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.
