Epilog - Emery Jean Ottensen

Emery checked her reflection in her vanity. One smooth stroke of lipstick and the artist was finished. Two long pigtails danced around, as she shook her head to make sure they were secure. It had been almost six months since she was no longer required to maintain that poofy hairdo, but in spite of herself, she still spent hours on her style every day, excited to try everything from ponies to buns to braids to waves, seemingly never able to decide after trying at least three different options. A twirl in front of her full length mirror, and she knew her outfit was perfect. Tasteful pink knee-length dress with a billowing skirt, check. A white cardigan with pearl buttons buttoned at the top, check. Simple white tights, pink round-toed heels, cute plastic bangles, check check check.

In the living room her parents were sitting on the couch watching television while Abner ran back and forth on the floor, moving expertly on two legs. He was even more of a handful now, but the girl didn’t mind helping with her little brother nearly as much as she used to. He was so adorable after all. “Mom, Dad, Mary’s on her way. We’ve got plans after dinner, so don’t wait up. Do you need me to get anything while I’m out?”

“No, sweetie,” Rose answered, her heart swelling at the sound of being called mom, just as much as the first time. Emery was her daughter after all, and she loved her just the same as the child she birthed. “Just be quiet when you come in. I’ll try and clear a path to your room, Miss Clumsy.”

“Come give me a big hug, Kiddo.” Tobias said, his gruff voice befitting the prideful father who adored his little girl. The girl skipped happily across the room, glad her dad would be home for the rest of the weekend. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and let the man with the lumberjack build lift her up off her feet.

When she felt something tapping on her leg, Emery assumed it was little Abner, but peeking over her dad’s shoulder, she realized it was Rose trying to signal something with her eyebrows. The blonde was confused for a minute, but then remembered a conversation that took place just a few days prior. “Umm, Daddy, can I have twenty dollars?”

“Of course!” the man gleefully replied, pulling his wallet from his back pocket, and taking out a bill. “Here, take fifty.”

Emery didn’t actually need the money anymore, making more from commissions in a month than she’d probably spent the entirety of her junior year…at least of her own money anyway. Rose told her that her father was kind of bummed out that his daughter was growing up so fast, and she didn’t seem to need him so much anymore. She suggested that if Emery asked for a little cash like she used to, it might let the man know he was and would always be her father, regardless of how old she got. She kissed the side of his scruffy gray beard, and said, “Thanks, Daddy!”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Emery couldn’t seem to answer quickly enough. Her face beamed when she saw Mary, wearing a sexy black lace wiggle dress, dolled up and ready for a night out. “Well, hello there, Princess.” she said, leaning through the doorway and gently kissing her girlfriend on the lips. Stepping in, she faced the two adults in the room, and did her best approximation of a curtsey, “Your Highness, My Liege.” The pierced, and tattooed girl had never really clicked with anyone’s parents before, but the Ottensens adored her, finding her over the top antics hilarious.

“Hey there, Killer!” Tobias said, picking up the teen in the same bear hug. The nickname came from a night out bowling with the family. He’d made the mistake of talking smack, and after she beat the brakes off of him on the lanes, he learned her trash talk was just as ruthless. The girl had moxie to spare. “Kick anyone’s ass lately?”

“No, but I can make time if you wanna go, old man.” the girl joked back, putting up both hands.

Catching her breath from laughing so hard at the two, Rose asked, “What are you girls doing tonight, anyway? Big Plans?”

“I’m taking my favorite lady out for a candlelit dinner, and then I’ve got a surprise after.” Mary snuck Emery a little wink. “Speaking of which, we need to hurry out. Don’t want them to give our table away.”

“Sure, let me walk you out. I don’t get to see my Kiddo enough, so I need to squeeze all of the quality time out of her I can get.”

“Have a nice time, girls!” Rose called out as the door closed behind them.

Mary hopped in behind the driver’s seat, and just before Emery could follow, Tobias gave his daughter another big hug, and then looked her in the eye, asking a simple question, “I know I’m not around a lot, and I’m proud of you for handling everything on your own. You’ve grown up so much this past year, Emery. I just have to ask, are you happy with who you are?” His eyes flicked down to the leaf necklace that once belonged to his first wife and then back up to Emery’s blue eyes, seeing so much of her mother in the girl.

