The thought slips from me as I lay boneless and vulnerable to whatever that hungry look in her eyes is prepared to do to me. She lowers her head to my sex and begins to lap at it with lazy strokes making my body twitch with each mark of her tongue. She pushes her fingers back inside of me and curls them up to rub against the wall of my sex. Emma slides them in and out with a slowly increasing pace. She plays with my pussy, her fingers dipping and swirling within me. It is such a wet and erotic sound that adds to overall sensation of everything.
“Emma, please!” I plead with her, but for what I don’t know but apparently she does. Emma’s tongue dances in twirling circles on my clit firmer, faster. My hands grab at my sensitive breasts, I roll my nipples between my fingers. Emma sucks on my clit, moaning and I come all over again. She doesn’t stop there; she keeps going till she has licked every bit of my orgasm from me.
“Emma, come to me. I want to taste you, too.” I say weakly reaching for her hand. She takes what I offer and crawls her way over my body. Her nipples drag along my sweat-slicked skin and I snag one in-between my teeth and suck it into my mouth hard.
“Oh, Lucy! That feels so good. Will you suck my pussy like that? Mmm, yes!”
I feel her soaking core against me and slide my hand down and find her heat. Slowly I slip two fingers inside of her. Emma rocks her hips back and forth, her soaking wet sex drips down my fingers. I pull them up and suddenly the image of her begins to waver and I panic.
Fuck! I was so close to tasting her and it looks like my damn time is up. Shit! Everything fades away. The whirring of the bed sounds loudly in my ear and it is an unwelcome reminder that this didn’t happen. Jesus it felt so real and I can still feel my body throbbing in all the right places. The lid to the bed lifts as I remove the cloth that stills rests over my face. Andrew stands there, a slight grin graces his handsome baby-face. I lay on the bed trying to coax my body into moving after the through mental fucking I just received.
“May I help you up?” he asks holding his hand out for me to grab on to.
“I’m pretty sure I will need a wheel chair to leave this room.”
“I take it you enjoyed yourself.”
“Eh…” I say reaching for Andrew’s hand and let him assist me out of the bed. I walk my own self behind the screen on very shaky legs. I see my clothes sitting there neatly folded and think of just how orderly and lonely my life really is. Besides my best friend Emily, I really have no one; my family only saying hello in passing though we live under the same roof.
I’m pretty sure that I would love to relive this experience. Only next time I want to feast on Emma. God! I’m already thinking of next time and haven’t even looked at what the membership fees will look like. With my luck, the price will be astronomical.
Slowly I begin to dress and my mind plays a tennis match of should I or shouldn’t I. I need to sleep on it and then I can make a decision about if engaging in this virtual affair is for me or not.
I leave the suit draped over the chair and make my way back around the screen. Andrew stands by the door holding it open for me. He follows me down the hallway. The silence in the hall is bringing on a feeling of guilt, like this is some walk of shame and for the life of me, I just understand why I am affected like this. Andrew and I come to the rose stained glass door; he reaches ahead of me to open it before I can do it for myself.
“The owner will call you tomorrow to talk over membership fees and if you agree to the terms, a courier will be sent to you with the contract.” He says and I nod in agreement.
“Goodbye, Andrew.”
“Goodbye, Ms. King.”
The door I used to come into the place opens without either Andrew or I touching it. That little feature is still creepy to me. I walk out and stand on the stoop, looking at my watch I see an hour of my time has passed. I quickly click clack my heels as fast I can down the block without drawing attention to myself to get back to my car.
I fold myself into the driver side of my sporty little car and begin the thirty minute journey back to my family home. Halfway into the trip home, my phone rings. The screen on my dash flashes the name Emily. She has been my best friend for the last fifteen years. Emily helps to keep me sane in this demanding life of being a King. I push the little button on my steering wheel that answers my phone. God I love Bluetooth.
“Hey, Love! I have to tell you about what I just did. You won’t believe it.”
