28 comments/ 138633 views/ 11 favorites Emily the Church Lady By: davidwatts Another story where truth is the dominant force behind the tale. This story is about a beautiful woman who I had assumed was unattainable. **** 1. In the beginning. Her name was Emily. I didn't know that in the beginning, of course. Back then she was the heartbreakingly cute girl that I saw on occasion around the apartment complex where I lived. I was in the midst of a pity party that no one else was invited to, so the entire world was off limits for me. I had lost the love of my life almost a year earlier, and thought I had found the cure to my blues in the form of vodka. Very cheap vodka at that, buried in lemonade or seven up or anything else that could mask the smell and taste of the stuff. I saw her up close for the first time in the laundry room of my building. She was coming in at the same time I was going out one day, and I held the door open for her as she struggled with her laundry basket. I had only seen her from a distance previously and had figured her to be a student. Close up, she was no less attractive, but I guessed she was in her late twenties. Still too young for me, not to mention way out of my league in looks. She looked like a combination of Goldie Hawn, Cathy Rigby and Peter Pan. Tiny! Even in her winter coat you could tell that she was really a little woman. Five foot tall if that. Oh well, I thought to myself, she was still a very pleasant looking sight. The shy smile and gentle thank you she gave me in response to my opening the door warmed my heart in addition to other parts of my body. My life had sunk to where a hello from a woman was cause for celebration. Time passed, and I began to try and time my trips to the laundry room so I could accidently run into her. One time I came into the laundry room while she was taking her clothes out of the dryer. I guess I startled her because a pair of white panties flew over the rim of her basket and slid to my feet. "Uh... I don't know what I should do here" I thought aloud as I looked down at the little drawers on the floor. "At least now I know how Tom Jones used to feel." Her face turned a beet red as she came over and snatched up the runaway panties, stuffing them into her coat pocket. "I'm sorry" she said shyly. "That's okay" I said smiling. "I would offer the services of my washer to clean them again, but that might be a little too chummy, considering I don't even know your name." "Oh that's okay" she said while retaining the blush and picking up her laundry basket. I stepped aside and held the door open for her. "Emily. My name's Emily." "David, Dave..." I stammered nervously. "Nice to meet you." Hey, it wasn't much, but at least it was a start. 2. Coming or going. One Sunday morning I woke up especially early and decided to take a walk to the store to pick up the New York City newspapers. It had snowed overnight and since I had nothing to do that day I figured I might as well do some reading. The air was crisp and refreshing when I emerged from my apartment and started breaking the virgin ground of the unshoveled sidewalk. It had snowed about six inches during the night, and I was sorry it hadn't waited another twenty four hours, because it would have been a good excuse to take a Monday off from work. The heavy snow seemed to create a deafening silence all around, muffling the usual traffic noise and the like. The silence was abruptly shattered by the whine of car tires spinning in apparent futility down at the other end of the building. I walked down the length of the sidewalk in time to see the frustrated motorist emerge from the car. I recognized the coat, even if the person was bundled up from head to toe. "Good morning Emily" I said as I approached her. "Sounds like somebody's stuck." She peeked out from beneath her hood and over her scarf to see who was giving her such useless information. "Oh, good morning David" she said with a more upbeat tone than I could manage this early in the morning, and I wasn't the one stuck in the snow. "They're kinda late with the plow today" I mentioned while again stating the obvious. "I can try and get you out of your parking space but you might not get very far." "Could you? Emily said hopefully. "I've got to be at church before nine o'clock." I mentally recoiled at the mention of church, much like a vampire shrinking from a crucifix. Church was what she was risking life and limb to get to? Nothing against faith, mind you, or the believing in something that bothers me, merely the institution. I told her to get into the car and said I would try to help her out. The thought that I was assisting somebody so that she could kill herself getting to church was supplying all the anger I would need to push this car out. All for a church going, skinny little woman probably half my age that I had suddenly lost interest in. As Emily hit the gas, I began rocking the car, and it only took a minute to push her out of the rut she was in and out into the driveway that circled the building. I waved to her as she swung the car around, and saw she was rolling the window down. "Thank you so much David" Emily said. "My pleasure Emily" I said. "Anything you need done that doesn't require skill, like opening doors and pushing cars, give me a call." She laughed, a throaty and rather husky laugh for a woman her size. I did love her laugh. "Would you like to come to my place for dinner tonight" she said with a world of uncertainty in her voice. "Sort of a way for me to say thank you?" "No, that's alright, it was no big deal" I said in response, and immediately felt bad when I saw the expression of hurt on her face. She said okay and began rolling up her window. I lurched toward the car and motioned for her to stop. "What time?" "Around five or so?" Emily said with that cute smile returning to that adorable pixie face. "I'll be there" I told her, and watched her slip and slide down the driveway. 3. Dinner with Emily. Not wanting to seem too anxious, I planned to wait until 5:01 to make my appearance at Emily's apartment. My plan did not take into account the fact that I didn't know which apartment was Emily's. I was at the very end of the two story building that conatined sixteen apartments. I knew that Emily lived down at the opposite end. That narrowed it down to four possibilities, two on each floor. The doors had names on the slots below the doorbells, but after checking all four of them I was still at a loss, since of course none of them said Emily, or even a first initial. Just last names. I looked at the window that was visible from the sidewalk, trying to get an idea from the decor. I decided that the apartment upstairs and to the left was the most logical, having a girly window appearance, so I went up the slippery steps and rang the bell. So much for logic, as I rang the bell seven times with no response. Now what? I eliminated the other upstairs apartment because the doormat did not have any snow on it. What a sleuth I was. Down the treacherous steps I went, almost much quicker than I wanted, as the light dusting of snow made the painted surface slick. Carrying a bottle of wine in the deep pocket on the inside of my coat was none too swift either, if I ever happened to take a tumble. Two options left. I was tempted to yell out "EMILY!" like us kids used to do instead of knocking or ringing bells. Having exhausted my deductive reasoning powers, I resorted to the old stand-by, eeiny-meenie-minee-moe. I hadn't used that in decades, but I had suspected that it was being used by the upper echelon at my workplace for important decisions, so why not me? Moe happened to be the apartment on the right, so I rang the bell. The door opened in a moment, and some strange smells washed over me as I stood there face to face with a gentleman of Asian descent who I had seen around the complex from time to time. I didn't know his name, but he wasn't Emily. I apologized profusely and stepped over to the other door, ringing the bell with confidence. The door swung open and Emily stood there smiling. "Hi David, I thought you might have changed your mind" Emily said while letting me in. Much more familiar smells ruled in this apartment, picky eater that I am noted, and I took my shoes off in the doorway. "I would have been here about ten minutes ago, but I didn't know which apartment was yours" I said sheepishly. "Oh God, I'm sorry, I just assumed you knew" Emily said while taking my coat. "I know where you live." "You do?" I asked, rather surprised that she would know. Emily blushed as she hung my coat in her closet after I extracted the bottle from it. I had come to the conclusion that Emily tended to blush quite a bit, and I found it fetching indeed. "Oh, I guess that didn't come out right" Emily said. "No, I think it came out great!" I said while following her into the apartment's living area, which was very tastefully furnished. She had her fireplace going, which gave the place a homey feel. Romantic too? "I've seen you on your patio filling your bird feeder" Emily said. "Oh, too bad. I was hoping you had been stalking me" I joked. "I like to fatten the birds up before I shoot them. That's my excuse for the feeder." Chicken was on the menu for tonight, and I was relieved that I wouldn't have to try and choke down one of the many things I loathed eating. I showed Emily the bottle of wine I had brought, and asked her if she would like to have it with dinner. "I didn't know if you were a prohibitionist or not" I said. "Do you approve?" "Sure, I'd like a glass of wine with dinner" Emily said. "I haven't done that in a while. Only one glass though, because any more than that and I get wacky." "In that case, don't bother to use a glass" I suggested. "Drink it right out of the bottle so I can get entertainment along with dinner. Emily blushed. 