The blonde thought about it for a second, then replied, "I could use a cookie or two, but yeah, I guess... OH! and a glass of milk!"

The proud father chuckled. “Kiddo, you’re adorable.” He always thought the same thing about Emer, but there was only so much a man could say to his son past a certain age. Now he could gush all over his daughter as much as he wanted. “Tomorrow we’ll have some milk and cookies. It’s a date.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” Emery said, as the man kissed her on top of the head. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that she jumped in the passenger seat, and the young couple were off.

Riding down the road, Emery suddenly realized she’d forgotten something. “Oh, yeah! I got my senior pics back. I gotta, like, pick one for the yearbook, and I can’t make up my mind. Mom told me to ask your opinion, because you have a great eye for stuff like that. What do you think?” The blonde held up her smartphone by her girlfriend’s face, nearly blocking her from seeing the road.

Mary took a deep breath, and said, “I’ll look at them in a minute, Princess. Please move your phone.” Early on in their relationship, the Vietnamese American teen learned that yelling wasn’t the best way to stop the girl from accidentally killing herself, or engaging in some other self destructive behavior. It only seemed to confuse her more. She had to ask herself if it was worth it, falling in love with such a ditz, but when Emery said the words, “I love you” then tickled her sides right after, instigating a wrestling match the blonde knew she was going to lose, Mary knew it absolutely was. She fully and completely agreed with Mr Ottensen. Emery was absolutely adorable. At a red light, she scrolled through a few of the photos, and then landed on the one she thought best, Emery sitting on a stone bench looking as beautiful as the picturesque scene behind her.

Right then a notification rang on the phone. Emery checked and the reminder told her what she’d forgotten. It was a new thing she was doing at her girlfriend’s suggestion. It actually got her to set up direct deposit. “Oh right! Last night Song texted me. She’s being real weird for some reason. Wants to know if we want to hook up, or something.”

“Eww…no, Princess. I know she’s your friend and you have a history, or whatever, but she violates my ‘No Asshole’ rule.”

That day at work following the creation of Emily, behind the counter with the buttplug still stuck in her backside, Emery stood all day, never once using the stool, something Mary found strange given the blonde girl’s notorious laziness. She leaned on the counter, playing with the sign that said not to do that very thing like she often did, watching while her normally lazy coworker kept themselves busy cleaning. The ditzy girl was balancing an eyelid pencil between her lips and nose, not the first time she had seen that behavior, but something was off.

Something wrong, Princess?” she asked, concerned for her employee, who’d easily charmed her way into being her friend as well.

“Oh umm…Well, I’ve got this thing stuck in my butt, and me and Milly broke up too, but I think that’s probably a good thing, actually.”

Mary had to spit her morning coffee back into the cup, unable to swallow it. “Who’s Milly?...wait you have something in your butt? Are you okay? Do you need to go to the doctor?”

“Oh, no. It’s supposed to be there, I think.” the bimbo chuckled, jostling the plug in her rear, bringing a mixture of pleasure and discomfort to her expression. “I meant Manny, by the way. It’s Emily now, though, but I call her Milly. She’s super pretty. Not as pretty as you of course…” Emery eyes shot to the floor in a rare act of shame, as she realized she’d just shown her entire hand.

“Emery, I’m taking you out Friday.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command. The same as when she told the girl to restock the counter. While Mary and Emery were very different people, neither was well versed in the art of subtlety.

In response, the blonde blushed, while an usually shy smile spread across her lips. She nodded her head yes, and for the rest of the day, the girls quietly flirted, looping their pinkies together underneath the counter, and occasionally bumping one another with their hips. Every time Emery quivered with pleasure when the little rubber plug shifted inside her.

At a quaint little taco shop, the two girls sat across from one another, both experiencing first date jitters. Trying to break the ice, Mary asked what happened with Emmanuel, where Emery told her the whole story, top to bottom, sparing no details. It didn’t come as much of a surprise. Given how they met, Mary knew the girl was supposed to be a boy when she did her makeup for the first time, and was somehow being **** into taking the gigantic step of starting life on the other side. Whatever the reasons, she found herself, and became one of the few lights in the Vietnamese girl’s workday. Emery was obviously Emery, however she got there, that wasn’t the question. Whether or not she deserved such a severe punishment though, the girl wasn’t sure.

