Bonus chapter: A little present for a really nice guy

Hand in hand you leave the aquarium and look at each other. Emma doesn't stop grinning the whole time and she looks like a child who is still totally overwhelmed with all her presents at Christmas. She can't make up her mind what is the best part of the day.

"Thank you" she finally says in an attempt to show you her affection somehow. You shake your head, chuckling.

"You're welcome, honey." After all, you see it as your job to make your girlfriends happy. And making Emma happy in a place she likes so much you don't necessarily see as a favor which she has to repay you. Your girlfriend seems to see it a little differently.

"When we're together, time stands still for me, I still can't really believe that." There is still plenty of time left for you to spend with her. Your sisters respect you and your time and knowing that they allow you your happiness with Emma makes your heart beat against the walls of your chest. You look over at your girlfriend as you walk across the square in front of the aquarium and look at her petite profile. She looks so content and happy that your stomach turns at the thought of what you did to her. How could you treat this girl like this? It feels awful and you punish yourself with the reproaches of having made her first time a slaughter for your lust. But then you remember her words. She didn't hate it. Hate is something you can't imagine at all with Emma Jackson. She told you openly how she feels about you and you have to respect that. Adrenaline, you think to yourself. A fish in the dark. You have to grin at the idea of cute Emma, at your mercy. No! Don't do that. Be a good boyfriend to her! But you also admit that it's damn hard to forget how her body nestled against yours in front of the thick glass. She liked it.

Images flash through your mind at the speed of light. If Emma trusts you as much as she seems to, then your responsibility to her is just as great as her trust in you. It takes effort, but you can keep from swaying overwhelmed, and the girl who clings contentedly to your arm doesn't realize how much she dominates you and your thoughts. But I am the great dominator here? No, Emma Jackson is the one who controls you, not the other way around. So much so that only your sisters can snap you out of your love frenzy for her and you thank all the gods combined, old and new, for the miracle of her understanding. This girl is a perfect match for you. And you must be the man she deserves. It's true that you still reproach yourself for having treated your sweetheart like that, but it's also true that you will never forget the sight of her in front of the glass of the aquarium. The feeling of controlling her and her amorous looks in the dark. You definitely still need to talk to her about it, make sure she understands you and approves of your intentions. But fuck that was hot. And she liked it! Hesitantly, you come to the conclusion that maybe sleeping with you wasn't quite as bad for Emma as you might fear. Whether you're just imagining it at the moment or perhaps underestimating the challenges of the future, you can't say. But you also have only three girlfriends you want to take care of and so surely enough time to sort things out when you are back home. Now you are at the lake, together with three perfect, beautiful, dear and sometimes a bit dirty girls and they would drown you if they knew that you are not enjoying it to the fullest. The thought of your body floating face down in the lake brings you to your next item on your list. Actually, you wanted to stay longer in the aquarium with Emma and see sharks. However, it is unfortunately quite difficult to forget the orgasm that your fingers have given her and you feel physically bad at the realization that your cock is almost bursting with pleasure. And of course, how could it be otherwise, Emma notices exactly what is going on in you.

"Thank you for the best date of my life" the girl grins at you and leans her head against your shoulder. You smell her hair and kiss her on the cheek. When your skin touches hers Emma always seems to get a little red around the cheeks and you enjoy seeing how she reacts to you. She lowers her gaze, however, which alarmed you a bit before, but now you can see it as a clear sign of affection for you. She lets you lead her, doesn't need to see the way, but physical contact with you is important.

"What?" you ask in mock shock, making her lift her head. Her snub nose wobbles a bit as her nostrils flare and she looks at you with those loyal puppy eyes through her glasses. "Have you been on a lot of dates?" Now she understands and you feel that warm feeling of strength that always flows through you when Millie confides in you and you now find it in Emma too. Giggling, she lowers her head again but this time one of her hands moves to your chest while the world around you seems to slow down.

"Oh, I see," she chuckles, sniffling through her nose again. "No, that was my first date." She looks you in the eye again. You shake this girl's world so often she alternates between her usual manner, strengthened by you, and the 'new' Emma who, also because of you, only now realizes that she really exists... and is also allowed to make bitchy comments. "Or do you think I'm a slut?"

"Wohow" you laugh delightedly and embrace her in the middle of the big yard in front of the aquarium. People have to give you a wide berth but you don't care as the world runs even a little slower than before. "You little beast. Did you pick that up from Megan?" Her giggle against your chest makes you shiver and her ear scrapes your shirt.

"Could it be that Megan copied that from me?" she suggests, all rapture, making you pause.

"No..." you mumble, unable to believe it. Then your girlfriend's body starts to twitch.

"No... that's right. I copied it from her." Emma beams as happy as you've ever seen her before the vacation. A person completely in love. "I thought you might like that about me too. The little bitch you can punish?"

"Fuck Emma..." you mutter and look around. No one heard your words but you wouldn't mind if they did. And your girl doesn't seem to care either. She knows very well how to take away your worries. You can add to that the fact that you are about to cum for quite a while now. Her cheeky, open and understanding behavior is exactly what you need. A happy laugh echoes across the open space as you slam your palm down on her ass with precisely measured ****. Emma jumps up startled and then clings to you again while your cock twitches and throbs. "You know what I really can't let you get away with?" you ask quietly, looking around conspiratorially as you lower your head toward her. She looks at you curiously. "That someone so awesome, intelligent, beautiful, sassy, and cute has to make do with so little empirical data." Emma is so enamored that she stopped thinking after the first half of your sentence and has to shake her head.

"Because you think I can't be sassy?" she wants to know curiously. You look at her. Apparently you were talking past each other on this one. It's normal between new lovers who haven't known each other for long, and somehow it makes Emma even more precious to you.

"No silly," you say and realize how easy it is to deal with her. "You're still missing dates, to think this is the best date of your life." Her eyes sparkle. It's almost like a **** for you the way she looks at you. But of course, young Miss Jackson manages to impress you even more. She shakes her head and a strand of her hair falls in front of her eyes.

"Wrong Lynchwood you blockhead" she grins cheekily. "I have a one hundred percent success rate with my dates. That's perfection." She presses a kiss to your cheek. "So are you." But you can play the game too and take a step back from her, not letting go of her hands but clasping them with yours.

"Then maybe we should leave it at that Jackson? After all, it can only go downhill from here. Statistically speaking, it's inevitable." You grin as stupidly as you rarely do to make her realize it was a joke but her reaction is delicious.

"No!" she shrieks, drawing a few stares from those around you. Then she presses herself against you again, pressing her cheek flat against your chest while looking up at you with crumpled features. "I wun even moa datesh wish you Finn. Mamy moa datesh. Shousansh!" You have to laugh, heartily and honestly. Next to you, an older woman stops and looks at you benevolently. An innocent, young couple in love, surely chaste until their wedding night. Then dismay settles over her face as you grab Emma under the arms, pulling her up a little toward you so that the tips of her Keds scrape the pavement. Your lips press firmly together and you push your tongue into her mouth without much resistance. She quickly finds her match and you begin the smacking wrestling match with her that makes both of your hair stand on end.

"Don't worry" you grunt while looking at her wet mouth. Clear liquid gathers in the corner almost running down her cheeks but is quickly licked up by her tongue. "I wouldn't survive not being able to take you out again you little beast."

"Master..." she moans, pressing her mouth back down on you. The older lady prefers to keep walking. Love is a beautiful thing. "My owner..." You both have to giggle and the night with her looks much more beautiful... and horny. "Anything for you." You chew your lower lip and consider pushing your girlfriend down some dirty back alley. You feel like it, but you have to pull yourself together. Even though your girl has clearly shown you that she is adventurous as long as you lead her, she deserves some class. But your cock feels like it's possessed.

"Come on," you say, grabbing Emma by the hand. You lead her, doing her good, but also you who can hardly stand it anymore.

"Where are we going?" she asks as you pull her along behind you in her high pitches happy voice.

"You'll get your data" you just say and hear her laughing behind you.

---

"Uh" makes Emma a little later. "Good idea. I like the way you think."

"Sometimes I have my moments," you say with a shrug. "But our first date made it easy for me too." Emma grabs your hand and steps up beside you.

"Actually, it's still the same date... love" she says softly, stroking your skin with her thumb.

"It feels like more than a year since the aquarium" you just say and it really does feel like a long time. Then again, it could have been only a few minutes since you led your girl to the car.

You forgot half of it but the most important thing is your swim trunks and your girlfriend's bathing suit together with two towels. Maybe it was a reflex that you thought about swimming, more precisely about the indoor swimming pool of the city you know from years earlier. Maybe it was the exciting thought of sharks or simply the lack of opportunities to go swimming near your vacation home. In any case, a year or a few minutes later, you are now standing with Emma in front of the glass entrance to the swimming hall. The building is not very big considering that most visitors come in the summer and so tend to go swimming in the lake. But even in summer, it can rain sometimes and many girls are like rain-soaked cats who are afraid of water falling from the sky and so wish for a covered pool, a shallower fun pool, a kiddie pool and two curvy slides. Also, rain doesn't make your hair wet, something you don't really understand but respect. And it's easier to brush your girlfriend's hair behind her ear when it's dry than when it's wet. You do that now, kiss her quickly on the mouth and lead your date into the building. Emma thanks you again and again while you pay the entrance fee for both of you, she thanks you while you lead her to the changing rooms and she thanks you while you take her stuff out of your backpack. As much as your girl adores you, it wasn't hard to sneak the backpack into the car. Not knowing how long you were going to stay at the aquarium, the idea of combining water with water has been in your head for a while and apparently Emma likes it. The girl dances around in the locker room before she notices that you share one of the small cubicles.

