okay." She repeats, certain.

You silently shuffle inside, shutting the door gently behind you as Cassie reaches behind her to grab an already-filled wine glass.

"Do you drink, sweetheart?"

You shake your head a little too quickly, not wanting to seem irresponsible, but answering truthfully as well.

The brunette chuckles at your quick response, nodding, whispering a small "good girl" under her breath before asking, "Do you wanna try some of my wine?"

You hesitantly glance at her glass, glancing back at the half-filled wine bottle sitting on her nightstand before your gaze settles back on her.

You didn't want to seem reckless, but you didn't want to be rude.

Cassie senses your unease, chuckling harder, holding out the glass to you with a calm smile. "C'mon, it'll be our little secret." She whispers playfully.

You bite the inside of your cheek, just staring at her before making your way closer. Slowly, you take the wine glass from her grip, taking a tentative sip from it.

".. It's not that bad, I think.." You whisper, taking another wary sip.

Cassie grins at you, nodding in approval. "Good, have some more, baby." She purrs, gently guiding the cup back to your lips.

The next thing you knew, you were drinking glassfuls of alcoholic grape juice, vision slightly blurring and head growing fuzzy.

For your first time getting drunk, this was nice, relaxing as you sprawl on the bed next to Cassie, making light conversation with her about whatever comes into mind as you both pass the wine glass between each other, warmth lingering low in your stomach.

"Do you wanna play truth or dare?" The woman murmurs, eyebrows raising challengingly as you giggle.

You bite at your bottom lip, laughter still escaping you as you nod eagerly, Cassie tenderly guiding the glass back to your lips.

"Alright, truth or dare?"

"Dare.." You giggle out after your long sip, handing the wine back to her.

Cassie bites back her smirk, eyes flickering with excitement. Your answer was exactly what she wanted to hear.

"I dare you to suck on my fingers for at least a minute."

The brunette watches as your already bleary eyes glaze over with hidden need, drunk smile immediately wiped off your face as your red cheeks grow darker.

This was probably highly inappropriate for a boss to be asking this, but your drunk brain didn't even put that into factor. All you could focus on was the older woman's intoxicating allure. (And trying not to just stare at her boobs in her black sports bra.)

She delicately grabs at your chin, pulling you closer as you crawl after her, swallowing thickly as you sit inbetween her thighs, feeling her pull at your jaw.

"Open, sweetheart." She breathes out, watching as your mouth falls open, instinctively sticking out your tongue.

She hums as she places her fingers onto your tongue, your mouth involuntarily closing around them as you glance around, trying to avoid her burning gaze as the growing ache between your thighs throbs.

Your cheeks bloom darker as you sit there, too drunk and flustered to follow the dare, your foggy brain still stuck on the fact that she's this close, let alone having her fingers in your mouth.

"Baby," She coos, making you snap your head towards her. "Be a good girl and look at me when you suck on my fingers."

You choke back a needy sound, quickly sucking on her digits as you sheepishly hold eye contact, watching as her eyes slightly light up in desire.

"That's it, good girl.."

God, you were so fucked. Literally.

Your eyes flutter shut as your mouth finds a rhythm that is both comforting and arousing, your thighs discreetly squeezing together. Your inebriated mind letting you slip loose, shoulders lowering.

You don't even notice how close the brunette got until you felt her breath tickling at your lobe, chuckling as she taunts, "I bet if I looked in your pretty panties, I'd find you wet."

Your eyes snap open, shaking your head timidly, your slurred voice muffled as you try to deny, "N-No, ma'am—"

"Ma'am? So polite." She croons, her unoccupied hand trailing down to the fabric of your shorts, sneaking under as you try to keep your thighs clamped shut.

"Open." She tuts, pressing a small kiss to your jaw, grinning against your skin once your thighs fall open obediently. "There we go, sweet girl."

Your breath shakes, pulse quickening once you feel her fingers skim over your heat, feeling you practically dripping onto her fingertips, shivering as she ghosts over your clit.

