Go see Emily

Matt chose lunch to go to the nurse’s office.

He poked his head in tentatively, finding Emily at the desk focused on some paperwork. He slipped into the room and knocked on the door frame. She looked up but didn’t crack a smile.

“Hey, come sit down.”

Matt sheepishly obeyed, shuffling to the chair opposite and sitting down. Emily had her blonde hair up in a bun atop her head and her scrubs showed almost as much cleavage as they had the first time they met.

“Uh, hey,” he said.

A smile broke across Emily’s face and she started to giggle.

“Okay, okay, I can’t,” she leaned forward and grabbed his hand for a moment, “Was I convincing?”

“What...?” Matt asked.

“Duh, I work here, I have to act professional.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah, you had me fooled, too. I thought you were pissed at me!”

Emily giggled so hard she snorted. “Perfect! Oh man it was so hard! Earlier I wanted to do so much!”

“Oh yeah?” Matt said, raising his brow.

“Oh shut up, you know. So, how’s school?”

“It sucks, obviously. I’m sure you remember.”

Emily groaned. “Don’t remind me! I’m so glad I got out of this environment.”

Her eyes went wide for a second, then she continued.

“Oh! It looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other!”

Matt cocked his head, “Like, right now?”

She didn’t pause for his question, “The school offered me this job full time.”

“Isn’t this what you normally do?”

“No, I work nights at the hospital. This is just my part time thing when there’s shifts available,” Emily explained.

“Are you going to take it?” Matt asked.

“Depends, do you want to have a lot of hot sex with your school nurse?”

Matt choked and Emily just laughed.

“Maybe not that so much, but I wouldn’t mind. Mostly, it would just be easier to hang out.”

Matt considered for a moment. Keeping Emily a secret was looking to be pretty easy as long as Lucy didn’t see his phone. She had her own place, a real job... what’s not to love? Two women didn’t sound too bad, but he had only seen Emily once and it was already tearing him up inside.

“What do you want to do?” Matt asked, hoping Emily would have some answers.

“I don’t know,” Emily said, reclining in her chair, “the money isn’t as good but it’s more regular. Less excitement but every weekend off. The biggest plus is there’s this guy at the school...”

Matt grinned, “Oh? Seeing a teacher?”

“No, no. Teachers aren’t naughty enough for me.”

Matt was confused, to say the least. This was absolutely any schoolboys fantasy: a gorgeous adult sneaking around the rules for him. Part of him, the mature piece, knew he should either break off this little thing with Emily or break up with Lucy. But choosing was hard, especially when they were both beautiful and there was a real connection.

“I don’t know who could be naughty enough for you,” he flirted.

“Come home with me tonight and I’ll show you,” Emily quipped.

She giggled at the shock that washed over Matt.

“Really, though, you busy tonight?”

He wasn’t. He should lie and say he was.

“No, what’s up?”

Fuck.

“Let’s go out! I know a... actually, you can’t go there...” she said, looking into the distance.

“Why not?” Matt asked, suddenly defensive.

“Were you held back for, like, three years?”

“Oh, no. I get it.”

She nodded. “Anyway, we could still get dinner or something. I have some stuff you drink later at my house.”

“My tolerance isn’t very high...” he said.

“I’m not trying to get you drunk, silly. Let’s just get a little buzzed and fool around. It’ll be fun. Nicki works tonight, too.”

He really shouldn’t. Wasn’t cheating on Lucy once enough? Did he really need to go further? He glanced at Emily’s cleavage. Lucy couldn’t show her body off like that. He knew he shouldn’t compare them but... now that he’d tasted what Emily could offer he only wanted it more.

“Are you asking me out?” Matt asked.

“I mean, yeah...” Emily voice trailed off, “What’s wrong? Are you not, like, into that with me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No,” Emily admitted, “but you act awfully weird when I mention seeing you, especially since you stalked me and everything.”

“Yeah, that was borderline not cool.”

“Matt,” his heart skipped a beat when she said his name, “it was kinda not cool, period. But, it’s fine. I’m not trying to guilt you but it’s weird you went out of your way to see me and now you’re wishy washy about going out for real.”

Matt swallowed. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He knew better than to push this issue.

He averted his eyes for a moment and there was an odd silence. Matt needed time to think, to consider, but the impulsive side of him took over and broke the silence.

“Let’s go out.”

“Are you sure?” Emily asked.

“Yeah. Really. I guess I’m not surprised you’re even interested in me.”

Emily grinned. “That’s a conversation to have over dinner.”

“Then let’s have dinner,” Matt said.