Emma doesn't miss the opportunity to perform a striptease in front of you, which is quite a feat. Well, she could also stand in front of you in a potato sack and you would have the same difficulties. You actually sit on a small bench, your backpack next to you and your hands under you. This is necessary since your painfully towering beast is tearing at the shackles that are your underpants like a trapped ravenous predator. But even Titan couldn't hold it back as Emma puts everything she has into her dance. No music is needed and the ambient sounds of the changing rooms nearby don't disturb you while Emma Jackson's bare toes scrape across the white tiles. She has her knees bent and while her pants, socks and shoes are in a corner she giggles as she turns her striptease around and slowly puts on her swimsuit. You would giggle too if your mouth wasn't open like a barn door at the sight that presents itself.

Unlike the other girls, Emma has brought a one-piece swimsuit to the lake and her movements get a little bumpy as she tries to get her legs into the holes. But then her hips wiggle all the more intensely as she pulls the tight-fitting fabric over her soft skin. She gives you a few moments to admire her breasts while the holes for her arms dangle down at her waist. You suck in your breath in the struggle not to come but this battle is no longer on a knife's edge but only a matter of time. And Emma shows no mercy, enjoys being watched by you and strikes an all-destroying blow. She pulls her glasses off her ears, tilts her head, looks at you, winks and nibbles at the temple of her glasses with disheveled hair.

"Ooooh Fuuuck..." you moan painfully as your girl, still topless, places her glasses on your backpack.

"You are such a perfect boyfriend for me Finn," she says and you want so badly to say something in return. But Emma knows you and her lips kiss the tip of your cock just once before closing around it and running her tongue around your glans. Her hand holds your boner tightly while she concentrates on her task. Her head moves just a little and it hardly takes any movement. You feel the air from her snub nose against your skin as her tongue travels around your shaft and then slides back up.

At that moment the handle of the door to your cabin is pushed down hard and the dainty locking mechanism groans under the pressure exerted from outside. You both flinch and it's enough to make you look briefly at the door. You expect to feel the warm wetness of your girlfriend's mouth retract and you want to shout that the booth is occupied. But two things surprise you. First, your voice fails and second, Emma does not retreat. Whether out of fright or something else, but she starts sucking you hard, impaling herself on your boner while you cling to the bench beneath you with all the strength of your life and squirt mightily inside Emma. You penetrate deep into her throat and her body tenses as she gasps softly. Her hands shoot up to grab something, but then fall back down. As you lose control and your world focuses on your girl, Emma regains control of her lust and crosses her arms behind her back. She almost gags and you see her spine spasming under your skin but Emma also gives up her control to you and stays on you until the flood of cum slowly dries up and your hands and whole body relax. She spasms a bit but keeps on going. Finally you stroke her hair and she quickly pushes away from you, falling backward onto her sweet ass and bumping her back against the door. Again there is a knock.

"Occupied!" Emma shouts angrily and with the voice of a fair maiden who just wants to be left alone. She doesn't need a man's rescue. Because she is already in possession of one, her great love. That at her words a gush of cum spills over her chin and breasts makes you forget your post-sex recovery period and continues to pump blood to your nether regions. "You're never left alone here" Emma whispers as the pounding quickly dies out. You just look at her breathing heavily and admire her movements as she scoops your juice off her body and lets it run into her mouth. She plays around with your gift a bit, something she must have learned from Megan for sure, it can't be any other way. "Are you pleased with me Master?" she then asks quite cutely and not at all dirty. "I figured I owed you that, especially so you wouldn't...embarrass yourself." Her eyes dart between your legs to your dripping scepter. Saliva and cum form a viscous film on your skin.

"I can't get soft with you," you opine, having to strain to give your voice firmness. This girl is just too good. Especially the way she switches between her different modes again.

"Will you at least allow me to clean you up then? I want to serve you." She chews her lips and looks at your dick with greedy restraint. You're not the only one losing yourself in your counterpart.

"Come here," you say, holding out your hand and watching as Emma crawls across the tile floor toward you. Her breasts hang seductively beneath her and her shoulder blades move with every feet she comes toward you. Finally, you can put your fingers under her chin while she kneels between your legs. No doubt Emma would spend all day with you in this small, barren cubicle. But you also want to reward her loyalty to you.

"Clean me up," you command, grinning at her. "Service first, pleasure later."

"Serving you is my pleasure master" Emma murmurs and winks. Then she covers your spear with quick, hot kisses that coat her lips with your secretions. She takes her time but finally you are clean again. And your cock stands like hard again. At least you're not sticking anymore.

---

You perform a quick sprint into the nearest pool as soon as you come out of the showers. You even left your trunks on, anything else would have been too embarrassing, and the thought of Emma didn't exactly help your erection subside. The men in the shower were bros and didn't say anything and so you can save yourself with a half-stiffy into the next pool where you want to wait for your girlfriend. A lifeguard calls after you that you should not run but that is not your biggest concern. When your girlfriend comes out of the ladies' shower you realize that you are not the only one watching her. It amuses you and you know exactly how the men feel watching Emma Jackson. Not even her normal swimsuit changes the fact that a family man is painfully pinched in the side by his better half while your girlfriend's young body slides into the water next to you.

"Hey" she greets and immediately hangs on your lips again. Your intimate kiss doesn't last long as you realize you're once again confronted with the shy, cute Emma you love just as much as slut Emma. "Sorry," she mumbles, "Maybe I should back off a little here." Easy for her to say, your cock almost explodes again. Her eyes dart around. "People are looking at me." She nibbles on her lips and looks at you with a suppressed grin.

"Doesn't this usually happen to you?" you wonder, feeling Emma wrap her arms around you as you lean against the edge of the pool while her legs do the same.

"Usually Megan and Karen are always with me...and their bikinis." You snort and Emma looks at you in wonder.

"Are you telling me you think you're ugly now?"

"What? No." But she doesn't really sound convinced. "I know my worth. And now I have you." She looks at you in love. "But the others dare to go out in a bikini. Your sister has such a nice belly button and Karen has such a nice back." And her breasts... anyway... Emma is here now and that is godly more than enough for you.

"Oh come on," you wave it off, but realize that's not a good strategy. You don't want to be the guy who waves off his girlfriend's concerns so you try another way. "Look over there," you say after looking around searching. It didn't take you long. "But inconspicuous." You squint conspiratorially to the side and Emma follows your gaze.

A few feet away, a group of teenage boys roams the pool laughing and raging. Everyone laughs, but it doesn't take long for one of them to notice the girl who is only a few feet away in the water. Sure, there's a guy with her, but still, the boy's eyes almost fall out of his head when he sees Emma.

"Your face alone is enough to make me love you, honey," you say with conviction. "And the poor guy didn't even see that. He apparently has a thing for the back of your head."

"You think so?" she asks, but glances furtively at the boy who is following his group, but almost dislocates his neck to see the beauty in the water.

"We men aren't necessarily into just one thing with you girls honey," you explain, "Everyone here can see what a beauty you are." Emma rests her head against your shoulder and seems pleased. "Bathing suit or bikini, it doesn't matter. You're so beautiful that the poor guy doesn't even care that you already have a boyfriend." At your mention, Emma turns her head away and looks at you.

"Thank you" she whispers and this time her kiss is even more affectionate.

"You're beautiful Emma and men notice that, okay?"

"And I'm all yours...master... my love." Again you kiss but you want to make sure your girl only draws good conclusions from your behavior. If it works on the sharks... She stumbles a bit as your strong arms close around her, you push off from the edge of the pool and carry her in the water through the pool. As you do so, you turn her so that the boy can get a good look at her body, even lifting her up a bit while Emma, however, only has eyes for you.

"I don't mind people admiring your body love. Shit you really are a work of art. And I know that you belong only to me. No matter what we do in bed... or in the locker room, I'm yours as much as you're mine. That you accept me and my sisters is wonderful but you are just as much a part of my life as Millie and Megan."

"Finn..." This girl... fuck.

"I know how much you love me. No jealousy. You're welcome to be admired." Emma looks at you with big round eyes, nibbles on her bottom lip, and then decides to do something she hasn't dared to do before. She kisses you quickly on the mouth, then turns her head to the group of boys just coming out of the water at the other end of the pool. They're all a few years younger than you, maybe your little sister's age, and hell-bent on being cool. They casually lift themselves out of the pool, flexing their (not really developed but imagined) muscles and pretending to be sooo cool. Until Emma gives them her beautiful smile. One of the poor guys even falls back into the water when he forgets how to shift his weight. While your girl laughs brightly and snuggles up to you, the boy crawls out of the water like an elephant seal without taking his eyes off Emma and then hurries after his buddies who are suddenly in a hurry (and then somehow take their time) to get somewhere. "My beautiful girlfriend. Turns the boys' heads. How I love her." You kiss Emma on the cheek and make her look at you.

"I want you to do what you like, what you enjoy, what makes you feel good. I want to help you do that. And that includes showing you that you can be open with people who recognize how perfect you are. This is not infidelity. I know you're standing." Emma just smiles, but understands you. "Now I want your attention again." You really make her laugh with that. Even though she may be looked at by others, you still want her for yourself. You show her that she is free, but always has a point in you that is the center of her world. Jealousy without the bad side effects.

"All for you, love."

---

You spend some time just wandering around the pool, first arm in arm, then separately following each other, then back to each other. Emma is never far from you and every time you prove your lung capacity to her and dive away from her you notice how she swims after you like a loyal puppy. Only her movements in the water are more graceful even though she smiles just as happily when you surface in front of her. Sometimes she gets water in her mouth when she is too happy to see you but then you just laugh and make dirty jokes about everything Emma already had in her mouth today.

