A New Level

The door silently swung open. I numbly walked in and immediately froze in the doorway. Emma was waiting for me. Naked on my bed, she pushed herself up onto her elbows making no effort to hide herself or what happened.

Rooted in my spot, I took everything in with a sweep of my eyes. The way her black hair clumped against her face. The way the sheen of sweat made her skin reflect light. How those cute pink nipples of hers were still hard from her arousal.

The used condom that rested on her navel, contents leaking across her fair skin.

How her legs were still spread open as if welcoming my gaze. The wetness made her lips glisten.

But it was her eyes that captivated me. They held a simple question. One that prevented me from stepping into the room.

‘Do you like what you see?’

“Isaac?” The whispered name broke the spell she cast over me. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” I said running my hand over my mouth as I **** myself to look away.

“Isaac.” There was a firmness to her voice as I continued to avoid her. “Isaac, look at me.”

When I managed to do so, I found her beckoning me with a ‘come here’ gesture. I took a few hesitant steps into my room and found my nose assaulted by the stench of sex. I pushed through, following her silent order to come closer. Standing near the bed, my eyes fell to the condom. Cum leaked from the open end, running across her stomach. I had seen her wearing another man’s cum multiple times, but this wasn’t some nebulous guy. I had a name. A face. I knew whose cum that was.

“Is this what you wanted?” Her voice was a haunting whisper, pulling my gaze from the condom and locking onto hers. I couldn’t answer, a pressure on my throat **** off any hope of speech. I didn’t know if she was actually asking or if we were already deep into another part of our game. Didn’t matter to me as I considered her question. Was this what I wanted?

My eyes ran over her once more. Then again. Over and over, my eyes ate her up. Everywhere I looked, excitement spiked within me. The lie in me wanted to believe it was the beauty of her naked form that excited me, but I rejected it. The truth was too overpowering. I felt it in my soul. Emma was certainly beautiful, but it wasn’t what drove me crazy. Not at this level. It was what I’d confirmed again and again when I looked at the pictures and watched those videos. Emma’s true radiance was only released in moments like this.

Every movement I made, no matter how slight, sent a shock wave through me. I was rock hard, straining against my jeans as it begged for release. Only the barest of threads kept my desire in check. A thought drifted across my mind. She could see how much I wanted her right now. What if she offered herself like this? I already knew the answer. There would be no stopping me. Not when she was like..._this. _And for the barest of seconds, my mind imagined it. Driving into her while the memory of the other man was fresh in her mind. Overriding his touch. The pleasure he gave her...

I shoved the thought away before it turned thought into action.

Emma carefully rose to a sitting position, taking the condom and tying it off. She let the leakage dribble down onto her inner thighs before running down to the towel she was sitting on. I missed that detail before. Must have grabbed one from my closet. She knew what was in there from when we went through it looking for outfits. Why the hell was I so fixated on something so mundane like a towel. I guess something to avoid—

She patted the bed beside her. I didn’t move and she quirked her eyebrow at me in interest. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to sit next to her, I couldn’t. My legs weren’t listening to me, frozen in place as emotions warred within me.

“Sit,” she said in a soft and warm voice. It was enough to get my legs to thaw as I awkwardly made my way to the bed and sat beside her. Apparently, it was too far away because she shifted so she was pressing against me. Turning her head up, looked up at me with those bewitching eyes. “You were right.” I may have jumped a bit when I felt her hand find mine, entwining her fingers in mine as she held it tight. “He was a wonderful partner.” A small smile appeared. “Shy, but in a cute way. The look on his face when he entered me—”

“Emma,” I croaked.

Her expression never changed, but I felt her hand squeeze mine. “He was so timid at first, asking if I was okay. If it was good. So sweet. The other guys never ask that, but Mike did. He cared a lot about how I was doing.”

“Don’t—”

“It was slow at first,” she continued, ignoring my pleas. “But my moans encouraged him. Each time he thrust into me, his confidence grew. When his confidence grew, so did his lust.”

Heart racing, my head spun as I looked away. I could run from the look of her eyes, but never her voice or the words she spoke. The calm, almost loving words as she told me of what transpired. “I didn't expect him to last as long as he did. A shame it ended when it did. He was starting to let himself get into it. God, the groans he made each time he shoved that wonderful cock of his into—”

I took a sharp breath.

She wasn’t stopping. She refused to let it stop. Not until the very end. I knew the word that would end it, yet it was the farthest thing from my mind.

