Finish the Game .

I arrived at Robinson Park at 6:00, just as the notes from Emma had told me to do. Mike pulled up just a couple of minutes after I did and got out and brought me my phone.

“Well, how did it go?” He asked me.

I shrugged. I certainly wasn’t sure I got all the right answers, but I had done my best.

“I have no idea, really.”

“So what do you do next?”

“I text her and wait for her next instructions.”

“Well, good luck.”

“Thanks,” I said as he turned and headed back to his car.

I opened up my text app and clicked the thread between Emma and I and clicked on the option to share my location with her.

After a couple of minutes, she texted me back.

Emma: Congratulations! I’m surprised that you knew about Sutton Foster and Anne of Green Gables. Or perhaps you just got lucky?

Me: Perhaps you’ll never know.

Emma: So you’re saying you got lucky. Well, that’s okay. You got the right time and the right location. I’m meeting Trent here at 6:30. You remember the bench we sat on Monday night?

Me: Of course. How could I forget?

Emma: Well, meet me there in five minutes. Bring the present you got from Sarah and we’ll see if you brought the panties or not.

I got out of the car and briskly walked over to the bench where Emma was sitting.

She looked spectacular. She was wearing a lightweight skirt with a floral print on it that didn’t quite reach mid-thigh, so it exposed a lot of her marvelous legs. She had a short sleeved white blouse on top that was just transparent enough that I could make out the outline of her bra underneath it. It was a very sexy look.

I moved over and sat down next to her on the bench. She leaned in and gave me a tender kiss.

“Shall we open the present?” She asked.

I handed it to her. She unwrapped the package and opened the box. She began to extract the large sheets of tissue packing paper that were stuffed inside the box. As she did so, and object fell down into her lap. I looked down and saw that it was a condom.

Shit!

“C’mon,” she said to me with a grin, “you didn’t know Pitch Perfect?”

“I knew Anna Kendrick was in it, but I wasn’t sure what her character's name was. I thought maybe you were trying to throw me off with that one.”

“Nope,” she said. “I lofted you a softball on that one, and you still whiffed on it.”

She picked up the condom and then she got that look on her face that I was beginning to learn to recognize. I could see the hunger in her eyes, and the mischievousness. It was Ella. She waved the condom in front of me.

“I’m sitting in this park, Isaac, waiting to meet Trent. I’m intentionally not wearing any panties, and you know that. You bring me a gift to prepare me for the meeting with your friend, and it’s a condom? I’m not sure I can think of a clearer invitation for me to fuck your friend.”

“But I … ummm,” I started to say.

“Ssshhh,” she said pressing her finger to my lips. “It’s okay. You want me to fuck Trent. I’m okay with that. He’s a good looking guy. I’m going to really enjoy busting his sweet innocence.”

“Damn,” was all I could think to say.

"I’m going to enjoy fucking him Isaac. And I’m going to enjoy making you wait until after prom to get a chance with Emma. Maybe next week you’ll do better and save Emma from having to fuck Ben. She doesn’t really want to. I want to do it because of what that will do to you. All four of your friends, fucking me before you ever get your sweet little Emma. How delicious is that?"

"I’ll confess that I’m not totally sure. I still have incredibly mixed feelings about all this."

"I know. That’s what makes it so much fun for me. Maybe I’ll let you know all about what Trent and I get up to. Maybe I’ll even send you pics or videos. Or … maybe I’ll make you just wonder what may or may not have happened, like I did with Mike this week. Which would you prefer?"

"I’m honestly not sure," I said.

"Perfect. I’ll choose for you then. Have a good night, Isaac. Don’t wear out your hand too much while Trent’s trying to wear out your sweet little girlfriend's pussy. Now run along. I’ll be meeting Trent here soon. We wouldn’t want him seeing you here, now would we?”

I stood and she handed me the box and wrapping paper.

“And go ahead and throw these out on your way out, please.”

And that was the last of her communication with me for quite a while. I stopped to get a burger on the way back to the house. It was going to be a very long night, sitting at home, thinking about the fact that yet another one of my friends was going to be with Emma.

God, why did I want this to happen?

It made no sense, and yet, I had to will down my erection all evening long as I thought about Trent and Ella.