Possibilities

It had taken time and some missteps, but I think Emma and I finally found our footing. Emma and Mike didn’t sleep together again during their week together. It wasn’t that they didn’t try, but things didn’t align between schedules and social interactions. I spent a good bit of time over at her house where I helped her cook dinner for her sister and dad. It was fun and Emily usually came down to talk with us. She even got a few candid shots of us. Seeing the photos drove home how we felt for each other. The way we looked at each other, laughed, and generally expressed ourselves made for some powerful pictures.

Beyond spending time at her house, there were plenty of times where I had her over at mine. Mom was a lot more…watchful. Instead of ignoring us like she normally did, it was annoying how she always found an excuse to come down to ask me something. She catches us one time and suddenly I’m a sexual deviant. I mean, I was, but it wasn’t like Emma and I were having sex each passing second of the day. Most of the time we didn’t even do anything remotely sexual simply cuddling up on the couch, talking or watching Netflix and enjoying being with each other. Sometimes we made out and sometimes my hands got ‘grabby.’ I found Emma was fine with me playing with her boobs during that—even letting me get in under her shirt and bra. Trying to get between her legs was a no-no and often ended things. No idea why, but I figured it was just another Emma thing. She was weird like that.

Friday after school we spent an hour after school at the library. It was a quiet hour as we both worked through some homework. When we did talk, it was mostly me proofreading her English paper. Before we left, I glanced over the new release section, grabbing two books to check out before leaving with her. We went back to her house and I found myself sitting on her bed as she prepared for the gathering later.

I wasn’t expecting her to sit on the bed next to me. “We should talk about last Saturday.”

I’d known we were going to have this conversation. Surprised it took this long to come up. “Okay.”

Her hands ran over her legs as she focused on smoothing out her skirt. “Thank you, for putting up with me. You know, before Mike and I did our thing.”

“I wasn’t, ‘putting up’ with you. I enjoyed it.” She stopped fussing with her skirt and looked at me. “It hurt, but never in a bad way. We were playing a role and all happened within the bounds of the game. You weren’t saying that to me, but to my character. It’s the same as what I was doing to you.” I grinned, nudging her. “I swear I’m not some secret stud banging all your friends.”

“For your sake, I would keep it that way.”

I laughed, giving her a salute. “Yes, Ma’am! Beyond that, there is a lot of potential in this.”

Brushing her hair back, her eyes seemed to sparkle. “Yeah?”

I nodded. “I’ve been thinking of stuff I want to try. Not just revolving around other guys, but between the two of us.”

She turned slightly towards me. “Like what?” she asked excitedly.

There was no stopping the grin on my face. “You playing the innocent virgin and me the cocky jock asshole who dominates her. Not like last weekend, but something kinda like it.”

“Of course,” she said with an eye roll. “Can you even pull that off?” she teased, poking at my side. “Not exactly screaming, ‘jock’ there. The asshole part won’t be a problem though.”

“Har, har. That isn’t the only one though. You playing the naughty slut and I’m the side piece she’s cheating on her boyfriend with. Maybe something scandalous, like you being a prim and proper noblewoman and I am the servant boy who catches your eye. Oh! Another one can be something like me playing a guy who has a crush on you and you offer some pity sex. If Mike gets a bit more comfortable with all this, I can be the boyfriend catching his girl with another guy… The possibilities are endless!”

“Why do I feel like I’m releasing a monster?” she asked, pulling away from me.

“They have signs you know. ‘Don’t feed the pervert.’ Pretty sure you’ve been ignoring them.”

“As exciting as all this is…” she said with a smile.

“All in moderation, I know.” She gave a firm nod. “And if you are in the mood for some of that mean teasing, I need cuddle time.”

“You always need cuddle time.”

“Extra cuddle time.” My eyes went to her chest. “Soft, lovely, warm, cuddle time.”

“Are you dating my boobs or me?”

I pretended to think the question over. She punched my arm, but it was a soft one.

“I do have a request though.”

“Oh?”

She brushed at her hair, looking uncomfortable. “Can we agree on no dirty talk during our intimate moments? I was fine with you calling me a slut and all that, but when we are having ‘us’ time I would like to avoid all that.”

“Have we done any dirty talk during ‘us’ time?”

“No, and I want to make sure it continues that way. I am fine with sleeping with other guys, but all that is separate from our time together.”

“Okay.”

“There is one other thing I want to bring up. It feels kinda weird, but it needs saying.” She took a full breath. “I have a lot on my plate. Between the group, school stuff, you, there is a lot there and my time is rather limited. My concern is you and the Prize Pool stuff. I figure you want me to continue that.”

“I do.”

“I enjoy sex, but I don’t want to do it all the time.”

“You sure?” She rolled her eyes. I chuckled. “So what are you proposing?”

“We can revisit things once we graduate, but I think we should set aside some guaranteed ‘us’ time. Friday is Prize Pool, Saturday is ‘us’ time. Rest of the week is whatever comes up. This way, we have something intimate every week no matter what craziness happens.”

I nodded, understanding what she was saying. The nature of our relationship did put a lot on her side of our shared plate. It didn’t help that Mom was starting to hover when she was over. Spending money on a hotel wasn’t an issue, but it felt weird thinking about constantly using one. I was a bit envious of the other guys who had a small window of unsupervised time during the week before their parents got home.

“Does that mean the videos are making a comeback?” I asked with a wiggle of my eyebrows.

“More work?”

“Not saying you have to edit them or anything. The raw footage will work just as well.”

She sighed. “I’ll… think of something. I promise I won’t neglect you, but I also don’t want sex dominating my life.”

I rustled her hair, which immediately had her jumping from the bed and glaring at me as her hands worked at it. I grinned. “I know you’ll think of something.”

Annoyed, she was fussing over her hair in the mirror. “Great. You added a half-hour to my prep.”

Rolling my eyes, I got off the bed. She was already going to take forever getting ready. “Yes, yes. I’m sorry.”

I left her room to let her get ready in peace. I found my way down to the kitchen and helped myself to a Coke before joining Emily on the couch. She was watching some teen drama thing. I sipped at the cold soda as I tried to figure out what was happening. Emily gave it her best shot to catch me up, but after fifteen minutes, I was still as lost as I was when I sat down.

“Isaac?”

“Hmm?”

“You ever think of starting up DnD again?” I glanced over at her. “It’s just… Emma talked about it a few times and she made it sound pretty fun.”

“You interested?”

“Would that be okay? I don’t know much about it…”

My mind was already working. Now that things were calming down on the relationship side of things, it was time to expand my focus. Thinking on it, I found I did want to start it back up—if only to finish the campaign we were already on. I spent a lot of time thinking up an epic finish, and it would be a shame to waste it. Of course, adding Emily meant I would probably have to extend it a bit to fit her in and catch her up…

“Isaac?”

“Oh, right,” I said, dragged back into the conversation. “We should totally do that! With you, Emma, and Mike, I think we could make it work.”

“Yeah?” she said, perking up.

I nodded. “Have to work out the details and such, but… yeah. It’ll be fun.” Her smile reminded me a lot of Emma’s as she bounced happily in her seat. My eyes turned back to the screen. “But can you remind me one more time why she won’t go out with him? Seems like they like each other…”