Note from the author
The majority of my stories are semi-autobiographical. Most of the remaining are pure fantasies. This tale falls cleanly into neither category. The overall scenario is based on my own experiences, but the specific events and — most obviously — the viewpoint of the narrator are both fabricated.
For a change the only Literotica member appearing is me.
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Fragile. That was the word. It wasn't the happiest word to come to mind in the circumstances. Another two words jostling for preeminence in my heightened consciousness were tiny and young. Vulnerable was also floating into my thoughts, the letters pulsing in neon red.
I had been excited. Excited didn't really cover it, more intoxicated, heart pounding, nerves thrilling, hardly able to contain myself; the wait had been excruciating. But the trouble with intoxication is its relation to decision making. Why had I signed up for this? I had clearly been carried away. Led unreliably by my dick, more likely.
Fragile. She looked so small, outnumbered eight to one by guys. Two guys I knew, but I looked on them in a different light tonight; the rest were strangers. Big guys, small girl. Older guys, younger girl. It felt like we were ganging up on her. It was in the evening's description: gang bang. Shit! What am I doing here? Fragile.
Dave had been talking. I had hardly been listening. Something about being nice to the girl. Christ! Are people not nice to her? I didn't know Dave. Didn't know him except for an initial 'phone call, more an interview really. That and sending him a scan of my test results, two weeks in a row. None of that now seemed too connected to the reality of the evening.
Josh was there. Josh and one other guy I knew slightly. Josh had made the introduction, the recommendation rather. Josh who owned the store, a rear room of which provided our gathering place. I'd frequented the store a lot over the last two years. Since. Since Ellie. Ellie? What would she think of me? I felt like the room was blurring, twisting. Fragile.
It had been OK at first. Like meeting a group for a baseball game. Some new faces, but they seemed good guys. Normal guys. We'd drunk. We'd said our introductions, first names only. We made fun of the toweling robes we all wore. Some of the talk had been ribald, a nod towards the purpose of our meeting. But it had felt alright, safe, normal. Guys being guys. And then...
Dave had led her in. He towered over her. A scrap of a thing. A dash of dirty yellow topping pale pink, almost white and all encased in black. Short, black silk robe, tied around her tiny waist. Black stockings encasing her skinny legs, the straps of a black garter belt disappearing beneath the robe. Black high heels strapped to her feet. Yellow. White. Black. And fragile.
You read about hearts in mouths. I felt mine had been ripped upwards out of my chest and that a torn aorta was spraying crimson into the room. She stuck to Dave's side, seemingly fine, smiling and nodding for sure, but why did she have to be so small? So... fragile.
Dave introduced her, but I knew her name already from Josh. Emily. What had he called her? Little Emily. Little. Fuck! I knew she was 20 too. But she didn't look it. She was pretty enough, in a scrawny, awkward way. Her legs were nice, if obviously not lengthy. The freckles. I was no more prepared for the freckles than I was for her stature. If Ellie and I had... she'd be... fuck, she could be the daughter we never had. Fragile.
As Dave toured the group with her, Emily kissed each member, first on the cheek, then on the lips. She strained upwards, even in her heels, or they stooped down to her. We were in a horseshoe, me at one end. When she reached up to the guys opposite, a pert naked ass peeped out, before being veiled again. She was getting nearer. Josh was next to me, I heard her whisper in his ear, though not what she said.
Then she was in front of me. Dave said something, probably my name. I was fixed on the big eyes looking steadily up at me. Pale eyes, maybe blue, maybe green. She put a hand on my cheek and moved forwards, moved upwards.
The blurring became the room dissolving. The twisting turned into a tornado. I retched, grabbed my mouth with both hands and fled to the restroom. The stall door was open and I flung myself in and onto my knees. The two bourbons from earlier flooded back into my mouth followed by the rest of my stomach. Acrid fluids surged into my nasal cavity and out again. I clung to the bowl. Emptying my being in to it.
It stopped, as it must and I collapsed sideways against the stall wall. Tears poured, both from the violent emesis and my surging emotions. Ellie, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Ellie, I miss you. Please forgive me. My shoulders heaved as I sobbed uncontrollably, eyes squeezed shut.
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In the midst of my misery, I became aware of a presence. Opening blurry and bloodshot eyes a petite figure dressed in black resolved on my retinas.
"Hi, hun. Are you OK? I know I'm no oil panting, but that's the first time someone has thrown up at the sight of me."
"Fuck, you're a mess. Sorry for the bad joke. Let me help you."
She flushed the toilet and put down the lid. Then she took me by the arm and helped me up, she was surprisingly strong for her diminutive size and her grip was firm on me. I slumped back onto the toilet seat.
"OK, that works. Now don't run off anywhere."
She smiled as she spoke, a crooked smile, but a warm one. I closed my eyes again.
When she came back, she had a glass of water, a pail and a wash cloth.
"Rinse first, hun. You can spit in here. Maybe blow your nose as well."
She gave me some tissues and then the glass, also holding up the pail.
"Good. Now maybe rinse again. OK, have a drink while I clean you up."
As I sipped, she wiped my face. Thoroughly, attentively, but also tenderly. I had been thinking about a hypothetical daughter not long ago. Now I had flashbacks to a poorly child being tended to by his mother. Get a grip for fuck's sake!
She rinsed the wash-cloth and wiped me again.
"Much better. Now let me get one more thing and then we can have a chat."
"But what about the others? Aren't they waiting for you?"
"David has found them some more drinks. And anyway we have all night, no hurry."
She disappeared and returned holding a small bottle with blue fluid in it.
"I always have some mouthwash in my purse. Use as much as you want. The pail is beside you."
"Good. Feeling a bit better?"
I nodded weakly.
"That's great. Now I'm really not that scary. Let's have that chat, shall we? Come on."
I stood a little shakily and shuffled after her, thinking that I had been following her instructions without question for a while now. Maybe Emily wasn't quite what I had assumed her to be.
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She appeared to know her way around Josh's property and led me to his office. As well as Josh's desk, the room had two rather worn easy chairs in it, facing each other over a low table. Maybe this was where he cut deals with dildo vendors.
I sat where she motioned me to sit and she opened a mini-bar on the rear wall. I tried to avert my eyes as she bent to floor level to do this. Putting two bottles of water on the table, she also sat down.
"So, hun. First of all, it's all OK. Nothing to be worried about. You're my first person to vomit, but one fainted and a couple have had to sit down and collect themselves. It's OK. The whole group sex idea is pretty out there, right?"
