Emma and Greg took a big step in their relationship; they moved in together after only two months of dating. It seemed a bit too fast for Emma, but Greg hoped her love for him would strengthen with the move. And then maybe she would fuck him or at least entertain the idea of touching his cock.
The sociable bombshell was a born-again Christian and was saving herself. Greg had thought it was bullshit when he met her at a bar. But soon after discovered, she and her pals were sober as they sang the horrific karaoke. God had blessed Emma with a firm set of breasts and a curvy shape that turned heads even in her modest dresses and long skirts.
After a month of dates and leaving empty-handed, he confessed his love to get closer to the diamond between her soft tan thighs. Emma wouldn't call what she and Greg had as love, but perfect timing; her lease was up at her old apartment, and it was too good a deal to pass on. Greg promised to continue paying the bills himself, and he asked Emma only to play house and keep the domestic matters handled. She couldn't argue with the offer, and the following week she was moving into his studio apartment.
The moving day was a bit difficult since Greg was out of town. Emma had no siblings, and her estranged father was in the process of retiring to Florida. The two hadn't spoken much since her mother's funeral. As for friends, Emma was active in her church and had made a lot of Christian friends since moving to North Carolina. She had no doubt they would lend a helping hand, but she didn't want them to know she was moving in with a man before marriage. So early Thursday morning, she hustled up and down the two flights of stairs with boxes and bags galore.
Emma walked out of the door of her new residence and gave a slight gasp at a broad-shouldered man, his large hands clutching her box of Christmas decorations.
"Stop! What are you doing? Put those down."
Liam turned around and looked down at the tiny woman before countering her demanding words. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell the woman off, curse her out for questioning his motives.
Liam gave a steady shrug and said, "I'm moving these boxes."
"Those are my boxes." Emma placed her hand on her hip.
"They're in my way."
Emma's brow arched, unsure if this man was a thief, "Well, um, no one told you to move them, so put them back, now."
Liam stood tall at 6'4; this 5-foot-nothing bitch had a lot of nerve. He stepped closer, the box light in his grasp. "Watch your mouth."
Emma's expression was one of surprise. "Excuse me?"
His voice was powerful, and she couldn't understand his reasoning behind the harsh ruling. Almost feeling the need to apologize, she took a deep breath and gained her composure.
"Why are you being so rude? Those are my boxes."
Liam knew this woman was his friend's new girlfriend, and he wasn't wasting his strength arguing with her, dropping the box at her feet, first noticing the pink polish that colored her toenails. The petite woman wore a long skirt, and he rolled his eyes over the deep curves of her hips. His gaze settled on her delicate features; long lashes flapped even with her brows furrowed.
"Thank you," she said, as Liam looked down on her in irritation.
Emma grinned and expended her tiny hand, "My name is Emma. Do you-."
The smile across her happy face disappeared as he walked back into his apartment and slammed the door behind him.
The knock at the door sent a groan from his lips, "What?"
The same little bitch was standing in the hallway. Both hands now fastened to her hips.
"Why are you being rude?" Emma asked, her nose turned up in confusion.
"Why are you knocking on my door at 2 am?"
Emma smiled, "It's only 1:33."
"What do you want? Dick?"
"No!" Emma chuckled nervously, "My boyfriend lives over there. I'm moving in with him this week. I've been getting things... That box you had was my Christmas decorations. I thought you were a thief," Emma smiled broadly, "Christmas will be here soon. I am so excited. I love-"
"What the fuck do you want?" His loud voice ceased her conversation, ending her delighted smile.
"You don't have to yell and curse at me." Emma scolded, shaking her head.
Liam chuckled. Her sweet pout made him want to add another insult. But he swallowed his bitterness before his dick ended up jumping out of his shorts.
He calmed his voice and smirked, "What does a good girl like you want with me tonight? Is that better?"
Emma beamed at his improved manner, "Yes. And nothing. I just wanted to know why you are so rude."
"They don't pay me to be impressive."
"Who?"
"I don't know, people; what's that in your hand?."
"I was thinking you and your family could come to my church," Emma handed him the small pamphlet in her hand. "We have a daycare, too, so you could bring your children."
Liam looked at the booklet, his brows creased, "No, My father is a preacher," he handed her back the paper, and she frowned.
Emma's eyes lit up, "Really? That's awesome. Our pastor is brilliant. He's also a doctor; I'm sure your daddy is brilliant and holy."
Liam scoffed, "No, not really."
"Well, think about it, and you can keep these just in case you change your mind."
"You sure that was all you came here for?"
Emma smiled and nodded, unsure what he was getting at until his eyes roamed over her body; her smile then wavered.
"I'm moving next door with my boyfriend, Greg."
"Well, damn, if the Frog finds out you came to see me, he might be upset. We will have to keep it a secret. "
Emma was stunned, "I did not come here for sex, and who?"
