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Visiting Emma

By: Jonathon_Swiftly



I had just gotten out of a relationship with my last girlfriend, Corenne—we’d been together for a few years, and neither of us wanted to see an end to what we had, but you know how it is when you discover that you’re both great people, just not great for each other, right? So anyway, I was suddenly single again, and that’s when the trouble started.

I was hanging out with a friend of mine, Steve, I guy I had met in college, and we had a lot of the same interests, you know, sports, video games, pretty girls…. 

Wait, let me go back a little for a moment. Let’s talk about Corenne, my ex, for a second. She was a gorgeous woman, with clear green eyes, a dark complexion, and a trim, supple athletic body. She was also an absolute blast to be around and she had a number of girl friends that she would ask over from time to time. So there we would be, hosting a movie night at our place, maybe a half dozen of us there altogether, and I’d be the only guy. I used to wonder sometimes what Corenne told her friends about me, because she was the first woman I’d ever been with whose friends all seemed to really like me—and I mean, really like me. They were all flirty, though Corenne never seemed to mind. But then, she knew I was faithful, and maybe she got a little enjoyment out of seeing her friends fawn over me. In any case, it was only flirting, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. 

Enter my friend Steve. 

Like I said before, he was an old college buddy of mine, and he had just moved into the area after having spent a couple of years in Los Angeles. It was, at that time, his turn to have been recently separated, and he was sorta down on himself, so, when I suggested that we invite him over for the next movie night, Corenne quickly agreed.

And so it was, and that was how Steve met Corenne’s friend, Emma. Emma was a lot like Corenne, both beautiful, both smart, both funny, but the difference was that where Corenne was dark, Emma was light. And Steve fell in love with her the second he met her. 

Luckily for Steve, when he wants to, he’s got the charm of three guys, and he turned it all on. Emma didn’t have a chance, the way I saw it, and it was only a matter of time before they were a couple. We didn’t see them very often for while, which I thought was quite normal, but eventually we began to catch up with them more and more. Their engagement was no surprise, not really, and everyone was more than happy for them. 

It was during that engagement, though, that things got a little… unusual. Shortly after Steve and Emma’s engagement, Corenne and I decided to split. Like I said, it was amicable if still painful, and I decided to spend some time being single again. Corenne was special, and I wasn’t going to settle for someone less than her just to avoid sleeping alone. Such was my mindset. 

Anyway, thanks for putting up with this backstory, so now we can move forward.

I was visiting Steve and Emma, which meant a bit of a flight for me. It was a holiday weekend, and Steve and I always kept warm places in our hearts for St. Patrick’s Day. So, the weekend began when Emma picked me up at the airport. My plane was a little late, but no worries, I was too relaxed to get worked up over something like that; I was working as an engineering consultant in Denver, and business was good which made me all smiles. When we were cleared to debark, I grabbed my one carry-on and hot-footed down the exit chute. 

Stepping into the passenger lounge I spotted Emma right away, and was I ever glad that I saw her first. If not, she might’ve seen how I looked at her. She had on a pair of dark slacks made of this thin material I have no idea the name of—I heard them called “sassy pants” once, and I’ve never heard a more appropriate nickname. She also wore a sexy white blouse, a pair of heeled, black boots, and her light hair was wrapped up behind her head and held in place with a clip. I couldn’t help but remember the times, before she met Steve, when she would flirt with me on movie night. Images of her in the light green pajamas she would change into came quickly and they were hard to push away.

She was still scanning the other passengers for me when I put my thoughts back in check and tried to get her attention.

“Emma!” I called to her, raising my hand and beginning to walk toward her.

She spun in my direction and flashed a smile so brilliant I was afraid I was still going to get caught with the wrong sort of look on my face.

“Jack!” she replied. Suddenly she took the few steps left between us and threw her arms around me. I held on to my bag because I didn’t want to put both arms around her—I could smell her perfume, and the shampoo in her hair, and the thought of putting both arms around her right at that moment seemed like a bad idea. How would I explain it if I suddenly produced a pup tent while she was pressed against me? 

So I looped my right arm around her, and she started laughing as she brought her head back to look at me. 

“I didn’t know if I had the right plane,” she said, glancing at the terminal readouts. “When I didn’t see you,” she giggled now, “I started to doubt myself.”

“Well, you were right,” I said. “’Cause here I am.”

She stopped giggling and gave me a smile.

“Do you have to go to baggage claim?”

“Nope, I travel light,” I said, indicating my one carry on.

“Smart boy.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Again, the smile.

“C’mon,” she said, separating from me but grabbing my hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

I followed her, trying to be casual about the quick glances I took at her sassy pants—sunglasses would have saved me the trouble, but how do you explain wearing them indoors? Luckily, whenever she looked back I was always ready with a smile for her.

It only took a couple minutes before we got to her vehicle, a new model Escalade, the truck version, white with giant 20” rims—maybe 22. Apparently Steve was doing well. 

“When did you guys get this?” I asked. Steve had begun working in politics, though I was still a little shaky on just what it was he did.

“Last month,” she replied, as we both slid into the cab. I had never liked the Escalade before, but my goodness, it was an impressive truck up close. Maybe I needed to change my mind about them.

She started the engine and slowly got us out of the parking garage. In moments we were zooming down the freeway.

“Hey, do you have your cell phone handy?” she asked me, kind of out of the blue.

“Yeah,” I replied, pulling it from its pocket in my bag.

“I want you to put my cell number in your address book.”

“Okay,” I said, thumbing the buttons as she recited the number.

“Now, call it to be sure.”

I complied, and suddenly I heard a buzzing in the cab. It only took a second to realize the phone was in her lap. Actually, it was stuck between her thighs. I raised an eyebrow as I watched the little PCS vibrate.

“How long you gonna keep buzzing my crotch there, Tiger?” she asked, a wry tone in her voice.

Oh man, was I caught for sure that time. Immediately, I killed the call, and then I laughed casually—or so I hoped—while looking out my window. I would have given money, good money, to know whether I had turned red. Flirting with Emma had been so much easier when I was the one in a relationship, and as unfair as that sounds, I think it’s because I couldn’t imagine Steve being as comfortable with it as Corenne had been.

A moment later she brought my attention back from the bridges and fields that I had pointedly kept it on, and asked, “Do you remember Melinda?”

“Sure,” I replied, grateful that those had been the words she’d chosen to speak. Melinda had been a member of our movie group. She was the smallest of the girls, perfectly proportioned (well, as best I knew, anyway) but petite. Melinda was the only one who could keep up with me when I started spouting movie quotes—of course I remembered her. “How is she?”

“You can ask her yourself tonight,” Emma said, slyly. “I’ve invited her over. She couldn’t have been more excited. It’s been a long time since she’s seen you, y’know?”

“Yeah, it has been a long time since I’ve seen anyone.”

Emma nodded, and then asked if I had any ‘nice’ clothes with me.

“In this?” I asked, pulling my bag a few inches off the foot well floor. “No way. Why? I thought Steve said all I would need are jeans?”

“Hold on, Turbo!” Emma said, taking a hand off the wheel to hold it up at me. “I just asked because I was thinking the four of us might like to go somewhere nice for dinner tomorrow night.”

I didn’t really need time to think about it, it was a no-brainer. 

“No problem, we’ll just need to stop somewhere so I can get something.”

Emma smiled wide.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

The rest of the drive was filled with small talk about our respective jobs and current events, and it wasn’t long before we pulled into the driveway of the two-story home she shared with Steve. It sat on a couple of dozen acres or so, and it was beautiful countryside. I said so.

“It is beautiful, isn’t it, Jack?” she said as we got out of the truck. “The land is one of the big reasons we bought this place.”

I took a quick look around. I didn’t see any houses.

“We don’t have a lot of neighbors, as you can see, and we like it that way. Must seem strange to you, all this space.”

I grew up in a city, and I still lived in one.

“No, not really,” I said, shaking my head a little bit. “I like it. It feels good.”

“There’s no Starbucks within walking distance, though….” She teased. 

I laughed. Either she remembered how much I liked coffee, or Starbucks had become synonymous with urban life. Either way, it was funny to me. I hefted my bag over my shoulder and Emma took that as a cue or something.

We walked up the porch steps and she unlocked the front door, looking over her shoulder to make sure I was behind her.

“Would you like to see your room first, so you can put your things down, and then I’ll give you a tour of the whole house?” 

I nodded. “Fine by me.” 

“All the bedrooms are upstairs,” she said, leading me up a slightly curving staircase. We came to a landing of sorts, with a bedroom off to the left, a bathroom straight ahead, and a short hall leading to the right. I took the first bedroom I saw, the one to the left of the staircase. It was nice, not appointed too feminine. 

I put my bag down and turned to her. She was a lot closer than I expected, and I brushed her breasts with my elbow as I turned.

“Whoops, sorry,” I apologized, though I couldn’t help the start of a small chuckle.

But she turned as if I’d never spoken.

“Let me show you the rest of the house now.” 

She grabbed my hand and half dragged me across the landing. Down the hall was the master bedroom, and off to the side were two other bedrooms. Soon she was showing me the master bath, and the large tub she seemed very pleased with, when suddenly she asked, “Do you still see Corenne?” 

I was a bit surprised, really, but Corenne was a friend of hers after all.

“No,” I replied, shrugging. “She has her life now, and I have mine.” 

“Do you know if she’s doing okay?” 

“Yeah,” I admitted. That, I did know. “She’s doing really well.” 

“I miss her, sometimes.” 

“Well, you don’t live so close together anymore, but—“ 

“Do you miss her?” 

I raised an eyebrow at that. Emma had… I don’t know how else to express this, but in my experience, every girl has a certain look, a particular facial expression that somehow brings something to the surface that normally never gets there—you have to know her well to recognize it, and I was seeing it in Emma.

“Yes,” I replied. Simple. And truthful.

She watched me a second longer, shifting her gaze over my shoulder, her eyes losing focus. She was thinking of something, or remembering.

Seemingly unaware, she took a half step closer to me. She was still looking at something I couldn’t see.

“She really loved you.” 

I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed quiet. 

“I could see that in the way she looked at you,” she continued, still not looking at me, and taking another half step. “The way she laughed when she made you smile.” 

By now she was very close to me, so close she put her hand on my chest and it almost bridged the distance between us. 

“What happened?” she asked, finally looking up at me. “Where did that go?” 

“I don’t know, Emmie, sometimes people just… grow apart.” 

It was strange, but as I spoke it was as if her face grew more troubled.

“What is this about, anyway?” I asked, putting a hand on her elbow.

She took a breath, her eyes searching my face for something. A very long moment passed. 

Then the front door unexpectedly slammed downstairs, and we both nearly jumped out of our skin. She suddenly pushed away from me.

“I’m sorry,” she said, needlessly smoothing her pants. She flashed a smile, genuine, but not as self assured as usual. “I didn’t mean to pry. I’ll bet you’re dying to see Steve?” 

As if on cue, my old friend s voice called from downstairs. 

“Emm? You upstairs? Did you pick up Jack at the airport? Hey, you guys better be decent!” he laughed after that last remark.

“We just beat you here, sweetheart,” Emma called down the stairs as we came down. Steve wasn’t at the bottom, but at the closet by the front door, hanging his coat. 

“Jack!” he said, grinning widely. “How the Hell are you?”

He walked over and grabbed my hand in a firm shake. I couldn’t help grinning back.

“I’m great, man,” I said, glad to see him. “It’s been a while. We need to catch up.” 

“Well, why don’t we do that right now? I have just the thing,” he turned back into the closet and grabbed a cigar box from the shelf. “Honey, we’re going out on to the deck. Join us?” 

“Maybe in a little bit,” Emma replied, smiling at us both. “But I’ll want to be sure dinner is ready when Melinda gets here.” 

