They’re in the middle of an aisle trying to figure out a good meal to make for dinner, Dennis voicing his grievances about a brand of Alfredo that Robby had picked up from the shelf when all of a sudden they hear a confused “Robinavitch?” from a few feet away.

The two of them turned to the voice, Robby looking up and over his readers while Dennis’ observed the approaching man with his resting face of disgust. His eyebrow just raised as Robby replied “Holy shit, they just let anyone in here, don’t they?” with a loud chuckle that made Dennis roll his eyes.

The two men just start talking, Dennis seemingly invisible and forgotten about. Five minutes passed of Dennis standing there awkwardly and rocking back and forth on his heels before he tapped on Robby’s arm and gestured towards the open store before walking away, receiving nothing but an uncommitted hum from Robby.

Dennis circled around the store, texting Robby after ten minutes to tell him what aisle he was in now but receiving nothing response. He shuffled around for a few more minutes before giving up and walking back to the isle he left him in, annoyance filling his body at seeing Robby leaning leisurely against the cart, still chatting with his old friend.

He was about to walk up to Robby and pull him away hisself until the other man spotted Dennis.

“I’ll have to let you go, seems like someone’s ready to leave,” he joked, jutting his thumb at Dennis. He just rolled his eyes again and was nearly ready to open his mouth to argue back until the man started speaking again.

“Yeah, man. I totally didn’t even know that you had a kid! It’s nice that he’s still tagging along the store with you.”

Dennis watched in real time as Robby went rigid. Dennis felt his mouth turn upwards into a devilish grin as he watched Robby stutter out his reply.

“Oh, um. I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Robby turned slightly towards Dennis, wincing at the expression on the younger man’s face. “Dennis, this is my friend Eric from med school,” He paused. “Eric, this is Dennis. My boyfriend.”

Dennis supposed waiting half an hour in the store was worth the reaction he just got. Eric’s face dropped and paled, his mouth hanging slightly open.

“Oh, cool,” he said, his face not showing the same enthusiasm as his words. “That’s… nice,”

Dennis relished in the awkward goodbyes the two men gave each other before Robby promptly booked it down the aisle nearly leaving Dennis behind. He caught up quick and wrapped his arm around Robby’s tense bicep, walking in stride as the cart was pushed with efficiency.

“That was fun, can we do that again?”

need u to know my jaw dropped when I read this… literally got so fucking giddy.

parties are a norm at the whitsantos household so by default that makes mcvadi fucking on every available surface during the parties a given.

our little Victoria who can’t control herself and pulls Cassie anywhere and everywhere to pound her dripping pussy into submission.. the bathroom, the balcony, an empty hallway on one occasion… they’ve fucked everywhere they absolutely could (even on the desk in dennis’ room which he never found out about but was complaining about all his stuff on his desk being shoved onto the floor by some ‘careless, drunk partygoers’) they had almost thought they ran out of spaces until Victoria just couldn’t hold back one night and busted through Trinity’s bedroom door and begged Cassie to rock her shit right there.

Cassie, ever the good listener, did exactly so. She started on Trinity’s desk, moved to her en suite, back onto the floor until the ended up in her bed where Cassie did not stop fucking her with her fingers until Victoria came at least three times… and all over Trinity’s comforter.

Cassie, being the Good Samaritan she was, wanted to clean it up out of respect. Victoria, being Victoria, said hmmm no! and pulled Cassie out of the room before she could protest- or pull her pants up- any longer.

Cue Trinity stumbling into her room after everyone had left, grumbling out a goodnight to Dennis. She hardly had her clothes off before she flopped down onto her bed, stretching her arms along the span of her bed. Just as she pulled her arms back up, she felt something wet and sticky just beneath her.

She was confused at first but as she brought her fingers to her face to inspect the wetness in her hands, she remembers seeing Victoria and Cassie sneak away for a while earlier that night.

Trinity hesitated for a moment. She should feel weirded out, right?

