Eighteen years old and ginger and you'd think everyone would be after her. She looked at herself in the mirror with a grimace. She needed to exercise and get out more. It was a lazy Saturday and she had been lounging around her apartment all day. She was covered in freckles and her body was just flat enough to be mistaken for a boy if she didn't wear the right clothes, which she wasn't at this time. She just had on a baggy shirt and boy-shorts. Her boyfriend was coming over, which was the best news she had all week, but she couldn't bring her self to put any effort into looking good for him. Not today, it had been a bad week. She brushed her teeth, cleaned up, and tied back her hair into a bun. Shorts and a T-shirt would be fine.
He said he'd be bringing a friend. It was not uncommon, but it did mean that they wouldn't be doing much romantic together. That was fine too. She never felt like she deserved him enough, nor did she really have the confidence to make that next step to sex. He also hadn't made a move on her yet. They had only been dating for two months, so it wasn't that strange that they'd only gotten to kissing right? Even if they had known each other for longer than that before he went off to get his degree.
There was also the point that this friend was an old ex from college. He had said it like it was nothing, and she trusted him, but she was still afraid of an awkward situation coming about. She knew he wasn't a virgin, and he knew she was, and so far there hadn't been any problems, though, their work schedules made it hard to spend as much time together as they wanted.
She heard a knock on the door and felt a wave of elation. She skipped to the door, undid the lock and opened it. "Hey Mark! I..." She didn't get to finish as a long, slender leg entered the door. The limb was followed by another. Connecting them was a short skirt with wide hips, then a thin, exposed midriff. Above that was a pair of breasts the size of coconuts at her eye level. She yelped and stepped back as she saw the face of the creature. The woman was almost as tall as Mark and had short blonde hair. Her body was not just shapely; It was toned. She was an athlete, but not a runner, probably volleyball judging from the tan.
"Hey!" She started. "I'm Emma." The woman introduced herself.
Behind her Mark also entered, "Hey Pip." He was a square man with ragged features. He was a manager of a video store, but also worked a number of other part time manual labor jobs. He was a renaissance man, and an ambitious one.
"Oh, you are Polly! Sorry, I thought you were her brother or something." Emma smiled, "By the way, who calls their kid Polly nowadays?"
Pip hated meeting new people. She had already frozen up and found it hard to figure out what to do or say here. Thankfully Mark interjected, "Stop teasing her Emma. I told you she's shy. Besides, she prefers Pip." He went to Pip and gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. She held him tightly for a moment before letting him go. "So what's been going on?" He asked, sitting on the couch.
Pip sat by him, "Not much." Pip murmured and shrugged. She didn't like talking about work. There was nothing good about it. It was greasy, her boss was creepy, and she was always scared of being let off. This week had been worse than usual. "What about you?" Mark smiled, and when he did Pip smiled back. His job's generally weren't better than hers, but he had a way of making it sound more fun.
"Well, at the factory my boss somehow persuaded me to..." He started.
"You have any beer?" Emma interrupted and took the seat on the couch next to Mark. "Sorry to interrupt, but it's been a long day..."
"Oh, yea, sure." Pip rose. "Mark..."
"Sure, yea." He nodded.
Pip went to the kitchen as Emma continued, "So what happened at work..." Pip felt a knot forming in her stomach as she left the room and listened in. She hated confrontation like this. She wasn't sure if Emma was ditzy, or actively aggressive. Either way, Pip wasn't sure how much she could really fight back.
She didn't drink, but Mark did and she had half a six pack in the freezer. She removed the drinks and began heading back to the living room. She put both drinks on the table and was about to sit back down when Emma interrupted Marks story again, "Oh, hey, do you have any snacks?" She smiled with bright white teeth.
"Yea, I have, um, popcorn?" Pip suggested.
"Perfect! I was thinking we could watch a move." Pip noticed how much closer she had come to Mark during the brief absence. Their thighs were touching. Pip wasn't sure if Mark noticed.
"Cool, alright." Pip nodded and went back to the kitchen.
