I was in anguish over the next two days. Thoughts of a paradise that could be with this minx filled every waking thought, and when asleep I pulled her with me to my bed and explored her body, and her soul ever so sweetly, carefully, and with a passion I could not dare bring into the light of day. I woke each day crying because she was not beside me. No, a life with such a young sweet thing could not be possible. For her there was simply too much to live for and experience to stay here in this small corn fed town on the outskirts of nowhere. Too much to give up on an older man set in his ways, and stuck in his routines.
Yet . . . the single though of her would not allow me to lose the ever present smile I had the last two days. But it was her hips and perfect little ass that would not allow me to think of anything else to weaken the spell she had cast over me.
I tried to make myself think of other things. I awkwardly turned on my laptop and fumbled with the wireless mouse to turn it on. My e-mail account was filling rapidly with messages from the office, mostly little problems they felt I could solve from here. There were a few messages from the ladies in the front office and they were all from those who were single and very receptive to coming over to help with ANYTHING I needed. But I had Ellen and didn't need anything other than . . . Emma. Without being able to stop, there she was again kneeling before me swirling her tongue so deftly around and . . . "AGHHHH!" I screamed aloud.
"Mr Flint? Are you Okay?" came Ellen's voice from the kitchen.
Oh, hell I thought, I forgot she was still here.
"No Ellen, I mean yes I am okay." I said in frustration, "It's just trying to do things with these damn casts on," I added.
"Is there anything i can help with?" she asked as she entered the living room.
I sighed, "No, nothing at the moment."
"Ellen?"
"Yes?" she stopped her return to the kitchen.
"Have I thanked you for all you have done for me?" I asked.
"OH, yes Mr Flint, too many times in fact. This is my job remember?" She smiled and as usual it warmed my heart as if the words had been said by my Mother.
I laughed, "Well thank you again."
Ellen smiled and returned to the kitchen.
I heard a car door slam shut and I realized that Emma's parents Suburban was being packed and from the looks of it close to being ready for its destination. I wondered quietly where Emma had decided to go, and when if ever I would see her again. I tried to push that thought from my mind and turned my attention back to the computer.
A few moments later I heard more doors close and then watched as the suburban backed carefully out into the road and then move forward as it turned and crept slowly away. My chest hurt. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to make them hurt. Hurt enough to think of that pain. That pain was acceptable, the one squeezing my chest was not. It was ridiculous, insane, and based on fantasies. I was losing it.
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I was in a dark funk over the next week or two. I wasn't really sure how long. I kept up on my work and Ellen took me to my appointments and made sure I had what I needed, but I didn't. I had an absurd hole in my life. A hole that did not exist, could not exist. Still I felt as if there was nothing to look forward to. No reason to live, thus no reason to breathe, and no reason to . . .
I fell asleep later in my bed and stayed there the rest of the week. Ellen tried but she could not get me to leave the room except to use the bathroom. She tried to get me to talk. She reassured me that the casts would only be another week or two at the most, then everything would be okay. I'd be back to work and back to my regular self. She knew I needed to talk, but how could I talk to her? How could I explain why I was acting so when I did not understand it myself? How could I ever hope to remain sane as I tried to explain to her that this was all because of an eighteen year old girl whom all she ever did was talk to me a couple of times and give me the best Blow Job EVER?
HOW?
Ellen left for the weekend late Friday afternoon after having made sure I had what I needed. She had thought of everything as usual. We said goodbyes, and I promptly rolled over and went back to sleep.
I heard a noise a few hours later and ignored it. But not long after that I heard movement outside my bedroom window. .
The window started to open and the curtains moved with the warm breeze now invading my cool room. I was now out of bed and had set the lamp on the floor. As I raised my arm to strike a head with my cast I heard a giggle, then a woman's voice exclaim, "Shit, I hope he's home."
I reached down to flick on the light and remembered I couldn't. I quickly walked to the doorway and turned on the bedroom lights right as Emma tumbled into the room nearly pulling the curtains to the floor with her.
