SETH
I was having a hard time believing that this was actually happening.
She'd asked me to kiss her and then moaned asking for more. If Emily had shown any signs that she wanted me to stop, I would have. No matter how drunk I could get, I knew my limits and when a girl said no, I would stop, no questions asked.
But she'd asked for it. One thing had led to another, and before I could comprehend what we were about to do, I was on top of Emily, kissing her as if my life depended on it.
Kissing wasn't even the word I'd use for it.
I'd been feasting on her. Plain and simple.
I'd turned into a starved man dying to take whatever I could get.
I kissed, licked, and nibbled her sensitive skin in no particular order. I knew for sure I'd probably left some mark on her unintentionally. I'd been so caught up with trying to possess her, I'd lost my composure.
I wanted to stop but couldn't. I could feel it, the desire so potent, that my hands shook over her waist as I glided down to her bellybutton, nibbling and kissing her.
Her fingers dug deeper into my hair, her long nails scraping against my skull but that was a good kind of pain, I liked my Emily playing rough with me.
I reached her pussy. The thin silk fabric was covering it, but I could smell her arousal. Feeling like a coke addict fresh out of rehab, who'd accidentally walked into a warehouse that cooked drugs, I went down on my haunches, pulled her thighs apart, and put my mouth on her pussy, sniffing loudly. My tongue traced a deliberate wet trail over the fabric.
"Seth!" She cried out.
Control wasn't one of my strongest suits.
Emily was saying something to me but I couldn't hear her because I was too invested in trying to devour her pussy for dessert.
I caught the edge of her panties between my teeth and started tugging at it desperately when I was suddenly caught off-guard by a hard shove that landed me on my butt on the carpeted floor.
Emily had pushed me away and she made a dead run out of the living area leaving me to wonder what just happened.
And there was only one answer I could find.
I'd gone too far and she hadn't liked it.
Fuck!
My head buzzed with the rejection. I wasn't as much angry as I was confused and shocked about what I had done wrong.
Did I miscalculate something?
Uneasiness spread through me. If I saw hurt, or regret on her face for what we had done, I would never forgive myself.
I climbed to my feet and followed the way she'd disappeared in. I needed to talk to her and apologize once I was sober.
The light of the hallway bathroom was switched on. I stepped inside and found her kneeling on the floor, throwing up in the toilet.
"Shit! Emily!" I went to help her.
She threw up everything. I stood behind her and pulled all her hair away from her face as she continued retching dry heaves.
She was obviously sick and that was the reason she'd pushed me away. That kind of made me feel better. I was a bad person to think this way but it was better than Emily telling me she didn't enjoy or regret what we'd been doing.
"Go away, Seth!" She grumbled.
"I'm going to stay right here beside you whether you like it or not."
*~*
EMILY
Seth stood with me the entire time that I spent throwing up in the toilet.
This had been my worst nightmare.
How ironic was that? A few minutes ago, I was living my dream.
A girl would never want the love of her life to watch her throwing up in a toilet, much less making gorilla sounds that would wake up a jungle, but that was exactly what was happening to me.
I'd been mere seconds away from having Seth Monroe's tongue inside my pussy, and I would possibly have gotten more than that i.e his massive dick but luck was not in my favor.
He'd held my hair with such care while I heaved and later cleaned me up with a wet towel. I had no strength left inside my body so I sagged against the bathroom counter. He slid his hand around my waist, and supported my body as he led me to my bedroom upstairs.
The time on the mantle said it was past two a.m, Seth had found some meds for the after-effects of the alcohol. I protested for a bit, I was whiny when I was drunk and I tried to pull him towards me for a kiss to resume what was going on, but he politely rejected my advances.
Finally, I downed the meds with a glass of water.
When he put me to bed, I remember mumbling things to him and was rewarded with a smile. The funny part was, I didn't know what I'd said. I could only hope it wasn't anything embarrassing like a story from third grade when Walter had dropped his pencil and when I bent to pick it, he’d pulled my skirt up.
I was still topless but didn’t care anymore. He placed my legs onto the bed and pulled the comforter to my chin. He brushed my hair away from my face, tenderly, and even kissed my forehead.