All rationality left her body as she finally shoved her fingers into her mouth, moaning at whatever residue she could taste. All of her drinks were still clearly flooding her system because the thought of her laying on the reminiscence of Cassie and Victoria should not be working her up this much.

She kept her fingers curved into her tongue as her other hand snuck down the front of her body and straight into her shorts. Her fingers slid easily into her wet pussy, moaning around the ones still shoved deep in her mouth.

No one at work has gotten used to the jokes and have often tried to ask the other tenured staff if they have a clue what they’re talking about to which the just answer “don’t even bother trying to get an explanation, it’ll just confuse you worse.”

At home, Robby just ignores the cackling and nonsensical ramblings from the two and tunes back in to whatever book or game he has going on. If there’s anyone who’s used to the two, it’s him, and he’s learned to just stay in his lane.

One night as the two of them sat up at the kitchen island cackling over their empty bottle of wine, Robby just sat in the next room reading a new medicinal article that was recently released mixing his own business. He ignored the random words here and there and even let the few times he heard his name (followed by an exaggerated gag or laugh) slide.

It wasn’t until he heard an ear piercing screech and Dennis laughing out an “She’ll be apples!” followed by Trinity yelling “Guaranteed!” that Robby shuffled his way out of the den and into the kitchen begging for an explanation.

They have some petty argument (that Dennis started cuz he was feeling…bratty) while they’re out and about. As soon as Robby pulls into the driveway Dennis is out of the car before it’s even in park. He bolts into the house with no other word and slams the door before Robby can even make it to the porch.

Robby goes to turn the handle when he finally makes it up to the house just to find it stuck in place. He sighs and rolls his eyes as he bangs on the door.

“Dennis,” he groans. “Let me in the house.”

“No!” He hears.

“Baby, please. I got the key anyway, don’t make this hard for me.”

“Just go somewhere else, I’m sure one of the other hundred of people you’ve slept with will take you in!”

“That was twenty-five years ago and it wasn’t hundreds!”

“It was enough!”

Robby goes to speak again but hears the tell-tale sign of the creaking floors and then a door slam in the distance. He nearly grabs his keys out of his pocket to open the door to let himself in, but just at the last minute an idea pops into his head.

He pulls out his phone instead, types out a message, and sends it before placing it back into his pocket and making his way over to the wicker furniture on the porch.

Twenty minutes go by before a familiar truck pulls into the driveway and shuts off, the door slamming shut as the agitated owner walks up.

“Hey, Jack.” Robby says as the man walks up to him. Before he was even able to say anything else, Jack cuts him off.

“Is the brat inside?”

Robby just nods and stands up, grabbing his keys to finally unlock the door. The two men walk in quietly, shuffling over anything that would make noise. Robby lets Jack take the lead as he follows him to the bedroom they’d both spent plenty of time together in.

Jack opens up the door trying his best to avoid a creak, but the old doors could only do so much. They observed the lump of boy in the bed, covers pulled up and over him as he laid limp on Robby’s side.

Jack crept in, purposely stepping on the wobbly board. Dennis heard the shift in wood and without even looking up said, “You finally decided to come and apologize to me?”

Jack scoffed as Robby let out a noise of disbelief. The two voices seemed to get Dennis’ attention and he craned his neck, eyes going wide as he saw the two men in front of him.

“Jack, what are you doing-“

“You know, your daddy here called me for some help, sayin’ how disrespectful his boy was being. Not that I didn’t believe him but I just had to see what he was handling with my own two eyes.”

And as Jack was walking over to othe bed, Dennis went to fully turn his body to sit up. Jack was quicker.

He had the back of Dennis’ neck in his hand in a second and used the force to turn him back to his front. He threw Dennis’ phone out of his hand and onto the bedside table with a clank, straddling the back of Dennis and using his good leg to dig into the mattress for stability.

Jack removed his hand from his neck and grabbed the curls at the base of his head. He tightened his grip on them and pulled his head up so dennis was eye level with Jacks face.

