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 package 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 present 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 pair of panties.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but also felt a small pang of disappointment. It was odd to feel a little disappointment at the knowledge that my girlfriend wasn’t going to fuck my friend, but such was the nature of the fantasies that Emma had uncovered.

“Well, look at you, Isaac,” she said to me with a smile. “You got all the questions right. Looks like all Trent is getting is an apology and an invitation to play D&D with us again. I’m sure he’d be disappointed if he knew what he was missing, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, now will it?”

“Definitely not,” I said. “Think you’ll convince him to come play with us again?”

“Oh, I think I will,” she said.

And then she wrapped her arms behind my neck and pulled me in for a much more passionate kiss.

“Mmmm,” she moaned into my mouth. “You taste so good.”

“You too,” I agreed. “I could just kiss you all day like this.”

“Well, you could, except that Trent is coming in a little bit. You’ll have to run along now. I’ll stop by your place after I talk with him and you can kiss me to your hearts content.”

“I seriously doubt that,” I replied.

“Why not?” She asked.

“Because I don’t think my heart will ever be content enough to stop kissing you.”

“Oh god,” she said, slapping me on the arm. “When did you get so fucking sappy?”

“The day I met you,” I said.

“Get out of here before you make me throw up.”

I stood and picked up the box and wrapping paper to throw away. Emma slipped the panties on over her shoes and then stood and pulled them up and into place. I got a quick glimpse of her ass when she did that before she was smoothing her skirt down in place.

“Now get,” she said, “before Trent gets here and wonders why you are here.”

I walked back to the car and stopped for a burger on the way home. It felt good to have won the knowledge quest, even if it meant squelching the fantasies inside of me for a little while. It meant it was possible that I was only one week away from finally getting to be with Emma. I just had to win the next week’s challenge and she was mine.

Emma got to my house about an hour after me, having stopped at the same burger joint I went to. She brought her food down into the basement to eat while hanging out with me.

“How did it go?” I asked her.

“Good,” she said. “He accepted my apology, and agreed that he would come back and play with us on one condition.”

“And what was that?” I asked.

“That I give him a blowjob.”

“What?”

She just looked at me and shrugged.

“What’s a girl to do?” She asked.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I complained.

And then she smiled at me. I recognized that smile. I’d seen it earlier on the face of her little sister.

“I talked to Emily earlier today,” she said, “after you stopped by the house. We laughed about how easy it is to tease you. The look on your face when I said Trent wanted a blowjob? Priceless, Isaac, priceless.”

“You two are incorrigible,” I insisted.

“I suppose you could punish me,” she said to me.

“And how would I do that?” I asked.

“I mean, I hate kissing. A lot. So if you were to kiss me for … say … the next hour or so, that would really show me.”

“I’m sure it would.”

And so I really showed her.

God did that feel good.