PART 3
It had been a year and half. That's how long Emma had been teasing me when the party happened. In my head, it started innocently enough. We went to parties together all the time. People were used to seeing me follow her around like a lovesick puppy. They knew where she went, I would follow. And I would watch the men hit on her, I'd watch her take her pleasure from them in whatever way amused her and then cast them aside. But not me. I knew the secret. They always would cum. That was their mistake! I never did. I was a good boy.
The evening began no differently than any other social gathering. It was small-ish, maybe ten or so people in a crowded apartment playing card games, having drinks, and generally just hanging out. Over the years since college, the interest in bars had waned and more intimate gatherings were now preferred. Some of the college friends had moved away or grown distant, and had been replaced by coworkers or spouses that had been added to the group. New people cycled in and out, keeping Emma's hunting prospects fresh even in this new setup. Friends would bring in a new coworker, and they would be caught in Emma's trap fairly quickly. All she had to do was look at them and they were smitten. She was a freaking siren.
Stand close, flirt subtly, bat those beautiful lashes at them. They were captivated by her charm, her freckles across her dainty nose, her thick lips, her thicker thighs. I would watch them fall instantaneously, laughing inwardly about how I knew they'd screw it all up. They couldn't help it. Men just orgasmed around her, it was like her superpower. And it was amazing to witness. I was the only one who could handle her.
At this particular gathering everyone was wearing pajamas. If I remember correctly, this was all Jess's fault. She liked little themed evenings for her social gatherings, so every time we had one at her house we had to dress up like something. She'd always go overboard. Even the snacks were on point. Kid cereal, marshmallows for "pillow fights," retro sodas to use as mixers for cheap liquor. I was wearing a tee and loose gray pajama bottoms. Emma had on an eggplant purple silk matching set that consisted of a tank top and incredibly short shorts. Barefoot. Her hair was knotted into a messy braid that hung over her shoulder, wisps of hair that had come loose framing her face. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples poked into the fabric, the curve of her breasts only amplified by the silk caressing them. It skimmed over her waist before flaring out over her hips, and the shorts stuck out only a little past the shirt, the overlaid layers of the shorts moving and riding up as she walked. I wasn't sure she was wearing underwear either, because wouldn't I see some kind of line if she was? Silk doesn't keep many secrets. The shorts skimmed the bottom of her ass, just showing a hint of it whenever she moved.
She was flirting with one of the new guys, sitting on the couch. I was sitting on the other side of her, feeling her thigh press into me as she leaned against the other guy. It caused a warm tingle to spread from my leg over to my crotch, radiating back and forth every time she moved.
She got up to refresh her drink, leaning over in front of the guy to pick up her cup, giving him a full rear view, the shorts sliding up a little to expose the curve of her cheeks. He definitely appreciated it, and I watched him adjust himself and clear his throat as he watched her walk to the kitchen. I just took another swig of my drink, watching it all play out as I had seen hundreds of times before.
When she came back, she leaned over the other direction, and the tank fell loosely in front of her, giving the guy the front view of exactly why that silk was so strained. He reached up and lightly played with her braid as she adjusted the drinks on the table to accommodate the new cup, using the end of the long braid to brush across her nipple. She giggled and playfully slapped his hand away from her hair before plopping down on the couch. Her thigh was back to touching mine as she began talking to the guy again. Its heat pressed into me, and I could feel my ever-present erection growing again. At this point I feel like it never went away in her presence, just varied in intensity. Most of the crowd watched her peripherally as they talked among themselves, amused. I almost wonder sometimes if they brought their male friends just to have entertainment for the evening. Like a rite of passage into the group. Come on in, Emma's going to be there. She'll tease you.
I had gotten distracted for a moment in my reverie about how involved our friends were in enabling Emma's constant teasing. I was brought back to the room at the mention of my name in Emma's tinkling, bell-like voice.
"... Trey."
"Hmm?" I turned toward her.
"Oh, James was just asking who I had come with. I told him my best friend, Trey." She smiled at me as she reached over and gripped my cheeks and chin, squeezing until my lips puckered. "Isn't he cute?" I sat awkwardly, looking between her and James as she continued to hold my squished lips and baby talk me. Why did that turn me on?
"Hey, Emma," James said, "I'm going to grab a bite to eat, do you want anything?"
"Aww, you're so sweet. I'm good right now, thanks." She smiled at him and let go of my face so she could graze his crotch affectionately before he stood. He adjusted himself and his erection before leaving the room. Emma's eyes glowed. These were the nights she really loved.
"Emma, you're so bad," said Jess, plopping down where the guy had been. They both giggled, then Jess turned to me. "How do you stand it, Trey? Having to watch her grope every guy she meets?"