Aftermath

It was some time later that I woke up. She was there next to me in the bed, her head propped up with a couple of pillows, looking down on me. We were both still naked.

When I had cum, right at the same time she had, on another man’s cock, it had been the most intense orgasm of my entire life so far, without question. I had fallen asleep shortly afterwards. I had no idea how long I had been out.

I looked up into her eyes. She was smiling down at me. I could see the look in her eyes and knew what it meant.

“Emma?” I asked.

“Mmm, hmmm,” she agreed.

“Good to have you back.”

“Good to be back.”

She kissed me tenderly on the lips.

“She went too far, didn’t she?” Emma asked.

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. Then I shook my head.

“No,” I said. “It was more intense than I was expecting, but it was also incredibly erotic. I think as long as she makes sure I am thoroughly turned on before she gets going, I can take almost anything.”

It was weird to talk about Ella in the third person like that, but I think compartmentalizing like that was going to help both of us handle these two distinct desires we felt.

She cuddled up against me. I could feel her bare breasts pressing into my side. I wrapped an arm around her and began caressing the bare skin on her back. She laid her head on my shoulders and traced a finger along my chest and abdomen.

"I have an internal conflict, Isaac," she told me quietly.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I want you to make love to me. I want to finally experience what sex is like with a deep emotional commitment. I've been craving it ever since that night you ended up giving me to Ryan."

"God, I'm still sorry about ..."

"Sshhhh," she hushed me, pressing a finger against my lips. "It's done and forgotten. I am no longer hurt by it at all. I understand what was driving you, just like you understand what drives Ella. It's okay. We are going to have to deal with both of those motivations now. It won't help if we get angry at the other one for having them."

She kissed me, long and hard.

"God I want to make love to you," she said.

"As do I," I said.

She had reached down and begun stroking my cock again, which had responded by almost instantly getting hard.

"But that's the source of my internal conflict," she said. She paused as she began to kiss me on the chest, slowly lowering those kisses downwards until her tongue was tickling my navel.

"What's the conflict?" I managed to ask, even though I was heavily distracted by how close her mouth was getting to my most sensitive places.

"Ella wants to make you wait," she said. "She's really turned on at the thought of you not getting to have me until after Prom, after I give myself to Owen. She is even more turned on at the thought of doing what she hinted at with Ben and Trent."

"But you don't even like Ben," I said.

"I know," she said, "but that turns Ella on even more. The thought of fucking someone I don't even like for the sheer pleasure of making you wait to have me until after all your friends have had a go?"

Her tongue began to drift even lower than my navel, getting dangerously close to the mound of hair down there.

"Well, that thought drives her crazy with lust, Isaac." She said. "I am not too keen on the idea, but she is absolutely obsessed by it."

I once again wondered at how odd it was for us to be talking about Emma's darker side as if it was a completely separate person, but it made all kinds of sense for us to do it, so I went with the flow.

"And who's winning the conflict?" I asked.

"No one, yet," she said, her fingers swirling around inside my pubic hair rather deliciously. "What are your feelings on the matter?"

"I mean," I said, "I would obviously love to make love to you, right now, even. But I don't want to cause any issues with this inner conflict. I've waited this long. I can wait a little while longer while you resolve it."

"Are you sure?" She asked me, her finger starting to lightly stroke up onto the base of my raging erection, distracting me immensely.

"Ye ... yesss," I hissed in response at how exquisite her finger felt, teasing my cock.

"God, I love you, Isaac," she said to me. "I can't imagine how hard it must be for you, right now, with me touching you like this, to hold back. I have never met another guy with that much restraint."

"You've never met someone that loves you the way I love you," I said.

"I do have a little compromise," she said, "that I think would be more than okay while I work to resolve this dilemma."

"What's that?" I asked.

And in one smooth motion, she lifted her head and took my cock deep into her mouth.

Oh. My. God!

It was the most incredible sensation I had ever experienced. I thought it had felt amazing to have her stroking me earlier. This made that seem about as interesting as a dental examination.

It was absolute heaven.

"Oh god, Emma, yessss," I hissed.

She bobbed up and down on my cock about half a dozen times, and it was already too much.

"Fuck," I said, "I'm going to cum."

She made zero effort to pull off me, just holding herself in place, the head of my cock just inside her mouth as I pulsed jet after jet of my cum inside of it.

"Shit," I said, "I'm so sorry."

But she pulled off and turned to look at me, a huge smile on her mouth. She tilted her head up so that she could talk without spilling out the contents of her mouth.

"You don't have to be sorry," she said. Then she closed her mouth and I watched her swallow it all.

There is something so incredibly erotic about watching a girl swallow the mouthful of cum you just gave her. It is a hundred times more sexy than if she was to spit it out.

Then she smiled big at me.

"That's exactly what I was going for, Isaac," she said. "Don't worry about cumming too fast. All guys do their first time."

Then she laid down on top of me, her breasts pressing into my chest, and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, holding her against me.

"I love you, Emma. I can't ever imagine not loving you."

"I love you too."

“I made a deal with Mike,” she said to me about half an hour later as she was getting dressed.

“You mentioned that.”

“He won me for the week, of course, but ordinarily that doesn’t mean that much in our group once the weekend is over. I told him I would do anything he wanted me to do during the week if he agreed to this.”

“I know,” I said.

“He liked the idea, but he doesn’t want you involved. When we’re together this week, he wants it to be just the two of us. He even made me promise not to talk about it with you. I think he feels bad about the whole situation. He feels quite a bit of guilt getting to have me when you still don't.”

“So I am not going to see much of you this week?”

"Of course you'll see me, Isaac. Mike and I aren't going to date, or hang out together or anything. We're just going to hook up for sex a lot this week. We can get together anytime between those hookups."

"And you can tell me all about them?" I asked.

"Oh god, no," she said. "Mike was adamant about that. It's totally between him and me this week. I promised him."

"Okay," I said. I wasn't sure if I was happy to not hear about their encounters, or disappointed.

"But," she said, "I have a bit of a workaround."

"What do you mean?"

"I am going to text you a tally during the week."

"A tally?"

"Yeah," she explained. "Every time we get together, I will text you a number. Just a single number, nothing else. I'll increment it for each time Mike has me."

"God you are wicked," I said to her.

"And you love every second of it."

"I do."

"Because you are deeply, deeply perverted."

We laughed.

"Now take me home. I need to rest up. I think Mike is going to be really insistent this week, now that he knows I won't be sharing the details with you."