Message-ID: <46755asstr$1077225005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: Jeremy Spencer X-Original-Message-ID: <2004021908095416807%gotothewebsite@asstrorgtosendmemessages> User-Agent: Unison/1.0.2 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2004 08:09:54 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} Love At First Sight (mf,MF,rom) Lines: 4848 Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2004 16:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr Love At First Sight By: Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004 Author's Note: The following is a fictional story. In it, fictional characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex. They live in a fictional world without diseases. You do not. Be careful. All characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing. Now, on to the show! ***** Love at first sight. Say the phrase and many people scoff, claiming it's simply lust disguised as longing. A false sense of belonging. A product of hormones and pheromones in some sort of crazy dance. They say love is more than visual, and of course it is, but still... Talk to the rest of the world, the people who know what love at first sight really is... and you'll get an entirely different response. I am in the second group. Love at first sight exists. Sometimes it even works out. Who was it in my case? It was Emily Hubbard. I saw her for the first time the day I graduated from junior high. She was shy and pretty and pale and beautiful, and I knew I had to get to know her. I knew the boy she was standing with was her brother Kyle, and assumed the two adults off to the side were their parents. I knew Kyle enough to know his name, but aside from that we had probably talked less than a handful of times in our eight years of schooling. That didn't slow me down in the least. "Kyle!" I shouted across the courtyard, drawing some stern looks, no doubt, "we made it!" I reached him as he was closing in the punch bowl, where four or five of his friends had also gathered. "John, right?" he asked, undoubtedly confused as to who I was and why I was so excited to see him. I nodded. "Yep, high school next year. Gotta love that, right?" He gave me a look, but nodded at me. He quickly turned and began talking with his friends, a mob of adolescent boys standing next to the punch bowl. This wasn't going the direction I had hoped, so I played my next card. "Those your parents over there?" I asked, jerking my head toward where his family was standing. Subtlety was never a strong point with me. He looked to where I had motioned. "Yeah... Damn. It's almost time to go." I looked again and they were indeed making the general hurry-up-we-have-to-go-or-we're-going-to-be-late gestures. "What are their names?" I asked, hoping. Hoping he would say... "Do you want to meet them? You could. My dad is the coolest." Turning around, he addressed the group of friends he was abandoning. "You're in charge of the punch, got it? Make sure everyone has a good time." He leered as they gave him knowing looks. It wasn't until that exchange that I saw the thin silver flask being passed from hand to hand, just out of sight of the chaperones. A good time indeed. Distracted, I wondered just how drunk an entire group would get on such a small bit of alcohol, when I noticed Kyle standing there. What was he waiting for? Oh! "Uh... yeah, sure. I'll meet your parents." And your sister! I silently shouted to myself. We walked over to where his parents and sister were standing, a little bit back from the rest of the reception. As we drew closer, I was able to hear Mr. Hubbard, a man I would grow to despise, chastising Emily, although for what I wasn't able to tell. "Now you will not let this happen again. Not today, not ever. Do you understand?" Emily nodded her head. "I didn't hear you, Emily. Answer me when I ask you a question. And look at me. Always look a person in the eye when they're talking to you. Do you understand?" Emily raised her head, and I could see her eyes were puffy from crying. "I understand." "Good. Boys! Congratulations. Kyle, who's your friend? I don't know if we've met." Kyle went through the introductions, and I shook Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard's hands and accepted their congratulations. If they wondered why they were suddenly being introduced to me, after Kyle and I had been in school together for so long, they were tactful enough to not mention it. When it came time to meet Emily, Kyle simply waved his hand and muttered 'this is my sister.' "Emily," she provided, smiling at me and reaching out to shake hands with me. Suddenly my mouth was as dry as a desert. It was all I could do to squeak out a very unmanly "hello," while all the blood rushed to my face. Damn puberty! To my horror, I quickly realized not all the blood was heading north, as a fair amount appeared to be heading straight to my dick. I felt my pants grow tight and my face grow hot as I realized the power Emily already had over me. The simple act of seeing her smile, hearing her voice and feeling her soft hand in mine had given me an erection! Emily giggled, whether from my predicament or the sudden octave shift in my voice, I don't know. Happily she said nothing, and no one else seemed to notice. Suddenly her father turned on her. "God dammit Emily! What did I tell you? I work too hard for this family to stand around empty handed and hungry. Margaret," he added, turning to his wife, "why don't you teach your daughter some responsibility for once? Go get me and Kyle some food." Suddenly the gracious host, he turned back to me, "Did you want anything? John, right? It wouldn't be any trouble." I admitted I'd already eaten a plate, but would be more than happy to help Emily get the food, 'so you and your wife can talk with Kyle.' This got me a funny look and the assurance that Emily would be more than happy to get everything by herself, but before he was finished I shot after her, earning a look of gratitude and a quiet 'thank you,' that I alone could hear. Glancing back I saw Mr. Hubbard and Kyle giving me odd, unsettling looks, but I ignored them. ***** "Thanks." "For what?" "For helping out with the food, and getting me away from my dad. He can be pretty mean sometimes." "It was no problem. I'm glad to help." This again earned me a dazzling smile. If it hadn't been love at first sight, I would have surely been smitten after this. I was awestruck. She and I talked while waiting in line, and I learned she was eleven to my fourteen, and would be starting junior high in the fall. As she talked about her friends, I looked her over more closely and began noticing the small details. A wisp of hair slightly out of place. The way her pony tail covered, but managed to accentuate her long, elegant neck. How when she was listening to me talk she would never look directly at me, instead glancing out of the corner of an eye. How the dress she was wearing, a simple spring dress, hung on her. She was still very much a girl but beginning to blossom into a woman. From the slight bumps of her new breasts to the way the dress curved when it hit her hips, to the way the smooth fabric clung to and accented her round buttocks, I was in love. At least in as much love as a fourteen year old boy can be. As Emily and I were nearing the first table of food, an elderly lady ahead of us suddenly lurched backwards, nearly colliding with the two of us. Emily took a quick hop back, and I put a hand out to steady her. To my dismay, as soon as we touched, I realized that the blood had again rushed to my penis, and when I felt the soft pillows of her ass brush over my crotch, I immediately had a full blown, very embarrassing erection. This time I knew she noticed, as her eyes grew wide in surprise and I saw her quickly glance at me, but there was no outrage in her eyes, only faint amusement. Glancing around to see if anyone was watching, she took her hand and cupped it over my engorged penis, gently squeezing with her fingertips. The feeling was electric, and I involuntarily pushed back, enjoying the illicit contact. Sliding my hand down her back, I eventually let it rest on her hip, sliding up and down as far as the first hint of the swell of her firm ass. I was fascinated with her dress. At first it had appeared to be a simple gray linen material, but as my hand slowly moved over her hip and ass, I could feel it was much smoother, almost like silk. I also noticed the material had a subtle sheen to it, so while I was cupping her buttocks in my hand the color appeared to move from gray to silver to almost black. My heart was pounding and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, but Emily didn't cry out, instead pushing herself closer to me, continuing to rub my still hard cock. Soon enough, however, the line cleared and we quickly pulled our hands away. Before we grabbed plates to bring back to her family, she again looked back and quickly kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, John." She blushed slightly, as I looked down on the top of her head, not sure why she was thanking me. Assuming she was grateful for my help with the food, and that she simply didn't want to cause a scene about my erection, I answered slowly. "Um... no problem... you're welcome." As we walked back to her parents and brother, I heard my name called out and turned to see my parents walking up. I quickly introduced them to Emily, explained what we were doing with the plates, and found out that we were just about ready to go. I walked back with Emily and handed her mother the plate I'd been carrying. I quickly said my goodbyes to Kyle and his seemingly distracted parents, and went back to my mom and dad, and the three of us quickly headed off to our car. As we were driving back through the parking lot, we happened to pass nearby where Emily and her family were standing. I again heard her father, and Kyle too, chastising her about something, the food no doubt. As she turned away from them, tears again filling her eyes, she saw me looking out of the back window of our car. I waved and gave her a smile. She gave me a small wave, blew a kiss my direction and turned back to her father. That was the last I saw of Emily for seven years. ***** Like for many kids, high school was pretty much a blur. I remember the first day of school, finding out that Kyle's family had moved out of state a couple weeks after graduating middle school, and of course that meant that Emily was also gone. No one I knew was good enough friends to even know where they had moved, so Emily, at least for me, was gone forever. I don't know what I was thinking would have happened, even if they'd stayed. Kyle and I were not that close as friends, and I don't know how long I would have lasted pretending to be buddies, if it was only to be around Emily. And because of our age difference, we wouldn't share a school building until my senior year. I'd be eighteen, and she would be fifteen. So I convinced myself it was for the best, although I never stopped thinking about her. In addition to the first day of school, and the sadness at learning Emily had moved away, I also remember the last day. The excitement, the anxiety, and more than anything the elation. It was almost beyond my comprehension that I would no longer have to sit in a homeroom class, or be forced to attend study hall, or take all the stupid classes "they" thought I should take, in order to be a well-rounded individual. In between though, it was a lot of late nights, studying just enough to get by with grades my family would accept, and good friends. Mostly good friends. I was not, and never have been a womanizer, and because of the sudden disappearance of Emily from my life, I believe I shied away from dating even more. I had good female friends, and we would hang out, and on one memorable February in the middle of a snowstorm, I had my virginity willingly ripped away from me by a good friend. We were doing each other a favor, and it was most definitely nothing to write home about! But I had a good solid support system in place, and they were kind enough to mostly ignore me when I pined for the girl that got away, and gentle enough to not pressure me when I decided drugs and alcohol were not for me. I was young and carefree and one day in June, I became my own free self. So what did I do, to show my newfound independence? What did I do, now that I was free of any education requirements? Absolutely correct... I went to college. I didn't have much of an idea what I was going to do with my life, only that it would be noble and important, probably dangerous, and would undoubtedly lead me to fame and fortune, piles of money, respect and love. Obviously the hubris of the young. But off to college I went. My nod to my parents' wishes was to attend a four-year school, instead of a 2-year technical or vocational institution. It would mean more money on tuition, but they were chipping in and they felt it important to receive a liberal arts education. Again with the well-rounded line of crap. College also started out similar to high school. My first semester I met my best friend Caleb, and his girlfriend Mary. They were a sweet couple, and constantly badgered me, good-naturedly of course, about my seemingly celibate and woman-free lifestyle. I swore it was by choice, and for the most part it was, but in the back of my mind I was still nagged by the thought of fifteen minutes I'd spend with a pre-teen more than four years ago. I couldn't get Emily out of my head. But I kept busy, involved in extra-curricular activities, which is where I met Stacey. ***** Stacey and I met our second semester in an introductory music class required of all liberal arts students. I'd had some music background before, but Stacey hadn't, and as luck would have it she needed tutoring, and I volunteered. We became good friends, and started dating later that spring. Nothing serious for either one of us. I refused to commit myself emotionally, and she claimed to have a high school boyfriend back home. We were exclusive enough that it was comfortable for each of us. We were a ready companion, so neither of us felt any pressure to find a date for the big event, but we were always friends first, so there were no hard feelings if something didn't pan out. We kept in contact during the summer, something I'd never done before, never having had any kind of pen pal through my growing up years. When our sophomore year started we picked up as we'd left off. Comfortable enough in our own skins to be there for each other, without being needy or pushy. As Thanksgiving came around we found that we were very much in the minority on campus, most of the student population having gone home for the long weekend. I was in the middle of a falling-out with my parents and had no desire to live with them, even for a long weekend. I was tired of my mom telling me everything she thought I should be thankful for, while my dad sat and glared at me over his newspaper, so I stayed on campus. Stacey would have loved to go home, but her on-campus job wasn't providing enough hours or money for much spare cash, and she was unable, and her family unwilling, to buy a plane ticket to the opposite coast, for a simple two day vacation. So as it happened, the two of us, along with a couple athletes, had the entire dorm to ourselves. In a way it was nice. We enjoyed each other's company and for that I could truly give thanks. On the big Thursday we tramped through the snow to the dining center, which was thankfully open over the holidays. While I'm not sure the original pilgrims ate a meal of turkey loaf, mashed potato flakes and processed cranberry sauce, the meal was a passable facsimile of what I'd grown up eating on Thanksgiving, so I was happy. After stuffing ourselves, Stacey and I planted ourselves on the couch in my suite. As is now customary, Thanksgiving marks the official first day of Christmas season, so there was plenty of holiday entertainment to watch. "Miracle on 34th Street" was first, and then "It's a Wonderful Life." As soon as the film started, I began thinking of Emily. In the movie, as everyone knows, James Stewart plays a man who falls for Donna Reed, a girl barely a woman when George Bailey is home from college. I thought of where Emily might be now, and how old she'd be (I was 20 so she would be 16 or 17), and then immediately got mad for not letting her go. Stacey must have felt my mood shift, and commented on it. "Are you okay John? You seem a bit out of sorts." "I'm fine, it's just sometimes the holiday... you know." Not my best lie, but hopefully effective. "Yeah, me too. I hate being alone, but this year we have each other, right?" She smiled hopefully at me. "Yep, that's right," I agreed. I smiled back and she slid down the couch beside me and buried her head in the crook of my arm, which had been thrown up over the back of the sofa. Seeking to comfort her I brought it down around her shoulders, giving her a quick squeeze. As we watched the rest of the movie, and as George's angel finally got his wings, I realized that her hand, which had squeezed mine, was still in my lap and was moving in lazy circles on my upper thigh. I also noticed for the first time that as she burrowed into me for warmth, Stacey was thrusting her tits into my chest, and thru our thin t-shirts, I could feel the nipples quite clearly and wondered if indeed she was wearing a bra. The moment I thought this my cock sprung to action, and it wasn't long before Stacey noticed. With her proximity as a start, and since we'd both changed into sweat pants and t-shirts after lunch, there was little I could do to hide my arousal from her. "Mmmm... someone's a bad boy. Aren't you?" She giggled at my discomfort, but I knew she was playing. "Guilty as charged, ma'am. I do apologize if I have offended," I offered my most humble apology, all the while grinning and blushing madly. "There's no reason to be sorry, John. I like it." With that her hand, already dangerously close to brushing against my balls as she drew her lazy circles in my lap, slowly rubbed my hard member. Without conscious thought I pushed my cock upward, pressing it more fully into her hand, which she closed gently as she started a slow up and down motion. "No reason to apologize at all. I think I may be a bad girl before this is over." Feeling a bit uncomfortable, as the two of us had never behaved this way before, I took my arm from around her shoulder and pulled her chin towards me, so we were looking at each other. Seeing only a deep longing in her eyes, one which I'm sure mirrored my own, we silently nodded and leaned in close. We made love together for the first time on the couch, and it was as if I was sitting above, watching us as we kissed and touched and moaned our desires. Like every first kiss in my life it is always a brilliant surprise when my lips touch another's. This was no different. Even before the kiss my lips began to tingle and I could feel them swelling a bit, as blood rushed where it is needed. I felt Stacey's breath on my face as we neared each other, each exhalation prodded me on as my own pulse quickened. Finally we touched and there was the familiar charge of electricity, made even more arousing, as her hand was still stroking my erection. We kiss deeply, tongues touching and playing, until we have to breathe. When we break the kiss, our breathing is rapid and ragged. I can still feel her hand on my cock and the other on the back of my head, drawing me in for another kiss, but I need to explore. With one hand I gently pull her t-shirt from the elastic band of her sweats and pull it tight. I can easily see the outline of her nipples, still unsure whether they're contained in a bra, but when she leans in again for a second kiss, I feel them push against my chest, the little pebbles burning hot, even through our clothing. Finally I reach under her shirt and my hand begins its slow journey up her body. I begin by splaying my fingers out and gently caressing the skin between her sweat pants and her belly button. I can feel silky soft hair, and as I tease it can feel her abdomen twitch in response. I lean down to kiss her breasts through the shirt as my hand gently pushes up the front of her body. I move until I feel the back of my hand lightly brushing against the bottoms of her breasts, and begin sliding against the tender flesh. She is wearing a bra, but it feels smooth and soft, like her skin, and is hardly constraining her. "Ohh," she moans into my neck, "keep touching me like that. It's been so long, and you're so gentle." Feeling my passion peak, I suddenly pull my hand from under her shirt, ignoring her whimper of disappointment, and reach both hands around her back. Grabbing at the sway of her hips, I pull her on top of me, her legs straddling mine, and I find that her tits are now easily accessible to me. Still waiting her to stop, I look once more into her eyes. "Is this what you want?" I ask. "Oh God, yes," With that I slowly start pulling her shirt over her head. Realizing she will need to relinquish her grip on my cock, she releases it and pulls my own shirt off as well. I see her bra now, and as I draw her close for another kiss, I toy with the thin straps, running my fingers under and around, but never quite touching what she wants touched. Finally I give in and pull the straps off her shoulders, baring the smooth skin underneath, and touch my tongue and lips to her shoulder. Her skin is hot to the touch, and I can see the moisture left behind from my kisses quickly evaporate. She is more incessant now, rubbing my cock more quickly, and I worry about lasting, so I gently pull her hands away and put them around my neck. Leaning towards her, I lower my head and make love to her tits. First with my hands and then alternating between the two, teasing and nipping at her nipples until both pink buds stand tall, engorged with blood and more sensitive to my touch. Finally, groaning with the sensations, she pushes me away and stands up, quickly pulling off her sweats and panties. I can see she is already moist, and the hair around her pussy is beginning to mat from her secretions. I realize I can smell her, more clearly than I've ever smelled a pussy before. Tart, earthy, the scent goes to my head and I lean down to swipe her slit with my tongue, dragging up as much of her slick lubricant as I am able. She shudders with the contact and quickly kneels to help me remove my sweats and shorts. In the position she's occupying, when my shorts finally clear my erection, my cock bounces once or twice, nearly hitting her cheek. I try not laugh at her surprise, but she sees the look on my face and giggles anyway. We look at each other, naked and exposed. The desire must be painfully evident on our faces. "You're beautiful." "So are you." Sitting back on the couch, I position myself near the edge and lean far back. She carefully sits down on me, trapping my cock between our bodies, and we lean in for another kiss, grinding our bodies together, enjoying the hot feeling of her skin touching mine. My hands, which until now had concentrated on her breasts, slid around back and down to her ass, each hand grabbing hold of one wonderfully soft cheek. As we continue to push against each other, I can feel our bodies begin to grab hold of a rhythm, as we mimic the act without being joined. Bringing one hand from her ass to her front, I began playing with her slit, gathering moisture from the bottom of her pussy from behind and passing it up to the front thru her legs to my waiting hand. I slowly drop my hand through the crevice between her cheeks, gently dragging a fingernail over the pucker of her ass. She gasps at this, but only thrusts harder at my hand, causing my finger to go partially inside her tight hole, causing her to shudder in pleasure. "Oh God, that feels so good. Keep touching me. Keep touching me." I continue pleasuring her hot pussy, dragging her own moisture through the labia and coating her clit with her juices. She is beginning to lose herself to the pleasure now, and her movements and breath become less controlled and more ragged. Knowing she is close, I grab her by the hips and lift her up. It's obvious she is ready for me, so with a nod from her, I position the distended lips of her cunt over the dripping head of my cock and let her guide herself down. Mewling with contentment, she begins riding my cock, up and down in my lap. I continue to hold her by the hips, tweaking her nipples as they range into my view. I can feel her thrusts getting more and more anxious and know she is close. Suddenly she grabs hard around my neck and pulls me close. I first feel a rush of new juices coating my cock and balls, and then the inside of her cunt flutters against my shaft, nearly bringing me to my plateau. As she comes down, limp in my arms, I lower us to the couch, and we lie together, face to face, her legs intertwined with mine. Giving her time to relax, I wipe her damp forehead. "Stacy, I need to turn you around now." Not waiting for a response, I pivot her in place, the cheeks of her ass now fully encasing and caressing my cock, still wet with her juices. Lifting her right leg, I reach for the point of our joining, and slip back inside. I take my time now, slowly sliding in and out, enjoying the sensation of softly pushing against Emily's soft ass cheeks, and I look over her shoulder and watch as, with each thrust, her breasts quiver from the movement, and her mouth opens slightly. I can hear a low moaning coming from each time I withdraw my cock, and small sound of contentment every time I fill her up again. We go on like this, slow but insistent. Feeling my own imminent release, I pick up the pace on my thrusting. I can feel her arousal growing around me, and as I draw close, I reach around and grab a breast with each hand, feeling her hot nipples in the palm of my hand. I thrust again and again, and finally all my nerves, my entire being is focused in the seven inches inside her hot pussy, and suddenly I am gone. I spurt rope after rope of sticky semen inside her and slowly the pressure drops and my explosion slows and dies. I stay hard in her as long as I am able, and she works in inner muscles to keep me aroused, but finally I grow limp enough that I pop out of her warm sheath. Quickly, before we stain the couch, I grab my t-shirt and put it between our bodies to catch and wipe off our combined juices. We shift around to get more comfortable, me on my back and Stacey leaning against me, one beautiful leg thrown up over mine, so I can still feel the furry hairs on her mound brushing against my leg. I gently caress her back and bottom as we slowly drift away towards sleep. ***** The next morning was uncomfortable, to say the least. I awoke to the unfamiliar feel of another person sharing my bed, and slowly the afternoon came back to me. I smiled at the memory. "What?" a voice beside me asked. I started, and quickly looked at Stacey. She was awake and had propped herself up on one elbow. The sheet had slipped down her torso, exposing her breasts. I reached out and slowly filled my hand with her pliable flesh, enjoying the heat and feel of her. "I was just thinking that I hope this wasn't a big mistake. I enjoyed it too much for it to be wrong." "Mmmm... no mistake here. Keep touching me like that." She took her free hand and threw off the rest of the bedding, revealing our nudity. Kissing the tips of her breasts, I slowly worked my way down her body, tonguing her belly button and drawing a throaty laugh from her. Nearing