“Maybe,” Emily said, “If you tell me why you want to go out with me.”

Matt looked at her carefully, “Well that isn’t fair.”

“I’ve shown interest in you,” she said, “I want to make sure you actually want to see me.”

She had a point. Emily had sent him messages and sought him out to hang out or communicate. He had basically just ignored her or begrudgingly responded. Actually, he realized, this was the perfect opportunity to break it off. No harm done, be faithful to Lucy and nobody has to be the wiser. But... Emily was great. He felt something real with her, too, and didn’t want to give it up. One real date couldn’t hurt.

“I felt a real connection with you. Yeah, I shouldn’t have followed you the other night but I don’t really regret it because I had a lot of fun and I think you’re really great.”

Emily smiled. “I’ll accept that.”

Matt smiled back, “Dinner, then?”

She nodded. “I’ll make a reservation for tonight. But, you need to make plans for the next date.”

The next date?

Matt spoke up, “The next date?”

Emily nodded. “If you aren’t thinking there could be more dates then why are you going out with me? Because I’ll put out?”

Matt shook his head fervently. “No!”

“Are you just agreeing to go out with me to get me off your back?”

“No!” Matt exclaimed.

“Where do you see this going?” she asked.

“I don’t really know,” Matt answered, “I feel a little in over my head, honestly. You’re way too good for me.”

“You don’t know me that well,” she teased. “But the reservation is to a pretty nice place so... get used to being over your head.”

“I’ll do my best,” Matt said.

“Okay, now, kiss me quick and get out of here before anyone gets suspicious.”

Matt blushed but stood and Emily came around the desk to meet him. He leaned down and kissed her, the soft scent of her hair wafting over him as they settled into a moment that was more emotional than Matt expected.

“Okay, get going,” she said after a moment with a sad expression.

Matt dashed out into an empty hallway wishing he had never seen her and that he hadn’t left so soon.

—

The rest of Matt’s day was a blur. He was so anxious for class with Lucy, assuming she would know what he was up to. She noticed he was nervous but he was able to deflect the suspicion.

“Just school stuff.”

Lucy bought it without a pause. He hated that she trusted him so much, but only because he knew he didn’t deserve it. Secretly, he wished she could just figure it all out and get mad enough at him the problem went away because Matt lacked the courage to take care of it himself. He didn’t realize he had a weakness for larger women.

Lucy barely had time for him after school and he was left alone walking to his car. Emily messaged him as he sat into the driver’s seat.

“I’ll pick you up at 5!”

—

Emily was a tad late but not rudely so. Matt dashed into her car with as nice of an outfit as he could get away with without his family noticing.

“Hey, cutie,” Emily said as Matt climbed into her sedan.

He couldn’t see her whole outfit because she was seated but he could see her giant tits. Her dress was bright red and hardly covered any of her big, soft pillows. It came up over her shoulder underneath her blonde hair that she styled down and mostly straight. Her eyes appeared extra blue underneath her long, black lashes and mascara. Her lips were bright red. Around her neck he could see a sparkling choker that matched the dazzling diamond bracelet around her wrist.

“Holy... wow,” he stuttered.

“You like it?”

“Yeah, you look... incredible.”

Emily pulled him toward her by the collar for a short kiss. “Good to see you, handsome.”

—

Matt was indeed in over his head at the restaurant. It was easily one of the fanciest he had ever been to.

When Matt got to see Emily’s full look his jaw dropped. Her dress was tight across her figure and ended just above her knee. He could see every curve and he couldn’t get enough. When they sat her breasts rested on the table and emphasized her cleavage so much he started getting hard in his chair.

Emily wasn’t shy, either. She showered him with attention and her potty mouth returned. The personality she had outside work was very attractive to Matt.

“Matt, my eyes are up here?” she giggled for the fourth time since they sat down.

“Sorry, you know...”

“I love that you like my tits. I wore this dress for a reason, you know,” she teased.

“It’s incredible.”

Matt stumbled through dinner. He couldn’t pronounce most of the food and Emily just watched him struggle with a grin. The food was delicious enough to forget about it, and the view was second to none. A couple times Matt would think of Lucy but Emily was so fun and sexy it never lasted for long. He was even ignoring her messages to have more time to stare at the busty blonde across the table.

“This place is so fucking good,” she sighed after she finished her meal.

Matt nodded in agreement. “So, what’s next?”

“Normally, you’d take me to a bar but... that’s not going to happen.”

“Yeah, sorry about that...” Matt shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s fine. I have just the solution.”

