EMILY
I didn't remember my life ever being exciting. The only exciting moment was going to Disney Land when I was six and meeting Mickey who I had taken a picture with and bragged about it at school for two years straight. The picture was still hanging on the wall by the staircase.
But that had been the most exciting part of the seventeen years of my life, except tonight...
Tonight changed a lot of things.
Watching Seth fall apart under his bedsheets almost came to a tie.
I had knocked once on the door and then decided he'd already slept, I'd opened the door to check.
I was not some stalker, and I didn't make a habit of watching hot guys sleep, and yet my behavior was bordering on somewhat crazy.
I'd been up for an hour thinking about the ghosts, and being mad at Seth for what he'd said. I'd imagined the ghost sitting on top of my wardrobe, then a pair of hands pulling my covers and then I thought, that's it!
Seth was the reason I had to sit through the fucking Conjuring movie, he was going to take responsibility for it. So I went to his room to ask him if he would be willing to sleep in the house, down the hallway in the empty guest room.
I'd walked to his studio, and wanting to have a peek at his sleeping form, I'd opened the door and stood there, transfixed, mesmerized, completely scandalized, utterly speechless, and one hundred and ninety-nine percent turned on by Seth's amazing performance with his stick.
No pun intended. He had a talent with both sticks. Hockey and the one he was holding that very second.
And if I'm so shameless to admit, which I totally am, his dick was impressive. The rumors weren't false. All that smack talk I'd heard when some girls were discussing the dick sizes, they were true. I remembered thinking, why would they do something like that? It was completely unethical and unfair to the boys. Then I heard the boys talking about breast sizes. I was apparently the best on their list regardless of the shit they spoke about my weight.
Guess the boys deserved to get their dicks measured. I had no qualms.
I never thought I'd see proof of it.
Seth was in the big leagues, he was biiigggg...the boy was strong and powerful, and his member was long and thick.
And I kid you not, I would have thrown wads of cash flying on his bed if I carried some in my pocket.
I watched him squeeze, his Adam's apple bobbing, his eyes closed and face scrunched up, working towards his release.
Watch, Emily, every little detail. This is the closest you will come to watching live porno.
And then he moaned in that husky voice, "just like that...take me deeper, baby..."
Take my money!
I felt envious of the girl that he was imagining.
I watched him come, unable to take my eyes off him, I don't think I had blinked even once.
When it was over, I planned on leaving, until he heard the sound and looked up.
He stared at me, his chest and stomach covered in his cum, his hard dick softening, his forest-green eyes piercing through me.
Seth jumped off from the bed, grabbing for the white sheets to cover himself.
"Emily! Oh, shit!" He cursed, his eyes staring at me in horror as the realization hit him in the face like a bucket of ice water.
And like a chicken, I ran.
I took off from there, not stopping to wait and face him, not waiting to see his explanation or the barrage of 'how could you invade my privacy like that?'
Because I had crossed all the limits of decency. I could have shut the door as soon as I'd seen what he was doing, but I had stopped and waited until the end like those Marvel fans who waited in the movie theater to see if there was any more content after the end credits rolled.
I had become greedy to watch Seth at his most vulnerable.
I never ran this hard in my life, never took part in a marathon.
And all it had taken to run so fast was Seth naked and beating his meat.
I went inside my room and locked it. Seconds later, I heard the loud thumping of footsteps stomping outside of my bedroom.
"Emily-Mae!" He called me. "Can we please talk?" He sounded agitated.
I didn't answer. I didn't have it inside me to open the door and face him after that...
He thumped his fists on the door again, yelling, "Emily!"
I plugged in my air-pods and turned up the volume to an obnoxious heavy metal rock band. This is just so I wouldn't tempt myself to open the door because his voice was hella sexy and tempting and Seth was my weakness.
After some time passed, he left me alone.
My mind was not filled with ghosts or witches any longer, and thanks to Seth's amazing performance, my mind was officially a gutter.
I lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling, and tried not to blush too hard. I couldn't help but replay the scene over and over in my head.
He was glorious clothed or naked. I bet his butt was round and smooth like those Papa Roti buns I loved so much.
I was going to have great dreams tonight.
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SETH
FUCK!
What the hell just happened?
When I came back to my room, I headed straight to the bathroom to clean the stickiness on my stomach. I turned on the shower, and stood under the spray trying to mentally prepare myself for the colossal embarrassment that was yet to come to me.
I was still too shocked to comprehend what just happened.
Emily-Mae was standing at the door of my room, she had likely knocked on the door but I hadn't heard her because I was too invested in the fantasy.
Why had she come to visit me in the middle of the night? I'd not only insulted her about her choice of wearing the evening gown but I'd also flashed her my junk. Oh, not just flashed, waved it back and forth. Almost.
I was going to lose this job and Mom was going to take the fall for me.
I turned off the shower and grabbed the towel hanging there furiously.
I imagined Emily sprawled on her big Princess-messy bed, the one that comes with frills and lace, and her pink fancy telephone balanced on one ear while she filed her already perfect nails with the other and told her father, "That new replacement housekeeper is super disgusting. And I want that petty poor boy gone from my house ASAP or I won't be able to get my beauty sleep. I don't want to worry about pervs. Can I fire him, daddy? Puuhhleeeasse?"
I couldn't let that happen.
NOPE.
I had another scene in my head which was even worse, it was of Emily strutting into school in her designer clothing and handing out flyers advertising her brand new merch featuring a naked Seth Monroe in the bed. She would hand them out to the interested girls, those sharks mostly, and say, "I'm charging five hundred dollars for a 30 x 40 photo, including the frame. And a two fifty for a 24 x 30. It's my season discount. Pictures are limited edition. I also take online orders on my website www.sethmonroeisahoe.com."
I couldn't sleep for hours that night thinking of my fate. She wouldn't do something like that, Emily's family came from money, and I mean a LOT of money. She alone had two cars, the red BMW 3 series sedan, and the Cadillac Escalade. Her brother had four, a Lambo, Hummer, a convertible Porsche, and a vintage Aston Martin DB4 because the asshole was a James Bond fan, and had far too much money to throw on luxurious cars. As for the father, he drove a Mercedes SUV.
Oh and these cars were used in this town where this was their main residence, I wasn't sure about other cars in various other mansions or houses. I'd done proper research before I came to visit Emily today, so I knew she was loaded.
And here I was, barely getting by. I had the food on my table, an old truck that was working fine, and I was thankful.
What if she already called her father? As far as I recalled, he was traveling somewhere in Asia due to their business, and it might be morning there right now.
It was highly possible that she'd placed that call and I was going to take the walk of shame.
How would I face my mother when she realized her son was a complete screw-up and got kicked the very first day he joined her work?
I had to fix this before things got out of hands.