her sparse bush, I pushed my chin town hard into the top of her mound, drawing a sharp breath from her as she began heating up, and lightly kissed the pale skin of her abdomen. I continued my journey south. "No. Stop. We need to talk." I looked at her in mild surprise. It wasn't totally unexpected, though. I knew there were many things we would have to discuss at some point. I was just surprised it was while I was eating her out. "Please... stop now before I... oh God. Stop. Stop!" I stopped licking her clit long enough to pout at her, before getting off the bed and offering a hand to help her up. Still naked, she sat on the edge of the bed, trying to look prim and proper, and for the most part succeeding. She sighed and looked up at me. "What happened last night?" I must have had an odd look on my face, as she continued. "No, don't get me wrong, I loved it. It was wonderful, but where do we go from here? Are we friends anymore? More than friends?" I knew exactly how she felt. "I know. It was unbelievable. No one has made me feel like that since... since a long time ago. But you're right, if last night ends up coming between us, I'd regret it. I love you as a friend, and don't want that to change." "Can we be more?" She looked scared now, more a little girl than the woman I knew her to be. "I've always felt like we belonged together, and last night... wow." I nodded, I felt the same way. She brightened immediately and hopped over to where I had propped myself up in the doorway. She leaned in for a good morning kiss. Our tongues again played together while my hands grabbed her ass, squeezing the meaty flesh, before she put a hand on my chest and pushed herself away, grinning. "Nope, none of that this morning. You need to ask me out on a proper date first! What kind of girl do you think I am, anyway?" She laughed at the expression of disbelief on my face. "Besides, I really need a shower." ***** During the next days and weeks and months, Stacey and I saw more of each other. Intellectually, I realized it was silly to hold a place for a girl I'd known, years before, for half an hour, but it still felt strange to me, as Emily, or at least my idealized memory of her, was very important to me. Stacey and I had much in common. Our love for music, politics, literature. Our love for each other. Things were looking up for me, for us, and I had never been happier. The summer after our sophomore year was wonderful. Her father had taken a new job, one that involved more money and less travel, and everyone had moved to a town within fairly easy driving distance of school. So I spent a large chunk of my free time traveling between college and her parents' place. I had a job near campus that paid for my new apartment while allowing me to save some spending money, and while my week was spent slaving over a chopping board and grill in the kitchen of a small family restaurant favored by locals, my weekends were spent with Stacey. It was 4th of July weekend, and this year the holiday fell on a Saturday, and somehow I'd been fortunate enough to have an entire four days off in a row, leaving my hair net and apron behind until the following Monday. Stacey didn't know I was coming, and neither did her parents, so it was a big surprise to them when I pulled my car into their driveway at around one o'clock in the afternoon the day before the big celebration. "John!" Stacey shouted, and jumped off the porch into my arms. "What are you doing here so early? I thought you worked today. What happened?" "I'm not really sure," I answered truthfully. "I showed up for the lunch shift and Mac met me at door, asking if I had someplace better to be. I told him I was planning on visiting you this weekend, and he told me to take off, my shift was covered." "That is so cool. Wait 'til my parents see you're here early." She ran inside, and soon the whole family was gathered at the door. Her younger brother grabbed my suitcase and carried it into "my" room, and I greeted her parents. "What do you youngsters have planned this evening?" her father asked. "Me and the little lady are heading into town to the dance at Legion Hall, and little Andrew is spending the night with his cousin and will meet us tomorrow afternoon in the park and we'll watch the parade together. Stacey and I looked at each other. I don't know what she was thinking, but the only thought going through my head was 'empty house empty house empty house' and by the look on her face, she must have had similar thoughts. "Um. If it's okay with you guys, I think John and I might just hang around the house this afternoon. It's not a long drive from school, but I'm sure John's not interested in hopping back in a car right away." I nodded gratefully to her and she gave me a smoldering look I'm glad her parents didn't see. "So, we'll probably just watch TV downstairs, and maybe cook some steaks out on the grill, if you wouldn't mind." Her mother nodded once. "I think that would be lovely. Honey," she said, looking at Stacey's father, "did you want to take Andrew now? We could do a little shopping in town." She looked over to where Stacey and I were standing, arms around each other. "Give these two a little space?" Her father got a little grin and nodded. "I think that would be fine. Andrew!" he shouted into the house, "get your stuff together. Your mom and I are almost ready to drop you off. Scoot!" Thus said, he turned and headed to the garage. "Now, you kids have fun tonight. If you decide to grill, be careful with the coals. It's been a real dry summer, and I don't want you lighting any fires, understand?" She saw our looks of understanding and then she too headed off. We heard her call for Andrew once more as the screen door closed behind her. Soon enough, the rest of the family was off to various destinations, and Stacey and I were left alone for the next seven or eight hours. I hoped we could find something to keep ourselves busy. Unfortunately, it wasn't readily apparent where she had gone. "Stacey... where'd you go?" I called downstairs but heard no response. Thinking she may have gone to her room I checked down the hallway, but found no one. As I was about to head up the stairs, I saw a flash of motion off to the side and suddenly a squirming, naked Stacey was in my arms. "Hey Lover," she said breathlessly, kissing me roughly and making my lips tingle and my mind go temporarily numb. Through my cotton pullover I could feel her breasts pushing against my chest, and the subtle grinding of her cunt against my thigh had my cock instantly hard. "Hey yourself." I brought my hand down in a slap against her ass cheek. "You're a bad girl again. I couldn't find you." She pulled herself out of my arms and pouted, putting on a contrite air. "I'm sorry. If you give me another chance, I promise you I'll be good." "How good?" I asked, grinning. "Mmmm... very good." She giggled a little and batted her eyes at me. Gently pulling on her own nipples, she gasped slightly at the sensations she was causing. "But maybe just a little bad." "I like that. Come here." I held my arms open to her, but she quickly spun away and ran down the hall. "Nope. You have to catch me first!" She ran into her parents' room, laughing. "I promise not to make it too hard." She flopped onto the bed and brought her left hand up to a breast, running her fingertips lightly over her hardening nipples, while her other hand dipped softly into the obviously moist folds of her pussy. Quickly pulling off my shirt and pants, my cock tenting my shorts, she dropped to her knees. "Ooh... I can see I already made it hard. Don't move." Slipping off the edge of the bed, Stacey dropped to her knees in front of me and swiped her tongue the length of my tumescent cock, nibbling on the head. Looking up at me, she blushed. "I've been trying this on my own, but I don't know if I can yet." Saying this, she opened her mouth and tried to inhale me. Gagging a bit as the crown of my cock touched the back of her throat, she coughed and quickly backed her head away. "Almost," she said with a grin. "Let's try again," and down she went. She tried for almost five minutes, alternating long licks with her flat tongue with short kisses around my shaft and balls. Reaching around me she stuck her right index finger up my ass, teasing my prostate and making me even harder, if possible. "Mmm..." was all she could get out as her lips and tongue attacked me again, drawing a gasp and several small moans, before I jerked away, not wanting to cum too soon. Pulling her to her feet, I kissed her hard on the mouth, tasting myself on her lips and, dropping my hand to her pussy, slowly inserted a finger. Finding her already dripping wet with desire, I spread the slick oils around her cunt and added a second finger. Enjoying the sounds she was making as her passion rose, I jabbed into her again and again, feeling the muscles in her pussy clamping around my invading digits, trying to hold them in place. I felt the suction as she tried to keep them trapped within her fluttering walls, the groan as they slipped out of her tight slit, and the moan of appreciation when I quickly thrust into her, rubbing the heel of my hand against her erect clit, peeking out from under its hood of skin. Quickly her movements became shaky, and aware that her orgasm was immanent I increased my pace, at last being rewarded with a torrent of juices coating my hand. Gasping she threw her arms around my neck, drawing herself close for another hot, passionate kiss. I kept my hand moving in her pussy, feeling her body come again to the brink, and pushed her over with a quick flick of my thumb on her clit. I felt her legs turn to jelly and slowly lowered her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. As she recovered, she looked at me shyly. "It's never been like this with anyone before. I feel alive with you, it's incredible." She blushed now, "you bring out the wild woman in me." I grinned at her. "And the bad girl? Is that my fault too?" "Nope. She's all me." Laughing, I pulled her down to the bed. With a little start, I realized where we were. Sitting up I asked, "do you want to go to your room? This is your parents' bed, you realize?" Now she laughed at me. "Who cares? My room is just down the hall. Trust me, as often as I hear them fucking at night, they won't notice anything different!" "They'll notice if we're still going at it when they get back, though, so let's get to it." "Ooh... I like your ideas, mister." Grabbing me by the ears, she pulled my face to hers. As our tongues got reacquainted with one another, my hands weren't idle, grabbing at her tits. I could feel the blood pumping again to my penis, which had become somewhat soft while we talked. She felt it harden as it poked against her hip and pulled away from me. "Before, I almost got you down my throat. You want me to give it another shot? My mom always says if you don't succeed, try and try again." She gave a coquettish smile as she leaned down to once again attempt to suck my cock as deep into her mouth as possible. "Uh uh," I admonished "I have a better idea." Guiding Stacey to her back, I slipped between her legs and found myself face to face, so to speak, with her hot pussy. Smelling the arousal on her, I licked the length of her dripping slit, gathering her moisture on my tongue and using it to further lubricate her. Concentrating first on her outer lips, I nipped at them with my teeth, gently probing my tongue as far into her tight hole as I could, all the while stroking the soft white insides of her widespread thighs with my hands. Digging in with my tongue I felt, rather than heard, Stacey's moans of arousal, as she had clamped her thighs around my head so tightly it became hard to breath, much less hear. Quickly bringing her to a small climax, I pulled my head away from her boiling cunt, and quickly rolled her over to her tummy. Grabbing a pillow from the head of the bed, I slipped in under her hips, presenting me with the beautiful picture of her sparsely haired pussy peeking between the soft curves of her ass. Grabbing my now fully erect cock, I swiped the head through the bottom of her slit, drawing groans from both of us. Finally I could hold off no longer, and plunged my full length completely into her tight pussy, bottoming out and delighting in the feel of her soft ass cheeks as I rested for a moment. Drawing a deep breath for control, I started plunging into the tight heat of her pussy. Groaning, Stacey raised herself to her elbows, and turned her head to look into my eyes. "Faster, dammit. I need it hard right now. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can!" Hearing her panting in need almost drove me to the edge right there, but I concentrated and managed to not spurt my seed into her immediately, and attempted to follow her request. More quickly now, I bucked my hips and savagely thrust my cock into her, again and again. I pulled out until just the head of my cock rested inside her pulsing sheath, before plunging back down, drawing groans of pleasure from both of us. I knew that at this pace neither of us would last long, which was fine with me, and thought Stacey wanted it that way too. Reaching around, I grabbed both of her swaying tits with my hands and roughly teased the cones of flesh, pulling and twisting the nipples until she squealed. Releasing one of her breasts from my grip, I reached further forward, slipping a finger into her panting mouth. Feeling her tongue toying with my finger, sucking on it like a tiny cock, was almost enough to bring me off, but I had other plans. Once my finger was sufficiently wet, I pulled it out and in one quick stroke, imbedded it completely in her anus. She bucked once in surprise and her head whipped around to stare at me. "You fucker! Fuck me with your finger. Jam it up my ass. Oh God, I'm coming again!" Realizing she was indeed close to coming, I matched the pace of my cock with the finger in her ass, and soon felt both her holes spasm around me, flooding my cock with more lubricants, although her pussy was still as tight as it had ever been. Feeling myself close to the brink, I pulled my finger out of her ass and grabbed both hips with my hands, speeding the pace of my cock. Thrusting half a dozen more times, I again felt my world concentrate on my cock. I felt my balls contract, sending the sperm rushing up my shaft and out of my cock, coating the insides of her pussy. Spurt after spurt shot out of me, until I was spent, and collapsed onto her back. ***** In order to most efficiently clean up her parents' room, we decided to split the duties. We quickly stripped the sheets off the bed, and Stacey ran them downstairs to the laundry room. I picked up all our assorted clothes and deposited them in our respective rooms. Back in her parents' room, I opened the windows to help circulate the air, which was thick with the combined musks of our arousal, and decided that a quick spray of room freshener wouldn't hurt. Satisfied that our tryst wouldn't be readily apparent I closed the door, reminding myself to go back later and close the windows, and met Stacey in the kitchen. Walking up behind her, I pressed myself to her back, surrounding her body with my arms and gave her a tight hug, cupping her chest and enjoying the weight of her breasts in my hands. Not wanting to get her worked up again, I broke the embrace and stepped away. "Dinner?" I looked at her hopefully. In truth, I hadn't eaten since breakfast, some nine hours before, and I was starved. "Humph. Typical male," she snorted, swatting my arm with a dish towel. It was then I noticed what she had been doing, as I finally saw the plate of steaks and an aluminum pouch which must have been filled with fresh vegetables. "Ah, Stacey, you're a doll, you know that?" Kissing the back of her exposed neck, I let my hand rest on the swell of her hip. "You truly know the way to a man's heart." She laughed, wiggling her ass under my fingers. "Right. Is it the food or my pussy you like so much?" she asked me, teasing. "Both of them. All of it, it's more than just that. You're wonderful." She beamed at me. "Now, let's get the steaks on the grill." "Yes sir!" she mock saluted me and we quickly marched out to the grill and started the coals. As we waited for them to burn down to white hot embers, we sat together on a piece of deck furniture and shared a beer Stacey had stolen from her dad's stash. Turning and looking at me, Stacey gazed into my eyes. "Do you know what you do to me? No one has ever made me feel this way before. I nodded. "I know. I feel like a better person when I'm with you." I leaned in and whispered into her ear, "and you know I love your pussy." She squirmed a bit in the chair, grinding her pussy against my hardening cock. "You certainly do say all the right things." We sat there a little longer, just enjoying each other's company, until the coals were ready. As we watched the steaks cooking, we again melted against one another in the chair. Finally dinner was ready, and it was just as I liked it. Hearty, simple and delicious. There wasn't an awful lot of cleanup to this meal, and soon we were relaxing on the couch, watching a little television. One thing let, as it often does, to another, and soon we were at each other like animals, grasping at various body parts, and thrusting our own together. As we were reaching the point of no return, Stacey suddenly got off the couch and ran down the hallway, yelling behind her, "stay there. I'll be right back!" I waited a few seconds until she returned, holding a tube of something and a bath towel. She swatted my arm gently. "Get up for a second." I did, and she quickly spread out the towel on the couch. "Wouldn't want to explain any unsightly stains," she joked. I started shucking my clothes as quickly as possible, and sat there in rapt attention as she did a slow strip tease in front of me. I felt my cock harden at her seductive show, and she noticed too, as I saw her glance down at my lap and smile in approval. Finally naked in front of me, she dropped to the ground in front of me, inhaling my cock. I felt myself slide in almost to her tonsils, and groaned at the hot, wet sensations running the length of my prick. Then, with a sudden jerk I felt myself slide further, and I was completely in her mouth, her nose resting against my pubic hair and my balls laying against her chin. I heard her make a grunting noise which I took to be a sound of triumph, that she'd finally deep-throated my cock, and then her tongue began to move against the underside of my shaft. Alternating between gentle licking and hard sucking, Stacey quickly brought me off, and I shot my load down her throat. She continued her assault on my softening prick and almost had me hard again, when I gently pulled away from her mouth. "Enough," I groaned. The sensations were too much and my cock too sensitive to continue. "That was wonderful, but why the hurry to get me off? We have plenty of time." I looked at her inquisitively. She blushed a little. "Um... I wanted you to cum now so you'd last longer. I want to try something different tonight and don't want you quite so... trigger happy." I noticed again the tube she had brought in with her, getting an inkling of what she wanted. Glancing at her and raising an eyebrow to her, she grinned. "I've always wanted to try it up my ass," she explained. "I found the lube in my dad's sock drawer and thought now would be a good time to try it." "And don't I get a say in this? Who says I want to stuff my cock up your dirty hole?" She knew I was joking though. The quivering mass of my cock protruding from my lap made it difficult to pretend otherwise. "You're a guy. No explanation needed," she laughed. "Yep. Guilty." We broke into laughter, stopped only when she reached for the thin tube and uncapped it. Squirting some of the gel into her hand, she turned away from me so I could watch as she spread it around the rim of her sphincter. Unprompted, my cock jerked once as I saw her insert her finger deep inside her anus, spreading the lubricant deep inside herself, giving me a slippery path to plow. "You have to go slow," she commanded, spreading lube around the head of my prick and down the shaft. She handed a condom to me and I rolled it on, understanding what I might run into in her ass. Again she warned me, "I've never had anything bigger than a finger up my ass, and you're a lot bigger than that!" "I'm not that big," I said. "You're big enough for me," she replied. "It's going to be slow going and if you go too fast it's going to hurt, so go slow, okay?" "Promise," I said, crossing my heart with a finger. I was serious though, and she knew it. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. Taking a deep breath, she climbed onto the couch beside me. Spreading her legs and cocking her hips so I could see her crinkled hole winking at me, she began playing with her pussy. Getting her own juices going, she began spreading her natural lubricant around her ass, further adding to the slickness already present. After a few minutes, although it seemed longer to my throbbing dick, she was satisfied, and with another admonition to take things slow, she pulled me close. My first thrust, by habit, almost went into her sopping pussy. She moaned into my ear at the contact. "God that feels good, but that's not where I want you right now. Try lower." I did, and found a nearly impenetrable wall of resistance. I tried once more, attempting to slowly force my way past her tight barrier, but to no avail. Groaning with the effort, I told her, "you're going to have to relax somehow, I'm getting nowhere here." She nodded, her face tight with effort, and I felt her body as it noticeably relaxed, but wasn't sure it her relaxation carried through to her ass, not normally used to giving entrance to anything, much less my hard-on. Suddenly, her tight muscle relaxed and I felt a new kind of tightness envelope the head of my cock as I slipped past the ring of her sphincter, feeling the blood circulation nearly cut off. We both groaned at the new sensation. Stacey was practically quivering with the effort underneath me, and I stopped my forward movement to give her time to adjust. Stroking her back and thighs, I tried soothing her with my touch. "It will be okay," I said, hoping I was right. "I'll take all the time you need." Stacey nodded gratefully, still breathing heavily. We rested for a few moments, as Stacey got used to the invader in her anus, while I was suddenly grateful for the blowjob minutes before, as I surely would have shot my load already, if not for the added control. I was jolted back from my reverie when I felt her hips start to slide beneath me, pushing back against my cock. "Start moving," she gasped, "I'm ready for more." Not wanting to hurt her more than she was already, I put steady pressure into her, and felt my cock slip another inch into her tight heat, thankful for the lube she had applied to both of us. Again I stopped as I felt her tight walls compress around my cock, waiting for her spasms to subside. Hoping to provide her with some amount of pleasure I reached underneath her and began stroking her pussy, finding her hand already there, busily frigging her clit. We diddled her in tandem, and I was shocked when my cock slipped another couple inches in with little resistance. She gasped out, "you feel so big in me. Give me more. I'm ready for it." Pushing ahead once again, I felt her loosen around me noticeably, and I pushed the rest of the way in. The heat and pressure were immense, and I stopped moving, taking a couple deep breaths, before asking if she was ready. "Almost. It doesn't really hurt that bad. If we ever do this again, we're definitely using more lube though. There's no way I could do this again without it. I feel so full with you in me like this!" I felt her body heaving with the exertion, and slowly withdrew my cock from her ass, feeling the walls of her anus grasping against me, trying to expel me more quickly. Stopping so the head of my cock was again held tightly by her sphincter, I started pushing my way back in, feeling less resistance this time. I heard Stacey moan again, this time more in pleasure than pain, and repeated the process, pulling out slowly and pushing in even more slowly, reveling in the sensations. Even as recently as I had climaxed, I knew I was going to have to stop soon or I would fill my condom in the next few strokes, so I stopped completely, asking, "how are you doing? Should I keep going? I'm real close and don't know how much longer I can hold off." Stacey just nodded at me and thrust her hips back at me roughly. I was buried to the hilt in one fast stroke, and she cried out, whether in shock or pleasure I don't know. "Keep going, keep going." she repeated her mantra. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me." Taking her at her word, I started a steady pumping action, pulling out halfway each time and thrusting back quickly. As I'd predicted, I lasted no more than a dozen strokes before feeling my balls pull up against my body and the sperm rushed out, filling the tip of my condom. Stacey may have had a small orgasm, I don't know. She was thrashing around too much beneath me for me to be sure. Feeling the sweat on her body, I reached around and with little effort brought her off quickly, teasing her clit with one hand while stroking deep inside her cunt with two fingers, enjoying the feeling my own hand was causing me. I could feel my fingers through the walls of her pussy, pushing against my still erect cock. Groaning at her release, she collapsed to the couch. Exhausted from the exertion, I fell into a deep sleep, still buried inside her. ***** I woke up sometime later with the strange sensation that I was being watched. Aware that only a tiny quilt was covering the two of us, I slowly turned my head towards a small sound, in time to see the door to the kitchen softly close. What time was it anyway? I glanced at the clock above the fireplace and felt my stomach rise in my throat. Eleven o'clock. We were so busted. That had undoubtedly been Stacey's mother or father, and only the fact that they hadn't tossed me out of the house as I was meant there was any chance I wasn't in serious trouble. You just don't anally violate a young woman in her parents' house without those parents having serious issues with you! Gently shaking her shoulder, I whispered to Stacey that it was time to wake up. "Huh? Whazzat?" She was drowsy, but slowing coming to her senses. "Where did you find this quilt, John?" I froze at the question. I had assumed she had rose while I was sleeping and covered us. "You mean you didn't get it? I didn't get it. Shit, it must have been one of your parents." She looked up at me, eyes wide with fear. "My parents are back? What time is it? We're so dead." As she was about to jump up, I caught her by the shoulder and held her close. I realized that during our sleep we had remained joined, and didn't want her to pull either of us the wrong way as she leaped to her feet. Gingerly I pulled my now wilted cock past the tight sphincter of her ass and heard it release with a plop. She groaned with the sensation and I was sure she would be sore the next day, if not the rest of the night. Unrolling the condom, I found my cock wilted and shriveled after stewing in my spunk for the past few hours. I wrapped the used rubber in a tissue and threw it in the trash. Pulling myself off the couch, I first grabbed my underwear and jeans, and then brought Stacey's clothes to her. She had pulled herself into a little ball on the couch, and was fearfully looking down the hall towards her parents' room. I held my hand out to her and slowly helped her get dressed, carefully adjusting her panties and trying to stay away from bumping into her sore bottom. "I think we might be okay," I offered, somewhat hopefully. "Your parents must have seen the two of us on the couch and covered us up. I don't know how much trouble we'll be in." I said this last as more of a question. Stacey certainly knew her parents better than I did, and if she was worried, I should be doubly so. She shrugged at me, not sure, but willing to at least hope along with me. The lube! I don't know why it occurred to me, but it did. I looked around the living room for the tiny tube, but saw it. So whoever had covered us up had silently taken it back. Maybe we would be all right after all. As Stacey finished dressing, I quickly straightened the mess we had made. Looking around the room, and deciding everything was pretty much as it had been, before our tryst, I took her hand. "Are you ready to face them?" I asked. She sighed and looked at me. "I guess," she answered in a small voice, her upper lip trembling a little. As she started towards the kitchen, I pulled her back. Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, I hugged her fiercely. "It's going to be fine, I think. If they were pissed, your dad would thrown me out on the lawn, naked or not. They know you're growing up and I'm assuming they realize you're sexually active, right?" She nodded in agreement. "So it's decided. They probably weren't expecting to find me buried in your ass, asleep on the couch, but they expected us to be up to something this weekend. That's why they left when they did. They all but said they were giving us time alone." "I guess," was her response, still not convinced. She thought about it for a second though, then started giggling. Then she blushed. "Did they see the lube on the magazine stand?" I told her it was now gone. Again she started to panic. "Hey," I told her, "don't worry about it. Remember who it belongs to? Why do you think they had the lube in the first place?" She started laughing along with me. It was going to be fine. We hoped. Hand in hand, we went to face whatever might be waiting for us. ***** As it happened, our panic was unfounded. We found her parents sitting at the kitchen table, eating ice cream. It turns out they were only disappointed we hadn't been a little more discreet about our activities, and warned that if Stacey's brother ever walked in us like that, then there would be problems. To say we were relieved would be an understatement. The rest of the weekend was wonderful. Stacey and I spent most of it locked at the hip, but did take time to ride into town for the festivities. I spent more than twenty dollars on a ring toss game trying win a teddy bear for Stacey. I have never been athletically inclined, and the poor carnival barker, who had been getting quite a laugh at my expense, finally just gave me a prize. Stacey was delighted, and her response was worth the wasted time and money. Sunday night, as I was preparing to drive back to campus, Stacey's father pulled me aside for a "chat." "John, you know Stacey really likes you, right?" I nodded. "I like her too, sir." He looked hard at me for a long moment, and then slowly nodded his head. "I know you do, or I know that you think you do, but I just want to be sure. Stacey's first boyfriend was the love of her life, and I know she still has feelings for him. He promised her the world, but turned out to be a real creep. She was hurt badly and didn't date until she met you. You seem to have swept off her feet, and I think it's wonderful. I want you to be careful with my baby though. Right now she's more in love than I've ever seen her, but if she gets hurt again, I don't know what could happen to her. Understand?" "Yes sir," I answered as seriously as I knew how. "I don't know what will happen between the two of us, but your daughter is very important to me, and the last thing I would intentionally do is hurt her." "Then that is what I wanted to hear. Have a safe trip home, and whenever you feel like it, stop by, you're always welcome here." We shook hands and he went back inside the house, to let everyone know I was about to leave. I got a huge hug and kiss from Stacey, another handshake from her father and one from her brother, and a quick hug from her mom. Another hug from Stacey, and I was on my way. ***** The rest of the summer went by quickly. Knowing Stacey would be on a family vacation for much of August, I spent as much time with her as possible before their trip. I'd been thinking about something in the back of my mind, but wasn't sure how Stacey, or more importantly her parents, would react. I knew mine wouldn't care. After a blowout with my dad, over something so inconsequential I don't now remember what it was, we weren't talking. I stayed in college, they kept the tuition checks coming. Simple enough. Finally one evening on the phone, a few days before Stacey and her family left, I broached the subject. "Uh, Stacey, I've been meaning to ask you if you've gotten your dorm assignment yet." I could hear her moving papers around on her desk. "Just a sec... yeah, I'll be in Nelson Hall this year," she responded. "Why do you ask?" "Well, I was thinking about you and how you always seem to spend so much time at my place during the school year. I'm in a two-bedroom apartment, and I was wondering if you'd want the other one." She paused for a moment. "I don't think so." I was stunned. I had planned on having to talk her parents into this, not Stacey. "Why not?" "Because," she giggled, tired of playing with my emotions, "I'd rather stay in your bed, if you don't mind." I sighed in mock exasperation. "Sometimes you're just too much. But that's great. Now, do we need to convince your parents, or will they be cool with it?" "Let me do the explaining. I don't think it will be too hard. I'm not sure how they'll react, so I think for now I'll tell them about the spare bedroom, if you don't mind. No need to tell them everything... they are my parents, after all, and I need some secrets from them." "Excellent. I'll leave you to it then. Have a great vacation, and let me know what happens, okay?" She agreed. "This is going to be such a fun school year! I'm going now. I love you!" I know I froze for a second. This was the first time either of us has professed something as serious as love to the other. How should I react? I liked her an awful lot, we both knew that, but was it that big? I think it was. "I love you too," I replied, after my short pause. "Bye." "Bye." I hung up the phone, a bit out of breath. I truly had meant to offer the second bedroom to her, and she had caught me by surprise by wanting my bed instead. Not that I was complaining, I just wasn't sure if I was ready for things to move in this sudden direction. Fucking is one thing, but I'm not sure how domesticated I am. I went for a walk that evening, to sort things out in my mind, since Stacey seemed pretty well set in her decision making. I came to the conclusion that although Stacey was really my first serious girlfriend, I liked and respected her enough to know that I really did love her. It was more than the sex, although that was wonderful. Stacey was just a good person all around, and I would be foolish to not jump at this opportunity, whatever it might be. Satisfied I had made a good decision, I went home. A couple days later, the day Stacey and her family were to head out on their trip, I received a short phone call from Stacey's mom, wanting to check on some details about the apartment. It was apparently fine with her parents if she stayed with me, as long as she rented the room from me. I tried to tell her it was already paid for by my father, but she insisted on some payment, which I grudgingly accepted. Quickly setting up a time when she and her family would bring Stacey's stuff to school, I wished them a happy vacation and said goodbye. ***** The beginning of school came and went. I found myself falling more and more in love with Stacey every day. I believe she felt the same. Having never had a female roommate before, much less one I was sleeping with, I had worried that it would be a bit awkward. It couldn't have been less so. I became used to various bits of hose and underwear hanging in the bathroom, and to her credit Stacey was very forgiving when I forgot to put down the toilet seat. We quickly grew into a routine of cleaning and vacuuming, and laundry and dirty dishes also found a place in our shared housekeeping. In short, in no time at all I felt like part of an old married couple. Or a very old married couple on the occasions when we argued and fought. It was at those times when I was glad to have the second bedroom, or it certainly would have been the couch for me. Christmas neared, and Stacey and I had the thought of having a holiday celebration at "our place" this year. Her parents were invited and gladly accepted; mine were invited but claimed prior plans. Whatever. The week before Christmas was hectic to say the least. Final exams were late this semester, and school didn't let out until the 21st of December, leaving us only a couple days to get ready for Stacey's family. They would be arriving Christmas Eve and staying through the 26th, so time was scarce. Gifts were wrapped, food was prepared, and the entire place cleaned in record time. We felt we were ready, but still we panicked over each small detail. We worried in vain, however, as her parents and brother were more than appreciative of our efforts, complimentary to a fault, and the festivities went off without a problem. After walking her family to the car, we waved as they drove down the street, and then hurried inside to the warmth of the living room. We made love on the carpet in front of the tree. Our personal gift to each other. That spring went very much like the fall. We were in love and everyone around us knew it. Caleb and Mary, two of our best friends, teased us unmercifully. Caleb had proposed over Christmas break and of course Mary said yes, and he told me he was sure we were next. In truth, I had thought of looking for a ring, but decided it could wait. Unfortunately, good things have a way of being evened out by bad things, and our lives were no exception. In April I found out my father had developed a brain tumor and was in the hospital. He went into surgery to have the marble-sized lump removed, and things were looking up for him, but something went wrong and he slipped into a coma. Feeling guilty, I visited from time to time, but quickly tired of seeing his lifeless body as it wasted away in a thin gown, tubes stuck in wherever they would fit. Around the same time, Stacey's mother had a health crisis of her own. No doctors could say for certain what was ailing her, but her energy flagged, she found herself weak and tired constantly, and eventually had to leave her job. She was constantly depressed and was at a loss as far as how to get better. She continued to get worse. After finishing our junior year, I dropped the lease on the apartment, packed my belongings, and headed home to watch after my mom, at least for the summer. Stacey did the same. We promised to talk over the summer, and planned on getting another apartment together the next fall, if not a house. ***** As often happens, life has a way of taking over. Stacey's mom was not improving and Stacey was forced to make a decision between family and school, and family won, at least temporarily. She called me one afternoon to tell me the bad news. Stacey and her family had talked things over, and she had decided to take off the first semester from school, possibly the entire year. Her father was a representative for a small farm implements company, and spent much of his week on the road, so it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to care for his wife. Stacey volunteered to help, an idea immediately dismissed by her parents. She kept pressuring them, and they finally relented, on the condition that once her mother's health improved sufficiently, Stacey would start school at the earliest opportunity. She agreed, and the decision was made. I was disappointed, of course, having been looking forward to seeing Stacey the rest of the summer, but I understood her reasoning. My own father's failing health had given me a new respect for my mother and her inner strength, and I felt obligated to help out as much as possible. Thankfully, my aunt and uncle lived close by, and would watch over things when I was away, so I started school as planned. To be honest, I wasn't quite sure what to expect. Because of the rising costs of my father's health care, I was back in the dorms for my final year. I was fine with that. The only real drawback was having to share three washers and dryers with an entire floor. But I also didn't pay utilities, so it was okay. My roommate was no one I knew. Because I was so late in signing up for the on-campus housing, I was assigned a student at random. His name was Mike, and he was a nice guy. Maybe a little more of a party animal than I would have liked, but I'm sure I was a real downer for him too. I talked with Stacey most weekends, when the phone rates were cheapest, and occasionally during the week. We discussed our parents, mostly. Nothing seemed to be changing with my father. He was still in a coma, and was slowly slipping away. My mom had resigned herself to the fact that he would soon be on life support, and then it was only a matter of time. Stacey's mother was still very much under the weather, but didn't seem to be getting worse. Some days were better than others, of course, but overall she seemed to be holding steady. My class schedule was making it difficult to get away on weekends, either to Stacey's house or to visit my mother. As difficult as it was being away from Stacey, we both realized it was necessary. As the fall semester progressed, it looked more and more likely Stacey would be back in the spring, something that I was definitely looking forward to. ***** One Friday in November, a couple weeks before Thanksgiving I was sitting at my desk studying when Mike burst into our room. "John, get out of your damn chair right now. We're going to a party." I looked up at his outburst and saw my roommate, propped up on the arms of two girls I'd never met, a bottle of wine in his right hand and what looked to be a pair of underwear in the other. I grinned at him. "Looks like you've already been partying without me. I think you're doing fine for the both of us." I turned back to my study notes. "John, you don't understand," he looked at me imploring me to understand. "Jenny," and he looked to the girl on his right, "thinks you're a really cute guy. I don't see it myself, but she's convinced Heather that you have to go to this party with us. Right girls?" They nodded, Jenny looking into my eyes and licking her lips seductively. "Mike. I'd love to, but I have a big exam in my practical applications seminar and if I don't get any studying done tonight I'll fall behind." "Screw studying. It's the weekend!" It was obvious Mike had been drinking, he was slurring his words almost beyond recognition, and I could see he was having trouble focusing, much less standing. Knowing that in his inebriated state he would keep begging until I gave in or he passed out, I sighed to the inevitable. "Fine, I'll go, but just for a little while." I looked at the girl I thought was Jenny. "Sorry, I really do have to get some studying done this weekend." A smile lit her face. "Cool!" she practically squealed. Rushing over to grab me, she bumped Mike with her hip and sent him sprawling. Realizing what she had done, she froze, wanting to grab me but feeling obligated to help Mike. "No problem. My fault. Sorry." Mike apologized to no one in particular as Heather helped him to his feet. "Thanks buddy," he slurred in my direction. "You'll have a blast at the party. Jenny's the best." I saw Heather give him a little glare before smiling at me. Mike didn't notice a thing. Heather guided Mike out of the room, looking back at me, before pushing Jenny towards me, whispering "Have fun you guys." "Wow. So, hi. I'm John and you're Jenny?" She smiled at me. "Yeah. You've got a really nice room. It must be nice being a senior, huh?" "I guess so, another few months and I'll be out of her and into the real world. When do you... what year did you say you were?" For some reason I found myself tongue-tied around this beautiful girl. "I didn't say," she giggled softly. "I'm a freshman. But I'm mature!" She pouted her lips and cocked her hip, trying to look... mature, I think. It didn't really work, but it was sexy as hell. "So how much studying do you have to do? Do you really not want to go to the party? I love parties and this one is supposed to be so cool!" She was almost shaking with giddiness over how cool this party was, I really hated to be such a wet blanket. "I really can't afford to take more than an hour or so. It's a big test, and I want to do well on it." I saw her face drop. "But it's going to be such a good party, and I really want to go with you." Not wanting to hurt her feelings too badly, I tried to explain. "I like parties too, but I'm here to get a degree. Most weekends are good for me, but this one really isn't. But we could hang out here for a while, if you want." I blurted it out before I realized what I said. What was I saying? What about Stacey? She nodded solemnly towards me. She too was here to get a degree. As long as it didn't interfere with her parties, I thought to myself, rather uncharitably. She looked around the room, thinking to herself. Making a decision, she got to her feet and closed the door. From the moment she had walked in the room, she looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place her, and wrote off the feeling, assuming she must be one of those people who have familiar faces. As she sauntered back towards me, I took the time to really look her over. I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew her from somewhere. The first thing I noticed was the tits. I'm sorry to say it but in her case it was true. I know the proper thing to notice is the eyes. And all women are supposed to be so sensitive and funny and beautiful inside, but there was no getting around it, Jenny had a big rack. I'm no expert on bra sizes, and it always amazes me that someone can look at a girl and immediately go, 'she's got a set of 38D tits on her' because I don't know it can be done, but any way you looked at it, Jenny was stacked. Think of a Barbie doll come to life, except not quite so front heavy, and I know for a fact that Jenny, unlike Barbie, had nipples. They were kind of hard to miss, sticking out the front of her white tank top. Obviously it was too cold for her in my room. In addition to the tiny tank top, Jenny had on a tiny denim skirt and knee-high leather boots. 'This girl is only 18?' I thought to myself. What made it more unbelievable was her ass, which I got a good view of as she suddenly spun in front of me and bent over to unzip and remove her boots. The skirt rode up over the bottom of her cheeks, and I was faced with the smooth moons, with only a thin strip of a yellow thong to preserve her modesty. Suddenly she turned towards me, catching my look of embarrassment at being caught peeking. "It's okay if you want to look. I don't mind." So saying, she peeled off her tank top, revealing what I had suspected. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her large tits swayed in the air with very little sag, nipples pointing straight ahead. Seeing my look of approval, Jenny grabbed her tits with both hands, squeezing them together. "You like?" I could only nod, my throat suddenly dry and my mind going a thousand miles an hour trying to figure out what was going on. I was so deep in thought I forgot Jenny was standing in front of me, until she jarred me back to reality by dropping to her knees. She began stroking the insides of my legs, and to my horror I could feel the blood begin pumping into my soft penis, filling and engorging it, and we both watched as it twitched to life, tenting the loose shorts I was wearing for studying. "Ooh... looks like someone else likes my boobs too," she smirked, reaching out with one pink-tipped finger and tracing a line down one side of my cock, and gently squeezing my balls. I gasped at the contact and felt myself throb to my complete length, as her hand slid up and down my hard shaft, on the outside of my shorts. Quickly tiring of this, she dragged me to my feet and yanked my shorts and underwear to my knees. Pressing herself against me, she grasped me in her hot hand, rubbing my cock over her face and neck, kissing the head softly, before inhaling my entire length in one stroke. "Oh God," I heard myself say. She giggled at my reaction, and started bobbing her head up and down my shaft at a furious pace. My hips started making involuntary little thrusts into her throat, but she didn't seem to notice, so intent was she on her mission. I tried to grab her tits, hoping to give her some pleasure in this, but she just slapped my hands away with a gentle shake of her head. Obviously intent on bringing me off as quickly as possible, she started sucking on the head of my cock, lashing the tip and sensitive underside with her tongue, while with her left hand grasped my shaft and began stroking furiously. I knew I wasn't going to last long and tried to warn her of my impending orgasm, but she just nodded slightly and increased the strength of her motions. Suddenly I felt my balls tighten and the familiar contractions began and within seconds I was shooting into her mouth. It had been months since I'd had any sex with Stacey, and this was so unexpected and exciting, that I shot five or six large ropes of jism into her mouth, followed by three or four more weak spurts. My knees gave out and I popped out her mouth, seeing a surprised look on her face as she quickly shut her mouth, and fell back on my bed. As unexpectedly as it had started, the evening ended, because without warning, and without another word, Jenny put on her tank top and boots, and with one quick glance at my wall clock, she was out the door. Unbelievable. ***** I found out the next day what had happened. Needing to spend some time alone with my books, I trudged to the library to get some studying done away from my dorm. My roommate Mike is a nice enough guy, but when he's as hung over as he was this morning, he can be quite the grouch. So I packed up my books and notepads and was off. As I walked in the main doors of the library and nodded to the student librarian, things started clicking into place. There was Jenny! I looked again to make sure I wasn't imagining it, but it was her. I suddenly realized why she had looked familiar the night before. Gone were the tank tops and fuck-me boots, but it was definitely her. Dressed quite a bit more properly this morning, she blushed prettily when she saw me looking at her. I walked over, curious to hear her explanation of the night before. "Hey," I said, as noncommittally as possible. "What's going on?" "Um... nothing much. How are you?" She was having a difficult time meeting my gaze. We talked about fairly bland, everyday school stuff for a little while, until finally I needed to know. "So, where'd you run off to so fast last night?" I asked, tired of beating around the bush. "Back to my sorority," she started. I found out she was a freshman pledge at one of the bigger sororities on campus, and one of her sisters had demanded that Jenny bring her a fresh mouthful of cum before midnight, or face severe punishment. As it turned out, Jenny was somewhat on the shy side, although last night certainly wouldn't have shown it. She had been screwing up her courage all night, but when she finally got to my dorm, her mind was made up. She had hoped to get me alone at the party and explain things to me, since she knew I was a "nice guy," but when I wanted to stay in the dorm, she saw her opportunity and took matters into her own hands, so to speak. "So how was it," I asked, curious, having never tasted my own spunk, and honestly having to desire to do so. "Kind of gross," she answered, "but I did it, so that's all that matters." "Last night was kind of a shock to me, but you need to know I have a girlfriend back home and..." "Oh no! Shit," she swore, and suddenly looked around, realizing where we were. She continued, her voice much softer. "I have a steady boyfriend here on campus, but he's on the football team and wasn't around this weekend because of an away game. I wish I'd had time to explain it last night, but I was in a hurry." She blushed again. "I'm sorry, I hope you don't think horribly of me!" I laughed quietly at her, assured her it was okay, that I didn't mind being used as a semen pump, and went on to study, silently shaking my head. As the day wore on, however, I began to feel more and more guilty. I wasn't upset with Jenny, not really. She obviously had a goal in mind and I became the most likely target, so more power to her. I was a little pissed at myself, for having given in to her as easily as I had. Sure she was pretty and sexy and obviously willing, but there were lots of girls out there, and if I would cave as quickly as I did with Jenny, then what would the future hold for me when Stacey came back to school. I chewed on this problem for the next week, before deciding I had to tell Stacey. It was important to me to keep things on the level with her. It was difficult enough for the two of us, being apart for so long, much less dealing with our parents' health issues, It was the week after Thanksgiving, and I was back at school, when I finally screwed up the courage to call Stacey and spill all. After talking of inconsequential matters for a few minutes, I finally started. "Stacey, I have to tell you something, and I apologize with all my heart, because I know it's going to make you angry." "What?" she questioned, and I could hear the nervous edge into her voice. "A couple weeks ago, a Friday night, I was studying in my dorm, when my roommate came in, with two girls hanging all over him..." I went on to explain everything that had gone on that night, leaving nothing out, including the next morning at the library. I pleaded with her to understand that it would never happen again, it was a weak moment for me, and it meant nothing to me. She, Stacey, was the world and I would do everything in my power to avoid hurting her. When I was done there was a long pause on the other end of the phone. Was she in shock? How much did she hate me? "Stacey, are you there? I'm sorry, it was..." "Hold on a second, John. Wait. Don't say anything else." "Are you mad at me?" I asked, dreading her answer. "I have to go." "Wait!" "No, my mom needs me. We'll talk about this later. I'm not mad. It's okay. Bye." And she hung up. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I knew I had screwed up badly. She didn't sound mad really, but it didn't seem 'okay' in the least. I thought about calling back immediately, but knew that wouldn't be helpful. So I did what I always do in situations like this. I pulled back into a shell and studied. Mike seemed to know something was up, but after I assured him nothing was his fault, he seemed in a better mood. And why shouldn't he? It wasn't his fault he'd brought Jenny to our room. He didn't know about her agenda, at least I didn't think he did, and even if he was in on it, I made the ultimate, bad decision. During the weeks leading up to Christmas break I talked with my mother more often than normal. My father was now on life support, and was slipping away more quickly. We discussed it, and decided that if he was still deteriorating after New Year's, we would seriously consider pulling the plug. It saddened me. Even though we hadn't been close the last few years, he was still my mother, and I suppose some corner of my being still loved him. Finals over, and feeling pretty good about myself, I made the drive home and set up my old room again. I would be home for the next month, and wanted to get settled as soon as possible. My mother and I spent the next few days at the hospital. There wasn't much we could do, but we both felt an obligation to be with him, especially around the holidays. Christmas Day didn't look like it was going to be very exciting. The two of us exchanged presents, such as they were. My mother gave me some new clothes, of course, and I got her a necklace I'd seen one day the summer before while shopping with Stacey. She put it on immediately, and it looked good on her, and she complimented how nice I looked in my clothes. I suppose she was right, and I was happy to have them, since I generally don't pay much attention to what I'm wearing. She's often had to throw clothes of mine away, so full of holes were they, when I hadn't as much as noticed. After celebrating, I went to take a nap while Mom drove to the hospital. She wanted me to go, but I begged off, still sleepy and sluggish from the large dinner we'd had. I lay in bed for a while after she'd gone, and decided to call Stacey. We hadn't talked much since our discussion a few weeks prior, and while we'd never again mentioned Jenny, I got the idea Stacey wasn't too happy, and I didn't blame her. The phone rang a few seconds before her father answered. He seemed a bit surprised to hear me calling, but agreed to get Stacey for me. She picked up the phone, but didn't sound glad to hear my voice either. "What's going on, Stacey? I asked. "Your dad seemed pissed that I called." A thought occurred to me. "Did you tell him about..." I couldn't finish. "God, no!" she exclaimed, and I breathed a little easier. "He thinks you're a great guy, but he's mad at me." "Why? What'd you do?" There was a short pause, and I could hear Stacey take a deep breath and then heard a big sigh. "We need to talk." A chill ran up my neck, and I started feeling sick. She was breaking up with me, I knew it. "Stacey, I'm so sorry. Please give me another chance," I started, before she cut me off. "John, it's not you, it's me. You're a great guy, a fantastic guy, and I didn't deserve you before, and I certainly don't now." "What? If it's not me, then what is it?" "It's me," she choked out, and I could hear her voice shaking. "I'm pregnant." "What? Is it mine?" I felt my future closing in and squeezing me, but knew what I had to do. "We'll deal with this, you know. I don't have a ring, but we can get married. It'll be difficult, with both of us still in school, but I can take a year off and get a job while you care for the baby. I hadn't planned on asking like this," I admitted, "but I'd been thinking about proposing." I felt myself starting to ramble, so I abruptly stopped talking and waited for Stacey to say something. Anything. Again there was a long pause and I heard Stacey sobbing on the other end of the line. "Oh God, John... I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you like this." Suddenly it was quiet and I heard a thud as the phone dropped to the carpet. I could hear footsteps coming closer and then the phone was picked up. "Stacey?" I asked, hoping she had returned. "John, it's me," it was her father. "What's going on, sir?" He sighed and slowly told me the story. It seems while he was gone so often on his business trips, Stacey's old boyfriend from high school had started coming around, helping out with Stacey's mom, and things had progressed from there. He had been incredibly helpful, watching over the house and yard, and driving the two women around as they needed. One evening he had asked out Stacey on a date, and she somewhat tentatively accepted. Her father told me Stacey was worried about what I'd think, but felt so ingratiated to her ex that she accepted. One date turned into a few, and she felt herself feeling things for him she hadn't felt with me. Feelings that led quickly to intimacy and then sex, until she found out in October that she was pregnant. The old boyfriend was now the new fiancé. I felt sick to my stomach at the news, but pressed on, asking if there was anything I could do to help. I heard him give a small laugh. "No, it would probably best if you didn't," he finally answered. "I think she still loves you, but she's confused and in trouble and needs to deal with it in her own way. I'm sorry you had to find out like this. Hell, I'm sorry it happened at all. She blew it with you, and she knows it." He paused for a little while. "I think it's probably best if you stayed away for a little while, give her some space. Again, I feel terrible... you deserved better than my daughter, I'm sorry to say." We chatted a while and then hung up. I felt sick to my stomach and didn't want to be bothered, so I took the phone off the hook and feel into a fitful slumber. Hours later, how many I didn't know, I felt myself being shaken awake. "John, wake up. Wake up, John," it was my mother, and as my eyes slowly opened and she came into focus, she didn't look happy. "I've been calling for the last 30 minutes, what have you been doing?" she asked me. "I don't want to talk about it," I said sullenly. "Why were you calling? What's wrong? Looking at her face though, I knew before she answered. "You father died this afternoon." Fuck. Some Christmas this turned out to be. ***** The next 18 months were a blur. I returned to college for the spring semester, but had a hard time concentrating. I ended up moving out of the dorms and into the small house my friend Caleb was sharing with Mary. To say I felt like the proverbial third wheel would be putting it mildly. Caleb and Mary were wonderful, and to their credit they never made me feel unwanted. I had started college with plans of going into business for myself. I'd always wanted to own a shop, whether it be a book store or music store, and had selected my major accordingly. After returning to school, however, I found myself spending more and more time in the music department. I'm still not sure if it was because that's where I'd met Stacey, or if it was just a natural outgrowth of my enjoyment of singing. Regardless of the reasons, I made the somewhat rash decision, two months before graduation, to finish my business degree and come back for another year or two and turn my music minor into a music major. My mother and I had some heated arguments regarding my new plans. My father, as it turned out, had provided very well for us in death, and paying for the extra years of college wouldn't put a strain on us, but was I sure this was something I wanted to do? I said it was, and after more discussions, my mother agreed. Even though I was intent on returning to school, I wanted to make sure my family, as small as it had become, was settled. Not wanting to be reminded of the past, my mother sold the house and used the money to purchase a small condo by a lake. It was a beautiful place and, even though I only had the guest room, and that only temporarily, I could sense my mother easing away from the pain and slowly becoming happy. Sadly, I couldn't say the same for myself. I spent the summer at the same restaurant I'd worked at the previous year, working more hours to distract myself from the bitterness I was feeling inside. I didn't blame myself for losing Stacey. As much as I was ready to beat myself up after the Jenny incident, I realized it had very little, if anything, to do with Stacey leaving me. I tried to put it in the past, along with Emily, but it was difficult. As the end of summer neared, I began dwelling more and more on school. I realized that because of the one year difference in our ages, Stacey would be in some of my classes, and I was a bit terrified. I knew intellectually that there was no 'us' anymore, but wasn't sure how I would behave around her. Deciding my budget could allow for it, I asked my boss if he needed someone full time in his restaurant. He was willing to take me on as a dishwasher-slash-apprentice cook, and I decided to stay where I was and not go back to school in the fall. Although I spent the entire year away from school, I was in close contact with a few of my professors back on campus. One in particular, the same professor who'd taught the introductory music class in which I'd met Stacey, wanted me to be his assistant when I returned. I had always enjoyed tutoring other students, but hadn't planned on doing something similar with my new major. Although I was going to be two, or sometimes three years older than the students, academically I was at their level, at least in the classes I would be taking in the music department. "Nonsense," he replied when I told him of my thinking. "You were excellent in that class, and I've been talking with a few of the professors you had in other theory and history classes, and they all say the same thing. You'd be perfect as my teaching assistant. It doesn't pay very much, but you would only be in charge of keeping limited office hours and grading some very basic multiple choice exams." "What about lecturing," I asked, knowing that many professors used their assistants as excuses to spend more time on the golf course. "Very little of that, if any," was his answer. "One of the things I enjoy most about teaching is getting up in front of students and actually teaching them. Answering their questions. If you ever teach you'll understand how gratifying it is when you see that first spark of understanding in their eyes. At that point it's all worth it." Truth be told, I was pretty excited about helping out around the classroom. I knew it was going to be more work than he was letting on, but I'm sure it would be worth the effort, just as he said. As the spring of my year away rolled around, I was forced to get back into the swing of things academically. First was registering for classes, which I was able to get accomplished quite easily. Similar to most, my school lets students who have accumulated the most credits register for classes first, and I found I was very near the head of the line. I had no problem getting the classes or professors I wanted, which was a pleasant change. The next thing I needed to do was find housing. My mother's new condo was perfect for her, but in the last year we'd gotten in each other's way a few times, and I knew I had to find a place to call my own. After looking around and seeing what was available to rent, I made the biggest decision, and purchase, of my life up to this point. Realizing that I would need to be on my own now for the next two years of college, and having no real place to keep my belongings at my mother's new condo, I started looking for a small house to buy. I wasn't looking for, much less afford, anything fancy or extravagant, but after spending weeks looking over the classifieds and real estate advertisements, I finally found what I had been looking for. It was a couple miles from campus, which was perfect for me, as I could ride my bike instead of driving or taking the bus. It wasn't too big for me, having a decent-sized kitchen, a living area, two bedrooms and one and a half bathrooms. There was no garage, but a carport was attached, and the price was good. It would mean spending almost all the remaining money from my father's life insurance policy, after college expenses for the next two years were figured, but I would have very small monthly payments and would actually own it very quickly. By my way of looking at it, my father was paying for my college and my first home, and while I knew it was uncharitable to think it was more than he'd done for me while he was alive, I did silently thank him for it. I hoped he could hear me. Moving in to my new place in August wasn't the greatest idea I'd ever had, but I wanted to start getting used to my new home and also hoped to reconnect with my professors. As most of the students I'd gone to school with had graduated by now, the teachers were my last link to my previous college experience. As I arranged what little furniture I had, I realized how different this was going to be than living in a dorm. When I had shared a single room with a roommate, or even when I'd been renting a house, there had always been someone else's stuff. Now I looked around my house, and it was a bit shocking. The living room looked barren with my thread-worn couch and small black and white television. I had one other chair, but had put it in the room I jokingly referred to as my "study." It contained the aforementioned chair and a desk. Nothing more. Eventually I might get a computer there, but for now that was it. My bedroom was much the same, filled with nothing more than my double bed and a chest of drawers I'd had since I was six. Realizing I could have almost fit everything in the house into the living room, and had space to spare, I knew something needed to be done. I called my mom. "Oh, you won't have that problem for long," she said, laughing a little. "I remember when I first got out of college. Everything I owned fit in my parents' station wagon, and my small apartment seemed huge. You'll find out soon enough, like every homeowner, that you'll start accumulating 'stuff' and pretty soon you'll have to start deciding what to keep and what to throw out or give away. I thanked her, although I had a hard time believing she was correct. Once school started, I was nearly always on the go. My classes weren't all that difficult, thankfully. In some ways it was as if I'd been preparing for them my whole life. Being a teaching assistant, regardless of what I had been told, took a lot of work, but it was good for me. Not only was I able to spend time prepping worksheets and tutoring students in a subject I loved, I was able to look at mistakes they were making, which helped me see errors of my own. It was worth it, although it did tend to cut back on my free time, but I didn't mind. ***** It was probably eight weeks into the school year when I received a note from Dr. Bergerud, the head of the music department, and not incidentally the professor I'd agreed to assist, wanting to talk to me. After my afternoon classes, I waded my way through the throng of students, talking and laughing in preparation for a short Halloween break, finally arriving in the music wing. Knocking, I poked my head through the door, calling out, "Hello?" I heard Dr. B. shout up from his office. "John? Come on back, I'm a little buried at the moment." I walked down the hall to his office, and immediately understood what he meant by 'buried.' Somehow, in an attempt to rearrange his office, the professor had managed to dump an entire case-worth of manuscript pages and choral scores on himself, and was now trying to stack them back in order. I grinned at him. "Sometimes the mountain does come to Mohammed," I joked. He smirked, not really appreciating my attempt at humor, especially at his expense. "Yeah yeah. Help me up would you?" I did, and in short order the two of us had the scores rearranged and back in their box. We tidied up a bit before I sat down in front of his desk. "What did you want to see me about, sir?" "I was hoping you would be agreeable to taking on a special project for me," he started. I wondered if he was going to try and get me to wash his car and mow his lawn. I'd heard of other teaching assistants having to similar chores. "What kind of project?" I asked cautiously. "It seems we will have a new student in our midst, soon after break." "In the middle of the semester?" I was confused, as people transferring in generally waited until a semester break, if not the beginning of the year. "There are extenuating circumstances for letting this student in mid-term. I cannot go into any of them at the moment, but believe me, it is the correct thing for the department to do." I nodded my understanding. "Are we talking music major, or someone who needs to take a required class?" "Definitely a non-music major. If this was part of a graduate syllabus we would never allow such an unorthodox situation to occur. We would simply wait until the next semester. As it is, however, this student, who I believe home-schooled for many years, has tested into junior level classes, but needs to finish some general requirements first." "And you want me to make sure that happens, correct?" He nodded. I understood now. Generally the student, whoever it was, would have waited until spring semester. But if there were other, more important classes to take within the student's major, and the absence of a basic, required course would hinder that, then we sometimes let things slide, and tried to help the student along, as best we were able. "I'd be happy to do it." "Excellent. I thought you might be." He shuffled some papers around on his desk, finally finding what he was looking for. Handing a thin student file to me, he said, "Since you will be the tutor, you're allowed to see this. In this folder is all the pertinent information you'll need to know. Much of it is very confidential. I trust you're okay with this?" I nodded. "Good. All right then, have a great break, and we'll get started on some individual tutoring plans for you when classes start up again." "Thanks, it sounds good." We shook hands and I got up and walked back down the hall. Like the rest of the students, I was in need of an extended holiday, not realizing quite how much my life would change when I returned from break. ***** Halloween is most definitely not a standard get-out-of-school kind of holiday, but this year it fell on a Friday and I guess the school collectively figured, 'what the hell?' and voilá, we had a three-day weekend. In addition to getting ready for my new student, I had some music history papers of my own to finish up, which took me most of the weekend. I still hadn't had a chance to read the student file, but swore I would get to it before our first meeting. As it turns out, I never found the time. I had emailed the student, explaining who I was, and that we should meet in the music department lounge, sometime after dinner, preferably around half past six. I knew from experience that most freshmen, at least when I was one, tended to eat as soon as the dining center opened at five o'clock, except for those unfortunate enough to have a class that ran until six, so assumed this wouldn't be a problem. I got to the lounge a little early, to give me time to set out some books and cassette with music examples on them. At this time of the evening most of the classroom buildings were deserted, so I had the area to myself. Realizing I had time to go over the student file, but found I didn't think to bring it. Knowing it was on my kitchen table, and that I had no time to retrieve it, I silently cursed my stupidity and instead grabbed a popular legal thriller I'd purchased, but hadn't had time to read yet, and settled in to wait. As the time moved closer to seven o'clock, I glanced up but saw no one. There was a girl standing over by another student, obviously asking for directions. I looked closer, thinking she looked vaguely familiar, but shook it off, realizing that a lot of people look familiar to me. Suddenly I realized the person she had been talking to was pointing in my direction, and that this girl must be my student. I started putting away my novel when I heard footsteps heading quickly in my direction, and the girl, slightly out of breath, started apologizing. "I am so sorry. I've only been on campus once, and I went to the wrong building first." I looked up to tell her it was fine, when she gave a little squeal and stared at me in shock. "John?" Her eyes were wide with surprise and happiness. Who was this girl? I took a closer look, then it hit me like a ton of bricks. It had been nine years since I graduated from junior high, but the young woman standing in front of me, grinning from ear to ear, was very obviously the grown-up version of my first love. "Emily?" She nodded. "Emily!" ***** I was in turmoil. It's not often the the girl of your dreams for almost a decade suddenly appears in your life. What should I do? I had to behave as her tutor, first and foremost. Our time together was so long ago, and I had no doubts that while she may remember it, that it more than likely meant little to her. "So," I started slowly. "How have you been? It's been a long time." "Yeah," she signed wistfully. "I've been... okay, I guess, I don't talk about it much. What about you, I'm kind of surprised to see you still here. Shouldn't you have graduated by now? How have you been?" "The same, I guess, pretty good," I answered, not wanting to get into details or lay anything heavy on her now. Deciding we needed to get into the real reason we were here, I broached the subject of her classes. "So, you're starting in the middle of a semester, right?" She nodded. "What I can I teach you first?" She grimaced a bit. "Everything, really. I want to be an elementary school classroom teacher, and so I need this music class, but it's not my major or anything. I think that's why they're letting me slide a little bit. I don't even need to go to classes, just study with you and try to pass out of the class." I nodded. This certainly was unusual, but not totally out of my realm of experience. It sounded like a good plan, too. "Okay then, let's get started." Emily wasn't kidding when she said I needed to teach her everything. Frankly I was a bit amazed at some of the large gaps in her knowledge. Didn't she have music in middle school or high school? Most districts had some sort of requirement. A student didn't necessarily have to be in band or choir, but generally some classroom experience was a bare minimum. Not for the first time, I realized this would all been readily apparent if only I'd read her student file. For the next couple hours, I lectured and she took notes. She asked very good questions, and I soon realized she would catch on quickly. She certainly wasn't ready to write an oboe concerto, and had no desire to, but I knew by the end of the semester she would have more than enough music knowledge at her disposal for any group of third or fourth graders, and that was enough. Around nine o'clock, I felt my back start to tighten from all the sitting. Leaning back in my chair in stretching, I let out a big sigh. Looking over at Emily, I saw her rolling her shoulders too, trying to get the kinks out, and that sealed it. "Well, I certainly think that we've done enough for one night. How about you? She nodded gratefully. As I started boxing up my papers and materials, she reached out and lightly brushed her hand against the back of my arm. "I really want to thank you for doing this, John. I was worried this would be too hard for me, but you make it very easy, even though it was only our first session." She gave me a bright smile, and I felt myself blush slightly. "It's no problem really. I'm just happy to have such an attentive pupil, not to mention one so pretty." It was Emily's turn to blush, and she shook her finger at me. "Naughty naughty," she scolded. "I don't think it's appropriate for someone as old as yourself to be so fresh with a student." She nodded her head haughtily at me. "Please," I begged her contritely, "forgive the rude fumblings, my lady, for your beauty is so great that it would be an offense to not speak of it. I meant no harm, and pray none has come to you." I always enjoy putting on a bit of a show when I apologize. Generally it takes some of the sting out of admitting my frequent wrongdoing, but in this case I knew we were kidding around. She giggled at me, confirming my thoughts. "You're funny," she laughed, "and I would love to stay and chat, but it's been a tiring day and I have an early science lab tomorrow, and really need my beauty sleep." Not on my account, I almost said, but stopped myself. "Um... can I walk you back to your dorm?" I started to ask, but realized that might be a mistake. "Wait, you do live on campus, don't you?" She nodded that she did, "but I'll be fine, I'm in one of the freshmen dorms right across the courtyard, but thanks anyway." Both of us were ready to go and we stood. She gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "Thanks again, I'm going to enjoy music more than I'd hoped," she said. "My pleasure." "So, I'll see you tomorrow night then?" she asked, unsure of our schedule. "That's fine," I answered, "we don't need to go this late every night, but we should probably get a little bit done each day. We're already midway through the term and we do have quite a bit of catching up to do." She nodded, waved goodbye and was gone. Looking around, I saw I was alone and sank down in the chair. It was unbelievable. The entire time we'd been studying I had been fighting the urge to pick her out of the chair and kiss her, but thankfully avoided the urge. I mentally kicked myself for even thinking about it. Nine years! I kept repeating to myself. There's no way she feels the same way about you, so don't even think about it. Concluding that nothing could be accomplished tonight, I decided to talk with my professor the next day. ***** Knocking on the door the next afternoon, I asked Dr. Bergerud if he had any time to meet with me. He did, but had a faculty meeting in thirty minutes, so it would need to be short. I thought I could say what I needed to in that time, so I sat down and started talking. I explained that I knew the student from years before, and had certain feelings, no doubt magnified by the passage of time, but I wasn't sure if I would be the best person to tutor her. "Why not?" he asked. "Aren't you able to keep your mind on things while you're going over the material?" I confessed I didn't think that would be a problem. "What is it, then?" He seemed perplexed. I sighed, knowing that sooner or later I would have to ask. "I want to ask her out and I'm not sure if that would be appropriate, as her tutor." I looked down miserably, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Suddenly I heard him laughing. At me? I looked up, but he was shaking his head, realizing what I was thinking. "It's not that," he gasped. "It's funny, is all. Do you know who was in my office just before you arrived?" I shook my head, but had a good guess. "Emily?" He nodded. "And damned if she didn't ask me the same thing you just did!" I was mortified. "She thinks I'm coming on to her? I swear I didn't do anything inappropriate last night. All we did was study." I could see where this was going. I was going to be fired. "No, not at all. Did you hear me? She asked the same question you did. She wants to ask you out on a date." I'm sure my eyes were as big as hubcaps as I stared at him. "What did you say?" I asked breathlessly, my heart pounding in my chest. "Oh," he answered, drawing out his answer, enjoying my obvious discomfort, "I allowed as to how it might be just fine with me." He started laughing again as I expelled a huge breath. "But... what about student and teacher relations? Wouldn't that violate them?" Shut up, I told myself. He just gave you permission. Don't fuck it up now! He sat there a little bit. "I thought about it, and since she's not actually in your class, and you won't be grading her on her progress, I don't see it as a problem." I just sat there, stunned. "Are we finished?