Her Needs

Emma cleared her throat. “We are straying a bit from our goal here.”

“Right,” I said with a deep breath. “I guess we are in agreement?”

Emma looked over at Mike, who nodded. She did as well. “I suppose we are.”

No one said anything right away. The silence wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be, but it was clear no one knew what to do next.

Emma was the one to break the silence as she stood, running her hands over her tight jeans as if she were smoothing them out. “Do you have a condom on you, Mike?”

He looked to me, then to her. “Yeah.”

“Want to show me how much you’ve improved?” she asked, a confident smile on her face. “I’ve heard nothing but praise from the girls, so I’m curious what the fuss is all about.”

“We have time?” Mike asked, glancing at me.

I barely heard him, my entire focus on Emma. She wasn’t looking at me though. “Parents aren’t going to be home for hours,” I said as I **** myself to look at Mike.

He rubbed at his neck. “Man, this is still so fucking awkward.”

“First couple of times probably will be,” Emma said. “To be honest, I’m a bit nervous too.”

“You? Nervous?” I said, faking a dramatic gasp.

“Our relationship is changing. Again. Of course I’m nervous.”

Mike was standing, looking a bit lost. “Uh… About the watching—”

“He won’t be watching this time,” she declared. Not even a moment to consult me or let me have a say.

He visibly relaxed. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m willing to give it a shot. Just… later.”

“Take your time,” I said as I stood too. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. As Emma said, communication is important and I have a feeling we have plenty of time to slowly figure things out.” Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around her waist and held her against me.

“Mike, do you mind waiting in Isaac’s room for a bit? Isaac and I have some stuff to do before and I would like some privacy.”

“Sure thing,” he said, heading for my room. “Take your time.”

“And Mike?” He looked over his shoulder. “Lose the clothes.”

Shaking his head, he went inside.

She turned to face me, looking up. “So,” she said.

“So.”

Emma seemed to be thinking about something, so I didn’t interrupt. As the silence continued, I began to wonder if maybe she was waiting for me. “Something wrong?”

“I wasn’t completely honest about the fantasy thing.”

“Oh?”

She nodded. “I didn’t want to bring it up in front of Mike, and we need to have a longer conversation about it later…” She sighed shifting her weight as she fought for the words.

She didn’t need them. I understood what she was talking about. “The teasing?”

A happy smile formed. The smile of someone who felt understood. “The teasing,” she confirmed. “Our relationship needed to take priority, but now that I feel we are in a good place—”

“You want to start it up again.”

“I do. But this plays into the fantasy thing.”

“I’m listening.”

“You know how I enjoy taking on a different persona. I enjoy losing myself in the character.” I nodded as she continued. “I want more of that. Not just the teasing, but the roleplay aspect as well. I want us to take up roles and see where they go. Not all the time of course, but something to spice things up.”

“Sounds interesting.”

She looked nervous. “Yeah?”

“I enjoyed our little moments after DnD, twisted as some of them were.”

Her nervousness didn’t fade. “I’m just afraid I’ll go too far. I don’t want to pull another incident like with Colin.”

I gave her a reassuring smile as I rubbed her arms. “You won’t. I’m not the same guy I was back then. There was still a lot of insecurity then, but now? I know what I mean to you. Making love to you cleared a lot of those away and clarified what our relationship means to me. What it means to you. I love you, Emma and I’m willing to try whatever you want. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.” My smile widened. “Besides, I just gave you a blank check to screw my best friend. I think I can handle listening to how another guy drives you wild.”

She bit her lip, thinking. Slowly, she nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.” I took a deep breath. “So, how is this going to work?”

“I’m thinking we set up a word. Once that word is said, everything said and done within that is understood as part of the game. Red can still be our safe word and either one of us can say it at any time. Red can also be our stop word, signaling the end.”

I nodded. “And we are starting fresh, Emma. Nothing is off the table right now, so feel free to do or say whatever. I’ll let you know what works and what doesn’t. You do the same.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. And to make things simple, we’ll have green be our start word.”

“That works.”

She was silent, arms crossed over her chest.

“Emma?”

Gnawing lightly on her lip, she took a few breaths. “Wondering how best to approach this.” I raised an eyebrow. “I know you like me being all sweet and innocent, but I’m not feeling it today.”

I ran my hands over her arms, giving them a light rub. “Do whatever you want. I’m sure I’ll love it.”

She continued to hesitate. “I may get a bit mean this time.” Her eyes looked up at me, asking silently for my permission. By that, I understood she was going to get mean. If she wanted to try that, I was game.

“Okay,” I said with a deep breath.

“I’m serious, Isaac. Anything you don’t want, tell me now.”

