"Then don't. It might be time to grow up into something else."

“Yeah…you’d make a horrible therapist.”

You look up to regard her. In the dark, it’s impossible to read Emmalyn’s expression. But you can see a very faint reflection in her gray eyes. Is she smiling? Is she frowning? You haven’t heard her use that tone of voice before, so it’s hard to picture her face. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not trying to be a therapist.”

Emmalyn stands up suddenly and joins you on your couch. You scoot away to give her some space, thinking she got closer to continue talking to you. Emmalyn, however, scoots more immediately to you to close the distance you’ve made.

She hasn’t said anything, but when you look at her again, you see a new expression on her face that you haven’t seen before. It clicks in your mind that she might have been referencing you when she “admittedly” lusted for others before.

Your initial **** is noted, and Emmalyn brushes her white/blonde hair behind her ear and smiles sheepishly. Then, she blinks and swallows before she looks down. “Sorry. I’m coming onto you very strong right now…”

A rush of heat washes over your cheeks, and you look down too. You didn’t consider anything dirty about Emmalyn, but now that she’s this close to you, you regard her as someone who is actually beautiful– one of God’s better creations on Earth. Were you going to go through with this?

She chases you with more words when you don’t reply to her comment. “Don’t tell me you’re going to encourage me to embrace my feelings and not fall through by helping me.”

“It isn’t that,” you tell her. You look back at her and see her dark gray eyes. There is a lot of emotion in them. “I’m…I’m here with my girlfriend. I’m in a relationship.”

Her eyes flutter as if she’s completely forgotten about Delilah and is just now remembering her again. There’s a faint tint over her tan cheeks now. “Oh…Right…But, maybe just this one time, I could be your girlfriend instead?”

Your stomach twirls and your fingers twitch. What Emmalyn just said sounded toxic, but it didn’t quite register to you. So instead, you stammer something and moisten your lips, trying to process the right words.

Emmalyn breathes softly. She reaches for your hand and grabs it firmly with hers. She rubs warmth into them and exhales. Her breath is scentless but hot as it brushes your skin. “Please, Warren. Let me be your Delilah for one moment.”

Emotions boiled in you. Anger at first for Emmalyn doing this, then at yourself for considering this. Then confusion since it felt like you actually wanted to do this with someone who was a stranger.

“Emmalyn, this…” Your voice trails off as you catch her stare. The gray color of her eyes is dark but alluring. They are so fixed on you that it almost feels like you’re being put in a spell. Did she mean to? You watch her lips are they bob slightly and pucker. She looks so… sad that you’re about to reject her.

The rest of your sentence remains trapped in your lungs. Finally, you decide to lean in and just kiss her. Emmalyn is tense when she feels your lips press against hers. It becomes apparent that she doesn’t have much experience with this, but she goes with the flow anyway.

Inhale…Exhale…Inhale…Your breathing synchronizes as you taste each other for the first time. You push her gently back into the couch and start driving your tongue forward. Her tongue is smooth to the touch. You find her hair is soft, too, as you run a hand over her scalp.

Your thoughts wander. There’s a brief pause to your kissing, and you pull away. She’s flat on her back on the couch, and her eyes are closed, but she opens them when you stop kissing her. Emmalyn’s cheeks are tinted pink, and an expression you’ve never seen on her before is written over her features.

“Is this how you treat your girlfriend?” Emmalyn swallows and blinks, glancing at your body before she looks back at you, giving you an awkward toothy grin. “I’m so jealous…You’re such a man.”

You swallow now too. You run your fingers through the strands of her light blonde hair and lean then again, this time sucking on the collar of her neck and running your up to her shirt this time. Her warm body greets your touch and encourages you to continue your exploration. Emmalyn’s breathing starts to unhinge. You can feel her heartbeat increasing the longer you continue your tease.

Emmalyn’s voice breaks slightly when you apply more pressure against her breast. Then, you bypass her bra and start to feel her mound without anything in between. She exhales and then lets out a small moan.