Some housekeeper he was. Bet it was impossible to find one like him.
If there was another guy in place of Seth, I’m sure he would have tried to maul me regardless that I was still kinda drunk.
But Seth was a gentleman in disguise. And I loved him even more for that.
“Good night, Emily-Mae,” He said softly, letting go of my hand and standing up to leave.
I recalled the endless nights of me being alone in this house. Apart from Ruth, there was no one else but even with her, I’d never shown her my vulnerable side. She’d done her duty as the housekeeper, kept a close eye on me, and retreated to the studio after her job was done. I lay in bed, sometimes sick, sometimes depressed dealing with everything on my own.
I didn’t want to be alone tonight.
I reached out and clenched his hand, desperately, “Don’t leave me!”
“Emily…” He began.
“Stay with me…please…” I pleaded, “I don’t want to be alone!”
“Alright.” He said with a smile. “Give me a few minutes, okay? I’ll be back.”
I watched him disappear from the room and I thought he wasn’t coming back. Tears blinded my vision. I wasn’t usually this emotional. Seth probably thought of me as this rich bratty girl who threw a fit if things didn’t go in her favor.
I quickly stopped sobbing when he returned with his cellphone which he placed on my bedside table and climbed into bed.
My bed.
He turned off the night lamp and I thanked all the angels in heaven for this day, watching his large body slid under the covers with me. I turned on my side to face him in bed, and he did the same.
We stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours. I wasn’t imagining his soft gaze on me. Every inch of my body craved for him. He wiped my tears with his thumb and in return, I kissed his palm. I heard him hiss and whisper a few things. Without another word, I went to snuggle with him, wrapping my arms around his body, not caring that my huge bare breasts were pressed against his hard chest.
I placed my head on his shoulder and felt another warm kiss pressing against my forehead. My heart soared and a tingling feeling tightened my chest.
He smelled of mint so I knew he’d brushed his teeth. I was tempted to kiss him again, but my head was buzzing and I probably stank of the puke so I knew the kiss would have to wait until tomorrow when I was fresh as a daisy.
I felt the hardness through his boxers, his fingers soothingly running through my hair and then tracing patterns on my back.
It had to be the best night of my life.
*~*
SETH
When I heard the footsteps heading downstairs, my nerves spiked up. I’d never been in a situation like this before. The girls that I used to be with were only there for sex, and the cuddling or sharing of a bed never happened, but Emily was completely new territory.
Not only was she the daughter of my mom’s boss, but also my friend. And we’d taken the “Dare game” too far last night. We’d kissed, messed around a little and I’d come so close to fucking her. Literally.
And if that wasn’t enough, I’d also jumped into her bed and then held her close to me. At one point in the night, I’d even let my hands stray to her ass. I just let it stay there, done nothing to molest her but as soon as I woke up in the morning, guilt entered into my system like venom.
It was also a Sunday, which meant I had no reason to quickly go to practice and avoid this conversation.
So here I was, making breakfast for us in the kitchen. I had a whole lot of time for thinking so I’d whipped up a breakfast for the entire town. Hash browns, fried eggs, sausages, pancakes, sliced fruits, and juices.
Emily appeared into the kitchen.
And I waited for the shame in her expressions, the guilt or some sign that she regretted what we’d done.
For her to say ‘Hippity hoppity get off my property’
Instead, she gave me a big smile, “Good Morning. It smells so good in here.”
She’d pulled on an oversized t-shirt, my t-shirt which reached her knees. I’d forgotten to put it on because I was usually only wearing a pair of shorts in the morning.
“Morning. Feeling better?” I asked.
“Fantastic.”
I smiled, “Great. I made a lot of food.” I said indicating towards the spread on the granite counter.
She laughed, “I can see that.”
I waited for the awkward moment. For that line to slide. ‘You know what, Seth, about last night, can we chalk it up as a little mistake? I just got carried away.’
But Emily was full of surprises.
When I turned back to the cooking stove, I almost jumped when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist in a possessive grip.