"Emma! What the HELL?"
She looked up at me from her back, eyes a little glassy and obviously drunk. She smiled and said, "Surprise!" and then devolved into a loud fit of laughing.
Oh, jeeze. I awkwardly helped her to her feet. As i did so I noticed my hands were on her breasts, but alas my hands were still surrounded by a lifeless, no feeling cast. Just my luck. I sat her on my bed and she leaned back as she stroked the soft cotton sheets.
Looking up at me she tried to smile seductively and as she was about to speak she brought a hand to her mouth. I quickly shot a cast armored hand under her arm a guided her as fast as I could without pushing her face first into the tan carpet. We made it to the bathroom in time for me to lean her forward and move her hair out of the way. A dark neon green stream spewed forth as she emulated Linda Blair in the Exorcist. I let her slowly slide down the wall to the floor and made sure she was aimed towards the toilet.
I left to go get her a large glass of water from the kitchen and grabbed a towel, wash cloth, and a new toothbrush from the closet. As I feared when I reentered the bathroom she had gotten some of the vomit on her clothes, but fortunately not on the floor.
I sat next to her holding her softly in my arms until I was sure she was done. I brushed her bangs off her face and looked into her eyes. Can you understand what I am saying," I asked her.
She looked at me for a moment, then replied, "Duh."
"Okay, I am going to help you to your feet, I brought a glass of water, a toothbrush and a towel. I am going to go to my room while you take some toothpaste from the cabinet and brush your teeth," as I handed her the toothbrush. "When you are done with that remove your clothes and leave them in pile and when you are in the shower I'll get them and put them in the washer. I'll get you a long shirt to wear, and make you a bed on the couch and don't forget to drink as much of the water as you can without making yourself sick again. Okay?"
She nodded and began to undress.
I turned and left the bathroom in a hurry. I wanted to stay and watch, to lead her to the shower and to ravage the beauty, though disheveled, that stood before me. I couldn't, simply couldn't. I thought so much of her, TOO much in fact, and besides I was no rapist.
I heard the shower start and the curtain pulled into place. I cautiously opened the door collected her clothes and before putting them in on a delicate wash cycle made sure there was nothing in them that would be damaged. I gathered a shirt from my drawer (not sure I had intended to grab a well worn long white T) and a robe. I placed them on the bathroom counter and slowly shut the door leaving a small gap so I could hear if something happened. I then went about making her bed on the couch and ensuring the drapes were closed. I left a couch side lamp on low for her and headed back to bed.
A while later I heard the shower turn off and the curtains open. Not long after that I felt her lift the covers and slide in. As she snuggled up behind me I said, "Emma, you should really sleep on the couch for the night. You don't want to do something you -"
"Shhhh," she whispered in my ear, "and sleep."
I acquiesced and closed my eyes.
But sleep did not come easily. Too many ifs, buts, whys and hows flooded my mind. The feel of her naked legs slowly rubbing on mine, the feel of her breasts firm against my back, her essence breathing into mine, again I screamed in anguish. This time it was quiet, yet the energy I released still caused her to stir and her breasts to slide against my back as she readjusted in her sleep. "Dear God," I prayed, "Let me get through this night."
He answered and sometime later as light was entering through the back windows I woke, tired, but alive. Alive with energy.
I went to the kitchen and made her a glass of orange juice from the picture and grabbed the fruit bowl covered in saran wrap and headed to the bedroom. I set the bowl and glass down on the night table and headed to go put her clothes in the dryer. I needed to wake her and get her clothed and home before her parents knew she was missing. Once back in the bedroom I stood for a moment just watching her beautiful face, no make up, no mask we all wear when dealing with the world. No this was innocence, this was the real Emma, peaceful, and beautiful beyond comparison.
"Emma," I nudged her and again, "Emma." I paused then kissed her on the forehead. An eye opened.
She looked at me with one eye opened and slyly said, "You missed."
I looked at her confused.
