I spot Emma leaning against the brick wall outside the Forest Hills station, her short brown hair swaying gently in the autumn breeze. She sees me and waves, her face lighting up with a nervous smile. Just the sight of her gets my dick twitching, man. I’ve lusted for her since the day I laid eyes on her.

Fuckin’ A, Gabs, I tell myself, you’re gonna be pounding that sweet thing soon.

One filthy thought leads to another. I feel a jolt in my chest, or should I say my dick - a mix of excitement and anxiety. My pornographic mind immediately goes to the gutter. I imagine us getting in the back seat of her shitbox Toyota, her hiking up her skirt, straddling me, her lips on mine, her body grinding against me. I can almost feel her heat, hear her moans, taste her sweat.

"Hey, Gabs!" Emma calls out as I approach. Her voice is fast and energetic, like she's been practicing what to say.

"Hi, Emma," I reply, my voice barely above a mumble. I can feel my face turning red, the images in my head refusing to fade.

We start walking to her car, parked a few steps away. "So, um, Gabs, I have a confession to make,” she says nervously.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“Wellll...” She draws the word out. “When I asked you about doing this, I didn’t tell you everything. I mean, I wasn’t totally honest with you.”

Oh, boy. Here we go, I say to myself. Here’s the catch. I should have known that this was too good to be true. She’s gonna’ try to pawn Amway off on me, or some fuckin’ shit like that.

“You see, um..., what I didn’t mention is... this was Pete’s idea," she says, her words tumbling out. "He, uh..., he thinks you're cute."

“So, um, let me get this straight. By cute, are you talking, like, ah...,” I try to think of how to put it, but then Emma just blurts it out.

“He wants to have fucking sex with you, Gabs. He wants to fuck you!” she hissed, every syllable a venomous dart. I ain't the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but even I could see the fire in her eyes, the way her jaw was clenched. This wasn't no casual observation; this was a goddamn explosion waitin' to happen.

“Oh..., ah . . ., I see,” I pause, not wanting to seem too eager. “Yeah, sure, Emma. I like Pete. I’m OK with it,” I say, just matter-of-fact like.

Meanwhile, in my effin head, Bingo! hallelujah! Praise Jesus! Fuckin’ A, Gabs! Fu.. kin’... A!

I stuff my hands in my pockets, trying to act casual. "And what about y-ya, Emma? What do you think?" I ask, my heart pounding.

She looks at me, her cheeks flushed. "Gabs, I, uh..., I've had a thing for you since the minute I laid eyes on ya. And Pete, he's... he's interested too. Said he's bisexual, you know, whatever the fuck that is," she spills, her angry voice crackling.

Holy shit, I think, my mind now filled with images of Pete, his strong hands, his mouth on mine, on Emma's, on both of us. I'm suddenly overwhelmed, my anxiety kicking into high gear. Am I really ready for this?

We reach her car, an old, beat-up Toyota, and get in. Emma turns to me, her eyes searching. "You okay with this, Gabs? Really?"

I take a deep breath, trying to be cool. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just . . . just nervous, I guess," I say, my voice shaking slightly. I lied. I wasn’t nervous. Ok, maybe I was a tiny bit. Mostly though, I was friggin excited.

She smiles, putting her hand on mine, and gives it a quick squeeze. "Thank you, Gabs. For doing this."

As we pull out of the parking lot, Emma's energy fills the car. She's talking a mile a minute, her hands gesturing wildly. I'm only half-listening, my mind still consumed by the porno movie playing in my head. I imagine Emma, her legs spread, my face buried between her thighs. I imagine Pete, his hard fucking my mouth, his eyes hungry. I imagine all three of us, tangled together, sweaty and breathless.

Jesus, Gabby, you're a fuckin’ wreck, man, I think, trying to focus on the conversation.

Emma's voice cuts through my thoughts. "You're quiet, Gabs. What's on your mind?" she asks, glancing at me.