"Aw, poor baby.." She teased, biting back her grin, "You are drooling into my hand— God, you make this too easy for me, honey."

You whimper from beneath her fingers at her words, cheeks flushing impossibly darker at her tone. "Cassie.."

"Shh, lay back, sweet girl. I got you."

You melt into her touch, letting her guide you back onto the bedsheets as she begins to stroke slow circles on your bud, the alcohol in your system making you even more sensitive.

The older woman slips her fingers from between your teeth, pressing a peck to your cheek, cuffing your cheek as she continues to stroke your folds.

Electricity thrums under your skin as your back arches, whining at her gentle touch, thighs spreading further apart. She comfortingly rubs her thumb over the apple of your cheek, watching as you nuzzel her hand.

"That's it.." Cassie soothed, smiling widely at your dazed-out face. "What do you need, baby? Tell me."

You choke out another whine, burying yourself into her hand, bashful as your clutch at her shoulders.

"Come on, talk to me, sweetheart." She sighs, resting her in the crook of your neck, making you shudder as she mouths at your throat.

You whimper, hands trailing up to her hair. "Need you inside, m- Cassie— Need your fingers.." You hesitantly slur out.

The brunette giggles at your drunk, blissed-out expression, pulling away to quickly get rid of the pesky fabric of your clothes stuck in her way.

She laughs harder at your mourning whine as the friction suddenly disappears, hips and core quivering as the cool air stings into you once your underwear slips down your thighs.

"Sh, sh, I know, baby.. 'm so mean.." She coos, pressing some soothing kisses to your cheek as she brushes against your bare pussy, sending sparks up and down your body.

It wasn't long before you felt the woman's slender fingers prodding at your entrance, tender as they plunged inside, feeding you her fingers inch by inch.

You gasp at the first inch, hand coming up to cover your face, fingers ending up in your mouth as you bite on them for some peace of mind, trying to ground yourself through the aching need and pain of the stretch.

Cassie runs her fingers through her hair, shushing and praising into your skin as she works you open, letting you get used to every inch of her fingers, rubbing easing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Such a pretty pussy, such a pretty girl for me.."

"Shh, baby, I know. So much, huh?"

"I've got you, breathe, sweetheart."

"Good girl, taking my fingers so well.."

You shakily reach out to the woman with your unoccupied hand, palm landing on her cheek as she gently rocks her fingers, pumping in and out at a dizzingly slow pace.

"P-Please.. You can move more— fuck, please.." You hiccup, words garbled between your fingers, breath hitching at her thumb circling firmer.

The brunette chuckles, tilting into the palm of your hand as her touch grows further, thumb circling a bit faster as her fingers speed up in a languid, rhythmic pace. "Good girl, so proud of you for askin'.."

You let out a high-pitched whine from behind your fingers at her thrusts and praise, face growing hotter as tingles spread up your spine and heat blooms hotter like a flower in your stomach.

She digs her face into your neck, nosing at your skin as she breathes you in, feeling the vibration of your noises through your throat as they escape.

You quickly grip at the sheets above you, desperate for something to hold on to as your sensitive pussy is pumped open, fluttering around her fingers as they brush against your sweet spot over and over.

"Fuck, mommy..!" You mewl at a particular thrust, hitting deeper inside you than any other, not even noticing what spilled out of your mouth.

The woman above you pauses, quickly, but carefully, grabbing at your chin, forcing your eyes to flutter open to her, the air thickening.

"What'd you just say?" She breathlessly whispers, blood rushing to her own core, as you moan incoherently, brows softly furrowing.

"Hm..?"

"What did you just call me?"

That gets your attention real fast.

Your glazed-over eyes widen as you remember what you moaned, fingers slipping from your lips. "Uh, um—" You croak, slightly panicking as you watch her unreadable expression.

"Say it again." She grits, fingers suddenly picking up back where she left off, pace roughening, catching you by surprise as you yelp, hands gripping at her biceps, nails digging into her soft-toned flesh.