When you go into another pool you can look at the wet body of her's. She always acts a bit shy next to you, especially when she is outside. But now, with only a swimsuit on, her behavior is quite revealing. Your words have really done her good and in return you can admire the body of a young, healthy and pretty girl. It's true that Emma enjoys being looked at, especially when she can hold your hand. You can clearly see that she enjoys the freedom you showed her in the aquarium and explained here, and she is the first to notice that you are being followed. The group of guys is also acting more like Patton's Third Army on the march through the Bulge, not SEAL Team Six.

"I feel like Megan," she giggles softly, gripping your hand tighter. She's excited. Then she squeals cutely as you put your hand on her butt.

"You are mine, Emma. And I want the whole world to know it." What sounds like a fucking macho line triggers a violent reaction in chaste Emma. She's never heard such words before and is now experiencing a new dimension, understanding what it means to be possessed by Finn Lynchwood. Your fingers are on her skin which trembles with excitement. Your palm feels the wet fabric of her swimsuit underneath. It feels good to see that you can both give each other goosebumps, and you give it back to sweet Emma to have tortured you so deliciously in the locker room in a pleasant but surprising way. While your girl is still enjoying your touches you grab her, lift her up and throw your screaming girlfriend into the nearest pool. Her legs are the first to surface, kicking and wiggling around, then her ass stretches above the water and finally her snorting head.

"Asshole!" she shrieks and laughs hysterically as you jump into the pool as well. It doesn't take much skill to make it look more elegant than with her but you make up for it by diving to her, spreading her legs and heating her up with your fingers until your lungs are on fire. When you come back to the surface you gasp for air and right after that your girl's lips press on yours again. "Asshole," she says again, quieter this time, in love. You grin cheekily and hug her tenderly. Your arms close around her body.

"If you say so." Your hand shoots down, clamps under her swimsuit, and slides between her buttocks. Emma shrieks again and pushes away from you. You chase her through the pool, taking your time and giving her the feeling that she can escape you. Your plan works as you stay close behind her and see her hurried looks that she throws at you over her shoulder. Your attacks mixed with the adrenaline of the chase and the knowledge of what you will do once you have her make Emma horny and soon she slows down on purpose. Finally you dive under the surface again and reach her quivering body with several powerful arm strokes. You encircle her legs with your arms, stop her, push her swimsuit aside again and slide your tongue between her thighs. Licking her underwater is hard but she makes it easy for you and enjoys the wild seconds until you are back on the surface. You turn back to each other and dive so deep into the water that your lower lips get wet. Just a newly in love couple romping with each other, the boy fingering the girl underwater. Nothing special. Feeling Emma come while being surrounded by liquid is a whole different feeling. You feel everything a bit numb but still you already know how to interpret her signs and return the favor for the orgasm in the locker room by making her come with two fingers inside her. She needs to remain silent and dives her lips under the weather while her hands cling to your moving arms. She locks looks with you all the time and you can see her orgasm building up before it arrives. When she has calmed down Emma looks around again, breathing heavily and trying not to let anyone see her. Then she looks at you with a cheeky grin and dilated pupils.

"What is it?" you ask. Her eyes wander to the side. There he is again, the boy. "Did he, see..." But Emma shakes her head.

"He didn't see anything." Then she grins. You haven't seen that on her yet. "But he knows what we're doing. He was nice enough to turn away." She glances blatantly over at him, and the boy swims away as if sharks have been spotted in the pool. His buddies are nowhere to be seen.

"I'm sorry," you say, "I didn't want you to have to share your orgasm with anyone." But Emma shakes her head. "When I'm with you, I don't care about the world. Then you're all that matters."

The next few minutes you just cuddle while you ponder over her words. You lie in each other's arms and take it easy. Emma has her legs wrapped around you and you actually manage not to get a hard-on while her arms are around your neck and you look at each other and talk quietly. There are no special topics and you feel free. At some point you move on to very light petting as your girl realizes that your body is betraying you and your boner presses against her belly. You caress each other but don't do anything sexual for fear of straining your happiness. As much as the boy may have enjoyed his moment, you don't want to involve the lifeguard...and the police...in the matter. Then you feel a fleeting kiss on your cheek. Emma pulls you back to her and rewards you with a more intimate kiss.

"I have to do something," she says softly, looking at you apologetically. You want to tell her to just pee into the pool, but you realize the complications this can bring. Reluctantly, you let go and escort her to the edge of the pool. Several glances follow you. It's funny to see, especially because Emma doesn't care at all.

"And remember," you say from the edge of the pool while Emma towers over you. "Only let them look at you, no touching." You wink at her. "Not that I'm losing my girlfriend to any perverts today." You expect a sweet reaction from her but are surprised when she bends down at the waist and presents her butt to the world, with the fabric of the swimsuit skin-tight. She grabs your head with her hands and pulls you out of the water a bit until she can kiss you.

"Don't worry" she replies grinning as you blush. "I don't want to lose your cock."

"Ouch..." you mutter, but let Emma have her fun. Then she makes her way around the pool swaying her hips just a little more than she usually does. "Go get 'em girl," you mutter proudly as you watch her go. Then you sit back and let yourself drift in the water. Your cock definitely needs the rest until your girlfriend is back.

---

A few minutes later you open your eyes as you feel a presence next to you. It can't be Emma, too little time has passed and so you are on guard as you turn around. Your worries are unfounded as you see who is disturbing your circles.

"Excuse me," the boy mumbles. Of course it's him. You and Emma weren't particularly secretive about what you were doing, either. This is going to be interesting...

"Yeah?" you ask unassumingly. No need to announce to the world what you've been up to with her. And so the boy wants to sink into the ground/water in front of you as he struggles for words and if he didn't swim he would surely bob from one leg to the other. So he just floats awkwardly in front of you and grins stupidly.

"I turned eighteen a month ago and I'm sure you know this... well, maybe not..." The boy breaks off and looks at you. From his looks, you would have guessed him younger. Either he's got weak knees or he's more than a head shorter than you. His barren shoulders barely reach out of the water as you tower over him. Emma has seen him better than you, but you are sure that it is the boy who has watched you so often. Seeing him makes you fool things as well as you notice. Foremost a sense of responsibility. You can't show of her beauty all the time and then shy back of the burdens that bring.

"Happy belated birthday," you say kindly. "It's my birthday in a few days too."

"Yes, yes... thank you." He rubs the back of his head. "Shit, there's no way to say this nicely but please don't hit me in the face." You already know what's coming and really think about breaking the little runt's nose first, but then decide against it, thinking of the way you two behaved. And the poor fella looks a bit lost in front of you.

"Go ahead," you say instead and wink. At least you know he didn't do any damage.

"Okay. So... I've been watching you guys for a while... you and your... girlfriend?" He sounds unsure about the connection between you and Emma.

"What else do you think she is to me?" you ask, making the boy laugh. He sounds nervous and bumpy while you enjoying your time a bit too much maybe. At least you don't bully him for not having a girl like Emma.

"The way you treat her? Your concubine? Or an escort maybe?" All color leaves his face as he realizes what he just said. It's mean but you have to chuckle as you watch the boy close with his life in front of your massive body.

"Escorts don't kiss on the mouth" you smirk. Then you put your hand on his shoulder and push him an inch deeper into the water. "Is that what you wanted to ask?"

"Then she's your girlfriend..." he breathes without looking at you. You nod at him, feeling quite proud.

"Yes, that's my girlfriend." The boy considers his next words for some time and then shakes his head as if waking up from a dream.

"How?" You raise your eyebrows. "That's why I had to ask you. How the hell do you get a girlfriend that pretty?" It's such a simple question but yet you ask it every day you hold Emma, Millie or Megan in your arms and you get an answer too. You are just great. And it's also good to hear the girls talk about you. But it doesn't help this poor guy who can't believe that a girl like Emma is into you. You can hardly believe it yourself and the boy confirms your suspicions when you say nothing. "I know I don't look like you and you probably have a lot of money in your account. But your girlfriend seems so..." Again he's searching for words and at least now you can be sure he's not calling Emma a hooker again. "She seems so different. Like she doesn't care about any of this."

"You're a good judge of character," you say appreciatively, and that makes you really want to help this boy. You hold out your hand to him. "Finn."

"Harry," it comes back to you.

"Like the wizard?" You smile kindly as your paw cracks his fingers and he screws up his face.

"Nah," he shakes his head but says nothing more about it, letting you take the lead.

"Money and power do play a part in girls, that's true," you opine and Harry grimaces. "But not as big one as you might think. They're not all gold-diggers and trophy-wifes. Most of the girls just care that we can take care of them when they can't." You sniffle lightly and think of Emma. "Like when they're pregnant."

"The girls at my school all think the man can stay home too," he snorts sullenly.

"If she earns more than you, that's logical too" you agree "Feeding a child is damn expensive and the decision who stays at home should be made together. Just not on gender rules but on logic. If the man earns better he should provide for the family. Shit, that's our only job in the family until the child is three or four years old. Show your girlfriend that you can take care of her. People respect that."

"There are already some girls who like me... maybe."

"That's good," you say encouragingly.

"But I don't like them the way they like me."

"Then you should make them understand that too. Do you like a girl? And don't say my girlfriend now!" You nudge him on the shoulder, almost sinking Harry in the process. He doesn't notice. There's a girl.

"There's a girl. God she's so beautiful. Funny. And brave."

"Is she smart?" Harry looks at you questioningly.

"Intelligence is important. My girlfriend is smarter than me and that saves my ass every time. She'll throw herself in a ball for me if she has to." Fortunately, she hasn't had to do that yet. "Intelligence is the key to a lot of things. My girlfriend understands me, knows me, can analyze me, herself too, and others. That prevents her from being pissed off when I'm just thinking with my dick again, and from understanding when I can't get my feelings across properly. It's not just about getting good grades in school. If you have a smart girl you can fight life together."

"But she's so attached to you. That's not when I thought..."

