All characters involved in sexual situations are over 18, and all of this work is mine. No one else has permission to reproduce or sell it.
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Untethered
Chapter 3
He knew about the pictures, and the videos and he'd deliberately lied to her! She was briefly furious, and then hurt, but then realized that she really couldn't blame him, not with all that had been happening recently.
She swore loudly then, her mind a mix of jumbled feelings and emotions. She closed everything on his computer then and left it like she'd found it before returning to her room and sat on her bed, unsure of how to feel. Part of her was angry at him for lying to her, but a bigger part of her understood why he'd done it. Still, why did he save the pictures?
"Maybe he's going to use them to jerk off to?
she questioned herself. The thought intrigued and revolted her all at the same time.
She sighed and ran a hand through her blonde tresses. "I've gotta get out of the house," she said to no one. Picking up her phone, she quickly sent a text to Dakota and asked if she could come over.
"Sure thing!" came the expected reply from her friend.
"Be there in a few..." Emily sent back, and grabbed her laptop before she headed out.
Around 10 minutes later, she pulled into Dakota's driveway and headed towards the house. Dakota's dad, Charles, answered the door and smiled down at her.
"Hi Mr. Sanderson," Emily said, smiling back.
He stepped aside as he said hello to her. "Dakota's in her room, go on up."
"Thanks!" Emily said politely, and bounded up the stairs.
Knocking lightly on the door, she peeked her head in and saw Dakota look up from her desk and smile. With a wave, she ushered Emily to enter and came towards her.
"Hey there, slutty-two-shoes!" Dakota said as she grinned and moved towards her.
"Dakota!" Emily whisper-yelled.
Laughing, Dakota came up and hugged her. "He can't hear me, don't worry," she said, pulling Emily into the room before shutting the door and locking it.
Emily glanced back at the door and then around to other girl as she moved to sit on the bed.
"Planning on raping me?" she asked.
Dakota nodded and patted the bed beside her. "Yep. Gonna rape my best friend with my dad downstairs."
Emily smirked and sat on the bed. The look of consternation on her face must have been there awhile, and Dakota could easily tell that she was worried about something.
"So what's bothering you this time?" Dakota asked. She reached over to the nightstand beside her bed and took a long drink from the glass of iced tea sitting next there.
"God, where do I start?" Emily replied, dropping her head as she scooted up next to the red-head.
"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good," Dakota said, rubbing a hand comfortingly on her shoulder.
Emily sighed. "Well, we had an okay weekend, but..." she stammered, unable to continue. "I uh... sorta..."
Dakota's eyes widened then and she covered her mouth.
Emily looked over and rolled her eyes. "No, you lunatic, I didn't sleep with him. Jesus, you go to dark places."
Dakota's face returned to normal then and she exhaled in relief. "Well can you blame me?"
Emily had to give her that. "I know. It's not that far of a stretch for this tramp is it?" she asked.
"Emily, you know I didn't mean it that way," Dakota said, a hand moving to her shoulder.
Nodding, Emily looked up. "No, I know... I just... it's been a trying day."
Dakota moved closer. A sympathetic look came to her face as she looked up at Emily. "So this happened today?"
"No... it was like... Friday or Saturday of last weekend. We were having another of our talks. After we talked about how it was okay that he looked at me, I told him more of my California stories and I sort of condensed it all down for him. It seemed to be easier for him to handle it that way. I told him that I'd been with women, and men, and multiples of each at the same time. He got really turned on again, and I moved to hug him and that's when I fell.''
Dakota looked confused. "That's it?" she asked. "I thought you knew he was turned on by your stories already."
"I fell in his lap," Emily clarified, looking up at her as if she was supposed to piece it all together. She sighed, seeing that she hadn't. "I fell so that I was accidentally straddling him...," she said, "with my panties still on," she added, seeing the question on Dakota's face before she even asked it.
The redhead finally nodded in understanding. "Okay, so? I've seen you guys hug like that before. It's not so weird."
Emily sighed. "Dakota, I was sitting in my father's lap and he had a hard-on..."
Dakota's eyes were wide again, but then confusion crossed her face. "But wait, you said that you guys didn't..."
Emily grew a little frustrated then. "I didn't fuck my own Dad!" she said, exasperated. "I sat down on him and felt his dick slide right up the front of my panties." The second part of the sentence was much quieter than her first proclamation.
"Oh...," Dakota said, finally understanding.
"It had been so long since I'd felt an erection, and he was so... turned on," Emily said, closing her eyes. "I felt him as I fell on him, and then again as I pushed him up against my pussy." She lowered her face in shame then as a tear appeared at the corner of her eye. "I couldn't help it... we were both just sitting there for what seemed like hours and I couldn't help myself. I pushed into him and... and..."