“Actually can you come over and tell me. I wanted to talk to you about something, Lucy, and I figure it would be better to tell you in person.”
“Wow…you’re worrying me, Emily. Is everything okay?”
“Um, yeah I just…can you come over?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
“Okay. I will see you soon than. Bye.”
Well shit! Way to kill the buzz. My poor Emily, I really hope she is okay. I swear to God if that dick of an ex-boyfriend is trying to worm his way back into her life I am going to get a restraining order put on the jerk myself. He was never good enough for her, not one of the very few guys she has dated have been. I nervously make my way through traffic wishing I could get through it all just a little faster. I finally pull up to her apartment complex and pull into to the visitor parking space. I love where she lives and I envy her, her independence.
I walk the two flights of stairs to her door and turn the knob knowing she would leave it unlocked for me. Walking in, I see Emily standing there in form-fitting jeans and a simple but clinging white tee-shirt. The look is casual but with the way her body fills the material, it is also alluring. Her chestnut hair is pulled back from her face in a messy top knot and I fidget, hoping she doesn’t realize I’m ogling her.
I resolutely keep my focus on her face and notice she is chewing on her bottom lip. The action tells me Emily is extremely anxious about something. I look into her eyes willing her to spit out what she needs to say already and I’m struck speechless. I realize they are colored the same milk chocolate brown and shape as Emma. Oh my god! As this hits me everything about Emma is so clearly the woman standing in front of me. The similarities are staggering. The differences are few but enough that I didn’t realize who I was really thinking of. Where Emma’s breasts were small, high, and tight Emily’s were fuller and stretched the white tee-shirt she is wearing enticingly. Emma’s hair was raven and Emily’s was a warm chestnut that had subtle blonde highlights artfully placed throughout, brightening her face. These are just a few of the examples. She smiles at me and in her eyes I see acceptance. She knows and here I just figured it out.
“Emmy I…I.” I was so lost for words. What do I say to her?
“Would it be easier for you to call me Emma?” she says. Her voice is soft and a little shaky.
“Oh my God! How do you even know?” She must have set this up and that is why she is so damn nervous. How in the world did she pull this off?
“I see how hard you’re thinking. Wouldn’t you rather I just tell what happened?” I nodded yes still unable to find my voice.
Looking towards the opposite wall she stares out of the bank of windows that lines the East side of her apartment. The taffeta plum curtains the only barrier of privacy from the outside world. I breathe in the citrusy smell of Emmy’s perfume and it calms me.
“I have waited years for you to finally see me. Every single time I thought this is the moment I am going to tell her ‘I love her’. That I want be with you as more than a friend but as a partner a…lover.” She turns her eyes on me the smile I have grown so used to seeing on her face missing. Her tone is achingly sad and I just want to hold her in my arms. Squeeze her body against mine; feel her warmth soak into me.
“Why have you never said anything?” I implore her to tell but she just keeps continuing on with her line of thought, with a roll of her eyes.
“I’ve watched men beg for your hand in marriage, dreading the day you might say yes, but you would watch them walk out of your life just as fast with
out a care in the world. The pain of each new person was a small little paring knife to the gut. It was when I noticed your eyes linger on women that really did the damage. Because as fiercely as I willed your attention to turn to me, I saw what you were interested in and I looked nothing like them.
“Is that why you came to me looking like you did?” She nodded yes and it was a punch to the gut. Did she really not know how beautiful she is?
“I know you would never voice your wants where women are concerned. The fucking King family name always first and foremost in your mind, so respectfully I kept my mouth shut. I wanted you as a friend, if nothing else but when this opportunity came up to make you admit what you really want, to finally have you in my arms I grabbed on to it with both hands. Just to have this one chance. I was never going to tell you that I set all this up but when I pulled away from the cyber-encounter earlier, they asked me about couple’s rates and I felt like shit. I tricked you into being with me and the fact that it had been one of the most satisfying experiences I have had in my adult life is pitiful when it wasn’t even a real.”
