P04E02

Marcy had surpassed herself again, with two different entrées, mustard soup in between, and a roast for a main course. We talked about perfectly normal things, our family, school, then drifted off to literature, politics, and more. Emily was reserved and nervous at first in the luxurious household of her boyfriend’s uncle, but she melted more and more, expressing her opinion and participating in debate. Howard steered her into this, going out of his way to make her feel at ease and posing challenging questions to invite her to express her thoughts. He also made sure her glass was never empty. Her protests about that were a mere formality, and she took the chance to consume underage **** just as I did.

Apparently Howard decided she had been warmed up enough when Marcy served dessert and coffee.

He opened with: “So how long have you been with Jason now?”

“Quite a while already. Almost a year and a half.”

Howard said: “So, you must like him, then?”

“Of course I do! He’s kind and smart, and very handsome as well!”

“So are you considering him for a husband, later on? “

Both me and Emily rushed to protest, that we were very young, that marriage was years away, that we could break up or just drift apart…

Howard nodded, and said: “Yes, of course. Marriage is a deep commitment, and a diligent and conscious decision on the right partner is required. But as I see it, it is in the dating stage that that decision is prepared, that you are first evaluating if this is the man you want to share your life with. Sure, you may just have taken the first steps of a long journey; but tell me, do you see it in him? Could he be your companion on that journey?”

Emily blushed and looked at her plate, and I didn’t know what to say either.

But just when an awkward silence threatened to develop, Marcy jumped in: “My dear husband, you’re always so absolute and intense! Of course you can’t expect them to think like that!”

She turned to Emily, and said: “But on the other hand, when you already know that he will not be, there is little point to keep the relationship alive, is there?”

I saw where she was going, and added: “Yeah, that’s right. Being together like we are is a way of finding out if that’s where we’re going or not.”

Suddenly Emily gave me a vicious glance, and said: “Well that is so easy for you to say! Yeah I like you, and yeah I’m in love with you, but married? You’re so fucking boring!”

Silence fell over the table like a thick blanket. Boring? Me? How could she say that? How could she even think that?

It took at least ten seconds before she murmured: “I’m sorry, Jason. I didn’t mean that. “

I was about to retort an agitated and sarcastic remark, but Howard got in front of me, saying: “There is no need to be sorry, Emily, you are right. Your Jason here has indeed been a bit dull and predictable. But we have been working on that since he has been here, and I think it is just seeping into him, the adventure. He had no idea how to let it out before he came here. But I assure you, we have made something of a breakthrough here.”

Marcy giggled, but Emily obviously didn’t get the inside joke.

Howard went on: “Actually I think he has great potential, with a bit of guidance. So Emmy, lets imagine for a minute… when Jason would take you on adventures beyond your wildest dreams, would you be the girl to follow him there?”

When Emily’s reply came, she stuttered a bit: “Yeah… sure… it would be exciting… but…”

“Even when it means you have to trust him, and listen to him, obey him, even when you are not sure if he is right?”

Emily looked up, and looked straight at me: “Yeah. I would follow such a man. But you have to show me. Show me how you will make sure that in ten years, I won’t be knitting on some porch with three kids playing by my feet, Jason. “

I got up and raced to embrace her: “You won’t, Emily! Let me be that man, let me show you the delights of life… right now, I think I can do that!”

After that, Howard made some haste in declaring what a lovely evening it had been, but that it was late now and time for all of us to go to bed, and that any plans for adventures should be saved for tomorrow. Marcy nudged me on that last remark. She refused Emily’s offer to help with the dishes, and we went up to the guest wing. Emily had gotten the room next to mine. Just a week ago, we would have shared a demure kiss on the cheek before going through our own doors, each to his own lonely bed. But today, I ventured outside my box when she leaned forward for that obligatory kiss.

She wore her hair in a long braid. I reached an arm around her and grabbed it forcibly with a full fist, pulling her head back as I leaned forward over her myself. My face was only inches above hers, when I hissed at her: “So I’m boring, eh? A nice and sweet guy, but no bite in him? No husband material? Are you sure about that? “

She struggled, probably instinctively; but I pulled the braid even harder and controlled her arms somehow as well, and I **** a full French kiss on her. She tried to keep her jaws together, but yielded soon and my tongue entered her, exploring wildly within. It muffled her shrieks of protest, and I used the momentum to shove a hand under her trousers, grabbing a full cheek of ass and squeezing it. She yelped. Breaking off the kiss, I growled at her: “All those years, and you would never let me get to third base! You want the adventure? You take it! Right here, right now!”

It was unclear if her quavering response, smothered under a squeal, indicated disgust or rapture; I didn’t even care. I fought her clothes and arms at the same time, and won. There was a small table in the corridor; I bent her forward, pushing her torso across it, as soon as I had cleared her ass of clothing. Then I reached for my own crotch, unzipped, and pushed myself inside her without hesitation. She was actually quite wet, though I wouldn’t have cared if she wasn’t. The frenzy of thrusting didn’t take very long, I came within minutes, shooting my load deep inside her in a series of shivering, primeval tremors.

I stepped back, and the altered balance made the table crash. Emily fell down to the floor with it. My pounding hadn’t left her unmoved, she gasped and moaned. I bent across her as she lay shivering on the carpet, shouting: “There you go! No boring ole Jason for you anymore… you want adventure? I’ll make that happen for you, girl… but you have to let me! No more stupid bases, no more reserved teasing… things will change between us! It is no longer you who decides how far we go! When I want a piece of pussy, I will take it, and if you want to be with me, you better get used to that, and give me what I want! “

Her gasps had turned to weeps as I yelled at her. Somehow that irritated me, and I turned away from her to get to the door of my room; I even slammed it behind me.

Only then, the rage and anger that had rushed through me started cooling. Rational thought and remorse immediately replaced them. I threw myself on the bed and grabbed my head in my hands. What had I done? Ravaging the girl I had cared for for so long, forcing myself upon the very angel I loved and adored so much? Had I actually… **** her? I surely hadn’t even tried to get her consent… I had just allowed the frenzy to overwhelm me. Would she ever even want to speak to me again? Had I just lost the love of my life forever?

I wanted to apologize, jumped up from the bed and ran back to the corridor. Emily had gone, and the door to her room was closed. I didn’t dare knock on it, afraid that I would invade her privacy even more than I already done, so I just got back to my room. There was no way I could do anything till morning.

I tried to sleep a bit, but my mind was in turmoil. Guilt, regret, fear, shame, they all blended into a toxic brew sloshing around inside my head, taking my state of mind to anxiety and anguish, unable to think coherently. I turned and twisted for hours in my bed without being able to escape into sleep; the cracks of dawn were already glistening through the curtain before I finally managed to doze off for an hour or two.