You start kissing her again, but this you drive your tongue past her lips and into her mouth. Emmalyn’s tongue awkwardly decides to dance back with yours until you’re both kissing each other sloppiest possible way. Next, she’s touching you too. At first, all of Emmalyn’s touches are tentative and slow, but eventually, she starts running her hands through your hair and gives a few suggestive passes at your groin area, and teases the action of undoing your belt by tugging on it. It isn’t long before your cock is hard and twitching inside of its cloth barriers, but you decide to wait for Emmalyn to take the first step.

Luckily, she doesn’t keep you waiting for long. When you pull away, she bites on your lower lip softly and then leans back down to the cushions. You stare at her, loving her features and the subtle glow of lust behind the color of her eyes. “I’m…I’m ready for more.”

You lick your lips and blink rapidly. For some reason, you weren’t expecting Emmalyn to sound so sweet and Delilah-like. You brush back her hair and kiss her softly on the lips, asking her if she’s sure. Emmalyn nods.

You get off from above her and begins to undress. Emmalyn chases you by doing the same thing. Suddenly, you bring your gaze over to the girl you’ve chosen to cheat with—her tan skin contrasts against her black panties and bra, somewhat loose from your fondling from earlier.

Emmalyn’s eyes look over at you, too, and admire your body. There’s a hint of question behind her gaze as she notices the scars and burns, but she doesn’t ask questions to kill the mood.

When your eyes meet, you both blush and adjust yourself on the chair. “You sure you want to do this?” you double confirm it with her.

There’s so much anxiety in your bodies that your hands are shaking. It’s both dawned on you both that there are serious risks involving this dedication. Delilah could walk in, or maybe even Emmalyn’s co-workers. With every throb your hearts do, your hands pulse with jittery nerves.

An awkward chuckle departs Emmalyn’s lips, unsuccessfully breaking the tension. “Should we do this? I promise I won’t make it awkward when we see each other again.”,

You scan the room. Darkness is all that meets your gaze. When you look back at Emmalyn, you can’t fight the blush that washes over you. You know what you want to do with her. You will NOT be deciding otherwise now.

“No,” you look at her. She’s there, practically in her birthday suit before you. There’s no way you’re backing down now. You might stop if Delilah walked in, but if anyone else were to, they’d just have to watch until you were done.

Emmalyn just nods when you don’t say anything more. She seems to understand and even embrace your decision. Then, she leans back and spreads her legs gently, silently inviting you to return to your spot above her.

Without missing a beat, you advance and take your rightful spot. Her gray eyes widen with glee as you pucker your lips and begin sucking on her neck, leaving faint hickies and marks of naughty sex over her skin.

Her mouth bobs in response to your teasing, but no noises have left her mouth…not yet, at least.

It doesn’t take too long for her to say something. Your name, sounding less than angelic from her lips, bounces around in your skull. You swallow and then begin kissing her.

An awkward exchange of hot spit is done while your hands run up her torso. As your hands run up her body, a thrill runs up your spine. First, you wonder what Emmalyn is feeling, but then your own carnal desire takes over, and you become self-centered.

“You’re fucking hot,” you compliment. You grab a handful of her breasts and give them a firm squeeze, making her arch pleasurefully. You run another hand up her legs and pet her gash from the barriers of her panties.

A line of words leaves her mouth, but you can’t make sense of them. You grab her other breast and squeeze that one too. She breaks and lets out a stifled moan.

“Warren?! Oh, my fuck!” Emmalyn bleats out, unable to stifle all of her noises. “I feel weird. You’re driving me insane already!”

She gulps, and her eyes pulse with hearts. She squirms and wiggles beneath you. She might be more excited than you are somehow. You can feel her heart pounding against her bones as she surrenders her body to your hands.

“How long are you going to tease me?” Again, she swallows. Her eyes are streaming with emotional tears. She squirms with a little more effort, this time humping your hand as it gently rubs her slit.

“Holy, fuck…” Emmalyn says, closing her eyes. She runs her fingers through her blonde locks and exhales. “This is close to **** now. Are you going to make me beg?”

