The MILFs Club: Special Delivery for my Aunt

Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Quicksand

Sophie snapped her head around, staring at Lilly with a mixture of betrayal and disbelief.

"You already fucked him?!" asked Sophie, her voice hitting a high note. "Didn’t we explicitly agree that neither of us would make a move ahead of the other?!"

"But that was a long time ago," stammered Lilly, her cheeks burning crimson as she fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve. "We had already done it before you and I even talked about it."

"What...?!" shouted Sophie, her jaw dropping. "That day in the restroom, you guys actually fucked? I thought you said you only groped each other!"

"So you didn’t tell her how good I made you feel, Lilly?" asked Alexander, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he stepped into the gap between them.

"Shut up, Alexander!" cried Lilly, covering her face with her hands.

"How about we give her a little taste of how we do things?" asked Alexander, his arm flashing out to trap Lilly by the waist before she could bolt.

Lilly froze paralyzed under his touch. With a swift yank, Alexander tugged at the oversized baggy sweater she always wore, pulling it over her head to reveal the explosive curves beneath.

"Your tits are as massive and perfect as always," whispered Alexander, his eyes locked onto her straining bra.

"Oh, so you only like dairy cows then...!" snapped Sophie, crossing her arms tightly over her chest with a pout.

Alexander’s laugh cut short in his throat. He realized he had made the classic mistake of handling a trio—giving immediate preference to one girl instead of remaining perfectly neutral.

"Of course not," said Alexander, quickly pivoting his attention to the class rep. "I adore your body, Sophie. It’s so athletic, tight, and beautiful."

"Oh, so mine is just too big and fat for your taste?" asked Lilly, looking down at herself with a sudden, dramatic sniffle.

Shit, thought Alexander, mentally cursing himself as he looked between the two of them.

He was officially standing in conversational quicksand. If he moved too much to satisfy one side, he would only sink deeper into the disapproval of the other.

"You really are a piece of work, aren’t you?" asked Sophie, a sudden, playful spark replacing her anger as she exchanged a quick, knowing look with Lilly.

"Yeah, he thinks he can just smooth-talk his way out of this," said Lilly, her shy demeanor vanishing as a small, teasing smile crept onto her lips.

The two girls stepped closer together, suddenly turning the tables on him. They weren’t actually furious anymore; they were actively playing a game, using their dynamic to tease and torment his patience.

"Look at him, Lilly," said Sophie, tapping a finger against her chin. "He really thought he had us figured out."

"I know," said Lilly, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she stepped right alongside the class rep, fully embracing the game. "He talks so big about breaking us and being an escort, but the moment we both look at him, he doesn’t even know who to compliment first."

"Hey, I have plenty of compliments to go around," said Alexander, raising an eyebrow as he took a step toward them, trying to regain control of the room.

"Oh, really?" asked Sophie, stepping back just enough to stay out of his reach while giving him a seductive look. "Then tell me, Alexander. If you had to choose right now, which one of us gets the exclusive treatment first? The athletic, tight class rep, or the heavy dairy cow?"

"Sophie!" complained Lilly, her face flushing bright red at the nickname, though she didn’t stop looking at him.

"I’m just using his words, Lilly," said Sophie, laughing as she linked her arm with the librarian’s. "Come on, Alexander. Give us an answer. Or is the great escort suddenly out of words?"

Alexander looked at the two of them, his eyes narrowing as he realized they were deliberately coordinating to keep him on the defensive.

"You both are playing with fire," said Alexander, his voice dropping into a deeper, more dangerous tone.

"Maybe we like the heat," said Lilly, a sudden flash of boldness overriding her usual shyness as she leaned slightly forward, deliberately making her massive chest shift beneath her shirt.

"Exactly," said Sophie, giving him a playful wink. "But until you learn how to handle two women at the same time without digging your own grave, I think the escort is going to stay hungry."

Sophie gave him a slow, mocking wave, her hips swaying deliberately as she began backing toward the classroom door.

"What exactly do you mean by hungry?" asked Alexander, a sharp grin cutting through his frustration as he took a step toward them.

"Figure it out yourself," said Sophie, her eyes flashing with pure mischief.

Before he could close the distance, Lilly suddenly stepped into his path. She reached out, her soft hands sliding flat against his dense chest, leaning in until her massive breasts brushed against his shirt. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her breath warm against his chin.

"We’ll see you around, Alexander," whispered Lilly, her voice a soft, agonizing purr.

She nuzzled his neck for a split second, sending a sudden spike of heat straight to his groin, before she quickly spun on her heel and sprinted out the door right behind Sophie.

"Hey! Get back here!" shouted Alexander, his jaw clenching as he realized they had left him hard and randy in the middle of an empty room.

He didn’t hesitate, bolting out of the classroom after them. He rounded the corner into the main hallway, his eyes locking onto the two girls who were already halfway down the corridor, laughing and looking back over their shoulders at him.

"You’re not getting away that easily," muttered Alexander, quickening his pace to a jog.

But just as he was about to sprint and grab them, the double doors at the end of the hall swung open. Three senior professors stepped out of the faculty lounge, carrying stacks of textbooks and talking loudly blocking the narrow hallway.

Sophie and Lilly slipped past the teachers, giving them polite nods before disappearing around the next stairwell.

Alexander skidded to a halt a few feet away from the instructors. He forced his posture to relax, his fists clenching in his pockets as he put on a calm face. Because it was a public university, he couldn’t just tackle the faculty out of the way or cause a scene without blowing his cover.

"Good morning, Professor," muttered Alexander, his voice tight as he stepped aside to let them pass.

"Good morning, young man," said the oldest professor oblivious to the frustration rolling off the student.

Alexander stared down the empty hallway where the girls had vanished, rubbing the back of his neck as he felt the ache between his thighs.

"Fucking hell," whispered Alexander to himself, a frustrated laugh escaping his lips. "They got me good this time."