“Ahh, Melinda,” Steve said, pulling two cigars from the box and looking at me pointedly while he handed me one. “She’s sizzling.” 

Emma turned away and headed off to what I later learned was the living room, as if she hadn’t heard. She was good at that.

“Is she now?” I asked Steve.

“Oh yes,” he nodded, directing me to the kitchen. “You don’t remember her?” 

“Sure I do,” I replied as he opened the screen door that led to the deck that overlooked their property. “It’s just been a while.” 

“Right,” he nodded, walking out. I followed him and got a look at the view.

It was magnificent. Mountains off to the East, rolling prairies and bits of forest from here to there. The sun was getting low, and the sky was painted orange.

“My God, Steve,” I said, surely sounding awed. “No wonder you bought this place.” 

“I know,” he replied, smiling.

It didn’t take long to light up and get relaxed. 

Emma was nice enough to check on us, notice that we had forgotten something to drink and brought out a couple of ice cold bottles of hefeweizen. While she was out with us, Steve asked her to check on the hot tub to see if it was ready to use later. That brought a grin to my face, and Steve laughed when he noticed. 

He tugged on his beer, and then with a sly smile added, “You don’t think I’d miss a chance to get Melinda and my wife in a hot tub together do you?”

I shook my head, grabbing my own bottle. 

The tub was off to my right and down a few wooden steps. It had it’s own little landing and everything. I watched Emma check it. 

“So what exactly is it you do, now, Steve?” I asked, changing topics.

After about twenty minutes I had him pinned down to political consultant, though, I wouldn’t have put money on it. Apparently we were both finding success in the consulting business.

A little while later, as the sun set, we just sat there quietly. Emma hadn’t been seen since she checked the tub.

“How long’s it been, now, Jack?” Steve asked me, as we both stared off into the dark orange clouds in the mountainous skyline.

“Since we’ve done this?” I asked, though I knew that’s what he’d meant. “It’s been a long time. Almost a year, I guess. It was only a month or so after you two got engaged.” 

“Yeah, that sounds right.”

“Now that I think about it, you two have been engaged for quite a while.” 

Steve just nodded. 

“We both wanted a long engagement,” he said, settling into his chair a little deeper. “To find out if we were really compatible.” 

“You must be. You bought a house together,” I said, tilting my beer towards him a little. 

“Yeah,” Steve answered, almost absently. 

I sat there, quietly for a moment. I was doing a lot of that. 

Breaking the silence, Emma slid open the glass door and walked out. Melinda was with her, and I immediately stood up. Mel was wearing some faded blue jeans, immaculate top-siders, and a hot little yellow, cotton, form-fitting, sleeveless shirt. Her hair hung to just below her shoulders, and it was straight and dark with just a tiny curl up at the ends. Steve was right, Melinda looked great. Really great.

“Jack!” Flashing a brilliant smile, Melinda took the few quick steps around the little table Steve and I were sitting at and slipped her arms around me. “How have you been, Stranger?”

She only hugged me for a moment, and then she pushed herself away, giving me a haughty look that at first I took for real. Damn if I forgot how her eyes could flash!

“I’m good—“ I started.

“Are you?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips. “I wouldn’t know. You know why?”

“Um—“

“Because you don’t write. You don’t call… you don’t anything! You’re a regular hermit.”

I laughed at that. 

“I’m sorry, Mel, I’ve been very busy.”

“Have you now?” she replied, coming back to me. She waited a long moment as she seemed to be weighing me or what I said. Then, finally, “Well, why don’t we go inside and you can tell me all about it, then?”

“Good idea,” Steve agreed. “I’m starved.”

We went inside, Steve and I leaving our cigars out in the ash tray of course, and settled down for dinner. The sun was below the horizon when we started, but the sky was dark long before we finished. We all had a lot of catching up to do. I was still trying to learn what Steve did for a living, if nothing else.

Emma had arranged a wonderful spread, and Steve uncorked an excellent bottle of Merlot.

I soon learned that Melinda had become an athletic trainer at a nearby university, and that, surprisingly, she was considering an offer of employment that would bring her out near me. That could prove interesting. Melinda had an off-again, on-again romance with a guy, I can never remember his name, but it was clear they were currently off.

I watched Steve and Emma a little as we all took turns directing the conversation. At the moment they seemed very happy, and they often exchanged glances, occasionally reaching out and touching one another’s hands. Earlier, they had both seemed a bit odd, but that was gone now.

Soon we were carrying plates and dishes into the kitchen. The sink was enormous, with an extra large wash basin and in no time we had the dishwasher filled to the brim. Once done with that chore, Steve left to get another bottle of wine, so Melinda, Emma and I sat around the little kitchen table that sat off to the side in a nook.

As Mel and Emma continued a conversation they’d started during dinner, I found myself getting up and walking over to the big bay kitchen window. I was trying to get a look out it, but it was so completely dark outside, and the lights inside were so bright it was barely easier than looking through a mirror. As I leaned over the sink, the lights in the kitchen went out, and a moment later I realized Mel and Emma weren’t talking. 

I could finally see, it was truly a beautiful view, and it didn’t take long to notice that I was sharing the view with my two friends. Both of them had quietly walked up to either side of me, Emma on my right and Mel on my left, and we all stood over the sink looking out at the dark landscape. 


Visiting Emma Ch. 02



“Are you serious?” I asked, more than a little surprised. 

She stood there, looking at me from across the room. I knew she wanted to get into the bathroom to wash up, but I couldn’t believe she was really going to go back to the other room. After all, hadn’t she told me herself that it had been too cold to sleep alone? 

“You look very tired, Jack,” she said, her hand on the doorknob. “If I come back, you might not get any sleep.”

“I know you need to use the bathroom,” I said, turning a corner of the covers as if to get up. “But if you’re not back in a couple of minutes I’m going to come looking for you.”

She smiled at me then, and left. It was when she smiled that I realized letting her go would have been a mistake. 

Several minutes later, just as I was beginning to doubt myself and whether Melinda was coming back, I heard the door slide open. She had a new pair of panties on, but her t-shirt was the same and it had a couple of water spots on it.

“Do you have a shirt I can borrow, Jack?” she asked me, from just inside the door. 

“Of course,” I said, starting to get up.

“I’ll get it,” she said. “Just point me—you stay in bed and keep the sheets warm for me.”

I told her where my bag was, and she padded over to it, saying something under her breath about how cold she was.

“Take some socks too, if you want,” I suggested.

“No, I can’t sleep in socks,” she shook her head as she rummaged through my bag for a shirt. She found one, older and dark, it was the softest t-shirt I owned and it was big on her. I smiled to myself when she turned her back to me to change. As soon as she was done she crawled right onto the bed and slipped under the covers with me. 

She nuzzled up against me, half smiling and half frowning. 

“Oh, this feels so good and warm,” she sighed. “But my feet are so cold….”

What she had done for me this evening was incomparable, but I thought I could at least try to do her this small favor.

“Turn over, sweetheart,” I said in her ear. I don’t know if the surprise on her face came from the endearment or simply being asked to turn over, but she only hesitated a second and then put her back to me. She was so much smaller than me that, even though we were now spooned, it was easy to scoot myself down just a bit, reach under the covers and put one of her feet between my thighs without bending her knee too far.

Her response made enduring the cold worth it as she gave an audible sigh that reminded me of how I felt climbing into the hot tub. She reached back to run her hand through my hair. It felt good, intimate, personal. I felt closer to her now than I had earlier.

It was a few minutes before either of us said anything. 

“Corenne’s not seeing anyone,” she said, whispering.

“Oh yeah?” I replied. “I’m sure that’s by choice.”

“I don’t know,” Mel replied, taking her hand from the back of my neck. “Maybe. She seemed a little unhappy the last time I saw her.”

“Mel,” I said, “I know she’s a friend of ours, and I do want her to be happy, but could we talk about something else? Let’s talk about you, or me, or something. Anything, just not Corenne.”

I could have sworn I glimpsed a smile on her lips before she twisted to look at me.

“Did you like my swimsuit tonight?” she asked.

I gave her a wide grin.

“Oh yes,” I said. “That was very nice.”

“I was thinking of you when I picked it out.”

“Were you really?” I asked, surprised.

“Well, sort of,” she seemed to be admitting. “I was thinking mostly of you, but I also knew I would look good in it, so I was also thinking of me a little.”

I chuckled, wrapping my arm around her waist. 

“How’s your foot feel?” 

“Wonderful.”

Unhooking my arm from around her waist, I lifted myself over her and asked her to turn onto her other side. Soon, we were facing the other way. A moment later I was warming her other foot.

Melinda practically purred.

“I think this may actually be in the book of ‘Reasons to Keep a Man’,” she said, wriggling back against me to get as close as she possibly could.

I moved her hair off of her neck and planted a small kiss. 

“Mmmm,” she closed her eyes. “If I go to sleep on you it’s because this feels so good.”

“Do you think you’d dream about us?”

“I sure hope so,” she said, giving a tired little laugh. She was fading fast, would probably be asleep before long. 

I leaned into her, my lips not far from her ear.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered. I could see her falling asleep. “I don’t think I want to miss you anymore.”

It hadn’t taken me long to fall asleep. Laying like we were, I soon let her take her foot back, but she never moved away. I awoke, laying on my back, with this beautiful girl next to me. At first I didn’t realize what woke me, but after a moment I recognized the smell of coffee. I moved carefully, pulling myself away and sliding out of bed. 

I settled the covers back around her, and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. She smiled slightly, still asleep, and stretched a tiny bit as she rolled onto her side. I don’t know about other fellas, but for me there are very few things as life-affirming as that. I took a moment to just look at her.

Yesterday we were good friends. This morning we were… what? I didn’t know, but I smiled thinking of the possibilities. I don’t know how much sleep I’d really gotten, but I felt great.

Grabbing the bathrobe I’d left on the hook by the door, and putting on a pair of socks, I headed downstairs. 

I found Emma in the kitchen, sitting with a cup of coffee, staring at the bay window. Sunlight poured in, lighting the room.

“Good morning,” I greeted her, walking across the kitchen floor. Coffee mugs were set out next to the pot, so I grabbed and filled one.

“How did you sleep last night?” she asked me. 

I smiled to myself, my back to her. When I turned, well, the smile would’ve been gone, but I just couldn’t get rid of it.

“Fantastic,” I said. “I haven’t slept this good in a while.”

“I’m glad I invited Melinda.”

“Yes,” I nodded. “That was an exceptional idea.”

“Did she sleep well, too?”

Okay, had I not thought the idea completely crazy, I would’ve thought Emma was slightly jealous. Just from the tone of her voice, and the way she phrased her last question.

“I guess you’d have to ask her,” I said, suddenly somewhat guarded. The Spidey Sense had tingled, so I would play it safe—if I found out later that it was all for naught, well, great, but until then…. Luckily, and as if on cue, Melinda answered from the other kitchen entryway.

“Yes, I did,” she said, still wearing my shirt and now my sweatpants too. She crossed the cold tile floor and reached around me to get a mug. She got close, and I heard her take in a breath. “I missed your smell,” she whispered.

“Are you two hungry?” Emma asked, setting her mug down. “Do you eat breakfast?”

“Not me,” I said. “You?” I looked at Melinda.

“Not really,” Mel shook her head. “Do you have any fruit? Maybe toast?”

At that moment, Steve came into the kitchen. He was completely dressed, and he looked distracted. 

“Sorry, Honey,” he said, bending down and kissing the cheek Emma offered him. He turned to Melinda and I. “Something’s come up, I have to go to the office… I’ll be back later, though.”

“We should be okay,” Melinda teased him. “We need to find Jack something to wear tonight anyway.”