“I’d like to hear you beg,” you whisper and apply a little more pressure behind your squeezes, especially on her breasts where she seems to be the most sensitive, but to make sure she can’t get used to anything, you pet her with pussy until she’s quivering. “You do have a nice voice.”

“If you make me moan, you’re going to think otherwise!”

You ignore her last comment and focus on where you’re touching her. The more attention you give her, the more turned on she becomes your end game and personal objective, so the redder her face becomes, the more significant the success becomes.

She closes her eyes, blocking you from admiring the color of her iris while she subconsciously humps your hands as it passes over her panties. The only time they open is when you bypass the fabric and begin to touch her bare slit with your finger pads.

“There you are~!!” She exclaims gleefully.

Emmalyn digs her fingers into the couch, enjoying the naked feel of your hand against her honey pot. “You have excellent fingers. Have you ever heard that before?”

You start to thrust your index into her dripping cave, making her tense and rigid. You tell me you’ve heard it all before. You’re just in it to see how other girls react. She closes her eyes again and makes a painful expression. “H-hows my reaction?” she asks.

Your eyes feast on the sight of this dirty girl. There have been others, sure…But seeing her just like this under you turns you on. A lot. “It’s perfect.”

“W-well. I guess I’m glad I’m not just putting myself out here for nothing.” Her eyes are still closed, and she hasn’t stopped trembling either. If at all anything, she’s even more of a mess now that she’s feeling you without any barriers.

You tell her to look at you, so she flutters her gray eyes into view. They’re burning passion and a naughty level of lust. She stutters something and bites down on her lips, producing a weird noise while you stare into her eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re just going to finger me until I cum…” She glances down and then back at you. YOu can both hear the wet work that your fingers are doing. Emmalyn’s vaginal walls close around your index finger, sucking and swallowing you eagerly. “You can spoil yourself. Use my body! Treat me like your girlfriend, please!”

Her voice begins to break as she promised, sounding less than attractive. Well, perhaps that was true. But, as your brain repeated her words, it sounded incredibly hot. “Your pussy feels so fucking good. I can’t stop.”

Your cock twitches as you tell her that. You can hardly contain yourself, but you don’t dare let her know that. Not yet, at least. You want her to scream as soon as you penetrate her with your cock.

“No, Warren, please! I don’t want to cum like this! It’s embarrassing!” Emmalyn begs you, but she’s still humping your hand, going against her request.

You test her and pull out of her pussy. She lays on her back, panting and pink-faced. Finally, she manages to thank you, still moving her hips in the air. You lick your fingers clean, tasting her honey as you look at the girl; you just nearly pushed over the edge with just one finger. Is she ready for you?

You flip her against and pull her panties down to her knees. In the dark, you can just barely see her privates and her puckered asshole. She’s taken immaculate care of herself, and you let her know you’re impressed with her body.

“Oh, God…” Emmalyn says. She looks back at you and works a smile on her lips. It’s ****, but the effort is noted. “That’s so embarrassing to hear for some reason. Especially from a guy I just met.”

You can hear that her fingers have taken your place yours. She stares at you, playing with herself while she bites gently down on her lower lip. “It’s a shame Delilah met you before I did. I would have loved to have you for myself.”

“I- I mean…personally…I know this is a one-night stand, but…You’re making me feel so special, and we’ve only been doing this for, like, 10 minutes.” She looks away and then fingers herself with a little more ****. “If I had you all to myself…I don’t know what I would become.”

Her admits make your mind spin. You had considered staying here instead of the tavern, but you remained at Tiny’s Tavern due to circumstances. You run your hand over your scalp and shake your head. “Just for tonight then…”

You grab the waistband over your understand and pull down, kicking them off your leg before you grab her waist. She exhales at your touch and lowers her head. She knows what you’re about to do next.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about doing this with me,” she says. “You’re just h-helping me find myself. I asked for help, and as a contractor, you’re doing what I asked you to do. So that’s all that’s happening, right?”

You grab the base of your cock and guide yourself into her snatch. “Who are you trying to convince?”

