Chapter 14
Emi laid in bed with Kamran on top of her kissing her passionately. He caressed his lips down the side of her neck until finding his favorite part of her throat; meanwhile, she reached out through Yasmin's silky, black hair to pull her in so their tongues could dance and lips smack. When the two siblings slowed their assault on Emi, she looked up to see that Kamran had a hand out massaging Yasmin's ample, caramel breast. With her roommate and best friend lying in her bed next to her, Emi's boyfriend was teasing his sister's milk chocolate areolas before sliding himself out of Emi's narrow canal and Yasmin rolled on top of her. After biting a creamy nipple, the Persian temptress licked down the sharp slit in her abs and over her mound. Kamran was pounding that thick, glossy ass, sticking high up in the air, as the beauty's nimble tongue and sultry lips frolicked with Emi's clit, rocketing her towards an orgasm. In the bleak dorm, she enjoyed the sight of the green streaks over a sea of raven hair stacked in front of Mickey Mouse ears that Kamran pummeled, while grinning that infectious smile with teeth too brilliant.
Hearing the all too familiar yet annoying tune, Emi's eyes popped open and her heart was pounding out of her chest. She dove for her phone to shut the damn thing off before face-planting back onto the bed. Finding herself sweaty and horny, she slid a hand in between her legs. Fingers rubbing that moist, swollen bit of flesh with a hidden button, waiting to be detonated...needing to explode. She screamed into her pillow, finishing but frustrated.
Why do I have these dreams? Why am I so horny ALL THE TIME?
Huffing, she flopped over on her back and smashed her eyelids shut.
For the first time, she considered if she should have refused herself that climax. Like Pavlov's dog, is she conditioning herself to having more of these yearnings? Even more frustrated with herself and feeling the pressure on the walls of her bladder, she got up and tried to round the corner of her bed as to quickly make her way towards the door. Instead, she bounced her thigh into the footboard. Grunting, she tried rubbing the pain out of her leg as she walked to the bathroom. Before reaching her destination however, she heard her dad call. Letting go of the door handle to peek around the corner into his office, he beckoned her closer while seated in his chair.
"Morning Sweetie. C'mere."
With his eyes gazing up at her, she stepped closer to take his outstretched hand and stood in front of her father without a stitch of modesty. Putting away what he was going to talk to her about he asked, "Are you okay? You look a little flushed." Eyeing her down and back up again, she didn't know how inflamed her lobster claw still was.
"Yeah of course." She lied. "What's up?"
"I wanted to talk to you about how you're planning to get to work tomorrow."
(Sigh) "I don't know."
"I know this is something you've been stressing about..."
"I'm sorry." She interrupted. "I've almost got the money saved up to buy something; I thought I'd have it with graduation gifts, but..." She trailed off.
"It's okay." He said while standing up and crunching her hair with an arm around her neck. Leading her around the half-wall of his office and down the stairs, he continued, "We'll figure something out. We always do, right?"
Knowing he's right, thoughts itched at the back of her mind about how strange this felt, making her question if she was still dreaming. This brought back her dream with Kamran and Yasmin, and she started to get horny and frustrated all over again.
She was only half listening when he said something about after breakfast, but instead of turning toward the kitchen, he grabbed the handle of the front door and pulled. Curiously looking at the pen in her dad's hand, her heart skipped a beat when someone she didn't recognize called out to her. Emi's already full bladder screamed as her kidneys suddenly went into overdrive. Her pelvic floor muscles clamped on her sphincter only after a drop of urine dribbled down the inside of her leg. Suddenly, she was very thankful Yasmin taught her about Kegel exercises. The mostly bald, overweight man waddled up to her with a goofy grin in a pair of overalls and no shirt. For the second time, she wondered how erect her vulva still was. Feeling her dad release her and stepping to the side, the man walked up onto the porch with arms extended to give her a hug.
"It's been too damn long kid." He said in a raspy voice.
Awkwardly she patted the man's sweaty back while he pressed her face into the bib of his overalls, and with his other arm, he squeezed her tightly so his belly inadvertently pressed up against her bladder. Face smashed into the denim, she could only open one eye, and with the left strap of his overalls unfastened, she found herself staring at a large, hairy nipple. At that moment she was so thankful her face was on the right side of his chest. That was until he released her and she felt his sweat evaporating off of her cheek.
"You remember Larry, don't you Sweetie?"
The name brought back a memory of a man, in overalls, who was always very friendly. However, that man looked a lot younger and about fifty pounds thinner.
In a whisper, Emi asked, "Jellybeans?"
With a boisterous laugh, he boomed, "Ha Haw! That's right. Hey, it worked for Reagan, right."
Not getting the joke, she saw him reach into his pocket, pull out a few Jellybeans, and offered her some with a hand stained with motor oil. Emi couldn't help scrunching up her nose before telling him, "no thank you," in her shy voice. Not intending to be rude, she felt bad, but there was no way she was going to take unwrapped candy from this man's probably sweaty pocket.
Even if I did know him as well as I'm supposed to.
"Wellp, maybe I've got something you'll like better."