"She can be weak with me, true. I'm weak with her, too. But that doesn't mean she's dependent on me. And if she is, she can trust me." Talking to Harry helps you, too, you realize, what Emma has done to your life.

"Then she's a one in a million," Harry says dejectedly. "Most girls would rather have an asshole."

"I don't think that's really true, mate," you say encouragingly, knowing that you too once thought that way. That's what led to your first girlfriend. "I think a lot of women don't understand themselves or what they actually want. And most men are just as stupid. We all have that in common."

"Very encouraging," says your opposite and you feel like a teacher trying to explain a subject in a way others haven't yet.

"It's actually quite simple. My girl... Emma..."

"Emma... That's a great name..."

"Focus," you call Harry... and yourself to order as well. "Emma is looking for a guy who can take care of her. She doesn't care if that makes her strong or weak because she gives me the exact same thing. I need to make sure she has a life where she can do what she was put on this earth to do."

"Have children?" You nod. "And if a girl doesn't want to?"

"You have to respect that. But that doesn't change the fact that their genes push them and dictate their behavior. Humans have existed for three hundred thousand years! Enough time to acquire habits that can no longer be discarded. Having children is our purpose as a species and we all have it in our DNA. Your job is to show her that you are the right partner for her. Sorry to break it to you this way, but women don't want a friendly man. It's the same with Emma." You falter briefly as you realize what Emma is doing. You have Harry to thank, he has also led you to a realization. "She likes it when I'm determined and strong. Strong will, strong spirit. No doubts. Determination. She likes it when I know where I'm going."

"Shit..." mumbles Harry, looking at you admiringly. "I'd never thought of it that way. I always thought I had to treat a girl with respect and be nice to her."

"Nice people get eaten. Anyone who cares about anyone other than himself and his mate ends up in the belly of a lion. And the woman right along with it. You're there to make sure she and her baby survive. You are expendable. That shouldn't make you soft, it should make you strong. This is the victim role we men have to take. Not the friendzone but the tragic hero from the movies. Like on the Titanic. Women and children first into the lifeboats. Movies, the old ones from Hollywood, but also others, derive from the ancient Greek sagas. And they, in turn, deal with life in a primal form that we hardly know anymore."

"So I'm supposed to show my girlfriend who's the man of the house? Like Kevin?" You have no idea who Kevin is, but you also had a 'Kevin' in your class.

"You're supposed to make her feel safe. Not make her feel insecure. Most boys mistake disinterest and destructive behavior for leadership. You need to show her confidence, let her do things on her own, but also tell her when she's doing something that's bad for her and her future. You have to show her that you like her but are not dependent on her."

"I'm dependent on Veronica," Harry grunts dejectedly.

"I'm addicted to Emma, too. But not so much that she has to run my life. I drive my love for her to this goal. To help her. She likes to be in charge sometimes but mostly it's me telling her what to do. She then decides how to do it. I think that works quite well. Women want us men to fight for them but we should never fight against them. But we shouldn't kiss their asses either because then we look weak." You think about it and try to bring your monologue to a fitting conclusion. "I think Emma fell in love with me because I always had a higher purpose in mind. My...sisters. I took care of them and Emma realized that I put others above myself without forgetting myself. I always put myself last, but I never forget myself."

"I always forgot about myself. I thought the girls were more important."

"They are Harry. They are." So that's what it's like to have a little brother... "But you gotta take care of yourself too. Be physically strong. Shit I know how that sounds now. But women want someone who takes care of their body. You know, to fight off the lions. To be able to hunt. To be able to fight. They want a monster that they can then domesticate, you know?" Harry shakes his head and looks at you with wide eyes. "You get to be a monster Harry. Push through, get what you want, stomp out adversaries. And then meet a nice girl which makes a pet out of you being a predator. That's what girls want. When Emma holds me in her arms she's always so happy...and so am I. She knows I am a monster, a shark who can eat her. But in her hands, I'm just a guppy." You keep talking at Harry. Somehow it feels good to share your experiences with someone and in the end you don't end up looking like the asshole who fucks his sisters while he has a girlfriend. This isn't about the girls, who would surely smack you for thinking that way, but seeing Harry listening to your words feels... right. But then you realize he can't follow you anymore and fixes a spot over your shoulder. You follow his gaze.

"Holy..." murmurs Harry.

"You said it," you just grin, getting dry lips.

There's Emma. Your Emma. In a yellow bikini top that looks like a sports bra and a swim trunk that looks like yours, except her butt looks better in it. Her navel is exposed, as is her back, and her semi-dry hair is tied back in a ponytail. Every look in the pool is directed at her but she only has eyes for you.

"You son of a bitch," Harry whispers next to you and falls silent when Emma sees him. She waves at you in that shy way, hand raised to head height and wagging just a bit while grinning with a lot of teeth. Your shy, beautiful Emma.

"I know." You have to swallow as your girlfriend squats at the edge of the pool, only her toes touching the ground and her arms wrapped around her knees. Chaste and teasing at the same time, Emma enjoys it.

"Hey honey," she greets. All you can do is nod. "Who's that?"

"Oh yeah. That's Harry" you say, but then fall silent again as your girl slides into the water next to you. "What-"

"Oh this?" Emma grabs her top, very close to her breasts. "I liked what you said so much, I wanted to give you something back."

"Unbelievable," Harry moans, looking at you. 'I wasn't lying, was I', your gaze says.

"Harry, right? Like the wizard?" Emma grins happily, feeling his eyes on her skin.

---

It took a while for Harry to say goodbye. Surely he needs something to get his penis under control which you could tell. Or he couldn't get enough of Emma, which you can understand, you feel the same way. Emma was really nice to him, talked a lot and never minded his stares. She laughed a lot and managed to get him involved in a conversation, even if you answered most points for him so that he could continue staring. You are so proud of Emma to allow this and she even made a few jokes with the boy. But now he's back with his buddies and you and Emma are swimming side by side through a secluded part of the pool. The outdoor pool is not very crowded due to the fact that you have to pay for it when the lake is only a few miles away. You're pretty happy about it, though, because you're sitting alone on the underwater ledge with Emma Jackson on your lap and no one is bothered by your childish behavior and the many kisses.

"What did Harry actually want from you?" she asks you while stroking her fingertips through your hair and enjoying your closeness.

"He wanted to know how to get such a great girlfriend," you say and tell her what you told Harry.

"I have a perfect boyfriend" Emma announces happily and kisses the tip of your nose while her hands are on your neck. You continue kissing and you absently ponder the boy who was so brave to approach you and fight for his happiness.

"His other buddies didn't dare to do that, even if they are just as into you," you say while Emma lets her lips glide over your neck. You sit on the ledge like a fucking king, your arms draped over the edge of the pool and Emma on top of you. "He's a virgin for sure" you snort "No wonder. Poor guy. But he was brave."

"I like brave men," Emma hums, meaning only you. You think a lot, but her loyalty and devotion to you stand as firm as the stars in the sky. "I like the way you treat me." You put a hand on her head and hold her against you.

"I'm so lucky to have you. The world is so unfair otherwise and here I am, three girlfriends and everyone so understanding."

"Because we love you." Emma lifts her head and looks at you. "You like the boy, don't you?"

"I've always had little sisters. It was funny to see what it would be like with a little brother."

"Are you going to sleep with him too?" Emma shrieks happily as you push her into the water and she rows her arms to stay afloat. "Sorry," she laughs and settles back into your arms as you slide off the ledge and come to her. "I'll make it up to you. I don't want my boyfriend to turn gay." Winking, she comes to you and it takes you a bit to realize what she's up to.

The sex with Emma this time is slow, quiet and careful. You can't go as wild as the first time and it's much more intimate. You make good on the words you spoke to Harry and keep looking around while Emma has eyes only for you and rubs her body against you. You hold her trunks just below her round buttocks and push yourself deep inside her. It's more about feeling you inside her, showing herself and the world who she is but Emma also enjoys the danger, you realize. With a smirk you wonder what you've done, but seeing her quiet orgasm is something special. Shivers run over her body in waves while she looks into your eyes one time and closes them the other. Emma squints at you, pressing her lips tightly together and panting through her nose while her hands press firmly on your shoulders. You wait for the moment, then reach behind her and pull hard but without sudden movement on her hair. Her head jerks back and you feel her pussy press even tighter around you out of surprise while her mouth is slightly open. Her face can't keep from derailing and you see with satisfaction how your rough treatment pleases her. Nevertheless, you get your closeness, lie in each other's arms and hold each other... Until the lifeguard joins you at the edge of the pool. This had to happen at some point, but it's still delicious to see Emma blushing slightly while you make it clear to the man that he can't prove anything while pulling her shorts up underwater. Just two voluptuous teenagers not bothering anyone out here. The lifeguard has **** but to call you to order and then leave while Emma presses her lips to yours again.

"You protect me Finn" she breathes into your ear with hot breath. You see the camera that was recording you and wink at the lens as you take Emma by the hand and lead her out of the pool. The time in the pool was nice, sex with Emma is hard to top, even if she pouts a bit that she is in the lead again with an orgasm. She even wants to persuade you to go further, hanging onto your shoulders and clinging to you. It's cute to see but you have a responsibility and the beautiful day would be over if you overdo it and the police get involved. But sensing her breasts on your back like at the lake is quite something and her behavior has changed since then. You hate yourself for delaying her pleasure, especially because you have to explain it to Emma, but she understands. Still, she gently reaches into your swim trunks.

"You can always have me Finn, and if you mount me on the diving board like a shabby dog." She kisses you on the cheek, very much the chaste whore you always make her out to be when you turn her on. "I'm all yours."

