6 comments/ 48716 views/ 10 favorites Loving Emily By: Risktaker48 If they asked I always told new girlfriends (including my wife) the truth about my previous lovers except for two women I have never spoken directly about. Both women formed part of my practical sexual education and also permanently captured part of my heart. This story recounts the start of a 'brief affair' although it is not a conventional one. The encounter took place approximately a month before my twenty-first birthday and would never have occurred except for a crude remark by a drunken friend. It was a Saturday night three days before Christmas and I had meant to meet my three old school friends for a night out before we each sent Christmas day with our families. I worked shifts and was working that day but due to staff shortages I ended up working four extra hours and I only made the pub in time for last orders. It was a double blow as it was my round and my friends had moved on to shorts to finish off the night. Pete, Phil and Andy had gone to a football match that afternoon and had been drinking at lunchtime only breaking for the match and the tube journey back to Pete's local. Andy's and Pete's girlfriends, Julie and Emma had joined them in the pub and were fairly drunk themselves. Julie and Andy left Pete, Emma, Phil and me to walk back to Pete's house while they went to her parents for the night. Being sober it was funny to watch my two mates struggling to walk straight on the way back. Emma complained about having to walk so I gave her a piggy-back and she clung on drunkenly. "If I didn't love Pete I could quite happily wrap my legs around you properly," giggled Emma suggestively. "Well if I didn't like Pete I would quite happily let you," I replied. Pete and Phil started an argument about what type of girls they preferred; Pete seemingly had forgotten Emma was there too. They were getting louder as we turned into Pete's road and I had to get them to shut up as I knew Pete's neighbours would complain to his mother the next day. Normally Phil, Emma and I would leave Pete at his door and walk to the local cab office and get a taxi back home as we only lived a few streets apart on a council estate five miles away. Phil and I would normally have to wait for a few minutes while Pete and Emma said goodnight. Pete shared his home with his widowed mother (his dad had died suddenly of a massive heart attack five years earlier). His home was a four bedroom townhouse on a private estate which his father had brought before he had met Pete's mother. Pete's father had been a highly paid company lawyer working for a large bank in the city of London. Pete's mother was a cheerful, gentle, well spoken woman who dressed neatly and demurely who had always made us welcome when we were younger but had withdrawn after her husband's death. When we arrived at Pete's door he insisted we come in for a nightcap and although it was against my better instincts I agreed just to ensure Phil and Emma got a cab home. As Pete put his key in the lock the door was opened by his mother. "I thought that it was you making all that noise," she said as a greeting. "We've been to the pub," slurred Pete. "I can tell; well come on in before you upset the neighbours," she commanded. She directed us to the living room and told us to take a seat. Phil slumped in an armchair as Emma and Pete collapsed on the settee I had to squeeze in beside them. It was obvious that Pete's mother had been sitting in the only other armchair looking at photo albums. "Does anyone want a hot drink?" she asked us. "No mum we are going to have a proper nightcap. Where's Dad's whiskey?" declared Pete. "No Peter, you can't touch that!" she said with a hard edge to her voice. "Let's just have a coffee or tea to sober up?" I suggested. "No I want a proper drink!" replied Pete defiantly. "Well I would like a cup of tea please, Mrs Johnson," I said hoping to lighten the brewing atmosphere. "Coffee would be nice, please," agreed Emma. "I'll have a coffee, then," said Phil. "Oh why don't we all do as she wants!" said Pete sarcastically. "Well off you go then woman, go and make the tea and coffee!" "Pete, don't speak to your mum like that!" I said. "Who are you my Dad!" he retorted. "Peter, stop it!" Mrs Johnson said. "Kevin you seem to be sober, come and help me, I'll make some toast too!" she said to me. I followed her into the kitchen and help her with the drinks and food. I tried to apologise for Pete saying he was drunk and problem didn't mean to be so rude. "He has been getting worse lately and drunker," Mrs Johnson said without looking up. We heard raised voices from the living room so I said I would try to get them to be quieter. I took the tray of drinks in while she finished the toast. As I pushed open the door Pete stood up and I heard Phil's voice. "Yeah, I reckon your mum's tits would be quite nice to suck on," he said a little too loudly. Pete flew at him grabbing at his throat; Phil dodged and they fell on the floor pushing the door back on me sending the tray of hot drinks flying and covering me in tea and coffee. Pete was in a rage and grappling with Phil. Mrs Johnson appeared behind me and shouted at Pete to stop but he did seem to hear. So I managed to grab Pete and pull him off. He began thrashing about so I gripped him in a bear hug and lifted him off his feet. Phil scrambled away and Emma moved over to him. Pete's temper began to subside so I let him go. "I think it would be better if you went to bed Peter and your friends went home," said Mrs Johnson in a calm voice. Pete didn't say anything he just turned and stomped out of the room slamming the door behind him. I started to feel the heat from the tea and coffee sinking into the skin on my chest and I pulled my shirt away. "We had best go then," said Emma. She pulled Phil to his feet and they headed for the door, I turned to follow. Mrs Johnson put her