Her words are shocking, a breath of fresh air, terrifying, and wonderful all at the same time. God, if I didn’t just say the same thing to myself a little while ago. I wish she would have come to me as herself though and not as Emma. My Emily has always enticed me. She is my secret. She is the one I have always wanted to call my own and for more than just a friend.
I reach out much the same as I did in our shared fantasy and run my finger down the very real flesh of my dearest, Emily. The girl who is my best friend and the woman who is my greatest desire, live and in the flesh and if that damn techno machine taught me anything, it is to appreciate the now.
My hands grip her upper arms and pull her body to me. I smash my lips into hers and groan at the long awaited contact. Not wanting her to run away from me and not wanting to chicken out from taking what I have always wanted, I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight to me. And what I want is my Emmy. I want her adorably rumpled self in the morning with the sun’s rays dancing in her hair. I want the scent and warmth of her tucked in against me, sharing our secrets under the velvet darkness of night. I want to argue about what in the world to eat for dinner and who fed the damn cat last. I want everything, but most of all I want to hold her hand. It is a touch so simple but heart-achingly beautiful, that my eyes prickle with the first hint of tears. My lips continue to stay pressed to her, my tongue begging for entrance as I swipe it against her lips. She opens them on a moan and ferociously I take every bit of her sweet mouth for my own. I brand her with my kiss. A kiss filled with promise that she will be my future. Her hands cling to the hair at the nape of my neck and sharply she pulls me away. I groan at the disconnection and try to press forward. She looks me in the eyes and I can feel the light burning trail of tears as they slip down to my chin. Emily’s face looks stricken, not understanding the mind blowing understanding that has slammed into me. I love her too.
I looked at her hungrily when her head was turned the other way. I pined for her presence when she is far from me. I sabotaged any and all relationships just to spend more time with her. She never knew and I never wanted to admit it to myself. My greatest strength and weakness, all bundled in a five foot six curvy firecracker of a woman.
“I want you too Emily. I want everything you have to give, if you will have me.” I say it softly praying she will give in to me.
“Life is going to be hard on you and I can’t let you go through with it.”
“Did you lie when you said you wanted me? That you love me.”
“No” She tries to pull away from me but I wasn’t having it. I keep my hands banded around her arms and she huffs at me. “I just…you will lose so much.”
“I will gain much more. I have my own money too, you know. That is all the King family name is, money. I don’t need the status. I need you.” And with that, the last of her resistance dissolves and I claim her mouth in a slow and sensually building kiss.
I force her back till we tumble onto the couch. I pull her shirt from her waist, dragging it over her head. I take out the clip holding her hair up and watch the glossy waves unravel and cascade all around her. “I love the way your hair shines and cherished when you would let me slide my hands through the silk of it.”
I kiss down her neck and hover over her exposed breasts. God I love it when she doesn’t wear a bra. “These,” I say. My hands cup her full luscious breasts and her rosy nipples peek out from between my slightly spread fingers, “are perfect.” I continue before wrapping my mouth around one of the sensitive peaks.
“I have wanted my mouth wrapped around these pretty little things.” I graze over her nipple with my teeth and she shivers. I move down her body, licking and nibbling a trail over her silky skin.
“Oh, Lucy, your mouth feels so good.” The sound of her breathless voice saying my name makes my pussy throb.
“I have spent so many nights touching myself to thoughts of you.” I lean up and begin to undo her pants, my eyes boring into hers gauging to see if what I am doing is okay. By the look in her lust filled eyes, she is as ready for me as I am starving for her. I feel a slight trembling in my hands as I grab the metal finding of the zipper. This is all so new and even though I fantasized a countless number of times what it would be like, I have never once done this with a woman. I am a virgin in this aspect and a small niggling of fear sets up shop in my belly, sending a riot of butterflies to assault me. I want to be good at pleasuring her. Please don’t let me bad at this. I unzip her jeans slowly, the sound seems intensified in my nervousness. Fisting the sides of her pants, I pull them down and wouldn’t you know it, lucky me, her panties got caught up in her jeans coming down, right along with the pants. Oh Jesus! Her pussy is beautiful. The small trimmed thatch of hair, her glistening sex with pretty pink petal lips and the small nub of her clit make my breath hitch in anticipation.