“Clean slate, Emma. You press the gas and I will brake if we need it.”

She gave me a quick peck on the lips and I heard her whisper, ‘I love you,’ before taking a step back. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and opened them. “Green.”

Emma shifted before my eyes, her expression turning annoyed.

“God, I’m so fucking horny right now,” she said, lightly fanning herself as she thrust a hip out to the side, resting her other hand on it. Her gaze turned to me as if noticing me for the first time. Unlike the kindly stares she had given me before, this was filled with contempt. “What’s the point of having a boyfriend if he’s only going to fuck you once a week—and only when it’s convenient for him?”

Her words were scathing. Even with the warning, I wasn’t quite expecting this. The words were never the issue, but the way she said them. Emma was a woman who put everything into whatever persona she was wearing at the time. It was like she was a completely different person.

My girl was never boring, that’s for sure.

I opened my mouth to say something but was quickly interrupted.

“Sarah was right. Relationships are fucking pointless.” She huffed. “I was having sex two, three, sometimes even four times a week. Best part? A new dick every week to keep things fresh and exciting. Now?” With a tsk, her eyes ran over me. “Chained to one guy who thinks a minute or two of forceful thrusting is enough to satisfy a woman.”

That was a bit of a low blow. Not to mention complete bullshit. I had to remind myself that she was playing a role and exaggerating things. Hard to do when she was so god damn convincing.

“That’s a little unfair, don’t you think?” Her eyes widened, nostrils flaring as if shocked I had the audacity to speak.

“Unfair? Unfair? Unfair is needing a good and proper fuck and the only dick I’m allowed to have doesn’t even get me breathing hard.” She sauntered over to me, a hard sway in her hips. “What I need is a man who can properly give me what I want—no—what I deserve.” Her eyes ran over me before giving me a dismissive flick of her hair. “Won’t be finding that here.”

She got a few steps toward my room when I stopped her. “Where are you going?”

“To find a man who can give me what I need.”

“He’s right here.”

She let out a humorless laugh. “What? You?” I gave her a hard look and her mouth opened. A cruel smile formed as she laughed. “Oh. You’re serious!” I’d never heard her laugh like that before. It was a mix of dismissive and incredulous. Facing me, she moved in close, voice dropping. “Isaac, have you forgotten what I promised?” Her voice was slow, dragging the blade across the skin. On her toes, she pressed her lips against my ear. “You will never, ever fuck me.”

My eyes widened as she stepped away, enjoying the reaction I was making. How long ago was that? It seemed like a lifetime ago when I had her on my bed, weighing the choices she gave me. Was she serious about that or was she just saying it in the moment?

“Emma,” I called out as she backed away. She only smirked, continuing to drift away.

She paused at my door. “I’m going to leave the door open, Isaac. Let you hear what it sounds like when a woman finally gets a proper fuck.” Emma had the look of someone who remembered something. “Oh, and no peeking. I know you might be tempted to cheat, but it’s pointless to try and copy things you’ll never be able to replicate.”

With a smug smile, she turned and walked into my room.

I continued to stare at the now empty threshold. With a breath, I ran my hand through her hair. Not as bad as I thought it would be. It kind of stung because I know there were some nuggets of truth in there, but that’s what made it so great. I did prefer her sweet and innocent Emma, but I agreed with her choice on this one. It was a throwback to when we were fumbling around blindly at the start of all this, only with the teeth of someone who understood you on a deeper level. This was a side I knew Emma had and I wasn’t afraid of exploring it now within the confines of our game.

The sound of talking drifted from my room. It was muffled and too soft to make out, but I could hear them in there. Mike was probably confused as hell with what he heard. Knowing he had undoubtedly heard at least some of that made my cheeks heat. Another weird quirk of mine. My girlfriend was in there about to screw my best friend and I was getting all flustered over him hearing Emma tease me with some roleplay.

Thinking of Emma and Mike made me sit on the edge of the couch, back straight as I folded my hands together. My heart was pounding at the silence. What was taking so long? Emma needed to undress of course, but Mike should already be naked.

Maybe she was getting herself ready? Some light foreplay?

I glanced at the doorway, resisting the urge to go over and see what the hell was going on. The silence was so much worse than noise. With noise, at least I knew what was going on. This though?

Was everything okay?

Was Mike having second thoughts? Probably, after listening to all that.

My face heated again as my legs bounced up and down.

I should go check. Emma told me not to, but this…

I stood. A step towards the door and I froze, stopping myself.

I couldn’t. She told me not to.

God damn it, Emma. Why did you have to leave the door open? It was taunting me. The first time she and Mike had done this, the door was closed. The silence was because Dad used quality materials. With the door open, I should have been able to hear something. Anything.

