Gabby And Pete And Emma

I spot Emma leaning against the brick wall outside the Forest Hills station, her short brown hair swaying gently in autumn the breeze. She sees me and waves, her face lighting up with a nervous smile. Just the sight of her gets my dick twitching, man. I've lusted for her since the day I laid eyes on her.

Fuckin' A, Gabs, I tell myself, You're gonna be pounding that sweet thing soon.

One filthy thought leads to another. I feel a jolt in my chest, or should I say my dick - a mix of excitement and anxiety. My pornographic mind immediately goes to the gutter. I imagine us getting in the back seat of her shitbox Toyota, her hiking up her skirt, straddling me, her lips on mine, her body grinding against me. I can almost feel her heat, hear her moans, taste her sweat.

"Hey, Gabs!" Emma calls out as I approach. Her voice is fast and energetic, like she's been practicing what to say.

"Hi, Emma," I reply, my voice barely above a mumble. I can feel my face turning red, the images in my head refusing to fade.

We start walking to her car, parked a few steps away. "So, um, Gabs, I have a confession to make," she says nervously.

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"Wellll..." She draws the word out. "When I asked you about doing this, I didn't tell you everything. I mean, I wasn't totally honest with you."

Oh, boy. Hear we go, I say to myself. Here's the catch. I should have known that this was too good to be true. She's gonna' try to pawn Amway off on me, or some fuckin' shit like that.

"You see, um..., what I didn't mention is... this was Pete's idea," she says, her words tumbling out. "He, uh..., he thinks you're cute."

"So, um, let me get this straight. By cute, are you talking, like, ah...," I try to think of how to put it, but then Emma just blurts it out.

"He wants to have sex with you, Gabs. He wants to fuck you!" she hissed, every syllable a venomous dart. I ain't the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but even I could see the fire in her eyes, the way her jaw was clenched. This wasn't no casual observation; this was a goddamn explosion waitin' to happen.

"Oh...,ah..., I see," I pause, not wanting to seem too eager. "Yeah, sure, Emma. I like Pete. I'm OK with it," I say, just matter of fact like.

Meanwhile, in my effin' head, Bingo! hallelujah! Praise Jesus! Fuckin' A, Gabs! Fu.. kin'... A!

I stuff my hands in my pockets, trying to act casual. "And what about y-you, Emma? What do you think?" I ask, my heart pounding.

She looks at me, her cheeks flushed. "Gabs, I, uh..., I've had a thing for you since the minute I laid eyes on ya. And Pete, he's... he's interested too. Said he's bisexual, you know, whatever the fuck that is," she spills, her angry voice crackling.

Holy shit, I think, my mind now filled with images of Pete, his strong hands, his mouth on mine, on Emma's, on both of us. I'm suddenly overwhelmed, my anxiety kicking into high gear. Am I really ready for this?

We reach her car, an old, beat-up Toyota, and get in. Emma turns to me, her eyes searching. "You okay with this, Gabs? Really?"

I take a deep breath, trying to be cool. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... just nervous, I guess," I say, my voice shaking slightly. I lied. I wasn't nervous. Ok, maybe I was a tiny bit. Mostly though, I was friggin' excited.

She smiles, putting her hand on mine, and gives it a quick squeeze. "Thank you, Gabs. For doing this."

As we pull out of the parking lot, Emma's energy fills the car. She's talking a mile a minute, her hands movin' wildly. I'm only half-there, my mind still consumed by the porno movie playing in my head. I imagine Emma, her legs spread, my face buried between her thighs. I imagine Pete, his hard fucking my mouth, his eyes hungry. I imagine all three of us, tangled together, sweaty and breathless.

Jesus, Gabby, you're a fuckin' wreck, man, I think, trying to focus on the conversation.

Emma's voice cuts through my thoughts. "You're quiet, Gabs. What's on your mind?" she asks, glancing at me.

I shift my ass in my seat, trying to hide my bonna', "Just, uh, just thinking about what's g-gonna happen," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sure, I was thinking about it, but not in a normal way, but in my perverted way. Fact was, I had thought about her a lot in "that way" this summer, when we spent al those hot days at the beach, or hold up in their place, wearing next to nothing. While every one else was working, we were both unemployed, so we passed the days together, doin' nothin'. Fuck, if I had a nickel for every time I cummed in the shower thinking about her.