4. Dinner and beyond. I watched with interest as Emily put the finishing touches on dinner, declining my offer for help. She was wearing a bulky sweater, which gave no clue as to what was underneath, but the black stretch pants she wore certainly displayed her cute little butt to its best advantage, and gave me reason to believe she had nice legs too. The dinner went very well, as I managed to avoid making a fool of myself by not knocking things over. Emily was a fine cook and although she was shy at first, she soon relaxed and proved herself a great conversationalist as well. We seemed to be two shy people who both seemed to be in rather desperate need of someone to talk to. After dinner, we went to the living room and sat on the couch with the rest of the wine, talking up a storm in front of the fire. I gave Emily a Readers Digest version of my life thus far, concluding with my ill-fated relationship with Becky last year. When I looked up from my wine glass I saw Emily was crying. Tears flowed down her cheeks and her hands were shaking. This certainly wasn't my intention, and I felt like an idiot bringing her down like that. "I'm sorry Emily," I said. "I didn't mean to upset you." "It's not your fault David," Emily said as she scurried off and searched for a tissue. Good grief, what the hell have I done, and what's up with her I thought to myself. Either I'm a hell of a storyteller or she's got problems of her own. Emily returned after a few minutes somewhat more composed, and sat next to me on the couch, wringing a soggy fistful of tissues in her tiny hands. "Sorry, it's just that..., I know what you're going through" Emily said. "I hate when people say that, but I do know." I hate when people say that too. Turns out this time she was right. 5. All about Emily. Emily's story... "When I was in grade school, sixth grade, I had a boy in my class who would always tease me. He was awful, always picking on me and making fun of me. I hated him with a passion. As the year went on, I stopped hating him. My the end of the school year, I had made up my mind. I loved Billy and I knew that one day I would marry him." "He was the only boy in the world for me. We were inseparable all through high school, and although we would have our little fights from time to time, we always came back together. We went to college together, and after we graduated, we got married. I was twenty two years old and he was the only guy I had ever kissed, you know, really kissed." "Our marriage was wonderful, and we knew we would have a wonderful life together. We were both involved in community theatre, and we loved being in plays together. We wanted kids, but I was told that I would have a lot of trouble becoming pregnant, not to mention not likely being able to carrying a child to term, because of my size and everything." "The doctors were right, because I couldn't, even though we sure tried like crazy to make it happen. Finally after a few years we resigned ourselves to the fact that it wasn't going to be. I felt so guilty about it, but Billy was so understanding, even though I knew how much he wanted to be a father." "We decided that we would adopt a child, and we got the wheels in motion for that. It's an excruciating process, but we were getting close to making it happen. One night Billy was working overtime again, trying to make sure that our adoption wouldn't be slowed down because of money problems, and on his way home some drunk ran through a stop sign and t-boned him at an intersection. They said he probably never saw or felt what hit him, the guy was going so fast. The drunk was able to climb out of his car afterward and walk away." 6. Afterward. Emily retreated into her bathroom after that, which was just as well because now I was having trouble keeping myself together as well. By the time she came out, I was alright, and she was smiling a little through reddened eyes. "I guess you do know how I feel" I offered meekly. "We're a couple of real cheerful folks aren't we?" Emily said while giggling and sniffling simultaneously. "Hey, there's no reason to not let it out every once in a awhile" I responded. "It's been nine months and it still feels like yesterday to me." "Time doesn't help all that much David, at least for me it hasn't" Emily said. "Fourteen years and counting for me." "Wow, that gives me something to look... what did you say?" I asked in disbelief. "Fourteen years? How old... I'm sorry, that's rude. Oh hell, exactly how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" "Forty five" Emily said quietly. I looked at her in shock and awe, absolutely stunned at this revelation. I was incapable of speech and just sat there with my mouth open, no doubt looking much like an addled primate. "I know, I get that a lot" Emily offered. "I got carded for a bottle of wine a couple years ago." We compared birthday information and I informed her that I was exactly seven months her senior. "I probably look old enough to be your father" I told her honestly. "I would have guessed you to be around twenty six. So, what have you been doing the last fourteen years that can account for the fact that you haven't aged a bit. You must not have done anything stressful, like getting involved in relationships" I said joking. "One" Emily said. "I'd rather not talk about it." Judging by the tone of her voice, she wasn't kidding, so I changed the topic to some lighter topics. I delighted in making her laugh, and she was pretty easy in that regard. We had such a good time that I was startled when I happened to look up at the wall and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock. "Oh, I'm sorry, me sitting here babbling away like this, and on a school night too!" I said laughing. "I still hate Sunday nights, even now." "Me too! No, I loved tonight, really" Emily said, and I could tell she meant it. I didn't think this lady would be able to tell a lie, as her emotions were so easy to read by her face alone. I walked to the door and put my shoes on while Emily got my coat. "Lucky I don't have too far to go" I said looking out at the snow being blown around by a nasty wind that had come up since I had gotten there. How lucky was it really, I thought to myself, because it would be interesting to spend the night with her. "Be careful David" Emily said while fixing the twisted collar of my coat. I took a deep inhale of her sweet scent as she got near me, as a souvenir to take with me. Now what to do? "Um, would you be at all interested in going out with me, on a date or something" I stuttered lamely. "Maybe next Friday?" "I'd like that David" Emily said with a big smile and a little blush. "Great!" I said with much relief. I reached my hand out and Emily put her hand into it, her little hand disappearing in my meaty paw. I gave it a little shake and, just for the hell of it, raised it up to my lips and kissed the back of her hand. Soft, smooth skin that triggered an immediate erection. How long had it been? Emily blushed and bounced up on her tippytoes, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Bye David! Thank you for coming" she said with a chipper voice, as I headed down the fifty feet to my apartment. "Goodnight Emily" I yelled into the wind that took my breath away. The aching in my loins was something I would have to take care of after I got inside, because I could not fall asleep if I didn't, but it was sure nice to have to do that for a reason other than boredom. 7. The evolution of Emily and David. That was how it began, and we seemed to hit it off right from the start. We had our date that next Friday, which went well, and I invited Emily to my place for dinner the next night. I impressed Emily with my housekeeping as well as my cooking, making a pasta dish with chicken that had worked so well in the past. After dinner we ended up on my couch in front of the fire. Emily noticed the painting hanging prominently in the living room. "Who's that?" Emily said of the woman pictured coming out of the pool. "Did you paint that?" "God no!" I said. "I can't draw a straight line with a ruler. That's Becky, and it was painted by a friend of hers." "It's beautifully done" Emily said. "She's beautiful too." Emily seemed rather intimidated by the image, and while it isn't a graphic picture, it makes no attempt to hide Becky's abundant and natural beauty. We made out a little on the couch, and I discovered that Emily was a really fine kisser, despite her tiny lips. She put a lot into it too, which really excited me as well, and after a few minutes of this my hand went up to try to explore what Emily was hiding under her sweater. No dice. She caught my hand as it headed toward her sweater treasures and held tightly onto it before putting it down on her thigh. A couple more attempts were rebuffed later as well, as she displayed the quickness and agility of a goaltender, and the night ended soon after as Emily announced that she had to get up early to go to church. It seemed she was helping to decorate something for whatever reason. I walked her home and went back to my place to do a little decorating of my own, managing to pump out a copious amount of semen all over myself and the bed, so much so that a change of bedding and a shower was necessary. Just to make sure that sleep would not be a problem, I left another deposit in the shower, before going to bed with dreams of Emily letting me under that sweater. I felt like a kid again, but the important thing was that I was feeling something. 