'Us' Time

Emma walked beside me with our arms interlocked. I enjoyed the sound of her giggling, smiling so wide it hurt. “No! I swear to you that’s what happened. Grandma was pissed. I will never forget the look on her face as she chased after James. Thought she was going to **** him.”

She wiped the tears from her eyes. “And she never figured out it was you?”

“I’m the angelic one. No one ever suspects the sweet, innocent boy with a penchant for playing with fire.”

“Surprised he didn’t rat you out.”

“Oh, he did. Boy who cries wolf and all that. When you’re a troublemaker ninety-nine percent of the time, no one is going to believe that one time you are innocent.”

“And you didn’t fess up?”

“After the ass-woopin Grams gave him? Fuck no!”

“I can’t wait to meet him. He sounds fun.”

“He has his moments.” I took a breath to get some of that excess energy out of me. “Usually he comes home for the summer, but I think he is getting a place with Lilian.”

“Wow. That’s… big. I thought you said he was a manwhore.”

“Manslut,” I corrected. I rubbed the back of my neck with my free hand. Another James move. He still hadn’t resolved the whole, ‘cheating on my girlfriend with her best friend’ situation and was barreling along as if everything was A-Okay. “He really likes her though.”

I opened the car door for her. Once she was inside, I quickly went around to the other side and got in. “Where too?” I asked as I put my seatbelt on.

She smiled. “I take it you don’t want to take me to your place.”

“With Mom hovering?” I wrinkled my nose. “Pass.”

“Dad and Emily are having a movie night if you want to join. Emily declared they are going to have a Lord of the Rings weekend.”

I grinned. “Oh, they are only watching one movie?”

She shook her head in amusement. “Interested?” Her hand ran along my thigh as she gave me a meaningful look. It seemed like I would be picking the silent Option Three.

“Less so than other options.”

“Ooo. What devious things do you have in mind?”

I tried to sound casual. “I happen to know a good hotel we could go to.”

Her smile slipped a little. “As fun as that sounds…”

My shoulders deflated a bit. “No sex?”

“Sorry. Not in the mood.”

“Justin wear you out last night?” I placed fourth in last night's competition. I’d been hopeful at a chance to nab Emma, but Justin beat me to it.

She smiled apologetically. “He likes things rougher than the other guys.”

“Do tell,” I joked, chuckling.

“Okay.” My smile faded as I stared at her. She was completely serious.

“Really?” She nodded.

“Take us somewhere private.”

Starting the car, I racked my brain trying to think of somewhere private we could go at three in the afternoon. The best I could do was the park the group had used as a meeting ground. Conversation was light as we made our way across town. I had a nervous excitement as we entered the park. Driving down the shady drive, I managed to find one of the small parking areas that was devoid of people. Parking, I killed the engine and looked over at Emma.

Unbuckling herself, she shifted in the seat to face me. She grabbed some napkins I had left over in the center console. “How do you want to do this?”

“Um…”

“This is ‘you’ time, so whatever you want me to do, I’ll do.”

“And ‘us’ time?”

“I figure we’ll end up at one of our houses. I want to snuggle later.” Napkins laying between us, her eyes looked up to mine. “I figure there are probably three options here, but if you think of something else let me know.” I nodded. “First is we can have a conversation about it. I’ll give you a handjob while you ask me questions about my time with him. No playing it up, no games, just honest answers.

“Second is me playing it up. I’ll tell you a story. You’ll have no say in it, only enjoying the ride.”

I nodded. “And the third?”

“I take up a persona. You can come up with one or I can. We’ll start up a game and see where things go.” She grinned. “Or I can just give you a blowjob and call it a day.”

“As tempting as that is…”

“I figured.”

I weighted my three options. They all had their appeal. Honesty, fantasy, or fun. Man, what to pick. I wanted all three dammit! If I was honest to myself, fantasy and fun were the ones I was gravitating toward. Yet…

Rubbing my neck, I went with my gut. “I think we should do the first one, but with a tiny change.” She gave me a curious look. “A game of sorts.”

Her interest grew. “Oh?”

“As you are giving me a handjob, I’ll ask you questions and you have to answer no matter how embarrassing they are. It goes on for however long I last.”

She frowned, not in a disapproving way but more confusion oriented. “Why the game? You can always ask me.”

My face was heating up. “I think… it would be easier for me to ask like that.”

There was a moment of silence as she thought over what I said. “Okay, but only if we have a back and forth. You ask a question, I’ll answer. Then I get to ask a question and you answer.”

“Okay. And we have to answer honestly.” She nodded.

Moving my seat back, there was a shuffle between the two of us as we got ready. I leaned back into a comfortable position as Emma worked at my jeans. It was weird being exposed in the middle of a parking lot, even if we were the only ones here. Looking at me, she gave me a small smile.

“Ready?” I nodded. “Okay. You go first,” she said as her hand lightly ran along my growing cock. I took a deep breath as I thought of my first question.

Might as well get a simple one out of the way first.

“You enjoy your time with Justin last night?”

Her grin put me on edge, not because of the answer but because I knew my question had been too vague.

“I did.” I went to clarify but was stopped by her _ah-ah_ing me. “You asked your question. It’s my turn.”

“Damn.”

She giggled. It didn’t last long as she grew serious and asked her question. “If you could change one thing about me, what would it be?”

