Welcome to part six.
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Michael or Mac 6
I am sitting on the early evening Flight AA208 from Boston down to Charlotte. I have spent the week at MIT catching up with my lecturers and my course tutors. I have sat in on some lectures and find it easier than listening on my phone. Seeing how they visually build the lesson is so much easier to follow.
Many professors think it's not right, that I've been held back a year. One even called it a cotton wool society. The thing is, I see both sides, and I understand their concerns.
The most challenging part of this trip has been being apart from Emma. Although I have had plenty to do to keep me occupied, Emma has found it the hardest. We have had a couple of teary calls over the week. What I have noticed is that the empty place is back. It's strange, it's like being hungry, but eating doesn't get rid of the feeling. It's amazing how attached I have become to her in such a short space of time.
A couple of other things happened; the first was Miley Cyrus called. I made her hang up, and video call me, so I knew it was her. We had a great chat; she has a project she wants my help with. Not sure what I can do, but we both agree to try to make a weekend free on either side of Thanksgiving to meet up and see what we can do. She's even invited Emma and Donna; not sure how that will work.
The second took me by surprise. I got a text from Lucas, "Hi Mac, if you are still in Boston, is there any chance Amelia and I can meet you for dinner tonight?"
Wow, I stare at this for a while before answering, "Hello Lucas, yeah, no problem. Just let me know when and where." It took time to get an answer, but it's no surprise that they have chosen one of the best restaurants in Boston.
My taxi pulls up outside the Orleana restaurant at just before seven-thirty. I hadn't packed any of my suits, but I had enough, so I didn't have to go shopping. Orleana's is a Turkish restaurant not far from Harvard University, so I can see why they chose it.
I walk in, and the girl on the desk gives me a radiant smile. "Good evening, sir. How can we help you tonight."
I return her smile and go to explain. "Mac," Amelia almost squeals across the restaurant.
I close my eyes and then open them, "sorry about my friend, she's not seen me for a whole week."
"That's quite alright, sir; we get all sorts in here." She replies with a knowing smile. "May I?" She escorts me to the table where Amelia and Lucas are waiting.
"Hello, Amelia," I say as I kiss Amelia on the cheek as she stands to greet me. "Hello, Lucas," I said, offering my hand. The concierge seats me, and I thank her. She gives me one of her that's no problem, smiles, and returns to her desk. "You haven't been waiting long, have you?" I ask as I check my watch.
"No, just about three minutes. We had only just been seated when Amelia saw you pull up in the taxi." Lucas replies.
A waitress comes up with three menus and takes our drinks order. We sit quietly for a moment. "Are we doing appetizers?" I ask.
"Order what you like, Mac," Amelia says. "Daddy's paying for it," she adds.
"Of course, he is," I say under my breath. Lucas hears it and smirks at me. "I'm hungry; I missed lunch, so I think I will start with the Sweet Potato & Lamb Moussaka followed by the Lemon Chicken looks good." I smile across the table, and Lucas and Amelia are just looking at me. "Have you two decided?"
"Oh, I don't know why I look at the menu; I choose the same thing each time," Amelia says. The waitress comes back and takes our order; as she leaves, Amelia says, "so Mac, what happened to you and Emma on Sunday. We came over to see if you wanted to come out for lunch before you left, and a man was putting Paps truck on a trailer."
"Yeah, Paps got into a bit of a bind, so we had to shoot home very quickly."
"Oh, nothing serious, I hope."
"No, it got sorted by dinner." God, I hate all these questions. I am trying to be truthful but vague.
Then it was Lucas, "so, what are you in Boston for?"
"I should have started MIT this year, but because the psychologist were worried about how it would affect me, they deferred me a year. This didn't please some professors, so they came to a compromise. I now come up every month or so."
"Wow, that must be a bit draining on your resources."
"No, not really; when my parents passed, they left me comfortable."
Amelia looks across, "so your like a millionaire?"
"No, I'm not a millionaire." Again, I stretch the truth, but there's a difference; one starts with a B. Amelia seems to deflate at that which didn't go unnoticed by Lucas.
"We googled you on YouTube, Mac," Amelia says, trying to change the subject.
"Oh yeah, you are pretty good. I'm surprised you don't want to be a rock star." Lucas says almost mockingly.
"Hah, fame isn't for me."
"Oooh, you could play at our wedding." Lucas's eyes shoot straight back to Amelia. The look on his face is of shock.
"So, when are you two getting married?" I add seeing where this is going, and please, the spotlight is not on me.
"Spring break," Amelia says, beaming.
"Uhhh, babe," Lucas says, trying to get Amelia's attention. "Ameeelia," he speaks slightly louder.