8. Shopping with Emily. One Saturday afternoon, Emily was going over to the mall and I invited myself along. We walked the halls, with me feeling so proud to be seen in the company of such a gorgeous woman that it made me forget how much I hated malls. We passed a large mirror in a store front, and I had to laugh at the sight of us side by side. Not only was it beauty and the beast, it was King Kong and Fay Wray, as the difference in my 6'2" frame and Emily's maybe five foot nothing, was almost comical. Emily the Church Lady We went into a woman's store and I watched Emily shop for clothes. I tried to prod her into buying something slinky, as I still hadn't seen her in anything that showed off what I suspected was a dynamite body underneath all these bulky sweaters and such. Emily stopped in front of a rack of evening gowns and pulled one down and looked at it. It was a beautiful long sleeveless black dress with a high neck and it was cut so that much of the shoulders would be bare. "Oh wow, look at this" Emily said. "Isn't this beautiful?" "It sure is" I said, suggesting she try it on. "No place to wear it" Emily said. "If you get the dress I'll take you to an appropriate place to show it off" I said hopefully. "At least try it on." "These things always look better on tall women" Emily said, "but it is my size." "Zero?" I said when I looked at the tag. "Petite zero? Is that possible?" "That's me, a zero" Emily said while shrugging her shoulders. "No, I meant that I've never heard of such a thing before, a size zero" I said in utter confusion. "They could at least have started at one or something. Go try it on. If it looks as good as I think it will, I'll buy it for you as an Presidents Day present!" "No, that's okay, but I think I will try it on just for the heck of it" Emily said as she took of her coat and handed it to me before heading into the dressing room. My mind was racing as I tried to compute whether I had the $135 for the dress, and finally figured that a little debt would be worth it if she looked good in it. Emily emerged from the dressing room in a few minutes, trying to pull her bra straps up under the dress. There was no worry about her looking good in the dress, because she didn't. She looked positively amazing. I almost fainted when she came out, and I swear I have never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. The dress was nice enough, but it was Emily that made it special. Emily's short blonde hair contrasted so beautifully with the black dress, and oh that body! She had a cute little pair of breasts under that dress, but her shoulders and arms were what were the most breathtaking. Creamy white, smooth, slender and shapely they were, with just a hint of muscle in those gorgeous biceps. Her arms reminded me so much of Linda Hamilton in that second Terminator movie, right down to the luxurious blonde down covering her forearms that left no doubt as to her natural hair color. She was indeed tiny, but what a woman! "What do you think?" Emily asked timidly. "Are you crazy?" I said in response. "You're beautiful, and so is the dress. Blush, a rather deep pink this time. Emily turned and faced the mirror and then went back into the dressing room. When she came back out into the store, she put the dress back on the rack and took her coat from me, and meandered around the store before leaving. I caught up with her at the entrance of the store. "You aren't buying it?" I asked in disbelief. "No, it's too much money, and it was kind of revealing too" Emily said as we headed down the hall. "Revealing?" I asked not understanding. "I didn't see anything revealing about it. You do have beautiful arms and shoulders though. I can't wait until the weather gets warmer." After a while, we eventually ended Emily's shopping extravaganza, with her sole purchase a fruit drink concoction. She drove us back home, and we made a date for pizza and a movie at her place that evening. She went into her apartment, and when she closed her door behind her, I ran to my car and hustled back to the mall to buy that dress. It was going to be a present, but I wasn't exactly sure who I was buying it for. 9. A pizza, a present and... . I appeared at Emily's apartment as scheduled, and I stoked up the fireplace while we waited for the pizza to arrive. After a too brief period of time I pretended to hear the delivery guy outside. I had left the dress outside the door, and I ducked out and grabbed the box and brought it in, ditching the plastic bag it was sitting in. They had done a wonderful wrapping job on the package, and for that price I guess it deserved it. "This new pizzeria really delivers pies with style" I said, coming around the couch and dropping the box gently on Emily's unsuspecting lap. The look on Emily's face was worth every cent as she unwrapped the box, and even though I'm sure she knew what it was, it still choked her up and she held it up in front of herself. "David, you shouldn't have" Emily said softly as her eyes got a little dewy. "Now I just have to figure out someplace to take you so you can wear it, because it isn't a pizza dress." The pizza arrived soon after, and we ate it in front of the roaring fireplace as we debated what to watch on the tube. The room had gotten extremely warm as I had done a really great job in firing it up. After we ate, Emily went into the bedroom and when she came out, she had changed into a cute red and white sleeveless blouse. "It's really hot in here" Emily said as she plopped down next to me. "I was sweating!" "That's not going to help any" I said, referring to that blouse that showcased those lovely arms. "Well, nobody ever complimented my arms before" Emily said. "They're kind of... you know, yucky looking." "I think you are absolutely insane, but that's okay. If you ever figure out how beautiful you really are, I'll be history. Well, what do you want to watch?" I asked Emily while I flipped through the channels doing a rapid-fire seventy three channel revue. "We've got Ferris Bueller on the comedy channel. That must be the millionth airing this year. Hey, how about Sling Blade on HBO?" "Is that a dirty movie?" Emily asked me. "I don't think so" I said. "Besides, you're going to church in a few hours so you can get your soul cleansed if somebody says the word 'poop'." "Really funny David" Emily said while blushing and poking me in the ribs. "You must think I'm a prude or something." "Well, you can always prove me wrong if you're ever in the mood" I suggested. Sling Blade was going to start in a few minutes, so I popped open a bottle of wine that I had brought with me. "Feel free to drink a glass and a half if you feel like it" I offered, while cuddling close to Emily on the sofa. The movie began, and although I had seen it before, I had forgotten an intersting part in the beginning of the movie. It starts in an institution where there's a character who speaks to fellow resident Billy Bob Thornton about how he claimed to pick up a girl. The guy tells how he saw that the girl had a lot of hair on her arms, and how much he liked that because that meant she had a big bush, which he liked. I glanced over at Emily, who was blushing predictably at that line. My eyes drifted to Emily's bare arms, and the very fine, almost transparent down that covered her forearms. I reached over and lightly ran my fingernails up from her wrist all the way to her bicep, raking gently through the luxuriant down, which immediately stood up straight from the effect of my touch. Emily's arm was immediately coated with goose bumps as well, as I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Is that true, what he said?" Emily turned from blushing pink to deep crimson in an instant. Maybe that was why she was so modest and protective, I thought. Although she didn't give any other indications of being a particularly furry woman, if that was what was holding her back, well, she was wasting her time hiding it from me. I was certainly not one to shy away from a little hair. Just the reverse, as women who preferred the natural look had always held an special attraction to me. Emily stared at the screen with her lips pressed close together, apparently not ready to give me an answer, so I decided to go do a little exploring. I took her wrist and raised it up and kissed it, before softly kissing her arm all the way up past her elbow. Emily squirmed a littlee in her seat which I took as a go ahead sign. When I first tried to lift her arm she resisted, but I gently forced it up over the back of the couch and continued kissing up the inside of her bicep, until I was staring at the most hairless little hollow of an underarm I had ever seen. Well, hair certainly wasn't the problem there, but that didn't stop me from continuing to nibble my way through her satiny-smooth armpit, which caused a gasp of surprise and delight that I had the pleasure of experiencing countless times before with other women. Emily responded as I had hoped she would, and we began kissing passionately. This time when my hand reached her breast, it stayed for a second before getting yanked off. This time however, my hand then got jammed down between her legs. Confused? You better believe it. How many times do you get your hand yanked off a breast and get rammed into a crotch? In the brief