I shift my ass in my seat, trying hard to hide my bonna’. "Just, uh, just thinking about what's g-gonna happen," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sure, I was thinking about it, but not in a normal way, but in my perverted way. Fact was, I had thought about her a lot in “that way“ this summer, when we spent al those hot days at the beach, or hold up in their place, wearing next to nothing. While everyone else was working, we were both unemployed, so we passed the days together, doin’ nothin’. Fuck, if I had a effin’ dime for every time I cummed in the shower thinking of her—ya know the rest.

Emma laughed, a sound that's both nervous and excited. "Yeah, me too. But let's try to relax, Gabs, okay? Let's just see where the night takes us." She puts her hand on mine again, giving it a long squeeze, then resting it there. Her little hand is just inches from my cock.

Do you see now? Do you get it? That’s the way I was. Everything revolved around my cock, my hunger for sex, my need to get off.

I nod, taking a deep breath. Yeah, Gabs, relax. Enjoy the ride. And with that, I push my anxieties aside, ready to embrace whatever the night has in store. I just stare out the window and go to my pornographic fantasy land... again.

Before I knew it, we were at their place in Canton. This was my first time here. Her car crunched up a short dirt driveway, and their home came into view. It's small, tucked neatly into the woods like a secret. The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the worn path leading to the front porch. The house has this cozy, intimate vibe, like it's been waiting all day for company. I can already imagine the three of us crammed inside, bodies pressed tight, breaths mingling. My cock twitches in anticipation.

Jesus, Gabby, get your mind out of the gutter, I scold myself, but my dick has other plans. It's already straining against my jeans, eager to make an impression. Ya know what I’m sayin’.

Emma leads the way inside. The front door swings open to reveal a living room that's all warmth and clutter. There's an old, tiny couch shoved against one wall, an easy chair that's seen better days, and a coffee table littered with magazines. An old console sits against the opposite wall, playing old Motown music. I can hear the soft crackle of a fire burning low in the small fireplace. The scent of woodsmoke mingles with something sweeter, like vanilla. It's homey, inviting, and suddenly I feel like I'm intruding on something sacred.

"Make yourself comfortable, Gabs," Emma says, gesturing to the couch. "I'm just gonna go change real quick. Can you toss another log on the fire?"

She disappears through the kitchen into the bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room. I tend to the fire, then sink down onto the couch, the old cushions wrap me like a hug. I lean back, put my hand on my cock, and let my eyes drift closed. Immediately, my mind is flooded with images of Emma, naked, her body straddling me as we fuck on this couch. I can almost feel her soft skin under my fingertips, hear her breathy moans in my ear. The old springs are creaking beneath us. I suck a pointy nipple into my mouth.

The sound of Emma's voice calling my name snaps me out of my fantasy. "Gabby, can you come here for a sec?"

I stand up, adjusting myself quickly before making my way to the bedroom. Holy shit, man, the sight that greets me nearly knocks me on my ass.

Emma's standing there, lookin’ like a slut in the Frederick's catalog. She’s in this sexy red lace bra and panties set, all curves and smooth skin. Her short brown hair is tousled, framing her face in a way that makes her look both innocent and seductive. I can feel my mouth go dry and my dick go hard as I look her up and down.

Emma's eyes widen in surprise at my reaction. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly self-conscious. Her hands flutter up to cover herself, but she stops, letting them fall to her sides. "I-I thought you might like to see this," she stammers, her cheeks flushing pink.

I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. "Yeah, I do," I manage to croak out. Fuck, Gabby, get it together. But all I can think about is peeling that lace off her, feeling her body against mine, hearing her scream my name.

Emma's fingers fidget with the hem of her panties, her eyes cast downwards. "I thought you might, you know, look away," she admits softly.

I take a step closer, my heart pounding in my chest. "Why would I look away?" I ask, my voice low. I reach out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her breath hitches, and I can see the goosebumps prickling her skin.

She looks up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. "I don't know," she whispers. "I guess I just thought... I mean, I'm not—”

I cut her off with a soft shush, tracing the line of her jaw with my fingertips. "You're beautiful, Emma," I tell her, my voice steady and sure. And in that moment, I fuckin’ know - this night is going to change everything.

Emma's fingers are still fidgeting with the hem of her panties, her nerves practically buzzing in the air. She takes a deep breath, her tits rising and falling in that sexy red bra, and I can't help but follow the movement. She's trying to play it cool, but even an idiot like me can see she’s nervous.

