Zoya stretched languidly and listened to the sound of pouring rain. The bed was warm, and she was in no hurry to get up. She could hear Nolan in the shower, and pictured him soaping up to wash away his and Emma's cum. It had been hard not to make any noise as she masturbated to them going down on each other. Even after cumming twice, her dreams had been a swirl of intensely erotic scenarios.
Glancing over the edge of the bed, she saw Liam sleeping on his back, one leg sticking out from under his sheet. He clearly had morning wood. She bit her lip and considered waking him up with a surprise blowjob, but then the shower turned off. Nolan would walk out in a minute, and Liam didn't strike her as the kind of guy who appreciated an audience. Too bad.
She rolled over toward Emma, who was facing away from her. The redhead stirred as Zoya spooned her, cupping her breast. She grinned when she felt Emma's nipple stiffen through the satin fabric.
"Good morning, Em," she whispered.
"Mornin', Zee," Emma mumbled, gently brushing Zoya's hand away and sitting up.
"G'day!" Nolan exclaimed cheerfully as he emerged from the bathroom wearing shorts and a t-shirt, still rubbing his hair dry with a towel. "Shame about the rain. What should we do today?"
"Maybe a movie?" Zoya suggested, scooting up to lean against the headboard.
Liam yawned and sat up, resting his elbows on the bed and blinking the sleep from his eyes.
"A movie sounds good to me," Emma agreed. She got up and stepped past Nolan, letting her fingertips brush against his. On her way into the bathroom, she noticed her discarded panties lying on the floor near Nolan's blanket and quickly bent over to pick them up.
Liam made a startled sound. Zoya glanced in his direction to see his eyes practically bugging out of his head. He'd clearly just caught a look at Emma's bare backside. Maybe even a glimpse of her pussy, from how red he was turning.
Zoya cleared her throat, and he shot her a guilty look, realizing he'd been caught peeping. When her only response was to give him a knowing wink, he seemed flustered and busied himself digging for clean clothes in his bag.
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The theater wasn't too crowded, Zoya was pleased to note. The boys had picked some obnoxious big-budget thing with cars and spies. That was fine because she had no intention of watching it. She had her own entertainment planned, and it involved finding seats away from everyone else, including Emma and Nolan.
"Let's sit toward the middle," Nolan announced confidently, already walking with his popcorn.
"We're going to sit up there," Zoya replied, gesturing to the back of the room. Emma grinned and went after Nolan.
"All the way up here?" Liam asked, following her to the last seat in the last row, in the furthest corner of the room. The view of the screen was terrible. No one was sitting anywhere near them.
"Is that alright?" Zoya asked, smiling and adjusting her skirt.