hand on my arm. "Kevin, you can't go out with your clothes wet and your lip is bleeding," she said. Before I could say anything Emma said she would get a taxi back with Phil and she would call in the morning to check everything was okay. I took a tenner from my wallet and gave it to her to cover the fare back as I knew Phil was out of cash and as Emma was still a student she didn't have much money. Mrs Johnson looked at me disapprovingly after they left. "Can you afford to give them money for the taxi?" she asked. "They are friends and I wouldn't let Emma walk the streets for the sake of ten pounds," I replied. "Well at least one of Peter's friends has manners; Philip is so crude sometimes," she said. I hadn't realised she had heard what Phil had said to provoke Pete but the edge to her voice suggested she was very offended. I began to apologise for Phil but she cut me off. "Let's just sort out that cut and your clothes. You can stay in one of the spare rooms tonight and Peter can apologise to you in the morning!" she declared. "Thank you, I will help tidy the mess," I offered. "I'll take you upstairs first and get you a dressing gown and you can give me your clothes to dry," said Mrs Johnson. The dressing gown was at least one size too small and my long gangly arms poked out of the sleeves. When I had changed into the dressing gown I took my shirt and trousers downstairs and began to help clear the broken teapot and cups. I noticed the photo albums had been knocked to the floor and I picked them up and stacked some lose photos on top. I looked at the photo on the top of the stack and recognised Pete's Dad. "Is this you and Mr Johnson?" I asked. "Yes, that was our honeymoon on Capri," she replied. "You both look very happy, I think Mr Johnson was a very lucky man you look beautiful in this picture," I said. "We were very happy and thank you; but it was a long time ago," said Mrs Johnson. I noticed her eyes begin to water. "Sorry I did mean to upset you I just thought it was a nice picture of the two of you," I tried to explain. "You're a nice boy, I shouldn't have been so off with your friends earlier," she said. Then she remembered my split lip and looked closely at my face. "Does that feel okay?" she asked. " I think I have some antiseptic. What about the tea did it burn you?" she said. "Its fine it's not the worst injury I have had," I replied. I pulled the dressing gown to one side as if to show her there was no damage and realised there was a bright red mark across my chest and stomach where the hot liquid had scalded me. Mrs Johnson gently traced her fingers over the burnt area. "Doesn't that hurt?" she asked. I shook my head. "As my mum says, no sense no feeling!" I replied laughing. We tidied the rest of the broken crockery away and Mrs Johnson took the tray back to the kitchen. She returned a short while later with two cups of cocoa and some biscuits. "I thought you might like a nightcap it's only cocoa but I also want to talk about Peter," she said. I sat in one of the armchairs and she settled on the settee across from me. She told me how moody he had been of late and how angry he seemed especially with her. I promised to try to speak to him to find out what might be troubling him. To lighten the mood I asked her about the photo albums. She pulled the photo albums towards her and indicated for me to sit next to her. She turned the pages of the albums showing me pictures of her with her husband and Pete through the years before Mr Johnson had died. There didn't seem to be any photos since his death. Most of the photos were taken on holidays to foreign climes and we laughed at some of the pictures of Pete changing as he grew. The main thing that caught my eye was difference in the woman in the photos to the woman sitting next to me. The photos showed a laughing beach babe happily posing on the beach in bikinis. Mrs Johnson had a superb figure, dark tanned skin and I had to admit Phil was right about her tits. They must have been at least a DD cup in the pictures and I glanced down to her chest to double check it was the same woman. Mrs Johnson managed to cover her impressive chest with demure clothes and without seeing the photos I wouldn't have even begun to think the thoughts that were now running through my head. We got to the last set of photos and I recognised the fifteen year old Pete and saw yet another image of this bikini clad babe; I realised that it was only five years before and could have only been a few months before Mr Johnson had died. "I expect you miss your husband very much," I said thinking out loud. "Yes, I do especially this time of year," Mrs Johnson replied quietly. "I bet Peter does too," I said. "Yes we used to have lovely Christmases together," she said. "But I suppose I liked the New Year best as it's my birthday. Tom and I would spend the day together as it was guaranteed that he would not be dragged away for work." I let her continue as she seemed to want to talk. "When Peter came along we would drop him over to his grandparents on New Year's Eve and have the day to ourselves. Peter never minded as he was spoilt terribly by them," a smile spread across her face, "Tom would wake me with breakfast in bed. Boiled eggs and marmite soldiers, my favourite, plus a glass of Bucks Fizz!" she said. "He would make sure I had my cards and presents to open, we would cuddle up and make plans for the year. Then we would...." her voice trailed off. "Do what married couples do," she said after a pause. Tears were streaming down her cheeks so I put my arm around her shoulders and she leaned into me. Then her sobbing became louder and all I could do was to hold her close and wait for her to calm down. I sat back in my seat and she snuggled closer and continued sobbing. I could feel her breasts press against my side and my cock began to grow and stiffen but I couldn't shift position without bringing her