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I arrived at Memorial Park at 7:00, 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: So you’re telling me you’ve never heard of either Sutton Foster or Anne of Green Gables?

Me: Not really. I’d heard of Anne of Green Gables at least. But not Sutton Foster.

Emma: Clearly you don’t know much about Anne of Green Gables either since the second book in the series is actually called Anne of Avonlea. I kind of thought that one was too easy.

Me: Sorry to disappoint.

Emma: We’ll, at least Trent wasn’t disappointed. I scheduled to meet with him at Robinson Park at 6:30. You missed on both the time and place of the meeting, so he’s already learned about my lack of panties. We’re getting a bite to eat, and then he’s going to get to find out what it’s like to fuck your girlfriend.

Me: Damn

Emma: 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?

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

Emma: 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?

Me: I’m honestly not sure.

Emma: 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.

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, fucking her, even though I still hadn't been allowed to.

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.