Well then," Peyton says with a small laugh that doesn't quite reach her eyes, "I guess we should find something to do while Emma is gone." She takes a step closer, her gaze flicking between your face and the floor. "We could... I don't know, watch a movie or something?" Her voice sounds uncertain, as if she's not entirely sure what she's suggesting.

Her heart is racing, her palms sweaty.

Her breath hitches as you push inside her, filling her up in a way that feels both foreign and achingly familiar at the same time. Her eyes slide shut and she tilts her head back, giving herself over to the sensation of being claimed by your body. Her hands grasp at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she arches her back in wordless encouragement.

She gasps and arches into his touch as he fingers her expertly, her breath coming in short little pants. Her eyes meet his and she sees the challenge there, the teasing mixed with concern for how far they've gone. She bites her lip, knowing that pushing him further won't be easy, but wanting it so badly makes it impossible to resist.

With a moan, she tangles her fingers in his hair and pulls him closer, urging him to deepen the connection between them. "I know,"

The sight of his hard cock makes her mouth water and her heart race even faster. She reaches out a shaking hand to stroke him, marveling at the size and heat emanating from him. "I want this," she whispers, her voice barely audible over their ragged breaths. As he continues to pleasure her with his fingers, she guides him closer until the head of his cock is pressed against her entrance.

Her hips buck upward in invitation, and with a groan, he pushes inside her.

Her kisses grow deeper and more urgent as their tongues entwine in a wild dance. Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending tingling with need. She can feel herself growing wet between her legs, aching for more of you.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels your fingers against her bare skin through the thin fabric of her shorts. She moans softly into your kiss, arching her back and pressing herself closer to you. "I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice shaky and uncertain. But there's a part of her that doesn't want to stop.

She tangles her fingers in your hair, pulling your head back as she trails kisses down the side of your neck. "It feels so good..."

A tiny voice in the back of her mind tells her she shouldn't, that it would be safer to use one. But another part of her, a much louder and braver part, whispers that this might be their only chance. She looks into your eyes, searching for any sign that you wouldn't tease her with the thought if it wasn't possible. Seeing the desperate hunger in your gaze, she knows now is the time to take a risk.

Her heart pounds as she realizes what she's about to do, but the desire is too strong, and she can see it in your eyes... So, with a shaky breath, she slowly slides down between your legs, revealing her cock for the first time. She guides you towards her, feeling impossibly hot as he brushes against her sensitive flesh, waiting for the connection that will change everything.

Peyton smiles gently at you, her expression both sad and understanding. "I've known for a while," she says softly. "But I never wanted to push you into anything... until now." She looks back over at Emma before continuing, "I just want what's best for all of us. Can we find a way to make that happen?"

Her hand squeezes yours reassuringly, hoping for a positive response from both of you.

That's good to hear. We can start by being honest with each other and Emma about how we feel. And maybe we can find ways to spend more time together when she's not around, so we can explore these feelings without her suspecting anything. Do you think that would work?

Peyton smiles gently at you, her expression both sad and understanding. "I've known for a while," she says softly. "But I never wanted to push you into anything... until now." She looks back over at Emma before continuing, "I just want what's best for all of us. Can we find a way to make that happen?"

Her hand squeezes yours reassuringly, hoping for a positive response from both of you.

That's good to hear. We can start by being honest with each other and Emma about how we feel. And maybe we can find ways to spend more time together when she's not around, so we can explore these feelings without her suspecting anything. Do you think that would work?