time my hand was on Emily's breast, I got to feel what felt like a padded bra, but this was not any surprise to me. I had seen one of Emily's bras before, and I knew that it wasn't all her up there, but frankly I didn't much care. I stopped kissing her and leaned back. "Why do you always take my hands off your breasts?" I asked Emily, who was busy getting herself put back together. "Why are you always trying to touch them?" Emily countered. "Touche!" I conceeded. "Because they are there?" "Oh David, we can do other things" Emily said. "Things I know you would like. I'm not a prude, I swear. In fact I think you'd be really surprised at some of the things I've done. I just need... time I guess." "Emily, I know that's not all you up there" I said curtly. "I'm forty six years old, and the time has long passed when I cared about superficial shit like that. You have small boobs? So what difference does that make? If you care about stuff like that, you're going to be very disappointed when my pants come off, if they ever do at this rate. Believe me, there isn't as much down there as you would probably want either." "I... I don't care about things like that" Emily said quietly. "I've only been with two men my whole life, so I don't really know much about how, er... you know, that stuff anyway." "Then what is the problem?" I asked, and it suddenly crossed my mind that there might be something really serious that was the cause of all this. Surgery of some kind? If so, I truly didn't care. "Pour me some wine David" Emily said as she got up and headed for the bathroom. "I guess we need to talk." 10. The other guy. Emily rejoined me on the sofa and immediately downed half of the glass of wine I had poured. "I'm probably going to scare you off with all of this, but you do deserve an explanation, David" Emily said. "If I didn't think a lot of you and wasn't very attracted to you, believe me I wouldn't be telling you this. I"ve never told anybody this stuff before. Not my family, not my pastor, nobody." "I'm still here" I told her, "and I don't plan on leaving until I get tossed out." "Okay then. Well like I told you, my husband Billy was the only man I had ever been with. We loved each other so very much, that I never gave all that much thought about things like this. We had a crazy sex life... I know you don't believe that, but we were maniacs. We made love so often you wouldn't believe it." "Why wouldn't I believe you?" I told her. "The way you kiss, hell, I know there's a passionate woman in there somewhere." Blush, followed by another sip of wine. "Well, after Billy was killed, I retreated into a shell. I wasn't interested in looking for anyone else, and kept to myself. Six years I lived like that, not even thinking about ever being with another man. I was convinced my life was over." "Nobody ever asked you out?" "Once in a while somebody would, but that was rare" Emily said. "I always made up excuses and turned those few down that did ask." "Anyway, all of a sudden this guy got hired at the place I was working at. He was very nice to me and he was attractive and all that, and it wasn't long before I was hooked. I can't explain it now, but I really fell for him. He was a real charmer, and I fell for him hard. Maybe I thought it was my last chance, I don't know. Maybe I was afraid of dying an old maid." "He courted me for quite a while, and was always the perfect gentleman. Wining and dining and winning me over. We started getting intense, and then there came the night that I knew we were going to... you know, make love. "We had petted and stuff, but nowhere near intimate, and I had fought off his advances up to then. Then came that night. We undressed, and then when he took off my bra...." Emily stopped and took another hit of the wine, emptying the glass. This time she was the one reaching over and filling her glass, albeit a trifle unsteadily. Emily looked over at me with the saddest eyes imaginable, and then reached under her blouse and fiddled around under there. I don't know what I was expecting at that point, but it wasn't what happened next. "I guess these are what you were trying to feel up" Emily said, and as she spoke, handed me a couple of beige cloth covered cones. I looked in shock at the little gelatin-like things I held in my palms, before looking back up at Emily in bewilderment. "My Bosom Buddies" she said meekly. "That's what they're called. I really don't wear them to fool people" she added. "It's just that clothes look really awful on me without them. They don't make clothes for women built... like me." I tried to hand them back to Emily, before finally putting the creepy little things on the coffee table. After that, I was now the one that was needing a drink. "Sticking around?" Emily asked, her voice now slurring a little bit. I assured her that I was here for the duration and she continued. 11. Rocky. "So anyway, I take off my bra for the great unveiling. Rocky, his name was Eric but he liked to be called Rocky, I'll never forget the look on his face when he looked at my chest. Heck, I knew I was no Raquel Welch, but anyway, we started making out again but he couldn't get... you know... hard. He got really upset at me." "He said it was my fault. He said that there was no way a man could get excited looking at someone built like me. He told me that if I wanted to continue to be with him I would have to do things his way." "I sincerely hope that you told him to go fuck himself and left" I said, "but I have a hunch you didn't." Emily shook her head and continued. "He made me wear a top whenever we made love. He bought me falsies that I had to wear under my top, nothing like those things there. Bigger ones that made me feel like a fool. Even that wasn't enough for him after a while. He said that if I wanted to be with him, I would have to get breast implants. I actually went to a doctor with him and got an appraisal. The doctor refused to do it, because he said it was obvious it wasn't me that wanted them. I thought Rocky was going to kill that doctor, he was so mad." "I can't believe you stayed with him" I said. "Me neither, now that is" Emily admitted. "I can't explain it, but I just wanted to make him happy, and I really can't for the life of me understand why. Anyway, he comes up with this plan for a way we could stay together. This made me happy, especially when he said it didn't involve surgery. Then he told me what he wanted me to do." I dreaded hearing this, since I had no reason to believe it could be good, but I asked her to keep going. "He brought a woman home with him, and told me I was to let her make love to me. He said this would make him excited enough that he would be able to become aroused enough to make love to me. This started to become a weekly thing. I don't know where he got them from, but the women he brought home were usually very attractive and really busty, and he would play with himself while I made love with the women. Then the woman would leave and Rocky and I would have sex." "You actually did this, Emily?" I said in amazement. "You let him force you to make love with women while he watched?" "In the beginning" Emily said while nodding affirmatively. "After a while, he didn't ... " "He didn't what?" "He wasn't forcing me to do it after a while" Emily said as a tear began to trickle down her cheek. "I wanted to! It was just that, the women were so nice to me, and they were so loving and made me feel so good that I began to look forward to it. Much more so than being with him after a while. I know what you must think of me David, but you should know." Well, to be perfectly honest, the thought of Emily being with a woman was an image I found very erotic. But not like that. Not being, if not forced, then at the very least blackmailed into it. "How long did you let this go on Emily?" I asked her as I put an arm around her shoulders. "About seven women worth" Emily said. "Then, it got worse." My only thought by now was, 'Oh shit, what next'? "Rocky wanted them to stay while he made love to me, so he could look at them while we had sex. I would lay down on my stomach and he would take me from the rear while the other woman would stand on the other side of the bed and.... , sorry" Emily said choking before she cleared her throat with another sip of wine. "Anyway, the final straw was when we drove me to a motel in Springfield, Massachusetts. He had this woman come up to our room, and he told me this would be different. He wanted me to sit in the chair next to the bed and play with myself while he... fucked this woman. That was the end for me." I couldn't tell what was more shocking, the stories that Emily had told me or the fact that she said the word 'fuck'. She was crying for real now, and I felt helpless as I held her close to me. "What happened to this asshole?" I asked Emily, and at this point I was so pissed that I was ready to go out and kill this scumbag. "He got caught embezzling from the company a month later, and he took off" Emily said sniffling. "He hasn't been seen since." For once I was speechless, numb all over. Emily got up and started tidying up around the living room, and I took the distressed look on her face as my signal to leave, so I got up and started getting my things together. "Had enough, huh David?" "Oh, uh, I thought you were hinting at me that you wanted me to go" I offered in response. "No, I don't want you to go" Emily said. "I want you to stay. If you aren't disgusted, that is." I put my coat back in the closet and tossed my shoes back on the