If you haven't done so, I recommend first reading the first chapter of this story, The Game, Ch. 1. To all who have read that first chapter and responded, thank you so much for your support and feedback. I wasn't quite sure where to go with this story (which is why it's taken awhile to post a Chapter 2) but your feedback encouraged me to keep thinking about it until I came up with some direction, hence the title change. Thanks for reading!
The Education of Emily Rose -- Chapter 2 (formerly The Game)
I stood in the bathroom with the door wide open, dripping wet and watching Jess bounce off down the hallway to her bedroom. My jaw literally hung open in shock. After spending half the night and all morning trying to convince myself that I should deny my crazy attraction, she threw herself at me and then walked off. Again. This time instead of embarrassment, I felt anger boiling up inside of me. Here we were, sober, in broad daylight, and Jessica was toying with me, teasing me.
It just didn't make any sense. Last night I'd excused her behavior by saying that she was offended by my boldness. But today, things were different. She obviously was attracted to me, obviously wanted me, but yet she'd left me here, dripping wet and sticky, in more ways than one. I decided she wasn't going to get away with walking away from me again. As far as I was concerned, our relationship had already changed permanently and I would take my chances with a confrontation.
Without bothering to dry off or dress, I stormed out of the bathroom and marched down the hall to her closed bedroom door. I tried the knob and it was locked so I started pounding on the door like a crazy person.
"Jess, open the door, now."
I rarely got angry but there was a distinct edge in my voice this time. I'd been so cowed earlier that I'd tried to avoid contact. But my reaction now was a complete 180 -- now I was both aroused and angry, a dangerous combination. I stopped banging for a second and didn't hear a response so I started up again.
"I mean it, open this door now!" I yelled. Still no answer. My fists were starting to hurt and I was getting desperate. "Open this door or I'll -- "
Suddenly the door flung open and Jessica stood there, still fully clothed, but with flushed cheeks. I could see spots of stickiness on her cheeks and lips.
"Or you'll what?" she countered with equal force and fire in her eyes.
In the back of my mind I was shocked by the way she said it.
"I'll - " I started, but before I could finish the build-up of the last 12 hours suddenly engulfed me. I rushed forward and grabbed her face in my hands and planted my mouth hard against hers. I half expected her to resist, to run away again, but instead she responded with equal passion. I felt her soft tongue rub into my mouth, swirling her saliva with mine. I moaned just a little and melted into her soft lips. My arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to me, making sure that she wouldn't leave me this time.
I pressed my naked, sticky breasts against hers, hard and full through her t-shirt. It had been so long since I'd had sex, I literally felt as if I was being consumed from the inside out. I began pushing her with little steps towards her bed, which she'd made at some point that morning in between showing me her ass and teasing my tits with her tongue.
We fell down onto the bed with me on top, not really sure what to do with her now that I had her. I quickly decided I'd start where it all began -- with those big, beautiful breasts. I pushed her t-shirt and bra up and over her tits exposing rock hard nipples. I took the left one into my mouth and began to suck like I was milking a cow. I'd asked lovers to do this to me many times, but I never imagined that they drew as much pleasure from it as I did. I truly found being the "suckler" to be every bit as sensual as being the "sucklee." I could hear Jessica moan slightly and arch her back up towards me. I began to suck harder and even started to bite a little.
"Oh, oh yeah," she moaned, "bite harder."
I began to bite harder, feeling her breast fill my mouth. I so did not regret what I had done last night. It was my first time with a woman and her tits were absolutely divine. After several minutes of suckling and kneading, I began to move my tongue down her abdomen, over her belly button, and down towards the top of her jeans. I looked up at her as I started to unfasten the button. She met my gaze while covering my hands with her own. "No," she said, "this is your first time, allow me..."
With surprising strength she flipped on top of me in one motion, lowering her mouth to my sticky nipples once again. This time though, she extended her tongue and moved lower towards my mound, not stopping when she got to the top of my pelvis. Since I was already naked, there was nothing to stop her from spreading my lips open with her fingers. She looked at my gaping pussy and stroked the tips of her fingers over my labia. When I saw the look in her eyes I knew -- this wasn't her first time with a woman. She'd done this many times before. That was my last rational thought as she lowered her head down on top of me.
I remember feeling the warm slithering of her tongue on my lips, slowly up over my clitoris and sawing back and forth into my hole. Finally, she latched on and began rhythmically sucking. My hips began to grind up into her face with each suck, as if I was fucking her tongue. I reached down and grabbed her head between my hands. Later I thought that I had never been eaten out with such skill. I'd been with guys who'd gone down on me before, but none of them equaled Jessica in how fast she found the right spot and how quickly she established a rhythm that got me rocking.
It couldn't have been more than 2 minutes when I grabbed the comforter in both of my fists and began to scream out. She brought me to the edge and I crashed down onto the other side with the biggest release I had ever felt. I literally saw stars as my entire body pulsated while my orgasm subsided. I forgot about Jessica on top of me and between my legs. I forgot about everything else around me and sunk into the softness of the bed.
After what felt like several minutes of continual orgasm, I felt the sensations subsiding and Jessica pushed up off the top of my thighs and flopped down next to me. I moved my arm to touch her without opening my eyes.
"Oh Jess," I took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly, "that was won-der-ful..." My voice trailed off blissfully.
"Who'd have thought you'd be into girls, huh?" she asked and the clarity in her voice made my eyes flutter open.
I saw her face and suddenly became concerned. "Are you -- not into it?" I asked her, sitting quickly up to lean on one elbow. I could tell from the look on her face that she wasn't exactly in the throes of passion. By then I was beginning to think clearly enough to remember my manners and I placed a hand over her breast. "I'm sorry, let me pleasure you now."
This was awkward. I wasn't really sure how to eat a woman out, seeing as I'd only seen it done to me by others and had never actually done it myself. Jessica shook her head. I suddenly felt insecure.
"I mean, I know I've never done it before, but I could give it a shot." I smiled tentatively. "Practice makes perfect, right?"
Jessica put her hand on my arm. "No really, it's ok. I'm fine. This was more about you."