“I- I don’t know…I don’t know anything…”

You stick your dick into Emmalyn for the first time. Her hot honey lathers your tip and wets your shaft. There’s no resistance, but she’s tight nonetheless. You cuss and grab her shoulders, working yourself into her naughty pink depths. She grunts but helps you by pushing herself backward onto your rod, impaling herself until her brain splits with pleasure.

It takes a few minutes, but with your combined efforts. She’s rocking back and forth on your cock, milking you with every pass as she coils around your rigidness. A little later, a gentle “bap-bap” emits from your sexually joined bodies: sweat and other sex liquids drip from your mingling genders. The general volume of your pleasure also increases from your months.

Her velvety pussy feels like it’s licking your cock as it takes you in. It leaves no inch unstimulated. You bounce off her ass cheeks and then send yourself back in, enjoying the smoothness of her tunnel.

Deeper…Deeper. You throw yourself in, and she takes it all. She murmurs your name and digs her nails into the couch. “You feel so good inside! God, oh my God!! Yes!! Yess!!”

Again, you flip her around. You want to watch her face twist with pleasure, and her tits bounce as you rail yourself into her puffy pink lips. You jerk off at the sight of her drenched pussy as it drips. You also rub her body warm. Every time you brush her inner thighs, she trembles and fights the urge to make any more noise than she already is.

You’ve made a mess out of Emmalyn, no different than you would have done with Delilah. The only difference is that there’s the sense of “I shouldn’t be doing this” the entire time you’re pleasuring her.

“I’m ready for you,” Emmalyn says to you. “I’m ready to cum with you.”

Now that you’ve changed positions, you can stare at her. Next, you slap your dick against her gash, making lewd slapping noise just before you return to stretching her.

Her pussy is sopping wet. There’s so much sex exchange on your cock and around her vagina that there is little to no resistance at all. Your first thrust sends you mid-shaft deep. A cry of pleasure leaves Emmalyn’s mouth, so she bites her tongue to prevent herself from being heard.

The walls of her little pink cave glide along your rod, milking you in and out. They become tighter, and hot sticky liquid spills between the gaps. Finally, you realize that she’s hit her climax without any warning, which ultimately breaks her down.

Your sweaty hands constantly adjust to maintain a grip. And now that Emmalyn has lost most of her strength, you have to make sure that you keep her propped up while you fuck her.

“Hah~ aahh~ haaah~ ahhh~!!! Oh, God! Yes, fuck yes! FUCK YES!” She disregards all concern of being heard as your cock goes deeper. Your face flushes, and your mind spins. You can feel your limit breaking.

“J-just…R-remember~!!” Emmalyn has her eyes shut, but she still has enough sense to remind you. “Don’t…cum inside me! We shouldn’t risk any-any thing dumb!”

With that in mind, you continue to plow into her. Ramming yourself in and out of her, your dicking acting as though it’s a pistol of a machine. In…Out…every pass is slightly looser than the last. You reach for her tits and play with them, making her moan even louder.

It dawns on you that you won’t be able to hold back any longer. You are reaching the point of no return. You pull yourself out and catch her wrist, silently suggesting that she jerks you off.

You moan slightly as you feel her warm fingers wrap around your fuck-stick. She glances up briefly but then looks back down at the head of your penis as you stick yourself for her to massage your entire length. Finally, she exhales and brushes your manhood slightly with her warm breath.

Each throb leaves you sensitive, your limitations are being stretched, and your mind is floating in a cesspool of sex. No one else matters besides the two parties joined in intense intimacy.

A hot shot of cum shoots out and lashes her belly, showering in transpirate white sperm. She winches and jerks you off faster, milking your cock with a tight grip and rapid, repetitive motions, getting every drop of cum out of you and over her stomach.

Emmalyn keeps her fingers wrapped around your cock as she uses her other hand to gather a finger full of sperm. Then, she sticks her finger in her mouth and swallows.

“You got a taste of me after you fingered me, so I figured this is the least I could do, right?” Her voice is lower than it was the last couple of minutes of your lovemaking, and her complexion is covered with different shades of pink and red. Light spills in from the window, and you realize how long you’ve been interacting with each other…