runner by the door. "I'm not disgusted at all Emily" I said. "I feel badly that you've been hurt like that. I can't make any promises about us, except that I would never treat you like that." "I didn't think you would, or else I would never have told you all that" Emily said. "I just wanted you to know that there's a reason behind my insanity." "Insecurity, yes. A negative body image, most definitely so. Insanity, no" I assured her. Then you don't mind if we take it a little slow David?" Emily asked with a smile returning to her face as she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. "You okay with doing things my way for a little while?" "Fine with me" I responded. "Up to a point, that is. When and if we do make love at some time in the future, you aren't going to be wearing a shirt, or anything but a smile, or else it's never going to happen. We're going to have to accept each other as we are. Okay?" "Deal!" Emily announced, as she closed the bedroom door behind us. 12. Emily's bedroom. Emily disappeared into the walk-in closet that these apartments all had, one of the nicer amenities that we enjoyed. I turned on the light beside the doorway and looked over the surroundings. Very neat and tidy, and a nice big bed big enough for two. Not a waterbed, I noticed upon inspection, but it looked comfortable enough. Emily peeked out from the closet and frowned. Emily the Church Lady "A little bright out there, isn't it David?" Emily asked from the safety of the closet. I turned the dial and dimmed the lights halfway, as a compromise. In response to Emily's raised eyebrow, I turned it down a little more and waited to see what Emily was wearing that demanded the dim light we were in. Emily came out in a dark blue Mickey Mouse night shirt that came down past her butt but not much further. Very sexy but not really revealing, but I squinted well enough to see that she had very shapely legs. Mickey's big head blocked the view up top for me, but I could tell that he didn't have very big ears. Emily came up to me and stood right in front of me, coming up eye level to my neck, and put her arms around my neck. I could feel her nipples rub against my stomach as we kissed, a sure sign that there were no bosom buddies in here. "What do I wear?" I asked Emily. "Nothing, when I get done here" she announced, and started to unbutton my shirt. I helped Emily by tugging the shirt out from inside my pants, and she made quick work of the buttons before pulling the shirt off my shoulders and throwing it to the side. "Mmmmmm... you're as hairy as a bear. Ooooh, I like this. I like this a lot" Emily cooed, and ran her hands through the fur that covered my chest. Not something that does much to the women of the current era, but it obviously didn't bother Emily one bit. "So nice and soft and warm" she said before leaning forward and taking my nipple into her mouth. I let out a gasp as Emily licked and sucked the little nubs, alternately tweaking the one not getting the oral affection with her fingers as she went from side to side. I was sporting a rock hard erection after about five seconds, a fact that Emily noticed right away. "Oh my, I must be doing something good, is that right David?" Emily asked as she rubbed up against me. All I could do was nod as I fought the urge to climb all over this woman. She kept running her hands up and down my chest, while grinding up against me with her hips. "You've got a really nice body for an old geezer David" Emily said before biting my collarbone gently and nibbling around my shoulder. Without warning, she grabbed my arm and lifted it while kissing the inside of my bicep, then working her way down until she was nuzzling deep into my armpit. "Aaaarrrgggh!" I moaned as Emily returned the treatment I had given her earlier. She giggled as I seriously fought the urge to cum right in my pants as a result of this furious tonguing. I had done this many times to women, but had never gotten the treatment myself. I had always thought I was ticklish there, but the sensation I got from that was definitely NOT tickling. "What's the matter David?" Emily giggled. "I thought you'd like that. I know I did when you did it to me." "Too nice" I grunted, figuring I could explain later exactly what I felt about that, as I smiled and shook my head. That was apparently good enough for Emily, who then backed me up until the mattress was against the backs of my legs. Emily knelt before me and undid my belt, very slowly, and my heart was now racing at top speed. The button at the top of my pants was a little trickier, but she managed to get it after a brief struggle, and tugged them down as I stepped out of them. My cock was throbbing in the confines of my underwear and I was dying for Emily to take them off. Instead she just eased me down onto the bed and knelt beside me. Emily reached over and slid her fingers under the elastic top of the briefs and slowly pulled them down. I arched my hips to make the job easier for her, and finally my cock was freed, springing out and back onto my lower stomach with a loud slapping sound. "Oh my god" Emily said, as she looked down at my crotch. I looked down at myself, not knowing what to expect. Nothing visibly embarassing that I could see, except for the dab of precum glistening on the head of my dick, so I felt I had to ask what was wrong. "Your thing... it's so big!" Emily said, as she reached over and pulled my cock upright, looking at it with an expression of wonder. "David, I thought you said that your... wasn't very... you know? God! I can't even get my hand around it." As a slight departure from the story... There are a few things that you never disagree with a woman about. Truth of the matter is, my 'thing' isn't big, as much as saying it was might make the story more exciting. It's just the standard variety, only about six inches if that, back when I used to measure it daily while growing up, and they seem to wither rather than grow with age. Thick? Yes, from what I've been told, but Emily's hand would be hard pressed to encircle a hot dog, so that was not necessarily a true indicator. Still, who was I to argue? I looked down at Emily's little paw clenching my cock about halfway down the shaft, and reveled in this unexpected and undeserved commentary. Actually, I did look enormous in Emily's little hand, and the sight was stimulating to say the least. "No it isn't Emily" I finally said as she began sliding her hand up and down the shaft. Her hand only went around half of the girth but she had a way of twisting her hand that more than made up for it. "I don't think you'll be able to fit your thing inside me," Emily said with a tremor in her voice, "when we do... it. I'm very small down there." "That's silly, babies are a lot bigger than any penis, and they come out alright" I said without thinking. "Not out of me they didn't" Emily said rather forlornly, and after I took my foot out of my mouth I apologized immediately. She brushed it off and went back to the situation at hand, so to speak. I watched with interest as Emily bowed her head over me and tongued the sensitive opening, cleaning the dripping tip only to cause more oozing. Emily cleared that away and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She began sliding her mouth up and down the head, occasionally going down over the ridge of the crown. She was trying her best to go further down, and I could see her face contort as she did. Her hand was pumping and twisting down the shaft, and I felt her tongue sliding around as she sucked. It was not the best head I had ever gotten, but it was plenty good, and I soon felt my orgasm welling up inside me. I tried to hold off as best I could but the combination of Emily's efforts and the painfully long period of absentinence were too much to overcome. "Coming... going to come" I warned Emily, wanting her to be able to handle it in whatever way she wanted. She didn't take me out of her mouth, and I felt her cleverly use her tongue to divert the initial blasts of semen that erupted from me. Her mouth and hand kept working as the spasms kept coming, before finally ending almost mercifully, with Emily having seemingly milked me dry. I looked down as Emily finally took my cock out of her mouth, and when she looked up I saw a trickle of semen running out of the corner of her mouth. She smiled and went back down, sliding her tongue up and down the length of my gradually deflating dick, now laying back on my stomach. This continued for a time, as her tongue seemed to be able to coax a new and continuing drizzle of cum out of my cock with this action, forming a little semen pool below my navel. "You like?" Emily asked as she finally got back upright. "Me like a lot" I said. "I like to do things like that too." "You mean doing things down around here?" Emily asked, pulling up her night shirt to her waist, disclosing the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. My eyes devoured the luscious sight of her raised mound, and even in the faint light I could see the tiny blonde tuft of hair that framed her sweet opening. I rolled Emily over onto her back, and my head went right down between Emily's legs. My tongue found her opening throughly wet, and I inhaled deeply the incredibly erotic scent of an aroused woman. Her pubic hair was so soft it barely qualified as hair, feeling more like silk on my cheeks as my mouth went right to work. It was only a matter of seconds before Emily began squirming beneath me, and I reached up under her and cupped her cute little buns in