"So, um, I have this too," she says, her voice fast and nervous as she gestures to the bed. I follow her gaze and see a green lace teddy lying there, looking just as sexy and just as friggin' tempting. "Do you, um, do you think I should wear this one or..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing pink as she looks back at me.

I don't even hesitate. I walk over to the bed, my cock throbs in my pants with each step. I pick up the green teddy, the material soft and silky in my hands. I can already imagine how it'll look against Emma's skin, how it'll feel under my fingers. I turn back to Emma, holding the teddy up to her body, my eyes roving over her curves.

"I need to see it up against your skin," I tell her, my voice low and husky. I pass the teddy to her, my fingers brushing against hers, and I swear I feel a spark jump between us.

Emma takes the teddy from me, her eyes wide and her breath hitching slightly. She holds it up to her body, the green lace a stark contrast to her fair skin. I take a step back, my eyes wandering over her, taking in every inch of her body.

"I need to see ya in it," I tell her, my voice firm, leaving no room for argument. I want to see her in it, and then I want to peel it off her, feel her body against mine, hear her scream my name. I can already imagine it, already taste it, and I know, I just friggin' know, that this night is going to change everything.

I'm standing there, watching Emma hold the green teddy up to her body, her eyes darting from me to the lingerie and back again. She's like a friggin' rabbit caught in headlights, all wide eyes and nervous energy. I can see the gears turning in her head, the hem and haw playing out across her face.

"Umm, Gabs, could you maybe, I don't know, step out for a sec while I change?" she asks, her voice all breathy and unsure.

I chuckle, a low sound that rumbles in my chest. "Emma, I'm gonna be seeing you naked one way or another tonight, right? Might as well get comfortable with it now." I can feel the smirk playing on my lips, the heat building in my body as I think about what's to come.

Emma pauses, her mouth opening and closing like a friggin‘ goldfish. She's thinking, I can see it written all over her face. She's weighing the options, the pros and cons, the whole nine yards. I can practically hear the pendulum swinging in her head.

"I mean, yeah, okay," she finally says, her voice still a little shaky. "But, umm, don't like, I don't know, like, ah, stare or anything."

I laugh softly, shaking my head. "No promises, Emma."

She takes a deep breath, her little fingers slipping around the teddy. I can see her hands shaking slightly, and it sends a thrill through me. I'm getting to her, under her skin, and I friggin' love it.

"Here, let me help," I say, stepping behind her. I reach out, my hands going to the clasp of her bra. I can feel her tense, her breath hitching as my fingers brush against her skin. I want her to feel my breath on her neck and the warmth from my body, so I take it slow, make like I’m fumbling with the clasp. After a few seconds, I unhitch it, slip it off her, and toss it onto the bed, my eyes never leaving her.

Emma's arms shoot up, covering her breasts. She's shy, I can see it, feel it, and it's endearing as eff. She shivers, and I know it's not from the cold. I know that she can feel my breath hot against her neck. I can see the goosebumps rising on her skin. I want to reach out, to touch her, to feel her beneath my fingers. But I hold back, for now.

I lean in closer, whisper into her ear, "God, Emma, you're beautiful."

And she friggin' is beautiful. And I can't wait to see more.

The red bra lies discarded on the bed, a splash of color against the plain white sheets. I can feel the heat radiating off her body, see the slight tremble in her limbs as she stands there, arms crossed over her chest, holding the green teddy in one hand. I can't help but stare at the curve of her spine, the way it dips and arches, leading my eye down to the waistband of her red panties.

"Gabs," Emma says, her voice barely above a whisper. I can hear the nervous laughter bubbling up in her throat. "I, uh, I don't know if I can do this."

I step closer, my hands twitching at my sides, eager to touch, to explore. "Sure, you can," I say, my voice low, steady. "Relax. It's just me, Emma. Just us."

She nods, taking a deep breath. Her arms uncross, falling to her sides, and I can see the swell of her breasts, the slight goosebumps on her skin. I reach out, my hands finding her hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties. I can feel her tense, her breath hitching as I begin to slide them down.