“Oh that’s right,” Steve said, lost in thought a moment. “I may have to go straight to the airport from the office if I’m going to pick Joe and Kathy up in time… if I can’t make it, can I call you and ask you to pick them up for me?” He was looking at Emma for the last part. 

“Sure,” she said, standing up and tightening the belt on her robe. “We can get them if you get too caught up.”

“Thanks, Honey,” he said, grabbing a cup and pouring some coffee before he left.

After he was gone, Emma turned to Melinda and asked, “What sort of fruit would you like?”

After a very light breakfast, with Melinda and Emma sharing a grapefruit, everyone got dressed. We took showers, though still disappointedly separate, I thought, and soon I was downstairs sitting in the living room. I had turned on the TV, catching a little sports re-cap coverage on ESPN when Mel walked in. She was wearing khakis, a clean pair of K-Swiss, and an orange, sleeveless top. She looked great.

I was sitting on the couch, and she walked up behind me, lacing her arms over my chest. She had a thin, metal bracelet jangling on her wrist.

“I am so going to reward you for making my feet warm,” she said, low and in my ear.

I suddenly forgot to mention that warming her feet had been my attempt to pay her back. 

“Oh?” I asked.

“Mmm hmm,” she put her lips to my ear. 

“I swear to God, Mel, if you kiss my ear, all that time you spent getting dressed this morning will go to waste.”

She pulled away, laughing. 

“I wouldn’t have guessed that was your ‘magic button’,” she said, running her hands across my shoulders. 

“I have several,” I said. “We can go over them in detail later.”

“Deal,” she replied, leaning back in and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. 

Right then, Emma came in wearing blue jeans, a pair that flared a little at the boot, and her hair down, with a collared blouse that screamed GAP. 

“Ready to do some shopping?” she asked.

Melinda pulled away from me, but said, “We need to get you something to wear tonight, Jack. What do you say to letting us help you pick something out?”

I agreed to it, straight away, flicking off the TV. The two girls had acted funny for a moment that morning, when Mel had gotten her coffee, but from then on things had seemed to return to normal. Which I was very glad for.

Both women looked gorgeous, and they were both mine all day. Could I say enough how great an idea the weekend had been?

We spent the morning getting some clothes for that evening. I got to watch both Emma and Melinda try on different outfits, and that was time well spent. Eventually Melinda settled on a dark sheath dress, and Emma picked out a cream colored slip dress. I remember hoping that Kathy had brought something nice to wear for dinner, because the two women I was with were going to be absolutely radiant. 

It really didn’t take long for me to find something for myself. Melinda suggested DKNY, and I found something they both loved at Neiman Marcus. They spent a little while longer picking out shoes, and then we were out of there. 

We stopped at a dry cleaner to drop off our newly purchased clothes, and then took a quick trip to the grocery store to pick up some things Emma said she’d need for breakfast on Sunday. 

In the checkout line, Emma got a call from Steve saying that he would be able to pick up Joe and Kathy at the airport, but that he would have to leave straight from the office. It was no big deal, really, but it was a bit of a disappointment that I didn’t get to see much of my friend. 

When I mentioned it to Melinda she gave me a face full of mock hurt.

“We’re not entertaining enough for you, Jack?” she asked, pouting her lips.

I laughed, “No, that’s not it at all—“

“You’re just bored, aren’t you?” she asked. Emma was busy paying the cashier.

“Well, I didn’t want to say anything and hurt anyone’s feelings….” I said, thinking two could play her game. The look I got was worth it. Total indignation.

“You rotten—“ she slapped my arm. Then she looked past me to Emma. “He said he’s bored!”

“Maybe we should give him something to do?”

Melinda nodded vehemently. “Yes, I think that’s an excellent idea.”

“I have a broken step on the back porch that needs fixing.”

“I’m an engineering consultant, not a carpenter.”

“The drain in the shower is slow,” Melinda offered.

“I’ll do that,” I immediately offered. “Where’s that liquid plumber snake stuff? It’s gotta be around here somewhere….”

“Too easy,” Emma decided. “I need the oil changed in the truck.”

“What?” I asked. “I thought you said you just got the truck.”

“We took a trip to the coast. Lots of miles.”

Both Melinda and Emma were smiling at each other now. I realized that there was a point where I could have admitted I had been joking about the being bored, and probably changed the subject. But we were way beyond it now, and for all intents and purposes, it looked like I was changing some oil.

“Do you have what you need?” I asked.

“I… have what you need,” she said, again smiling at me.

“I think you’ll need to take this shirt off and change her oil wearing your ‘wife beater’,” Melinda suggested. Emma immediately agreed.

“My what?” I asked, confused for a moment.

“Your undershirt, darling,” Melinda clarified. “Maybe you’ll get a little dirty. Very sexy.”

Now, I suppose it’s possible that if I can find one girl in her pajamas hitting another girl in her pajamas with a pillow to be sexy, that’s no more strange than both of them finding me wearing jeans, a tank top, and a couple of motor oil stains sexy. So there we were. I was about to change some oil, and apparently while on parade.

So, it wasn’t much later that we got back to the house. Emma keyed open the garage from her seat, and rolled the truck in. Apparently, Steve had planned on changing the oil this weekend, so everything I needed was going to be handy.

I took my shirt off and left it in the truck—the only guaranteed clean place in the garage—and got to work collecting the necessary tools.

That was when Melinda said she had to go for a little while. 

“It’s only going to be a couple of hours. I have to meet this guy… he’s setting up my situation in Denver, and if I don’t get some papers signed, it could be a problem. I’ll be back in plenty of time for dinner—I can even pick up the dry cleaning, it’s on the way.”

I nodded, it sounded good to me, and Emma seemed a bit distracted a moment, but then nodded too.

“I hate to miss this,” she said, indicating my situation, “But, such is life. I’ll be back soon.” 

She hopped up on her toes and gave me a quick kiss before leaving the garage and getting in her car.

Well, it may have been partly Melinda’s idea, but Emma wasn’t letting me out of it just because Melinda was gone. So I climbed down onto the creeper, slid under the truck and got to work removing the oil pan plug. 

I probably could have gotten the job done with very little mess, but the girls wanted some motor oil smears and I gave it to them. Well, Emma. A wipe here, a smudge there. I was playing it up. By the time I was done, which was a little later than I had expected, Emma made it very clear she liked what she saw by simply taking in a breath and smiling as she let it out.

Unfortunately, I also had some smudges on my clothes, and I needed to change. 

“Why don’t you clean up when you change?” Emma asked as she reached into her truck to grab my shirt.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I could do that.”

“I’m going to try to fix that drain in the shower you and Melinda are using, so why don’t you use mine?”

“Your shower?” I asked. “Are you sure?”

“Uh huh,” she told me. “It’s nice. Good water stream.”

“Really?” I asked, giving her a half smile. “Okay, you sold me. Just don’t let Steve walk in on me, okay?” I laughed.

She smiled and told me not to worry, that he wouldn’t be home anytime soon.

I went upstairs, grabbed some replacement clothes from my bag, and headed to her bedroom. I guess she figured I’d find my way around, and I did. The shower wasn’t exactly what I expected, though it should have been, I suppose. It was a master bathroom, and the shower had two sides that were nothing but clear glass. I turned on the hot water, and got the shower going. I watched as the steam began to collect and the glass started to fog. I grabbed the towel off the rack by the door, slid the door shut, and threw the towel over the side of the shower.

A moment later I was under the hot water, and boy did it feel good. I didn’t realize just how dirty I’d gotten. Grabbing the soap, I started to clean up when I heard a knock on the door.

I turned to look, but I couldn’t see much through the glass, though I saw over the shower door that the bathroom door was open. 

“Yeah?” I asked, a little alarmed. 

“Sorry, Jack,” I heard Emma say from the doorway. “I was throwing out the used oil filter and I lost my grip—I got it all over me.”

“Is it hot? Have you washed it off yet?” I asked, a little concerned, and a little surprised to be hearing her voice while I stood naked in the shower.

I watched her silhouette get closer to the shower door

“It’s not too hot, but I came up to wash it off.”

The door opened, and I caught a glimpse of bare arm, and bare leg, and my eyes must’ve been the size of saucers.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.”

“I’m getting in to wash off,” she told me, almost matter-of-factly. 

She was gorgeous, God she was gorgeous. She stepped in and I felt my stomach tumble. I had known Emma for so long, had flirted with her for so long, had played with her for so long, that now it was almost as if three years of teasing had just suddenly come to an end. 

“It’s just me, Jack,” she said, quietly as she closed the door behind her. She turned back to me. “We’ve been friends a long time, and we’ve done a lot of things together.”

She put her hands under the shower, and started washing the water up her arms. 

“We’ve played around before, and we’ve always played by the rules, we can do that again.”

“Rules?” I wasn’t completely under the water anymore, and I probably would’ve been getting cold if I wasn’t so surprised.

“Sure,” she said. “We’re just going to take a shower together, just going to clean up, that’s all.”

“I don’t know if we should do this.”

She glanced down at my waist, and said, “Part of you seems more than willing to let me stay.”

“Don’t let him speak for me, he’s had a long day and he’s not thinking properly. What if Steve comes back?” 

“He won’t.”

“Melinda?”

“Same.”

“I don’t know….” I admitted.

“C’mon,” she said, stepping further into the water, letting it rivulet down her chest. Her beautiful, sexy chest. “I’ll help you wash up, and you help me.”

“You want me to soap you up?” I asked, incredulously.

“Yes,” she said, turning a shoulder under the water, and bringing her chin up to me. 

Looking at her body, peach skin and such alluring curves, I was starting to think it might be okay to do what she wanted. But I still hesitated.

“Jack, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, please, c’mon, play along….” She cooed quietly and took the soap off its little shelf, getting close to me and beginning to rub it against my chest. At that point, she had me. I was so close to her, smelling her and feeling her, and with her words too, I had no chance. 

“Okay,” I said, quietly.

“Yay,” she said playfully. “It’s settled then. We both want me in here with you, and we’re just going to wash up… I’m going to touch you a little, and if you’re comfortable, maybe you’ll touch me a little, but that’s it, we’re just cleaning up.”

Maybe I had a sudden look of disappointment on my face, or maybe she had planned to say it from the start, but then she leaned in close to me, brushing my completely erect cock with her stomach, and in a low voice said, "And if we can be good the whole time, maybe I’ll help you do something about the pressure you must be building up down there.” 

I didn’t know what to say, so I just watched her as she took a step back from me and rubbed the soap on her stomach. Her step back took her directly under the shower, and she began to rub soapy circles around her breasts. She was right, I was certainly building pressure all right. 

She then reached out and pulled me closer to her, the shower spray off her shoulders hitting me in the chin. 

“Let me wash your back,” she said, and reached around me with both arms. She swept the soap up and down my back, lightly touching my chest with her soapy nipples. My cock strained to touch her, but only got the lightest of brushes. It was nearly torture. 




Visiting Emma Ch. 02



She moved aside and let me rinse off, then handing me the soap.

“Are you okay to help me?” she asked. As if there was a chance in Hell I was going to say no.

I lathered up the soap and began to slide my hands over her. I started with her shoulders and as she turned away from me I washed the soap down her back. Wrapping my hands around from behind her, I covered her stomach and slid up between her breasts. Then I moved back down and bent at the knee as I washed her pert little butt. I slid down her legs to her feet and she lifted each one as I ran my soapy hands over them.

As I brought my hands up her legs, I ran along the inside of them, but as I got to her thighs she stopped me before I touched too much, “No no,” she said, quietly taking the soap from me. “I’ll do that.”

Slipping the soap back between her thighs, she began to gently wash herself, and watching me as she did it. I couldn’t take my eyes from her, from her hands as they caressed her sensitive skins, to the look on her face as she seemed so quietly pleased. 

“Jack,” she said softly. “I knew you wouldn’t touch me if I asked you not to.”

“Did you?”