attention to it. Eventually the long day and cocoa must have kicked in and without knowing I drifted off to sleep. Mrs Johnson must have done the same as when I woke up she was still snuggled up. We had been asleep for nearly an hour I checked my lap for obvious signs of arousal but luckily my cock was not standing too proud so I gently shook her awake. "I think we should go up to bed," I said. "Sorry for the fuss I just made," she said groggily. "It's okay Mrs Johnson, I think you need to have a little cry sometimes," I replied. "You can call me Emily, you know, Mrs Johnson sounds like a school teacher," she said. "Well Emily I think we should both go up to bed and get some sleep," I replied. We took the cups into the kitchen, turned out the lights and I said goodnight to her outside her bedroom and headed up stairs to the top floor. The bedrooms upstairs shared a small en-suite bathroom and I had just walked back into my room when Emily walked in with a bath towel for me in the morning. She was wearing a dressing gown over a long nightdress but her curves were more obvious in the thinner clothes. I had taken off the dressing gown before I went into the bathroom so Emily caught sight of me in just my boxer shorts. She handed the towel to me and paused looking down at the bulge in my boxers caused by my 'lazy lob' from earlier. "I've brought you a towel for the morning," she said. Then she reached up and kissed my cheek. "I hope I didn't embarrass you earlier, goodnight," Emily said. "No, goodnight, sleep well," I replied as I awkwardly returned her kiss on the cheek trying to avoid brushing my now stirring cock against her body. When she had gone I turned out the light and slipped under the covers feeling my cock expanding and stiffening. I rolled over hoping my erection would subside but it just kept throbbing. Guiltily I fantasised about Mrs Johnson's tits as I stroked my cock hard until I came; pumping semen out of my pulsing cock. I quickly went to the bathroom to mop up my seed then crawled back to bed and fell into a deep sleep. The next morning I was woken by a knock on the bedroom door and just managed to pull the bed covers over me as Mrs Johnson walked in. My normal 'morning glory' was pulsing beneath the sheets as she brought my dry clothes from the laundry room. "I'm making some breakfast if you want to come down before your shower?" she said. "That would be nice, I'll come down in a minute," I replied. When she left I went into the bathroom to try to shrink my erection so that it was less noticeable under my borrowed dressing gown. It was about nine-thirty on the Sunday morning as we sat drinking tea and talking. She asked about my family. I gave her the complicated potted history of how my mum and dad had met and how much older he was and all of the kids they had. I noticed the same sad look come across her face as the night before. "Tom was fifteen years older than me and we both wanted to have a big family," she said. "Why didn't you?" I asked. Then as tears welled up in her eyes I realised my stupidity for asking a personal question. "Sorry I'm upsetting you again with my stupid questions," I said. She sniffed back the tears. "No I'm just over emotional, I should be able to talk about it after all this time," she replied. She told me how she had miss-carried her second baby after four weeks and her third after six weeks. The second miscarriage had been quite serious and Tom decided that they should be happy with just having Peter as he could not imagine a life without her. We sat in silence for a short while then I put my arms around her and hugged her to my chest. I felt her begin to weep quietly as she returned the hug. I had to twist my body away from hers to avoid embarrassment as I felt my cock stirring and hardening. When the tears stopped she raised her face and kissed my cheek like the previous night. "I have never spoken about it with anyone but Tom even Peter doesn't know he could have had brothers and sisters," she murmured. "I think you should try to tell him, it might make him understand you a little better," I said. "I'm not sure, he seems to resent not having brothers and sister like most of his friends and I think he won't like not being told before," she replied. I was still holding her close when we heard footsteps on the stairs and Mrs Johnson jumped and pushed me away. She started clearing the plates and cups as Pete came into the kitchen. "Morning how's the head?" I said loudly. Pete groaned. "Awful, I didn't know you stayed?" he replied. I reminded him of the incident the night before as Mrs Johnson stayed silent while she made more tea and some toast for Pete. Pete checked my split lip and promised to buy me a beer to say sorry. I suggested we meet the next day as I was going into London to do my last-minute Christmas shopping and would be close to his office. "Are you still coming to the New Year party at the pub, since your girlfriend has gone back to Australia?" Pete asked. "I'm not sure since I'll be the only one without a date. Even Phil is taking the girl he met at his last DJ'ing gig!" I said. "Well it would be a shame to waste your money. Terry won't let you have a refund," said Pete. I looked across the kitchen at Mrs Johnson. "Mrs Johnson, would you like to come to the New Year's Eve party as my guest?" I asked. Pete looked horrified, "Mum won't want to come out with us!" he declared. "Well it's not just us and we owe her an apology for last night's mess," I replied. Mrs Johnson spoke up, "Kevin I told you last night that you can call me Emily and if I am going to be your date you can't call me Mrs Johnson all evening. It will make a nice change, I accept!" she said. "I promise not to cramp your style Peter. It would be nice to get to know Emma a little better," she continued. She looked at Pete, "Your friends can stay the night here if they want to. It will save them trying to