I watch her chest pump up and down quickly with the shaky breaths she takes making her breasts jiggle in a mouthwatering way. I suck a finger into my mouth, readying it for a smooth glide along the seam of her sex. I gently part the lips of her pussy with my finger. Emily moans my name and it gives me courage to follow through. Smoothly I run the digit along her sopping wet sex, collecting her juices. I raise that same finger to my mouth and take my first real taste of Emily and she is divine. Sweet with the tiniest tang that makes me want to dive into her and take all she can give me. Her moans are growing louder, needier and I will treasure her reactions to my touch, forever.
I slip my hand back down exploring her pussy. I relish the feel of her and when two of my fingers are well lubed with her arousal, I push them both in, feeling her tight sheath squeeze around them. I stroke the digits in and out her cries of ecstasy emboldening me to pick up the pace. I push my two fingers in as deep as they could go and press my thumb down onto her clit, swirling it around in circles. Her back bows off the couch and her hips writhe franticly under the ministrations of my hand.
“Yes Lucy, yes you are so good,” I thrust into her faster and it makes my already wet pussy throb painfully for attention. I know she is close to coming when the walls of her sex start to contract around my fingers. I don’t want her to come so soon though. I have waited years to have my mouth on her and her juices on my tongue. I pull my hand away and clean her arousal on my fingers away with fervor. Her eyes are a little frantic, most likely worried I wouldn’t follow through with the climax she was so close to having.
I stand up and strip the rest of my clothing off, letting it fall haphazardly onto the floor. Emily sits up, kissing my abdomen and reaching up to play with my nipples. They are so sensitive to her touch that I groan at the pleasure agony as she pinches them hard. I pull away from her, not wanting to get to caught up in the feel of her hands on me as she began to lower them to where I so desperately needed them to be. “Oh Emmy, Baby. My turn first. You left me hanging earlier.”
“You really aren’t upset that I tr
icked you.” How could I be upset though? She gave me what I needed to be in this moment with her.
“I’ll give you a good tongue lashing for it.” I playfully scold and she moans at my words. Emmy leans back moving her ass to the edge of the sofa and opening her legs wide. I lower myself to the floor to kneel in front of her. I stare at her glistening sex. I lean in and take my first full lick of her pussy. Keeping my tongue flat like she had done earlier to me in our cyber tryst I lick up her core to the bud of her sex and lash my tongue against her clit. Just like I said I would. She makes the sexiest incoherent sounds I have ever heard and it encourages me to continue.
To my delight she loves it as I feast on her pussy going faster and faster twirling my tongue against the bud of her sex. I can feel how wet she is against my mouth and chin. I slip my fingers back into her hot core and stroke in and out, my tongue focusing on her clit and sucking it lightly into my mouth. I love the sting of Emily’s hand grabbing my hair, keeping me in one spot and I moan into her. I feel her begin to contract against my fingers again and her hips grind with purpose against my face. The quick rush of fluid from her core soaks my hand and I keep going until her body lies limply against the couch.
“Lucy, that was amazing.” She says breathlessly.
“Not as amazing as you taste.”
“Mmm, it’s my turn now, Lucy.”
She comes toward me moving her body over me till I am forced to lie back onto the cold floor. Emmy kisses me deeply. Her tongue is twining with mine in a building rhythm. I feel Emily’s hot center still slick from her orgasm, straddled over my pussy. She feels so damn good against my clit. Emily grinds into me, whimpering into her mouth I lose the beat of our kiss in which she takes full advantage of, sweeping in a conquering me. I start panting as she circles her hips around. Emmy leans up her hands, holding my breasts as anchors as she moves faster and faster bringing about the very first tingles and yearning of my coming climax. She stops moving down, spreading my thighs wide.
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