Making up for Lost Time

A/N: the parallelism between this chapter and the chapter where Mike won Emma for the week is very much intentional.

So I have to tell you dear readers, that over the next week Emma and I made up for all the time we spent together without actually having sex. It was a week that was all about having sex. Like a hell of a lot of it.

I didn’t count our get togethers, of course.

Wait.

Sorry.

That’s a lie.

I absolutely counted our get togethers. I kept track of them. Not like in a spreadsheet or anything, but definitely a mental tally. By Sunday night the tally was already at four.

I feel like I should be clear on what the tally represented. For instance, Saturday night we got together. Emma gave me a blowjob to take the edge off. Then she taught me the finer points of how to perform cunnilingus, making sure I ‘graduated’ her class by making her orgasm. Then we had sex. Twice. But it was all part of a single get together. So I didn’t count that as three or four, I only counted it as one.

Sunday morning, we met for coffee. And by coffee, I mean that she gave me a blowjob in the back of my Audi in the Starbucks parking lot (thank God for tinted windows). We did drink coffee and chat afterwards, but the coffee and chat weren’t the highlight of my morning as it turned out. That also counted as one, since it was an encounter that involved sex.

Sunday night, Papa Bear was out, and Emily ignored the sounds that came from Emma’s bedroom as I finally got to have her in the location where all those first pictures had originated. Let me tell you, that was an incredible rush for me. Well, all except the part about knowing that Emily could almost certainly hear us, and was likely comparing the noises Emma made to her previous encounters.

That made four for the weekend, well, I guess five if you included Friday night. But I wasn’t really including Friday night in my tally. I had put my first time on its own pedestal, never to be forgotten or lost in the storm of sexual activity that followed.

On Monday morning, Emma grabbed me after second period. She knew of a classroom that wasn’t used third period. We snuck in and she locked the door behind us. Then she took me into the back corner and ‘got coffee’.

Ummm.

Sorry about that. Remember what I said about what getting coffee actually meant on Sunday morning? Yeah. We may have added that euphemism into our arsenal after that event. Emma and I may have started using that as an inside joke between the two of us.

In fact, when she texted me to meet her at that classroom, she actually texted:

E: Want to get some coffee?

The text was followed by a wink emoji.

I always thought that I liked coffee. Turns out I really like coffee now, if you know what I mean. Emma seems to really like cream with her coffee.

Ba Dum Ching.

I honestly can hardly believe I actually just made that joke. It would be a dad joke if it weren’t for the fact that no teenager, ever, would want his dad using that as the subject matter of a dad joke. I apologize for that.

Anyway, I was a few minutes late for Calculus that morning. I walked in with a huge smile on my face, and when I sat down next to Mike, the look he gave me made me think he knew exactly why I was late.

“Just getting some coffee,” I said to him in a whisper, but with a big smile.

I know, you’ve had it with the coffee euphemism already. I’ll see if I can dial it back from now on.

Maybe.

After school we met up in the library again. We sat and talked for a while as we both finished up some assignments that we had for our classes, and then we talked about a book that we were both reading for English, which led us into a discussion about the upcoming AP exam for English. I was far more confident in the AP calculus test and the AP physics test than I was in the AP English test, but Emma assured me I’d be just fine. I suspect what she really meant was that she’d be just fine. She’s actually good at English. At least gooder than me.

See what I did there?

I know know what’s gotten into me. Must be all that spectacular sex I’ve been having. I’m certain I haven’t been in this good of a mood in a very long time. Not sure why me being in a good mood means that you have to be punished with bad jokes. Perhaps you’d like the sulky, brooding Isaac back?

Too bad. Ain’t gonna happen, at least not while I’m getting to bang the hottest chick in the whole school, perhaps even the whole planet.

“I’m hungry,” she said to me, eventually. “What say we go get burgers or something?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied, packing up my stuff and standing up. We went out to my Audi and I drove to a local burger joint where we spent the next hour and a half eating and talking and laughing as we cuddled and held hands. It felt so good to just be with her, knowing that our relationship had gone to the next level. Our physical intimacies had seemed to only increase our emotional intimacy.

God! I had really fallen for this girl. In that moment I was certain I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

We then went on a long drive, listening to music as we just hung out together. I love to drive and I love the fact that in the car we are truly and genuinely alone together. Eventually we ended up at a large city park that has a couple of miles of trails in it. We walked leisurely along those trails for quite a while before sitting down on a quiet bench in an out of the way location.

She leaned in and kissed me. She tasted so good to me as we made out, right there in the park. And we made out, hot and heavy, for at least twenty minutes. She let me touch her body, although only over her clothes, as much as I wanted.

Eventually, however, she broke off the kissing and stood up.