get taxis home." "Well I was going to stay over at Julie's with Andy and Emma," Pete replied, "As you normally like to spend New Year on your own." "That's okay," Mrs Johnson replied, "Kevin, you can still stay over, and it would be nice to have a little company?" "Yes, I would like that. Last year I had to walk home as the taxis were booked solid," I said with a smile, "It took me nearly three hours but at least I sobered up!" Mrs Johnson left Pete and I in the kitchen and went off to have a shower and get dressed. Pete looked at me accusingly. "What did you have to invite her for?" he asked. "Now she knows I am staying overnight with Emma she will be trying to make me feel guilty," he said. "No she won't. Your Mum has been lonely since your Dad died. I thought it might be nice to invite her," I said, "Anyway it's her birthday the next day, don't you want to be here for that?" "She never wanted me around before Dad died and she stays in her room for most of the day," replied Pete with a hint of venom in his voice. "I have even got her a present, this year!" he continued. "Well there's still time," I said. "I've spent all my money on Emma's Christmas presents, so Mum will have to wait until I get paid in January!" he said. I excused myself and went upstairs to shower and change. When I came back down Pete had gone back to bed and Mrs Johnson was in the living room. She turned around when I opened the door her hair was still wet and combed back off her face. She looked stunningly beautiful even without make-up; her dark hair and eyes gave her a Mediterranean look. She was wearing an open necked blouse over a mid-length skirt; her curves were accentuated and she seemed brighter. "You look nice," I said, "You are okay with me asking you to the party?" "Yes, it was very good of you, I will look forward to it," she smiled, "I think Peter was annoyed, he probably thinks I will be spying on him all evening." Loving Emily "He thinks you might make him feel guilty about staying over at Julie's with Emma," I told her. "I will try not to mention it," she said, "They are grown-ups and I won't interfere." "I will try to talk to Peter tomorrow when I meet with him in London," I told her. "I better get off home. Have a nice Christmas and I will pick you up at seven o'clock on New Year's Eve." "You have a nice time too and I will try to be ready when you come around!" she said smiling. She showed me out and I felt her eyes follow me down the drive before she closed the front door. ******** I met Pete the following day and tried talking to him about his relationship with his Mum and about how he felt about his Dad's death. He changed the subject constantly until I gave up and we chatted about the arrangements for New Year. Pete was going to meet Emma, Julie and Andy at Julie's before going to the pub and Phil would be setting up the disco so I agreed to meet his mum and walk round when she was ready. Before I left I offered to pick up a present for him for his mother's birthday but he refused telling me she didn't seem to care about getting gifts since his Dad died. ******** I arrived at a quarter to seven on New Years' Eve just as Pete was leaving to go around to Julie's. He let me in and told me to put my overnight bag in the room upstairs. Then as he headed out the door he said, "She has been getting ready for most of the afternoon but I reckon she could be some time yet!" "Well if you're there first get me a beer in," I joked. As I came back downstairs Mrs Johnson opened her bedroom door. "Oh Kevin, I thought that might be you, can you help with the zipper on this dress?" she asked. "Of course Emily," I replied as she turned he back. The skin on her back was smooth and sallow from lack of sun compared to the dark tan she had in the pictures she had shown me. I noticed the silky lace straps of her black bra and I began to speculate if all her underwear matched. Carefully I pulled the zipper up and did up the catch. "Thank you kind sir, now you can do up my necklace," she said offering the ends to me. After helping her with the necklace she sent to wait downstairs saying she would only be a few more minutes. Finally she came into the living room about ten minutes later. I stared at her eventually saying, "Emily, you look absolutely beautiful!" She had her hair up showing off her elegant neck, her obviously expensive black cocktail dress shaped her breasts and showed a discrete amount of cleavage. The dress shaped into her neat waist and stopped just above her knee. I couldn't tell if she was wearing tights or stockings but either way my cock was twitching just thinking about the options. Emily was wearing three and a half inch stiletto heels which brought her height to nearly 5' 10". "Shall we go?" she asked. "Are you okay to walk in those shoes?" I asked, "Or shall I get a taxi?" "I'll be fine if we walk slowly, it might be a few years since I worn heels this high but I used to all the time. Anyway I couldn't wear any lower heels or I would get a crock in my neck trying to talk to you all night," she replied smiling. The smile made her look even more beautiful and she looked like a woman in her late twenties. We took our time walking to the pub as she held on to my arm. We talked easily about our Christmases and I mentioned how my chat to Pete had not gone very well. She said it must have had some effect as Pete had been less moody and they had not argued once. Emily asked me about my previous girlfriend and I found myself telling her about our short intense relationship. I was surprised when she said, "You are probably quite experienced with women?" I just smiled and changed the subject. The evening went quickly and even Pete was surprised how different his Mum was and told me he was pleased I had invited her. Just after eleven Phil started easing the music to the slow dances. Emily and I had danced to some of the faster rock and roll