“Mm hmm,” she said, shifting so that the water hit her just above her pubic hair and ran down between her thighs. “That’s part of why I thought this would work.”

“Part of why?” I asked, standing up. “Is there another reason?”

“Yes, but it’s embarrassing, I’ll tell you later.”

I would’ve pressed further, but she turned her back to me and put her head under the shower spray, asking if I would wash her hair.

“Sure,” I said, reaching for the shampoo. I squeeze some out into the palm of my hand. 

“Are you ready?” she asked me, running her hands through her hair and getting it completely soaked.

“Yes.”

She leaned back upright, and I ran my hands over her head, spreading shampoo. Within moments I had gotten her completely soaped up. She was leaning her head back to me, her hair hanging loosely and her hand on the door rail, when I told her I was done. She stood up straight then, and her hair fell to the middle of her back, sticking to her skin.

“Can you help me rinse?”

“Mm hmm,” I responded, letting out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

She gathered her hair in one hand at the nape of her neck, and leaned forward, one hand against the wall behind the shower spray. It was at that moment that I really got a chance to look at her, a snapshot for my memory.

Her body was lean, her skin a bit darker than I would’ve thought before then, but maybe it was the shower lighting, I don’t know, and she had some of the most beautiful body parts. She had gorgeous calves and ankles, which she was now keeping pressed together, and I loved her butt. Her back was beautiful, with smooth, unmarked skin and she had such feminine hands, with thin fingers and well-kept nails. Sure, I had noticed many of those things before, but seeing them like this was… she couldn’t have had any idea just how much “pressure” I was building. 

“Jack,” she said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I leaned forward to help her rinse. My erection was getting nearly painful. I couldn’t really help her rinse, but the act of trying brought me so close that I brushed the front of my rigid cock against the slightly widened space between her cheeks. I froze.

I wasn’t sure what her reaction would be, if she’d ignore it or consider it “out of bounds”, but I figured she’d realize it was an accident.

Then she took me completely by surprise. She shifted, putting a little arch in her back and swaying her hips slightly, as if she were searching for me.

I pretended to still be trying to make myself useful with her hair, and I brushed against her again, only this time I pushed my cock directly into that widened space. The angle I met her at, with her back now arched, combined with the slipperiness of the soap running down from her back was… I almost don’t have words. The slippery heat of her spread skin was Heaven. I made a noise, low in my throat, as I pressed against her. 

She pushed back against me, stronger, and then put both hands against the wall. It felt so good I couldn’t think of much else… the smell of her shampoo, the intoxicating illicitness of the whole thing… it was becoming overwhelming. I slid myself up and down the middle of her ass, and even with her pressed against me, I put my hands on her hips to help. It felt so good. When she gathered her hair again and pulled it off her back to let it hang under the water, the view I had of her combined with the feeling, was too much…. 

Every muscle in my body stretched, and suddenly I felt a warmth come up from my toes as I released, emptying myself in strong, thick pulses up and across her soapy back. 

I don’t know how long I stood there as she slid her ass against me, milking me, but suddenly I felt like I was going to fall. I nearly slipped, grabbing the door rail and trying to settle myself. My head was swimming, and I felt like I couldn’t get enough air.

She turned around to me, making a sound of surprise when she saw me. There was a corner seat in the shower, and in no time she had me sitting on it. I told her I was okay, but she said I needed air—that sounded very likely.

She immediately turned off the water, slid open the shower door and then knelt next to me. The rush of cold air was just what I needed, and as I took a breath I turned to her and smiled what felt like a completely self-indulgent smile.

“Well,” she said, amazingly conversational considering she was naked and kneeling in front of me. “Don’t you look like the cat that ate the canary?”

I didn’t reply, I just breathed. And smiled.

“I never did tell you the other reason I was comfortable in the shower with you….”

Suddenly my mind focused. The cool air was doing the trick, and my swollen cock was finally starting to relax.

“No, you didn’t.”

She put her hand on my dick, when it’s limp I just think of it as a dick, and moved closer to me. Her breasts, beautiful with brown sugar nipples, swayed a little as she shifted.

“I was comfortable partly because,” she said, rubbing her hand over my now-stirring cock. I was a little sensitive, but her touch was very light, just enough for me to feel it. “I was comfortable partly because if you could behave yourself and do as I asked, I could get away with being in there with you,” she said, moving even closer. “But I was completely comfortable because,” and she lightly kissed my lips, “you not being able to control yourself and taking me right here was what I really wanted anyway.”

Whatever had been keeping me from this before was gone, because I didn’t give it a second thought. I pulled her to me, up off her knees and into my lap facing me. With her legs hanging, I put my hands under her butt and picked her up—as I did, she wrapped herself around me, her arms and legs drawing us tightly together. My legs were sturdy, thank God, or that would’ve made for an embarrassing emergency call, and I carried her from the bathroom. 

“MMmm, Jack,” she breathed, pressing herself against me, squirming in my arms. She bit my neck, nipping again and again, and she began to make little noises. 

Strange that I hadn’t noticed it before, but as I carried her across the floor to the bed, I noticed that she hadn’t done much to rinse herself off. Her hair was mostly soap free, but her back was still much like I left it, and the fact that she didn’t seem to care turned me on much more than I ever could’ve guessed it would.

I took the last few steps to the bed and tried to set her down, but she wouldn’t let go, and I rolled heavily on her as we both landed. I heard her give a little gasp and I immediately asked if she was okay. I tried to pull away to check her, but I had no chance—her legs held me in place. I felt her push herself against me, felt her hot oval flush against my abdomen, her lips sliding against me, looking for my cock.

“Please,” she whispered, and then even more urgently, “I need you inside me.”

I pushed myself away just a bit, so that I could look down and put my hand on my cock. Then, I pushed myself against her hole… wet, hot, swollen and waiting, she opened to me, and I filled her.

“Ohh, yes,” her voice just above a whisper. “Put it in… all of it….”

I pushed again, this time going in to the hilt. For the strangest moment it was as if she were drained of all her energy, as she quietly lay beneath me. She finally let out a satisfied sigh, and began to slowly move on my cock. 

I kissed her neck, trying not to bite, and I lowered my mouth to her nipples. As soon as I drew my tongue across one of them, she bucked, then gripping me even tighter with her legs. I began to move with her, pulling out and then slowly pushing my way back in. She felt incredible, on the outside and the in.

“I need this,” she said in my ear. “God, I so need this.”

My legs began to shake as I sped up my rhythm. 

She dug her heels hard into me, straining to hold me in close, and just above a whisper, “Tell me you’re fucking me.”

“I’m fucking you,” I said, my voice was low, that harsh gravel sound you get when you’ve been up drinking all night.

“Use my name.” Her breath was hot on my chest.

“I’m fucking you, Emma,” I said, my voice catching as she tightened her grip on me. She raised her head forward, and bit my shoulder. Not painful, an incredible turn on. “I’m going to keep fucking you until you tell me to stop.”

She made a little sound and stretched her arms out on the bed, making fists in the sheets. “Are you going to make me come?”

“I’m going to make you come all over my cock.”

She brought her hands up to my head and leaned up to kiss me. Her breath was becoming shallow, and her hips were moving with me, drawing me deeply into her with each thrust. “Am I going to make you come?” she asked, her voice shaky.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice getting harsh. “You’re going to make me come all over your insides.”

“Oh, fuck,” was all she got out, and it was between her breaths, getting faster and more shallow.

I was so close, doing everything I could to wait for the right moment. 

“I’m going to fill you so full of me, you’re going to feel me inside you all day.”

“Uhh! Oh God, I’m gonna,” she clenched my hair in her hands, her arms and legs so tightly around me she pulled herself up to me. I could feel the beginning tremors inside her, the little waves of her orgasm starting. “Jack! Come in—come—side me….”

I felt her take a breath and hold it. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was slightly open, her bottom lip shaking just a tiny bit. 

She held still a moment, and I pushed myself into her, as deep as I could, deeper than I had yet, and I felt her orgasm wash her.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she exhaled, letting her arms go limp and falling back to the bed. When she fell back, I followed her down, burying my head into her pillow and then I came, washing her insides. It seemed like I came forever, shooting again and again as I felt her hold me to her with her legs.

“God, Jack,” she said, just above a whisper, then audibly swallowing. “God.” 

I still had my head in the pillow. Suddenly I worried I was crushing her under my weight. I started to move a little, but she held me fast. 

“Don’t,” she said. “You’re not hurting me.”

And then I let myself relax completely.



Visiting Emma Ch. 03



"I swear, Jack," Emma sleepily murmured in my ear, satisfaction dripping from her every word. "I could die under the weight of man who's just exhausted himself."

We stayed locked together, me resting inside her, she with her legs tightly around me. In one way it seemed like forever, and in another it didn't seem nearly long enough. When she unlocked her ankles and let her legs slip off me, I immediately missed the feeling of her clinging to me.

I picked my heavy head up off the pillow, ignored the slight feeling of dizziness, and brought my mouth to hers, kissing her. I felt her body shift beneath me, felt her begin to tighten around me again as she ran her hands through my hair. I couldn't get enough of her. Her smell, her taste, her softness. I wanted to start again, to see how hot I could make her so soon after, but I thought better of it. Softly, I pulled my lips from hers, and slowly I slipped myself out. 

She exhaled, and slid her heels down my calves; her smooth arches pushed at the tightness in my legs.

"So soon?" she asked, her eyes closed as if she were trying to will the moment to last longer. 

"We should get back under the shower," I said, my throat dry and creaky.

"Okay," she replied, quietly.

I started to move, but she stopped me with her arms.

"Wait," she said.

She was looking at me, searching my face again like she had the day before. Her eyes were wet, not tearing but on the verge, and when she caught me with them I didn't dare move.

"I'm not going anywhere," I tried to assure her, softly. "I'm right here."

"Do you—" her voice faltered and she cut herself off.

I waited, not wanting to ask the wrong question.

She hesitated and looked away, swallowed hard and brought her eyes back to mine. I didn't know why she was upset, but I tried to soothe her as best I could. Already back up on my elbows, I put one hand to her ear and brushed away the stray hair from her cheek.

"You don't regret what we just did, do you?" she finally asked, her voice low, almost a whisper.

"No," I shook my head. "Though it might make things between us a little more complicated."

She nodded, quietly agreeing.

"I'm sorry," she said, blinking and wiping her eyes. "Really good sex leaves me a bit emotional."

I laughed, completely surprised at the remark, and she hesitantly laughed a little with me. 

"I don't think you meant it the way I took it, darling," I teased. "But I'll take that as a compliment...."

She slid her hand down my ribs, first to my waist and then my hip. 

I very much wanted to keep her in bed, to keep touching her and let my hands take their time and really explore her. She was so gorgeous, and her voice, soft and full of emotion, made it even harder to resist taking her again. Thankfully, just before it was too late, she suggested we get up.

In the shower we both washed quietly. It wasn't that things had gotten tense or odd between us... it was, I think, that we both simply had a lot on our minds. She was the first to break the silence.

"Would you help me with my back?"

I turned to help, still stirred by the beautiful shape of her, and brought the soap to her shoulders. I rubbed in a good lather and handed her the bar. She took it from me, still quiet. 

I began to slide my soapy hands down her back.

"I think this is the twelfth shower I've taken this weekend," I chuckled. 

"At least," she replied.

"Not that I'm complaining, I'm just pointing it out."

"I didn't think you were complaining," she said, turning around. "It's actually quite hard to imagine you doing that."

"Maybe because I've had nothing to complain about?"

She leaned in and stepped up on her toes to give me a quick kiss that surprisingly lingered. "Exactly," she whispered as she reluctantly pulled her lips from mine.

"But, I do wonder," I began. "I mean, you're engaged to be married, right?"

She nodded, again searching me with her eyes.