"Yes, dear," Amelia says as she turns towards him.
"I thought we talked about this last weekend."
Amelia thinks for a moment, "what you was serious; Mac's one of my oldest friends. Why wouldn't I want him at my wedding?" She rolls her eyes. "Will you excuse me? I need to use the ladies."
She makes a quick exit, leaving a flustered Lucas behind, not looking happy. "Will you excuse me, Mac? I think I better do the same before our dinner arrives."
Lucas heads off in the same direction as Amelia, leaving me alone. A couple of minutes later, I spot them arguing outside the toilets. I can see a couple of the customers close to them looking their way, obviously not happy that someone is arguing near them. Then Amelia storms off to the front desk.
A minute later, Lucas comes over to the table, "sorry, Mac, Amelia isn't feeling right and needs me to take her home."
"I'm sorry to hear that; I hope she feels better soon," I say to play along. "Oh, Lucas. Emma and I will be at the beach house during spring break with a couple of friends. It's not deliberate, but we will try to keep out of your way."
"Oh, okay. I'm sure the way the gardens are positioned, we won't get in each other's way."
"I will tell my guests to dial it down on the day."
"Thanks, Mac. I hope this hasn't ruined your night."
"Let's just say it's been interesting." Lucas looks towards the door and can see Amelia waiting impatiently.
"I best get going. I'll see you around." I smile and nod my head as he quickly makes for the door.
I wait until they are out of the restaurant before I text Emma. "Excuse me, sir, but will you still be wanting your food?"
"Oh, yes, please." She smiles at me and quickly goes to the kitchen to ensure my meal hasn't been chucked in the bin.
Emma finds the whole incident very amusing and isn't bothered about not going to Amelia's wedding. I spend a pleasant evening by myself messaging my girlfriend. The food was incredible, and I left a generous tip for the waitress, who seemed to go out of her way to ensure my night had no other problems.
So here I am, sitting in first class, the flight attendants are preparing the cabin for landing, and I can't wait to see my beautiful girlfriend.
I am one of the first off, and being on an internal flight, I walk straight through the airport with my carry-on luggage. As I walk through the last set of doors, I hear a familiar happy squeal from Emma. I can hear her before I see her, and as I walk out into the arrivals waiting area, I see her excitedly jumping up and down next to Paps.
As soon as I smile at her, she runs towards me. She launches herself and wraps her arms and legs around me, covering my face in kisses. "You didn't miss me then," I say, laughing.
Paps walks over and grabs my bag as we walk towards where he's parked the truck. Emma is still wrapped around me and shows no signs of wanting to let go. I continue to hold her, feeling the connection that I've been missing for the last five days. I am enjoying holding her in my arms with her head resting on my shoulder. I'm not sure how long I can hold her like this, but I will keep her there as long as possible. We get to the elevator and wait. Emma sees we have stopped and untangles her arms and legs from me. As the elevator doors open, I give her a loving kiss, and we pile in.
The ride home is quiet as Emma doesn't let go of me. She looks pretty content to be close to me. It's so lovely to feel her against me; it's the first time we had been apart since the day she walked down her stairs thinking she was going to see Michael and coming face to face with Mac.
Paps stops off at Papa Johns' pizzeria on the way home, having phoned the order through to pick up from the airport. We walk through the door, and I take my bag straight upstairs. Emma and Paps busy themselves getting drinks and opening the pizzas up.
It doesn't take long to demolish the food, and after we have put everything away and Paps has disappeared, Emma grabs my hand and takes me upstairs.
Once the door clicks closed, her arms are around my neck, and we kiss long and slowly. We move to the bed, and I lay my Em down. I move on the bed beside her, and we continue to kiss.
We are not ripping each other's clothes off, just enjoying being back together. We kiss, and our hands move over each other's bodies. Every so often, we will undo a button or take an item of clothing off. Eventually, we are both naked and kissing each other's bodies.
Still, there is no rush for me to be inside her. Emma's hand is wrapped around my hard cock, slowly pumping it up and down. Her kisses move down my neck and head south. She brings her knees up as she heads down and as she gets to the base of my standing proud erection.
She pauses for a moment, "I nearly forgot how magnificent you are." I hope she's talking to me, but somehow I don't think so. Emma brings her leg over and centers herself on me into a sixty-nine position, giving me the most beautiful view of her wet open pussy. She pulls my foreskin back and kisses the head. "I've missed you," I hear her say. I knew she wasn't talking to me.
I groan as I feel the warmth of Emma's mouth close over the head of my cock. I already am feeling the beginnings of my orgasm and realize that Emma is getting the first one out the way so we can make love longer. My eyes open, and I lift my head, so my mouth comes in contact with her.
