Foreword
Hello, this is my first story, ever. I've never written anything this long. Not even in my days at university. I'm very open to criticism but please at least be polite.
I
David was waiting expectantly at the train station. He had only just said goodbye to his wife, Katie, who had boarded a train half an hour earlier. Katie was on her way to Emma and Rob's flat in Leeds and he would shortly be expecting Emma herself to arrive. It was a straight swap. Even the thought of such a thing made his stomach drop; it was a simple enough concept but the uncertainty made him nervous to no end.
David was certainly excited, Emma was stunning. He had thought about this kind of thing often, but he felt that the dynamic between all 4 people would be forever changed. There was also the matter of allowing his wife Katie to spend the night with another man. The natural urge to keep his partner to himself was a strong one, but so too were the feelings inside him stirred up by the thought, a potent mix of jealousy and arousal.
David found himself overwhelmed by his thoughts and decided to play on his phone to distract himself. Emma's train was due in 20 minutes from now, so he went through the motions of scrolling through various social media apps to put his mind at ease. His mindless browsing was interrupted, however, by a message alert from Katie. He opened the chat and read:
"I'm here! Talk later babe! Good luck :D"
There was a selfie attached which showed Katie, tongue poking out and fingers posed in what was her signature peace sign that she liked for photos. Also in the photo was Rob, his good friend, beaming, with his arm draped around David's wife. It was a strange thing to see, it was not like Rob and his wife had never touched before. They had hugged and even exchanged pecks on the cheeks plenty of times. It was the context of the photo that was alien, it implied that for tonight Katie was all his, and David supposed it was true that Rob would be all hers too.
His wife was wearing all black, at 26 she still retained her fashion sense as an alternative teenager. Black leather jacket, jeans, and top, nothing especially provocative but it did highlight her figure. She was 5'2" with large breasts and curves in the desirable places, her brown hair cascaded in carefully primed curls down her shoulders, and with alabaster-pale skin, she was a striking contrast of black and white. If David had a type, it was like her.
David was not musing for long, he caught a glimpse of an incoming train and judging by the time (16:30) it must be the one that was carrying Emma. Thoughts of Katie and Rob were put on hold as a new sort of nervousness gripped him. He stood up from the bench he had been sitting on and straightened himself out, he became keenly conscious of his own appearance. David had thrown on some jeans and a t-shirt to see off his wife and collect Emma. He had arranged a nice dinner in town but would dress up later. The train slowed to a halt and David was nervously searching the alighting passengers to see if he could spot Emma, there was quite a large crowd disembarking, however, and he could not see her. David was starting to wonder if it was the right train after all when he felt a slap on his shoulder. He quickly turned towards his attacker and it was of course Emma.
Emma was similar to Katie in a few ways, brunette and pale, also rather short (maybe 5'4"). She had a quite coltish figure, where Katie was full, Emma was slim. As David was fond of noticing though, she carried large tits, maybe bigger than Katie's (David often scolded himself for making old-fashioned judgments like these, but it was true). Today she was wearing blue jeans, a pullover, and lugging a small wheeled suitcase behind her. She quickly abandoned her suitcase to wrap her arms around David. After a brief pause to overcome his surprise, he also returned the hug. David certainly wasn't a prude but the simple act of a hug from his longtime friend took on a new dimension. He became acutely aware of her warmth, the smell of her hair, and the feel of her breasts squashed against his chest. The hug can't have lasted more than 3 seconds but to David, it felt like a dive into the unknown. He wondered if Emma was reading into everything as much as he was, she certainly seemed bold in the way she had greeted him but surely this didn't seem completely natural to her?
"Hiya Dave! How are you doing?" She asked excitedly, with a wide grin.
"Not too bad pal, wasn't waiting too long for you, you look nice!" Replied David, he was impressed with the casual air that he had said it.
"Ohh this?" Emma asked, tugging at her pullover.
"I am changing into something a bit nicer, at your place, if that's okay?" She added dryly but with a look of mischief in her big brown eyes.
It seemed to David as though she was enjoying the mundane exchange of pleasantries, skirting around the "secret" of what they were to do later.
"Yeah sure, I can take your suitcase if you want?"