and seventies music but as the tunes slowed down we took a break and walked outside for fresh air. "I've had a very nice time tonight," said Emily, "It has been the first time I have been able to enjoy myself for a long time." "I'm glad you came with me," I replied, "You're the most beautiful woman here tonight and I am happy you have enjoyed it." Emily smiled, looked at me, stepped closer and kissed me gently on the mouth. I held her closer for a moment before she broke away. "Let's go back inside," she suggested. As we reached our table we saw Pete and Emma dancing close and kissing passionately. I thought Emily was going say she wanted to leave but she surprised me. "Aren't you going to ask me to dance?" she asked smiling again. "Sorry I thought you might want to go home," I said. "It's not midnight yet and I have a handsome man to dance with. Why would I want to go home?" she teased. I led her to the crowded dance floor and held her close as she rested her head on my chest and we moved to the music. Her arms pulled me closer and I felt her breath on my neck. "This is nice being in your arms," she whispered and kissed my neck briefly. I felt my cock bulging and pressing into Emily's midriff. I moved away hoping that she hadn't noticed but she pulled me back. "Don't worry, it feels nice," she murmured, "I didn't think I would still be able to have that effect on a man." "Your body feels so good against me, I can't control it," I whispered. She smiled and kissed my neck again. We lost track of how long we danced so close together and we were both surprised when the music stopped and the lights went up as everyone got ready for the countdown to midnight. The moment was lost as the New Year celebrations kicked off and soon everyone was moving around the crowded room hugging and kissing. As the celebrations died down people began to gather coats and start leaving. Emily and I met the others outside in the pub car park and said goodnight as they headed towards Julie's house. Slightly worse for wear Julie shouted, "You will definitely have your hands full Mrs Johnson, if the rumours are true!" "What rumours are those, Kevin?" asked Emily with a smile on her face. "I don't know what she means, I think she's a little drunk," I replied feeling my face flush. We walked back slowly arm in arm with Emily nestling against my side. When we reached the house Emily stopped and looked up at the neighbours windows. "I wonder what they will think if they know I've brought a young man back to stay," she teased, "and on the first date too!" "Would you like to go on another date?" I asked. "I'll tell you tomorrow, let's get inside first," she replied opening the door. We went into the living room but Emily just collected two tumblers and handed a bottle of Whiskey to me. "Come upstairs and have a night cap in my room," she said, "We can talk for a while." She took my hand and led the way upstairs to her bedroom. The room was bathed in a glow from an open fire. Although they had central heating throughout the house each main room including the bedrooms had open fireplaces. "I'll pour the drinks, while you put a couple of logs on the fire," she instructed. The fireplace had a pair of old fashioned armchairs either side of a luxurious rug and on the mantelpiece I saw two photos one of Tom on a beach holding a very young Pete in his arms and one of Emily and Tom together at what I assumed had been a formal dinner. I added a couple of logs to the fire and it roared back to life casting shadows on the walls. Emily brought the two tumblers of whiskey and placed them on a table next to one of the armchairs. Emily patted the armchair indicating I should sit down and then she sat on the rug and leant on my thigh nursing a tumbler of whiskey. "We would sit here, sip whiskey and talk for hours after a night out," she said more to herself than me. "What would you talk about?" I asked. "Normally we spoke about Peter, how he was growing or progressing at school. Sometimes Tom would talk about his work. But I preferred it when we talked about what we wanted to do for each other," she mused. I stroked her neck tenderly and heard her sigh contentedly. "Do you want to know what I would like to do for you?" She asked. "I hope it's something nice," I replied. "Unzip my dress," she whispered. I popped the clasp and pulled the zipper down to the small of her back. She stood and shrugged the dress off her shoulders revealing her exquisite body clad in black silky underwear with lace trim, suspender belt and black silk stockings. Emily stood tall in her stiletto heels and slowly turned giving me a full view of her body. She pulled me up from the armchair and began to unbutton my shirt kissing my chest as she exposed the skin. I ran my hands over her body and felt an electric rush when my fingers touched her soft skin. Emily leant in and kissed my lips pushing her tongue into my mouth. Her fingers tugged at my belt then unfastened my trousers letting them fall to the floor. I pulled her closer to feel her skin on mine and my cock stiffened in my boxer shorts pressing against her midriff. As she felt my stiff erection press against her body, Emily moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss. I slid my hand over her buttocks and pulled her hips to mine grinding our pubic areas together. We ground our hips into each other as we kissed deeply until I sank to the floor pulling her with me. We lay on the rug not breaking the deep kisses running our hands over each other's bodies exploring crevices and mounds. I broke the kisses, "I want you so much!" I moaned breathlessly. I don't think I had ever wanted to make love so passionately before; my cock was straining and twitching eager for release. "Oh god Tom I want you inside me!" Emily groaned as she pulled my head to her breasts. It felt like a bright light was suddenly switched on as the name Tom registered in my