Emmerleigh cut her eyes over at John, trying to figure him out. They'd just come from a bigger and better party where they had FINALLY had their first kiss, and now he was sitting across the room, laughing and joking like it had never happened.
She couldn't understand it.
They had been best friends, of a sorts, since they were in elementary school. They grew up together and they had hung out as much as he was allowed growing up. It wasn't until college that she had started crushing on him, when they had started spending more time together.
ALL their time together.
She gave him another hurt look that he wasn't noticing.
John, or Little John as she had known him since they were small, had come from a strict family. His father, also John, had gone to school with her parents, so had his mother. His mother had taken off when John was six and never came back, so it was just the two men.
Emmerleigh wasn't sure exactly why John hated his dad so much, but she assumed it had something to do with how strict he was and how he hadn't allowed him to do anything at all besides sports in highschool. No partying, no real friends. He was trapped at home.
He had become an athlete and he managed to be hugely popular and hot despite the fact that he couldn't have friends outside of school and he was even more poor than she was. She had been to his small trailer in the trailer park a total of six times in her life and four of those times were for tutoring him. Usually he went to her house for it, but those particular times her house was off the table.
She had seen his father three times during those tutoring sessions. He had given her a single once over, looked at his son, then sighed and left without a word. John was a younger version of his father, at least as far as build and looks. Where style was concerned, they parted drastically. John worked part time and went to the stores that sold second hand consigned clothes, the nice kind. He looked like a model, he was beautiful. His father was a biker, his fashion consisted of jeans and boots and leather. That was pretty much all she knew about him, save that he had a motorcycle he drove even in the winter.
When college finally came, she and John started hanging out more and more and he was finally allowed to go to parties as long as he kept his grades up and was never late to a single basketball practice. It was a 3A school, but a scholarship was a scholarship. He could still live at home and not have to worry about extra expenses.
Emmerleigh was also poor, but she managed a full ride to the small school and stayed in the dorms. Away from her three brothers and two sisters. John had become her constant companion, taking her everywhere with him and she had started developing a crush on him her freshman year in the little college.
It was their Junior year now and they had only just kissed.
John had picked her up for a huge party and she had dressed up, hopeful that he would notice her more than to just joke with her. She wanted him to LOOK at her. Like she looked at him. Other guys looked all the time, she didn't know why he seemed so oblivious. They had started drinking and the party devolved to drinking games and John's friend Mack had dared him to kiss her, 'deep throat', as he put it.
John had just laughed and tackled her to the floor and kissed her within an inch of her life. It had affected her profoundly as she panted and stared at him, but he had just sat up and issued the next dare.
When a guy dared Savannah to go down on John, the girl had jumped right up and grabbed John's hand, ready to pull him to the bedroom. John had only laughed and shook his head.
"I need to be getting home," he laughed. "I have practice in the morning. Come on, babe," he called to Emmerleigh, taking her hand and pulling her to stand. He held on to her hand all the way to her car and she wondered then if he had just assumed they were a thing? Maybe she was just hoping for something to happen that was already happening?
She peeked at him again, then sighed.
They hadn't gone home, he had driven them to a smaller party. Apparently a few of his closer friends knew he was ditching the larger party because Mack, his sister and his sister's boyfriend showed up fifteen minutes after they had.
Now they were sitting in a circle, drinking, talking and laughing.
She made herself quit overthinking it and got up, moving to sit in the circle. John immediately made room for her and she sat with him, but that was all. No hand holding, no arm around her.
She didn't get it.
Ben was across from her and he gave her a shy smile, looking her over with interest and she looked away quickly, blushing. She tried to clear her head of the alcohol and listen to what John and his friends were talking about.
"All I know is, she is totally nuts. She went full stalker crazy when I tried to end it," Braydon was saying. "I mean, I know it's some guys hugest fantasy, but fuck. I was not ready for a fucking foursome. That's not my jam, I don't care if she is into it, I am one on one and that's it."
"Fuck, asshole. How do idiots like you always get those chances? I would have fucking dove right in to all tha pussy!" an unnamed man bemoaned.
"Shit, not me. You can't be too careful anymore, I need that shit vetted first," Mack laughed. "I don't even know if I would like a foursome. I haven't given too much thought to my purest fantasy. What about you, John? You dive into that or you have a better fantasy?"
"Oh, I know exactly what I want," John grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Total and complete submission. I want to come home, get out of the shower and go to my room and there it is, open to me, on display. Blindfolded, gagged, cuffed down to my bed, ass up and ready. Complete trust, zero doubts, all in. Complete trust to do whatever the fuck I want. And even knowing I am going to tear that shit up and offering it up anyway. Begging for it."
Emmerleigh's heart was racing and she was going hot and wet in places tha made her blush.
"Fuck, dude, I think I have a chubby," Ryan laughed, pulling Jean closer. Jean laughed at him and Mack just shook his head at his sister and her boyfriend.
"And you just expect this sub to magically appear for you?" Mack asked John.
