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The bathroom door clicked shut behind them, the lock engaging with a satisfying snick.
Amanda turned to face Ericka, her heart still racing from their hurried escape.
The dim light of the bathroom cast flickering shadows across Ericka's face, her usual confident smirk replaced by something far more vulnerable desire.
Amanda didn't waste time. She stepped closer, her hands sliding down Ericka's sides, feeling the way she shivered under her touch. "You're so beautiful," Amanda murmured, her voice thick with want. She pressed a kiss to Ericka's neck, feeling her pulse flutter beneath her lips.
Ericka tilted her head back, giving her better access. "Then finish what you started," she breathed, her fingers tangling in Amanda's hair, pulling her back up for another kiss.
Amanda's hands moved faster, hitching up Ericka's dress and sliding her thong to the side. She could feel the heat of her, the wetness, and it made her dizzy with anticipation. She didn't hesitate to line herself up, pressing the tip of her dick against Ericka's entrance before slowly sliding in.
Amanda grinned against her lips, her hand stroking Ericka slowly, drawing a shaky breath from her. "You want this, don't you?" she murmured, her voice low and teasing.
Ericka nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. "Yes. Now, please."
Ericka gasped, her nails digging into Amanda's shoulders as she took her in. "Fuck," she hissed, her voice already trembling with pleasure.
Amanda stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust, before beginning to move. Every thrust was slow, deliberate, drawing out the pleasure. She could feel Ericka clinging to her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Harder," Ericka demanded, biting her lip.
Amanda obliged, increasing her pace, the sound of their bodies crashing together filling the small room. Her hips rolled, her fingers digging into Ericka's soft skin as she drove into her again and again. Ericka's moans grew louder, her head falling back against the vanity.
"Daddy," Ericka gasped, her voice thick with pleasure as she met Amanda's gaze, her fingers tangling in Amanda's hair, bringing their lips together in a mess of tongues and teeth. Amanda groaned, the word sending a jolt straight through her, making her thrust harder, deeper.
"You feel so good," Amanda muttered against Ericka's mouth, her voice rough and broken. "So tight. So fucking perfect."
Ericka could only whimper in response, her body winding tighter and tighter, every slide of Amanda's cock inside her pushing her closer to the edge. She bit down on her lip, but a low, breathy moan still managed to escape as Amanda hit that perfect spot inside her, over and over again.
"Fuck, Amanda," Ericka whimpered.
Amanda's smirk only grew, her hips picking up speed as she leaned in close to Ericka. "You going to be quiet for me, or do you want her to know what we're really doing in here?"
Ericka couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine at the challenge, her body tightening around Amanda as she tried to hold back another moan. "I'll try, but I don't know if I can" she whispered, even as her eyes dared Amanda to make her fail.
Amanda took the dare. Her hand slipped between them, her fingers finding Ericka's clit with unerring accuracy. "You're so close, I can feel it," she murmured, her thumb pressing down in slow, firm circles. "Come for me, baby."
"Oh god," Ericka gasped, her voice muffled but undeniably loud in the small space. Amanda Silicon kissed her neck, trying to swallow the sounds, but Ericka wasn't making quiet about it. "Fuck, Daddy, right there"
"I'm close," Ericka gasped, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wild.
A gentle, rhythmic slap echoed in the bathroom as Amanda moved faster, her thrusts growing more insistent. Each movement drove Ericka's buttons further and further against the counter, the sound of skin on skin and their shared breath filling the air.
Ericka's breath left her in a rush, her hips jerking as she came with a silent scream, her entire body shuddering as pleasure ripped through her. Amanda followed soon after, burying herself deep as she spilled inside Ericka, the grip of her release milking her through every wave.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, bodies pressed together sweat-slicked and trembling. Ericka finally managed a weak laugh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Amanda's back. "Well," she said, her voice still shaky, "I'm pretty sure she knows now."
Samantha's voice carried through the door, the pattern of her footsteps nonchalant as she called out, "You two alright in there? You've been gone a while."
Amanda smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she adjusted their clothes. "We'll be right out," she said, her voice carrying clearly. "Just, uh, finishing up."
Ericka let out a breathless laugh, rolling her eyes as she fixed her hair in the mirror. "Subtle."
When Amanda and Ericka finally reappeared, both looked just a touch too composed. Ericka's hair was smooth but her lipstick had clearly been reapplied, and Amanda's shirt collar sat slightly askew, as though it had been adjusted in a hurry.
Samantha was still lounging at the table, spoon twirling lazily in the remains of her tiramisu. Her lips curved into a mischievous grin the second she spotted them.
"Well," she drawled, "I was starting to think I'd have to send a search party."
Amanda raised her brows, feigning innocence. "We just stepped away for a minute."
"So," Samantha said, spearing a last bite of dessert, "how was that 'finishing up'?"
Amanda shot her a look, but Ericka just leaned back in her chair, all casual confidence. "Enlightening."
Samantha tilted her head, her smirk widening. "Mm-hmm. A minute." She leaned forward conspiratorially, lowering her voice just enough to make Amanda's stomach drop. "Funny thing though... these walls aren't as soundproof as you think."
Ericka froze mid-step, her hand tightening just slightly on Amanda's lower back.
Amanda's heart skipped, her cheeks burning. "And what exactly did you hear?" she asked cautiously, though she already knew.
