I had a fan.
She was sixteen years old, and she was a regular customer where I worked, and she's the smartest person I know, like a real genius.
I mean, I bet she could debate Einstein about whatever he thought he knew, and you could ask her anything about anything and she'd know. Whether it was about fixing something on your car, or the capital of whatever tiny little country somewhere, or anything, she'd know all about it. But she learned it all from books, and she couldn't really fix your car if she had to, and I doubt she had ever even left the city.
Her name was Emma, and she couldn't get enough of me. She was a kind of stalker really at first, staying till I finished work and then following me, walking fast behind me until she caught up with me, just so she could say, “Hey, we're going the same way,” and she'd walk with me and we'd talk.
But I liked her, and she was cute and fun and her thin frame glasses made her even cuter, and gave her that 'hot nerdy girl that doesn't know she's hot' - look.
We kinda became friends even, and sometimes we'd have coffee together, or ice cream or something. But I also had to keep a distance, so she wouldn't get the wrong idea.
Not that I didn't want to fuck her. I did, and I thought about it a lot. But I just figured that would complicate things more than it was worth, and way more than she deserved, and so when she suggested anything that I thought could lead to anything, I always made up excuses.
Like the times she invited me to her place, always saying, "My parents are away," I was always busy.
Or the times when she said, "Can I come inside for a minute, maybe?" I always had things to do.
But even though that must have happened a couple dozen times, she was never bummed out about it and always patient and smiling, even when she must have known I was lying.
She'd just say, "Sure, I understand."
And I did feel bad about it. And one day, when she was walking with me, I accidentally let slip that I was home alone for the whole weekend.
Cait had gone to be with her mom, and Lucy and Toby had gone to 'Have a Weekend Alone'.
Emma knew I lived with two girls and a guy, but not at all what kind of relationship we had, and I guess she figured we were just roommates.
"Oh cool," she said. "I can come in and stay with you a little, maybe? You know, just so you won't be lonely," and she said it like she knew I was going to say no.
I automatically said, "No, sorry, you can't," but then I couldn't come up with a reason.
So that's why I said, "But you can come over tomorrow," and I thought she was going to pass out.
"Oh," she said. "Oh, wow, cool thanks, that's… Really? Wow, yeah, okay."
But then later that day I had taken a shower and I was just in my polka dot one-piece pajamas, watching TV and eating popcorn, when Veronica called.
"Hey, darling," she said. "Guess what."
I jumped up, and I said, "You're here!" and she laughed.
"Not yet, but at the airport. Nine hours, so it'll be really early in the morning."
"Don't care," I said. "Come right over. Like, run!" and she laughed again.
"Or, you could pick me up?"
I told her I was home alone and didn't have a car, and she said, "No worries, I'll flash my boobs at a cabbie."
"Sorry," I said.
"See ya!" she said, and then we hung up.
Veronica would do that sometimes, just suddenly decide to come all the way from London, but it had been like three months or so since the last time. And so, just like that, I had forgotten all about Emma.
And that meant that when the door buzzed the next evening, I was asleep, and Veronica was too, and we were both naked in the bed because when she had come just after five that morning, I had made an omelet and then she took a shower. I went into the bathroom with her, just to chat with her while she showered, and when she was done, she took the shower head and turned on the soft jet and pointed it at her pussy and just kept it there while we talked. She came several times, and when she did, she would stop talking or just interrupt me and say, "Hold on a sec, darling," and then, "Hnngh… hnnghhh… haaahhh!" and then after a short break and Veronica taking a few deep breaths, we just picked up where we left off.
Then finally she stepped out, and she found a bottle of body lotion in her toiletry and threw it to me.
"Would you? It's intimate area friendly, too."
So of course we spent the day in bed together, and when I walked to the door I wasn't even fully awake really, and it was only when I pushed the button and it made that 'click-beep' sound that I thought, 'Why didn't you pretend you weren't home, stupid?'
"Who is it?" I said, because I really had no idea who it could be.
And what sounded like the happiest girl in the world said, "It's me, Emma! Hiii!"
And I thought, 'Oh. Fuck.', and I thought about what to say. I could say that something had come up, that I had someone over, that it was a bad time after all, that I just didn't want her here right now because Veronica was amazing in bed and I wanted more.
I pushed the button and said, "Cool, come on up."
Then I ran to the bedroom and picked up my pajamas from the floor by the bed and quickly put them on. Veronica was still asleep, and the air in there smelled like a mix of lotion and sweat and pussy juice, so I shut the door, and when Emma came in, I was making coffee.
"Hi," I said. "Want some?"
"No thanks," she said. "Were you sleeping?"
"What? No, of course not."
She was looking at my pajamas, and I hadn't even zipped them up in the front and so I did that and said, "Just my 'Stay home and do nothing' - outfit."
"Okay, cool."
"Well, this is mine," she said and did a little twirl, and she had obviously dressed to be sexy, with a pleated skirt and a white blouse with a black bra under it.
"Nice," I said.
Then she looked around at the apartment.
"Wow, this place is great."
"Thanks," I said. "Are you sure you don't want anything?"
"No thanks."
I sat down at the kitchen table and she did too, and all I could think about was what excuse I could come up with to make her visit as short as possible, and then she opened the bag she had with her. She pulled out a bag of Doritos and a bottle of Pepsi, and then a big bag of some kind of chewy sweets, and she said, "I thought we could watch a movie or something."
"Oh," I said. "Look, Emma, I…"
She could hear it in my voice of course, and she quickly said, "We don't have to. If you don't like movies. We can do whatever you want to do."
And I said, "No, it's just…” but she cut me off again, and she was talking so fast.
"We can just talk. Like we do. I like that. Maybe I'll have that coffee after all. I don't really like this stuff anyway, I just thought maybe you liked it. I mean, not that I think you eat this stuff all the time, or anything. I know you don't, because you're so beautiful, and…"
And when she had said that, she bit her lip and her face went bright red and she started putting the snack back in her bag, but this time the Pepsi bottle wouldn't fit.
She struggled with it almost as if she was panicking or something, even just trying to pound it into place, and then she gave up and slowly put it back on the table.
"You want me to leave, don't you?" she said quietly, staring down at the table.
"No, no. I don't," I lied.
"Yeah, you do."
"No."
Then none of us said anything for a minute or so, and then I said, "Look…" and that's when Veronica walked in.
And she just said, "Oh," when she saw us, and she was still naked, and Emma's jaw dropped.
"Uhm…" Veronica said.
But then she smiled and shrugged, and said, "So, any coffee for me?" and she pattered over and sat down with us, putting her feet up on the corner of the table.