The sound of her panting fills the room, soft and shallow. As I slowly crouch down, I slyly leave a trail of my hot breath along her naked skin, till my face is level with her perfect, round ass. I let out a low groan, my fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the line of her thighs as I slide the panties down, down, down.

Her skin is soft, smooth, and I can see the slight sheen of sweat, the goosebumps rising under my touch. I can feel the heat of her, the scent of her arousal, and it's taking everything in me not to lean in, not to press my lips to her skin, not to taste her.

I stand back up, purposely brushing my body against hers, and I can feel her shiver, hear the sharp intake of her breath. I can feel my heart pounding as I sit down on the bed, my eyes never leaving her as she slips the green teddy on, the silky material sliding over her smooth skin, hugging her curves.

She turns to face me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright. I let out a low whistle, my eyes roaming over her body, taking in every inch, every curve. "Wow," I say, my voice hoarse. "You look... wow."

She laughs, nervously, her hands smoothing out the material of the teddy. "You think so?" she asks, her voice small. “Do you really think so?”

I nod, my hand reaching out, my fingers finding the hem of the teddy, tracing the line of it, feeling the soft silk against my skin, the heat of her body beneath. I can see her shiver, see her breath catch as my fingers brush where her hip meets her belly, just inches from her pussy.

"Yeah," I say, my voice barely a whisper. "I friggin' know so."

I get up so’s I'm standing there, in front of Emma, close enough to feel her breath on my face, to see the tiny flecks of gold in her hazel eyes. The room is filled with this thick, electric air, like the moment just before a storm hits, when you know something big is about to happen. My heart’s pounding like a friggin' drum in my chest, and I can't help but reach up, my fingers brushing against the soft material of the teddy, just above her breast.

Emma gasps, her eyes fluttering closed, and I can see the goosebumps spreading across her skin. She sways slightly, losing her balance, and stumbles into me. I catch her, my hands gripping her arms, and I can feel the heat of her body pressing against mine. Her eyes open, wide and dark, full of longing, and fuck, it's hot.

My mind is racing, images flashing through it like a fucking slideshow. I can see myself ripping that teddy off her, tossing her onto the bed, her body writhing underneath me as I fuck her. I can hear her moans, feel her nails digging into my back, see the sweat glistening on her skin.

But then, just as quickly, another thought hits me. Emma, afterwards, her eyes filled with regret. The awkward silence, the shitty apologies. I don't want that. I don't want to be that fuckin’ guy.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the fucking hurricane of thoughts and feelings swirling around inside me. I step back, putting some space between us, trying to break the spell of this moment.

"You should, uh, you should wear the bra and panties," I say, my voice rough. I turn away, needing to put some distance between us, and head out to the kitchen. I can hear Emma's soft footsteps behind me, following, then stopping. I don't look back. I can't.

The kitchen is small, but it's cozy, with its warm yellow walls and the smell of something sweet and comforting lingering in the air. I take a minute, lean against the counter, taking a few deep breaths, shaking, trying to get my fuckin’ shit together.

A few minutes later, Emma walks in, a smile on her face, her energy filling the room. She's wearing this black velour lounge set, the top zipped low, giving me a hint of the red bra underneath, a glimpse of the curve of her breasts. Fuck, she looks good.

"Hey," she says, her voice bright. She's holding a bag, and she hands it to me, her fingers brushing against mine. "Pete picked this out for you."

I take the bag, look inside. It's a pair of skimpy, leopard-print tongs. I hold them up, raising an eyebrow. "Well, Pete certainly has... interesting taste," I say, a smirk playing on my lips.

Emma laughs, her cheeks flushing slightly. "He thought you'd like them," she says, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Oh, I do," I say, grinning. "I just hope I can do them justice."

We just start talking shit, the tension from before fades, replaced with a cool vibe. But even as we laugh, even as we joke, there's still that undercurrent of heat, of desire, pulsing just beneath the surface. And I know, no matter what happens next, tonight is going to be a night I'll never forget.

I grab the tongs, dangling them from my fingers like some kinda’ friggin' trophy. Emma's eyes are all sparkly, and she breaks out laughing. I gotta admit, Pete's got some balls picking these out. I mean, they're practically see-through. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I ain't shy, I'm just... excited.