my hands. I was able to move her around my tongue, instead of the other way around, and Emily began to make some crazy sounds. Emily reached down and grabbed me my the hair, and I looked up from between her thighs to see her looking down at me with her eyes bulging out of her head and the veins in her neck so visible it was like an anatomy lesson. I burrowed my mouth back into her with renewed vigor and was delighted when Emily let out an almost bloodcurdling howl. As Emily's legs wrapped around my head, I felt a warm spray suddenly blast me in the face. I tongued away even more relentlessly then, pulling her butt toward me as I tried to devour her in response. Her screaming continued as her body shuddered and jerked, seemingly without any semblance of control. Emily almost had to pull the hair out of my head to get me to stop before she finally fell back onto the bed, almost hyperventilating as she fought to catch her breath. I was kind of out of my mind by that point too. "Oh David, that was so... oh man!" "I know, I agree completely" I responded. "I'm sorry about the mess..." she said before I cut her off. "Before you say anything silly, as for what you call a mess, I call it a medal of honor, and it turns me on so much I can't describe it. Now what were you going to say?" I asked with a grin. "I think that covered it pretty well" Emily said, as she curled up next to me. 13. Morning has broken. I felt the dull warmth of the winter sun on the side of my face as I gradually started to regain consciousness. The memories of the wild night just passed started to come back to me as I realized I was in a strange bed, lying naked on my back. I heard the muffled sound of a toilet flushing, and realized that I had to make a visit to bathroom myself, as the raging morning wood that was standing down there like a flagpole would attest to. I started to get up, but when I heard Emily moving around I decided to lay back down and pretend to be still asleep. I squinted through sleep encrusted eyelids in hope of seeing Emily naked, the desire to see Emily's breasts having gotten even greater with the recent happenings. Emily came into the bedroom, and unfortunately she was still wearing her mouse night shirt. She looked damn cute in that thing as I watched her move quietly around the room. I was getting ready to roll out of the sack when I noticed she was moving over to the side of the bed. I was expecting maybe a kiss on the forehead or a similiar affection, but when I looked up, I saw something I was not expecting at all. Emily was holding the bottom of her night shirt tightly in her clenched fist, held up around her navel, and her other hand was busy working between her legs. She was staring down in the direction of my cock, and I closed my eyes quickly before she noticed I was awake. I lay there with my eyes closed, listening to the muffled sounds Emily was making as she masturbated furiously beside the bed. I was so stunned I didn't know what to do, as I knew this had to be a first for me, awake or not. Exciting? You better believe it. My cock, which was already hard, began to throb as I longed for her to touch me, because I knew all it would take would be one stroke for me to orgasm. I squinted again and saw that her legs were slightly spread and she had two fingers inside her pussy. Emily's blonde bush sparkled in the morning light, and I was startled to see just how miniscule her furry triangle was. Just a little patch of hair around that moist mound, and I knew that wasn't the result of some waxing job. I was getting restless, and my skin was crawling with the desire to get up as I heard Emily begin to whimper a little louder. I watched in amazement as Emily made little choking noises, her legs bowed slightly, as she began to come. She almost lost her balance at one point as her body buckled from the intensity of her orgasm, and I fought the urge to reach out and grab her. Finally, she stopped and, after letting the night shirt fall back down, went into her closet. Emily lifted the shirt up off herself, and I was treated to the delicious sight of a rear view of Emily's delightful body. So incredibly tiny, yet very shapely from the rear. Her pert little buttocks still high and firm despite her forty five years. Turn around, I felt like screaming, as my little waif reached up for her robe. Emily turned around but held the robe in front of her as she went off to the bathroom. Damn! I heard the shower turn on and I laid there helplessly with my erection pulsating. I knew I would have to take care of that when I got home. I got up and paced around, waiting for Emily to finish her shower, wanting so badly to go in there and... unload, shall we say. I saw her panties laying in the corner along with the clothes she had been wearing. I picked them up and brought them up to my face, breathing in deeply and enjoying the aroma of what I had tasted just hours earlier. In another first for me, I wrapped the panties around my rigid cock and gave it exactly two pulls. That was all it took as I began ejaculating into the soft cotton, the quickness and the force of it doubling me over a little. After the spasms ended, I looked down at the panties I held in my hand and felt a little ashamed of myself. The little briefs were dripping with what seemed like an unnatural load of cum. Hearing the shower cut off, I panicked a little and tried to think of what to do with the evidence. Finally, I tossed them underneath the other clothes she had worn yesterday and jumped back into the bed. When Emily came back into the room, I was pretending to be just waking up. "Good morning sleepyhead" Emily said in a happy tone. "Morning yourself" I answered. "You're up and at it early, aren't you Emily. You probably got a lot accomplished already" I added, not able to resist a playful jab. "Oh yeah, busy as a beaver" she said. "I've got to get to church by nine." "Oh yeah, that's right" I said. "Is this one of those deals where you have to tell them all the naughty things you did during the week?" "No, I don't do that" Emily said while she fished around in her closet. "That's good, because you'd have quite a lot to talk about this week, wouldn't you?" I teased. "Well, I guess so, but I really don't remember anything naughty" she said with a twinkle in her eye. "I do remember a few very nice things." "Yeah, I do too" I responded. "It's amazing how much fun you can have just by watching and learning." "Huh?" Emily said, confused. "Well, I do have to get dressed now" she added, holding the fluffy white robe tightly around herself. "Don't let me stop you" I assured her. Emily gave me a look that convinced me I would not be getting any looks that morning, so I gathered up my clothes and headed out of the bedroom. "Doesn't seem fair that you get to look and I don't" I said in a pouting voice. "Coffee's made, if that's any consolation David" Emily said as she closed the door behind me. "Great! A another stimulant is just what I needed" I replied as I waddled shakily to the kitchen. It had been quite a rousing morning already as far as I was concerned. 14. What next? Emily headed off to church, and I walked down the sidewalk to my apartment, having declined with thanks Emily's offer to have me accompany her to church. I went to the library later that day to return some books, and when I returned there was a note on my door. Nice handwriting, and there was a cute little heart over the 'i' in David. I wondered who could have written this? David: I LOVED last night. Thank you for being so understanding and patient. Tomorrow is a holiday, so if you want to come down to my place tonight, we could play some more. If you want to that is. Best, Emily Capped with a heart over the 'i' in Emily. How sweet. Would I be there? How could I resist? 15. Second night. I spent the Sunday afternoon thinking about Sunday night, pacing the floor and fantasizing. By the time the evening rolled around, I was a nervous wreck. When I strolled down to Emily's place with my bottle of wine in my hand, I thought about the last twenty four hours and wondered whether the next twenty four would be as interesting. Emily greeted me very enthusiatically at the door, and we ended up in her kitchen. I opened the wine by the counter, and after I popped the cork, Emily was behind me, her hands rubbing my shoulders while she ground herself into my butt. "Gotta ask your advice on something David" Emily said as she walked around me and leaned against the sink, looking up provocatively at me with those soft aquamarine eyes. "Shoot" I suggested as I poured the wine. "Do you think I should go to the doctor?" Emily asked while taking something from behind her back and holding it up in front of me. "I think I might have caught something." The panties. Emily held up the little briefs, the ones I had relieved myself into that morning. The once soft cotton panties now twisted and frozen into a bizarre shape by the now-dried load of semen I had deposited inside them. "Uh, no, I think you're alright" I offered somewhat meekly. "I'm responsible for that." "Really David?" Emily said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. "Is this something you usually do or was this a special occasion?" "Well, actually, I've never done anything like it before" I said while being hypnotized by the underwear. "I needed someplace to... unload and that was the first thing I saw." "Do you get the need to unload a lot David?" Emily said, clearly enjoying my embarrassment and delighting in watching me on the defensive. Since