Love Life

It was awkward having Mom chastise me about the importance of boundaries and safe sex. Thank god she didn’t tell dad. The worst part was I felt that I could never bring Emma over again without that hanging over my head. Our time chilling in the basement watching Netflix might be at an end. Then again, Mom never said anything explicitly about not doing anything with her, only that, ‘there was a time and place.’ Whatever that meant.

And I’d listen to a thousand of those awkward lectures if it meant never having to explain to a man who looked like he could snap me in half why I was bringing his daughter back the afternoon after she’d left. The answer was quite simple. We had fallen asleep binging on Netflix. An honest and simple mistake that will never, ever, ever happen again. I doubted he was actually upset. He certainly took great pleasure in playing the disapproving father though. The key was him not staying angry very long. By the time I left, he was his usual jovial self.

The week was an interesting one. Ryan and Sarah were taking my awful pairings to the next level. Lots of hilarious shenanigans at lunch between them and their unhappy partners. Between Ryan overtly flirting and making goo-goo eyes at Cameron and Sarah talking about how she was going to ‘convert’ Lily, there was a lot of laughing and fun.

Friday night, Emma and I left the group a bit early to have some ‘us’ time. Namely, we went to a hotel and screwed like rabbits. Didn’t want to tempt fate by bringing her home, so we spent a few hours there. It wasn’t nearly as intense a moment as the first time had been, with Emma taking the lead and introducing me to all sorts of new positions. Cowgirl was great. It was a mix of watching Emma do her thing and being a part of it. There was a moment where she just closed her eyes and… let go. God, it was amazing watching her fall into the zone. Yeah, she wasn’t screaming out in pleasure or anything, but I knew she was enjoying herself as much as I was.

My other favorite was something she called the Lap Dance. She had me sit on the edge of the bed and she snuggled up against me. The intimacy of her holding me, my face buried in her chest as she slowly rocked against me. It was by far our longest time. She was in no hurry and the two of us had a lot of long, sensual stares. The only thing that would have made it better was if she let me lose the condom. Wasn’t going to happen though. Last week had been a special occasion and moving forward we would be using them.

Wasn’t a huge fan of doggy or reverse cowgirl. Fun, but I found the eye contact to be pretty damn important early on. When your partner didn’t give much vocal or expressive feedback, eye contact became everything. It worked too. Would I have enjoyed having her cry out in passion? Hell yeah, but the more experience I had with her the less I worried about her not enjoying our time together. Loved the way she tightened up whenever I whispered how much I loved her. She liked it, and I loved reminding her.

Of course, there was the classic missionary and the twist on the classic she called The Anvil—which was basically missionary but with her legs on my shoulders. That got a bit of reaction from her, so a winner in my book. And there were some duds. Complicated positions she tried to get me to do but simply didn’t work out the way she intended. A few actually had her laughing as I flubbed around trying to pretzel myself so I could get inside her. How flexible did she think I was? A few I was convinced she was just fucking with me so I would embarrass myself. What happened to the simplicity of pounding until one was done? I was good at that!

Needless to say, we had a lot of sex. Like, a lot. I think she was as surprised as I was whenever Isaac Junior roused himself again and again. The guy simply didn’t know when to give up. Having naked Emma lying next to me, I could see why. I would never get enough of this woman. Never, ever.

Rolling onto her side, she looked at me with a pouting expression. “I’m going to be sore tomorrow. I know it.”

“You know what helps with that?”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, so you do know.”

She whimpered. “I created a monster.” Giving a content sigh, she stretched out. “I should take a shower.” I perked up. “No. God, no. Have mercy on a girl.”

Giving me a kiss, she rolled off the bed and I watched her walk over to the bathroom. She caught me looking, shaking her ass before darting into the room and closing the door when I rose to chase.

Unable to stop smiling, I went about the room gathering our clothes. Putting mine on, I put hers on the bed and grabbed my phone. I killed time surfing the web and checking out anything gaming-related. Emma came out with a towel wrapped around her. I frowned the entire time she moved about.