Emma laughs, a sound that's both nervous and excited. "Yeah, me too. But let's try to relax, Gabs, okay? Let's just see where the night takes us." She puts her hand on mine again, giving it a long squeeze, then resting it there. Her little hand is just inches from my dick.

Do you see now? Do you get it? That's the way I was. Everything revolved around my cock, my hunger for sex, my need to get off.

I nod, taking a deep breath. Yeah, Gabs, just relax. Enjoy the ride. And with that, I push my anxieties aside, ready to embrace whatever the night has in store. I just stare out the window and go to my pornographic fantasy land... again.

Before I new it, we were at their place in Canton. This was my first time here. Her car crunched up a short dirt driveway, and their home came into view. It's small, tucked neatly into the woods like a secret. The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the worn path leading to the front porch. The house has this cozy, intimate vibe, like it's been waiting all day for company. I can already imagine the three of us crammed inside, naked bodies pressed tight, breaths mingling.

Jesus, Gabby, get your mind out of the gutter, I scold myself, but my dick has other plans. It's already straining against my jeans, eager to make an impression. Ya know what I'm sayin'?

Emma leads the way inside. The front door swings open to reveal a living room that's all warmth and clutter. There's an old, tiny couch shoved against one wall, an easy chair that's seen better days, and a coffee table littered with magazines. An old console sits against the opposite wall, playing old Motown music. I can hear the soft crackle of a fire burning low in the small fireplace. The scent of woodsmoke mingles with something sweeter, like vanilla. It's homey, inviting, and suddenly I feel like I'm intruding on something sacred.

"Make yourself comfortable, Gabs," Emma says, gesturing to the couch. "I'm just gonna go change real quick. Can you toss another log on the fire?"

She disappears into the bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room. I tend to the fire, then sink down onto the couch, the old cushions enveloping me like a hug. I lean back, put my hand on my cock, and let my eyes drift closed. Immediately, my mind is flooded with images of Emma, naked, her body straddling me as we fuck on this couch. I can almost feel her soft skin under my fingertips, hear her breathy moans in my ear. The old springs are creaking beneath us. I suck a pointy nipple int my mouth.

The sound of Emma's voice calling my name snaps me out of my fantasy. "Gabby, can you come here for a sec?"

I stand up, adjusting myself quickly before making my way to the bedroom. And holy shit, the sight that greets me nearly knocks me on my ass.

Emma's standing there, lookin' like a slut in the Frederick's catalog. She's in this sexy red lace bra and panties set, all curves and smooth skin. Her short brown hair is tousled, framing her face in a way that makes her look both innocent and seductive. I can feel my mouth go dry and my dick go hard as I look her up and down.

Emma's eyes widen in surprise at my reaction. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly self-conscious. Her hands flutter up to cover herself, but she stops, letting them fall to her sides. "I-I thought you might like to see this," she stammers, her cheeks flushing pink.

I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. "Yeah, I do," I manage to croak out. Fuck, Gabby, get it together. But all I can think about is peeling that lace off her, feeling her body against mine, hearing her scream my name.

Emma's fingers fidget with the hem of her panties, her eyes cast downwards. "I thought you might, you know, look away," she admits softly.

I take a step closer, my heart pounding in my chest. "Why would I look away?" I ask, my voice low. I reach out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her breath hitches, and I can see the goosebumps prickling her skin.

She looks up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "I don't know," she whispers. "I guess I just thought... I mean, I'm not--"

I cut her off with a soft shush, tracing the line of her jaw with my fingertips. "You're beautiful, Emma," I tell her, my voice steady and sure. And in that moment, I fuckin' know - this night is going to change everything.

Emma's fingers are still fidgeting with the hem of her panties, her nerves practically buzzing in the air. She takes a deep breath, her tits rising and falling in that sexy red bra, and I can't help but follow the movement. She's trying to play it cool, but even an idiot like me can see she's nervous.

"So, um, I have this too," she says, her voice fast and nervous as she gestures to the bed. I follow her gaze and see a green lace teddy laying there, looking just as sexy and just as friggin' tempting. "Do you, um, do you think I should wear this one or..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing pink as she looks back at me.

I don't even hesitate. I walk over to the bed, my cock throbs in my pants with each step. I pick up the green teddy, the material soft and silky in my hands. I can already imagine how it'll look against Emma's skin, how it'll feel under my fingers. I turn back to Emma, holding the teddy up to her body, my eyes roving over her curves.