Turning, he lifted his arm as to present the two door Jeep behind him. It was red inside and out with half-doors, black seats, and a soft top. Emi was in disbelief.
"You're giving me a Jeep?"
"No-no." He bellowed. "I love you darling, but not that much."
"But he's selling it for a great price."
Studying it a little closer, she announced, "It's a TJ."
"I know the gas mileage isn't great, but you can't ask for a more reliable used vehicle." The air was thick with silence as Emi scrutinized over the Jeep. Her dad looked at Larry in concern before continuing, "Yeah, I looked into getting you the Shortcut, but..."
"No, I love it." Running over to her dad, she hugged him and gave him a kiss. "This is perfect. I'd rather have the manual transmission anyways." Turning toward the half-stranger with admiration, she said, "Thank you so much," and with her hands on the top of his belly, she reached up to kiss him on the cheek.
"Just the cheek?" He teased.
Not wanting to touch him again, Emi smiled while offering her hands out in front of her for support. He received her delicate fingers as if he was going to kiss the back of her hands, and she rose up on her tiptoes and gently put her lips on his. Coming back down, her big green eyes looked up at him and she thanked him again.
"You're absolutely welcome. You're dad wanted it here by your graduation, but I couldn't get it ready in time."
"Well it's perfect." Emi once more turned back to her dad and asked, "Can I take it to Yasmin's?"
"It's yours. You can do whatever you want with it. All you need to do is sign the title."
Do to the urgency in her bladder, Emi had to fight her hand to steady it while signing her name on the paper atop of the hood. When she handed the title to her dad, he sarcastically told her,
"Don't worry, I'll do your chores."
"Thanks Daddy!"
Emi gave him a big grin and an air-kiss as she climbed into the driver's seat and peeled out of the dirt driveway. Vaguely hearing her dad call out a warning, she ignored the advice and drove to a point where she knew she was out of sight. She couldn't wait to pullover, get down, and squat off the side of the dirt road. Unclenching, she decimated the weeds below her like a firehose taking out a garden.
Feeling a hundred pounds lighter and exponentially freer, Emi enjoyed the strong movement of air around her as she drove down the dirt road, and she couldn't wait to get the top down to feel the sunlight as well. Before she was ready to stop her joyride, she already reached Yasmin's house. Pulling up to the front porch, cutting the engine, and climbing over the passenger's side and down, she walked straight through the front door.
"Yaz?"
"Kitchen."
She saw Kamran get up from the L-shaped couch wearing a pair of board shorts and a T-shirt, and before she stepped down into the great room, he met her with a kiss. Sitting at the table in her silk robe with a bowl of cereal, Yasmin waited until the two were finished before asking,
"What's up?"
"You have to check out my new ride!"
Holding Emi's hand, Kamran was of course on board, but Yasmin insisted she's not ready.
"Your hair and makeup are fine. Come on."
"Are you kidding me? I haven't done a thing with either."
"Please, you look like you're in a Folgers commercial."
"Hunny, you know I love you, but I can't seriously take advice from someone who's hair looks like that."
Emi tried to comb her fingers through her scattered hair as Yasmin finished and took her bowl to the sink.
"It looks like what my grandpa used to call 'broom grass.'"
Not usually offended by critiques on her appearance, Emi felt this one more personally some how.
Kamran tried to help, "It's what they used to make brooms out of in the 1800s. Think of a witch's broom."
"I know what 'broom grass' is." She lied. However she was sure she could have figured it out if she had been able to think about it for more than a second.
"Have you considered using conditioner, like ever?"
Knowing Yasmin was trying to get under her skin, Emi pressed forward. "It's not like I'm asking you to go into town with me." She grabbed Yasmin's hand and pulled the siblings to the door. With Kamran turning the handle with his free hand, Emi wasn't about to let either of them loose. For a moment, flashes of her dream came back to mind, but she powered through that too.
"Wow. How did you get this?" Kamran said as he easily walked past his girlfriend.
"Yeah, I thought you were gonna show us that crappy Pinto you were saving for."
"My dad has a friend." Emi explained before she crawled through the Jeep with her naked ass sticking up in the air. "Don't you just love it. Get in."
Kamran hopped in the passenger's seat as his maman came out to see what was happening. "Oh, is lovely truck."
"Thanks Maman." Emi said excitedly. "We're about to go for a drive. Do you want to come?"
"No no. You go."
"No way!" Yasmin protested.
"Oh c'mon. It'll be fun."
"No. I can't leave in my bathrobe." No sooner did she say this that her maman pushed her towards the Jeep.
"It'll be fine, I promise. No one will see us."
"Fine. But you're sitting in the back." She pointed to the rear seat while challenging her brother with her eyes.
Even though Yasmin was perfectly modest without her short robe, Emi thought it was strange that she would still tug at it while climbing into the passenger's seat as if she was naked underneath. While the Jeep pulled onto the dirt road and started to collect speed, Yasmin tirelessly fidgeted to get the silk to cover as much of her as she could, even with her seatbelt holding the robe in place. Meanwhile Emi saw Kamran rolling his eyes in the rearview mirror. Before long, they stopped at the 'T' intersection to turn onto the highway.