Emily was clearly not mad, I decided to use my ammunition. "I do get very excited when I wake up in the morning, and there's a beautiful woman standing next to the bed" I said, and took great pleasure in watching Emily begin to turn color. "When the woman is standing there holding up her nightshirt," I continued, "and she has her fingers inside her pussy. When she's getting herself off by looking at me, yes, that does excite me. A lot. I know that's never happened to me before." "Oh my god" Emily said, the panties down lowered from my line of vision. Emily's face was now almost purple, the blush in full bloom. "So when you went into the bathroom, I was walking around the bedroom with a raging hard-on and wanted to get rid of it" I told Emily. "I'm sorry for using your panties for it, because that wasn't very nice." "That's okay, I was only kidding around" Emily said, now cuddling up next to me and putting her arm around my hip. "You probably think I'm a weirdo, playin with myself like that." "Hey, you told me that you were no prude" I reminded her. "I guess you proved it." "It's just that you looked so nice laying there, and your thing was so... beautiful there, so hard. You were so sexy looking that I couldn't help myself" Emily told me. "I've got a lot of... you know, pent up inside of me." "No reason to apologize, but I think you're nuts" I said. "You think I'm sexy, and you think you're not? You have to be kidding, and what is it with this "thing" word?" "Well, you are sexy to me." Emily said. "What you want me to call it? Your penis?" "You can do better than that, Emily. Geez, what are you, a doctor?" I scolded her good-naturedly. "Your cock?" Emily asked meekly. "As long as it's not thing or penis, I don't care what you call it" I assured her. "Okay" Emily said. "Well, when I came in the bedroom and I saw your... cock waving in the air, I got real excited. I came over and saw it twitching and throbbing, with the veins bulging along the shaft, and... I thought about how much I would like to have that huge thing inside of me." Emily the Church Lady Emily's hand had come down off my hip and was now squeezing my buttocks, and although she was still blushing and talking into my shirt, Emily was certainly getting braver and raunchier. And I loved it, no matter how misguided she might be! "What were you thinking about when you...?" Emily asked with her voice trailing off. "What was I thinking about when I jerked off into your panties?" I said to Emily who visibly shuddered at my words. "I was thinking about how beautiful you looked next to me when you masturbated, and how I wished I could have watched you better without squinting." "I imagined how fantastic you must look in the shower" I continued. "I wished you had taken your night shirt off so I could see your breasts, because that's been driving me crazy since we've been together." Emily burrowed her head into my chest and held me tightly. "You're going to be very disappointed, David" Emily said while her voice choked with emotion. "I can guarantee I won't be" I said firmly. With that Emily took me into by the hand and once again took me into her bedroom. "We'll see" was all Emily said as I closed to door behind me. 16. The unveiling. The second the door closed, Emily began to quickly unbutton my shirt. I reached over and turned the knob on the light switch, which filled the room with brightness. A bit too much for my tastes, but I was too excited to care much. My hands reached up to pull Emily's blouse off but she stopped me before I had gotten an inch. "You first, David" Emily said as she took my shirt off. "Mmmmm... I love your hairy chest" she cooed seductively as she rubbed her face in the fur. "I've never been with a hairy man before, and it really feels nice." "Neither have I" I noted wryly. "Can I help you off with your things now, Em?" "In a minute" Emily said, and knelt before me, quickly undoing my jeans and pulling them off. Emily roughly pushed me down on the bed and had my underwear off in seconds. Her little hands grabbed my cock the minute it swung free, pulling and twisting it roughly with her right hands while her left hand grabbed my balls and began kneading them with a startling intensity. Emily bent over and began swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, but I gently removed her from me and sat up on the edge of the bed. "I want to see you now" I told Emily. "Let me undress you. We're going to make love, aren't we?" Emily nodded grimly and got up off the bed. She walked deliberately over to the light switch and spun the dial around to the off position. "Turn it back on Emily, please." She looked like somebody going to the gallows, which was not the way I had envisioned this being. Emily turned the knob a little bit, and the effect was so negligible that I could hardly make out where she was in the room as she came back to bed. I got up and went to the knob and turned it up, not to its brightest but about half way. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time" I said. "I'll wait as long as it takes but I am not going to do it in the dark." "I... I... I want this to be perfect" Emily said haltingly. "Let me do it my way David, please." "It's been your way all along," I told her, "but I have no intention of us making love and not being able to see your face, or everything else for that matter. You can't see how drop-dead gorgeous you are? Well, I can, and I wouldn't say it if it weren't true. Stop torturing yourself... and me, all over what some scumbag said years ago. He was an loser, and probably just blamed you because he couldn't get it up." Emily went back over to the light and dimmed it, but just slightly. It was a compromise that I could live with. It was all so absurd, this incredible looking woman acting so defensively over something so trivial. Still and all, the buildup was driving me crazy. With the illumination now at a level we could both live with, Emily now stood in front of me. I reached up and grabbed the elastic of her black stretch pants she was so fond of. Laura Petrie pants, I always called them when I kidded her about them. To me they looked like the ones Mary Tyler Moore wore so often on The Dick Van Dyke show, just before she would break out into some impromptu dance routine in the living room at one of their dinner parties. Down came the slacks, exposing those slender but curvy legs, so soft and smooth to the touch. As I helped her off with them, my face came close to her panties, and I took a deep hit of that powerful scent. I reached up for the elastic of her panties and coaxed them down ever so slowly. That tiny wisp of golden down around her opening looked even more dazzling now that I could see it, and I leaned forward and grazed my lips against the unbeleievable softness. "You're breathtaking" I said to Emily, who was looking down at me hopefully. Emily seemed to relax a bit and so I pulled her onto my knee, with her sex resting on my thigh. I could feel the moist warmth almost immediately against my skin, and my cock, which was already throbbing, went into another gear. My hands took the bottom of her blouse and inched it up her body. At first Emily had kept her arms at her sides, but as the blouse came up, she relaxed and lifted her arms, allowing me to pull it over her head. Emily's skin was china white and flawless, with only a sparse scattering of freckles on her shoulders and upper chest. Her collarbone was prominent, and I leaned over and kissed her there, nibbling around her neck and shoulders as well. My hands went up to her bra, and just before my hands got there, Emily suddenly bolted up and went over to her dresser, fumbling around inside the cups of her harness before removing those little "bosom buddies' of hers, before coming back over onto my lap. The quilted cups of her brasierre looked deflated now, like a tent with the poles removed. I reached around behind Emily and briefly fumbled around for the clasps. "Front" Emily whispered in my ear, although I thought from the tone of her voice she would have preferred I spend the time groping behind her. My hands came back around and came up to the front. A tiny blue flower sat between the cups, and below that was the single clasp. A gentle motion and the bra practically fell off of Emily, the cups parting agreeably to the sides, leaving her naked as I let it fall off her shoulders. Emily sat there, visibly trembling, as was I as well. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, and her face was twisted and distorted, as if she was expecting a visit from the grim reaper. I had seen pictures of females built like Emily, and while I found them very attractive, I had never actually been with anyone like this. Emily's breasts were but tiny little swells, barely distingishable except from the sides. If she had not been so self conscious about herself before this and warning me so ominiously about herself, I might have been shocked. Now, with me expecting who-knows-what, I found this sight intensely exciting and flat-out erotic. It was Emily's nipples that were what really got my attention. They were almost the size of strawberries, so large and puffy were the aureola that the nipples just seemed to keep jutting out forever. "Open your eyes Emily" I asked her softly, and she did so very slowly. "I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life" I said while looking up at Emily, her lower lip quivering and eyes welling up. "Why on earth would you want to hide... geez, you look so amazing I can't even find the words." It was the absolute truth, but it seemed to relieve Emily somewhat to hear it. What horrible damage had been done to this woman by one uncaring scumbag! Yet, if not for that fool, I would not be there with this remarkable woman. "Are they as sensitive as they look?" I asked hopefully, and Emily nodded very briskly while biting her lip, as if hoping to encourage me. Like I needed it at that point. My lips came forward and took her left breast into my mouth. Emily gasped and clutched my head to her in almost a death grip. My lips and tongue danced around that pebble covered bud, sucking and licking it with a lot of pent-up emotion I had of my own. There was something so very unusual, yet so incredibly erotic about having the entire breast of a woman in my mouth, that I felt like I would burst. I went back and forth between the two little treasures, my hand replacing my mouth as I smothered them with affection. Emily was rocking on my thigh in an urgent humping motion, and when she began clawing at my hair, I sensed she was almost going to have an orgasm. This encouraged me to go after her breasts with even more intensity. Suddenly Emily shifted a little bit on my thigh, and when she did, her own thigh came up and pressed against the underside of my cock. I fought against my orgasm, which would certainly have taken place had I not shifted myself so that her flesh was not rubbing against my dick. When Emily finally came, there was no mistaking it, as she broadcast it loud and clear. Those insane animal noises, which I had heard last night in a muffled form when my head was buried between her thighs, came through loud and clear as Emily howled in my ears while she rode my thigh. I resisted letting go of that tender little bud that I caressed so lovingly in my mouth long after Emily stopped spasming, but when I did Emily took my head in her hands and gave me a kiss that almost rattled my fillings loose. I felt the coolness of her tear soaked cheeks against my face as she attacked me. "Thank you thank you thank you David!" she kept repeating over and over, looking at me like I had done something special. I tried to tell her that the pleasure might not have all been mine, but I had definitely had my share. "I want to make love to you David" Emily said while reaching for my swollen, dripping member. "I still think you might be too big though." "That isn't going to be the problem" I said assuredly. "The problem is that I'm not going to last very long, Emily. I'm very... excited. I almost came when you did." "That's okay David" Emily said as I eased onto my back, as Emily climbed around and straddled me. "We have all night. I just want you inside me so much." 17. The union. I slid back further on the bed and let Emily climb astride me. She had me in her hand and was rubbing my engorged cock up and down the wet entrance of her mound. I could not look at her any longer, as I was so close to coming. The vision of this usually petite and demure lady now looking half-crazed and insatiable was making me rather insane myself. Emily tried to lower herself down on me, and for the first time I became concerned about this. It was like trying to slip a pepperoni through a keyhole, as I felt the head of my cock being rammed into what felt like a wall, almost painfully so. "Relax Emily, just relax" I said softly. "You're too tense." "Errgh... have to... want you... inside me," was her gargled response as she held the base of my cock in her hand and tried to force me in. Seconds later, it seemed like Emily simply fell down on me, and I felt the head of my member penetrate a bit. Then I felt myself lurch inside as the ridge of the head popped inside, and I felt Emily begin to envelop me as she slowly slid down the shaft, accompanied my the most unearthly howl I had ever heard. Tight was not the word to describe the feeling inside of her pussy. It was like a warm and slippery vise in there, almost painfully so. I then made a crucial mistake, as I looked up and saw Emily rocking wildly above me. Her body was flailing from side to side, almost like she was being slapped around by an invisible assailant. I felt my cock being squeezed violently inside her as the convulsions of her orgasm began to wreak havoc on my efforts to not cum myself. I might have had a chance to hold off a bit longer, I suppose, but when I watched Emily's hands come up to her chest, and when she took those puffy nipples between her fingers and squeezed, I knew I was a goner. My tortured cock erupted into Emily, in a series of spasms that were so forceful it either set Emily off again or kept her going. My seed kept blasting relentlessly into her pussy, and whatever embarrassment I may have felt over the brevity of this performance was drawfed by the intensity of my orgasm. Emily's pussy kept squeezing me, and the accordian-like sensation kept my dick spasming long after the last of my cum had been siphoned out of me. When I looked up Emily was still slowly rocking on top of me, swaying with her head rolling lazily back on her shoulders, mouth open wide. I felt my cock start to deflate, making the fit a much more comfortable one at last. I was about to apologize for coming so quickly when Emily let out a high pitched wail and began having a little seizure on top of me. "Aaaaaaaaaah... oh god!" Emily howled as I felt my nearly flaccid dick get crushed again by yet another series of contractions. My cock started spasming again, probably from force of habit, and while it would produce nothing in the end but a dull ache in my balls, it was fun while it was happening. Finally, almost mercifully, Emily collapsed on top of me. Our bodies were drenched in sweat from the exertions of what was most likely the briefest intercourse on record. Forty five seconds, tops, but I felt like I had just run a marathon after having my ass kicked by Jackie Chan. Our eyes met and Emily started giggling, which got me laughing as well. "Oh David that was so great!" Emily gushed. "You wer so fantastic!" "Fantastic?" I said. "All I did was lay here. You were the star of the show." "No way!" Emily insisted. "God, it's been so long since I had an orgasm like that... fourteen years at least" Emily said with a tiny trace of sadness in her voice. "Well, next time don't hold back so much" I said sarcastically to Emily. "Really let it out, because that excites me." "Oh, I will David" Emily said. "I'll feel more comfortable now that we've gotten that out of the way." "Uh, I was only kidding, Emily" I said in confusion. "I wasn't" Emily declared. "I told you I was no prude, didn't I?" That she had, and for the rest of the night and well into the wee small hours she set out to prove it to me. 18. Afterglow. It was very early in the morning when I awoke. My body ached from head to toe, and the sweet taste of Emily was still in my mouth, bringing back the wonderous memories of the night before. We had enjoyed a couple of rematches last night, and I managed to last a little longer each time. Although the tightness of Emily was still a problem that was not remedied much by her relaxing, it also made it tough for me to last as long as I wanted. I rolled on my side and faced Emily, still out like a light, and pulled the sheet down a little so I could enjoy her beauty in the morning light. On her back, Emily's tiny breasts had now all but disappeared, making the incredible strawberries of her nipples even more provocative looking. I felt the familiar urge rising in my battered cock and I contemplated taking one of those delightful mounds into my mouth, when I noticed Emily watching me. "Do you like my little titties David?" Emily said coyly, as I looked up and met her twinkling eyes. "Busted, so to speak" I said as I leaned forward and kissed her pebbly bud. "I think that your breasts are amazing." "Anything more than a mouthful is a waste, Billy used to tell me" Emily laughed. "I used to tell him that they don't make mouths that small." "Well, he was right" I assured her. "They are so nice I can't keep my hands, or mouth off them!" "I'm sorry" Emily said. "I guess I talk about him a lot. It's just that you remind me so much of him in many ways, in the way you treat me. You make me feel so alive!" "I take that as a compliment" I offered while tracing the perimeter of her meaty aureola with my index finger. "It is" Emily said, as I felt her hand slide over and touch my cock, making my erection jump in surprise. "Gee David, is your cock always hard?" Emily asked as her fingertip grazed along its length. "Only when you're around" I said as I climbed on top of Emily and kissed my way down her body until my head was nestled between those delightful thighs once again. A more delicious breakfast I could not imagine. Epilogue. The next day as I was leaving my place for work, I found a note on my door. Dear David, Thank you for one the best weekends of my life. Even though I can hardly walk I loved every minute of it. I want to have some more fun, real soon. I told you I was no prude, and I don't think that you are either. If you are game, this is what I would like you to do. The note gave me instructions, and while it gave no hint as to what was actually going to happen, I was certainly game for anything Emily was going to throw my way. **** This is the end of "Emily the Church Lady". Emily and David will continue having their adventures in future stories that will be stand alone stories in the fashion of this one. I hope you enjoyed this story, and as always your comments and suggestions are appreciated.