“Emery, I’m pretty sure that’s ****. Like, if that woman tries to have you thrown in jail for peeping a year before, I’m pretty sure the cops would have some questions about why she didn’t come forward earlier, and she’d be in a world of shit, herself. You probably don’t have to listen to her anymore. You can just, like, live your life or whatever.” Mary was astounded that something like this happened. It didn’t sound like real life, that this Bianca Russo was so fucking nuts.

“Ehhh,” Emery considered the prospect for a moment, but then surprised her date when she said, “I think it’s fine. Probably more trouble than it’s worth not doing it. I mean, eventually I’ll blow enough dudes, right? Besides, cops suck so I’d really rather not.”

Mary had to agree. Rarely did the police make situations like this better. Plus Emery wouldn’t survive a day in prison, or worse yet, she’d take over by accident somehow, and never want to leave so long as there was a taco Tuesday. Thinking back to the girl talking about her three-way, Mary was struck with an idea, perhaps egged on by her own erotic fantasies. “Okay, so if you’re gonna do that quota thing, do you think it would be fun if maybe we did it together?”

“Like a race?” Emery asked. “Because like I’m getting good at it. This one time with Manny…” Emery’s words trailed off when he saw the look of amusement and barely contained laughter on the pink-haired girl’s face.

Mary continued to giggle, covering her face for a moment to regain her composure. “No, dummy. I mean, we tag team the guys. Like, we get off with each other, and use them for some bonus fun, as well.”

“I mean, I don’t really like blowing dudes. If they wanna blow me, that’s fine, I guess. I really like girls though. Mostly I just like you…” Mary could almost see the gears slowly turning in the blonde’s head until the light bulb finally switched on. “...so if you were there, then it would definitely be more fun. Do you really want to do this with me? It’s weird but, like, I want you to be happy more than me. You know, so…like, you don’t have to.”

“Princess, I promise, I want to.” Mary grabbed Emery by the collar of her blouse, and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, catching the girl by surprise. Emery’s eyes slowly closed as she began to realize this was the beginning of something amazing.

The couple’s first task was snapping a few suggestive photos, dressed seductively lying in bed, with the use of Emery’s selfie stick. Mary set up a shared Fetlife account for them, where those pics were posted, as well as a description of what the girls were looking for.

“Two sexy eighteen year old hotties, one trans, one cis, seeking playpals of all genders. We’re not looking for a third, and definitely not a unicorn. Only fun, pleasure seeking individuals need apply for a good night with two of the most bodacious babes this side of the Inland Empire. Must love dogs. Otherwise, we can’t trust you. Condoms are non-negotiable.”

“Okay, posted.” Mary said, after the last few dramatic strokes on her laptop’s keyboard.

“Did you use bodacious?” her girlfriend asked, looking up from polishing her toenails.

The beauty influencer rolled her eyes, and groaned. “Yes, though I don’t know why it’s so important to you.”

“Because ninja turtles.” came the reply as though that was enough of an explanation.

Needless to say there was no shortage of young gentlemen jumping at the chance to spend a night with the two. Tall, short, fat, skinny, they ran the gamut, but the girls didn’t discriminate. Emery didn’t really care one way or the other, and Mary’s one requisite was that they couldn’t be an asshole.

Like clockwork, the girls moved through the list effortlessly. It became another fun thing they did as a couple. The guy would show up, usually very nervous, and the two girls would guide him through it, and show him the time of his life. There’d be some fourplay, and heavy petting. Sometimes Emery, and the boy would take turns fucking Mary while she blew the other. Different positions were experimented with. Not once, as though by some kind of miracle, did the couple not enjoy themselves. Mary obviously had a kink, and Emery loved the look on her face when she got to enjoy it. The only consistency was that at some point Emery would be blowing the guy while Mary snapped the picture.

Though tasked with their quest for Emery’s freedom, that didn’t mean the couple didn’t enjoy some one on one time. One night, when Mary was sleeping over, from her overnight bag she pulled a strap-on, and looked to her princess with pleading eyes. Emery’s only similar experience was that day at work with the buttplug. It didn’t seem so bad, and she’d do anything to make her girlfriend happy. She was a little uneasy, but still nodded her agreement, and quietly the two tried the thing out.