“Now, I don’t want to have to help but i absolutely will- you’re gonna tell your daddy sorry for treatin’ him like that, right?”

Jack really didn’t even give him time to nod on his own and swiped his autonomy right from under him, using the grip he had on his hair to do it for him. Jack shushed Dennis’ pathetic yelp of pain and moved their bodies so Dennis was facing Robby.

“Say it, pup. Tell your daddy sorry,”

“Sorry, daddy,” Dennis mumbled

“Louder, dog.”

“I’m sorry, daddy!”

Jack looked up to Robby who was standing over them now with his arms crossed, watching his nod of approval. Jack nodded back in response and shoved Dennis’ head back into the bed, holding it down for a few seconds as good measure

“Good,” Jack said. He clambered off of the bed and stood next to Robby as they watch the boy lay helpless under them.

He wakes up in the afternoon and gets showered, dressed, the whole nine yards with not even an inkling of what’s happening. It takes him walking through the hallways of his house to even hear a slight commotion. Jack creeps into his kitchen, listening to the sounds of movement making its way around his kitchen.

Jack rounds the corner and sees Trinity standing over his island, slapping condiments and lunch meat in a piece of bread. He makes a noise of surprise that gets her attention.

“Oh, hey,” she says as she turns her gaze back to her sandwich. “Want some food?”

Jack is taken back at her question as if she’s not currently in his house using his groceries.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” He asks. She looks up at him, shrugging his shoulders like it was the stupidest question she’s heard.

“Um, it’s hot? We’re using your pool,”

“We?” Jack exclaimed. Trinity used he knife to gesture to the sliding glass doors to which he sees the rest of their little crew lounging in or by the pool.

“Yeah, me and Dennis came here earlier and then Mel and Victoria drove together. Samira just pulled up, I think she’s in the bathroom,”

Jack just slides into one of stools under the island and sighs. He watches the kids jump in the pool, splashing and shouting in excitement.

“How long have you been here?” Trinity looks over to the clock on the stove at his question.

“Since twelve. Everyone was so scared they’d wake you, I told them you sleep like a fucking rock.”

Jack looked up at her. “How long have you been sneaking into my house?”

“Hm, what was the last staff party you had here?”

“You’ve been sneaking into my house since thanksgiving?!”

Trinity just sigh and puts her utensil down, looks up at Jack in exasperation. “Do you want a fucking sandwich or not?”

He’s silent for a moment as he studies the outside again. Jack looks back at Trinity where she continued her sandwich making.

Omgg yes bc it’s Chad’s week with Harrison (idk if the logistics of their custody agreement whtev) but he forgot something at Cassie’s that he desperately needed for school. Chad was just like it’s fine, I’ll go grab it you just stay here finish ur homework.

Chad walking into the seemingly empty apt with the key he borrowed from their son. He’s walking around the living room and he knows what he’s looking for but he needs to make sure the woman is aware he’s there if she is home.

He doesn’t see it anywhere in the main area so he makes his way back towards the rooms, calling Cassie’s name but hearing response. As he gets closer to Cassie’s room he started to hear muffled noises that he can’t really make out. Clearly, she’s home, so he knocks slightly on the door which is cracked a bit, muttering out a “Cas?”

No response, and if he was married to this woman for years surely it’s fine if he just walks in, right? So he fully opens the door at the same time he hears Cassie mutter out “good fuckin’ girl, use that tongue,”

His eyes nearly pop out of his head as he sees Cassie standing there, facing the wall with her pants pulled down her thighs. He looks down at the person kneeling beneath her with their face shoved up near Cassie’s… oh god

“Cassie, what the fuck!?” He shouts. Cassie was mid moan when spoke, the moan turning into a scream. She whipped her head around to him, placing a hand on top of the persons head under her.

“Chad? What the fuck are you doing here!? Do you knock??”

Cassie quickly pulls her pants up and rebuckles them into place just as the person stands up. She looks young, like, real young. And is that..?