brain. "Emily, it's me Kevin not Tom," I blurted out. She paused and then I saw the shocked look on her face and then she crumpled in my arms as the tears flowed and her body shook uncontrollably. The spell was broken and all I could do was to hold this fragile, beautiful woman close as she sobbed. "Emily, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have let it get this far," I mumbled, "I wanted you so much I didn't think about your feelings!" "It's not your fault," she sobbed, "I just wanted it to be Tom making love to me just one more time!" "Just do it to me," she continued, "I don't care I shouldn't have led you on!" I knew at that moment with my cock throbbing and eager to get some action that I had begun to fall in love with this woman in front of me and I wouldn't force her to make love until she really wanted to make love to me. "Emily I care about you and as much as I want to enjoy your body I won't force you!" I said as I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I held her a moment longer then stood pulling her to her feet and led her to her bed. I helped her remove her shoes and stockings then get under the bed covers. I stayed with her holding her until the sobbing subsided and she appeared to be asleep. "I think I have fallen in love with you Emily, but I would never try to take you away from Tom," I whispered assuming she couldn't hear. My words were more to make me feel less guilty having encouraged her to betray the memory of her dead husband. When I was sure she was fast asleep I gathered my clothes and went upstairs to my room. Ashamed as I am to admit it I cried myself to sleep without even trying to placate my still erect penis. I woke with a start in the morning unsure where I was and I felt emotionally drained as I checked the clock. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower and was in two minds whether to slip out of the house quietly or to wait until Emily was awake and try to say sorry. As I dried off I saw the card and present I had brought for her birthday and decided to take her breakfast and give her the present. I slipped on clean boxers and Tom's old dressing gown and went down to the kitchen. As quietly as I could I boiled a couple of eggs and made some toast and laid them out on a tray. I found a small bottle of champagne in the fridge and some orange juice which I mixed in a jug and put it and a single champagne flute on the tray. I also placed my card and present on the tray and took it upstairs to her room. I knocked and slipped into her room without waiting for a reply and found her stirring as I approached the bed. She must have got up in the night as she was wearing a light silk dressing gown. "Happy birthday Emily, I've brought you breakfast and a present," I said trying to sound normal. "Kevin, thank you," she said with an awkward smile. I let her sit up and pull her dressing gown together and placed the tray over her lap. She patted the bed beside her, "Come sit next to me, we can share!" She lifted the tray as I sat on the bed and shuffled close so the tray sat across both our laps. Our shoulders were pressed together so I lifted my arm and placed it around her shoulder allowing her to edge closer and lean against my body. Emily dipped her marmite soldier in one of the boiled eggs and she fed it to me. She smiled affectionately, "So you like marmite soldiers too?" "Mmm," I murmured with my mouth full. I tried to return the favour but clumsily fed her the next soldier dipped in egg and smeared some on her chin. I wiped the egg from her chin with my finger but before I took my hand away Emily touched my hand and guided the eggy finger to her mouth and licked it clean. She smiled naughtily, "Sorry, I couldn't resist. " We fed each other until all the soldiers were gone. Then I poured Emily a glass of Buck's Fizz and handed it to her. "Happy Birthday," I said again. She took a sip and turned her head to me, "I'm sorry about last night," she said as she kissed my cheek. "So am I!" I replied, "I should have thought about your feelings before I encouraged you." "No, it was my fault I was nervous all yesterday about coming out with you so I kept telling myself to pretend it was a date with Tom," she insisted. "I didn't think I would enjoy the evening so much without him but you made me feel properly happy for the first time since his death." She paused then said, "When I brought you up here I wanted to recreate the times I had with Tom but I got carried away with the moment and fooled myself into thinking you were Tom. When you stopped me I felt stupid and ashamed that I was lying to myself." "I don't want you to think I just wanted to have sex with you Emily," I replied, "I do care for you and I should have realised you are not ready to love someone else yet." She put a finger to my lips to make me be quiet. "No, I'm sorry I didn't realise it was you I wanted to make love to me," she whispered, "I have never been with a man other than Tom and never had feelings for anyone else until the other night when you were kind to me and listened to my woes." She continued, "I have been thinking about you since then but felt guilty as though I was being unfaithful to Tom." Emily placed her hand on my stomach and rested her head on my chest. I expected her to begin crying but she kissed my chest gently and pulled open my dressing gown and moved her mouth to my nipple and sucked it into her mouth sending a tingle through my body. I pulled her close as my cock reacted to her kisses. "Stop a moment," I said. "Why," she said confused. "Let me move the tray before we get covered in food and Bucks Fizz," I replied smiling, "Unless you like having food and drink licked from your body?" "That sounds nice, but maybe we should save it until later," Emily replied smiling. I took the tray and put it on the table across the room and turned back as Emily said, "Wait take your clothes