"Alright, time to give these a test drive," I say, smirking. Emma watches me intently, her breath hitching slightly as I start to unbutton my pants. I push them down, making sure she's got a good view of my cock, already half-hard and eager. I hear her sharp intake of breath, see her eyes widen. Fuck, this is hot.

I pull the tongs on, the fabric stretching tight against my skin. Emma's eyes are glued to me, her cheeks flushed. I can see the rise and fall of her chest, the way her breath hitches with the slightest movement. I know she is enjoying the view. This is effin crazy. My cock twitches, liking the attention.

"Well, what do you think?" I ask, striking a mock pose. It's funny, but there's a serious edge to it too. I want her to want me. I want her to see what she's doing to me.

Emma swallows hard, her eyes meeting mine. "I think... I think you look good," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I grin, breaking the tension. "Good. Now let's m-make some friggin' pizza. I'm starvin’."

We move into the kitchen, the small space filled with the warmth of the preheating oven. Emma starts pulling out ingredients, her hands shaking slightly. I can tell she's nervous, but there's something else there. Something hungry.

"So," I say, leaning against the counter as I watch her. "What's Pete's deal? He ever...” I search for the right words. “you know, with a guy?"

Emma looks up at me, her eyes wide. "I-I... I don't know," she admits. "I never asked. I was too shy to ask Pete about it."

I raise an eyebrow. "Too shy? You? Ms. Energetic and Adventurous?" I tease.

She laughs, the sound filling the kitchen. "I know, right? But... it's different. It's Pete."

I nod, understanding. I think about Pete, about his laid-back demeanor, his easy smiles. I wonder what he's like in bed. I wonder what he tastes like. Fuck, I'm getting hard again just thinking about it. I imagine myself on my knees, looking up at him as I take his cock in my mouth. I can almost feel it, the weight of him on my tongue, the taste of his cum as he shoots down my throat. Jesus effin’ Christ, I need to get a grip.

"You okay, Gabs?" Emma asks, her voice pulling me from my thoughts.

I blink, looking up at her. "Yeah, I'm good," I lie. "Just... just thinking." Yeah, right. I’m fucking thinkin’. I’m thinking about all of the nasty shit I could do with these two.

She smiles, her eyes soft. "You're cute when you're thinking," she says.

I roll my eyes, but I can't help but smile back. "Shut up, smart ass, and pass me the sauce," I say, laughing.

We work side by side, our hands brushing as we spread the dough, add the sauce, the cheese, the toppings. It's all so friggin' domestic, so normal. But underneath it all, there's this current of desire, of need. Every touch, every glance is loaded with meaning. I can feel it, the tension building, the anticipation growing. I wonder if Emma feels it too. I wonder if Pete will, when he gets home.

As we slide the pizza into the oven, Emma turns to me, her eyes shining. "You know," she says. "I'm really glad you're here, Gabs."

I smile, feeling a warmth in my chest that has nothing to do with the oven. "Me too, Emma," I say. "Me friggin' too."

The timer on the oven ticks away, the smell of melting cheese and baking dough filling the tiny kitchen. Emma leans against the counter, her fingers drumming nervously against the formica. I can't help but stare at her, the way her thin frame is silhouetted against the harsh fluorescent light, the way her short brown hair frames her face. She's effin' adorable, and I can't believe I'm here, in this tiny house, in this tiny kitchen, waiting for a pizza to bake with a girl I can't stop thinking about fucking.

"So, Emma," I say, trying to sound casual. "You and Pete been together long?"

She looks up at me, surprised. "Yeah, since high school," she says. "He's the only one, really. Besides, you know, the first time."

I raise an eyebrow. "The first time?"

She blushes, looking down at her feet. "Yeah, it was just some guy from school. It wasn't... it wasn't anything special. Pete, though, he's... he's different."

