Alone Again with Emma

Sabrina shut the door to the bedroom, grinning to the last moment, leaving you andEmma alone.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly, but before you could say anythingEmma pulled her cropped sweater over her head and let it drop to the floor, her little breasts bouncing free again. “You’re allowed to look at them now,” she said, showing a sort of playful-sneaky smirk.

Taking the invitation, you made an obvious scan of her from head to toe. “Let your hair down,” you said quietly, and she reached up to pull it out of its ponytail. Her hair was long, maybe longer than anyone else you’d been with, and hung in soft curls and ringlets in a chaotic cascade. Her neck and shoulders were slim, and now that you knew she’d been a cheerleader since she was a kid you understood her tight, compact build that seemed almost too small for her height. She might have weighed the same as Sabrina but was four or five inches taller.

“What do you think of them?”Emma asked, putting her hands on her tits and lifting them a tiny bit from below - there wasn’t really that much to lift; she might have had more bust than her older sisters, but it still wasn’t much.

“They’re very pretty,” you answered, sitting down on the end of the bed.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked.

You gave her a look. “Has anyone ever realistically said you weren’t?”

“Do you think I’m more pretty than-”

“Whoa, stop,” you said quickly, holding up a hand firmly and pointing a finger at her. “Don’t finish that question,Emma. It’s not fair to you or whoever you were going to try and get me to compare you to. I wouldn’t ever answer it, and that would still be a trap because you could read whatever you wanted into a non-answer. You’re pretty, and you’re hot. If you need to ask, it just comes across as fishing for compliments and devalues any that I can give you. Plus, if you have to ask a guy what he thinks of you, especially physically, you’re with the wrong guy.”

She slowly shut her mouth, twisting her lips to the side as she looked at me, fidgeting her fingers down by her side.

“Just- Come here,” you sighed, reaching out to her. She approached and timidly took your hand with two fingers, so you drew her a little closer until she was standing in front of you, looking down slightly since you were sitting. “Are you doing this because you want to, or because Sabrina is in your head?” you asked.

“...Both,” she admitted.

“That’s not very convincing,” you sighed. “If you saw me in regular life - just in your home town or something, would you be attracted to me?”

“Sort of, I guess,”Emma said, looking around your face. “You’re kinda cute. I wouldn’t want to just jump your bones or something, but the way you roll with Sabrina, but also check her softly but confidently is kinda hot.”

“OK, that’s a start,” you said. “How about this - do you want to kiss me?”

She lifted her chin for a moment and then nodded, looking down at you with hooded eyes. You tugged her a little closer by her fingers and she shuffled right between your legs, her bare stomach and chest in range to feel your breath on them. She leaned down carefully, cautiously, and got within inches of her lips meeting mine. She licked hers, her eyes watching me.

“Kiss me,Emma,” you said.

She closed the distance and kissed you.

It was…. A good kiss. But a little strange. Not uncomfortable, but not comfortable either. It was like she wanted to do it, but wasn’t sure how she wanted to do it. She was tense and nervous, but also trying. Maybe trying too hard? You let your hand that wasn’t softly entwining your fingers with hers come up and gently rest on her waist, feeling the smooth, bare skin of her side. The kiss continued, easing off a little, the nerves shaking off until it finally started to feel like you might find a rhythm.

When you pulled away she raised her chin again, looking a little apprehensive over your reaction.

“You have really nice lips,” you said.

“Thanks,” she answered, her tone like she wasn’t sure what to say to an actual compliment.

“Can I play with your cute breasts?”

She nodded, mostly with her chin, and you slid your hand up her side and slowly cupped her left breast, rubbing your thumb on the underside and circling the top with your fore and middle fingers. You massaged it a little, slowly getting closer to her quarter-sized areolas, before leaning in. Your eyes stayed locked with hers as your lips found her nipple, giving it a kiss and then a small suck.Emma sniffed in a breath through her nose at the feeling, her chest puffing out slightly as her lungs filled.

Whoever she’d been with before, they must have been fumbling teenagers. Not someone who was going to take their time with her, not someone who may have even been thinking of what she was feeling.

To be fair, that probably would have been you not too many years previously. And you’d learned a lot during the last four months.

So you kissed and teased her nipple, and raised your other hand to stroke her other side, just getting her used to your hands roaming her wonderfully smooth skin. When you swapped your lips to her other nipple she moaned, just a little. Under her breath. But it was definitely a moan.

“Does this feel good?” you asked. “Do you like it, or is it not doing too much?”

“I- I like it, but we can do other stuff,” she said.

“We can,” you nodded. And then you surprised her by taking her by the waist and pulling her towards you until she was pretty much straddling your lap. Then you fell backwards and rolled to the side so she was on her back on the bed and you were leaning over her. You kissed her, soft and shot, and then looked down at her. “This is weird,” you acknowledged. “So let’s not try to say it isn’t. We can have great sex even though it’s weird. So I’m gonna keep kissing you. All over your lips, down your delicate neck, and all over your cute, jiggly little titties. Then I’m going to kiss lower. And lower. And when I reach those shorts I’m going to peel them off of you and I’m going to give you oral. How does that sound?”

“Um,” she said. “Uh. Pretty good?”

“Hopefully I’m better than ‘pretty good,’” you smirked playfully. “I’ve been getting a lot of practice.”

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