Is he attached?

After going with Gerald back to his place, Emily realizes she hasn't asked a big question. "I have told you so much about me, but I haven't asked you an important question. So here it is, are you married, engaged or otherwise attached," Emily inquires.

Gerald looks at her and replies, "Emily, I am totally unattached." Emily smiles, and looks up at Gerald. The fun seems like it has just begun for Emily.

Emily walks around Gerald, smoothing her dress against her belly as she passes. He follows her from the entry, and she looks around at the place. As they pass the kitchen, he opens the refrigerator and extracts 2 bottles of beer. She accepts the offer and he opens the bottle for her. Taking it, Emily continues and notices a playroom with a pool table in the center.

"Damn, that's a nice table. Maybe we can get a game in," Emily says as she tips up the bottle and takes a big swallow, "I haven't played for awhile." Watching her as she speaks, Gerald sees the condensation from the bottle drip off the bottle and run down her chest to disappear between her nice rack.

Gerald walks over to the cue rack and takes one, then gets the ball rack and proceeds to place the balls on the table. Emily sets her bottle down and picks up a cue. Miming the cue action, she notices her dress was not the best thing to wear for a pool game. She will either be showing her tits or ass with every shot.

Emily asks Gerald if he has any stuff she could wear, like maybe a sweatshirt and sweatpants, while they play pool. Gerald tells her to follow him, and they go down the hall to what she thinks is the spare bedroom. Gerald says his little sister has some clothes there that should fit. She looks in the drawer, and sees some shirts. Turning around, she finds he has left her alone. "How old is your sister? This stuff looks like it belongs to a teenager," she asks. Gerald replies, "She's 16, but kinda short still."

Emily finds a pair of gym shorts and a well-worn t-shirt that should fit. Sliding out of her dress, she pulls on the shorts, which she finds fit pretty well. The t-shirt was another story. Gerald's little sister must not have very large breasts as when Emily pulled it over her firm tits, it acted like a sports bra which flattened her breasts. Going down the hall, she leans around the corner and asks if she could trim the shirt she found. He said OK and she retreats to the bedroom. Using her hand, she measures how much to cut off the bottom and peels the t-shirt off. Cutting as straight as possible, she trims so the material will barely be past her tits. She finds it is easier to put the t-shirt back on with the material missing. The shirt just barely lies flat under her breasts, showing strain from being stretched by her full bust. Looking down, she takes the scissors and cuts a V through the material almost to her tits. The shirt spreads from the stresses put on it, showing deep cleavage.

She likes what she sees and makes a few moves to test the t-shirt. A couple of jumps and hard twists do not cause the top to fail. Knowing how cheap she looks, she runs her hands across her nipples. They harden and are quite obvious for anyone to see.

Entering the play room, she picks up her beer bottle. Taking a swig, the condensation again drips and she rubs it across the exposed skin. Gerald turns around and sees what Emily is wearing.

Emily says, "Time to play."