“He surprised me when he came. Those big hands of his grabbing my hips to hold me down as he shoved himself into me. It was beautiful, watching as he drained his lust away inside me.” She pushed herself against me, forcing my arm between the gentle swell of her breasts. “All I could think about was how amazing it felt. How grateful I was to you. Each time his cock filled me, I thanked you. Thanked you for pushing me to him.“ Her eyes fell away to look at my arm, her voice that bewitching kindness that fanned something inside me. “He was everything you promised he would be. I could feel the care he had for me, appreciating the moment we were sharing. How **** he was to please me while fighting off his own need for pleasure.”

Her eyes met mine, hammering home her next words.

“How much we enjoyed each other.”

I pulled away, slipping from her grasp. Standing, I walked a few steps away, struggling to catch my breath. My head was spinning. Too much. This was all too much for me right now. Emma was at the height of her element and this whole thing had gone on for too long. The tension and stress had been in the redline far too long and I was starting to crash as parts of me melted and burst.

“Isaac?” Her tone had shifted. Turning, I found her standing by the bed. God, she was beautiful. Why? Why did I find her so irresistible? It was hard enough when she was just naked, but now? Basking in the full after-glow of sex, I couldn’t take my eyes from her. Couldn’t escape, even as I fell apart.

Emma, Friend Emma, stood before me. Stood before me with her body, all sexy and… used. Not in a bad way. Never in a bad way.

“Are you okay?” She was concerned, looking me over. Such a change. From her expression to her body language. All in the blink of an eye.

“Fine.” My voice was weak and even I was surprised by the exhaustion there.

“You sure? You look…” She didn’t continue. She couldn’t. She didn’t recognize what I was feeling. How could she? She didn’t experience what I did. We were two sides of the same coin. Forever linked, yet never seeing the same thing.

“This… was a lot,” I managed, glancing toward the floor. “I thought I was prepared. Ready. I… I don’t think I was.”

Her eyes widened and she stepped forward. “T-telling you was too much. I should have just—”

“No,” I said interrupting her. “I enjoyed it, but it’s all so overwhelming. Too much happening all at once. I need…time. Calm down and recenter myself.”

“You… liked it?” Was that a hint of nervousness in her voice?

I managed to nod. That much was safe.

Her eyes looked up. It wasn’t something I’d seen too often. There was a vulnerability there and not the one she was projecting. Whatever she was about to do, it was coming from deep inside her. “Do you… still like me?”

I managed to put on a wisp of a smile. “Never stopped.”

“I just slept with your best friend, Isaac.”

“Don’t care.”

“I'm a slut.”

I was about to say otherwise, but the look she gave me silenced it.

“I’m not going to stop being one just because you like me.”

“I know.”

There was a mix of emotions fighting over her expression. Cold resolve battled with warm concern. “I’m not sure when I will be comfortable having sex with you.”

“I can wait.”

“Can you?” she asked, pain slipping into her voice. “Can you honestly tell me you will be fine waiting for me? Watching as I hop from guy to guy? Showing you how much I enjoyed them? Telling you all about how so many other guys are enjoying something you aren’t?”

I said nothing. The only thing I could do at this point was stare. I knew what she was doing. This was the part of the final boss where it threw everything it could right before it was defeated. This was all Emma’s last-ditch attempt at stopping me from making what she believed to be a mistake.

“I won’t tolerate other women. If you aren’t getting sex from me, you aren’t getting it. Period.”

She looked angry. Angry that I was still standing there. Angry I was silently accepting her demands and declarations.

“Damn you, Isaac. Damn you.”

Before I could say anything, she closed the distance between us. I was swept into the passion of her kiss. I was knocked back a step as she threw her arms around my neck. Lips crushed against mine, I felt her tongue demand entrance.

Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the moment. All the stress and tension fell away as I concentrated only on the moment. The heat of her body against mine. The wonderful softness of her lips. The mild mix of sweat and perfume. A part of me knew that she had just had sex with Mike. That she had just smeared the cum on her against my shirt and pants. Where other guys would have been repulsed by that thought, it only drove me to hold her tighter. Kiss her with more passion.

Because right now? Emma was mine.

Mine.

And no one would ever have her like I did right here, right now. No one but me.

And that was a high that nothing else could come close to hitting.

Breaking the kiss, she stepped away. She looked up at me with those wild eyes of hers. Wild intensity that I unleashed. Her mouth was parted slightly, breathing rather hard as she fought for breath after our long kisses.

Ask her.

Hope. I swear to god—

“Does this mean…?” I trailed off, unable to finish. I was out of gas. All the stimulation… It was exhausting.

She smiled. Smiled not because she was excited about all the future shenanigans we would get into. Not because she was thinking of all the ways she would tease and torment me.

Emma smiled for no other reason than because she was happy.