“You can’t be serious,” she said as I sat eagerly on the side of the bed. “You’ve had me for like,” she paused to check the time. “Three hours.”

“Checkout isn’t until eleven tomorrow,” I offered helpfully. “Besides, it wasn’t the whole three hours. There were breaks in there.”

“Ya, for you. Those grabby hands of yours never stopped.”

“Boo.”

“You have hands and I know for a fact they enjoy grabbing things. Take care of it yourself,” she said as she made a universal motion I knew too well.

“You offering a show?” She answered with two wonderful middle fingers. I chuckled. Watching her dress, my smile faded. “Going to restore the folder then?”

She stopped. There was a moment of silence as we both stared, saying nothing.

“You want me to?”

“Not the end of the world if you want to put it behind us.” She nodded but didn’t answer either way. I decided to push a bit more. “Going to join back into the Prize Pool?” More silence answered me. “I’m not pressuring you. Perfectly happy with continuing like this.”

And I was. Our relationship had been a bit wonky lately since she cut off the collection material. Ignoring prom, we were practically monogamous—something I never really expected from us considering how we started dating. I figured we were still fairly early in our relationship and figuring it, and ourselves, out. Emma was a perfect example of that. For a woman who had doubts and reservations when we started, she was taking our relationship seriously.

I was too, but she was surprisingly good at sniffing out potential problems and dealing with them early on where I tended to blindly fumble through things until something bit me in the ass. My growing obsession with Emma and other guys was a great example. She saw it was becoming unhealthy and immediately took action to rectify it. It **** me to reexamine myself and my goals and we both had come out stronger for it. After all, Emma had been right. The whole cuckold thing, watching her with other guys, the games, all of it was additional. We didn’t need any of it. Was it fun? Absolutely, but cut that all away and the core was always going to be our relationship. Only when that was solid could we talk about other things. If we decided that one of us didn’t want that stuff? I was okay with that. Emma alone was enough.

“But you want me to.”

“I do. Don’t get me wrong,” I said quickly. “I don’t mean to belittle our time together. Last Friday and today mean the world to me. I cherish each and every moment with you.”

“But you want me to fuck other guys.” Nothing harsh or judgmental. A simple statement of fact.

“Don’t you?”

It was hard to get a read on her. The silence wasn’t helping either. She was looking at me like she was trying to figure something out and wasn’t interested in letting me know what the hell it was.

“If you want me to.”

I stood, moving over to her. “If you are having doubts about this, I want to know. You know how I am. I’m a bit of a pervert. I enjoy watching the love of my life playing around with other guys, but that’s not required. I’m perfectly happy being with you.” I gave her a moment to let that sink in. “I’m serious, Emma. I get what you are saying about doing this for me, but I think we both know we’ve grown past that. If we are going to make this a major part of our relationship and not a fun little side thing we do from time to time, it needs to be because we both want it.”

Her right eyebrow slid upward as she smirked. “A ‘bit’ of a pervert?”

“That’s what you’re focusing on?” She nodded excitedly and I sighed.

Moving close, she wrapped her arms around my neck and looked me in the eye. “I do,” she whispered. “I want to have sex with other guys. I want you to watch me do it. Watch them overwhelm me with pleasure as I scream their name.” Body pressed tightly against me, she rose on her toes so that her mouth was inches from mine. I could feel her breath on me as she dropped the volume again. “Then I want you to make me forget they even touched me.”

God damn did I love this woman. She knew me.

“That’s a lot of pressure on me,” I complained, pretending I wasn’t fully on board.

“If tonight was any indication, I think you’ll manage just fine.”

We kissed.

She broke the kiss by pressing her hand against my chest. “Isaac?” she whispered.

“Yes?”

Her voice was sultry and low. “Did you just unhook my bra?”

“…No?”

I took offense that she didn’t believe me. How could I possibly know what my hands were up to? They were behind her and completely out of my sight! I couldn’t be responsible for their actions.

So unfair.