I nod, trying to imagine Pete fucking Emma. The image pops into my head, vivid and filthy. Pete, naked and sweaty, his muscles tensed as he thrusts into her. Emma, her back arched, her breasts bouncing as she takes him, her moans filling the air. And me, watching, my cock hard as I stroke it, waiting for Pete to cum, waiting for him to pull out and shoot his load all over her stomach, her tits. I can see it—thick white ropes of cum painting her skin, marking her. And I can see myself, licking it up, tasting him, tasting her, sharing it with her as we kiss, our tongues entwined.

I shake my head, trying to dislodge the image. Jesus effin' Christ, I need to get a grip.

"What about you, Gabs?" Emma asks, pulling me from my thoughts. "Any special someone?"

I shrug. "Nah, not really," I say. "I mean, there's been people, but... It's complicated."

She looks at me, her eyes soft. "Complicated how?"

I hesitate, not sure how much to say. But there's something about Emma, something that makes me want to open up, to tell her everything. "I like girls," I say. "And I like guys too. It's just... it's hard to find people who are, um ..., c-cool with it, ya know?"

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "I get it," she says. "It's hard to find people who understand, who don't think you're some kind of perv."

There's a silence, a moment of understanding that passes between us. And then, suddenly, Emma's eyes fill with tears.

"Emma?" I ask, concerned. "What's wrong?"

She looks down, her voice barely a whisper. "It's just... it's just that... Pete and I, we've never... it's never been that great, you know? He's... he's never made me... you know."

I stare at her, realization dawning. "You mean he's never made you cum?" I ask, incredulous.

She nods, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I just... I just wish... I just wish things were different," she says.

Before I can think, I'm moving, closing the distance between us. I pull her into my arms, holding her tight as she cries. She feels so small, so fragile, and I can't help but want to protect her, to make her feel better.

She looks up at me, her eyes shining with tears, and suddenly, I'm aware of how close we are, of how her body is pressed against mine, of how her breath is warm on my skin. And before I can think, before I can stop myself, I'm leaning down, my lips brushing against hers.

It's a soft kiss, a gentle kiss, but it sends a shockwave through me, a jolt of desire that goes straight to my cock. And then, suddenly, the kiss deepens, our tongues get all tied up, our bodies mashed together, and we’re sharing the same air. And I can't fuckin’ think, can't breathe, can't do anything but feel, as the world around us turns to shadows, and there's nothing but me and Emma, and this deep, friggin' kiss.

I can feel her lips on mine, soft, wet, yielding, and her taste - fuckin’ hell, her taste is like nothing I've ever experienced before. It's sweet and warm, and it's making my cock throb somethin’ fierce. I've got her pressed up against the counter, my hands gripping her hips, and I can't help but think about what it would be like to taste her everywhere. I mean—every... effin'... where!

My mind is racing, and I’m picturing myself trailing kisses down her neck, over her tits, and down to that sweet spot between her legs. I can almost hear her moaning, feel her squirming beneath my touch. I wonder if Pete's ever made her feel like that. He probably hasn't. He probably just rolls on top of her, does his business, and then rolls off. Fuckin' idiot!

I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. They're glazed over, filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. It's a heady combination, and it's making me want her even more. I want to give her something Pete never has. I want to make her cum so hard she sees stars.

"Gabs," she whispers, her voice barely audible. I can feel her heart racing, her breath coming in quick gasps. She's so friggin' turned on, and it's all because of me. Because of this. Because of us.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "You're so effin' beautiful, Emma," I murmur, my voice low and husky. I can feel her shiver against me, her body responding to my words. I trail kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. My hands slip under her top, pushing it up to reveal more of her smooth, soft skin.

My fingers find the waistband of her panties, and I pause, looking up at her. She's looking at me, her eyes wide and trusting. She doesn't resist, doesn't push me away. She just watches me and bites her lip as I slowly slide my hand beneath the fabric.

She's so wet, my finger just slides right in, her pussy tight and hot. I groan, feeling her humping against my hand. She's so friggin' responsive, so eager. I can't help but imagine Pete's face if he saw her like this, saw her writhing and moaning because of me. He'd probably hate it, hate seeing her so turned on by some other guy.

"Does Pete ever eat your pussy, Emma?" I ask, my voice a low growl. She shakes her head, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

"No," she admits, her voice barely a whisper. "He doesn't."

