No (truth)

"None of them could... or would, I guess," you shrug, realizing what might have been left behind in your past. Emily grins.

"Mmm. Baby, if they could have, they would have. You have a delicious cock." You are glad it's dark. You feel like blushing is a bit embarrassing. "But I am pretty happy to know I can do something you've never had done before. Makes me feel special." You grin and wrap an arm around her as she snuggles against you. At that moment a young, busty coed comes out of the shower.

"I bet she'd be a great fuck," Emily sighs. You grunt and Emily kisses your cheek. "Not for you, silly. I just sucked you off. I meant me," she adds. "Nice big tits to play with while I sat on her face," she whispers. Your hand finds her breast again, and Emily sighs. "I bet she'd like my tits, too. Do you think you could share?" You kiss her head and she laughs. "I'm already turning you on again, huh?"

"Yeah," you admit, finding no reason not to.

"I'm not going to blow you again," she whispers. "It might take a -- HOLY SHIT!" Emily jumps as the woman opens the shower to see the masked killer waiting for her. A few people turn around, and you hear more than a few laughs as Emily covers her face in embarrassment.

"Oh my god," she hisses. You hug her close and you can feel her shaking. "You fucking owe me for that," she says, though she doesn't remove herself from your grip. You let go of her breast, stroking her shoulder for a moment.

"Sorry," you whisper. Emily takes another deep breath, calming herself down. You laen over and kiss her head again, and she sighs.

"Fuck, I'm so embarrassed. I mean, not as embarrassed as I would have been if I'd been sucking you off, but still." You shift as she reminds you. "Awww. Yeah. There's no fucking way you're getting any relief now, buddy," she tells you. "People are still turning to look." You glance around, and you realize she's right. Emily's getting a few snickers and stares from people as they watch the brunette futilely try to escape the killer (sans towel of course). You do get a good eyeful of the victim's plentiful bust before the killer rudely murders her off screen.

"Just once," Emily says as the screen fades to black, "I'd love the topless woman to be killing all the misogynistic pricks with knives. And yes, just for you, baby, she'd still be topless."

"I'm game" you reply. "First time I'd be rooting for the killer, I'd guess." Emily laughs and wraps an arm around your waist.

"Good point. Maybe that's why they don't make them. Don't want a sympathetic murderer." She looks down at her phone. "I guess we should probably head to that burger place," she says. "I'll text them the info." The walk to the burger place is a short one, and you get there with about ten minutes to spare.

"Thank you," you tell Emily as you wait for the table. Emily looks up at you with a confused look.

"For what?" she asks.

"The blowjob," you say, out loud, but softly. You're almost positive no one else could hear. Emily's face goes red and you realize your plan to surprise her worked.

"Oh, you're welcome," she responds, but her look is one of both shock and respect.

The blush erases from her cheeks as Sarah and Beth arrive. Not yet ready to reveal your relationship, you both have split but Emily is giving you a hungry look the entire time you are seated. As she sits across from you, you feel her foot on the inside of your leg.