Life can through you some curveballs. But you have to learn to deal with things and move on. I lost my beautiful wife in a car accident. It tore me apart. What amazed me the most was how many ladies started to flirt with me so quickly after she had died. I felt flattered but insulted that someone would be doing this so soon. Yet I was weak and lonely and wanted someone to lean on. This is story is about one of those times.
Emily was a friend of my youngest daughter. They went to high school together. They both signed up for the military together and went to basic training. I was surprised Emily would sign up for the military as she was so short and petite. But more power to her.
Prior when they enlisted, I was concerned about them learning about hand to hand combat training. I spent two weeks teaching them wrestling moves and boxing. Emily seemed to pick up wrestling much better than my daughter. She would even stay late to practice more with me.
A month after my loss Emily showed up at my house with a gift all wrapped up. I greeted her with a hug and invited her into my house.
"Brian, I am so sorry for your loss. I have been thinking about you for a long time and how lonely you must be. I thought I would give you a little company. I am being shipped out overseas tomorrow and won't be home for 2 years. I bought you a little gift." She said, as she handed me the box.
"Thank you, Emily. You didn't have to do that. But I can use the company." I told her as we moved to the couch and she sat right next to me.
I opened the gift, and it was box with a bottle of bourbon and two tumbler glasses. I am not a bourbon drinker but thanked her anyway.
"Open it up. Let's have a glass." She said.
I opened it up and poured each a half glass of bourbon. My first sip it burned all the way down my throat and into my stomach. I watched as she took a big gulp and smiled at me. Christ I am going to be out drank by a young petite girl. I thought to myself.
In the few minutes we talked about her leaving and thanking me for the training I gave her. She had finished her glass already. I choked down the rest of my glass so I wouldn't look like a wimp.
She poured us another glass.
I tried to keep up with her drinking, but I usually have mixed drinks. The burn seemed to be getting better. Not sure if it was because I was getting used to it or that I was getting drunk.
Emily was doing most of the talking. She talked with a lot of emotion and uses her hands a lot. She also started to do a lot of touching. Various things such as touching my arm, hand, knee and thigh. What caught me off guard is when she reached out and fixed my air a bit and said, "I had to fix that. It was bugging me. You are so handsome."
I was surprised by her comment. It made me look at Emily in a different perspective. No longer was this my daughter's friend and person I trained. For the first time I noticed Emily was cute. Her light brown hair cut just above her shoulders. Bright green eyes and cute dimples when she smiled. Her body was fit from all her training and she had small breasts. She was all of 5'1" at best.
"Thank you, Emily. That's a nice compliment coming from a cute young lady."
I saw a big smile come across her face and she said, "Really? You think I am cute?" Then she took a big drink of her bourbon.
"Of course, you are." I answered.
"Brian that means so much to me. So, I think I have had enough of liquid courage to tell you this. Two years ago, when you were teaching me all those wresting moves. I always fantasized that you would accidently cup my breasts. Then you would get turned on and we would end up fucking. But I thought there would be no way you would be interested in a short 18-year-old Tom Boy."
Being surprised by what she had said I didn't know what to say. Before I could think of anything to say Emily leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Her hand was on my thigh and she slid it up to where she was touching my cock. "You have been through so much. You deserve to be happy. I want to make you happy. Even if it's for a short time. I want to do this before I leave tomorrow. "
While she talked, she continued to give me little kisses while she massaged my cock through my pants. Eventually her kisses were on my lips. By that time my cock was responding to her touch as it grew hard and wanting to be released from my now tight jeans.
I didn't resist her advances. When our lips touched it quickly turned into deep passionate kisses. Emily moved to where she straddled my legs and was in front of me kissing me deeply. I felt her hand move from my cock to my wrist. She guided my hand up her shirt until I touched her bra covered breast. Our tongues danced with each other as I slid my hand under her bra and felt her small tits with hard long nipples.