"I think I'll manage" Emma replied in a slightly condescending tone, it was a small bag after all.
She took off without warning, in the direction of David's place and he followed after her. He suddenly felt on the back foot, as if his nervousness about the whole thing had made him come off a bit sheepish. In a sudden burst of courage, David grasped her hand with his and walked alongside her.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded with mock disapproval, her full lips pouting.
"Ohh, grow up Emma." David retorted.
This broke her mock-anger and it seemed like she couldn't help but smile.
"Sorry David" she replied after a few seconds, making sure to use his full christian name and giving his hand an affirmatory squeeze.
David was pleased, it felt good to push their existing boundaries. Her hand was warm, her skin soft, and the innocent action felt oddly intimate. After all, he wondered:
If we're going to fuck each other we can definitely hold hands.
II
After a pleasant stroll in the setting sun to David's house, having exchanged the usual friendly banter, they arrived. David led them in through his front door, reminding Emma to take off her shoes and place them on the rack. She took her trainers off dutifully, holding onto David for support as she slipped them off, revealing her small feet in white trainer socks. Emma straightened up and looked at David expectantly. He suddenly realized that in his house, the onus was on him.
" Let's sit down and have a drink, I'll make you whatever you like?" David suggested. Alcohol seemed a good idea.
"Sure, sounds good! Rum and coke pleasee. I will have to get changed and do my makeup at some point though" Emma said.
David ushered her into the lounge where she rather ungracefully dived onto the sofa, putting her feet up on the ottoman. She looked at David with a glint in her eye, daring him to say something. She knew from many previous visits that David was obsessive about his home.
"Oh yeah make yourself comfortable by the way Emma" he said, taking the bait.
"Pff, what are you gonna do?" she teased.
David wasn't a fool, he knew Emma was just easing the tension with playfulness.
"Make your own drink then?" David said sternly.
Emma stuck her bottom lip out.
"Nooo, please, I'll be good, I love you" she pleaded.
The word 'love' out of nowhere hit them both like a truck into silence, as deviant as the night would be, 'love' seemed completely out of place and wholly inappropriate. David reassured himself that it was a slip of the tongue and it was oddly comforting to see a slip in Emma's relentless confidence. He raised his eyebrows and went to the kitchen to make their drinks.
He returned with her Emma's rum and coke in one hand and a measure of whisky for himself. She took her drink eagerly and took a comically large gulp as if it was the perfect medicine. David inwardly smirked and took the seat opposite her, taking a bracing sip of the whisky. He was about to speak when Emma blurted out:
"Are you nervous?"
"Well, yes, I am actually." He spoke carefully
"Right good, 'cause I'm so fucking nervous. Don't get me wrong I'm excited too, it's basically the same emotion, I just can't believe we're going to do it, like. God. Also, I'm sorry if I was being bratty it just seemed like the right thing to do, I'm sorry if it's annoying. I've kind of wanted to fuck you since we met. I..."
She trailed off, either from lack of breath or from being stunned at the last revelation she made. She looked at David with pleading in her eyes, willing him to say something. There was a lot to unpack there David thought to himself, he knew that the bratty thing was an act, Emma was a very mature and kind person. Her wanting to fuck him since they met? David pushed the thought aside.
"Haha, slow down Emma, it's fine. I'm glad we're both nervous, that is obviously normal. I know we had the ground-rules chat a while ago but it goes without saying that we can just do this at our own pace. If it doesn't feel right at any point we don't have to do anything." He said earnestly.
This seemed to placate her enormously, she took a deep breath and a zen smile spread across her face. David took this moment to appreciate her big eyes, little nose and her wide smile. She really did have a gorgeous little face. He found the innocence of her vulnerability very attractive.
Without warning, she had leant forward and planted her plump lips on his, the wetness and warmth of the kiss caught him off-guard. It wasn't a snog but definitely not a peck either. Her face pulled back slightly, ending the kiss. Rather than heighten his anxiety about the situation, a calming warmth spread throughout his body and he found himself wanting more, much more. Emma bit her bottom lip almost imperceptibly, David reckoned that his want was reciprocated. He could hear her soft breaths and feel his own, shuddering in his chest.