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye. I nodded, and got up to leave. "It was nice talking to you," he said, as I reached the door. "Uh yeah, you too." ***** The next day was a bit awkward. I knew how I felt about Emily, and was now sure I knew how she felt about me, but she didn't know, and I wasn't sure how to tell her. She had gone into see Dr. Bergerud for the same reason I had, and while I appreciated him telling me about her visit, wasn't sure how she would react to knowing he had in a small way betrayed her confidence. So, I decided to play it cool, at least for a little while. Over the next week or two, we studied every night. We didn't always study as long as we had the first night, generally only an hour, but sometimes longer, if there was a particular concept Emily had trouble understanding, but those were rare. We quickly became friendly during these study sessions. It wasn't uncommon for her to lean against me, under the pretense of studying a score or diagram I was holding, and remain leaning against me long past what was necessary. And while I made no overt overtures toward Emily, I knew she would have accepted them in a heartbeat, but was too shy to make the first move herself. It was a Thursday evening, and the two of us had been going over different forms of 20th Century neo-classical music, and I could see Emily was getting a bit tired. Knowing Thanksgiving break was coming up, and not sure what her plans were, I decided to ask a question I'd been holding back since we met. "Hey Emily, do you have any plans for break?" I asked, hoping she would say no. She looked down at her shoes. "No, I don't really have a home anymore. A couple friends invited me to spend some time at their places, but I thought I'd be intruding, so I told them I had other plans." "So what are you doing?" I asked, curious. She sighed. "I'll probably just stay in the dorms, I guess." She looked like a lost child at the thought, and it was all I could do to refrain from wrapping her a bear hug. "I don't know if anyone's mentioned this to you yet," I started, afraid of her reaction, "but since Thanksgiving break is a little longer than normal this year, the dorms are closed." She looked up me in shock, a look of near panic on her face. "Nothing will be open, not the library, not the dining center. Nothing" She collapsed back into a chair, tossing her bag of notes to the floor. Burying her head in her hands, she started crying. Softly at first, her crying intensified and soon her shoulders were wracked by her sobs. "What am I going to do? I have nowhere to go." I hadn't anticipated this reaction at all, and quickly sat beside her, throwing my arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to me. Trying to calm her, I rubbed her back with one hand and stroked her long brown hair with the other, all the while making soothing noises. "Shhh... shhh... it will be okay," I said gently. "You can't go home?" I asked. I felt her head shake in my shoulder. Home was out. "Do you think it's too late to take up one of your friends on their offer to visit them?" She shrugged her shoulders, not sure. "What do you want to do? Tell me how I can help." I lifted her head, gently stroking her cheek and wiped the tears out of her eyes. Knowing of one solution, I hesitated a moment before asking. "I have an extra room at my place. Do you want to stay with me? It wouldn't be a problem." The tears started flowing again, and she threw her arms around my neck, almost choking me, so strong was her grip. "Thank you thank you thank you!" she repeated softly, her lips brushing my neck with each word, causing my hairs to stand on end. I was suddenly aware of how soft she was in my arms. I felt the swell of her breasts against my chest, as they were pushed forward with each breath. "Thank you so much." Feeling the beginnings of an erection as my thoughts ran wild, I realized I had to end this quickly, or embarrass myself. Giving her one last tight squeeze, I patted her on the back and pulled us both to our feet. "It's going to be fine. Break's not for another few days, so if you get a better offer, that's cool. But you're always welcome." She gave me a tiny smile. "Thanks so much for this. You don't... you can't know how much it means to me." We chatted for a bit, finally separating with a promise to meet one more time before break. That night I could think of nothing but Emily spending break in my house. I looked around and decided that while I wasn't exactly a slob, I could handle being more fastidious in my cleaning, so for the next couple hours tidied up, even going so far as sweeping under the rugs and shaving the toilet. Satisfied at my work and exhausted from the work, I dropped into bed. Knowing she would be with me, although I tried not to think of it that way, had me hard in an instant. Dropping my hand to my very erect cock, I started pumping up and down, pausing each stroke to tweak the bulbous head, rubbing my pre-cum down my shaft for lubrication. Reaching below me, I used my left hand to gently grasp and squeeze my balls, rolling them gently in my fingers. As I slowly stroked myself to orgasm, I imagined Emily. Emily in lingerie. Emily naked. Emily sucking my cock. Emily on top of me, riding my cock. Emily. "Oh God," I groaned, lost in my fantasies. "Emily, suck it. That's it, lick me. Fuck me. Oh fuck!" Nearing completion, I felt the sperm rush along the underside of my shaft, and I roared as rope after sticky rope of my sperm sprayed over my hand and thighs. I lay there in bed for a few moments, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Just the thought of Emily had made my orgasm that much stronger, and I hoped I was able to make it through the week ahead. Reaching out to my night stand, I grabbed two tissues and went about the job of wiping myself dry. At last sated, and with thoughts of Emily still running through my mind, I managed to fall asleep. ***** The Monday before Thanksgiving break, I realized one important fact about my apartment. In my haste in inviting Emily to spend the week, I had forgotten I only had one bed. Since I'd moved in, I had been intending to purchase a hide-a-bed, but had never gotten around to it. My basic laziness was not a problem. When I brought this up to Emily, she just laughed. "Do you have a couch?" she asked. "Sure," I replied. "Then I'm set. I'll sleep on the couch." "I can't have you do that. I've never slept on it, but honestly, it's not the most comfortable thing to sit on, so I can't imagine it's all that wonderful for sleeping. Tell you what, I'll do a load of laundry, wash my sheets and you can sleep on my bed." Emily looked at me, eyebrow raised. "Oh, yeah... I'll take the couch." "I appreciate the offer, but the couch can't be that bad. Besides, you weigh a lot more than I do, so the couch will probably be okay for me, but not you. I'm so grateful to you for putting up with me for the week that I don't want to inconvenience you any more than necessary, so I'm sleeping on the couch, and that's final." With a quick nod of her head to show she meant business, Emily spun around towards her dorm to finish packing. "I'll see you tomorrow," she called over her shoulder, and quickly went back inside. I wasn't too happy with the sleeping arrangement. It was my fault I'd been so stupid, and didn't really want her to suffer, but what could I do. Just make the offer one more time, knowing she'd turn it down again. Not wanting either of us to suffer any more than we had to, I dipped into my savings account and went on a massive shopping spree that evening. Purchasing as much as my refrigerator would hold, I stocked up on all the holiday essentials, plus enough regular and junk food to last a month. We would certainly not be short on food. Emily arrived at my doorstep around noon the next day, carrying a small suitcase and a couple paper grocery bags. I eyed them curiously. "What's in those?" I asked. "Food," she answered. "Why?" "I told you," she said, exasperated. "I don't want to inconvenience you by staying here. I appreciate it, but I'm not your responsibility. I'm sure the music department won't be paying you for this!" Grinning, I pulled her by the elbow into the kitchen and threw open the fridge door. "Where will we put it?" I asked, laughing at her expression. "I just went shopping last night. Trust me, there's plenty." She saw the humor of it and started laughing. "Just out of curiosity, what did you bring?" I asked. Emily started laughing even more, and pointed to the sacks on the floor. "Look for yourself," she finally gasped out, short of breath. I walked over to the sacks, and understood immediately. Three loaves of bread, two packages of bologna, two large boxes of kids cereal and four six packs of cola was to have been her bounty for the week. "Yuck," was my only response. "I mean, you can eat that if you want, but I know I'm having turkey on Thanksgiving." Still laughing, Emily rummaged through the bag for a second, finally pulling out a small tin. "Hey, I brought turkey," she giggled, showing me what she had pulled from the bag. A can of turkey Spam. "Oh," I laughed. "I guess you're right. We'll just feast on that. Emily, I said you were my guest, and I mean it. Now, put that away." She smiled up at me again, a tear forming in her eye. "I just wanted to thank you again. I haven't had a good Thanksgiving for years, and I know this one will be special, so thank you." "Hey. It's okay, don't cry. What are friends for?" I asked, reaching out to rub her arm. She sniffled a bit. "I just don't have very many friends." "What about family?" She looked at me sadly. "Don't joke about that, please? You know." I was confused. Had I missed something? What was I supposed to know? Afraid to ask, I just pulled her close. She melted into my arms and pressed myself tightly against me. I could feel our bodies fuse together, from hip to chest. There was nothing remotely sexual about it, just a warm closeness. Deciding she had cried enough for one day, Emily reluctantly pulled herself away from my embrace and wiped her eyes once more. "Okay, I'm through. Thank you," she looked me in the eye, the corners of her mouth curving up into a shy smile. "Where should I put my stuff. Is this my couch?" she asked, pointing back into the living room. "No," I said a bit abruptly. She jerked her head back at me, a look of surprise on her face. "No," I said, a bit more gently. "I told you, you get the bed and I get the couch." She refused, as I knew she would. Around and around we went, arguing over who would get the couch, and I eventually lost, as I knew I would, but I had to try. That afternoon, the two of us sat around the house, getting used to sharing space with each other. We had a light snack, using some of her bologna, which I proclaimed the greatest sandwich I'd ever had, much to her amusement. We watched a little television, and actually got some studying in at her insistence, although I made sure she understood that there would be no more school work allowed. This was, after all, a vacation. She reluctantly agreed, although I could tell she wanted to argue about it. Around seven o'clock, we both decided we'd gone long enough without food, and started planning dinner. Knowing she was trying to be helpful, I allowed Emily into talking me into letting her prepare supper for the two of us. I showed her where different pans and utensils were, and made myself scarce in the living room, sitting down with a mystery novel. I had only managed to read a few pages when I noticed the most wonderful smells coming from my kitchen. With stomach growling, I went to investigate, hoping to swipe a few scraps, but apparently the kitchen was now Emily's domain, and I was shooed out with only a carrot stick for my troubles. Content for the moment, and curious about what the meal would be, I forced myself to continue reading. In very little time, no more than twenty minutes, Emily came to the door. "Dinner is served," she said, smiling. I jumped to my feet and hurried into the kitchen, pleasantly surprised to see she had set the table and poured us each a glass of wine. Putting on mitts, she opened the oven and pulled out a baking dish. I wasn't sure what it was, but it smelled delicious. "What's for dinner?" I asked. "Oh, just some leftovers," amused at my confused look. "Leftovers?" I asked, skeptical. "I don't leftovers that smell that good. Trust me, I'd know. What is it really?" "Leftovers, I'm telling you. I wasn't sure what to fix, and scrounged a little in your fridge first, and found some stuff." "Like what?" "Well, in your freezer you had half a dozen frozen hamburgers." I nodded. I'd had a fall cookout right before fall break, and the leftovers had gone to the freezer, only to be forgotten. "They're kind of old," I suggested, hopeful they hadn't gone bad. "Oh, they were fine. I just thawed them out and crumbled them up." "What then?" "Well, you had a huge bowl of mashed potatoes in the fridge too." I nodded. I love mashed potatoes and sometimes, as in this case, I'll just make up a big batch and eat it as a meal. "I guess it's not entirely leftovers," she continued. "I found a package of frozen mixed vegetables, and mixed it in with the hamburger. Then I just topped it with the potatoes and threw it in the oven. Easy." I looked at her, a little skeptical. "And this will be good?" I questioned. Obviously exasperated with me, Emily huffed a bit. "John, I didn't make up the recipe! It's called shepherd's pie. You've never heard of it?" I shook my head that I hadn't. "Well... you'll love it, but be careful, it's hot." She was right, it was very hot, and I did love it. In addition to the shepherd's pie, she had set out a stack of her bread with a softened stick of butter, and I again delighted in embarrassing her by continually telling her how delicious the bread was. She threw a piece at me, but I loved that too. For desert we shared a bowl of ice cream. After splitting cleanup duties, we settled in to watch a little more television. Noticing that she was yawning again, I took the opportunity to try one final time. "If you're getting tired why don't you go ahead and crash in my bed," I tried. "I'll finish watching the program and I'll use the couch." "Nonsense," she said, yawning again. "Move over a little." I scooted further down the couch, and she slid the opposite direction. Curling into a ball with her head on the arm rest, she extended her legs until her feet almost touched my thigh, and then pulled back a little. "I'll just lay here until the show is over, and when it's done I'll go to bed then. If I fall asleep before it's over, wake me up before you go. I want to change into my pajamas." I didn't really want to finish the program, but I felt I had to now, although I wasn't really concentrating on it. Occasionally glancing at Emily out of the corner of my eye, I saw her fighting against the inevitable, but she'd had a long day, and slowly she slipped to sleep. With Emily finally sleeping, I was at last able to take a close look at her. Just like the eleven year-old girl I remembered, she was stunning to look at. In repose, her face was a portrait of beauty, and I found myself longing to kiss her. As I looked at her chest slowly rise and fall, I focused on her breasts. Gone were the tiny bumps of her pre-adolescent youth, replaced with generous cones of flesh. It was hard to tell under her sweatshirt and pants, but she appeared to have a good figure. It occurred to me that since she had started at school I had never seen her in anything remotely revealing. She seemed to choose long-sleeved, heavy clothing, that revealed nothing. Seeing an opportunity present itself to me, I risked her waking up, and extended my left hand, gently resting it on her hip. What I felt underneath the heavy cloth was firm and muscular. Softly I stroked down her leg, and found it much the same. Firm, apparently toned, and supple to the touch. I was again resting my hand on her hip when I felt her stir. Not wanting to have to explain, I quickly shook her hip. "Emily, wake up. Emily," I said softly, not wanting to jar her from her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Hey," she said drowsily. "Your program over?" I nodded, although truth be told I had no idea, I'd turned the television off twenty minutes ago. "Yeah... I'm heading to bed, and you said to wake you up before I did." "Thanks," she grumbled. "I need to change." Watching as she rifled through her suitcase and pulled out a pair of heavy flannel pajamas, I gave her a big hug and told her how happy I was she was here. She again thanked me for housing her, and with that the two of us each went off to bed. ***** In my dream I was floating through the sky, dipping in and around trees and clouds, light as a feather. Looking ahead of me I could see the ocean. Suddenly though, the ground beneath me started to shake, and for some reason I fell to the ground. Unable to take flight, I was at the mercy of the heaving ground. The ground shook beneath me, and my feet trembled. Suddenly my whole body was shaking... Someone was shaking me. "John, wake up!" My eyes opened with a start. "Huh?" Taking a quick look at the clock on my bedside table, I saw that it was barely half past two in the morning. "Emily? What's wrong?" I was immediately concerned and was at full alert in seconds. "Are you okay? What happened?" I looked at her for any signs of injury, but she looked fine. "I'm so sorry, but you were right. You couch really isn't very comfortable." "Oh. Well, I suppose I'm supposed to say 'I told you so' but I won't. Do you want to switch?" "God no! If it's uncomfortable for me it would be hell for you. Plus you'd hang off the edges, you're so tall." Truth be told I'm not actually all that tall, but Emily is short, maybe a couple inches over five feet tall, and the couch is not much bigger. She was right, it would be uncomfortable. "So, what do you want to do?" I asked slowly, hoping she was thinking the same thing I was. "Could I stay in here with you?" She looked at me hopefully. "I brought my blankets and pillow, so I won't steal any of yours." She was almost pleading now, so desperate to be gone from the couch was she. "Oh, sure. That's no problem." I scooted over toward the wall. "You take this side, just in case you need to get up in the middle of the night and aren't sure where you are." Grateful for the soft bed, Emily climbed in with her blanked, covered up and was quickly asleep. Aware that I was now in bed, barely clothed, with the woman I'd been dreaming of since I was fourteen, had me almost immediately and painfully hard. Groaning quietly in the realization that I couldn't simply masturbate with Emily two feet away, and kicking myself for having conveniently trapped myself against the wall, I resigned myself to a night with little or no relief. After a bit of tossing and turning, thinking of fat men in thongs, and doing my multiplication tables, I was finally able to lose the erection and begin thinking of sleep. Turning to my side, I found myself facing the same direction as Emily, with a perfect view of her ass. She had thrown off the blankets while sleeping and even with her heavy pajamas, was shivering. Ever the noble gentleman, I scooted my body close behind her and pulled my blanked over the two of us. In her sleep, Emily subconsciously pushed herself back against me, and I found myself again hard, pressed between the soft but firm cheeks of her ass. Laying one hand over her body and against her stomach, I was eventually able to sleep. ***** I awoke a couple hours later with my hand still draped over Emily's sleeping form, but found my hand had migrated up to her breast, and was gently cupping it in my palm. Instinctively I squeezed down on it, and found that while her nipple was quite erect, the rest of her was soft and warm. I also realized, to my chagrin, that I had somehow acquired another erection during the night, which was currently wedged firmly between her thighs. Even through our layers of clothing, I could feel the heat of her pussy on my cock. Taking a chance, I released her tit and slowly slid my hand down her body, over her tight athletic stomach, and let it rest lightly against her crotch, between her legs. Praying she was still asleep, I slowly pushed down on her pubis, feeling her body react subconsciously to my attentions, and felt, more than heard, her breathing accelerate. Knowing I was treating on dangerous ground, I stopped my movement, although I left my hand resting against her lower abdomen, and again fell asleep. ***** I woke the next morning to the sensation of being gently touched. Careful to keep my breathing deep and steady, I lay still, wondering what was happening. The first body part I was able to identify was the swell of a breast pushed flat against my left side. Once I had identified that, the rest of Emily's anatomy fell into place in my mind. I could feel the curve of a thigh pushed up and over my leg, effectively holding me in place, unless I wanted to alert her that I was now awake. Simply being aware of her body laying next to me had an immediate effect on me, or more specifically, on my cock. Slowly and steadily, my penis began filling and expanding, and as I felt the pressure build, I knew the lump in my pajama bottoms must be fairly obvious to Emily, if she was looking. Deciding to remain 'asleep' as long as possible, my goal now was to get as much pleasure out of this as possible, while not clueing Emily in to the fact that I was now conscious. As I lay there enjoying the feeling of her warm body pressed against me, I became aware of a hand on my chest, as it began rubbing over my nipples, which immediately stiffened. Quickly tiring, the hand began heading down my body, and as she neared my waist, I heard Emily give a short breath, and knew she must have seen my cock. Feeling her heart beating against my chest as she leaned over to get a closer look at my erect member, my cock suddenly gave a quick involuntary jump and I felt Emily start, and softly giggle. There was no movement or additional contact until I felt a soft finger running the length of my cock, and it was all I could do to stifle my groan and remain motionless. Gaining confidence, and obviously convinced I was still sleeping, Emily added more fingers, until finally her entire hand was caressing my stiff prick. I felt a drop of pre-cum leak from my slit, and wondered what she would think when a wet spot began spreading on the front of my shorts. Barely holding back another groan, this one of disappointment, I felt her shift her hips back and away from my body, and suddenly her hand was gone from my cock. Figuring the game was over, I was mentally preparing to 'wake up' when she returned. I felt the bed move as Emily stood, and could hear the soft swish of cloth, and suddenly she returned to bed. Something didn't feel quite the same and it took a moment before I realized she had pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down to her knees, and her other hand, now gently resting against my leg, was busy playing with her cunt. I could just barely feel her hand moving back and forth again my leg, but was suddenly aware of her smell. Sharp and tangy, like most women, her pussy had a familiar smell, but something more, and I wondered if she used scented bath oils. Regardless, her scent filled my nostrils and my cock stiffened even more. Emily's free hand was now resting directly on my cock. Even more bold, she had reached her hand in through the fly of my pajamas and pulled my cock out into the open air. Scared any move I made would alert her, I delighted in the skin to skin contact, but remained still. The leg against mine was now sliding up and down the outside of my thigh, and I could feel wetness from her excited pussy as it dripped onto the bed. Her breathing was becoming irregular and the grip on my cock grew tighter. I'm not sure Emily was very much aware of what she was doing at the moment, but I knew that had I truly been asleep, I certainly would have woken up by now. I just hoped she didn't know, because I was positive she would be mortified if I 'caught' her like this. The illicit aspects of the situation, combined with the physical factors, quickly had me primed and ready to climax. I could tell Emily was getting close, so tried to hold off on my own orgasm until she was finished, because I knew that once I shot off in her hand, the party would be over. I just hoped I could hold back long enough for her to get herself off. He hand was bumping me regularly, and I could hear the wet sounds as she thrust her stiff fingers into her pussy. I could hear Emily whimper in pleasure, no doubt trying to stay quiet so as not to wake me, when suddenly her breath caught. Knowing she would be too far gone to notice anything I did, I slowly opened my eyes, wanting to watch her as she reached her climax. She stiffened noticeably, pressing her body hard against me and the hand on my cock gripped me tight, almost too tight. I heard her choke back a scream and felt her slowly relax as a flood of her juices washed over her hand and down my leg. Her head was thrown back against the pillow, and I could see the flush in her cheeks and a sheen of perspiration on her forehead. The sights and sounds all drove me over the edge and my seed shot out of me, covering her hand and my stomach. She froze in surprise at my orgasm, and quickly jerked her hand away from my cock. Before closing my eyes, I saw her head spin to look at me. I wasn't positive, but I knew chances were good I'd been caught and figured I'd best 'fess up to being awake. Opening my eyes I found myself staring directly into hers from less than six inches. She had undoubtedly been looking at my face, trying to figure out if I was awake or not, when I 'officially' woke up, and I think the sudden motion scared her a bit. "Hey," I said, clearing my throat. Frozen in place, Emily sat there, staring at me for a few seconds, before letting out a strangled cry. Jumping off the bed and with one frantic glance back at me, she fled the room. She was completely naked now, her pajama bottoms having fallen complete off her in haste. Watching her womanly ass cheeks slide sensuously against one another as she hurried away, I felt my cock start to stiffen once again, but realizing the situation was a delicate one, I ignored it and the erection was quickly gone. I heard the bathroom door slam shut and the door lock behind her, and once again the room was eerily quiet. As I waited for Emily to return from the bathroom, I couldn't help but think what a mistake I'd made. It was obvious Emily was curious about me, and I should have alerted her earlier that I was awake. After a few minutes, Emily had not returned and I started to worry. Getting myself together, I walked to the bathroom door and called out to her, asking if she was okay. "Go away." Her voice was ragged and I could hear her broken sobs through the heavy door. "I want to talk to you," I pleaded. "Please come out." "No. You hate me now. I'm sorry. Just go away. I'll leave, okay? Just let me pack first." What kind of person did she think I was? "Even if I was mad, which I'm definitely not, I would never kick you out like that! And I'm not going to kick you out, period. I'm anything but mad at you, Emily... I'm in love with you." There, I'd said it. Not the circumstances I was hoping for, but we don't always deal our own hand. She sniffed once, and I heard her blow her nose and the toilet flushed. There was a moment of silence, and I feared she was never going to come out, but finally I heard the latch click and the door slowly opened. Emily looked out at me, a frightened look on her face. Her eyes were rimmed with red and it was obvious she had been crying. Reaching out my arms I slowly embraced her as tightly as I could without crushing her. I could feel the tension in her shoulders at the first contact, and her body was shaking, but she slowly relaxed and looked up at me, her eyes full of questions. "You love me?" Her chin started to quiver and I reached down and gently wiped the tears out of her eyes. Leaning down, I gave her a quick kiss on the end of her nose, making her giggle softly. "We need to talk." ***** After dressing, the two of us sat at my kitchen table, a mug of hot chocolate in front of me, a glass of water for Emily. Taking a deep breath, I looked at Emily. "Why?" was my only question. For a moment, Emily looked scared again, but I reached out and took her hand. It was shaking a bit in my grip, and I could feel the tension. Pulling her hand toward me, I kissed her palm, and she giggled. I kissed her again, and could feel her relax. "It's okay, really. I didn't mind, you know, in fact I enjoyed it, but why?" I asked again. She sighed. Pulling her hand away from mine, she picked up her glass and took a deep drink. Looking at me over the rim of her glass, she smiled a wry smile at me. "Because I like you too. You're the only person who's ever cared about me, and I was curious. I'm not very experienced." "What do you mean, I'm 'the only person who's ever cared about me'? What about your family?" "I don't want to talk about them. Surely you understand." That was the second time Emily had brought up her family. She kept intimating I should be aware of something, but I had no idea what that something might be. "I'm sorry," I told her, shaking my head in bewilderment. "I don't have a clue. Call me an idiot, but what are you talking about?" She gave me a curious look, clearly not believing me. "You read my file, it was all in there. Dr. Bergerud said he'd given you all my info. So you know about... about my dad." Her file! As she again started to cry at whatever bad memories her father conjured in her mind, I finally understood. In my haste to prepare for her tutoring, and my own studies, I'd failed to read her history. I knew it must be bad, because of all the loopholes the school had let her through, but didn't know any particulars. Reaching across the table, I again took her hand, shaking now not from nervousness but pain and agony. Softly stroking my fingers up and back over the taught tendons, I tried to comfort her. "Emily," I almost whispered, "I never read your file. I'm sorry for whatever happened to you. I don't know anything about you after junior high. If you think I should read it I will, but if you'd like to tell me, I would like that. If it's not too hard for you, I'd like to hear it from you rather than someone else's version. She looked at me from across the table for a long moment. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath. Holding it for a moment, she exhaled suddenly, and her eyes opened. "Okay," she finally said, visibly more relaxed than she had been. "Can we go into the living room? I want to be more comfortable." I nodded, and the two of us walked out of the kitchen together. Taking our spots on the couch, the two of us settled close to each other. Emily grabbed an old quilt I'd gotten from my grandmother years before, and unfolded it over the two of us. Leaning against my right side, she tilted her head and looked up at me. I could feel her soft hair tickling the side of my face and neck. "Ready?" I nodded. "All right. Here goes..." ***** The history that Emily recounted to me that morning was so heart-wrenching and mind-numbing that I couldn't put into words what she said. Suffice it to say I was horrified as she told me the story of her life. Her father, as I'd seen the short time I was around him, was to put it mildly, an asshole. Barely sufferable when sober, he became abusive and violent when drunk. According to Emily it wasn't uncommon for her father to leave work early in the afternoon, hit two or three bars on his way home, and arrive an hour after the rest of the family had eaten dinner. Demanding food the instant he was in the door, her father would plant himself in front of the television, and would stay there, drinking and swearing at his family, late into the evening. Emily talked of being absolutely frightened of her father when he was inebriated, a mindset that also existed with her mother. "She would often wait until he got home, hand him his plate of food and a beer," Emily went on, "and then hide in her room. Sometimes she would leave the house and not come back for hours." Emily looked up at me, tears forming in her eyes. "Those nights were the worst." Her voice choking with emotion, Emily buried her head in my arm and cried for a moment. I was left wondering what happened on those nights, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach as I imagined various atrocities. Her tears having run out for the moment, Emily wiped her eyes, rubbing her fists roughly against her face. Smoothing her hair, wild and tangled from the night's sleep, she continued. "I was so scared. I knew he hit my mom a lot. I saw the bruises on her back and arms, but he was always smart enough to never hit her in the face. I love my mom a lot, but she was so blind to how horrible my dad was, and she wouldn't do anything about it. When I was 14 or so I talked to a counselor at my high school, who was shocked and called the police. They talked with my mom, but she wouldn't say anything about my dad, and without her the police couldn't, or wouldn't do anything." She abruptly stopped and I could feel her shiver. Seeing that Emily was again crying, I pulled her tight to me and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Shh... it's going to be fine. That had to have been horrible for you. I can't even imagine how you made it. But you're here now. I'm here for you." She threw her arms around my neck and pulled us closer together. I could feel the front of my shirt grow damp from her fresh tears, and heard as she sniffled once or twice. "I think you've told me enough for now," I started, handing her a tissue. "I'm sorry I had to bring up all these awful memories for you." Emily looked at me with relief evident on her face. But soon her eyes darkened and she shook her head. "No, you have to know everything. If that was as bad as my life would ever get, I'd be a real nut case to be crying like this." "It gets worse?" I asked. She nodded. Pausing before she continued, Emily quickly shifted on the couch and I suddenly found myself with a warm, squirming Emily on my lap. She grinned at me as she settled down, her legs tucked under her, resting across my lap. "I hope you don't mind. Am I too heavy?" I may not have worlds of experience, but no woman is ever too heavy! "You're just perfect," I told her, rubbing her back softly with my right hand, as she leaned her left side against my chest. She turned and smiled at me, and then shifted again and continued, not looking at me. "I've never told anyone this before," she started in a timid voice. "It's in my file, but no one that hasn't read it would know about this. When I was a sophomore my dad finally crossed whatever line my mom had, and she left. She was there in the morning when I left for school, but that afternoon when I got home, the house was empty and most of her clothes were gone." She started crying softly, but kept on. "All she had left was a short note." "What did it say?" She looked at me sadly. "All it said was 'I'm sorry. Love, Mom.' I couldn't believe it. She turned out to be such a coward! By this time Kyle had graduated and had moved out, so it was just Dad and me, alone in the house. It was horrible." There was another long pause as she gathered herself. "I don't know how I stayed sane. For a little while things were actually better than before. Daddy seemed to think he might be in a little trouble, that my mom might have gone to the police, and she should have, but she didn't. But for a few months he never drank, at least at home, and we almost got along. It was kind of nice. But that summer he got in trouble at work. He lost three important accounts for his investment firm, and they fired him. That's when things started getting bad." "How bad?" "As bad as possible," she answered, turning to look me in the eye. She held my gaze for a moment, willing me to understand, not wanting to explain things further. She didn't see what she was looking for however, to her disappointment. Sighing, she turned away from me once more and continued. "Like I said, it was okay for a while, but then he lost his job and he finally got divorce papers from my mom and he really started drinking again, and..." she stopped suddenly, and I could feel her shaking again. "Go on," I gently prodded, wrapping her more tightly in the blanket we were sharing. She snuggled closer, pressing our two bodies together under the quilt. I could feel the heat of her body, and hoped she could feel my warmth and that it would somehow comfort her. "He started drinking all the time, and started getting these bad stretches where he'd just be outraged at any little thing. He started hitting me and..." Hearing her pause I went cold, hoping I was wrong, but sure I knew what came next. "... and he started coming into my room at night. Usually he was drunk and he would make all kinds of noises about how sorry he was and how he missed my mom, and just wanted to hold me." I felt the rage building up inside me. How could a father treat his daughter this way? "He started calling me crude names. He said I was 'his bitch' or his 'little whore' and I knew how my mom must have felt. Then one night... he came into my room and said if I was the woman of the house I was expected to act like it. He made me... he..." I felt the blood drain from my face and my muscles tense. "Did he rape you?" It was almost a whisper. She couldn't answer, so strong were the emotions. "No. Not really. At first he made me take my clothes off and he would masturbate himself while I sat there on the floor in front of him. He was so cruel about it. He always tried to cum on my face or in my hair. It was as if he was punishing me for my mom leaving him." I tried to tilt her face to mine, but she shrugged away from me. "Don't. I need to finish. He did that for a while, and then, I don't know, it must have gotten boring for him, because he started wanting me to put my hands on him and then finally my mouth. Oh god... my daddy made me suck him and..." The whole experience was finally too much and she turned in my lap and threw herself at me, wrapping me tightly in her arms. I put my hands around her back, trying to whisper assurances that 'everything will be okay' in her ears, but Emily kept shaking her head, crying into my shoulder. "I'm so dirty. I'm so dirty. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," she kept repeating again and again, despite my quiet protests to the contrary. Eventually the tears stopped flowing and her eyes dried up. Exhausted, Emily slipped into unconsciousness. Gently rolling her off me, I laid her out on the couch and covered her with the quilt. I quietly slipped into my room and put on some clothes. Exiting the house I locked the door behind me and went for a walk. I needed some time to think. ***** I walked around campus in the brisk November air, my mind at a loss. What could I do to help? How could I possibly hope to make things better? I was determined to do anything I could, even if it meant simply being there for Emily. After an hour of wandering mindlessly, I began to feel the cold, and turned around. While I was heading back to my house a car pulled up behind me and honked. Looking back, I saw that it was Caleb and Mary. They waved and pulled over while I quickly jogged across the street. Caleb rolled down his window and we greeted each other. "Hey John, what's up?" I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to get into what was really going on. "Not much. What are you guys doing?" "Oh, nothing much. Mary and I are having two Thanksgiving celebrations this year, and we spent time with her family yesterday. We spent the night and drove back into town this morning." "Sounds like fun. Was it?" Mary laughed. "It was marvelous! If I'd thought about it, you would have been welcome to come with us. My parents have a big house. Plenty of guest rooms." She smiled. "Sorry I didn't think of you. Next year," she promised with an exaggerated nod of the head. I laughed along with her. "I may take you up on it. This year wouldn't have worked though," I continued, explaining how Emily was staying with me over break. "Wait a minute," Caleb broke in. I had of course explained my lifelong infatuation with Emily, and he was aware I had a new student to tutor, but I had never told him exactly who she was. "You mean that Emily is... is Emily?" I grinned. "Yep, one in the same." "Wow," I heard from inside the car. Mary had also been briefed on my love life, or lack thereof. "So, are you two... you know?" She looked out the window inquisitively. Not at all wanting to reveal exactly how 'you know' we were, I shrugged it off casually. "Nah. Not that I wouldn't want to, in a heartbeat, but I am the tutor and she is..." "That's a load of crap," interrupted Caleb. "You're a nice guy, and I'm sure you're following some arcane set of tutor/student guidelines, but sheesh... aren't there any extenuating circumstances? This is the girl you've been pining over for how long?" "Nearly ten years." "Then what are you waiting for!?" "Um..." "Exactly, so do it, man! Take a chance and go for it She's staying with you right? It's not like she doesn't have any other friends, so that has to mean something." Not wanting to reveal that I thought I might in fact be Emily's only friend, I remained silent on that point. I finally allowed as to how I was hoping something would happen, again not mentioning that something was very much happening. While we were chatting a thought occurred to me, and I asked what the two of them were doing that evening. Caleb glanced at Mary for confirmation, which he apparently received, then turned back. "Nothing much. We head to my folks' place tomorrow, but nothing's going on tonight. Why? What did you have in mind?" "Well, I haven't asked Emily about this, but I doubt she'll mind. How would you two like to come over for another early Thanksgiving dinner tonight? We have more than enough food, and I would love to have you over. Ever since I took the time away from school, I don't see enough of you guys." Again a silent conversation between the two, before Mary said they'd love to, "as long as Emily is okay with it." "Sounds good. I have your number, so why don't I give you a call sometime after lunch? You two don't need to bring anything," I continued, despite Mary's protest. We argued playfully for a bit, before I allowed her to bring desert, "but not pumpkin pie, I already bought one." With that, I realized that I was still very cold, but turned down the offer of a ride as we were only a few blocks from my place. Mary and Caleb and I said our goodbyes, and they drove away. ***** As I was unlocking the front door to my house I took a quick glance at my watch and saw it was nearly noon. I'd been gone for a couple hours, and hoped Emily wasn't freaked when she saw I was gone. I had forgotten to leave a note to tell her where I had gone. The first thing I noticed when I stepped inside was a wonderful smell. The second was I could hear singing coming from the kitchen. Knowing it was Emily, I called out a 'hello' and went to investigate. "Hey," she said, glancing over her shoulder at me from in front of the sink. It looked like she'd used every clean pan and utensil I owned and was now in the process of washing them. "I'm really sorry about this morning. I thought you knew about me and was surprised to hear you didn't, and talking about the assho... my dad really got me worked up." "Yeah," I smiled. "I noticed. What's in the oven?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "I made us brunch. I mixed up some eggs and ham and sausage and cheese and made a casserole." "Well, it smells great." Curious now, I opened the oven door and peeked inside. "Is it done yet?" she asked, seeing what I was doing. "I have no idea," I confessed. "The eggs look done, but what about the meat? Is it cooked?" Emily laughed a little. "Silly," she chided. "Ham is always cooked, and I browned the sausage first. Here, move," she said, bumping me out of the way with her hip. "Let me take a look." She looked critically a her concoction and, coming to a decision, demanded an oven mitt. I grabbed the folded up hand towel I always used instead of an official oven mitt and handed it to her. Looking at it and back at me, she gave me a glance, her eyebrow raised in question. "Sorry. I don't use the oven all that much. The towel's always worked fine for pizza," I said, by way of explanation. "Hmmph," she muttered. "Someone needs to domesticate you a little." Deciding the indignity of using a towel was more than countered by the possibility of food, she pulled the casserole from the oven, and practically dropped it on the counter. Giving a little yelp of pain as the heat from the dish quickly made its way through a thin spot in the towel, she shot me a semi-dirty look. "Jerk," she accused. "This is you fault." She moved to the sink and put her hand under the cold water. "Kiss it and make it better?" I offered, smiling. She smiled back. "Among other things," she countered mysteriously. ***** "Delicious," I said, as I finally pushed my plate away from me. Between the two of us we had managed to eat more than half the casserole. "Perfect for dinner," Emily declared as she began putting the leftovers away. As I cleared our dishes from the table I remembered I hadn't mentioned meeting Caleb and Mary. "How about breakfast tomorrow?" I asked, and went on to explain my chance encounter with them earlier that morning. Emily thought about it for a moment. "I suppose that would work. You have enough food to feed an army, but what about the turkey? It's already almost one o'clock, and the turkey's still frozen. It won't thaw in time to cook." I shook my head. "Not a problem." I explained how a few years ago my mother had discovered that a turkey could be put in the oven frozen and still come out fine. "It takes a little longer than if it was thawed, but you don't need to worry about thawing it overnight. Just remember to turn the oven hotter than you normally would." We had learned that lesson the hard way the first year. As we finished the food preparations, I thought I saw Emily looking at me surreptitiously, a tiny smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She didn't want to be noticed though, as every time I glanced her way she would quickly find something to do. At last everything was done. The turkey was in the oven. The potatoes were boiling on the stove in preparation for being mashed. Green beans and sweet potatoes would be easy, and Mary was bringing dessert, so everything was set. The two of us moved into the living room and sat on the couch. I reached for the remote, wanting to see what was on the television, but Emily stopped me. "John," she started, "I want to thank you again. Everything you've done for me has been so wonderful. I haven't been able to unburden myself with anyone. Ever. I didn't get to finish this morning, but after my dad started coming on to me I realized I had to leave. One day during my junior year of high school he went on another drunken rage. He beat me really bad." I could feel her again shaking next to me, and pulled her back on my lap. She looked at me questioningly. "Having you sit this way seemed to work out all right this morning," I said by way of explanation. She grinned. "You just like having me in your lap," she teased, grinding against me slowly. I could feel the stirrings of an erection, but prayed Emily didn't notice. If she did nothing was said. "Anyway, he put me in the hospital. Thankfully a doctor called the police and my dad went to jail for a little while." "He's not there anymore? Why not?" "Because I love him. As bad as he's been he's still my father. I know he drove my mom away and even Kyle didn't come home very often, but..." she looked at me helplessly. "Shh... it's fine. He's family and he always will be." I tried to sound reassuring, but wasn't sure how convincing I could be. "He is kind of an asshole though," I said, enjoying the shocked expression on her face. "C'mon, you can say it. Say 'he is kind of an asshole' for me. Just one time." "John! He's my dad and..." "Say it. You wanted to earlier." "No." "He's not an asshole?" "Well he is, but..." "You can't say it?" She nodded. "But he is a big prick," she finally stammered. "What?" "He is! He's a big fucking prick." She looked pleased with herself, and grinned triumphantly. "But he's not an asshole?" I was teasing now. "Nope, just a big prick." Predictably, all this talk about pricks and assholes and fucking, coupled with the beautiful woman now giggling in my lap, had the expected result. I felt myself stiffen in my shorts. Emily felt it too and giving me a sexy look, began grinding slowly but firmly against me, pushing her pajama-covered pussy directly against my cock. She leaned forward, pushing her breasts against my chest, and whispered in my ear. I could feel her hair brushing against my cheek and her breath was hot against the side of my face. "Do you want to do it to me?" Her voice was heavy with her desire. "God yes," I answered, "but are you sure?" "Very sure," was Emily's response as she began brushing her fingers through my hair. "But why me?" "I've been in love with you for almost ten years," was the first thing that came out of my mouth. Suddenly Emily stopped moving and stared at me, eyes wide. "Ten years?" "Almost. I fell in love with you at my junior high graduation. I doubt you remember." She looked sheepish. "I remember everything," she giggled. It was my turn to grimace. "Everything?" I questioned. "Everything," she responded. "I remember you getting hard and rubbing your dick against my ass and... I can't believe I did it... I remember touching you. I was only eleven! You were so bad. So very bad." It was hard to take Emily seriously as she said this, as she had once against began to roll her hips against mine, all the while her hands were stroking up and down my chest, toying with my nipples through my shirt. "When you guys moved away that summer, I tried to forget you," I finally admitted. She looked at me, surprise evident in her face. "I figured you were gone forever, and that I'd never see you again, so I tried to forget about you. But, I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried, you were always there." "Me too," she whispered, leaning close and brushing her lips against mine. I could taste the salty tanginess of her desire. Her movements in my lap became more pronounced, as she truly started humping her pelvis against mine. I could hear her groan with desire as she continued. "Through all the bad stuff in my life, I always had this memory of one good moment, and I hung on to that, even as my mom and dad fought." "Enough," I finally blurted out, grabbing her by the shoulders, trying to slow her down. "If you keep this up, I'm not going to last very long." Emily was not to be deterred. "You mean you'll cum in your pants?" she questioned, a gleam in her eye. I nodded, suddenly suspicious. "Then do it." She sped up her movements, and pulled my hands off her shoulders, placing them on her hips. "Touch me. Feel how hot I am for you. I want to do this for you. Cum for me." She ground down hard on me, moaning with the contact. Giving in to my own desires, I squeezed one hand on her smooth ass cheek, feeling the muscles flex as she tried to fuck me through our clothes. With my other hand I grasped a breast, enjoying the heft and softness, feeling the nipple poke at me. "Are you wearing a bra?" I asked. She shook her head that she was not. "Then take off your top. I want to see your tits." Again she shook her head. "Nope, this is all about making you shoot in your pants," she reminded me. "You've been lusting and dreaming after me for years, remember? You shouldn't need any extra stimulation." She laughed at my expression of disbelief, one that quickly changed as Emily reached between her legs and after ten years, cupped my penis and balls for a second time. She smiled at me. "You're bigger than you used to be," she said. I leaned forward, kissing the hard tips of her breasts through her pajama top, all the while stroking her legs and ass. "So are you." And she was. Realizing that Emily dressed to obscure her features, I had discovered that she was, in fact, all woman. A horny woman. As she continued stroking my staff through my pants, I felt the familiar tingle begin in my balls. Clinching my ass cheeks together, I pressed myself more firmly into her hand, trapping it between our two bodies. "I'm close," I told her, moaning with the sensations coursing through my body. Sneaking a hand down the front of her pajamas, I felt her moist heat as I neared her pussy. Running my hand through the soft forrest of her pubic hair, I dipped lower, running a finger up and down her slit, feeling her vaginal lips flushed and swollen with her desire. She groaned at the sudden contact and sped her movements against my cock. I could feel the back of her hand against my own as we masturbated each other. Thrusting my hips up against hers, I again warned of my quickly approaching orgasm. "Here I come," I said. As my semen rushed towards the head of my cock, now twitching in orgasm, I felt the lips of Emily's pussy begin to spasm around my fingers. Using the wetness now pooling near her slick opening, I spread her fluids over her crotch, and moistened the hood at the top of her pussy, feeling her clitoris poking out. Gently running my finger around the erect nub, I flicked once and felt her stomach muscles quiver. Flicking at it once, then again I felt a rush of fluids spray out over my hand, soaking her shorts and flooding my lap. "Oh god oh god oh god," was as coherent as either of us could manage at the intense sensations we were both feeling. As I felt my cock eject the last of my sperm, I collapsed back into the couch, Emily quickly following as her own orgasm slowly died down. For several minutes we lay there, pressed against one another, as our bodies slowly cooled and our heart rates slowed. Pushing a strand of damp hair away from her eyes, I kissed Emily on the forehead, again tasting the saltiness of her sweat. "That was marvelous," I told her, lifting her head up to kiss her closed eyelids. "A bit messy though," I continued, feeling my ejaculate slowly cooling in my underwear. Slowly Emily opened her eyes, still glazed with passion, and looked up at me, She laughed. "Need a shower?" I thought about her question for a moment and had to admit the idea had definite appeal. "With you?" "Duh!" She groaned as she slowly pulled herself off me and we both stood up. "I have to admit you make a great pillow. You sure I'm not too heavy?" "Never. You're welcome to take all your naps just like that." "Good. Now, to the shower," she called out as she spun around and headed toward the bathroom. "Last one in has to wash the other one from top to bottom!" Hearing