You helplessly wail out at the woman's frenzied tempo, rambling nonsense as your fuzzy mind reels. "'m sorry, 'm sorry— mommy!—"

You hear the brunette grunt at the name, her resolve breaking, pumping her digits faster and finally capturing your lips with hers.

Cassie nips at your bottom lip, instantly soothing it with a swipe of her tongue, grabbing at one of your thighs, pinning it between her own as she sinks down onto it with a shaky sigh against your mouth.

"Good fucking girl." She pants out, pressing some more small kisses to your lips, rutting herself against your leg as she continues to pump.

You whimper at the first grind of her hips, mouth dropping open, nails almost to the point of drawing blood as a coil slowly forms in your stomach at her thrusting digits.

"Ohmygod—" You slur out, back arching, nerves fried, and heart racing as you continue to endure Cassie's gently brutal pace.

She laughs, spreading kisses down to your jaw as she bucks her hips harsher against your thigh, desperate for the friction. "I know, sweet girl, I know.." She mockingly coos against your jaw. "Too much for your pretty brain to comprehend, huh?"

You just whine at her words, noises still pouring out of you as you feel yourself slowly approaching the edge of the terrifyingly intoxicating peak, your walls clenching around her.

"That's it, baby, just let go.." She coaxes, chuckling at your helpless moaning as she bites back her own sounds. "Mommy's got you."

You sob out at Cassie's coo, hands frantically reaching up to cuff her face, just garbling out gibberish to her as you cry and moan, as you reach the tip of the peak, gut tensing and walls fluttering.

"Shh, shh," She purrs, "C'mon, baby.. Cum for mommy, wanna feel it."

You hiccup, just mumbling her name over and over, pulling her forehead down towards yours as the coil suddenly bursts, hips twitching and eyes roll back slightly.

The brunette moans alongside you as you see stars, the waves rolling over you as she humps your leg vigorously.

You grip tighter at Cassie's cheeks, crying softly at her still working you open, muscles untensing as she slows down for your sensitive heat.

"Good girl— Good fucking girl.. Bare with mommy, almost there, sweetheart." She croaks, throat hoarse from fighting back her guttural moans.

The older woman continues to use your leg, every rock her hips hitting her clit just right, the sounds and feeling of your orgasm helping her rapidly approach her own.

Cassie's breath hitches as she feels her own muscles tensing, hips stuttering against your thigh, back arching slightly as she reaches the edge.

With another jerk of her hips, her knees buckles, crying out softly with a hoarse moan as her orgasm takes over all of her senses, collapsing into you.

You whine, gently clinging to her, pawing at her hot skin, brain still foggy with pleasure and need.

Her breath is heavy on your sweat-ridden neck, panting and hot against your wet skin as the two of you ride out your highs.

You slump back into the mattress when she finally eases her fingers out of you, whining up at her suddenly getting up from the bed.

"Mommy..?" You garble out, watching her close with half-lidded eyes as her lips break out into a a soft, tired smile.

She gently hushs you, "'m right here, just grabbing some things to clean up my girl, 'kay..?"

You mindlessly nod, pout still on your lips at the growing distance as she walks away with trembling thighs and careful steps to the bathroom.

The older woman grabs a towel, turning the nozzle on in her tub, face scrunching at the loud sound. She then shuffles back into the bedroom, watching as you pout impatiently.

"Sweetheart, how you feeling..?" She gently calls out, crawling back over to you as you whine, immediately clinging to her once she's close enough.

"Fine.." You huff, yawning softly.

"Nothing hurts, baby..?"

You silently shake your head, rubbing at your eye like a exhausted child as Cassie presses some kisses to your temple.

"Good, good." She whispers, gently wiping at you with the towel. "After 'm done, we can take a bath together.. Unless, you don't want to-"

"Of course I do..!" You quickly mumble, fighting back the urge to wiggle away at her cleaning. "'m okay.." You hum, mind still a bit fuzzy from the wine and your orgasm.