"I need to see it up against your skin," I tell her, my voice low and husky. I pass the teddy to her, my fingers brushing against hers, and I swear I feel a spark jump between us.

Emma takes the teddy from me, her eyes wide and her breath hitching slightly. She holds it up to her body, the green lace a stark contrast to her fair skin. I take a step back, my eyes wandering over her, taking in every inch of her body.

"I need to see you in it," I tell her, my voice firm, leaving no room for argument. I want to see her in it, and then I want to peel it off her, feel her body against mine, hear her scream my name. I can already imagine it, already taste it, and I know, I just friggin' know, that this night is going to change everything.

I'm standing there, watching Emma hold the green teddy up to her body, her eyes darting from me to the lingerie and back again. She's like a friggin' rabbit caught in headlights, all wide eyes and nervous energy. I can see the gears turning in her head, the hem and haw playing out across her face.

"Umm, Gabs, could you maybe, I don't know, step out for a sec while I change?" she asks, her voice all breathy and unsure.

I chuckle, a low sound that rumbles in my chest. "Emma, I'm gonna be seeing you naked one way or another tonight, right? Might as well get comfortable with it now." I can feel the smirk playing on my lips, the heat building in my body as I think about what's to come.

Emma pauses, her mouth opening and closing like a friggin' goldfish. She's thinking, I can see it written all over her face. She's weighing the options, the pros and cons, the whole nine yards. I can practically hear the pendulum swinging in her head.

"I mean, yeah, okay," she finally says, her voice still a little shaky. "But, umm, don't like, I don't know, stare or anything."

I laugh softly, shaking my head. "No promises, Emma."

She takes a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the teddy. I can see her hands shaking slightly, and it sends a thrill through me. I'm getting to her, under her skin, and I friggin' love it.

"Here, let me help," I say, stepping behind her. I reach out, my hands going to the clasp of her bra. I can feel her tense, her breath hitching as my fingers brush against her skin. I want her to feel my breath on her neck and the warmth from my body, so I take it slow, make like I'm fumbling with the clasp. After a few seconds, I unhitch it, slip it off her, and toss it onto the bed, my eyes never leaving her.

Emma's arms shoot up, covering her breasts. She's shy, I can see it, feel it, and it's endearing as eff. She shivers, and I know it's not from the cold. I know that she can feel my breath hot against her neck. I can see the goosebumps rising on her skin. I want to reach out, to touch her, to feel her beneath my fingers. But I hold back, for now.

I lean in closer, whisper into her ear, "God, Emma, you're beautiful." And she friggin' is. And I can't wait to see more.

I can feel the heat radiating off her body, see the slight tremble in her limbs as she stands there, arms crossed over her chest, holding the green teddy in one hand. The red bra lies discarded on the bed, a splash of color against the plain white sheets. I can't help but stare at the curve of her spine, the way it dips and arches, leading my eye down to the waistband of her panties.

"Gabs," Emma says, her voice barely above a whisper. I can hear the nervous laughter bubbling up in her throat. "I, uh, I don't know if I can do this."

I step closer, my hands twitching at my sides, eager to touch, to explore. "Sure, you can," I say, my voice low, steady. "Relax. It's just me, Emma. Just us."

She nods, taking a deep breath. Her arms uncross, falling to her sides, and I can see the swell of her breasts, the slight goosebumps on her skin. I reach out, my hands finding her hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties. I can feel her tense, her breath hitching as I begin to slide them down.

The sound of her panting fills the room, soft and shallow. As I slowly crouch down, I leave a trail of my hot breath along her naked skin, till my face level with her perfect, round ass. I can't help but let out a low groan, my fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the line of her thighs as I slide the panties down, down, down.

Her skin is soft, smooth, and I can see the slight sheen of sweat, the goosebumps rising under my touch. I can feel the heat of her, the scent of her arousal, and it's taking everything in me not to lean in, not to press my lips to her skin, not to taste her.

I stand back up, purposely brushing my body against hers, and I can feel her shiver, hear the sharp intake of her breath. I sit down on the bed, my eyes never leaving her as she slips the green teddy on, the silky material sliding over her skin, hugging her curves.

She turns to face me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright. I let out a low whistle, my eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch, every curve. "Wow," I say, my voice hoarse. "You look... wow."