"Does what just happened change that?"

She looked away then, down at the drain in the center of the shower, and was quiet a moment. Then, looking back up at me, she slowly began to shake her head.

"No?" I asked.

"No," she told me. 

"I didn't think it would," I said, not sure if that was true.

"Jack," she said, trying to keep eye contact. "You don't really want me to leave Steven do you?"

"No, not really," I admitted. "But are you sure you're not leaving him anyway?"

"Oh, I'm sure," she said.

"Really?" 

"You sound surprised."

"I guess I am, considering what just happened."

"About that," she said, lathering her hands up. She began to wash my chest, and I'll be damned if I didn't let her. "I have a confession to make."

"Do you?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded once. "We've been close for a long time, haven't we?"

"Sure," I said hesitantly.

"And we've always been a little more intimate than just regular friends..." she began to explain, seeming to figure it out as she went along. 

I nodded.

"So, I confess: I've wanted to share myself with you for a long time, Jack," she said, still rubbing soap around my chest and then around to my back. "Though," she added. "I know you've wanted me too, so don't try to deny it."

"It'd be a little late to argue that," I said. 

"If there had ever been a time when we were both single, I have no doubt we would have hooked up."

"Again," I said. "Not arguing."

"Right," she smiled. "But that time was never coming...." She had stopped washing me and was carefully trying to explain her thoughts. "And," she said after a moment. "I couldn't go my whole life without ever being a part of you, without letting you have this part of my soul." Her smile slipped away, and that moment she was clearly as vulnerable as I had ever seen her.

Quietly, I rinsed myself off, moving very deliberately, and never turning away from her. When I was done, when we were both done, I shut the water off. Even with the water off, we stayed warm with all of the trapped steam and with the bathroom door closed. 

I still hadn't said anything, but I knew that with Emma my actions would say more anyway. I pulled the two towels off the shower door and folded one in half, setting it down on the shower floor and sitting down on it with my back against the one tiled wall. Emma didn't take long to figure things out. She settled down in my lap, facing me, her knees resting on the towel under us. She drew in close, touching her lips to my neck and shoulder, pressing her cheek to mine. I opened the other towel and wrapped it around her back and over her shoulders, tucking the ends against the wall behind me.

My arms held her bare body to mine, tightly beneath the towel, her still-slick skin hot to the touch. It was, without a doubt, a piece of Heaven on earth.

Of course we didn't stay in the shower much longer, though we both wanted to. We knew Melinda would be back sooner than later, and so would Steve, and for all of our rationalization, we didn't think it would do anyone any good if we were found stepping out of the shower together.

It was odd, thinking of how Steve fit into what had happened. But then I thought, maybe he didn't fit in at all. At least, not between Emma and I. 

As I was taking the bedding downstairs and putting it in the washing machine I had a chance to ponder the whole thing on my own.

Steve's relationship with Emma seemed a bit on the rocks lately, though there were moments when the two of them appeared every bit as happy as anyone. Since I had arrived that Friday afternoon, Emma had said a couple of strange things, things that had led me to wonder how she and Steve were faring, but even still, I had never expected to wind up in bed with her. Maybe all of that strange behavior was merely leading up to the moment when she stepped into the shower with me.... It had all happened so fast....

Not that I was complaining. 

My friendship with Emma went back a number of years, and she and I had been close for a while, so her theory that if we could've hooked up we would've hooked up, well, it sounded pretty good. On top of which, I was already beginning to think of what had happened that afternoon as something from our past. It's hard to explain, I know, but I knew that if either of us mentioned our little tryst, it would be in the past tense, as two people would share an old memory.

When she finally joined me downstairs, I noticed that Emma had had the foresight to wear the same clothes she'd been wearing earlier. So much for the oil spill story. Her hair was still a little wet, but it was back up in a clip.

She swayed as she walked up to me, reaching out and pulling at a button on my shirt, giving me a lazy, satisfied smile. "You are going to make Melinda a very happy woman."

"You think?" I laughed.

"I think," she said, flashing a 200-watt smile.

And as if on cue, the doorbell rang to announce that Melinda had returned. I met her at the front door, but Emma turned back to the kitchen when the phone rang. 

From quiet to chaos in two seconds.

"Did I miss anything?" Melinda asked me as she set the dry cleaning down on the loveseat nearest the foyer.

I shook my head, pulling her to me. 

"Nothing at all," I told her, my tryst with Emma already filed away in my mind as something that may as well have happened a long time ago. 

"That's too bad," she replied, twisting a little in my arms. "I was hoping you'd get all dirty changing that oil."

"I did," I said, smiling at her. "I had to shower, I got so dirty."

"Did you?" Mel flashed her own smile at me and buried her nose in my neck. When she brought her head back, she had an odd look on her face.

"Did you..." she began.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head. 

At that moment, Emma stepped out from the kitchen. "Steve just called," she told us, all smiles. "He said he's gone straight to the airport, because Joe and Kathy took an earlier flight. They should be here in an hour."

"Well then," I said to Melinda. "Looks like we have some time to kill."

Melinda nodded, but for some reason she didn't look at me. 

An hour later Steve showed up with Joe and Kathy. I hadn't seen Joe and his wife in a long time, but they were much like I remembered them. Joe had moved from Los Angeles, where he and Steve had grown up, to a town in Texas called Beaumont, and it was there that he'd met Kathy. Kathy was everything beautiful about the Lone Star state; she carried herself with a learned poise, a studied grace, and she was gifted with both charm and wit. Kathy was the quintessential southern belle, and the phrase, 'a southern girl may talk slow, but she's thinking fast' was never truer than with her. Joe had hit the marital lottery, and he never grew tired of admitting it.

We decided to get Joe and Kathy settled in their bedroom, and then we'd take a few minutes to catch up before getting ready for dinner.

As I put one of Kathy's bags down in the closet of the upstairs bedroom they'd be staying in, Joe immediately took my hand and gave it a firm grip. He had a man's handshake, vital and firm, and I grinned at the enthusiasm he showed for seeing me. 

"It has been far too long," Joe said, with a slight Texan accent. It was a bit weird, I admit, because he otherwise sounded so much like Steve.

"Yes it has," I told him, still grinning. 

It had indeed been a long time since I had seen Joe, but he still looked very fit, very healthy. He was Steve's older brother, and though they didn't look much alike, at least to me, they were very clearly siblings. Just the way they acted, the way they thought so much alike. I'd always liked Joe though I never really got to see him all that much. 

Joe and I turned to Kathy just as she pulled away from Emma. Kathy turned to me.

"And hello to you, Jack," she said, leaning in and giving me her cheek to kiss, her Texan accent more pronounced than Joe's since she'd had it all her life. "I believe you just might be getting even more handsome with age."

"Caroline, your charm is matched only by your grace," I said, giving her my best imitation of a gentleman's bow. 

"Jonathon," she said, taking a breath and bringing her hand to her throat. Her eyes twinkled and that amused smile of hers was in full force. "You're getting better at this. Tell me more about my grace."

"Be wary now, Jack," Joe warned good-naturedly. "If she takes too much of a liking to your sweet talking, she'll insist we bring you home with us."

"By the way, which of these rascals told you my first name was Caroline?" she asked, using her eyes to include both Steve and Joe.

"I read it in your biography, Congresswoman," I smiled, to underline her title. Caroline 'Kathy' Brennan-Walker was a second term congresswoman in the Texas state legislature. As I said, poise, grace, charm and wit.

"I've seen that book," she nodded. "Full of lies and half-truths."

"And at least one fact," I replied.

"Just the one," she admitted, wryly.

"Where's Melinda?" Steve asked, suddenly.

"She wanted to take a quick nap," Emma answered. But then we heard the sound of the shower starting up down the hall. "That must be her getting ready for dinner. How does that sound to everyone?"

"Superb," Kathy said, excited. "I have read such flattering accounts of the food and service...." 

She went straight away to her suitcases and that gave the rest of us the impetus to get out and go to our own closets. 

As I passed the bathroom closest to my bedroom, I could hear the water sheeting off Melinda, I could hear it slapping the basin of the tub, and the imagined image of her under the shower came to mind. I wondered, briefly, if I had some sort of fetish for women and showers. 

Forty-five minutes later, Joe, Steve and I were in the kitchen, each of us dressed to the nines. No beer, like the evening before, instead we were eating a couple of mints and still catching up with one another while we waited for the girls to join us. Which, somewhat surprisingly, didn't take that long.

But even if they had taken hours, it would have been worth it.

Kathy was stunning in a strapless burgundy number that went to her ankles, with matching shoes and a tiny watch that was probably worth two months of my salary. Her hair was down around her shoulders, and any worries I'd had about her being underdressed were thrown out the window.

Emma followed Kathy down. She had on her new slip dress, with the shoes she'd picked out especially for it. Her hair was together in a loose braid that hung down the front of her left shoulder, and she had slipped a string of pearls around her neck. The cut of the dress left her shoulders bare, and the pearls and braid accentuated and brought attention to that fact. She was gorgeous.

Yet as good as Kathy and Emma both looked, Melinda, to me, looked even better. She had her auburn hair clipped up so that her neck and smile got all the attention, while the black sheath dress showed off her figure and the black heels added a couple of inches to her height. She was also wearing a thin anklet which was something I'd never really thought of as sexy until that very moment; suddenly, it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. When she smiled at me, I felt it all over.

The drive to the restaurant wasn't particularly long. We took two cars, Melinda and I in the Escalade (since I'd changed the oil, Steve joked) and everyone else in Steve's black 5 series BMW. 

At the restaurant, I handed the keys to a valet, and the Maitre De greeted us the moment we went inside. Our coats were taken, and soon we were all being seated.

It was a very private table, with slightly lowered lighting, and everything looked expensive, dark wood colors and deep veneers. It was a first class restaurant, no doubt about it.

As we were seated, I noticed that Emma almost immediately began to squirm in her chair. Before we were introduced to our waiter, Emma had already excused herself to the restroom. I wondered about her for a moment, but everyone kept the conversation going and soon enough Melinda had all of my attention anyway.

I could smell the perfume she was wearing, a blend of lavender and something else, maybe just soap, and it had a strange effect on me. It took me back to the night before, lying in bed with her, smelling her skin and her hair. I was in a public place, but I was in my own world, completely preoccupied with the girl on my left. 

She was looking at her menu. I was mostly looking at her. When she noticed, she leaned over and whispered.

"What are you thinking about?" Her voice was very low, her breath warm in my ear.

"You," I whispered back. "I have been completely enchanted since the moment you came downstairs. You look dazzlingly beautiful...."

She tucked her chin a bit and smiled a little smile. "All those lovely words," she said, low, but no longer whispering. "What are you going to say the next time I make myself pretty for you?"

Sometimes she could be bold, and sometimes she could be shy, and it was wonderful never knowing which I was going to get.

"I'll learn new ones," I answered. "In different languages. English doesn't have enough for you anyway."

It was then that we both seemed to realize that we weren't alone at the table, probably because it had gotten so quiet suddenly, and everyone was staring at us. 

"When did you all get here?" I asked, as a bit of a joke, and luckily it made everyone laugh. Then I was able to change the topic. For a moment, I wasn't sure I'd be able to, mostly because Kathy seemed to be quite interested, but Steve helped out and pretty soon our 'should've-been-private' conversation was all but forgotten.

Until Emma came back and asked if she'd missed anything.

"Just some wonderful flirting between our two newest love-birds, that's all," Kathy told her, that amused look of hers surfacing again.

"Oh," Emma said, looking almost uncomfortable. "Perhaps it was best I was gone."

Kathy laughed, but Steve didn't. And neither did I, though I smiled as if I had found her remark amusing.