The brunette chuckles, lips brushing against your cheek as she finishes up with wiping your slick. "C'mon, sweet girl."

A giddy sound escapes you as Cassie helps you up from the comforting sheets, guiding you towards the bathroom as you stumble like a fawn learning to walk.

"This is your fault..!" You squeal as you continue to stagger and trip on air, clinging to her as she desperately holds back her own laughter.

You giggle as the woman sets you down on the edge of the tub, hastily turning off the running water as she gives you an amused grin. "So graceful.." She snorts as she begins to help you out of your shirt and bra.

You laugh harder, head tilting back as you beam and wheeze, causing the woman to grab hold of your hips, not letting you fall back into the tub.

"See what I mean?" She mumbles under her breath, thumbs rubbing over your bare skin as she leans, pressing some lingering kisses up your jaw and to your mouth, cutting off your settling laughter with a soft press.

The bathroom grows quiet with only the sound of your shared contented breathing and the dripping from the leaky bathtub faucet.

The two of you slowly pull away once it becomes essential to breathe, resting your foreheads together as Cassie continues to massage at the fat of your waist. You bite back your dopey grin, just melting into the palm of her hands as you grip at the strap of her bra.

"Lemme help you out.." You murmur, fingers gently trailing down to the hem of the sports fabric, as the brunette sniggers.

"You just want to see me naked."

You shrug innocently, biting back your excitement as you tug eagerly at her clothes, helping her out of the fabric as the older woman lets you, stepping out of her shorts, relaxing at the feeling of your fervent hands.

Once the both of you are naked, Cassie tenderly helps you up from the edge, holding your weight and keeping you balanced as you clumsily step into the warm, inviting tub.

The older woman swiftly joins you into the water, slipping in behind you once you've settled in the steam, groaning at your tired limbs as she sits down, pulling you close and hooking her chin around your shoulder.

"Better, baby?" She whispers, pressing some kisses to your cheek as you nod, eyes fluttering shut at her lulling hold.

"Might fall asleep in here.." You sigh, head falling back onto her chest as Cassie chuckles, pressing some more pecks to your skin, wherever she could reach.

You feel her strong arms drawing you in impossibly closer as her lips ghost over the span of your shoulder blade. "I don't mind, sweetheart. I know you're tired." She then mutters under her breath, "Kinda my fault.."

You breathlessly huff out a laugh, turning lax against her, mind slipping deeper into relaxation as you promptly fall asleep.

Cassie fights back her own laughter as she feels you go limp, nosing at your hair and kissing your scalp as she silently begins to wash you.

The next thing you knew was sunlight shining through her curtains, curled up into the woman's chest under the sheets, clad in one of her t-shirts and a pair of her shorts.

You lazily lift your head, looking around the bedroom, cheeks flushing as you slowly remember what happened last night and why you have a headache so early in the morning.

Your gaze then settles on the sleeping woman, your arms instinctively squeezing tighter around her waist as your heart pangs at the sight of her so tranquil.

You gently rest your chin on her sternum, staring up at her calm expression, arm unraveling from her waist to gently trail up to cuff her cheek, thumb rubbing experimentally against her soft skin.

After a few seconds, a rumble escapes Cassie's chest as she leisurely wakes up, lashes fluttering and breath hitching as she rises.

Her eyes open to the sight of you looking up at her with a fond look in your eyes, smiling drowsily as she tilts into your palm like a dog. "Good morning.." She hums, hoarse and soft all at once.

You're about to say 'good morning' back when you hear the front door open from behind the bedroom door, hearing a little boy's footsteps as they practically sprint over to the door.

A few seconds later, the wooden door suddenly bursts open, her 11-year-old, Harrison, running inside as his father stands smugly behind him, Chad's expression dropping when he notices you under the covers.

Part of you basks in the man's look of disbelief. Serves him right for being a piece of shit.

"Good morning, Mom!" Harrison shouts, about to jump onto the bed when he freezes, noticing you lying in the bed right next to his mom. "Is that?—"

Uh oh.