Samantha's grin was wicked now, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, nothing much. Just Ericka calling you Daddy."
Amanda nearly choked, her face going hot as Ericka stiffened beside her. Samantha laughed outright, holding up her hands as if to wave off the tension. "Relax, relax! I'm not judging."
Then her smirk deepened as she added, "If I'm being honest... it was kinda hot. Made me want to join."
Both Amanda and Ericka froze, stunned into silence, their eyes snapping toward her at the same time.
Samantha held the beat for a moment, enjoying the way their faces shifted from shock to disbelief. Then she burst out laughing, waving her hand dismissively. "I'm just kidding! Oh my god, the looks on your faces, priceless."
Amanda groaned, dragging her hand down her face while Ericka leaned back in her chair, shaking her head with a faint, disbelieving smile.
"You're trouble," Amanda muttered.
Samantha smirked proudly. "And you love me for it."
Ericka finally spoke, her tone cool but edged with humor. "Careful, Samantha. You don't know what you're playing with."
That only made Samantha grin wider, clearly thrilled at how easily she'd rattled them both.
The laughter slowly died down, though Samantha's smirk lingered as she set her spoon aside. "You two are way too easy to mess with," she said, shaking her head.
Amanda shot her a mock glare. "One day, you're gonna push too far and regret it."
"Maybe," Samantha teased, "but not tonight. Tonight I've got tiramisu and front-row seats to the Amanda-and-Ericka show."
Amanda rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. Ericka reached under the table again, her hand brushing Amanda's knee in a calming squeeze before leaning back in her chair, the picture of poise.
For a moment, the three of them sat in a comfortable silence, the city lights glowing through the glass windows, the remains of dinner scattered across the table.
Then Amanda glanced at Ericka, their eyes locking briefly, wordless, loaded. Ericka gave the faintest nod before Amanda straightened, her voice soft but steady.
"Actually, Sam," Amanda began, "there's... something we've been meaning to tell someone. And we decided you should be the first to know."
Samantha's brows shot up, surprise flickering in her expression. "The first?" She leaned forward, curiosity alive in her voice. "Alright, you've got me, what's the big secret?"
Amanda hesitated, glancing again at Ericka, who slid her fingers over Amanda's hand under the table, grounding her.
Samantha's grin turned sly as she tried to guess. "Okay... so you're not moving in, because clearly, that ship already sailed." Her eyes flicked to Amanda with a playful smirk. "Don't tell me you two eloped without inviting me?"
Amanda laughed softly, shaking her head. "Not quite."
Samantha tapped her chin dramatically. "Then what? You're starting a business together? Adopting a puppy?" She snapped her fingers suddenly, her grin wide. "Oh, wait, I've got it. Ericka's pregnant."
The words hung in the air as a joke, but Amanda didn't laugh. Instead, she smiled softly and said, "Well... actually, she is. We just found out."
Samantha blinked. Once. Twice. Then her mouth dropped open. "Wait... what? You're" she turned to Ericka, eyes wide. "You're really pregnant?"
Ericka gave the faintest nod, her usual calm breaking into a small, genuine smile. "Four weeks."
Samantha's hands flew to her mouth as a laugh bubbled out, half-shocked, half-overjoyed. "Oh my god, you two are serious? I was kidding!"
Amanda reached for Ericka's hand, their fingers locking together on the table. "We know. But it's real. And we wanted you to be the first to hear it."
Samantha leaned back in her chair, shaking her head with wide-eyed disbelief. "Holy hell... I don't even know what to say." She paused, then grinned. "Except, wow. Congratulations. That's huge."
Ericka gave a soft chuckle, sipping her sparkling water. "Bigger than tiramisu, I'd say."
Amanda squeezed her hand, her smile glowing.
And for once, Samantha was left speechless, just staring at them with a mixture of awe, excitement, and the tiniest bit of wonder at the secret they'd just let her in on.
Samantha blinked again, still trying to process. "Okay, hold on. Four weeks? Like... four weeks pregnant?"
Ericka nodded, her voice calm but her eyes soft. "Yes."
Samantha leaned back in her chair, fanning herself with her hand. "Wow. Wow. I came here expecting maybe gossip, maybe some drama... not this. This is huge."
Amanda laughed, her hand still laced with Ericka's. "Tell me about it. I almost fell over when she told me."
Samantha's grin widened. "So how are you feeling? I mean both of you. Excited? Terrified?"
"Both," Ericka admitted with a small chuckle. She rubbed her thumb against Amanda's hand under the table, grounding herself. "Excited because it feels right... scared because it wasn't something we planned. But with Amanda? It feels possible."
Amanda's chest swelled at the words. She squeezed Ericka's hand tighter. "Honestly, I couldn't be happier. I didn't think this was something I'd ever get to have... but now?" Her smile softened. "Now I want it all. With her."
Samantha's expression melted, her usual teasing giving way to something tender. "Damn. You two are really doing this, huh?"
Amanda and Ericka exchanged a look, a shared certainty passing between them. "We are," Amanda said firmly.
Samantha let out a laugh, shaking her head. "Alright. So... Auntie Samantha it is, then?"
Amanda grinned. "If you want the title, you've got it."
"Hell yeah, I do," Samantha said, raising her glass. "To you two and to the little one on the way."
Ericka lifted her sparkling water, Amanda clinked her glass of water with hers, and together they toasted.