Hot Summer Job/Make sure Carrie isn't angry
Barely able to zip up your jeans with your cock so enraged, you hastily make for the door.
"Carrie, wait..."
Larissa continues to glare at you as you walk towards her, but she's unable to hold her glare and turns away as you reach the doorway. Weird. But you ignore her, turning for the stairs and racing after your target.
"Carrie," you call again, spotting her at the front door. Jogging up to her, she doesn't look at you until you're right in front of her. Even then she continues to ready herself to leave. The only emotion you can read on her face is regret.
"I'm sorry about all that Riley. I... didn't mean to lead you on like that."
She did a lot more than lead you on. "It's okay. I just don't want you to be mad."
Carrie exhales slowly. "I'm not mad. Frustrated, sure, but not mad."
"Yeah," you glance down and weakly gesture at your crotch. "I am too."
She smiles at that. After a bit of hesitation, she leans toward you and nonchalantly places a hand against your bulge, giving you a squeeze through your jeans. "Aren't you though?"
You nod. "So, maybe, we can help each other." You reach out and rub her arm gently, almost trying to coax her to rub your crotch.
"I have to get out of here," Carrie insists, turning back to her bag. "That was too embarrassing with the girls. But," she adds with a pause. "If you can take them to your house later for a sleepover... then maybe we can work out our frustrations."
She practically whispers that to you. She seems to lack the confidence she had before, but at least you know she still wants you.
You just nod again and share a knowing smile with her.
"You're still okay looking after them Riley? I don't want to make you uncomfortable," she says putting on her sunglasses. You're pretty sure she's leaving regardless of your answer.
"No biggie. This stuff happens." You're so full of shit. Has any parent ever blown the babysitter in front of their kids before? No way. This is hella weird now. They're probably ether going to hate you or raise hell for the rest of the day.
"Thank you, Ry. Truly."
Carrie steps forward and gives you a light kiss on the lips, then rushes out the door.
Starting another day at "work", you meander through the kitchen then back into the living room before sitting down nervously on the couch. What are these kids going to say about all that? Kylie was sure enjoying herself, but Larissa looked mortified. You glance repeatedly at the stairs, waiting for either of them to come down.
Ten minutes go by. Twenty. Thirty. You turn on the TV, then turn it off again after flicking through channels aimlessly.
You can't just sit here, can you? You should at least go check on them.