Emma’s voice caused my heart rate to spike. A moan. Soft, but audible. It was her without a doubt; too feminine to be Mike.

Taking a sharp breath, I heard it again.

Emma was moaning. Something she hadn’t done with me. Not like that.

But with Mike?

I found myself sitting on the edge of the couch again, facing the doorway as best I could. If I didn’t sit, I would undoubtedly go over and look inside.

Another moan.

Another.

She was enjoying herself. I could hear her enjoying herself. Her face filled my mind. That lovely face as she stared intently at me when we were together. Silent and intense.

With Mike it was something else. I could only imagine what they were doing in there. I knew what, but not how. How was he doing this to her? To get those sweet noises out of her...

“Mike.” Hearing her moan his name sent a shiver down my back. Right now, Emma and Mike… How? Was she on top? Was she on the bed, legs wrapped around him as he—?

Mouth open, I sucked in breath after breath as I struggled to keep calm. It was weird how I could be so casual with the idea of Emma with other guys, but here in the moment I barely kept control of myself. But that wasn’t the case, was it? She always drove me wild like this when she was with another guy. Being able to hear her in the moment—or better, watch—as it was happening. It made it all better. Video and pictures were great, but there was something about being in the moment when it was happening. It was like I was a part of it. Stupid, considering I was sitting on the couch a room away while they were together, but hearing Emma was what sold it. That was for me. Her way of letting me know how much she was enjoying this; including me in this twisted affair even as another man pleasured her.

Because that was my role in this game of ours. The unsatisfying boyfriend who had to listen to his girl be fucked silly by another man.

Something had changed. Emma’s moans weren’t the steady and soft things they once were. There was a rush to them. A breathlessness.

“Oh! Oh, Mike! Fuck! Jesus Christ, Mike! Oh my god!”

My world spun as I heard her cry out in pleasure. She wasn’t moaning anymore. Her pleasure was too much for something small like that. I listened to her passionate cries. The way she called out his name. Mike wasn’t quiet either, his deeper groans and moans joining her siren cries.

“Fuck, Emma. You are so fucking beautiful.”

He was rewarded with his name.

“Fuck me, Mike. So fucking good! Mike!”

I felt sick, my stomach a twisted mess. Not because of what I heard, but because I couldn’t see it. I ached for it. The monster demanded satisfaction from this cruel ****. I wanted to see Emma. Needed to see her at the climax of pleasure. To watch as bliss filled her entire being. Only being able to listen was ****.

“Right there!” she suddenly shouted. “Right there, Mike. Just like that. Oh. Oh, god! Mike. I’m—Yes, yes, yes! Mike. Mike. Miiike!”

Her scream had me rushing to the door. Before I could look inside, I spun around.

Fuck!

God damn it, Emma!

She was cumming. Cumming and I couldn’t see it. This wasn’t fair!

Mike wasn’t finished with her. Her voice was an octave higher than normal, screaming in pleasure as he continued. Her body undoubtedly sensitive from her orgasm and he was still going.

Good fucking job, Mike!

More. I wanted to hear more. More of her whimpers of pleasure. More cries and gasps as she struggled to deal with the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing. Mike was overloading her, and I loved every second of it.

“Emma.” I was familiar with that tone of voice. It was the sound of a man who was skirting the edge.

“Cum,” she cried out. “Cum for me, Mike!”

Long groans and Emma’s moan joined together before silence returned.

Sweat ran down my face. I was practically panting, lungs never able to pull in enough air to fuel the powerful thuds of my heart.

It was over.

Did that mean I could go in?

I needed to see it. To see her.

My Emma. My wonderful, beautiful, Emma. The woman I loved with all my heart.

Rooted to my spot, I didn’t move as I fought the monster inside me.

Mike appeared at the door, dressed and still sweaty from the effort. He was a bit unsure of himself as he looked at me.

He didn’t ask me if I was okay.

“She, uh…” Taking a deep breath, he stood a little straighter. Forcing a grin, his movements were a bit stiff as he walked over. Slapping me on the arm, his grin widened. “God damn, your girl is one hell of a f-fuck.” He winced. “Sorry. She told me—” He sighed, deflating. “Damn it. I fucked it up.”

“Mike.” He looked up. “You don’t have to **** yourself.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine. I want to be supportive and all that. It’s just… Going to take some time.”

I clasped my hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, man.” He nodded, still looking stiff as he avoided my eye. “Mike?” He finally met my gaze. “I’m going to need you to get the fuck out now,” I said with a grin.

His eyes widened. “R-right.” A natural grin formed. “Have…uh… fun?”

He didn’t stick around, bolting for the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, I finally got my chance to look inside.