“Is that the doctor from the fucking hospital?” He points at the girl who just looks at him with wide eyes. She goes to speak, her mouth opening and shutting like a fish.

“Vic, no,” Cassie stops her. “It doesn’t fucking matter where she’s from, what the hell are you doing in my house?”

“Harrison needed something for school and-“

“So you think it’s in my fucking room?!” She yells. She doesn’t even give him time to speak as she starts pushing him out. “Go, get the fuck out of here. I’ll bring him whatever he needs later but you need to leave,”

He lets himself be pushed out of the room and out the door. He turns to her before she’s able to shut it in his face.

“She’s a little young, don’t you think?”

You have Little Miss Victoria who is days away from starting her big girl job at the PTMC and was refusing to step into the adult world still a child. So, she downloads every dating app she can think of until she can find someone who’s sleazy enough to sleep with her in the first date which was a big wake up call for her when it took three tries. She swipes right on an older woman, Cassie, who looked like she could just rock her fucking world. What better way to piss her mom off than to sleep with a woman who was probably closer in age with her mother.

Cue Cassie, who’s still dealing with the aftermath of the divorce and the custody battles, just needs some relief. She goes on some dating app to find some good prospects and she lands on Victoria who is absolutely way too young for her but their conversations are so heated and delicious she couldn’t bear to pass up on her. Victoria seemed to not want to waste anytime and agreed on the one night stand idealization,A perfect and quick hit. Plus, she’ll never see her again, right? No one needs to know.

Of course, Cassie picks her up for the date, treats her to a nice dinner at her apartment, and proceeds to simply pound Victoria through the mattress. Cassie lets her stay the night, she may be a sleazeball but she’s not a douchebag, and drops her off at home the next day, bidding goodbye to probably the best pussy she’s ever had. Victoria nearly sheds a tear at the fact she’ll never have a great lay like that again, her poor cunt twitching in mourning.

After a few days of longing from the both of them, they get ready for their shift. Cassie was already dreading the new rotation of med students and Victoria was buzzing with excitement to start in the ED, but the memory of the other night lay prominently in the backs of their mind.

It was almost a miracle when they met each other’s eyes at the exact same time, both of them going wide with shock at the sight of their hookup. Cassie nearly drops her clipboard while Victoria tugged hard on her stethoscope around her neck. Just their luck they get paired together for the day, the ever-so-helpful Robby pulling them close and telling Victoria there’s a lot you can learn from this woman. If he only knew.

Victoria spent the day trailing behind Cassie, who avoided Victoria’s gaze like the plague. Anytime their eyes met or their hands crossed paths, the tension between them pulled tighter.

I’m bagging on Victoria having it, honestly. Her and Cassie match each other’s freaks almost to a fucking T but Cassie, the older woman that she is, still has some shame so she’s not too big on announcing her interests and kinks. Luckily Victoria’s there to just not give a single fuck <3

So while they’re at Trinity and Dennis’ apartment for a little house party Victoria is beckoning Cassie into the bathroom with the scary glint in her eye. Cassie’s apologizing to all the bodies she has to push through and Victoria just grabs her wrist and goes in without a single care about who she’s walking through.

There was technically a line for the bathroom but she just slides right past it, locking the door behind her as she shoves Cassie in.

“Vic, I don’t know what you’re thinking right now,” Cassie tries to warn. “Theres a line of people out the door, we have to be quick.”

Victoria just shrugs as she pushes Cassie against the counter and wraps her arms around her neck. Cassie’s hands immediately find her ass, her fingertips brushing the bare cheek under the mini skirt Victoria has on.

“This is my friends apartment, I can use the bathroom for however long I need,”

Cassie starts to argue back with “Well, I think these are all Trinity’s friends,” but it gets cut off by Victoria pressing their lips together in a haste, immediately gnawing down on Cassie’s bottom lip.

Victoria suckles on her for a moment, a smile forming when she feels Cassie give in and knead at her ass.