She laughs, nervously, her hands smoothing out the material of the teddy. "You think so?" she asks, her voice small. "Do you really think so?"

I nod, my hand reaching out, my fingers finding the hem of the teddy, tracing the line of it, feeling the soft silk against my skin, the heat of her body beneath. I can see her shiver, see the slight hitch in her breath as my fingers brush where her hip meets her belly, just inches from her pussy.

"Yeah," I say, my voice barely a whisper. "I friggin' know so."

I get up so's I'm standing there, in front of Emma, close enough to feel her breath on my face, to see the tiny flecks of gold in her hazel eyes. The room is filled with this thick, electric air, like the moment just before a storm hits, when you know something big is about to happen. My heart is pounding like a friggin' drum in my chest, and I can't help but reach up, my fingers brushing against the soft material of the teddy, just above her breast.

Emma gasps, her eyes fluttering closed, and I can see the goosebumps spreading across her skin. She sways slightly, losing her balance, and stumbles into me. I catch her, my hands gripping her arms, and I can feel the heat of her body pressing against mine. Her eyes open, wide and dark, full of longing, and fuck, it's hot.

My mind is racing, images flashing through it like a fucking slideshow. I can see myself ripping that teddy off her, tossing her onto the bed, her body writhing underneath me as I fuck her. I can hear her moans, feel her nails digging into my back, see the sweat glistening on her skin.

But then, just as quickly, another thought hits me. Emma, afterwards, her eyes filled with regret. The awkward silence, the shitty apologies. I don't want that. I don't want to be that fuckin' guy.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the fucking hurricane of thoughts and feelings swirling around inside me. I step back, putting some space between us, trying to break the spell of this moment.

"You should, uh, you should wear the bra and panties," I say, my voice rough. I turn away, needing to put some distance between us, and head out to the kitchen. I can hear Emma's soft footsteps behind me, but I don't look back. I can't.

The kitchen is small, but it's cozy, with its warm yellow walls and the smell of something sweet and comforting lingering in the air. I lean against the counter, taking a few deep breaths, trying to get my fuckin' shit together.

A few minutes later, Emma walks in, a smile on her face, her energy filling the room. She's wearing this black velour lounge set, the top zipped low, giving me a hint of the red bra underneath, a glimpse of the curve of her breasts. Fuck, she looks good.

"Hey," she says, her voice bright. She's holding a bag, and she hands it to me, her fingers brushing against mine. "Pete picked this out for you."

I take the bag, looking inside. It's a pair of skimpy, leapord print tongs. I hold them up, raising an eyebrow. "Well, Pete certainly has... interesting taste," I say, a smirk playing on my lips.

Emma laughs, her cheeks flushing slightly. "He thought you'd like them," she says, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Oh, I do," I say, grinning. "I just hope I can do them justice."

We joke back and forth, the tension from earlier slowly easing, replaced with a comfortable camaraderie. But even as we laugh, even as we joke, there's still that undercurrent of heat, of desire, pulsing just beneath the surface. And I know, no matter what happens next, tonight is going to be a night I'll never forget.

I grab the tongs, dangling them from my fingers like some kinda' friggin' trophy. Emma's eyes are all sparkly and she is laughing. I gotta' admit, Pete's got some balls picking these out. I mean, they're practically see-through. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I ain't shy, I'm just... excited.

"Alright, time to give these a test drive," I say, smirking. Emma watches me intently, her breath hitching slightly as I start to unbutton my pants. I push them down, making sure she's got a good view of my cock, already half-hard and eager. I hear her sharp intake of breath, see her eyes widen. Fuck, this is hot.

I pull the tongs on, the fabric stretching tight against my skin. Emma's eyes are glued to me, her cheeks flushed. I can see the rise and fall of her chest, the way her breath hitches with the slightest movement. I know she is enjoying the view. This is effin' crazy. My cock twitches, liking the attention.

"Well, what do you think?" I ask, striking a mock pose. It's funny, but there's a serious edge to it too. I want her to want me. I want her to see what she's doing to me.

Emma swallows hard, her eyes meeting mine. "I think... I think you look good," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I grin, breaking the tension. "Good. Now let's make some friggin' pizza. I'm starving."

We move into the kitchen, the small space filled with the warmth of the preheating oven. Emma starts pulling out ingredients, her hands shaking slightly. I can tell she's nervous, but there's something else there too. Something hungry.