Emery quickly learned that buttplugs could feel good, but they were mostly for training. Getting pegged was a completely different story. The phallus entered her rear, heavily lubricated, but that did little to help with the reflexive flinch that followed the cool sensation of the Astroglide chilling her puckered hole.

“Are you okay?” Mary asked, sensing the pain in her girlfriend’s expression. “Do you want me to stop?”

Emery shook her head no. She trusted Mary completely, and the beautiful woman she was falling in love with said this would be fun, so eventually it was going to be fun. It took a minute, but boy did she discover how right she was. The pleasure began to swell, and in an instant, the blonde was fully erect. The prosthetic cock massaged her prostate, and that was that. Almost immediately the girl had cum like she’d never cum before, spilling the fluid all over her hiked up nightgown, the moan escaping her lips clearly heard by Rose across the house, though this time the woman knew it definitely wasn’t a burglar, and she really didn’t want to go check on the kids.

Being the little spoon, Emery kept going on about how amazing it was. “Seriously, I’ve never felt anything like that before. I want to do it again. If I'd known it felt like that, I’d have been doing it to myself…like the whole time. Like, I’d have stuck all kinds of things in there.”

“Please don’t.” Mary interrupted, seeing where the train of thought was heading. “Just clean sex toys, Princess. No vegetables.”

“That’s it?” the girl replied, obviously disappointed.

“Well that and…”

From there, the girls started incorporating Anal for Emery when playing with others. The flirty teen still didn’t care much for the men, and if her girlfriend wasn’t involved she’d have had absolutely no use for them, but their dicks were a different story. She quickly learned most guys didn’t have a clue what to do with their dongs, but was blessed to have a partner who knew exactly what she liked, and had no hang-ups with giving orders. Emery’s quota was filled in a month.

At first after gaining her freedom, they mostly spent time together, getting to know each other better outside of primarily sexual escapades. They got to know each other’s families, and their friends. Mary would cook for her partner, and Emery would try to repay in kind, even though every time she did they wound up ordering pizza. The fact that the girl tried at all meant the world to her love.

Eventually, the itch crept up, and the couple were back on Fetlife “scouting new talent” as Mary called it. No longer an almost daily occurrence, it became a little treat every now and then. Their relationship continued with this dynamic through the rest of the year, and when Emery finally graduated in a few weeks, they were going to get their own place together, ready and eager to move onto the next milestone. Who knows? Maybe one day, wedding bells.

After finishing their taco dinner, the girls hopped back in the car, both gnawing on a piece of minty chewing gum. They arrived to the “surprise” Mary had arranged. Inside they met with a fresh piece of meat named, whatever it didn’t matter, and they found their way to the gentleman’s bedroom. Inside the girls stripped off their outfits, both in matching lingerie, garters, crotchless panties, and all, though Emery’s was a pristine white, while Mary’s was a midnight black.

A short time later, Emery found herself bent over the guy’s bed, looking into a mirror, and watching herself get railed from behind. Mary stood next to the guy, with a stern expression, and a riding crop in hand. She loudly commanded, “You better fuck my Princess correctly. She is royalty, and she deserves to be treated as such. If you fail to do so, well…let’s just say you’ll really wish you hadn’t. Mary swatted the guy on the buttcheek with the crop, and he winced in pain, but his cock grew that much harder as it thrusted in and out of Emery’s backside.

Emery locked eyes with Mary in the mirror, and loved everything she saw. This person was the most beautiful thing she’d ever known, and their time together was never anything that could ever be called boring. Though it didn’t resemble any happily ever after she’d ever read in a storybook, the young ditzy blonde wouldn’t trade her life for anything.

“I love you.” Mary mouthed in the mirror before whacking the guy again for good measure.

Emery tried to say, “I love you too.” but she couldn’t because her eyes rolled back into her head, and she exploded all over the guy’s bed, completely ruining his comforter.

From mischievous boys to mostly well behaved girls, the trio’s lives seemed set to go down the feminine path, some more willing than others.

The End