"And I'm taking my girl home now," you moan painfully, hating yourself for your words but you pushed the situations as far as possible. Emma, on the other hand, only loves you all the more. So you are the only one of you who recognizes Harry. He is sitting with his buddies on several lounge chairs at the edge of the pool, eating cookies and sausages from plastic wrappers. The buddies are talking animatedly but Harry only has eyes for you, er rather precisely Emma. You nod at him and see his reaction. You feel a little sorry for him, because as good as your words may have been - at least you hope they were - Harry will go to bed alone tonight. While Emma nibbles on your neck and moans softly, you push her through the warm water towards the exit. You would like to stay a little longer but your cock is so limp right now that you can walk through the public without letting the lifeguard scream angrily. Another sacrifice you make for her but it seems to you that this sacrifice is not necessary at all. Emma would ride you here and now to as many orgasms as you would demand from her. Add to that the look on Harry's face, the brave boy who deserves more than life is giving him...

"Shit..." you grumble, and Emma releases her lips from your neck.

"What is it?" she asks, curious and in love. You look at her.

"Fuck it," you groan and smile. You grab her hair again, knowing full well that Harry and the lifeguard can see you. But you love this girl, this cute girl who loves you so much and there is no **** in this world that can keep you away from her. You pull her hair, pressing her tightly against you and your lips on her. Her nose presses flat against your face while your tongue enters her mouth. Then you release her again and that look she put on, Emma is really hooked on you. "One more time," you say. "For love."

"And for your diooooouch..." You pinched her butt. "For love honey." You have to hurry a little because you feel the blood rushing inside you again.

"Don't run!" Oh come on, you yell inside at the lifeguard. Either I fuck my girlfriend here and now or you let me get out of here! Of course the system doesn't play along and expects you to follow all the rules and the fact that you're making an effort to play along doesn't matter. That makes you angry, that or your hard-on which is already pressing against your swimming trunks. The desire for Emma makes you almost insane. You just want to enjoy your happiness without stepping on anyone's toes but the world doesn't accept that. You are already toying with the idea of undressing your girl in her sexy yellow bikini here and now, but of course that is out of the question. From a distance you see Harry still watching you. Your eyes wander to Emma. She is so in love with you, you see it in her looks. But you also see the lust for you.

"Fuck it," you growl again. Emma doesn't understand but trusts you. Then you look to Harry. His friends pay no attention to you or him, so neither sees his astonishment as you nod at him and sign to you to follow. First he looks around and then points questioningly at his chest. He can't believe it, but then remembers your words and stands up. He says something to his friends while you put your arm around Emma and pull her with you.

"Wait... what..." she says as you pull her towards the men's shower.

"You're my girl Emma," you say firmly without slowing your steps.

"I'm yours" she breathes speechlessly as you pull the door open.

You might as well have thrown a hand grenade into the shower room, Emma has the same effect. The men in the room dash apart, clasping their hands in front of their crotches or crashing against the shower wall in shock. All except one old man who just continues to shower without paying attention to the young, pretty girl being led through the steam that envelops the room. While you just look straight ahead, Emma shyly waves to the men and quietly apologizes, her voice laced with a dainty smile and the pressure around your hand that intensifies as you walk halfway across the room. As Emma smiles at the men, most of them understand what is happening and as the door to the showers closes behind you, you get the desired reaction from them. Most of them were quiet but others greeted Emma. 'Hello' was often heard. 'How are you?" as well.

"What was that about?" asks Emma, out of breath.

"I wanted to check one thing," you tell her truthfully. "And I wanted to show the world that you are my girlfriend." Emma hugs you again and you kiss in the cold hallway until the door to the shower opens again. You and your girl turn around.

"Hey," Harry beckons with an expression that vacillates between panic and confusion.

"What are you doing here?" asks Emma in surprise but Harry is too confused to answer the question.

"What's going on with all those guys in there?" he asks, assuming you and Emma are playing by the rules and went through your own showers. His question makes your girl giggle and as Harry understands all the hard-ons in the shower he has to brace himself against the wall. You watch him do this with brotherly pride and a good dose of humor while Emma eyes you.

"Finn?" she asks, but you just run your fingers over her hand. Then you let go of her for a moment.

"Come on," you say, nodding your head. The other two just look at each other but Emma is already under your influence anyway and Harry would follow you to hell.

---

Hell is not your destination but down it goes anyway. You've been here before and know where a spiral staircase leads down. The rooms one floor down are rarely used for changing and are set up exactly like their counterparts upstairs. Changing rooms, lockers for clothes and white tiles to better wipe water. The only difference is that no one is here, the building is too empty for that. And the cameras are not so well monitored, you are sure. Why should they? Emma notices it first by your behavior and moves closer to you while you put your hand on her bottom again and lead her through the corridors. Harry follows you whereby you can only make him out by the wet steps on the floor. Emma is completely fixated on you and tries to find out what her boyfriend is up to with her. She is curious because you have taken your backpack out of your closet and thrown it over your shoulder. You exchange glances and you are pleased to see the confidence in her eyes and especially the burning curiosity.

Finally satisfied, you stop them both, put down your backpack and look around examining. You are deep in the compound in a small hallway with changing rooms on the one side and a white wall on the other and no one else is in sight. Satisfied, you notice that at least here there are hardly any cameras hanging on the walls, and when Emma notices your glances she begins to tremble slightly. The environment is cool and clinically white and you don't want to give her the feeling of being dissected so you take her in your arms and stroke her back vigorously. You feel the heat and the thought electrifies you that she has put on something skimpier because of your influence. Your hands wander over her back again and lay over her butt. Her ass is tight and you are not the only one captivated by the sight of it as your fingers massage her flesh.

"What are you doing" your girl whispers into your shoulder as she snuggles up to you, snickering. You continue to knead her butt, pulling her even closer to you and making her stand on her tiptoes while you turn her around to Harry firmly but tenderly. Her voice is low and she has a certain tremor that you already know well enough to identify as tense excitement. Harry, on the other hand, is on the verge of ****. In order to see him, Emma has to turn her head completely to the side and thus nestles her body even closer to yours. You warm each other up so that the trembling only comes from your girlfriend's lust. You feel her body tense up and then relax as she looks at Harry. He can't decide what to do and doesn't have the confidence you give Emma. First he half turns around and you can see his tense muscles under his skin. But he doesn't manage to escape. The sight you offer him is just too tempting and so he turns around again, defeated.

"We were lucky Emma" you explain yourself now and you both look over to the jittering something that is watching you frantically. "We're a perfect match. We trust each other. And we already know each other's preferences." You kiss your girl on the neck, already feeling her body relax before you bite her gently and make her jump. Then she sinks back to her feet with her cheek brushing your chest. "We tricked life by not having to fight."

"True," Emma murmurs. "You're my luck." You turn her head around to face you and caress her cheeks with your fingers. Behind her, Harry crashes into a locker room wall but Emma only looks into your eyes. She's into it, you know it. She loves you. And she wants you to take charge.

"Say you want it." You grin as Emma shudders.

"I want it." Her eyes don't leave yours. "No matter where, no matter how, no matter when. You have me, you own me." She smiles. "I love you." It must be like purgatory for Harry as you kiss Emma deeply and for a long time. You hold her head, guide her body, turn it so he can see everything. Swaying, he takes a step towards you. The poor guy runs on autopilot. Until you reach out your hand and stop him.

"I love my Emma" you tell him, leaving no doubt that Harry is looking into the eyes of a predator. "No one is going to come between her and me."

"No way!" he croaks hoarsely, raising his hands upward. A distinct tent forms in his swim trunks, just like yours. "I would never have..."

"I know," you interrupt him. "That's why I'm doing this now." Harry blinks, not understanding.

"Doing... what?" You look at your girl one last time, only to realize Harry is the only one who doesn't have a plan.

---

Rarely have you seen in a person what you see now in Harry. His whole being focused on one point in a shocked, disbelieving, fearful-excited act as you raise your hands to your girlfriend's breasts while standing behind her. His mouth flaps open as does her's as you crumple the fabric over her hemispheres and move it with purposeful ****. You lift her breasts, looking alternately at her and over her shoulder at Harry. As your pseudo little brother watches you touch and kiss your girlfriend, Emma already knows that she can let you lead her. She closes her eyes and feels your hands gliding over her body to the places that feel good. You know what she likes and feel her body react to your touch.

"Good girl" you murmur in her ear as she clasps her hands behind her back of her own accord. Your fingers go under her breasts and she follows them with her body, standing on her tiptoes again and pressing her pelvis against yours. Your cock is already throbbing like willd, the usual reaction to Emma, and you press it against the fabric of her bikini bottom between her buttocks while your hands stroke the fabric on the undersides of her breasts.

"Thank you... I obey..." Emma whispers back.

"Say it louder," you command.

"I obey... Oh God I obey." Harry gasps and her eyes widen as you speak to the boy.

"Feel free to think you are in my place," you say almost too kindly as you see Harry squirm. His eyes grow wide and he looks at you questioningly. You nod and don't stop stroking Emma. She rubs her butt in your crotch and already shifts her panties while your hands wrinkle her top.

"A-As long Emma wants it too..." murmurs Harry. A nice guy, a gentleman. But you shake your head.

"Emma has no say in this." Slowly, his jaw must be hurting as wide as he's wrenching it open. But your girl just moans in your embrace. Finally it's too much for her and she raises her hands to your head. Her upper body stretches towards Harry and her stomach bulges as she tries to hug you behind her back. "She's my girlfriend and it's my job to please her."

"Yeah... you're right..." the boy mutters, managing to get to his feet.

"Emma trusts me. She's my girl and I know what's good for her. Right honey?" You kiss her neck again and she can't hold back a moan.

"Hgnyeeees honey... you are so good... God..." Just your touch makes her wet. Harry sees it between her legs and you know it because you know her.