off and let me see your body." I peeled off Tom's dressing gown and pushed my boxer shorts to the floor and my erect cock sprang free. "Oh I now know what Julie was trying to tell me last night, I think I will have my hands full and not just my hands," Emily said with a cheeky grin. She pulled the covers back, "Come give me a happy birthday!" she commanded. Emily laid back her silk dressing gown still covering her body as I climbed on the bed and knelt over her. She reached out and grasped my cock feeling it's stiffness and I touched my lips to hers kissing her gently then as her fingers explored the length and girth of my cock I slowly planted kisses on her neck moving down to her breasts. Her dressing gown parted to reveal her sallow skin down to her navel my kisses followed the line formed by the silky cloth only held in place by a loosely knotted belt. I used my teeth to pull the knot free and the gown spread further apart revealing her small tuft of pubic hair above her shaven pussy. Emily's eyes were closed and little sighs escaped from her mouth as I continued my kisses down to her pussy. Her legs parted as my mouth covered her little tuft of hair and her pussy lips unfolded slightly releasing a waft of her musky scent. My cock twitched and leaked some pre-cum as Emily gripped it tighter her breathing quickened as if anticipating the next level of pleasure. I changed from kisses to licks tracing the outline of her pussy and her sighs changed to moans. After two circuits of her pubic area I flicked my tongue over her moist lips experiencing the tang of her juices on my tongue. Her hips were squirming under me and her free hand cradled my head directing me to where she needed my tongue. "Please lick me there!" Emily moaned. Pressed my tongue on her clit and swirled it making her arch her back and pant. A few flicks from the tip of my tongue induced loud moans and her hips pushed upwards. "Oh yes, I'm cumming now!" she groaned as her body stiffened and her breathing quickened further. Lost in her pleasure she released her grip on my cock and used both hands to pull my head right up against her pussy. Her orgasms rolled through her in waves making her gasp and moan alternately until she began to push my head away. "No more," she pleaded weakly and pulled my head up. I rested my head on her stomach and could hear her heartbeat flickering as she calmed down her hands stroking my hair and cheek gently. When she regained her composure she pulled my head up and I moved up the bed to cradle her in my arms. "It's been a long time since I have felt so nice inside," she whispered, "now I am going to do something for you." Emily pulled her dressing gown off her shoulders and tugged the belt free then she took my hands and looped the belt around my wrists. I looked at her quizzically and she smiled, "Relax and let me take control." Tying my hands loosely she lifted my arms over my head and looped the belt over a hook on the brass bedstead. Emily straddled me and leaning over me kissed my lips then moved down to my nipples teasing them with her mouth and teeth. It was my turn to moan with pleasure as my cock hardened against her thigh. Emily slid her wet pussy lips along the shaft of my cock and gasped as its head nudged her clitoris. She leant over and her beautiful naked breasts squashed against my chest and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my flesh. I thought she was going to mount my cock but instead she slid down my body and trapped my cock between her breasts and began to rock gently back and forth. My moans got louder and closer together as I felt my spunk rising; Emily could feel my cock pulsing between her breasts. "Cum on my breasts, my darling," she commanded. I couldn't hold back and a loud groan escaped me and I came violently send a shot of spunk over her breasts, chin and hair. She laughed and milked my cock until it softened then she moved up my body smearing both of us in my semen. Then she kissed me deeply making me taste my own seed. Emily broke the kiss and pushed her nipples at my mouth and I licked more spunk from then making her moan. Loving Emily I began to wriggle free of the belt but Emily stopped me, "Not yet darling, I haven't finished." Emily slid down my body again and licked up more spunk as she made her way to my semi-hard cock. She reversed her position and straddled me in the '69' position. Her lips kissed my cock and then her tongue went to work up and down the shaft. Her pussy was jiggling near my face and I craned my neck forward to lap at her opening. Emily stretched back to give me better access allowing me to push my tongue between her slick lips. We licked and probed each other our moans getting louder seemingly urging each other onwards. Emily raised her head and pushed back gasping and I felt a spurt of juices dribble over my chin. "Oh my," she moaned and sat back further sinking her hips my tongue slipped from her pussy and across the sensitive skin to her arsehole. Emily gasped again and moaned as I probed around her hole then she reach behind and pulled her arse cheeks apart, "Do it again, it feels so good!" My neck was aching but I kept up the probing until Emily came with a long moan and dropped her head back to my lap. She rested a while then took my cock head in her mouth making a muffled groaning noise. She swirled her tongue around the tip then eased back and turned her body around to face me. "You're too thick to get in my mouth properly," she panted slightly out of breath. "Don't worry it felt great," I soothed, "I want to be inside you now." "Yes darling but I will have to go slowly, you're bigger than Tom," she murmured sounding nervous. "Emily, if you're unsure, I understand." I said, "Untie me and we can just hold each other." She looked relieved as she loosened the belt and lay next to me. I held her to me and pulled the covers over our naked bodies. She