"C'mon," she said, grabbing my hand, “let’s take this back to the car.”

I had parked the car in the back of a lot where there was no lighting and where there were quite a few trees. The rest of the parking lot was empty.

Emma opened her door and moved her seat all the way forward before opening the rear passenger door and practically pushing me inside. Once I was seated back there, she climbed in, straddling me and closing the door behind her.

We started making out again, and only then was I allowed under her clothes. Well, technically that isn’t true. She ripped off her shirt and then unsnapped her bra and let me at her gorgeous tits, but it wasn’t really under her clothes because she had removed the clothes.

I spent considerable time worshipping those breasts with my hands and my mouth. They deserved to be worshipped because they are so fucking perfect I can hardly believe it.

It was more of a struggle in the back seat to get her pants off, but after all the time I spent on those tits, she wanted more, and she managed to get her jeans and her panties down to her knees and my cock fished out of the front of my pants. Then she straddled me again, and guided me inside of her.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned as I felt my cock being swallowed up by that glorious orifice.

We made out once again, hot and heavy, but with a much more intimate physical connection down below. God it felt good to be inside her like that. She was hot, and wet and tight, and her body just felt so damn good. It was heavenly.

And my count was at 6 already.

The next three days were more of the same. On Tuesday she gave me the blowjob over lunch. Wednesday, it was before calculus again, and Thursday was between 6th and 7th periods. That one definitely made me think about the dream I’d had with her involving my 7th period English class.

We went on a date every single one of those nights, with every date ending in sex. By Thursday night I was able to last long enough inside of her that I’m pretty sure she actually had an orgasm while riding my cock for the first time. I’d given her orgasms before that, but never during actual intercourse. That had still been enough of a novelty for me that I hadn’t been able to keep from being done too soon.

That brought the count to 12 for the week.

Damn.

It was the best damn week of my entire life. Nothing else had even come close.

On Friday night we attended game night again. Honestly it wasn’t that much different than any other game night. There was some talk from the guys early on about how it wasn’t nice of Emma to tease them with her presence when they all knew they couldn’t have her, but that was all just for show. Once the games began, all of that was forgotten. We were racing go carts, and all the guys seemed to take considerable pleasure cutting me off or bumping me when going around turns, and they were quite happy that I finished third from last, but in reality, my presence didn’t really change the dynamic anyway. I had been playing with them for a while without any real ability to claim a prize, so it would be no different than before.

Ryan was the winner that night. When it came time to choose his prize, he looked over towards Emma and I.

“Emma,” he said loudly.

That brought stares from the whole room in our direction. I said nothing, waiting to see how Emma would handle it. She didn’t say anything either, but instead smiled happily and stood and made her way quickly over to Ryan. She got right in front of him and leaned in to where she was just inches away from his face. When he leaned forward to kiss her, she stepped back.

“Nice try,” she said with a chuckle. “But not going to happen, loverboy.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?” Ryan said with a smile.

That brought laughs from everyone in the group.

I didn’t pay much attention to who everyone picked that night, because after pretending she was about to kiss Ryan, she came back to me and showed everyone the kiss that Ryan missed out on. It was not a little peck, by any stretch. She kissed me long and hard right in front of everyone.

“Get a room,” Sarah eventually said out loud.

“An excellent idea,” Emma responded, grabbing me by the hand and leading me out to my car.

We didn’t get a room, though.

We just went back to my house and sat together on the couch in the basement, chilling and watching Netflix. I think we were all sexed out for the week.

Except that probably isn’t quite right. If she’d made any sort of move, I would have been ready, willing, and able to respond to it. But neither of us seemed to want to push it. We just enjoyed hanging out with each other, snuggling and chatting. It felt good to just be with her. Our relationship had changed so much since those early days.

“God I love you, Emma,” I said to her.

“I’m not sure I want to say I love you too,” she replied.

I’ll admit to being a little shocked by that.

“What?” I said in surprise.

“I don’t think that comes close to covering it,” she replied. “You’ve completely changed the whole arc of my life, Isaac. I was a girl who loved sex but was deathly afraid of a real romantic relationship. So I basically became a slut. I slept with countess boys and more than a few men, using them for fun but never connecting with any of them.

“But you taught me a better way. You taught me that it’s okay to love someone, to commit to someone, and to connect with someone in much deeper ways. To say I love you would be to fall way short of how I feel about you. I am better in every way because you came into my life and showed me all the things I was missing. You are my everything, Isaac. Thank you for all of it.”

It was weird to hear sappy Emma after all the time I spent with mischievous Emma, but I didn’t really mind. She was the best thing to ever happen to me as well, I just didn’t feel sappy enough to say that to her out loud.

God, what a week that was!