Emily took him back to her place, blasting pop anthems and laughing as the screamed the words. Her energy was infectious and soon Matt was singing along even if he didn’t like the music. He wanted to get his hands on her but the restaurant was too fancy and he felt uncomfortable showing any affection when he was underdressed and obviously quite a bit younger than his date. That wasn’t a problem as they walked to her door and Matt made sure he had a hand across her ass.

They paused at her door.

“Well, that was fun,” she said.

Matt nodded, waiting for her to unlock the door.

Emily stood idly, an expectant look on her face.

“You have to kiss me goodnight.”

Matt raised one brow.

“You can’t come in if I don’t invite you and I can’t do that without a goodnight kiss.”

“That seems rigged. You drove me,” Matt teased.

“Maybe next time you’ll take me out,” she flashed a mischievous grin.

“Come here,” he said, leaning in.

As their lips met Matt couldn’t believe this was their first real kiss of the evening. Her hands were trapped between them in the deep valley of her chest, holding his collar to keep their lips together. Their mouths slowly opened into the kiss, sinking deeper, and Matt took the cue to prod her lips with his tongue.

Emily pulled away and bit her lip. “Would you like to come inside for a drink?”

“I’d love to,” he said, following her into the apartment.

Matt watched Emily’s ass sway with each inside her tight dress. He was already undressing her in his mind, replaying the first time he was in this apartment. She grabbed a bottle from the freezer and slammed on the kitchen island.

“This is all I have,” she announced.

Matt looked at the almost full bottle of Fireball.

“I normally mix it with stuff but it’s supposed to be grocery day,” Emily said. She took a pull.

“Fuck, so fucking gross.”

Matt looked apprehensive when she pushed the bottle toward him.

“If you think it's gross why make me drink it?”

“Because I took you to dinner and brought you to my house so this way we’ll be even.”

Matt nodded. She had a point. He grabbed the bottle and took a deep breath, ready to absolutely drain the bottle, impress his date, then take her to her bed and ravage her. He threw his head back and the instant the liquid hit his tongue he choked and nearly spat it across the room.

“Oh shit,” he choked, “What the fuck!”

Emily was almost rolling on the floor she was laughing so hard.

“Oh my god, that was fucking priceless!” Emily roared, grabbing the bottle and throwing back another pull just to show off.

“Hilarious,” Matt spat with grimace.

“Oh, shush, it was cute. You were so determined. We’ll work on it.”

“Will we?”

“Of course,” Emily said, “I can’t show you off to my friends if you drink like that.”

Emily always seemed to be awfully serious about this. Matt pondered the implications, but that made him feel odd. He had already had a lot of fun with Emily, why was he trying to think about it? Why was he trying to ruin this moment? He knew it was because he should be thinking about Lucy right now, but he was so hot for the blonde making eyes at him he couldn’t even remember he was a taken man.

“What will they think?” he asked.

“That you’re a pussy!” Emily started laughing again.

“Give me that,” Matt demanded, reaching for the bottle.

“Make me, pussy,” Emily teased. She dropped the bottle between her giant tits and looked at him, challenging him to take it.

Matt bit his tongue and grinned. He dashed around the island, Emily hobbling away. He made it to her easily, slamming her backwards into the counter. He took this opportunity to grab for her breasts, catching one of her tits instead of the bottle. Emily let out a playful moan, giggling as Matt fumbled for the alcohol. Finally, he fished it out and let out a shout. He was more fateful this time but still only swallowed a small mouthful before spluttering and coughing.

“Fuck!”

Emily could hardly stop giggling. “It looked so good until you tried to drink it.”

“It’s gross,” Matt commented.

“Nah,” Emily stoke the bottle and took another long drag. “You’re just a pussy.”

“You better be careful,” Matt warned.

“Or what?” Emily mocked him, still in his arms, challenging him with her eyes.

Matt dove in and pressed his lips to her. The taste of the cinnamon and alcohol was fresh in her kiss but Matt didn’t mind. Her lips were soft but he could feel their heat. They each pushed the kiss further, tongues slipping into action as the passion swelled. She pushed him back into the island, taking control but refusing to let his lips leave hers. After a minute she pulled away.

“Hey, come back here,” Matt said as she danced away.

“You’re going to have to make me,” Emily said while her bright blue eyes again leveled a challenge.

Matt said, “Oh, will I?”

“If you want me, you will.”

Matt wanted her. He wanted her bad. Her breasts called to him and he missed her expert lips.

“Come on, Matt, make me your woman,” she said sweetly, blowing him a kiss.