Emme is a horny little slut. Around others she has this brainy med student- good catholic girl- socialite persona. She is very good at her act and she has everybody fooled. She even had me for a while.
When I met her, I was at one of those mandatory social obligations I had the "opportunity" to attend. It was the surprise birthday party for my uncle who is pretty cool, but I feared the other guests would be the pompous intellectuals my family tends to associate with.
I arrived fashionably late, just in time to find my place before the blessing. Of course, my place was at the cousins table. There were also two people at the cousins table I didn't know; Emme, a relatively pretty blonde and Greg, her boyfriend. My female cousins talked about their perfect children or some guest on the Oprah show while my male cousins were discussing computers, baseball, and home repairs. Even though I am a baseball coach that renovates old houses as a hobby, I wasn't involved in the conversations. Emme was a part of both conversations and seemed to be enjoying herself. It turns out the Emme was the daughter of a family friend, in med school, a member of my parent's church, and not only the host of the party, but she did all of the cooking for it too. Greg could only be described over-starched. However, I liked Greg because he would keep my mother from trying to set me up with Emme.
After dinner I snuck out on to the balcony for a cigarette and to possibly preserve some of my sanity. I was surprised when Emme followed me out to bring me a piece of cheesecake. She apologized for invading my hiding place and said she was also trying to remain sane. We chatted for a moment with more of the same polite conversation before she started venting about how annoying she found some of the guests. I hadn't noticed how hot she was until I saw her tipsy in the moonlight. Her face was framed with the little hairs that had slipped out of the fancy hair do. She had long since taken off her shoes showing off her bare feet and silver painted toenails. Between her looks and the cheesecake I know she baked, I was starting to become very envious of Greg. I was trying to casually navigate the topics of conversation to inquire how serious she was with Greg.
To my surprise, she suddenly leaned in and kissed me. Not like a little peck on the cheek, an earthquake intense kiss with her body pressed against mine. My head was spinning and my knees were about to give out.
"Sorry, I've been curious all night." She said with a shy smirk and giggles when she ended the kiss. "I should, umm, get back inside before anyone misses me."
I had to stay out on the balcony for a few minutes to clear the kiss out of my head. When I made my way back inside, she and Greg were playing Trivial Pursuit with my cousins. It took all the restraint I had not to join the game just to make them all look dumb. Although I have been accused of memorizing the cards as a child, I didn't, I never had to. Instead, I decided to make it an early night.
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Later that night when I emptied my pockets I found a note with "I'm still curious" and a phone number written on it. I don't cheat, so I threw the number away.
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Chapter 2
A few weeks later my mother called to inform me that Emme and Greg broken up. She and my aunt decided that Emme was such a nice girl and it would be so good for me to date her. I took Emme's number mostly to appease my mother, but I also had been unable to stop wondering about Emme since the kiss in the moonlight.
I waited a few days before I called Emme.
"Curious about what?" I asked
"Oh my god, I didn't think you would call." She hyperventilated.
I waited for her to get her breath back and stop squealing before asking again, "Curious about what?"
She hesitated. "I'm not sure exactly, if I knew I wouldn't be curious." She replied trying to be coy.
"Try again"
"I thought you might be really umm ... Oh God, I'm in the middle of the library. Don't make me tell you."
"Would you prefer me to hang up?"
"No, please don't. I ... I thought you might be really good in bed." She confessed
"Really." I was shocked by her directness. "Truthfully, I'm probably only as good as my partner."
"Oh," she sounded disappointed.
"Emme, judging by the way you kiss you are probably pretty good yourself." I told her. I had spent several very late nights contemplating her kiss, wondering what it might be that she was curious about.
"Really"
"Now you've got me curious. What the hell are you doing in the library on a Friday night?" I asked teasingly.
"Studying, I had nothing better to do and I have exams coming up."