I wasn't sure what was happening in Emma's head. For a moment, I studied her as she looked at everything but me, and I hoped that our conversation about her not leaving Steve had been honest. I started to wonder if maybe this afternoon had been a mistake; something she wouldn't be able to put behind her.

"Remember how we used to go out on Noah's boat?" Melinda suddenly asked, obviously changing the topic. She even put her menu back down.

"Of course," Emma answered, taking a sip of water. "Very nice boat."

"Yes, very," Melinda smiled, and I thought I saw satisfaction in her eyes. "Do you remember that Memorial Day weekend trip we took a couple of years ago?"

"I remember that," I said, with a conspiratorial smile. "I accidentally saw Laura naked." 

Joe and Steve had heard this story from me before, so it was old news to them, but apparently Joe had never told Kathy because she gasped in delighted surprise. Emma seemed to be amused though, and she was looking at me again.

"Yeah, 'accidentally'," Mel snorted, picking up her napkin and playfully hitting me with it. Seriously, she snorted. 

"No really, that was an accident," I insisted. "I had no idea she was changing in that cabin."

"Maybe you didn't know she was there, but it still wasn't an accident," Emma added, taking a sip of water.

"Are you suggesting that she...what are you suggesting?" I asked, not understanding this new direction the conversation was headed. "Are you saying she wanted me to catch her like that?"

"You really didn't know? Really?" Mel asked. 

"Of course not," I answered, to Kathy's further delight. 

"Oh yeah," Mel nodded, leaning a bit away from me. "Everybody saw through that—except you, apparently. She had a thing for you, but you were with Corenne. She wanted you to 'catch' her and jump in the sack with her."




Visiting Emma Ch. 03



"No kidding?" I asked, completely dumfounded. I'd never known any of this.

"No kidding," Mel replied. "Though, what's even worse is that she was still with Jeremy at the time."

"Was she?" Emma asked, quietly.

"Of course she was, you don't remember? It's not so terribly bad that she wanted to get some on the side, that's between her and Jeremy, but to try and get it from another woman's man, that's just... low."

"Well," I said, taking a sip of my own water and hoping that this conversation was really about that Memorial Day boat trip. "I wonder what she's doing now?"

"Laura?" Melinda asked.

I nodded.

"Last I heard she'd married Jeremy, though I heard she still wiles away her days pining for you," she said seriously, waiting a moment before laughing.

"You're mocking me, aren't you?" 

"Yes," she admitted, everyone seemingly amused by it.

At that moment, thank God, our waiter arrived and we were able to order. 

The rest of dinner was great, the food was spectacular and the drinks were top notch. We spent a little over an hour there, making small talk and enjoying the company. And thankfully, we didn't talk about boats or attempted man-stealing the rest of the evening.

Once we got home, we had to hurry inside. The weather had gotten bad quickly and the wind was the worst. Colorado's rain and snow can be awful, yes, but it's wind is just murder.

So, once we got inside, Steve went to turn on the thermostat, but Emma pulled him away and we all ended up out in the living room. The living room was great; it had a wood stove and some small couches, lots of floor space. It had the potential to be very cozy.

Joe and I were talking about a student of his (Joe was a history professor at a small college near Beaumont) who had written an extraordinary treatise on the cultural splintering in Yugoslavia that resulted in the Kosovo conflict—I admit, it wasn't really my forte, but Joe had a way of getting a person hooked into a story—when Emma came up to us. 

"I didn't want to interrupt," she started, though Joe gave her a wave of his hand to let her know that he didn't mind at all. "I thought I should tell you, we're all changing into our pjs."

"Really?" Joe asked. "Kathy's agreed to this?"

Emma laughed and gave a nod. "Kathy's borrowing something of mine."

"I wondered what she was going to wear," Joe laughed.

"I'm going to change too," Melinda said, as she came up to us. 

I wondered if that meant she was going to wear my shirt and sweatpants again, but all I asked was, "So, everyone's doing this?"

"You don't have to," Melinda said, playing with the lapel on my suit coat. "You can do whatever you like. I'm just letting you know that I'm changing."

"Okay," I replied, thinking I would stay in my dinner clothes. I turned to say something to Emma, but she and Kathy had already headed upstairs. When I looked back to Melinda, she was going to. So, I turned back to the only person that seemed to be hanging around, Joe.

"Well Joe, tell me more about this student of yours."

He smiled, put his hand on my shoulder, and we walked across the room to where Steve was getting the wood stove going.

A little while later, the girls had come back downstairs. Emma was off making popcorn, while Mel and Kathy gathered some blankets and pillows, and we fellas just tried to stay out of the way. After all, Steve had handled our one task, which was getting the fire started, so the rest of our time was spent just getting comfortable.

It turned out, much to my surprise, that the girls had purchased new sets of pajamas while I was trying on clothes earlier that day. Emma was in a cream that matched her dinner dress, and Melinda was in a sky blue outfit that I immediately fell in love with. As soon as she walked by me I let her know how much I liked her choice in sleepwear.

"I thought you'd like them," she said, showing that lovely little flirty smile of hers again. "I was thinking of you when I got them."

"Partly me and partly you?" I asked.

She laughed, nodded, and handed me a blanket. "Hold on to this," she said. "I like it, so it's mine tonight, okay?"

I nodded and she went into the kitchen.

I took off my coat, shoes, and socks, so I was quite relaxed by the time Melinda came back. The other girls came with her and they finally began to settle down. Emma brought in the popcorn and a couple of bottles of wine that she promptly handed to Steve. I'm not sure whether one has the red or the white with Pop Secret, but we had the white, and though it was an unusual combination, it made for some real good fun.

As we sat around talking, everyone gradually slid down to the floor. There's no other real way to put it. One minute I was sitting on the couch, watching Melinda sip wine and eat the occasional bit of popcorn, and the next I was down on the carpet behind her. She had a nice blanket too, not very heavy but with a soft feel, and a couple of pillows. She put a pillow in front of the loveseat that separated the living room from the kitchen and had me lean back into it. Then, she slipped in front of me. She moved between my knees, removed her hair clip, and leaned back into me. It was quite lovely.

Since I was somewhat pinned down, I made the most of it and asked her for everything. At first she responded right away, but by the third time I asked for a single piece of popcorn, she caught onto me. It was good for a laugh.

We talked about old times, Joe told us stories about Steve as a kid, and a couple of them seemed new even to Emma. Everything felt good then, and whenever I could I watched Emma. I saw her give looks to Steve that could melt ice, and she was definitely flashing her smile. She seemed at ease, and she seemed happy. Sitting, as I was, with Melinda, I couldn't have hoped for better. Though I would always remember what had happened between Emma and I, I didn't want it to happen again, I didn't want it to hurt her and Steve, and I didn't want it to hurt Melinda. The conversations we'd had earlier at dinner had proven to me that the thing between Emma and I needed to stay a secret. Maybe I was being selfish. But I didn't care. The fun we were having sitting on the floor was far too good to ruin.

We were there for a while. Even with the wood stove going, the room never really got too warm, so the blanket stayed on us. 

And I admit, it's awful, but... I couldn't keep my hands from playing. 

Melinda wasn't exactly jumping at my touch, so she's partly culpable in this, but it was primarily my fault. She felt so good under my hands, through the absolutely divine fabric of her pajamas, that I couldn't stop. Luckily, the large blanket easily veiled the small movements of my hands.

At first I simply ran them over her hips and around her waist. I even dared so far as to slide my fingertips a couple of inches beneath and below her waistband, but as soon as I did it, she leaned forward and asked Steve for another glass of wine. Her waistband snapped back against her skin.

I pretended as if nothing happened because I wasn't sure if anyone had heard it, but luckily, no one was really paying close attention to us anyway. They were talking and laughing and asking us a question here and there, but that was about all. 

So when Melinda sat back against me, I gave her a soft little pinch and she laughed quietly into her newly filled glass.

Then Joe started asking about Emma's family, and everyone seemed to get very interested. They were all looking at Emma, so, I slipped a hand around Melinda's waist, down below the little ties in the front of her new pajamas, and between her thighs. Again, she didn't even flinch. 

Slowly, lightly, I began to run my fingers against her, in the creases of her thighs and against the padded front of her pubic bone. She took a larger sip of her wine as Emma began to give everyone an update on her brother.

Emma's brother, Michael, had recently gone off to college in England. He had never been much of a student in his younger years, and was what some people called a 'late bloomer' I suppose. In any case, he was enjoying himself overseas, and he was always emailing Emma with the latest news and/or gossip.

As she relayed the latest story to us, I tugged on Melinda's pajama ties. One quick, short pull, and the ties were undone. It was the biggest movement I'd made under the blanket, but no one noticed. The only person to react was Melinda, and she responded by taking another sip of wine and leaning back into me even further.

I adjusted my position behind her, just a bit, and gave myself a little more room to move my arm. Once I was comfortable I slid my index finger behind the front of her pajama bottoms. I lifted the fabric away from her skin, and held it there for just a moment. I pretended to be listening to Emma, but I was waiting for Melinda. She had her head leaning back against my shoulder, and when she turned and kissed me lightly on the neck, I took that as the okay to keep playing.

My hand went under her pajamas. Her skin was hot, and I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. I drew circles against the fabric of her panties, and I felt her stiffen just a bit against me. As she did, I stopped. 

Emma was finishing her story, and everyone laughed, including Mel. Then she turned and whispered in my ear.

"I didn't mean to react so much," she said, knowing I would understand. "Don't stop."

I'm not sure I can explain the rush I felt. Touching Melinda under the blanket was wonderful in itself, which I'm sure is not that difficult to understand, but doing it surreptitiously right in front of everyone else added some sort of forbidden excitement that made it impossible for me to resist. It's not something I'd done before, or something that I've done since, to be honest, but at the time it was one of the most exciting things I'd ever done.

So, while our friends began to talk about Joe's students, and Kathy's projects, and Steve's work, I continued to caress Melinda under the blanket. There was no urgency, no need for her to climax—surely, we'd get caught if that happened—just a gentle moment between the two of us, laced with the excitement of it being a secret.

At least, at first.

Later, she told me it was the combination of the wine, the feel of her pajamas on the inside of her thighs, my cologne—a very subdued spot of Hugo Boss, by the way—and my 'damnably wonderful hands' that got her in trouble.

I didn't realize her mood had changed until she put her empty wine glass down on the tray sitting on the carpet next to us. When she leaned back into me afterward, I could see that her chest, behind the first button of her top, was getting flushed. But at the time I thought maybe it was the wine. 

Then Steve noticed her glass was empty and reached for the bottle, only to discover it, too, was empty. 

"Oh Lord," Steve said in mock-astonishment. "We're out of wine!"

Emma laughed and suggested he get some more, because she didn't think anyone was done drinking.

Steve stood to go to the wine cellar, and Joe stood up next to him. "I'll go with you," he said. "And the bathroom," he added. "Must use the bathroom."

Kathy nodded and got up to go as well, saying that she needed a bathrobe too, because she still hadn't warmed up.

Then Emma stood. 

"Kathy," Emma said. "Why don't we get some more blankets then?"

"And a movie?" Joe asked.

"Yeah," Emma nodded. "A movie sounds good."

The entire time neither Mel nor I said a word.

"Do either of you need to take a break?" Steve asked us.

Mel simply shook her head, but I answered, "No, I think we're comfortable."

Steve nodded, and everyone left.

As soon as they were gone, Melinda turned her head to me and I saw immediately that her eyes had gone glassy, that her neck was flushing. It was definitely not the wine.

In my ear, she said, "You have got to let me come."

"How?" I asked, not knowing what she needed.

"Put your hand on my skin," she told me.

Her skin was slippery, and wet, and she sighed luxuriously as I palmed her beneath her panties.

Then she put her own hand over mine and guided me, showing me a quick move that was really just a motion of my wrist. On the downslide, it pushed my middle and ring fingers to the bottom lip of her velvet-slick opening, and on the way up, my palm pressed against her clit, tugging it and its hood toward me. I tried it.