“If you’re so worried about the line, then you better be quick,” she whispers against Cassie’s ear. Victoria grabs the arm that’s wrapped around her waist and pulls it forward, nudging her hand along her underwear from under her skirt.

“You’re too fuckin’ much for me, you know that?” Cassie tells her as she wastes no time pushing past the already soaked fabric. Her finger plunges easily into Victoria’s wet cunt, hooking upwards roughly as Victoria lets out a loud moan.

“Babygirl, you gotta be quiet. Someone’s gonna hear you out there,” Cassie tells her. She pushes another finger in, a high pitched squeal erupting from Victoria.

“Sorry, can’t help it,” she tells her breathlessly. “Not my fault you know exactly what you’re doing.”

Cassie chuckles at her compliment, her fingers thrusting quickly in and out of her cunt. She moves the two of them around so Victoria can hold herself up again the bathroom counter. Cassie buries her face into her neck, nipping and sucking at the damp skin above her pulse point.

Victoria moans loudly when Cassie hits the sensitive sponge deep inside of her. “Oh, fuck, Cas,” she whines, one hand stabilizing her against the counter and the other reaching for her shoulder.

“Yeah? Is it good, baby?”

“So good, mommy, so good,”

Cassie groaned against her neck before pulling away to look at Victoria.

“So fucking greedy, you know? Can’t even complain, I just give you whatever you want. You got a house full of people right out this fuckin’ door who could bust in at anytime. That what you want? You want all these people to see how much of a slut you are for mommy’s fingers?”

Victoria nods her head violently. “Mhmm,” she manages.

“‘Course you do. Let’s see how fuckin’ loud you can get,” Cassie shoves a third finger inside of Victoria which prompts an ear piecing moan to be punched from her chest.

“There we go, knew you could do it,”

“Fuck, Cassie, harder please,” Victoria cries. Her head tosses back as Cassie pistons her finger in and out of her soaking pussy.

The lewd noise of skin against skin fills the bathroom, a loud squelching sound following every plap.

“Good, baby? You gonna let them hear how loud you are when you come? You gonna soak my hand too?” Victoria nodded her head fervently, face screwing up in concentrated pleasure.

“Yeah I’m gonna come, fuck, don’t stop,” the grip Victoria had on Cassie shoulder tightened as the white hot heat of her orgasm spread over her in a flash. “Oh, fuck!”

She could hear how wet she got Cassie’s hand, a few drops of her come plopping onto the floor. Cassie didn’t stop moving her hand, not until Victoria smacked her on the shoulder a few times and a weak ‘Cas, please,” fell from her lips.

Cassie slowed her hand to a stop, gently pulling out of Victoria. She gave her a kiss on the cheek before swiping her soaked hand over her jeans.

“Ew, Cassie. There’s a towel right behind you,”

“You’d rather me wipe your cum on the communal hand towel than my own jeans?”

“Yeah, cuz now your jeans are-“

Victoria was cut off by a loud pounding on the door. The two of them snapped their heads towards it as a voice bellowed out, “YO, LOVEBIRDS! You got other people waiting for the bathroom. We know she finished so get the hell out!”

Victorias jaw dropped as Cassie groaned in embarrassment. Victoria quickly closed her mouth as it turned into a smirk, looking at Cassie who had mortification all over her face.

“I don’t know how you convinced me to do that,” the older woman said. Victoria just shrugged as she fixed her skirt. “I’m a very persuasive person,”

Victoria grabbed her hand and opened up the bathroom door. She kept her head high as Cassie lowered hers in shame, the sounds of oohs! and whistles making Cassie face grow red.

They made their way back into the kitchen where the drinks sat, a group of the Pitt crew staring at them in awe.

“Damn, Crash! Didn’t know you had that in you!” Trinity said, raising a cup in her honor. Victoria just looked around nonchalantly and grabbed the first empty cup she saw and poured a heave hand of tequila into it.

She looked up to Trinity and Samira who watched her with a big smile. Mel looked a bit bashful but still had a grin on her face while Dennis avoided eye contact awkwardly.