"Tell Harry how you feel... Look at him while you do it." You feel Emma move her head a little to focus on Harry and you see his reaction. He's so fixated on her face that you're the only one who can look at his raging erection. If you keep this up, the poor guy might burst a vein. But Emma too seems to enjoy the show she gives him, the attention and the truce of your love for her.

"If... oh... If Finn touches me hgn... then..." She briefly loses strength in her legs as your fingers brush over one of her nipples. "He knows me so well... he knows what makes me... horny... what makes me... frantic." Then Emma and Harry draw in their breath together as you pull down the fabric of your girl's top. You have to use ****, but you manage it and push her breasts up so far that they are stiff and pointy. Proudly you watch as Harry looks at Emma and your girlfriend allows it as long as she feels you against her body. She moves a bit for him, shakey her hips slowly and feeling you behind her.

"Emma is not ashamed to do something for me that I like."

"God yes... shit..."

"She's doing something good for me." You nibble on her earlobe, eliciting another high-pitched moan. Harry grunts in agreement as well which amuses you. "For you, and for himself, too."

"Yes..." gasps Emma again, clawing at your neck as you stroke her breasts. Your touches become a little rougher. This time you're in control, but you also know you're in control of Emma. She obviously has her kinky side and you enjoy giving her the space to act it out. That Harry sees your girlfriend naked doesn't bother you, you know that she is all yours. But it is a strangely good feeling to help the boy in front of you who is so fixated on your girlfriend's breasts that the world could end behind him. But also behind you Godzilla could fight King Kong because Emma has an effect on you too. Hey, after all, she complained that I didn't come. With the gentlest **** you push her away from you until you can turn her around. Emma looks up at you. Her breathing quickens and her breasts rub against your skin with every breath. Her mouth is slightly open and her lips are wet. She has goosebumps but it's not because of the fresh air down here.

"You know what to do."

"Yes sir" she smiles overjoyed.

"Oh my god..." gasps Harry as the girl's knees touch the tiles at your feet. "Thank you..."

"Don't look at me you jerk" you grin and put your hand to your girl's cheek as you turn slightly to the side. You don't want Harry to only see the back of her head though you're sure that would be enough for him. With her nose buried in your trunks, Emma turns with you, crawling on her knees across the tiles and seductively sticking her butt out as you move her into position.

"May I?" she asks, her chin resting against your shorts as she looks up at you. Her hair is back in her face. You nod.

"Oh. Fuck!" Okay, you hadn't considered that. "Doesn't that... hurt her?"

"Harry... my boy... A beautiful girl is about to suck my dick in front of you and you're looking at me?" To your surprise, Emma even joins in.

"Am I not enough for you?" she asks innocently while her fingers wrap around your shaft. But even with her you feel a slight tremor of arousal while Harry starts to get electrified.

"Yes, of course you would! I mean... I would never... You're his girlfriend and..." He looks at you questioningly.

"Don't think" you say, feeling a little bad since your life is all plans. But not when Emma Jackson is kneeling at your feet. "Say the first thing that pops into your head."

"I want to make love to you so bad. Shit! Sorry!" Harry slaps his hands over his mouth. As she jerks you off lightly, her other hand resting on your thigh, Emma looks up at you cheekily.

"Okay. Say the second thing that comes to mind" you grin, enjoying your girl's touch.

"You are so wonderfully beautiful. You're just perfect." His voice is laced with religious fervor as he adores your girlfriend, who in turn only has eyes for you.

"It's okay," you reassure him, placing a hand on her head. "Remember the bad boy Harry. Tell the girls what you want and then go get it. As long as you have the girl's happiness in mind as well as your own nothing can go wrong."

"And when it comes to sex, you can say and do whatever you want" Emma adds. "When two people love each other, they forgive each other for mistakes the other makes while sex." You only now realize she's talking to you, too. "It's about the fun and the trust. Just because you get touched too hard, a girl shouldn't leave her boyfriend right away." You clear your throat.

"Within certain limits, of course." Emma giggles and kisses your glans while Harry hyperventilates slightly.

"Limits the woman should tell the man clearly. And then she can enjoy it." She looks at Harry without stopping to jerk you off. "Ask your girlfriend what she wants in bed. When you get an answer you can work with that. A lot of girls like to be controlled." She grins cheekily at him. "We have to take care of everything in real life anyway because you guys are too stupid to do it. In return, we want to be able to let go sometimes in bed." You take that as your cue and put your hand to the back of her head. Emma immediately breaks off contact with Harry and turns to you. She puts her head on the back of her neck and sticks her tongue out wide as she opens her mouth.

"Shit... Look out..." mumbles Harry as you push into her. Emma wants to laugh, but all that comes out is a hoarse cough and gag as she crosses her arms behind her back again and pushes it through. Her throat massages your shaft while you penetrate her and rest your hands on her head. It feels wonderful and you notice how Emma lets herself go more with every second she feels you inside her.

"Show your girlfriend more respect" you advise the boy whose knuckles are already turning white so much he clenches his hands into fists. "Trust her and get the information you need. Then you can do this too." With those words, you hold Emma in place, thrusting into her throat again and again with rapid precision. Your girl stiffens and lets you guide her while her gags and gurgles fill the white-tiled halls and make her body quiver. Her breasts bounce in time with your thrusts and her nipples are stiff and hard as you fuck her mouth. It's not like the last time. This time you know what you're doing.

Things start to get tight for Harry as he watches strands of mucus running down the chin of sweet Emma and collect between her firm breasts. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth and twitches along your pumping cock while her eyes begin to water and her hair flies in disarray. You slow your thrusts and finally pull out of her with more mucus and secretions running from her mouth and several strings covering her throat and the tip of your cock. Emma takes a deep breath, coughs once and looks proudly out at you while you rest your spear against her cheek and moisten her skin with your fluids. You check her condition but before you can say anything else she speaks.

"More please." Again she assumes the position, squinting only once quickly at Harry who can't believe it. Saliva drips from the tip of her tongue, forming a small puddle between her twitching thighs. She smiles as you push into her again and this time she takes her hands to help hold you to her. Contact with you is so important to her and she craves everything you can give her. This girl is so perfect. And this time it is Emma whose head impales itself on you in the burning desire to give you satisfaction. Her nose is running and tears are streaming down her cheek but she seems happy and moans every time she feels your cock bumping against the walls of her throat.

With effort you tear yourself away from the twitching head under you (only your looks, not your cock) and look over at Harry. Apparently you're better at torturing yourself than he is, because he's already starting to slide his fingers over his trunks. You don't mind seeing him touch himself, after all, you're the one Emma is blowing with zealotry right now. Apparently I'm the jerk around here who waits years to hook up with a girl. Am I the idiot here? At least you're getting laid. You hold out for a few more minutes during which Emma shows no signs of holding back even a little. When she needs air, she waits a few seconds, pressing her lips to your skin and the tip of her tongue against your testicles, then she pulls back, panting. Sometimes she spits drool on the floor or her protruding breasts, sometimes she wipes her mouth with her hand. Then she covers your spear with hot kisses, changing from whore back to sweetheart and stroking your throbbing piston. Her kisses are hot and fleeting. Sometimes she just puts her lips around your tip and plays with her tongue on your glans while her hands reverently wrap around your cock.

Meanwhile, Harry has moved to pressing his hands against his crotch and stroking his hard-on through his pants. You can understand him and judging by the look on his face he is worried that he might embarrass himself. What will happen if he cums too early?

"You're doing great" you encourage him while Emma lets her lips brush the side of your cock so hard that the tip of her nose touches your piston as well. "No shame in cumming fast on a... fuck... girl like Emma... ho... But you're strong."

"Thanks..." gasps Harry, not sounding very sure of himself. "She's doing really well, isn't she?"

"She's great," you praise your girl. You really need to ask her how she knows what she's doing, but think you know the answer. It's either Megan or...

"I want to please my great love" Emma gasps, a strand of secretion running from the corner of her mouth. Wide-eyed, she looks up at you. "Was I really that good?"

"A-plus with a golden star" you grin, feeling your legs tremble a bit. Now is not the time to wonder why Emma is so good at some things, though. After all, she is in most of the things she does. Now is another time. You pull Emma back up. Her knees are already a little sore and reddish but you don't mind. Harry, meanwhile, doesn't stop stroking himself and bends over a bit to better reach the places no girl has touched before.

"Take it slow buddy" you admonish him. "Now it's the girl's turn."

"You mean... on me?" But he shakes his head. "'Scuse me." You smile graciously.

"Now it's not about us Harry, look at Emma." Again you kiss her neck and turn her so Harry can admire her in all her smeared glory. "She's worked hard and for that she deserves a reward." Two pairs of eyes grow wide as you slide your hand under the waistband of her pants. Emma moans softly at first, then loudly. There is no need for caution, her lap is swimming in her juices and you pull out your wet fingers. It's sweet to see Emma blush a little as you show Harry your sticky fingers with her juices hanging between them. Your free hand strokes her belly and your body warms her back under the clinical light of the locker room. You're still standing in the middle of the aisle but neither of you cares. Harry watches as you slide your fingers over your girlfriend's lips. Bravely she waits for your cue and when you part her lips she greedily devours your fingers. "What do you taste?" you ask.

"Me," Emma says, sucking each of your fingers clean with relish. "My work for you." She continues to suck, moving her head and closing her eyes as Harry's hand moves between his thighs again. He's stronger than I would be in this situation. "My reward."

"That's right love." Then you look to Harry who is stroking his erection over his pants. You have to hurry up. "Women want tenderness too. I know what my Emma wants and I can give it to her. She feels safe with me." This time Emma can't say anything but keeps sucking greedily on your fingers while you rock her back and forth. Then your hands move down again, very slowly. "Reward them for telling you how to make them happy. Take the lead but show them you have their satisfaction in mind."