"Oh, that is exactly it," she moaned lowly into my neck and closed her eyes.

I pulled again and she flexed her legs under the blanket. I sat on the floor with my knees on either side of her forming blanket-covered arches that she put her own knees under as she widened her thighs and brought her heels together like a diamond. I didn't know how much time we had before someone was going to come back but I was too turned on not to risk it. I flicked my wrist again, and again, pulling against her skin faster with each movement.

She turned into me, kissing my neck. Her breath was hot, and coming quicker, and she began shifting her hips to push herself into my hand. 

"Are you going to come for me?" I asked her, whispering.

She opened her eyes, saw that I was watching her, and nodded, smiling and biting her lip. I lengthened my stroke, pushing my fingers down a little further, and her eyes rolled up as she closed them. I tugged faster.

That brought her off.

She pushed her nose into my neck and let go, her body shuddering under the blanket, her breathing completely erratic. 

At that moment, I happened to look over her head and I caught Kathy just behind the loveseat. She was the first to come back, and she had stopped short of the couch, leaning over at the hip, bent down, her eyes as wide as saucers. She immediately put a finger to her lips, and backed away.

I hadn't heard her approach, and I didn't hear her walk away.

A moment later, Melinda stretched, shifting her knees back together.

"Comedy or romance?" Kathy asked from back in the kitchen.

Melinda snatched at the blanket and pulled it up to her chin with a short giggle. She never giggled. Perhaps it was the wine. "That was close!" she whispered to me.

"Yes," I nodded, my own version of Kathy's amused smile coming out. "It was."

"Actually," Melinda said louder, to Kathy. "How about a game of some sort? Like Catchphrase or something?"

"I'm sure that will go famously with the wine," Kathy replied dryly.

So that's what we did. For about an hour, we played Catchphrase and finished off another bottle of wine. After that, Joe and Kathy all but begged to go to bed. They were, after all, an hour ahead of the rest of us so no one argued. In fact, I said bed sounded just fine to me.

"Me too," Melinda agreed. "I'm tired."

"I think we're headed upstairs then," I said to everyone. Then to Mel, I asked, "Can you walk, or would you rather I carry you?"

She gave me a lazy smile and asked, "Would you really carry me?"

I lifted the blanket off of us, stood, and then bent down and picked her up. She put her arms around my neck and I carried her up the stairs to bed.

"I'm so tired," she said again as I laid her down. "I think the wine is knocking me out...."

I pulled the thick covers of the bed aside, and helped her crawl under them. She was already half asleep by the time I was done, but, I knew she was going to be thirsty later, so I figured I'd head downstairs and get a glass of water to set on her nightstand.

I made my way down the stairs and nearly into the kitchen, slowing down before I entered through the open entryway. Unexpectedly, I heard the soft guitar strains of Santana's Sideways playing through from the living room. I'd thought everyone else had gone off to bed, but clearly someone was still up. I tried to get a look without getting caught—who knew what sort of mood I could be breaking—and found Steve holding Emma in a tender embrace, the two of them swaying to the hypnotically soothing music. They looked wonderful together, both of them so very much in love, and I couldn't help smiling.



Visiting Emma



“You’re right, Emmie,” I said, quietly. “I’m not used to this. This place just feels different.”

She put a hand on my back, high up around my shoulders, and I felt Mel’s hand glide over the small of my back, down near my waist, and I took in a deep breath. 

“It’s been a long time, girls,” I said, keeping my voice low, not wanting to ruin the moment. “I’ve missed you both.”

Melinda put her head on my shoulder and I heard her give a small sigh. “Me too,” I heard her say. 

Emma turned a smile to me that gave me strange butterflies, and before it showed in my face I looked back out onto the expanse through the window.

It was at that moment that Steve came back in, and he came in quietly too, walking up behind us. I turned when I heard the cork creak and pop.

“Perfect timing, my man,” I said as he began to pour the wine into the glasses we’d left on the kitchen table. 

He handed Emma a half-full glass, and then Mel.

“There’s no wind out there tonight,” he said, then pouring mine and his. “Shouldn’t be too cold….”

Mel took a sip and pulled her hair off her shoulders and held it up behind her head. “Emm,” she asked. “You have anything I can put this up with?”

Emma nodded. “Did you bring something to change into?” 

Mel said she had, and the two of them went upstairs. 

“You need to borrow some swim trunks?” Steve asked me, leaning against the table.

“No, I have some—you told me to bring them five times, remember?”

He laughed.

“Being around Mel,” I said, taking a sip. “Really brings back some memories. At times it seems like yesterday, and others it seems like a completely different lifetime.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded. “You just disappeared after you and Corenne parted… maybe you were putting that life behind you. But this is good. I’m glad you made it out here.”

“Me too,” I admitted. Here was Steve, sounding almost worried about me, and here I was getting butterflies when I made eye contact with his fiance. It was just that I had known Emma before, and there had been times when we could’ve… well, had I not been faithful to Corenne, we could’ve… but, it was better not to think about that sort of thing. I decided to push it out of my head, man up and quit being such a greedy asshole. I would flirt with Melinda, but right then and there I decided that even if Emma came on to me (which didn’t seem too likely, but there had been some odd moments since my arrival this afternoon) I would push her away—she was off limits. 

And as if it too had been a long lost friend, my smile returned. 

“I think I’ll go change. I’ll be right back.”

I headed upstairs, found my bag where I’d left it a few hours earlier, and withdrew my swim trunks. Leaving my tank on, I went to the bathroom and looked around for a couple of towels. While I was doing that, Mel and Emma found me.

“What’cha looking for?” Mel asked me.

I told her, and she opened a cabinet just outside the door. There were the towels.

“Here,” Emma said, handing me a bathrobe. “It’ll be very cold when you get out.”

Mel handed me a pair of sandals.

Much better than a couple of towels, that’s for sure.

Steve showed up in his trunks and sandals and we went downstairs. I slid open the glass door leading to the deck and the tub, while Steve grabbed the wine. As a little quartet, we walked out onto the deck, down the steps and around the tub. Emma touched a switch and the cover began to recede. Top notch.

After a moment of standing—it was noticeably cold already; I could easily imagine how cold it would be later when we got out—the girls disrobed and got down into the tub. Before she got in, I noticed that Mel was wearing a two-piece bikini, light blue and definitely sexy. I noticed Emma in a slightly more conservative top and bottom set, light green, like the undies she’d worn the night we’d all gotten drunk playing cards—I really had to stop remembering things like that.

But it was hard not to look, to notice. And even if I hadn’t just told myself not to, I needed to avoid looking anyway due to the thin material of the swim trunks and how easily they would give away any hint of my arousal.

So I instead focused on the wine bottles Steve had set at the edge of the tub.

“You comin in?” I heard Melinda ask me, and I turned to her with a grin on my face. 

“Sure,” I replied, stepping down into the tub. It was so hot—I hadn’t realized how cold I’d gotten. There were lots of bubbles, and foam, and the wine began to get poured.

“This feels so good,” I said, once I had my glass in hand and my body under the water up to my neck. It was a round tub, but big, which was good because I didn’t want to accidentally touch Steve’s feet. 

“Mm hmmm,” I heard from my left. Melinda. Emma was to my right, and Steve was almost perfectly across from me. I was totally comfortable, with my head leant back on the soft bumper around the tub’s rim, and any potential arousal both hidden by the bubbles and dampened by being in the same water as Steve. I could survive this without embarrassment. No problem.

“This is a great hot tub, Steve,” Melinda said, squirming a little and settling herself down lower too. 

Emma had her hair up, but Melinda kept hers down—I guess she had decided not to put it up. The last two inches of it fell into the water when she got done settling. 

Her eyes closed, and without a hint of a smile about what she was about to say, Melinda asked, “Do you guys remember that time we did this over at Ben’s place?”

Ben was an old friend of mine, one Steve didn’t know. 

Corenne and I had taken Emma and Melinda and a few other girls over to Ben’s place for his birthday. The booze had flown freely, and we’d combined sitting in the hot tub with a drinking game—and if you’ve ever consumed alcohol in a hot tub, like we did then and we were right there at Steve and Emma’s, well, let’s just say, everybody becomes a ‘lightweight’. Emma and I had gotten into a little trouble that night. We blamed it on the alcohol, it was only a little kissing, but it happened nonetheless. 

Before I could do more than nod, Emma answered.

“Who could forget? I got to kiss Jack that night.”

I closed my eyes and tried to lean back further. But I couldn’t help the smile.

“Yeah,” was all I said.

“I kissed the man that owned the tub,” Melinda said. “Let’s do that again.”

I opened my eyes at that, and looked at Steve, who, for all intents and purposes, looked like the cat that had just eaten the canary. Then I looked at Melinda.

“No?” she asked me. I looked to Emma, who was smiling a little coyly. 

“Just for old times’ sake,” Emma said, taking a quick glance at Steve. Steve didn’t notice though, because he was watching Melinda slink through the water toward him.

I looked back at Emma. She scooted closer to me until I could feel her arm touch mine under the water as she sat next to me on the bench. We both seemed to be watching Steve and Melinda, and I, at least, with a touch of surprise. I just hadn’t expected this.

“Y’know,” I said, under my breath, so only she could hear me, “I remember us kissing for nearly ten minutes.”

Emma gave a small laugh. 

“You’ll have to settle for a lot less this time,” she said, turning and reaching an arm over me. Her hand brushed me as she moved, and she discovered that I was completely aroused. It had happened in a moment, the alcohol, the sexiness of both girls, the idea of kissing Emma, all of it was a bit much, and it had me fired. She looked puzzled for a moment, quickly glanced down at the water and then back at me, her body nearly over me, our heads level. “Are you…?” she began. I felt her hand under the water as she moved it over my shorts. My eyes shot wide as I felt her hand cup my balls, and then slide up my cock to my waist. 

“Yes, you are,” she said, her eyes filled with what looked to me like amusement and satisfaction. “I hope that doesn’t get wasted.”

I didn’t have anything to say, so I just looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She flashed a little smile, and leaned into me. She kissed me and it was a slightly familiar blend of tastes that included a little wine, a little of her, and a little salt from perspiration. It was wonderful. Maybe I should’ve felt guilty.

I don’t know how long we kissed, only a moment I think, but she made a tiny little noise, like a cross between a very small sigh and a whimper. 

“Emma!” we both separated our lips immediately at the sound of Melinda’s voice. Melinda had moved across the tub and was next to us. She leaned into us. “Is he that good a kisser?”

I don’t know if Steve heard her or not, and I was avoiding looking him in the eye. I barely noticed Emma nod, but as soon as I did, I laughed. 

Melinda looked at me. “Well, I think it’s time to switch partners.”

Emma pushed herself away from me, across the tub to Steve. And Melinda more than took her place. Mel was so small, and she moved quickly, taking me completely by surprise as she straddled me, her thighs hot against mine, even in the water. “I’m going to enjoy this,” she said, lowering herself until she felt my solid cock. 

She gave a little gasp, popping up a tiny bit, and then leaned into me. 

She pressed her lips to mine, her mouth slightly open. We kissed for a long moment while she rubbed herself against me very, very slowly. Almost imperceptibly.

When she pulled her lips from mine, I literally came up for air. 

“Ohhh, mmmm,” Melinda said, climbing out of my lap and turning to sit next to me. “You were right, he’s good.”

Steve laughed and said, “Sounds like you’re building a reputation, Jack.”

“This weekend was such a good idea,” I declared, leaning my head back again.

Steve laughed some more at that.

We poured some more wine, while Emma slipped over next to Melinda. She whispered something in Melinda’s ear, but I certainly couldn’t hear it. Melinda, amazingly, seemed to blush from it, and suddenly said, “Steve, I need some more wine.”

