An Interesting Week

I didn't wake up on Saturday until almost noon. Ella's intensity had been quite draining emotionally, and Emma's mouth had been quite draining in other ways, if you catch my drift.

I got up and went to the bathroom and showered for the day before I ever checked my phone. When I finally picked it up, I noticed there was already a text from Emma. I eagerly opened it.

Emma: 1

Oh god! She had already been with Mike the first time, before I had even started my day.

Me: What did you do?

Emma: I already told you. I am not allowed to share details. You will just get a tally and nothing more.

Me: At least tell me if it was more than just a blowjob?

Emma: No, Isaac. Press me again and I'll stop texting you altogether.

Me: Okay. Sorry.

Emma: You should be.

I got three more texts over the rest of the weekend, and then I got a text just at the start of 3rd period on Monday morning.

Emma: 5

Me: Oh god!

Emma: Enjoy sitting next to Mike in your Calculus class!

The little minx! She had gotten together to do something with Mike, right before the period where she knew we would be in the same classroom together. Mike sat right next to me in Calc every single day

And he was a few minutes late to class. I knew exactly why.

When he snuck in, I could see that he was avoiding looking at me. When he sat down, he said nothing to me.

God!

He had just been with my girlfriend. I’m guessing she likely just sucked him off, but what a rush that was, knowing that my friend was sitting next to me in class, that he had just been with my girlfriend, and that I had to pretend like nothing had happened at all.

I don’t remember learning much of anything at all in that particular period, to be honest.

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully, but I never fully recovered from having to sit next to Mike during that class, knowing full well that Emma had almost assuredly made him cum somehow only minutes before the class.

Mike never said a word about it, and neither did I, but he sort of avoided me for most of the rest of the day. After school, I did what I almost always do, I went to the library. While I was sitting and working on the Calc assignment I’d been too distracted to finish in class, Emma showed up.

“You look busy,” she said to me. “Want me to leave you to finish it?”

“Nah,” I replied, smiling up at her. “I can finish this later.”

She leaned down and kissed me.

I couldn’t help but wonder as I kissed her back if those lips had been wrapped around Mike’s cock earlier in the day. Had she swallowed his cum before our math class together?

“I’m hungry,” she said to me. “What say we go get burgers or something?”

“Sounds good to me,” I replied, packing up my stuff and standing up. We went out to my Audi and I drove to a local burger joint where we spent the next hour and a half eating and talking and laughing as we cuddled and held hands. I was almost able to forget about the earlier incident with Mike.

We then went on a long drive, listening to music as we just hung out together. I love to drive and I love the fact that in the car we are truly and genuinely alone together. Eventually we ended up at a large city park that has a couple of miles of trails in it. We walked leisurely along those trails for quite a while before sitting down on a quiet bench in an out of the way location.

She leaned in and kissed me. She tasted so good to me as we made out, right there in the park. And we made out, hot and heavy, for at least twenty minutes. She let me touch her body, although only over her clothes, as much as I wanted. I hate to admit that I couldn't exactly let her do the same thing, because I didn't want to have to clean up the mess in my pants that would have followed. God did it feel good to finally get to let myself go with her, even if only a little.

Eventually, however, she broke off the kissing and stood up.

"C'mon," she said, grabbing my hand, "it's a school night. You need to take me home."

I dropped her off at her house and went home. There was a little bit of ambivalence in the situation for me. It felt so damn good to have made out with her like that, but it also left me with an **** case of blue balls, something I hadn't really experienced before. I intended to remedy that before I went to sleep, but first I needed something to eat and I had to finish the calculus assignment that I had been unable to finish at the library.

It was a little over an hour later that I finally found myself ready for bed. I had stripped all the way naked and gotten out the KY and was just climbing into bed when I got another text from Emma.

Emma: 6

I actually groaned out loud when I read that text. I am not sure I will ever forget the feeling of that moment. I had taken Emma out on a date, bought her dinner, taken her for a drive and a walk. We had shared some intimate moments and conversations. We had made out like the horny teenagers we were until we were both hot and bothered.

And then Mike had fucked her.

Damn. The thought of that sent my deeply perverted fantasies, as Emma like to call them, into serious overdrive. I had wined and dined her, and Mike got to sixty-nine her. It was incredibly surreal. I had assumed when I got home that I would be stroking myself to the images of how great it felt to make out with her. Instead it was once again images of my best friend fucking the girl I had only made out with on our date together.

Jesus it was going to be a rough week!

And it was.

The rest of the week turned out to be an awful lot like Monday, as it turned out.

The tally ended at 12, on Thursday night, with everyday being eerily similar to Monday. They would get together for some sort of quicky at school, either between periods or during lunch, and then they would get together after Emma and I spent the evening together. Emma hung out with me every night that week. We talked, we cuddled, we kissed, and we petted. Ella fucked Mike every night after our dates. It was an incredibly intense week for me, filled with an indescribable mixture of emotions that I have seen people label ‘cuckold angst’. It certainly isn't a terrible name for it.

By Friday night I was emotionally worn out. I had no desire to attend the usual Friday night game night. When I mentioned it to Emma, she just smiled at me.

"I figured that might be the case," she said. "Don't worry, they are not expecting us. I made sure everyone knew we were just taking the week off, and that I wasn't leaving the prize pool, but that I thought we needed a little time just for us."

I couldn't have possibly agreed more.

I took her out to my favorite restaurant and then we went out to a movie. We ended up just cuddling and kissing on the couch in my basement, talking about our future together. She didn't leave me with a case of blue balls that night, but not because she did anything to make me cum. We just didn't really get all that physical together. It was a night for us to connect emotionally and intellectually, and I found it was just what the doctor ordered after a week of incredibly intense dabbling in my deeply perverted fantasies.

I did get a deep and passionate goodnight kiss when I dropped her off at her house.

“I really love you, Isaac,” she said to me. “Thank you for showing me a better way.”

“I love you too, and your welcome.”

We kissed again, she smiled at me, and the she was gone and I was driving home, on cloud nine, connecting with Emma on all the levels that I desired most. The sex would come. I knew it would. I was willing to wait for it.