that I quickly sat back down on the couch. Realizing I wasn't hurrying to beat her to the bathroom, much less even heading that direction, Emily turned back to me, a puzzled look on her face. "You coming?" "In a minute," I leered at her. "I just wanted to make sure I lost the race." "Pervert," she called out. "Hurry up!" Never keep a woman waiting. I hurried. ***** Showering with another person, much less a stunningly attractive female wasn't something I had any experience with, as Stacey had never mentioned it, but I highly recommend it. Reaching the bathroom door, I paused to watch Emily quickly shed her pajamas, blushing a bit as she saw me watching her. She turned a bit, trying to hide herself from my view. Realizing I had just brought her to orgasm and she had done the same for me, I let out a short laugh. She turned and gave me a questioning glance. As I explained the humor I saw in the situation, Emily laughed and blushed, but suddenly turned serious. "I'm sorry about this morning. I woke up and you were hard and poking me in the butt, and I got curious." She paused and then got a sad look on her face. "Because of all the abuse from my dad, I've never really been able to look at... at a dick... not one I wanted to look at, anyway." Emily started to sniffle again. Lifting her chin up with my hand, I looked her square in the eye. "Emily, look at me. Your dad is a horrible person, whether you admit it or not. He basically raped you for a year! You finally got smart enough and strong-willed enough to deal with a bad situation, and I'm proud of you. Don't think for a second that this is anything you should feel guilty, or bad about. It's not. The more you think it's something you could have controlled, the more the asshole wins. He stole something from you, you know. Sex is supposed to be fun. I think he maybe took that away when he started molesting you." Emily leaned toward me and raised up on her toes. Kissing me firmly on the lips, she smiled. "I know. Thank you." "So, make me a promise. I know you won't be able to, but try to put your dad as far out of your mind as you can, okay?" She looked at me with a doubtful look on her face. "I probably can't do that, you know." "But you'll try?" "I'll try." "Good, that's all I ask." She looked sad for a moment before noticeably brightening. "Hey! I beat you in here. You have to wash me." With that, she reached in and turned on the shower, quickly shedding her socks and panties, giving me the first real look at her body. I took my time looking over her charms. Her face I had already seen, of course, but it was still spectacular. She had the deepest brown eyes I had ever experienced, and I knew it would be an easy thing to lose myself in them. Her neck was still long and thin. I've often found a woman's neck to be a turn on, and hers was no exception. A few wisps of hair had come free of the pony tail she seemed to always wear, only serving to accentuate her beauty. She had a natural beauty. There was nothing enhanced or fake about her, her body and personality were very natural. As she turned to test the water with her hand I took a good look at the firm globes of her ass. Very full and feminine, there was no extra fat to be found anywhere. Each cheek slid against the other in a sinuous motion as she walked into the shower, and as she bent down to pick up a washcloth, I could see the still-swollen lips of her pussy peeking at me between her thighs. Resisting the urge to once again run my hand through her moist pussy, I instead removed my own clothes and stepped into the shower behind her. Grabbing the soap, I quickly worked up a heavy lather as Emily rinsed herself under the warm spray. Everything around me seemed to melt away as I watched her hands glide over her smooth skin. Noticing my distracted expression, Emily shook her head rapidly, whipping her hair around in an arc and spraying me with water. "I'm ready," she said in a sing song voice, turning away from me. Reaching behind her she pulled her hair around to her front and out of my way, presenting me with the smooth surface of her back. Turning my attentions to the job at hand, I started by running my hands, full of lather, over her shoulders and down her arms. I don't believe she lifted weights or did any specific strength training, but the muscles under her smooth skin were firm and toned. Reaching down, I in turn took each of her hands in mine, interlacing our fingers and washing between each finger carefully. The slippery sensations caused by the soap was very erotic, and I felt my penis begin to stir. After both of Emily's arms and hands were properly cleaned I turned next to the smooth expanse of her back. Starting at her neck I gently washed and massaged down her torso until I reached the swell of her buttocks. As I rinsed her back I was entranced by the warm soapy suds draining between the two mounds of her ass, watching the water slip between them, towards her pussy, and down her legs. Dropping to my knees, my hands circled first one, then the other leg, working the muscles and delighting in her soft sounds, as the groans as I roughly kneaded her taut legs turned to sighs of contentment as she slowly relaxed. Her legs, front and back, now done, I stood up and again reached for the soap. "Ready to do my front now?" she asked turning to face me, clearly excited at the prospect of my hands on other, intimate places on her body. "Almost," I replied. "But you need to stay facing the other direction." She clearly disapproved of this idea, but I had something I wanted to try. Working the soap over my own body, including my now-erect cock, I was soon covered from chest to thigh in a heavy lather. Working the soap into my hands, I built up another handful of suds and stepped close behind her. "Ready for me to do your front?" I asked. She nodded. Pressing myself tight against her back and ass, I reached around with my arms and began sliding my slippery hands up and down over her front, washing her from the bottom of her breasts to the top of her pubic area. Our proximity forced my cock against her ass cheeks, and it rested there, pressed between the two of us. The slippery sensation was almost too much for me, and I heard Emily also groan at the sensation. Teasing her belly button, I made sure it was extra clean. Laughing, she turned her head towards me. "You're missing a few important areas," she chided, her voice betraying her arousal. I raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" She nodded. I took both my hands and placed them directly on the bottom slope of her breasts, cupping and gently squeezing the firm globes, quickly slippery from the soap. Sliding upwards, I began alternating between teasing her puffy aureoles and squeezing her nipples, feeling them instantly harden and contract at my touch. Emily pushed herself back against my cock, wedging it more firmly between the slippery cheeks of her ass. I could feel her heat, even as warm soapy water washed over us, and began thrusting my shaft up and down, rubbing the underside against her smooth flesh, stimulating both of us. Abandoning any pretense of washing now, I rinsed the soap from my hands and slowly moved down, past her trim waist. Caressing her upper thighs and hipbones, I began working my way towards her wet pussy. Emily was busy too, reaching behind her body, reaching for and finally capturing my thrusting cock. As she grabbed me with both hands I stopped my movements, enjoying the slippery sensations her ten fingers were providing. Squeezing me gently, she reached down and cupped my balls in her hand. "Keep going," she panted, my hands having an effect on her breathing. "I want you to... I want you to fuck my hands." Excited, I renewed my thrusting, this time in the tight vice of her fist. It was awkward to get each other off this way, back to front, her arms sandwiched between our two bodies, but also exciting. My hands were a blur of motion at her pussy, as I tweaked her clit with one hand, while gently dragging my other hand up and down her dripping slit, probing in and out. I could again feel the slippery walls of her pussy clutching at my invading finger, trying to trap me inside her wet sheath. Feeling myself coming close to another orgasm, I slowed my thrusting and pulled myself from her grasp. She turned around, a frenzied look on her face, as I removed my hands from her pussy. "What? Keep going, I'm so close," she pleaded. In desperation she thrust back against me, hoping for some stimulation against her vagina. I had another idea, and spread my legs wide, effectively lowering me to her height. Pushing the head of my cock down and forward, I again slipped it between the flesh of her ass, but this time lower, into the inverted vee between her legs and under her pussy. Thrusting forward, I felt my dick move past her ass and under her pussy. It was the wrong angle for fucking, but that wasn't my intent. "Stand up straight and put your legs together," I told her. Emily turned and looked at me, questioning me with her eyes, but I nodded for her to do it. She did, and trapped my shaft between her legs, wedged tight against the bottom of her cunt. I could feel the heat and wetness, and began slowly moving back and forth, simulating coitus but without actual penetration. My shaft provided the stimulation Emily had been seeking, and she began thrusting back at me, her soft ass pushing against my stomach. I reached around and began twisting on her nipples. She yelped at the first contact, but quickly moaned at the added stimulation. "Oh God. Oh God Oh God. Keep doing that. I'm almost there," she moaned, and reached to her pussy, frantic for her orgasm. As she reached her wet slit, I felt her fingers as the head of my cock bumped against her hand. With each thrust my dick was momentarily poking through the folds of her pussy, giving Emily the appearance of an extra appendage. Close now, we sped our movements against each other, slamming together at the hip, and teasing with hands and mouths wherever we could find a patch of sensitive skin. I reached my peak first, and cried out. "I'm coming," I gasped into her ear. "I'm coming!" Emily reached down and grabbed the head of my penis, and spurt after spurt of ropy semen shot into her slick hand. I nearly fell, my energy suddenly sapped, but managed to stay on my feet. She was close now too, and using her hand, full of my thick semen, she began thrusting one, then two sticky fingers into her pussy, bringing herself to the edge, and finally over. As she came she opened her mouth in a silent scream and I put my own mouth over hers, probing with my tongue until it was met by hers. With a shudder, Emily pulled her fingers out of her still clutching pussy and wrapped her arms around my neck. Our passionate kiss lasted until finally, the hot water began to run out. Realizing we were still dirty, we quickly rinsed away the newest signs of our passion and jumped out of the shower. ***** Drying each other was just as entertaining as showering together had been. We refrained from too much more extracurricular activity, although a good deal of touching and fondling did occur. Getting dressed, I noticed that it was now well into late afternoon, a fact confirmed by the smells emanating from the kitchen. Realizing I still had not called Caleb, I grabbed the phone and dialed his number. I confirmed he and Mary were more than welcome, and he said they'd be over in an hour or so, in time for dinner. We hung up and I went back to my bedroom, where Emily was changing. She was standing with her back to me, looking critically at herself in the mirror. I didn't let her know I was there, choosing instead to stand and admire the woman I had loved not minutes before in the shower. Smiling, I let out a small chuckle at the pleasant memory. Emily turned at my sound, and smiled radiantly at me. "Hey you," she said. "What's up? Did you call your friends?" I nodded that I had. "They should be here in an hour or so," I told her. She made a mock pouty face at me as she sauntered to where I stood, hips swaying seductively. Extending her tongue, she licked around her lips to wet them. Reaching out with her hand, she began stroking my flaccid cock through my slacks, getting a small rise out of it. "So... we don't have time to... play?" She asked in her best little girl voice. As gently as I could, I pulled her hand away from my slowly rising member and brought her hand to my lips. Kissing her palm and fingers as I shook my head 'no,' I sighed and took a deep breath. Suddenly I noticed a distinct odor. Sniffing her hand more carefully this time I looked at Emily curiously. Blushing, she quickly pulled her hand away from mine. "Were you playing with yourself while I was on the phone?" I asked, smiling. If possible, she blushed an ever deeper pink. She nodded shyly. "Tsk tsk tsk... you're a bad girl!" "I couldn't help it," she whispered. "You got me so hot in the shower..." "Didn't you come?" She had certainly acted like it. "Oh God yes! I don't think I've ever come so hard, but..." she paused, embarrassed. "You were still horny?" I smiled. She nodded. "Yes." "Give me your hand," I stated, holding out my own. She looked questioningly at me, but extended her arm slowly. Taking her hand, I brought it to my lips and gently kissed each fingertip. Running my tongue up and down each digit, I slowly licked up her tangy juices. Taking each finger in my mouth, I sucked gently, hearing Emily's sharp intake of breath. "Harder," she breathed. "Suck harder." Speeding my actions I began running my tongue between her fingers, causing her to squirm. Reaching down with my free hand, I slid my fingers lightly over Emily's flat stomach and under her panties, finding her pussy sopping wet as her musky juices seeped through the thin material and dripped down the inside of her thighs. "I'm going to have to clean the carpet in here," I joked, gesturing to the few drops of her lubricant making tiny wet spots on the floor." Emily looked horrified at first, but quickly realized I was teasing. Beginning to say something, her words caught in her throat as her passion rose. Gasping that she was close, her leg muscles began to spasm as I brought her closer and closer to the edge with my finger. Her thighs clamped down hard on my hand, trapping it against her pussy, which fluttered once and released more juices, soaking my hand and her panties. Realizing she was still climaxing, I again sped up my finger actions and brought her to another orgasm. Her face damp and flushed, Emily collapsed backwards onto the bed, leaning back on her left arm as her right arm dipped down and gently rubbed her swollen pussy lips, her breathing slowly coming back to normal. She looked at me with something bordering on awe. "You're amazing," she finally said. She looked at my pants, my erection making an obvious tent in the loose material. "You're also hard again. Can I help?" she asked coquettishly. "As much as I'd like that," I said, glancing at my watch, "we really don't have time. Caleb and Mary should be here any moment. And one of us might need a sponge bath." Emily glanced down at the wet trails streaking down her thighs and grinned. "I suppose so," she admitted. "But later... you're all mine." There was a lust in her eyes I'd not seen before, and I felt myself shiver at what tonight might hold. Reaching my hand out, I helped her to her feet, pressing my lips against hers and almost... but not quite... losing control again. "Deal," I promised, giving her my best scout salute. "Tonight, you may do with my body as you see fit." She giggled and gave me her best sultry look. "I'll hold you to that." "Good, now go change." As she turned to go clean herself off, I heard a knocking coming from the living room. I swatted her on her pretty backside, enjoying the jiggle of her hips has she walked, again, to the bathroom, this time alone. I went to the front door and peeked through the tiny window. It was Caleb and Mary, of course. Calling back to let Emily know, I heard a sharp 'eek' and heard the bathroom door slam shut. Laughing, I opened the door. ***** Giving each a friendly hug, I invited Caleb and Mary to have a seat on the couch, since Emily was running a little late. "Her shower went a little longer than usual," I said with a laugh. Caleb gave me a funny look, but said nothing. While we waited for Emily appear, the three of us caught up a little more than we'd had a chance earlier that day. Eventually, Emily appeared in the living room, and I introduced my friends to each other. Emily had changed into a simple blouse and skirt. The material of the skirt appeared to be nearly translucent, but revealed nothing. The blouse was also modest, a pale blue color, but Emily filled it quite nicely, her soft breasts pushing out enough, not obscenely, but their shape and firmness were quite evident. Aside from our heated sexual encounters, it was the most revealing outfit I'd seen her wear. Sitting back on the couch, Mary and Emily began an animated conversation about clothing and school and, I'm assuming, about Caleb and myself. Realizing I would not be needed, I took Caleb to my study. I'd picked up an old computer at an estate sale and had been having trouble with it. I'd purchased a digital piano to get some practicing done at home, and was attempting to connect the two, but kept running into problems. After showing Caleb exactly what was and was not working, I sat on the chair and watched him work. He was quickly on his back under my desk, fiddling with connections and settings on the piano itself, and I soon heard a triumphant 'a ha!' come from the corner of the room. Getting up to look, he held up what I assumed to be an offending cable of some sort. "Here's one of your problems," he said by way of explanation. "You had the interface box hooked up backwards. The computer and keyboard use the same serial cable, and you had the 'in' connected to the 'out' when it should have been the opposite. Plus, the keyboard wasn't set up to send the proper MIDI signals anyway." I simply nodded in acknowledgment that I'd heard. Nothing he'd said had meant anything, but if he was satisfied so was I. Dusting off his slacks, Caleb leaned back against the desk, and gave me a knowing smirk. "So... what's the deal between you and Emily?" he asked. I tried to look innocent. "What do you mean?" He looked at me as if I were a little child. "C'mon. Her shower took a bit longer than planned? Did you even air out the apartment, or have you two been 'busy' all afternoon?" He grinned as I looked at him with a mildly stunned expression pasted on my face. He knew! "Shit. Do you think Mary knows?" I face felt warm as I started to blush. Caleb just laughed. "I'm sure she does. She gave me a look when we first got in the apartment." He laughed. "That girl has quite the nose for pussy." "What?" Ignoring my question, Caleb continued. "Anyway, let's head back out there. The computer's all done and I'm getting hungry." We rejoined the ladies, still sitting beside each other on the couch, and the four of us headed into the kitchen. I noticed when we sat down that Emily seemed a little red in the face and had a difficult time looking at Caleb during the rest of the meal. I assumed Mary had made a comment similar to Caleb's but chose not to mention it. After we all ate too much food, we all made our way back to the living room, Emily and I having made the decision, over Caleb and Mary's mild protests, that the dirty dishes could wait until tomorrow. Emily and I collapsed onto the couch, while Caleb and Mary took the easy chair, Mary sitting across Caleb's lap, her arm around his neck. Scooting next to me, Emily grabbed the comforter off the arm of the couch and covered the both of us. For the next hour or so we chatted about school and work, but eventually the discussion broke into two separate conversations. Caleb and I discussed the next day's football games and Emily and Mary relating their experiences with a couple college professors they had in common. "He seems like he'd be such a strict grader!" Emily exclaimed. "I can't believe you did so well in his class." Caleb broke away from his 'lecture' on why Green Bay always loses to Dallas to ask which teacher they were discussing. "Professor Bergerud," Emily answered. "Mary says she got an 'A' in his intro to music class." Caleb chuckled. "Well, she didn't really earn the grade, if you know what I mean," he said with a twinkle in his eye. Emily's eyes widened a bit as Mary punched her husband in the arm. "You don't say anything," she warned, laughing. Trying not to rub the spot where he'd just been hit, Caleb raised his sore arm, three fingers raised. "Scouts honor, I won't say another word," he promised. Curious now, Emily turned to me, an exasperated look on her face. "Do you have any idea what they're talking about?" she asked. Getting a warning look from Mary, I put on my best innocent face. "I know nothing. Nothing at all," I deadpanned. While Mary and Caleb got a good laugh, I leaned closer to Emily. "I'll tell you after they're gone." "That's why you're my favorite," she said, kissing me on the cheek. After that, we went back to talking. I honestly don't remember the topic of conversation, because shortly after that I felt Emily's hand fumbling around my leg. Getting oriented, she quickly moved to the inside of my leg, close to my zipper. Reaching up, she grabbed the tab and slowly, to not make any noise or too sudden a movement, pulled it down. The slacks I was wearing were rather tight, and it didn't take long for Emily to realize she couldn't reach her goal that way, so decided on another way. Disguising her movements by pretending to reach over me to grab a magazine off the lamp stand, she deftly unbuckled me belt and popped the button on my pants. "I'm kind of sleepy," she mumbled, leaning closer and appearing to close her eyes. "But you guys don't mind me, I'm still listening." In reality she was wide awake, as evidenced by her active hand. She stealthily slid her hand under the waistband of my briefs, playing with the curls of my pubic hair for a short time, before making her way toward my rapidly expanding cock. Attempting to keep up my end of the conversation, I tried to ignore her hand as it gently manipulated my shaft, slowly sliding the skin up and down, occasionally running a finger over my tip and spreading the drops of pre-cum now flowing from the head. Emily would periodically make little grunting noises, letting the rest of us know she was still aware of our conversation, although I doubt that was the truth. Because she was sitting so close to me I could feel her hips sliding on the couch, as she was no doubt stimulating herself by squeezing her legs together. No doubt the grunting noises she was making were as a direct result of her own arousal. Completely hard now, and a bit nervous about being caught by our guests, I leaned over to Emily. "You better slow down there, before I shoot my load all over the front of my pants," I whispered in her ear. "How would I be able to explain that?" She looked up and grinned, but I continued. "Plus, I'm starting to be able to smell your pussy." That finally got through to her, and she quickly pulled away from me, sitting up and looking around. "I need to go to the bathroom," she finally said, sliding out from under the blanket and standing. "Me too," said Mary, struggling to stand. "Oh, I think my legs fell asleep." "You think you had it bad?" Caleb asked. "Try being sat on for a few hours, and then see how you feel." "Are you saying I'm fat?" asked an annoyed Mary. Caleb panicked for a moment before deciding he was being teased. Mary was anything but fat. "Of course not," he finally said. "Good. Now, it's time for the girls to hit the bathroom, so you men folk wait out here," she said. "Besides, honey, we should leave in a bit. It's getting kind of late." Realizing it was nearing midnight, Caleb agreed and stood up, searching for his coat and shoes. I stayed covered on the couch, willing my erection to wilt before I had to stand. Caleb returned a couple minutes later wearing his coat and carrying Mary's. Just then Emily and Mary returned and I wondered, not for the first time, just why it is that women seem to have a deep-seated need to go to restrooms in groups of two or three. My personal opinion was that it was nothing more than basic herd mentality, but I would never say that. Realizing that some things in life would forever remain a mystery I sighed. Seeing that Caleb and Mary were ready to leave I stood to let them out and was momentarily confused as my slacks fell to my kneed. The mortified look on Emily's face reminded me exactly why they were unfastened. Bending to hide myself and make a quick grab for the waistband of my pants, I hastily dressed myself, much to my embarrassment. "What, exactly, were you two doing?" asked Mary, a huge grin splitting her face. I glanced at Emily and noticed she was standing there, mouth open, her look of panic very plainly evident. "Um," I stuttered, trying to cover up my predicament. "Uh... you see... I ate too much for dinner... and these pants are really tight... and it was uncomfortable, so I unzipped them. That's why I grabbed the blanket." I looked at them, hoping they believed it and had forgotten it was Emily who had grabbed the blanket. I don't know if they bought it, but neither Caleb nor Mary said anything further. As we said our goodbyes in the doorway, Mary leaned back into the house and gave Emily a quick kiss on the cheek. "I had a wonderful time tonight. It was so good meeting you, Emily, we'll have to get together sometime." "I'd like that," Emily replied, obviously pleased to have made a new friend. Caleb and I shook hands, and as Mary and Emily walked to the car, Caleb turned to me. "Was it worth it?" he asked. I cocked my head in question, shrugging my shoulders in confusion. "Was what worth it?" "The ten year wait. John, I have to tell you, she's great for you. I haven't seen you this happy since you got that surprise blowjob from... what was her name?" I tried to motion Caleb to be quiet, but it was to no avail. "Whose name? What blowjob?" asked Emily, hurrying past me to stand in the slightly warmer doorway. My mother would have disapproved. The front door had been open for ten minutes. 