Adrian heard a knocking at the front door. He cracked his eyes open and squinted into the morning sunlight. It was Saturday, and he had some idea of who could possibly be coming over so early, but he didn't delight in the commotion she was likely to bring, so he groaned and turned over.
The knocking persisted and Emily croaked sleepily, "Honey, will you go see who that is?" Adrian sighed, sat up in bed, and stretched. He knew full well who it was. He rubbed his hand lightly on his wife's naked back for a moment, thinking fondly about the previous night, and then got up to put on his bathrobe.
He smoothed his bedhead over as he descended the stairs to the door. When he opened it, Nat burst inside. "Hey Adrian! Is Elle awake yet?" she asked brightly.
"Nat, it's far too early to be so loud," Adrian complained.
"Sorry, sir, I've been up for two hours now and I'm so bored I'm practically a tree. Can Elle and I play today?"
"I don't know if she's awake right now. Elle had a... long day yesterday." Adrian was a little unsure how to proceed. "You can go up and check on her, but she might not be awake right now. And," he added, "she might need her privacy, so knock before you go into her room."
Nat gave an over-exaggerated salute. "Yes sir!" Then she tromped loudly up the stairs.
Adrian shook his head, wondering how a girl so small could make such a racket. In the back of his mind, he recalled how he had masturbated to her photo in his car the previous day. He felt a little bit self-conscious about his behavior, with her hanging around in person, but at the same time still had to admire her toned, dancer's figure and matching attitude. Today, she was wearing a floral cotton sundress with opaque black tights and chunky black sneakers. On top of her head was a pair of cheap but stylish- enough sunglasses. She disappeared around the corner and Adrian sighed and went to make some breakfast.
Upstairs, Elle became aware of an approaching maelstrom as she was jarred suddenly out of her slumber. Something was corning her way, but she was barely awake enough to comprehend it.
Ignoring Adrian's ground rules, Nat flung open the bedroom door without knocking. "Honey, I'm home!" she shouted.
They heard a muffled shout from Emily's bedroom, "Nat, quiet down! It's too early for that much noise!" Nat grimaced at Elle.
Elle squinted at her friend and then stuffed her pillow over her face, "Go away."
"No way, man," she countered, "I'm bored and my parents made me go outside."
"Well, you're not outside now. Why'd you have to come over here? I'm not even awake yet."
"Cuz I'm booored," Nat repeated. "And it's Saturday. And you're my best friend. And best friends go out on Saturdays!" She kicked off her shoes and jumped onto the bed, crawling close to Elle.
Elle sighed, removing the pillow from her face. A smirk betrayed her annoyance, "Maybe one of these days I'll be able to wake up on my own."
"Elle, if it were up to you, you'd never wake up."
Elle shot her tongue out at her best friend. Nat gave her an air kiss and a wink in return. They both burst into giggles.
When they calmed down, the room got notably quiet. Elle looked away from her friend, blushed, and said, "Well, you should probably leave the room. I need to... get ready."
Nat was indignant. "What? I've seen you get dressed before. Hell, I've helped you!"
"I know, but I don't mean to get dressed. Now I've gotta take care of something first. So I don't pass out again, remember?"
Nat's eyes went wide, "Oooh, right! I can't believe I wasn't thinking about that. Well, don't have too much fun without me," she joked. She left the room and closed the door behind her. Elle loaded up a syringe with the syrup she was supposed to take. She squirted it into her mouth and swallowed. The doctor had said that this would help speed the process along, and right away she felt her head get a little bit fuzzier, her loins warmer. Then it was time to make herself cum so that she wouldn't get distracted and make a fool of herself while she was out with her friend.
Outside, Nat headed toward the stairs, passing by Adrian's and Emily's room on the way. The door was ajar and she slowed and glanced in as she passed. She saw Elle's mom had gotten out of bed and was standing at her dresser in her bathrobe, rummaging through the top drawer. Nat must have been making enough noise because Emily turned to look at her, catching her eye.
"Oh, good morning Nat, how's Elle doing?"
Nat's eyes went wide. Emily's robe was open, showing Nat nearly everything. From her soft, voluptuous, bare breasts, down to the cleft of her vagina, Emily left nothing to the startled girl's Imagination. It's not that Nat hadn't seen naked women before- she had seen her mother, her sister, women on the internet, even Elle-just that she had never seen, or expected to see, Elle's mother particularly so nonchalant about it. In her hands, the older woman held a pair of delicate panties she had picked out for the day.
Nat, embarrassed, tore her eyes away from the sight and walked swiftly down the hall to the stairs. "Uh, Elle seems good," she called back. Her cheeks burned hot as she recalled the sight. That was amazing, she thought.
Once she was downstairs, she padded into the kitchen and slipped onto a stool near where Adrian was mixing up some pancake batter in his own bathrobe. She was glad that his was tied closed. She didn't want to see both of Elle's parents in the buff, especially since Adrian was a male. She realized she was holding her breath and exhaled loudly, startling the man.
"Jesus, Nat, where did you come from?"
Nat giggled, relieved to have some levity to break the tension she was holding in her chest. "From upstairs!"
"I swear, that's the quietest you've been in your entire life, young lady." Nat grinned through squinted eyes, then stuck out her tongue. "How's Elle, kiddo?"
"She's good. Are you making pancakes?"