"Mmm... God..." You grin pityingly at Harry. As good as you are at talking, he's not really receptive anymore.

"Harry!" He pulls his eyes open and his hands from his crotch, then looks at you while Emma still has her eyes closed. "Do you think Emma deserves another reward?" That's a really mean question but the world isn't always fair and you want to see how Harry handles it. And Emma understands.

"Please Harry" she pleads and you have to pull yourself together not to laugh out loud or take her right here. "Please. I've been a good girl. Let me come. Give me his cock! I need it. Tell me what to do to get his divine cock!" Your new buddy looks from you to Emma without saying a word. Your girlfriend rubs herself lustfully against your body, expecting an answer, and you too would appreciate it if Harry could make up his mind. His swim trunks are already askew and hanging over his thigh while he supports himself with one hand against the wall and the other massages his cock. As you stroke Emma and massage her breasts you grow impatient, but don't want to push him too hard.

"Uh..." it finally comes. "She's your girlfriend..." He looks at Emma. Anyone else, you'd smack their face at a look like that but this is your game and Harry's just a spectator. "She's earned it. She was a...good girl." He smiles at Emma and she smiles back.

"Oh thank you Harry. Thank you so much." Then you grab her by the waist and unceremoniously lift her up. You turn Emma to face the wall and place your hand on her back. Determined, you bend her body down and she follows you obediently. Your fingers dig into the waistband of her pants and you kneel in front of her. With a glance at Harry, you nod at him and he literally tears the fabric of his trunks off his legs. He almost falls lengthwise as he gets one foot caught in his trunks, but keeps his balance and quickly catches himself again.

"Not so shy all of a sudden, huh?" you ask, grinning. Harry blushes but there is no rivalry between you. Meanly spoken, he has nothing to show that could be dangerous to you. You have the bigger dick and the love of Emma. Nicely speaking, you want to make someone lucky who might as well be you. If it were not for your sisters and Emma, what would have become of you? Nicely spoken you show a person that he has value. Harry's face contorts as he grips his penis with a trembling hand and rubs it quickly. "Now look very closely" you order and Harry nods eagerly. Then you move your body slightly to the side and your girl's butt in the other direction. You yourself have to strain not to drool as you pull her swim trunks down, exposing inch after inch of white, flawless skin.

"Awesome... Shit..." You grin. Briefly you block his view of Emma but her snatch is too tempting and your tongue finds its way in. Emma moans loudly and has to brace her arms against the wall.

"Thank you Harry" she hums and lightly bites her skin as your tongue makes her twitch. "Thank you for giving me this feeling."

"Shit... you're welcome... you're welcome..." Your new buddy is all in now and nothing can stop him. But there's one more thing you have to do, and then you can finally unleash yourself.

"Try not to come before Emma. At worst, use your tongue or hands on the girl to stay in the game longer."

"You certainly don't have to do that with your thing down there."

"Stop comparing dicks and take care of the girls dammit" you grunt sternly while fucking your girlfriend quickly with two fingers. Drops of her juice fly through the air and her ass vibrates under your movements while her legs tremble. "No girl has ever come because you thought you were too small. Girls think more than boys. Take advantage of that and get her horny before you penetrate."

"Like me...Oh God Finn...please...I can't take it anymore..." You nod again to Harry who pulls himself together with brute **** and slows his pace.

"Watch her face," you say still as you bring your gun to bear.

"So I can see what I'm doing right, sure" Harry nods breathlessly. His glans is already swollen and his testicles retracted. You know it from you. You have to hurry up.

"That too," you say, wondering if it's okay to use Emma this way. She likes to show off in front of others, you can feel it on your cock and your wet fingers. But are you allowed to use her lust to make another person happy? But it's not Emma who interacts with Harry. You wipe your fingers dry on her back. It is you acting through her. Emma is just your lovely and loyal and loved tool here that simply enjoys its use and loves you for the feelings you give her. "But mostly because it makes my girlfriend horny. Look at her face when I fuck her." Harry can only nod and Emma giggles as if befuddled while you get into position.

Then Emma and Harry's cries of pleasure echo simultaneously through the bright halls beneath the pool. You see it in his eyes. Harry imagines himself in your place. You grab Emma tightly by the waist and ram into her fast and hard. Even your watcher is surprised by your pace and moans in pleasure along with Emma as you allow him and her to let go. You lift Emma off the floor with your thrusts and she loses her newly purchased pants on the tiles while she braces her upper body against the wall, numbing her cries by pressing her mouth firmly against her arm. She looks over at Harry whose movements already seem to blur so quickly he jerks off. His legs are shaking and sweat forms on his forehead while your eyes are on your girlfriend's quivering body. Emma does not mind, quite the opposite

"God Harry" she gasps in her armpit as you work her body. "He's fucking me so good... He's so good... This is fantastic."

"Emma..." he mumbles, tightening his face. "Emma... You deserve this... You're a... good girl..."

"A good girl for my boyfriend" she gasps and her walls tighten around you.

"Be the man Harry" you gasp, slowing your thrusts a bit to give Emma air to breathe. Harry follows your movements without thinking about it. "Strength and determination."

"Fuck her doggy style!" he blurts out. "M-Mount her a-and show her w-who owns her... God shit!" Briefly, you think he's cumming. He can't have much blood left in his head and it looks like he's just saying whatever comes to mind. He takes your words to heart. Without saying anything you put Emma back on the floor. Her trembling feet land on her bikini bottom and she almost slips on it. You grab her under the belly and hold her tight until she has caught herself. No matter how horny she talks to Harry, her amorous looks are only for you. More than 7.5 billion people in the world and you are the only one she looks at like that. A literal miracle. Shaking your head, you help your girl into position but she touches you tenderly on the arm.

"Do you want to see me from the side or from the front?"

"W-why not from behind?" Emma giggles and buries her face in your chest where your heart beats wildly.

"Do you want to look at my ass all the time?" you ask dryly.

"Right..." grunts Harry who is leaning weakly against a wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His cock twitches just like yours and blood rushes through it. But watching Emma is enough. "From the front... face..." He looks at you. "Please."

"No problem," you say, helping Emma into position. Being quite the fighter you love, she drops to her sore knees and props herself up on her elbows. She interlocks her fingers under her chin and looks playfully at Harry from below while you place your cock between her butt cheeks.

"You better sit down too, honey," she says kindly. "Don't tip us over yet." She grins cutely and the hooker comes back out a little as she continues. "But don't point it at me, okay? Finn will kill you if I get any of it in my face." You have to smirk but Harry treats her instruction like holy writ. He leans back against the tile wall at right angles to you. He turns his head and tightens his bare legs while you penetrate Emma again. Instantly, she loses the strength in her arms and sticks them out lengthwise toward Harry. Her body rocks back and forth as you push down her back and her ass against you. She spreads her legs and allows you a clear view of her holes while you penetrate her and her juice drips onto the tiles between her thighs.

"Harry, he is so deep inside me. You won't believe it. Finn fucks so good. I'm going crazy... Shit Finn... Harry, you won't believe this... so good... horny... Heaven..." Her head slumps down onto her outstretched arms and it seems like she is praying while you fuck her. Harry stretches out his legs and his cock points steeply upward. His fingers clench as he loses control again and watches as if in a fever dream as you almost fuck your girlfriend into unconsciousness in front of him.

"Tell me what she looks like," you say to Harry to keep him alive and focussed. You have one more item on your list and Harry has to be in his right mind for that one. Maybe your task will distract him enough. All his senses are heightened and Harry responds immediately.

"Her eyes are twisted...ha...twisted. And she's... moaning and... biting her arm... why?" He looks at you, but remembers your words and goes back to watching Emma.

"Because she's about to come" you inform him, almost bursting with pride. You put your hands on her butt as you thrust into her body, sinking into her all the way. Sometimes you feel her walls against your glans but Emma is so tense that she will milk you dry with ease. "I do exactly what she likes."

"Yes!" shrieks Emma, then bites her arm again.

"She's crying," Harry gasps hoarsely. "And her nose is twitching...she likes it so much!" Again he reaches around his cock and rubs himself even faster. His legs tighten and you have to hurry. You grab Emma hard again and pull her upper body towards you. Harry can see her breasts bouncing wildly now as you put your arm around her neck and press her tightly against you. "Her tongue is hanging out of her mouth... and her eyes... You're hurting her" he exclaims and even stops jerking off. Nice lad.

"She's cumming Harry" you murmur "Watch her cum." Harry can't see Emma close around you and milk you with all her might but her face speaks volumes.

"She's looking at me!" he exclaims loudly as you feel yourself propelling Emma over the cliff. You catch her out in the fall, hold her tight and continue ramming into her as she jerks wildly in your arms. Her hands fly through the air until they find your arm around her neck. You drive her abdomen forward while her voice fails and her body burns with desire. Then, after a long, lovingly painful time, she goes limp in your arms and Harry looks at her with concern.

"Everything...okay...honey..." she gasps with pleasure. "Finn...is right...I...came...and how so..." She turns to you," Thank you...my love... master..." You kiss her on a strand of her hair that is stuck on her sweaty cheek and then look at Harry who actually forgot to jerk off.

"That was the first part," you say. Then Harry winces as you spin Emma around with **** and lay her on her back. Your knees ache and the tiles cut into your skin but Emma is just too good. You bend over her and reach under her back as Harry goes pale.

"Again?"

"Emma honey, what do you think?" you ask, grinning devilishly. You know the answer.

"My owner hasn't come yet," Emma says and Harry's eyes widen. "He has to come, or I won't be satisfied with myself."