Emma laughed, seemingly very pleased with herself. Steve and I shared a quick, “What the hell?” look, but like a good man, he gave the lady what she wanted. 

Soon, Emma was back with Steve, sitting in his lap, and Melinda never moved more than a foot away from me. We talked about things we’d done together, a couple of stories Steve hadn’t heard, mostly clean, but with a little spice to make them funny.

It wasn’t too long though before Steve said he needed to get out before he turned into a raisin. Emma quickly agreed. Steve said they were going in to shower off the hot tub water, and that if we waited a few minutes before coming in ourselves, there’d be no problem with the showers staying hot. Melinda agreed, and I shrugged. It wasn’t a big deal to me, and besides, I’d get a moment alone with Mel in the tub.

So, Steve and Emma went inside, and Mel and I just sat side by side relaxing, her to my left. It sent a shock through me when I felt her right hand on my stomach, her elbow almost breaking the surface. I sat completely still, my eyes all but closed. I imagined her the same way. Then, after a moment, her hand slid downward, her fingers stopping at the waistline of my shorts. I held my breath a moment, and she slipped her hand, palm flat against my skin, under the waistline and between my body and my cock. She stopped moving then, and just left her hand there. I flexed my Kegel muscles once or twice, tapping my straining cock against her knuckles. I heard her giggle.

Without a word, she slipped her hand around my shaft, getting a tight grip. My cock had been hard ever since she’d been in my lap, and it was almost painful. Her hand, finally squeezing it, was… I felt a warmth throughout my body, and I know I groaned low in my throat. She didn’t giggle this time, she just quietly held me in her hand, while I continued to flex my cock. In the end, we just stayed that way, neither of us changing our position, for a few minutes. 

When Melinda suggested we get out and go take showers, I have to admit, I was very disappointed she’d made showers plural.

But she swayed her hips when she got out, the way a woman does when she wants you to see her do it.

Later, everyone was pretty tired, and the alcohol was making it worse, so when I got out of the shower, had put on some shorts and a shirt, I found Steve hanging out by the stairs. 

“Hey, man,” he said. “I volunteered to let you know we were all heading to bed. I think Melinda’s crashed out there,” he said, nodding at a closed door. 

“Okay with me,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “I’m exhausted. I could use some rest.”

“Great,” Steve said. “Glad you made it out here—I’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast.” 

With that, Steve headed off down the hall toward his bedroom and what I momentarily imagined was a waiting Emma, when he turned back to me at the last moment. 

“Oh, before I forget,” he said. “I’m picking Joe and Kathy up at the airport tomorrow afternoon. We’ve made reservations for the six of us at a restaurant Emma’s been waiting to try—it’s formal, so….”

“Yeah, I heard I’d need some nice clothes. No problem.”

“Great. We’ve got tickets to a show after, so get some sleep and plan on a long night tomorrow.” 

I nodded and we both headed our separate ways.

I crawled into bed, a really nice bed with good sheets and everything, but I just couldn’t sleep. Classic case of being tired until my head hit the pillow. So I tossed and turned for a little bit. 

Just when I thought about getting up and rummaging for a snack downstairs I thought I heard a tiny knock on my door—then, while I was trying to decide whether I’d really heard a knock, Melinda opened the door and slipped in wearing a gray t-shirt and dark blue panties. 

I thought about pretending to be asleep. 

“Jack,” she whispered.

I’ve never proclaimed to be an actor, so I decided to forget the being asleep bit.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked her.

She shook those brown locks of hair, and bit her lip.

“Too cold.”

It was certainly cold in the house. I’m just one of those people that give off a lot of body heat, so it wasn’t bothering me. 

“Well, come over here and get under some covers,” I flipped a corner of the sheet and comforter. She was there in a second.

And she was so cold, her skin was like ice. Man, I almost regretted letting her in. 

“No feet on my back, okay?”

She laughed, and snuggled up to me, putting her face and hands in my chest. 

“This needs to go,” she said, obviously meaning my tank. My last line of defense against her cold arms, but suddenly I was remembering our exchange in the hot tub, and I let her help me off with my top.

“Better?” I asked, once we were back under the covers.

“Mmm hmm,” she nodded with a satisfied smile. 

I didn’t know if she planned to just sleep or what, but I was more than happy to go along with whatever. She smelled great, and she felt great.

Some time passed with the two of us laying quietly. I turned onto me side, letting her get in really close to me. I thought it might help her warm up, and I loved how it felt too—she was so small, it was almost like I could wrap her up in my arms. 

“Do you remember that camping trip we took to the coast?” she asked, sounding a blend of tired and happy.

“Sure,” I said back. Why we were whispering, I have no idea. I guess just because it was dark in the room, though I could see pretty well with the moonlight through the window, my eyes having adjusted.

“Remember how I went to bed early because I’d had too much to drink?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Actually, I just had a headache, but I didn’t want to ruin anybody’s mood, so I claimed being drunk and tired.”

“Really? What made you bring that up?”

“I wasn’t sleeping when you and Corenne came back to the tent.”

“Oh my,” that was a surprise, and a little embarrassing. Corenne had been so hot that night, I’d taken her right there in the tent. Risky, but we really thought Melinda was out cold. “Sorry about that.”

“Sorry about what?”

“Sorry about what you must’ve seen.”

“Would you like to hear a secret?”

I didn’t say anything, but she wasn’t waiting for me to answer anyway.

“You two were so into each other,” she whispered. “You never noticed what I was doing, or even that I was awake.”

“I can’t believe you were awake, Mel,” I said, turning to lay on my back again.

“I wanted to tell you I was, and surprise you,” she said, running a hand over my chest. “Then, I wanted to surprise you again and ask you not to stop.”

“But, you didn’t,” I said, completely surprised by her confession.

“Too scared.”

I didn’t know what to say. Then I remembered what else she’d just said.

“We didn’t notice you doing what?” I asked.

She gave me a big smile, you know the one, the you men are so predictable, but I love it smile. 

She made a show of sucking two fingers on her right hand. The look on my face must’ve been priceless when she slipped her wet hand under the covers.

“You weren’t,” I said.

She laughed, her beautiful girl laugh, and nodded.

I swallowed, watching as she lifted her butt up off the bed. Watching a girl touch herself was one of my favorite fantasies. There’s something about it, something so personal, that just turned me on big. 

“I know what this does to you,” she said.

“How would you know that?” 

“But, there’s a twist tonight.” Didn’t even answer my question.

“What?” I asked her.

She was on her stomach while I was on my back, and she slid closer to me, putting her left leg over mine. I could feel her inner thigh now, cool on the inside of my own leg, and her hand moving back and forth behind her cotton panties. 

“You are going to go through what I went through that night on the beach.”

“I have to pretend I’m asleep?”

“No, but you can’t show me you’re awake, either. No touching. You have to watch.”

“Can I touch myself?” 

“Yes, but you have to be sly, like I was.”

“This is twisted, Mel.”

“You want me to stop?”

“Fuck no.”

She giggled, stopped making circles in her panties and brought her fingers back to her mouth. 

“No more talking then, you’re asleep now,” and with that she slipped her hand back under the covers.

She slid her left hand across my chest. Her head was resting on my chest too, now—she was half on me, half off. And it was incredible. 

I could feel every bit of her movement, every muscle she flexed. I was feeling her rub herself, feeling every bit of it. And it was giving me a monster erection, the kind you refer to as ‘throbbing’. The covers were over both of us, and I really hoped that would give me a chance to get a hand on myself. 

She gave a little sigh, exhaling warm air across my chest. The covers were down over my stomach, barely hiding my erection, and they covered her from half way down her back. There was absolutely no way I could touch myself without her seeing it. And she probably knew that. That’s when I thought for the first time that she must’ve been sitting on this little fantasy for some time. 

We lay there for a couple of minutes, quiet except for the sound of our breathing. I didn’t realize how quiet we were until she spoke.

“I’m rubbing circles around my clit now,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “It feels so good….” 

Was I supposed to add anything? Well, she didn’t ask a question, so I stayed quiet. Maybe this was all part of her fantasy. It was certainly working on me.

“Now I’m rubbing faster, ohh, around and around…yeah, so good… rubbing my pussy.”

She gave a little moan, and I could not only feel, but now hear, the movements of her hand on her sex. 

“Ohh, I’m rubbing myself off, right here Jack, laying on top of you. Uhh, mm, that makes me so hot… please… touch yourself too….”

I wasted no time in doing what she suggested, sliding my hand, palm down, along the length of my shaft. 

“UH!” she gasped, as the movement of my hand pushed the covers further off my cock and let her see more of it. “Yes! God I want to watch you do that—don’t stop—ohh, ohh!” she exhaled heavily, and I could feel her stop rubbing. “I need to change hands, I’m going too fast.” A moment later, after she’d taken a breath, her left hand disappeared under the covers, and her right hand came out. 




Visiting Emma



I could see her slick fingers in the light we had, as she turned, pulling her leg off of mine and getting more perpendicular to me. Then she moved her head down my chest some, closer to my cock, and put her right hand on my neck. I could smell her sex on her fingers.

She started to rub again when she said, “Taste me,” and I turned my head to let her put her middle and ring fingers in my mouth. I slid my hand harder across my cock as I tasted her, and she squirmed at the sight of it.

So much for being asleep. But I wasn’t going to say anything and possibly ruin the mood.

Her butt was still off the bed, swaying slightly, and she was watching me stroke my cock as much as I watched her. She took her fingers from my mouth, reached behind herself and flung off the comforter covering her. Then she brought her hand back to my chest, sliding it over my bare skin.

“God, I’m so hot,” she said, quietly. “I’m going to make myself cum, right here, watching you slide your hand on your dick….”

She brought her feet up behind her, and kicked the sheet off as well. Now I could see everything. Her ass in the air, her dark blue panties rolled a third of the way down, and her feet up, suspended in the air over her ass. I continued to pet myself, a little faster, a little harder.

“Ohh, I’m going to make myself cum soon,” she told me, her voice no longer just a whisper. She scooted forward, just a little, until her right shoulder was resting on me, and then reached her other hand around behind her again, slipping her fingers beneath her panties. “I’m putting my fingers into my hole now,” she said, gasping as she did it. “I call it my hole when I’m about to cum…cus it feels so empty….”

I was rubbing myself like a madman. She was driving me wild, and I wanted to cum with her if I could.

She licked her lips.

“Ohhhh, mmm, that’s so good, in and out, stretching my little hole…oh God, fuck! Can you cum now?”

I nodded, and she began to rub even faster.

“Oh oh OHH, ohgod, ohgod ohhhgod—” She suddenly stopped rubbing, and tensed up, catching her breath. Her ankles locked above her ass, her thighs squeezed together and she twisted in orgasm. “Jack…! I’m cumm—mming!”

It only took me a moment to catch her, rubbing like I was, and the first spurt caught her by surprise, shooting out across my stomach and onto her cheek as she jerked back a bit. But before I pulsed again, she moved forward, closing her lips around the head of my cock, and I emptied myself inside her mouth.

My orgasm was so incredible my eyes squeezed shut—I slid my right hand across the slick skin of her backside, and instinctively down beneath her panties, blindly finding her hands already there. 

She stretched her legs out and turned her head to me. “Well, look who’s awake!”

I lay spent, trying to catch my breath and twining my fingers with hers. The slick feel was incredibly sexy.

“I need to go wash my face,” she announced, propping herself up on her hands. “You ever kiss a girl with your cum on her face before?”

I just shook my head no.

She smiled luxuriantly and kissed me, nice enough not to get any of me on me, but I could taste it a little in her mouth.

Then, she hopped up off the bed and padded across the carpet to the door. Almost as an afterthought, she then turned back to me.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Jack.”