If people are contributing their Emma Snowe stories, I might as well throw mine on the pile.
So, this is the first memory I have of Emma. Not the first time I met her, but the first time I remember meeting her. It'll make sense later on.
I was living in the dorms at B_____ College in New England. It was a weekday night. I was studying. Around 9 there was knock on my door. It was Kathy, my girlfriend.
Now, the first thing that struck me as weird, that normally, when Kathy shows up at my door at 9 it means she's here for a booty call. Usually, she'd just come right up to me, wrap her arms around me and give me a deep kiss. That was her M.O. Every time. But when I opened the door she just stood there. Looking at me.
She said: "Emma requests your presence" Then she turned and started walking down the hall.
That's it. That's all she said. And then weirdest fucking thing happened. I suddenly got in my head the notion that I had to go with her...to some place. Urgently. I mean...I felt like I absolutely had to...even though I wasn't sure why. I thought about the test I was studying for, but I had decided that going someplace was more important for some reason. I found myself moving out into the hallway. For a moment I turned back, to get some shoes on, to get my keys, but this notion that leaving was so urgent just stuck in my head and I closed my door and caught up with Kathy. She was walking briskly now.
"Kathy what the fuck is going on?" I asked, somewhat bewildered and little frightened. This feeling I had...it was like I knew I'd left the hot plate on and had to go turn it off. But for something unknown.
Kathy seemed as confused and a little frightened. "I don't know! I got this phone call and this girl's voice said, "Emma requests your presence." And then they hung up. And I was like..."huh? Who's Emma?" And then...I don't know, it was like this compulsion came over me! I felt like I needed to come see you and tell you, "Emma requests your presence." I mean, I tried to ignore it. I tried to go back to reading...but it was like this nagging voice in my head and the only way to make it stop was to give in to it. I mean, it felt like something bad was going to happen if I didn't do this! I don't know what...just something...bad....it felt like....dread....And when I left my room...it began to feel better...the dread began to fade."
As Kathy spoke, I'd notice our paced had increased. We were sort of speed-walking, sort of jogging. We exited the dorm onto the quad. It was cool and I was a little chilly in my shorts and t-shirt. Wish I could have resisted long enough to get some shoes on, but I was feeling exactly what Kathy was describing....it felt like I was avoiding something awful by giving into this feeling of going someplace.
"I don't know Emma, either" I said. "Is it possible this is a dream? I mean, I don't know where we're going. Do you?"
"No." Kathy said. "This is so weird....but I'm not frightened. That's not right, is it? I mean there's something really strange happening...I should be terrified. I should be screaming...."
I didn't feel frightened either. "Yeah...me neither...it actually feels....kind of right. I mean...it's kind of like a weird adventure." I held out my hand. Kathy took it and we began to run.
In short time we were in front of Connolly House, a community student housing home. I'd never been here, yet somehow I knew the door code. We rushed inside and went up the stairs. The door at the end of the hall. That's where we had to go. I don't know how we knew but we knew. We rushed right in without knocking.
The room was unlike any dorm room I'd ever seen. It felt more like a old English library than a dorm room. Dark bookshelves lined the walls, lit by simulated gas lights. Up high there was a loft and below that an overstuffed couch, upon which there were two beautiful, naked girls who seemed unsurprised to see us. I didn't recognize either one. I didn't have time to ask any questions though, as I was hurrying getting undressed. As was Kathy.
The same compulsion that drove me to this room, now overwhelmed me to get undressed. Again, I wanted to resist this notion, but that sense of dread overcame me and I knew the only way to relieve the anxiety was to get naked. As soon as I was free of my clothes, I was rewarded with a wonderful feeling relaxation and calm Like I was being praised for doing what I was supposed to. To stand here naked in front of these beautiful women, with my hands at my sides.
I now had a chance to look them. They were both big women. The one on the left had pale skin, silver hair and a mix of blue and green eyes, that is to say, one eye was green and the other blue. I'm sure you've guessed who that is. Generous breasts. Thick thighs. The other woman was asian. Not as tall, and rather zaftig; reminded me of a fertility idol in a way. Really large breasts and a thick middle. As I studied their bodies, I felt my penis getting stiff. I thought about covering it, but then realized it would feel better if I just let it rise for them. I stood and waited. I looked at Kathy.
She had also undressed. Which was unusual. She's normally very shy about her body. Even when we have sex, she'd often wear a t-shirt or a bra to cover her large breasts. It was so odd to see her just standing there freely, unashamed; her hands at her side as well. Waiting.
These women just stared at us for a moment. Emma absent-mindedly fondled her breasts with one hand and the asian woman had one hand between her own thighs, stroking lightly.
Then Emma spoke, "Do either of you know who I am? Do you know why you are here?"
I looked at Kathy. She had no idea either. "No ma'am." we both said sheepishly. I thought it was weird we both said "ma'am" Not a term either of us used.
Emma smiled. "Do you find it odd that you both felt compelled to come to this room, remove your clothes and stand before me?"
"Yes, ma'am" we both said.
"And do you also find it odd that you are both extremely aroused standing before us?"
"Yes, ma'am" we said.
The asian woman spoke. "Well we can tell he's aroused. I'm not so sure about her though."
Emma responded. "Very well Amy." She looked at me. "Roland, will you please place two fingers inside Kathy's vagina and let us know if she is wet."
"Yes, ma'am" I said. And I very methodically turned to Kathy and placed two fingers inside of her. She was very slick. She moaned slightly when I entered her. I began to move my fingers back and forth slowly.
"She's very wet, ma'am." I said.
"Oh I'm so glad to hear that," Emma said. "Does she enjoy being fingered? What about being eaten out?"
"She enjoys being fingered, but she does not like me going down on her." I said.
Now something I should add here: I never, never discussed stuff like this. I mean, not with my guy friends, not even with Kathy! We didn't really talk much about sex, we just sort of did it and kind of figured out what we liked. Kathy never wanted me to go down on her, even though I attempted to several times. She never said why and I never pressed her. She was fine with giving blow-jobs, but she much preferred pretty vanilla sex. Missionary most of time, sometimes side-by-side, and occasionally I'd enter her from behind while we were laying on our sides, and always under the covers.
"Kathy," said Emma. "Why don't you enjoy oral sex? Does Roland not perform it well?"
"I'm embarrassed about people looking at my vagina. It's not very pretty," Kathy said, very matter-of-factly.
"I'm sure that's non-sense," said Emma. "Roland, do you enjoy looking at Kathy's vagina?"
"Yes, ma'am." I said. "I think it's beautiful. I wish she'd let me go down on her. I would very much enjoy it."