Mark spoke, "Thanks! This is going to be great." he took up his beer and Pip felt another nudge of happiness. The knot in her stomach was still tight from the sight of Emma that close to Mark, but she liked being appreciated. It was something she didn't usually get much of.
Her microwave was slow. It usually took an extra minute for the same job as normal ones. She could not see the living room from where she was, but a few steps would put her back to the couch. However, she didn't feel like going back in there just to stand back up again. She also didn't want to hear or see more of Emma right now. She just waited for the popcorn and tried to think about the best possible scenario. Maybe Emma was just a friend. Maybe once she got back in there they'd watch a movie and Pip could just cuddle up with Mark for an hour or two. That would be nice. And if Emma was trying something... well, she trusted Mark. She'd known him before he went off to school. They had been friends for years.
She felt the anxiety slowly lifting as the microwave timer pinged. She put in another bag and decided to wait again. It was loud, but she could still hear laughter in the other room. She could not really decipher any words though. She hated not being able to hear him, and she didn't want to make him tell the whole thing again.
She slipped a ways from the microwave to listen in. it was the best of both worlds, she could listen to Mark, and Emma wouldn't be able to tell her to do anything. Whatever they were talking about now was in a lower tone, so now it was even harder to hear. Pip leaned her head and face around the corner for a better angle.
The lights had been turned off and the TV was in it's idle DVD mode. In it's light she saw the silhouette of Mark and Emma. She was whispering something to him. The knot in her stomach tightened again and her grip on the door frame did as well. What were they talking about? The microwave was too loud for her to really make it out...
Then the shadows melded. Emma's face went to Marks and the only sound she Pip could hear was a wet smacking, sucking slap of flash on flesh. Then she heard a giggle and more shifting of the couch. After a moment she heard a low, hushed voices,
"Emma, I told you, you can't..."
"You've been looking at my tits all night. Don't say you haven't."
The microwave loudly pinged. Pip averted her gaze, covered her mouth and scooted deeper into the kitchen. This couldn't be happening. Mark wouldn't do this. Not right in front of her at least. Right?
But Pip couldn't blame him. Emma was gorgeous. She had everything Pip didn't. Pip didn't even have the smarts or talent for college, or to do anything other than take orders all day. She went to the sink and rested her weight on the counter. She tried to calm down. Her heart was racing. She felt pressure in her chest like she was deep underwater.
She didn't know what she would do without Mark. He was the best thing that ever happened to her. She had nothing to look forward to before, week after week. Her eyes were wet. She couldn't cry, not now. Her hands were shaking. Why was she so pathetic? Why couldn't she just be a better girlfriend.
"Popcorn ready?" Pip jumped. Emma was right behind her. The microwave was opened and the bag put on the counter. Pip didn't turn. "You okay?" Emma asked. She began walking over.
"Yea." Pip spent every ounce of will she had left on that. "I'm fi-fine." She stuttered. She had to keep it together.
"Hey," She felt a hand on her shoulder. The voice sounded empathetic. Pip turned to Emma, looking down, trying to avoid eye contact.
Emma put a hand to Pips face and raised it so she could look into Pips eyes. Then she kissed her. Pip tried and failed to step back as the taller woman plunged her tongue into Pips dry mouth. She was too shocked to do anything. Emma put a hand on Pips waist and caressed her side. Pip shivered, the feeling almost tickled her, and then Emma removed herself from Pip. Pip gasped, still too surprised for words.
"Your boyfriend pushed me off of him... but you seem fine with other girls kissing you." She adjusted some of Pips hair from her face and continued to keep eye contact.
"I-I..." Her mouth opened but no words came out. Pip closed her mouth in fear in case Emma tried to put something else in her. Her body began burning cold, her skin stiffened and she felt her senses peak.
"If I put my hands..." She put her hands on Pips sides and ran then down her shirt, "Down there," she hooked her thumbs around Pips waistband, "How wet would your pussy be?" She moved her hands around her waist and shorts, lowering the band to the point that some of Pips hairs started to show, and her ass touched the cold counter top behind her.