“That you would have more appreciation for Star Wars and sci-fi in general,” I said with a grin. Her face told me that wasn’t the sort of answer she wanted to hear. My grin fell away as I gave her the serious answer she wanted. I took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of her hand’s gentle pleasure. It was enough to feel good but wasn’t going to make me cum anytime soon. “Is what I wish I could say. My real answer is I wish you were more responsive during sex—and for the record, I’m not asking you to do that. I know that isn’t ‘you’ and I’m okay with that. But it is hard to get feedback on what I’m doing. I want sex to be good for both of us. You said you’ll tell me what you don’t like, but if you never tell me what you like…”

Emma nodded, looking thoughtful. “Okay,” she said softly.

Knowing it was my turn, I took a breath. It was so weird that this was actually helping. I suppose this was more ‘us.’ Talking like this was easier when there was a sexual element involved. Doubly so with the game aspect, even if it wasn’t a true game.

“Do you like having sex with other guys more than me?” I braced myself for the answer.

The way she looked at me made it clear she was taking the question seriously. “I think I understand what you are asking, but I want to clarify something before I answer. This is important.” She wanted to make sure she had my complete attention, her hand freezing in place. “First, I want to clarify the question itself. You want to know if I like having sex with other guys more than you, but that can also be interpreted as you wanting to know if I enjoy sex with other guys more than you. To the first one, no. Absolutely not. Never. I would rather have mediocre sex with you than amazing sex with someone else—and sex with you is far from mediocre so don’t take it that way.

“For the other one… It’s a hard question to answer. I’ve had some great sex before. Also had some crappy sex. Beyond that, and correct me if I’m wrong here, it is my understanding that you want me to have amazing sex with other guys.”

“I do,” I whispered.

“Then I will ask my question. Do you want me to enjoy sex with other guys? I guess what I’m asking here is, which aspect of all this do you enjoy; is it me being with another man, or me enjoying being with another man?”

I opened my mouth to answer, closed it, tried again, then sat there, thinking. As I did, Emma went back to gently stroking my cock. “I…I guess a little of both.” My mind wandered back to listening to her and Mike. How I felt during it. “Though I lean more toward you enjoying yourself. It’s such a massive turn on listening to you lose yourself in pleasure. Even better to watch it.” I noticed her hand was moving a bit faster now. Was this turning her on? “I guess my next question is what can I do to let you enjoy it more?”

“Exactly what you’re doing.”

“And what am I doing?”

“Being there. Listening to me. Watching me. Sex is so much better when I know you are there enjoying it too.”

I smiled. Strangely, that made me feel better. I suppose she had said similar stuff before, but getting it all out there was a confirmation I needed and helped clarify my side of things.

“Okay, my turn.” She paused to shift into a more comfortable position before continuing her wonderful grip on my cock. She took a deep breath, looking as if she was forcing herself to face something she didn’t want to. “Do you want to have sex with another woman?”

Well shit. “Um…”

“Honestly,” she reminded me.

I knew what she wanted me to say. “You offering?”

“No answering a question with a question.”

My heart raced. “If we are being honest… I am kinda curious.”

Hurt appeared on her face, but she nodded. “I suppose that’s expected.”

“I won’t.”

“I know, but you’re ‘curious.’”

“If you are considering it, a threesome—”

“I’m not.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry. Really. I am. I wish…” She sighed. “You teasing me with it only confirmed it. Even in the context of the game, the idea of you being with another woman gutted me. I nearly tapped out.”

“Ah, well.” I took a deep breath, taking a moment to enjoy Emma’s touch. “How many guys have you been with?”

Her cheeks were pink. “That… Do you really want to know that?”

“That bad?” I chuckled.

“No, just…”

“Embarrassing?”

She nodded, stroking me faster. I suspected it was to distract me; a good plan because it was working. “I know you like the idea of a slutty girlfriend, but this will allow a peek behind the curtain. You sure you want that?”

“Not going to change how I feel about you. My question came from curiosity, not a pressing need to know.”

There was a moment of silence before she answered. “Thirteen.” Considering there were eight of us in the friend group, that wasn’t all that high. I’d honestly expected more. “I don’t know how to read that reaction. Disappointed or…?”

“Nothing like that. Surprised it isn’t higher.”

“Not slutty enough for you?” Her voice had a teasing edge to it. It was starting to hit me. Her hand on my cock, the way she was looking at me, the mood that had settled over us. “I’m already being passed around by seven other guys and that’s not enough for you?” My head went back against the seat, breathing hard as I relished the pleasure she was giving me. Her hand was moving faster, inching me closer to release. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, the heat of her breath against my ear. “I’ll do it. However many it takes to satisfy you. Twenty. Thirty. A hundred. I’ll lose myself in the pleasure, experience amazing things with countless guys. Tell you all about how they pleasured me.” Gritting my teeth, I fought against the pressure inside me. A groan escaped and I saw a grin touch her lips. “But only if you promise me you’ll make me forget them after…”

I shot my load into the waiting napkins, cursing under my breath as I grunted. Shit had got intense there at the end. Wasn’t exactly what I’d planned from the start, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

While I enjoyed my orgasm, Emma carefully made sure everything was cleaned up. She had a nonchalant expression as she went about wiping me down and wrapping the used napkins in others.

My gaze never left her face, her attention elsewhere. “I’d like that.” She said nothing. “What you said. I think I want that.”

Her eyes slid away from mine. “A discussion for another time.”

“You don’t want to?”

“Why don’t we focus on enjoying what we have now? Graduation isn’t that far away. After… Well, I’m sure college will offer new possibilities.”

“I love you,” I said before leaning toward her. She was more than happy to lean in for the kiss.

She was right. My perversions could wait. Things now were great and it would be a waste to not enjoy what we had.

Pulling away, she settled into her seat, smiling. “Now, how about you stop exposing yourself to the world and take me back to my place? I think Emily and Dad will enjoy the company.”