went to kiss my mouth but I put my fingers to her lips. "I think my breath may taste bad after where my tongue has been," I smiled. "We could both do with a wash," Emily replied, "let me run a bath and we can share it." "Just a lie next to me a little while longer," I said. We cuddled closer for a few minutes then the telephone beside the bed rang and Emily sat up to answer it. "Oh Peter, thank you," she said, "I was just about to get up; I expect Kevin is still asleep upstairs," she lied. "No that's okay; I will be fine on my own until you get in later. Have fun!" she said before putting the phone down. She looked at me, "Well we have the day to ourselves, let's have that bath now." Emily ran the bath and I went up to my room to freshen my mouth. When I returned she was soaking in the bubbles; she scooted forward and allowed me room to slip in behind her. I wrapped my legs and arms around her and she laid back on me. My cock grew as soon as it touched her flesh and she took my hand and placed it between her legs. I slowly massaged her pussy pressing the heel of my hand on her pubic bone before slipping a finger into her. I worked my finger in and out as she became slick with juices again then put another finger inside. Emily placed her hand over mine and began to control the pace of my finger thrusts. I put a thumb on her clitoris and massaged her nipples with my other hand. I recognised the signs of her next orgasm and as it erupted I felt her fingernails dig into my thigh. Water splashed over the edge of the bath as she thrashed about moaning with ecstasy. When Emily nestled back as the last of the waves of pleasure subsided my stiff cock pressed against the crack of her arse. "I think I'm ready to for your cock, take me from behind," she said getting to her knees in the water. Emily braced herself on the sides of the bath as I manoeuvred behind her a rubbed the head of my cock along her pussy lips. "I haven't got a rubber," I said realising she was probably not taking any birth control. "It should be fine," she breathed, "Please I just want you to do it to me." I engaged the tip of my cock and pushed forward making Emily wince. I stopped but she pushed back indicating she was okay I withdrew slightly then eased forward deeper this time. Gradually I worked my cock up to the hilt eliciting moans of desire with each thrust. We began to get a rhythm going making more waves of water splash over the edge of the bath. The bath foam splashed over the cheeks of Emily's bum and I ran my thumb up and down the crack massaging the foam into her sensitive skin. I probed her arsehole with the tip of my thumb and she gasped as I breached her ring. "God, yes keep doing that!" Emily groaned. I reached around her and clasped her breast and felt my spunk rising. I quickened the pace and groaned as I buried my cock and thumb to their hilts. I felt my cock pulsing through the thin internal skin as I released a spurt of semen. Emily's body shook as she came again and I thrust into a few more times spurting more seed each time. When we were both spent I pulled my softening cock from her and wrapped her in my arms. I could feel her chest heaving and her heart thumping. She turned her head and nuzzled against my neck. We stood and carefully stepped out of the bath to avoid the puddles on the floor. I wrapped a towel around her and whispered, "I love you Emily." She held on to me for a moment then said, "I think I'm falling in love with you too!" We went back to her bed and still damp snuggled under the covers and fell asleep. We made love twice more that day each time a little more tenderly. As the sun disappeared we got up to have some supper both of us tired and a little sore. We sat in the kitchen snuggled as close as we could until I knew I had to leave before Pete returned home. "Have you enjoyed your birthday?" I asked. "Yes, it's been the best day for a long time," Emily replied. She was silent for a while then said, "I don't want Peter to know about us; I don't think he will handle it very well." I tightened my arms around her, "I know, but I want to see you again soon." "So do I, but we will need to be discrete," Emily replied. We embraced and I kissed her deeply slipping my hands under her dressing gown. I felt her nipples harden against my chest as my cock stiffened against her belly. I lifted her onto the breakfast bar and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I entered her easily making her moan with pleasure once more. In spite of her soreness she bucked her hips against me her feet pulling me into her controlling the rhythm of our love-making. Emily came first the earlier exertions delay my release but after a few more thrusts I stiffened and ejaculated. I doubt if there was much spunk left but my balls tightened and released whatever they had. We stayed entwined until I felt Emily's body shaking and I thought she was crying but then she laughed out loud. "Oh my, I never knew I could put the kitchen surface to such good use!" she giggled. ******** Our affair lasted for about three months until Pete caught us together in her bed one afternoon. We had fallen asleep after making love and he had meant to be staying with Emma but they had argued. The fallout was quite dramatic and Emily ended the affair to protect her relationship with Pete. Six months later Emily wrote to me to explain her decision and to tell me that at the time of our split she had been pregnant but lost the baby as she had the other (recklessly we didn't use birth control). She asked me never to try to contact her as she could not handle the pain of seeing me again. Needless to say Pete never spoke to me again but he also never mentioned the incident to Emma and refused to tell her why we had fallen out .Gradually I lost touch with my school friends as we all grew older but whenever I think of those days I always regret losing Emily and my best friend.