I look up at her, my fingers still moving inside her. "I want to eat your pussy, Emma," I tell her, my voice firm and sure. "I want to make you cum so hard you scream. Can I do that, Emma? Can I eat your pussy?"

She nods, her eyes wide and eager. "Yes," she breathes. "Yes, please."

I don't need any more encouragement. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and her pants, tugging them down in one swift motion. I lift her up, setting her on the edge of the counter. She gasps as her ass hits the cold surface, but I don't give her time to think about it. I'm on my knees in front of her, my face level with her pussy.

Damn, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She's so wet, so ready. I can see her clit, swollen and begging for attention. I lean in, my tongue finding that sweet spot, and she moans, her head falling back against the cabinets.

I take my time, exploring her with my tongue, my finger working in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. She's writhing against me, her hips bucking, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps. I add a second finger, stretching her, filling her, and she cries out, her body tensing.

I can feel her orgasm building, her body coiling tight like a spring ready to release. I suck on her clit, my fingers curling inside her, and she screams, her body convulsing as she cums hard and fast. I can feel her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

Me? Man, I just kept on munchin’ on the muff. Emma? She’s yanking at my hair, legs kicking all around, kicking the counter, kicking me. I yank my fingers out of her spasming cunt, and grab hold of those effin’ legs, and shove them back so’s she can’t hurt anything.

Emma got thrown back and let go of my head. Now, she can’t do nothin’. She’s at my mercy. Her arms are all over the place. Shits flying everywhere.

That sweet cunt of hers is totally exposed to my mouth, and I can’t get enough of it. I’m munchin’ away on her sweet spot. I’m licking up and down between those sweet lips. I’m doing all the things that Pete’s never done, and it’s driving her crazy!

Man! - the look on her face was priceless! A mix of pain and pleasure. Her mouth open wide in a big gasping O. You know that look, don’t ya?

Her voice broken, a crackled sob clawed its way out. "Oh... no... pl-please..." she choked, the words barely a gasp. I'd given her enough. The begging stopped.

The taste of Emma, fishy and sweet, still lingers. My damp fingers ache with the memory of her pussy, a fistful of warm, trembling flesh. I rise up, pulling her close, her body still humming, a stray shiver wracking her frame. I hold her tight, a cruel smile playing on my lips. Pride, a bitter satisfaction, washing over me. I did that. Broke her. Gave her something Pete couldn't.

"You okay?" I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She nods, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

"M-more than okay," she sighs, her voice soft and dreamy. She pulls back, her sultry eyes meeting mine. "Thank you, Gabby. That was...,” she trails off, that feline gaze searching my face, “incredible."

Wanting more, I paused. It was one of those “should I or shouldn’t I” pauses. A choice that would have made this something different. But I knew that would have been wrong. Besides, I’m not that kind of guy. At least, I try not to be.

With a dumb-ass comment and a smirk that could curdle milk, I end it like I end any chance with something more serious. "Aw, shucks, it was nuthin’, mam."

She laughs nervously, a soft, breathy sound, then wriggles herself from my arms. "I should, uh..., clean up," she says. Her face is a pretty pink mask, a little souvenir from the mad rush she got when I was diving into her wet cunt.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll, uh, clean up here.”

Emma scrambled for her clothes, a pile of red lace and black velour scattered across the cracked, white linoleum. As she vanished into the shadowed bathroom, my pecker twitched, a hard knot forming in my gut. All I could see was the wiggle of her tight little ass, a sinful tease of later, disappearing into the darkness.

I turn to the sink, splashing cold water on my face. My heart is still pounding, my cock still half-hard, pressing against the confines of my jeans. I can still taste Emma, her sweet, tangy flavor lingering on my tongue. I want more. So much more.

But Pete will be home soon, I remind myself, grabbing a towel and patting my face dry. I need to get my shit together. I need to—

The sound of the front door opening cuts through my thoughts. I hear the familiar creak of the hinges, the soft thud of the door closing. Shit!—Pete's home.

I scramble fast, grabbing shit off the floor and just chuckin’ it in the sink. Then I crank up the water and start cleaning the mess. My heart’s racing a mile a minute. Fuck!