Liam smiled, "Greg, we call him the Frog,"
"Oh, Why?" Emma inquired; she had never known that information.
"Because," Liam paused and eyed her sweet body before making intense eye contact with the pretty woman. "He hops from one bitch to the next," Liam snickered.
It was Emma's turn now to walk away, rudely slamming the door behind her.
Liam laughed and closed his door. Greg had been dating the girl for two months and hadn't received so much as a blow job from the puritan. When Greg mentioned the idea of moving the prissy bitch into his apartment, it was laughable at the time. He hadn't seen the girl, and he didn't know she was that damn sexy. Saving all of that good pussy for what? A ring and a vow?
Liam stretched out on the couch and grabbed his game controller just as another knock sounded. If I was that girl, he swore he would fuck her himself for her interruption.
"What the fuck do you-"
Emma's face was tear-stained, and her red brim eyes looked up toward him in a pout. She had been beautiful minutes ago, but now her crying face was tragic.
"What happened?"
Liam quickly pulled her inside, checking around for anyone. There was no way she had gotten hurt that fast. Her hyperventilation was annoying, but Liam stood waiting for her to confess her sorrows. He gave her a look over to make sure she wasn't physically in pain.
"Calm down. What happened," Liam tried not to roll his eyes, placing his hand on her head and smoothing down her curly tresses.
"Breathe, girl, and stop all that crying."
"Is he cheating on me?" Emma asked, her big brown eyes laced with fresh tears as they searched his face for an answer.
"What?"
"You-" Emma paused, sniffed, and coughed, "You said Greg is... Is he going to cheat on me?"
The tears fell from her eyes rapidly, and Liam was now gawking at her.
"I don't know; I mean, no. No, he likes you, talks about you all the time."
Greg did but mainly in a conquest term. There, buddy, Dave had even bet Greg 200$ that he couldn't end this woman's celibacy.
"Maybe I'm making a mistake," Emma's voice was low, and she looked at Liam for his opinion.
"How old are you?"
"23," She whimpered.
Liam smiled; he wondered why it was taking Greg so long to fuck her. He felt he could have pulled her skirt up and carried her to his bed, fuck the shit out of her right now.
"You are adorable," he laughed.
"How old are you?" Emma asked, sniffing and shifting her body from side to side.
"I am a little older than your boyfriend, 38,"
"Are you married?"
"If I were, my wife would be mad that you keep trying to come over with me." Liam gave a smile and walked toward the door.
"I know. I'm sorry. Greg is out of town, and I've been moving everything alone. Then you said, you said," her tears interrupted her explanation.
Liam rolled his eyes and placed his hand on her small back. Perhaps this woman was in love, and he had just broken her heart. This whole interaction made him uncomfortable.
"I was just joking. Greg is a good guy, and it will be fine, I guess."
Emma held out her hand and wiped her face with the other, "I'm sorry, I don't even know your name, and I am pouring my heart out. It's just been a long road."
"Liam, it's nice to meet you, but as I said, he talks about you a lot," Liam gave her a weak smile and strolled toward the door, preparing her for an exit.
"I should go, sorry," Emma smiled and wiped her face again.
Liam nodded and opened the door wider, "Good morning."
Emma chuckled; it was almost 2 am, "Good morning."
Liam shook his head at the naive girl, and her sweet attitude would get her in trouble one day.
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Emma and Greg's friendship strengthened, but physically it stayed stagnant. Greg had convinced her the first week to sleep in his bed. after three nights of waking up with his boner on her covered ass, and she moved into the living room. Immediately Greg regretted the decision, and he started treating Emma precisely what she felt like, a roommate.
He didn't see her much. He stayed at work during the week and enjoyed coming home for a meal. And Saturday nights were for him and the boys. Emma could skip the pleasure of dealing with him hungover the next day since she stayed at church all Sunday. Her modest job at a local grocery store gave her money to spend on the little she pleased. She also volunteered at the animal shelter and food bank when she wasn't busy at work and church.
Returning home Saturday night to three rowdy men was not ideal, but she gave them all broad smiles.
"Hello, everyone." She placed her bags down and walked over to Greg.
"Hey, sweetheart,"
Liam eyed her frame in modest shorts and a collared work shirt.
Greg gave a weak smile and greeted his girlfriend with a side hug.
His friend Dave laughed at the interaction, "Come on, Greg, give her a kiss."
"I need a girlfriend." Liam chuckled as his eyes bore into Emma's plump backside. He licked his lips, staring at those perky breasts she tried hiding under that baggy shirt.
"You guys are going to embarrass my sweetheart." Emma giggled and kissed Greg on the cheek before disappearing into the kitchen to start dinner for the hungry crowd.
"You should have hit that by now, Frog." Liam shook his head of his desires for the small woman.
Greg shook his head and held up four fingers. The pair had been in the same house for four weeks without sexual activity.
"At least she cooks," Liam chuckled.