'You don't need to heat the entire neighborhood,' she was fond of saying. "What blowjob?" Emily repeated. I hesitated before answering. "Uh... this girl..." Frustrated by my non-answer, Emily huffed at me and went inside. I turned and yelled at Caleb's back as he was walking away, "thanks a lot!" He simply waved over his shoulder and got in his car. I waited until he drove off and went inside. ***** Closing the door behind me, I sighed and turned off the living room lights. Noticing that the light in my room was now the only source of light in the house I called down the hallway. "Emily? You in my room?" There was no answer. Checking behind me to make sure I hadn't left her in a pitch black room, I shrugged and headed to my room. Stepping through the door, I caught my breath at the sight before me. Surrounded by what appeared to be 20 or 30 candles spread throughout the room, her skin bronze in the flickering light, lay a very naked, and from the look of her nipples and labia, a very horny Emily. Her hair was framing her face on the pillow, while her hands slowly played over her body, twisting and teasing her nipples, fully engorged and erect. Watching me to gauge my reaction, Emily dipped a finger into her pussy, and I could hear the liquid sounds as she pushed in and out, collecting her own natural lubrication. As she pulled her finger, now coated in her juices, from her sucking pussy, I imagined I could hear a slight pop as the walls of her cunt tried to hold her inside. Bringing her hand to her breasts, Emily lazily trailed her fingers around her light brown nipples, already standing firm and tall. Now glistening from her slick oils, the points of her breasts seemed to glow in the light of the candles. Drawn to the beauty before me, I slowly travelled the short distance to the bed, shedding my clothes along the way. Removing my pants but leaving my briefs on I stood, my arousal obvious, the head of my cock straining to stick over the elastic band of my underwear. Shedding the last of my garments I stood there, the two of us finally naked together. Suddenly Emily sat up in bed, and my cock gave a twitch as her breasts swayed with the movement. I noticed a tiny mole on the inside of her left breast. She shivered as my fingers trailed over it, tweaking a nipple and teasing the sensitive skin on the soft underside of one tit. Reaching out, Emily softly took hold of my cock, her hand lightly sliding down the soft surface as the skin moved past the hard shaft. A look in her eye I was unable to read, Emily leaned forward, the tip of her pink tongue extended through slightly parted lips, and she daintily licked the underside of my prick. I jerked at the contact, letting out a moan. Taking this as a sign of encouragement, Emily again swiped at my cock, swirling her tongue around the spongy head, licking the sensitive underside faster and faster. Still lightly stroking the shaft as her mouth fluttered all over my twitching cock, Emily reached between my legs and cradled my balls, gently rolling them in her hand, nearly causing me to lose control. Wanting more, I begged in a ragged voice. "Open your mouth. Oh God, suck me, I'm so close to coming." Hesitating for a moment, Emily slowly opened her mouth and brought it to the head of my cock. Placing my hands on her shoulders for support, I slowly slid the head of my cock past her open lips, groaning as I felt her tongue on me. Feeling myself close to the edge, I slipped inside her wet, sucking mouth a bit further, gasping as I felt the first spurt of cum rope out the end of my prick, hitting the back of her throat. Pushing forward a bit more, I suddenly felt Emily's body began shaking, and without warning she pulled away from me, breaking all contact and leaving my prick jutting in the air, shooting out my orgasm into the air, her saliva rapidly cooling on my hot skin. As she shrunk away from me, Emily's shoulders began shaking more severely, and I could see her start crying. Oh God, had I hurt her? What had I done? Quickly wiping myself off as best I could, I threw away my soiled shirt into a corner of the room and returned to her side. "Are you okay Emily?" Worried, I sat down on the bed, trying to comfort her, not knowing what to say, not knowing what was wrong. I sat there for a few moments, my arm around her shoulders, Emily's face against my chest, before pulling her upright and looking her square in the eye. "Emily, what's wrong? What can I do?" She sobbed once and I could feel her talking into my chest, although her words very muffled. One word, however, was easily recognizable. "Your dad?" She nodded, afraid to look at me. "What did he do? Emily, you need to tell me this, it's very important, to me. What about your father?" I heard a deep breath followed by a long sigh, and Emily started talking. "I told you about him making me touch him and... and... he used to make me use my mouth on him, and just a second ago I saw the image of him standing in front of me. I freaked out." She suddenly started sobbing, holding me tightly around the waist. "Shh... you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. If it makes you uncomfortable doing that, then don't. I'll survive. I'm a big boy." She grinned at that, her tears still glistening in her eyes. "Certainly bigger than he is, in lots of ways." I laughed, not really wanting to know that but still somewhat pleased. "No, he made me do it. I think to him I was just somewhere wet and warm he could stick his little prick and get off in a hurry, but you... I want to do it to you. I want to! And because of... because of that asshole I can't. How messed up is that?" Emily smiled a sad smile at me. "I'm sorry, I know you expected it." Suddenly I felt like the world's biggest jerk. "I'm so sorry. Emily, this is all happening so fast for me. We really need to slow down a little bit. I've been dreaming about you for most of a decade, knowing you're completely out of the picture, and then one day, there you are. And if you'd been the worst person in the world it would have been for me, because then I could have stopped wanting you, like I've wanted you for so long." I paused for a second, brushing a few stray hairs away from Emily's forehead, kissing her lightly on the top of her head. "But you were so wonderful, and smart and funny and beautiful, that I would have fallen in love with you at first sight, even if I hadn't been waiting for you my whole life." I knew I had said the right thing when I saw the look on Emily's face. "Thank you," she whispered. "But I don't want you to feel like have to do anything you don't want to, just because you think I'd like it. Even if you think you want to do it." I held up my hand to silence her protest. "I know you think you want to give me a blowjob, and I know I'd love it, but look at me," and I pointed to my crotch. I was flaccid, with no signs of life whatsoever. "Right now, if you told me you were going to give a blowjob if it was the last thing you did, it might be, because I know how uncomfortable it makes, and that's the last thing I want." Emily wiped her eyes quickly and then threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me close. Repositioning herself, Emily threw one leg up and over me, straddling my lap. Leaning in to my body, Emily pushed her soft breasts against my chest. As they flattened against my chest, I felt the tips of her nipples dig into my flesh, two hot points, diamond hard. The touch was electric. She must have felt it too and moaned into my mouth as our lips met. The kiss was hot from the start, our tongues in a constant duel. I reveled in the sensation as her puffy lips slid against mine, my tongue darting into the warm recesses of her mouth, sliding along the edge of her teeth. She nipped playfully at it, giggling when I returned the favor, trapping her lower lip between my teeth, gently nibbling at it. Reaching behind her, I felt the smooth muscles of her back contracting and relaxing as she shifted in my lap. Sliding down her pale torso, I felt the swell as hip turned to buttock. Squeezing with both hands, I played with her ass cheeks, dipping a finger tip down her crack, teasing the rosebud of her ass. Squealing, she looked at me in surprise. "No one's done that before!" "Did you like it?" I asked. She blushed slightly and nodded. "But I don't think I want your dick up there," she finally decided. Returning to my mouth, her tongue attacked mine with raw passion, as I again brought my hands to her firm bottom. Dipping lower, I felt the smooth, puffy lips of her pussy and quickly poked inside, feeling her heat and wetness engulf the end of my middle finger. Stirring her juices, I collected enough moisture to coat my finger and began wetting the ring of her anus, teasing her with the new sensations. Pushing forward, I slipped a finger into her anus, up to the first knuckle. She squirmed against me and I felt her shudder at the new sensation. I brought my other hand to her front and began playing with her breasts, teasing and pulling at her engorged nipples, twice their normal size with her arousal. I continued my double assault on her ass and tits for a few minutes, my hand in front alternating between breasts, teasing her abdomen and occasionally dipping lower to tweak her clit or drag my fingernail between the lips of her pussy, now dripping with her juices. Emily's movements became more insistent and abrupt. Her mouth left mine and she buried her face on my shoulder. Ignoring everything but her own desires, she slammed her body back and forth in my lap, forcing her crotch and chest hard against my own, my finger in her hot ass forced further and further inward. With each spastic movement, her pussy left a slick trail on my thigh, coating me in her juices. Suddenly Emily froze, and I could feel her pussy begin clenching around my pussy as her orgasm neared. Abandoning her ass, I wet my hand in her juices and started stroking her clit with both thumbs. As the sensations crashed over her, Emily hugged me tight, and I could feel her body as spasm after spasm washed over her in waves. As her body slowly relaxed from her climax, Emily collapsed against me, breathing heavily. I could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, pressed so closely together were we. Rubbing the insides of her thighs, I felt small small tremors still racing through her body, and began rubbing her back, sliding over the smooth skin, now damp from her exertions. We sat there for a few moments, content to relax in the calm of my bedroom. Trying not to disturb her calm too much, I rolled Emily off me onto the bed. Grabbing a damp cloth from the bathroom, I gently wiped the sweat and our combined secretions from Emily's face and body. Still lost in her post-orgasmic haze, Emily murmured quietly at my ministrations and finally rolled over, pulling the blankets up and over her still naked body. Joining her in bed, for what really was the point of sleeping apart, I hesitated a moment before easing in behind her, my arm wrapped around her, my hand laying on her stomach, just under the jut of her breasts. Her bottom pressed back lightly against my cock as we situated ourselves. I could still feel the furnace of her pussy, but I was too drained for more action. Judging by her slow, easy breathing, Emily quickly fell asleep. I lay there for a few moments, my mind still pleasantly surprised at how thing seemed to have turned out, but soon my eyelids began feeling heavy, and I joined her in sleep. ***** For the second day in a row I woke to the wonderful sensation of warm hands diddling my erect cock. I slowly opened an eyelid and peered through the opening. Emily was laying on her right side, completely nude, and was reaching over with my body, fisting me with her left hand. For a moment I simply lay there, watching the shaft of my penis as her hand slid up and down, the skin taut with my arousal. Deciding to not make the same mistake as the previous morning, I quickly alerted Emily that I was awake. "Hey, gorgeous," I mumbled quietly, so as not to disturb her. "Good morning to you too." "It's about time," she shot back, giving me a lusty grin. "I've been at this for fifteen minutes, trying to get you to wake up." "Ah... and what a way to wake up," I answered, moaning a bit as the erotic sensations coursed through my cock. Feeling the tension beginning to build in my balls, I quickly grabbed her hand, slowing her movements. "If you keep that up, you're going to have to clean up the mess," I warned. "I have somewhere better you could put the mess," she replied. I looked at her warily, hoping she meant what I thought she was saying. "And that would be..." "I want you to... I want you to fuck me," she finally said. I pretended to think about it for a moment. "No," I shook my head. "What?" "I want to make love to you," I said, laughing. She thought about it for a moment, obviously understanding the differences, before nodding. "I like that. Make love to me. But promise me you'll be gentle," she begged. Be gentle with her? I never expect to find a 20 year-old virgin in this day and age, and said so to her. "Not technically a virgin," she replied. "I lost my cherry by accident when I was twelve or thirteen. I'd just gotten my first period, and was practicing putting my tampon in, and..." I held up my hand, to stop her story. "Some things I just don't need to know," I laughed, "but I get the idea. I promise to be as gentle as possible." Excited now, Emily released my cock, which she had been holding, motionless, during our entire conversation. Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs and looked at me expectantly. "Is this how you want to do it?" she asked, apparently expecting me to slide between her legs and start pounding away. I shook my head. "I don't think so. I've never had a virgin before, but I've heard the most comfortable position to do it would be for you to be on top. You get to control how fast and how deep that way." She thought about it for a moment before nodding at me. "That sounds good. God, I'm so wet right now just thinking about it." Proving her point, Emily reached into her pussy with two fingers, and I could hear squishing noises as she probed the warm recesses of her cunt. Grabbing her hand as she brought it away from diddling herself, I brought it to my mouth and quickly licked off her juices, smacking my lips in approval. "Tasty," I said, wagging my eyebrows at her. She laughed. "There's more where that came from," she replied, pointing to the small puddle she was creating on the sheets, a dark stain spreading even as I watched. Beginning to reposition myself at her pussy, intending to drink from the fountain, as it were, I was thwarted as she clamped her legs shut. "Uh uh," she said. "Not right now. I don't need any warm up, I'm hot enough. Lay on your back solder, and prepare to be fucked," she commanded me in her best military voice. I cocked my head at her. "I mean, let me make love to you," she said shyly. "That's better," I said. Reaching around in my night stand I realized to my horror I was without a condom. "Bad news," I told Emily, warning that I might need to make a trip to the drugstore down the road. "I'm on the pill," she informed me with some embarrassment. "I've been on it ever since... ever since my dad started... started drinking," she finally got out. Nodding that I understood, I kissed Emily hard on the mouth. "Thank you." Ready now, Emily slowly moved against me. Stretching her leg over mine, Emily climbed onto my lap, pressing down on me and forcing our bodies together. We were suddenly joined from chest to crotch, and it was all I could do to not ravage her right there. My cock was standing at attention, rubbing through her damp pubic hair. I could feel the heat radiate from her pussy as it washed over my balls in waves. Pushing upward, I managed to press my shaft between the lips of her pussy, contacting her clit and causing her to shiver at the contact. Giving me a smoldering look, Emily reached down between her bodies and with one delicate hand took hold of my cock. Sitting up a bit, she aimed my shaft at her damp opening and settled down on her haunches until the tip of my erection was just barely touching her outer lips. Swabbing me in her juices for lubrication, Emily wet my cock, groaning and she felt her lips spread and open, ready to take a man inside her for the first time. As she lowered her hips to mine, Emily had a steely look of concentration in her eyes. "Take your time," I whispered to her. "This is fun. It feels good. Enjoy it." She nodded back at me. Lowering herself further, Emily pressed firmly against the head of my cock, forcing the head through her tight opening, burying an inch or so inside her tight furnace. Placing my hands on her hips to steady her, I groaned as Emily dropped down a bit more onto my cock. "That feels so good," I moaned, trying to maintain control. "You're so tight and so hot." Emily moaned along with me, a gasp escaping her lips as she slid further down, my cock now half-encased in her slippery folds. "Oh God, John, you're so big inside me," Emily panted. Her face and chest were flushed with her exertions, a sheen of sweat covering her face. I knew for a fact I wasn't all that big, but this was her first time, and I was certainly bigger than a tampon. "Go slowly," I told her, for my sake as much as hers. "Let yourself get used to my size. You'll stretch a little to accommodate me, and slower you go the more time your pussy has to adjust." Taking my advice, Emily sat still on my cock, but she was anything but idle. Her hands had been resting on my shoulders from the beginning, but now they traveled to my face, touching my lips and cheeks, gently playing with a lock of hair. Leaning forward Emily delicately kissed all over my face, her lips leaving a shining trail of moist skin behind her, the pink tip of her tongue poking between her wet lips. My own hands were also busy, kneading the firm cheeks of her ass, rubbing and stroking. Bringing one hand to where we were joined, I toyed with her clit, sending shockwaves through her body. My other hand remained at her ass, toying with her crinkled rosebud, causing her to purr into my mouth, where our tongues were again dancing against each other. Deciding she had waited long enough, Emily looked me in the eye. With one final thrust of her tongue against my lips, she broke our kiss. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her weight to carry her down, and with a final moan I could feel myself bottom out, the cheeks of her ass flattening against my legs as she imbedded me completely in her pussy. Again her mouth attacked mine, while my hands sought out her breasts, toying with her turgid nipples, teasing the sensitive nubs of flesh with my fingernails, enjoying her pleased moans of arousal. Moving against my chest, Emily raised herself up an inch or so, and tentatively let herself fall back around my cock. The heat and pressure was nothing like I'd ever experienced with any of the women I'd been with. I don't know if it was because I was her first, or if Emily was naturally smaller inside than any women, but it was heavenly. Thrusting gently against her movements, my cock slipped easily through the hold, damp folds of Emily's pussy. Each time I grabbed an ass cheek or teased her ass with a finger, I could feel Emily's pussy contract and try to grab at my cock. Our activities soon had their effect on me, and after a few moments warned Emily of my impending orgasm. "I want you to come in me," she panted, her hips jacking up and down on my erection, slick with our combined juices. She was noticeably looser than when we had started, but still vastly tighter than anything in my previous experience. I could feel the walls of her pussy grip my cock with every upstroke, trying to trap me inside. Abandoning all semblance of control, I grabbed Emily's hips and started humping up to her as fast as I could. Her mouth open wide at the sensations, I could hear as Emily mewled out in her pleasure. Starting as a low rumble, her voice kept raising in pitch and intensity until she reached a near wail. With a final thrust, my cock exploded inside her, coating both of us with my juices. Five or six strong spurts followed, each slightly less in force and volume than the previous, until at last I was spent. Reveling in the afterglow of our exertions, we lay there on the bed for a few minutes, still joined together. My cock slowly shriveled and finally popped out, eliciting a sigh of disappointment from Emily. I felt our combined juices slowly leak out of her opening, my pubic hair now pressed and matted down from the rush of liquid. Running my hand up and down her spine I kissed her on the cheek, still feeling her body trembling against mine. "How was it?" I asked. She gave me a fierce kiss. "I loved it. I love you. It was wonderful." She signed in contentment. "Did you cum?" I asked, unsure if she'd gotten off. She shook her head. "I can take care of that," I said, reaching my hand down to her pussy. At the first contact I felt her jerk a bit and she again shook her head. "It was wonderful, and I promise you can take care of me forever. But not tonight. I'm a little sore." I stroked her damp cheek with my hand, kissing her softly on the lips. After a few more minutes, Emily raised her head off my chest, looking at me questioningly. "Am I too heavy?" she asked. "Never." Her weight felt wonderful, comforting and secure. "Good," she replied and put her head back down. Soon I could feel her muscles begin to relax and shortly her breathing grew slower and more deep as she fell asleep. It wasn't too long before I felt my own sleep begin to take over, and soon after that I followed, our bodies tangled together in rest. ***** The rest of Thanksgiving break was a blur. My mother visited the day after and the three of us went shopping, never my favorite activity, but especially so when half the state appeared to have decided to descend on the same shopping mall the ladies decided on. I resigned myself to a day of trudging from store to store in my designated role of pack mule, a part I played only mildly upset, as I knew some of the presents were for me. At the end of an exhausting day, we returned to my house and Emily went straight to bed. "So," my mother said, looking at me with an amused look. "I take that to mean you're sleeping on the couch?" It hadn't occurred to me until right then, that Emily had mentioned going to 'our' room, and I had thought nothing of it. My mother had, of course. "Ah..." I stammered, trying to play it cool. Nothing cool would come. I finally admitted we were sleeping together, 'at least for the moment' I said. "And what does that mean?" my mother inquired. I again was left without a good answer. "Honey," my mother continued, "I don't pretend to tell you what to do anymore. You've grown beyond needing me to run your life, but I hope you'll take some advice." I nodded. "Be good to her. This girl is head over heels in love with you, you know that, right? Again I nodded. I had told my mom a bit about Emily, about my longtime crush and our recent meeting and instant connection. "Then treat her with all the respect you can, okay? If things start going badly, she deserves to know immediately." She continued, telling me a story from her past. Bobby. Her first real boyfriend, and she was in love. He was in serious lust, but that was all. She was young and inexperienced, and completely unprepared for the day when he told her they were through. "It about broke my heart, John, it really did. I was only seventeen, but I was already prepared for it to be forever. I know you went through some of this with Stacey, so you'll understand what I'm talking about. You're a good boy, you always have been, just treat her right." She stood and the two of us hugged for a long while. I held her tight, not remembering the last time she had shown so much emotion over a part of my life. Finally breaking the embrace, I looked at my mother. "I love her, Mom. Part of it is the grade school crush, but she's great." "I know she is," my mother answered, wiping a tear from her eye. "She's wonderful. A bit naive, and still hurting, no doubt." I was surprised my mom seemed to know so much about her, I hadn't known they'd talked about Emily's past. My surprise must have shown, as my mother laughed at my expression. "You'd be amazed at what women talk about in a changing room." She smiled. "You were sure in enough of them today," I muttered under my breath. "What?" she asked, not quite catching what I'd said, thankfully. "Nothing." I quickly answered. Trying to fight my tiredness, I attempted, but failed to stifle a yawn. My mother looked at her watch and quickly started gathering her shoes and coat. "You best be getting some rest, young man," she jokingly scolded me. Turning serious, she paused. "I am proud of you John. You haven't had the easiest life in the world, but you're doing okay." She finished preparing to leave and we hugged in the doorway. "I love you, Mom." "Love you too, John." ***** The month between Thanksgiving and Christmas is always busy, and this year was no different in that respect. Not surprisingly, Emily never really moved out of my house when school started after Thanksgiving break. She still had a room on campus, and occasionally she even used it for something other than a large closet, but by and large, the two of us moved in together. With our hectic schedules though, neither of us saw enough of the other, it seemed. Finals were easier than I'd hoped, which was a blessing. Because of her late beginning to the school year, Emily was under a lot of pressure during the testing week. Pass, and she would have a massive head start on the next semester. Fail, and face the prospect of taking the classes over. "John! Oh my God, I did it. Look!" she squealed gleefully, waving a piece of paper in my face. I grabbed for it, missing once before finally snatching it out of her hand. Looking it over I saw she had received her grades, as had I. "Emily, these are wonderful!" She had gotten all top marks, aside from one "B" in a writing seminar. "Truly, these are marvelous. I'm so proud of you!" She reached up, stroking my jaw with her delicate fingers. "I couldn't have done it... any of it, without you." She kissed me lightly on the lips. I had not planned it, but seeing the opportunity present itself, I leaned down, picking up a small package off the floor. "This is for you," I said, handing her the tiny box, covered in brightly colored foil. "Ooh, a present! For me?" Emily batted her eyelashes. Tearing the shiny wrapping paper, Emily sucked in a deep breath. Her head whipped up, eyes wide, as she stared at me in wonder. "It's probably too soon," I said in partial apology. "But... I wanted to make sure you knew exactly how I feel." "John, it's beautiful," she whispered, holding up the diamond engagement ring. It had cost me much of the rest of my savings, but each facet, each brilliant shimmering surface, was worth it. I dropped to one knee, looking up at my lover. I thought I could already see tears glistening in her eyes. "Emily Hubbard. I've dreamed of you for years. You were always my bright, shining girl. I've loved you since the moment I first saw you, and now that you're in my life, I can't imagine living the rest of it without you. Will you marry me?" She stood there for a moment, and I grew nervous. Was it too soon? I held my breath, waiting for some response. Finally, Emily pulled the ring out of the box, and slipped it on. She admired it for a moment, before suddenly launching herself into my arms. I could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest as Emily squeezed her arms around me. Tilting her head upwards, Emily kissed around my mouth and eyes. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. A thousand more. Yes!" I wrapped Emily in my arms, a hand slipping down to cup her firm ass cheeks, and brought my lips to hers. We kissed softly for a few moments, tender and loving, enjoying the feeling and comfort we felt in each other. Trailing my hand slowly up her side, I cupped her face gently, placing kiss after kiss on her forehead and cheek and finally once on the lips. She sighed, leaning into me. I could feel her breasts, soft cones tipped with turgid nipples, pushing against me, leaving burning trails behind as she dragged them over my chest. Suddenly standing, she pulled me to my feet, dragging me into the bedroom. Spinning, she stared hotly into my eyes. "I got you a present, too." I looked around, not seeing any packages. She giggled, dragging her fingers through hair, watching me with eyes heavy from desire. Slowly, teasingly, she began unbuttoning her blouse. "Do you want to help me unwrap it?" It was the best Christmas present, ever. 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