"And her satisfaction is my goal," you say. You grin so hard your mouth hurts. "That's the point of a partnership." Then you look to the pale, scrawny boy who absentmindedly clutches his penis as if it's all that's keeping him alive. "You may come as soon as you are ready" you allow him. A little superiority won't kill him, after all. The boy nods eagerly and you lift Emma up enough so that her head slides back and she can look at Harry with him standing on his head for her. Her breasts bounce wildly under her pulled-down top and reach out to Harry as you start thrusting again. You ram right into her G-spot, robbing the girl of the ability to speak even remotely complex sentences. As Harry masturbates toward his explosive climax, Emma blurts out words that don't even have anything to do with sex. You've successfully short-circuited her brain while she reaches for something non-existent with her arms in the air.

"Oh, God!" exclaims Harry. "Not yet! I can't... Not yet!" You feel your juices rising inside you as Emma has her next orgasm. Her mouth flaps open but not even air comes out while her juices flood your womb and her legs slam uncontrollably on the tiles.

"Fuck!" you yell as loud as you can. Fuck attention. Your own orgasm surges through Emma like a tsunami, destroying both of you in the best way possible as you empty into her. And as your first shot roars against her walls and begins to flood her insides, she jerks her head up and looks you in the eye. She's off, shut down, but her base programs are still running, firing a single command through her mind while her whole body is on fire from your and her orgasm: 'Finn', 'Finn', 'Finn'. Then you hear something splatter against a wall as Harry roars loudly too.

"Veronica!" This is a surprise, but a good one.

"Finn!" screeches Emma too, looking at you with a stupid grin that lacks any intelligence. You pull your cock out of her and shoot several shots of cum over her body, her breasts, and several times into her face. Your girl jerks back from the tremendous **** of the loads, but quickly braces herself, opens her mouth and offers herself to you there.

"Emma," is all you say. You don't want to scream her name. But you want to look at her while her body goes limp. Quickly you bend over her and hold her tightly while she grinds her eyes shut. She looks as happy as you have very rarely seen her. Whenever there is only you in her beautiful, powerful head.

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A few minutes pass in which the white-tiled room is filled only with your roaring gasps. You would think Harry was dead, leaning against the wall like a corpse, his head fallen limply to the side and squinting in your direction. Emma is in your arms, her eyes open. She just looks at you. She wanted to put her hand to your cheek, but had no strength to do so. Now you hold her with yours against you and feel her fingers on your skin. As you and Emma look at each other, the corpse next to you stirs and comes back to life. Harry looks around and doesn't seem to know where he is at first.

"Over here wizard," you grin, drawing his attention.

"Not like the...wizard" he grins weakly and wryly. And then his eyes fall on Emma as if of their own accord.

"Harry," you say quietly but sternly. The boy looks at you. "One last look and then you'll only be looking at me, okay? In this state, she is entirely my responsibility." Harry waits for another second, then nods. He directs his gaze at Emma who slowly begins to stir. Smiling wearily, she spreads her legs for him who is as shocked as if the last hour of his life didn't happen. Then your girlfriend spreads her labia for Harry and winks while the proof of your connection with her leaks out.

"Someday you'll get one like me. I promise." And Harry lifts his gaze to her face. He smiles. Then his eyes leave your girlfriend. He's doing the right thing, and it deserves a reward. You are not inhuman and seeing how well the boy listens to you moves you. Slowly you rise and Harry follows you with his gaze while Emma sits down on her knees. You point to your backpack.

"Tell me, Harry, are you a good little boy?" He doesn't understand.

"What, uh..." His gaze wanders between your legs. Does he think now he has to pay the big price? Is that how I seem? This time you can't help laughing and Harry doesn't understand the world. You even put some bi-energy in your voice.

"Get my phone out and give it to me." Harry follows your instruction and as he turns back to you he raises his head to the ceiling to avoid looking at the girl crouching naked and covered in cum at your feet. "Good boy," you praise and pull out your cell phone. First, you snap a picture of Harry. He looks pathetic. Flaccid penis, drenched in sweat, trembling and with cum stains on his legs. "Your cell phone number?" Now Harry looks at you questioningly. "Your cell phone number," you demand more energetically. It takes three attempts, then he has the number out. You assure that it is correct, but you trust Harry. He is not capable of lying, he is too weak for that and he has too little blood in his head. You call the number and you get a dial tone. Then you send the photo to his cell phone. "If you tell anyone what happened here, if you so much as whisper the name Emma or create a trail to her, I'll send this photo to your Veronica, got it?"

"No!" exclaims Harry, almost indignantly. "I would never do that!" He's really angry. Then he mellows as he realizes he just challenged you. "What you did for me..." His eyes dart to Emma who has her hands on your hips, playing contentedly with your cock. Her fingers roam over your veins, scooping up bits of cum that she pops into her mouth. She's completely carefree, which makes you feel good. You nod at Harry.

"Okay. I believe you." With that, you turn to Emma and look at her. Harry can't believe his luck as you hit the send button on your phone. Four photos. Emma lying on her back, legs spread, smiling contentedly at the camera. Emma in close-up, finger with cum on it at the corner of her mouth. Sperm running over the nose. Smiling. Emma from behind, head half turned around, chastely smiling. And Emma standing in the hallway. One leg bent. Naked. Both hands formed into V-signs. Cum on face, winking and tongue out. As your girlfriend cleans herself with the towel and begins to dress you turn to Harry.

"If you ever get lonely. Everyone can use good memories." He looks at you like you told him the sky was green. "Or if your friends should ever tease you. I know what boys are like at that age." After all, you're only a few years older than Harry but feel like the king of the world with Emma.

"My God." He says that a lot these days. "Thank you, Finn. I'll never forget you for that. I'll never forget you." He goes to look at Emma, but quickly pulls himself together. You turn around laughing and see that your friend is already back in her bathing suit. Now that you've come down from your high, it's starting to get cold down here. You reach into your backpack and pull out a pack of tissues. You toss the pack to Harry.

"Clean up your mess, then go upstairs." You take care of Emma while she spreads her juices on the floor with her foot. Your cum has almost all spooned out of her and her body looks clean again with her secretions easily passing for water. So you have some time alone and while Harry is on his knees covering his tracks Emma hugs you tightly.

"You are really great Finn" she whispers and presses a chaste kiss on your cheek. After sex she likes to be the saint, something that suits you very well.

"I did this for you too," you say and Emma blushes slightly.

"I appreciate that." She chews her lips and looks over your shoulder at Harry. "And you claiming me like that is the greatest honor for me."

"It's my honor, too. A privilege to have you." Again you embrace as Harry rises.

"Thank you for showing me what I am worth," your girlfriend tells you.

"That goes for me too," Harry says, but then is silent as you enjoy your girl's closeness. As your embrace ends he continues talking. "I'm going to go...look at the photos." He laughs sheepishly. "Maybe my buddies have already left without me." He turns and waves goodbye while Emma snuggles up to you.

"Harry wait," she calls suddenly and you and he turn to her questioningly. Emma looks at you, then at Harry, then back at you.

"Can I ask you one more thing honey?" she asks you.

"Of course."

"I don't know if it's against your rules," she says, suddenly seeming so shy that it seems impossible that she's come twice in front of a stranger. "I don't want to break anything." You grab her under the chin and rub your noses together.

"Emma. Speak."

---

Grinning cheekily, you step back out into the pool area a few minutes later and look around. Emma, little, sweet, cute, naughty, devilish Emma. You shake your head and clear your throat. Your destination is quickly found. In fact, the group of guys is already making their way back. Towels over their shoulders and bags in their hands, they loudly complain about Harry the slowpoke. They make it easy for you.

"Hey!" you call out to the group and come stomping toward them. The boys see you and react as eighteen-year-olds do when faced with an older, angry rival. Anxiously. "Have you guys seen my girl? Brown hair, boring bathing suit?" The boys shake their heads but look at each other. "Where's the other one from your group? That son of a bitch has been eyeballing my girl the whole time."

"He's disappeared," blurts out one of the buddies. "He's not with us."

"We haven't seen your girlfriend."

"Stupid bitch," you grunt angrily, your stomach twisting. "If either of you touched her..."

"We would never!" the boys exclaim.

"What, you don't think my girlfriend is pretty?" You're really mean to them.

"Yes, we do! She's totally pretty."

"But she's mine, all right?" You play the strong but insecure macho convincingly enough for the guys to get scared of you. They nod eagerly. "Fuck off," you grumble, shooing the boys toward the exit. Right into the kill zone.

---

You lean back against the side of the pool and wait. Today has been really excellent and has gone much better than you planned. Briefly you consider what sex in front of Harry might do, but think nothing more of it. Then two dainty hands close around your eyes and make you realize that you are the king of Fuck Mountain.

"Who am I?" God, she is perfect.

"A dirty little bitch," you grin. Emma drops into the water next to you and is right back at your side.

"Your dirty little bitch" she says proudly. "Your possession."

"And?" you ask. No need to make her realize that she is so much more. She knows it. Her face lights up and Emma beams at you.

"They ran right into us. I think one of his buddies wet his pants." You laugh together.

"What did Harry do?" Her smile widens even more.

"He didn't even touch me. He just thanked me for my time and thought I deserved a better boyfriend. I thanked him for his number and meant I saved it under 'pizza guy'." Emma bursts out laughing. "You should have seen their eyes. They grabbed him and dragged him out of the hallway like he was a threat to national security."

"I gave them quite a run for their money too" you giggle happily. When Emma asked you for this favor, you of course agreed. Emma knows you don't deny any of your girls a wish and asked you anyway.

"I ran after him and hugged him," she tells you openly and honestly. "Thank you for letting me do that." You just nod and stroke her skin underwater. "But from now on, I'm just your girlfriend Finn." You kiss deeply. "Your girlfriend to whom you show the world and who can't believe she's so lucky to have you."

"I love you" is all you can say to that. It's what counts.

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