The Periodical

"Well, not to toot our own horn," Charles laughs, a disgustingly charming and amiable laugh, "but our paper is pretty good." Emily actually looks a bit awkward, and Charles waves his hands. "Don't worry; I was joking. I'm sure you are looking for a magazine just like yours so you can gather the research. We do it a lot too." Charles grabs a copy of a magazine from his desk and hands it to Emily. "These guys probably are more in line with what you're looking for. Culture and city event magazine. Done pretty well, too, if I'm being honest." He flashes that annoyingly perfect smile again.

"I'd love to discuss strategies over dinner some time, in terms of finding and getting stories." For the first time since you've met Emily, she seems to blush a bit.

"Oh that's really flattering," she starts, "but I'm seeing someone at the office. I think he might be a bit jealous if I started cavorting around with editors," she says. Charles nods.

"Had to give it a shot. Well, if you need anything else, don't be afraid to stop by." He reaches over and shakes your hand before turning around and whistling some show tune in perfect key. Bastard.

Emily turns around and smiles at you. You hold the door for her and you both step out of the office into the daylight. Emily's arm brushes yours, and soon her fingers are wrapped around yours. She gives you a smile as you both walk through the town together, hand in hand. Your eyes keep falling to Emily's shirt and watching her firm breasts and Emily glances at you with a cute grin. "I don't know why I enjoy you doing that," she murmurs, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "But I really do." You slip your hand out of hers and curl your arm around her shoulders. Emily smiles and snuggles into you. You feel really warm as you walk and suddenly Emily shifts under you.

You wonder what she's doing until the tips of your fingers graze the top of her firm breast, and you can't keep the grin off your face. You try to surreptitiously push your fingers into the top of her tit and she sighs as she feels you working to grope her. You reach down once and give a quick full grope to her breast, and she grunts as you bend her breast slightly beneath the bra. You pull away after the quick squeeze, and she grins. "I can't wait until tonight. I'm interested to see what you'll do without an audience," she says smoothly.

After a few minutes of walking, Emily gasps. "Oh it's still here," she says, and she starts pulling you, rather firmly, toward a red brick building with a really ordinary looking white door.

"I'm starving, and this is a restaurant I remember from high school! We went here for dinner before prom; it does some old style dishes that I think you would love. Some French, some American. Roasts, things like that, and they use the leftover roast from the day before to make amazing sandwiches." Her eyes are sparkling and you smile. Emily grins, and leans in.

"I will take off my bra in the restroom and eat without it if you take me to lunch here," she breathes. When she pulls back she is wearing a hopeful grin, and you imagine she looked just like it on her prom date. You were going to say yes, but now you can't say no.

"Let's have lunch," you say. You lean in to whisper to her. "I was going to say yes anyway," you admit. Emily smiles.

"I know," she replies. She leans into you. "But I want you to unhook it before I go in there. Just slide your hand up my back and unhook it. If you can do it in three tries or fewer," she begins, reaching behind her to grab your thigh. "Well, let's just say I have something planned that involves you and me in a very intimate setting." You slide your hand up her shirt and Emily grins. "I'll even give you a free try."