"Emmy, do you really have to wear your hair like that every day?" her mother pleaded.
Emelie rolled her eyes and picked at her breakfast, some kind of scramble of egg whites, tomatoes, tofu, and spinach that was hardly enough to fill a quarter of her plate. Her mother was very strict about what she allowed their cook to prepare for meals, always eager to try the newest fad diets. She was currently on a low-carb vegetarian kick, which was making everyone in their house miserable, even though her doting father never complained.
"Do we have to have this conversation every morning? I like wearing it down," Emelie snapped, reaching for a banana in the fruit bowl at the center of the table.
"Emmy, the sugar! You need to watch your carbs! You're not going to be a size two forever without effort you know!" her mother exclaimed. Undeterred, Emelie peeled the fruit and took a spiteful bite, glaring at her mother.
"The diet is just making her a bit paranoid, honey. We absolutely, do not think you are fat," her father said, nervously picking at his tofu with his fork. The rehearsed way he spoke made Emelie wonder if he'd read something about eating disorders in the newest chapter of one of his parenting books. He'd become obsessed with him, ever since her older brother Sam had been sent to rehab for the third time earlier that month.
She couldn't help but laugh bitterly. She didn't quite know how to explain to her father that her body and her looks were pretty much the only parts of herself she took pride in.
Emelie didn't have any artistic talents, nor was she good at any sports beyond cheerleading and cardio machines at the gym. Despite what the mediocre, at best, grades on her transcripts suggested, Emelie really did try hard in school. But unfortunately for her, book knowledge just didn't come naturally to her. She'd never be any kind of academic or scholar.
All she had of value was her appearance. She knew she was lucky with the way her face looked, for she'd gotten the bone structure and blonde hair from her mother, a former fashion model, and the exotic eyes and tanned skin from her father. But her true pride was her body, for she put in a lot of burn and sweat to look the way she did. She was not shy about showing off her efforts, for she needed
something
about herself to be proud of.
"Maybe you should tell her that, she's the one trying to lose weight," Emelie said between chews. Immediately, she felt bad for being so bratty. Her mother had always been a slender, active woman, but she'd taken Sam's drug issues to a personal extreme. Emelie knew she blamed herself for Sam's addiction, and coped by trying to smother and control Emelie as much as possible.
"Emmy darling, what's wrong? Why are you so grumpy today?" her mother asked with growing alarm. Emelie sighed, knowing that her mother was running through the list of teenage problems Sam's drug counselor had frightened her with. Body image, drugs, promiscuity, peer pressure...Emelie didn't suffer with any of those. In fact, she considered herself to be a pretty balanced, healthy girl.
Except for the one problem that was suddenly bothering her...
"Mom, I'm fine. I just didn't get a lot of sleep. I'm sorry for being grumpy," Emelie replied.
The truth was, Emelie had hardly slept at all. Each time she'd drifted off, she'd had strange, erotic dreams that had woken her with a throbbing, manic arousal.
She'd tried masturbating several times, reaching down her panties to stroke her clit and ease the ache, but her efforts had been unsuccessful. She was
still
unable to make herself come.
And now, not only was she tired, but also, suddenly finding herself sexually frustrated.
"You need to make sure you get your rest, you don't want to wrinkle that pretty face. Do you want me to treat you to a caviar facial this weekend? It's been so long since we've had a spa day," she heard her mother say.
A wicked thought entered her mind as Emelie prepared to take another bite of the banana. The shape was certainly obvious enough, along with the way she clutched it in her hand, but it was the movement of her mouth that truly made her think of sucking a cock.
She'd only done it once before, with her last boyfriend, and the experience really hadn't been that exciting for her. In his greedy eagerness, Paul hadn't even given Emelie a chance to give oral sex a real try. Upon the first contact of her lips to his cock, he'd grabbed her hair and thrust forward, wildly pumping his hips until he exploded in her mouth, without warning, after no more than two minutes.
And less than thirty seconds later, he'd fallen asleep on the couch.
But for some reason, right now, the thought of being on her knees for a man, ideally one with more experience, and more flesh to fill her mouth with, suddenly made her insides clench in excitement.
Carlisle suddenly popped into her head, and Emelie briefly choked on her fruit, cursing the unwelcome thought.
"I'm going to be late. Love you both!" Emelie called, leaving the unfinished fruit on the table.
******
******
Later that day in his office behind the classroom, Nicholas held his head shamefully in his hands, trying his hardest to think of anything other than Emelie. To his continued embarrassment, he'd needed to get himself off twice more that morning before being physically calm enough to leave his apartment. But his desire for her still throbbed painfully in his pants, demanding the kind of release that only the flesh of a woman could provide.
His only serenity was the fact that it was Thursday, the one day a week when her Art History section didn't meet. He would hide in his office between classes if he needed to, anything to avoid running into her. He didn't trust himself around her when his libido was as eager and sensitive as when he was a teenager.
Having her alone in the classroom yesterday for detention seemed to have ignited a dangerous reaction in his body. Before, he'd simply admired her beauty and sensuality from a slightly safer, albeit still highly inappropriate, distance. He'd reasoned that he was simply a normal, red-blooded man harmlessly noticing an exceptionally pretty girl. But being completely alone with her had changed something. It added another, far more primal layer of attraction that he knew he needed to completely tamper.
He no longer just saw her as beautiful...he now saw her as explicitly sexual.
He wondered if it was because it had been several months since he'd even had sex. Maybe it really had nothing to do with Emelie at all. He was just suffering from some pent-up sexual frustration, nothing more.
He'd gone through the grieving process of Kate, his fiancée of two years, leaving him in early May in a relatively introverted fashion. Instead of going out and rebounding, Nicholas had largely kept to himself. He'd shunned the well-meaning social invitations from his close circle friends, preferring instead to suffer quietly, alone in his apartment, where no one could witness what a pathetic wreck he'd allowed himself to become.
And pathetic he had truly been. He'd been able to function on a basal level, finishing up his first year of employment at West View with positive, and sometimes jealous, feedback from his fellow faculty members. But once summer started, he'd become truly pitiful. For almost a solid month, his days were spent mostly in bed, while his nightly activities were limited to drowning his sorrows with Jack Daniels, or begging Kate to take him back.
But now, he was largely over her. He still missed her, but he was far beyond the point of wishing they were still together. Nicholas was more than ready to be active again, more than ready to enjoy another woman beneath him. His body was craving a good fuck, nothing more, and Emelie just happened to be the most attractive woman, or rather, girl, he saw on a regular basis.
If he could get himself laid, then his misdirected lusts for her would be extinguished.
He hoped.
Nicholas returned his attention to the lecture plan in front of him, but it wasn't long before his imagination returned to Emelie's nubile body. He thought of sitting her directly in front of him, on his desk, gently running his hands along her gorgeous tanned legs as he pushed her tiny uniform skirt up around her waist.
