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Chapter 62 by RandyLahey
What happens next?
The next morning
You wake up the next morning to find Emma had left the couch and was in the kitchen making breakfast. She was still completely naked save for an apron she was wearing that said "kiss the cook!" She looked pretty damn sexy if you did say so yourself, her cute little ass poking out from behind. You didn't let her know that you were staring at her from the couch as she was cooking away in the kitchen. The smell of bacon filled the air and you were excited for some breakfast and maybe some after breakfast dessert. The bacon smell was enough to get you out of bed until you realized how hungover you were.
"Good morning," you say from behind her. She then looks back and kisses you. Just a quick kiss, but enough to give little John a little jumpstart. Eager for a second round with the English actress.
As you are completely naked it was pretty obvious he was starting to grow and Emma obviously noticed. "I'd give him a little suck right now if I wasn't cooking breakfast," she said.
"I can cook breakfast, while you give it a go" you say trying to get her on her knees.
"As much as I'd like to stud, I've got work soon and I know I wouldn't be able to stop myself from taking all of you if we started," she said much to your dismay. Her body was ravishing to look at and all you could think about was ripping the apron off and fucking her over the counter.
"Another time then. What are we having for breakfast?" you ask.
"Just some bacon and eggs, it's my speciality," she said.
"Do all the guys that come over here get this treatment?" you ask teasing her a bit.
"Nope, just the guys I really like. Speaking of people we like, even though we were pretty damn hammered last night I could tell you like Daisy. And not just in the way you like me or any of those other girls you've slept with," she said. And maybe she was right you thought. Even looking at Emma who you had just had one of your best nights of your life with there was still something just not quite there. Something missing.
"I guess, I don't know, it all just feels too soon. I'm not sure I'm ready to stop fucking other girls like you," you respond back.
"Trust me that won't be an issue with Daisy, she's not going to stop you from fucking any of those girls as long as she gets to be included. The only girl that she won't is Elizabeth Olsen, and I wouldn't tell her about that night just on account of their issues," she said.
"What are their issues?" you ask.
"That's not my place to say stud," she says leaving you curious as to what actually went on between the two of them. Something must've happened and you're really not sure what and no one would tell you.
"Ok, I'll think about your suggestion," you say. Thinking about it today you felt better about the idea of dating Daisy. Especially with Emma's remarks about sex with other girls and her being open to it. As much as you didn't want to admit it to yourself that was the biggest thing holding you back from being with her.
"If I were you I'd call her today, and ask her out. Tell her you've thought it over and you're in," Emma says.
"Ok I'm gonna do that," you say.
"Good, now breakfast is ready," she says and hands you a plate of bacon and eggs which you quickly eat up.
"I'm sorry to be doing this, but I have to go. So I'm going to need you to leave," Emma says after you finish up your breakfast.
You quickly get dressed before saying goodbye to Emma and heading back home.
Do you call Daisy?
The Journey to Superstardom
Rising Star moves to Hollywood to pursue his dreams and fantasies
After a big hit, you decide to move to Hollywood in order to reach your dream and become a superstar. Along the way, you meet some celebs and have a good time with them.
Updated on Jun 15, 2022
by RandyLahey
Created on Jun 9, 2019
by RandyLahey
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