Who says you have to do something?

Chapter 57

Back in the house, first Millie goes to Emma, who has distributed with Megan and the other friends in the living room. You notice the girls' outfits suggesting something special. You stop and watch Millie walking towards Emma, tapping her on the arm and speaking to her. She beckons Emma and Megan with her and Emma turns to face you again before the three disappear into the friends-room. You swallow with excitement, but then fight it down and join the others.

"How are things?" You ask Carrie, who is currently tying up her expensive shoes. Her costume is business-style again, but the fabric of her blouse is slightly permeable and you can see the color of her skin under the dark blue. Her skirt is close to her legs and ends up right under her knees and her hair flows perfectly styled over her shoulders.

"Don't you have eyes in your head?" Carrie smiles and points to the other girls. Rachel comes over and looks at you.

"What are you waiting for Finn?" she asks and puts her hands on her slim hips.

"Have I missed something here?" you stutter and search the room for an answer.

"Definitely." Karen cheekily wraps around your arm and clings to you. You look like a peasant compared to her in her long-sleeved T-shirt, the tight-fitting jeans and the jacket over her shoulders. Rachel put on short cargo pants and a green shirt. "Why are you not finished yet? We are in a hurry.” Karen pulls you up the stairs and you are waved off with the other girls' laughter. Her grip is strong and demanding and when she puts you down in front of your door she says: “Get dressed. You drive us into town.” At your questioning looks she laughs out loud.

"Sorry, but I didn't sleep much last night. What's going on here?"

"That comes from staying up all night. We still have to go shopping for your little Wombats party.” She looks at you conspiratorially. "Don't tell her, but we haven't bought all the presents yet and thought we could find something in the city." Then she knocks you on the arm. “You can also do something chic with Emma. A first date after the spectacle yesterday?”

"What do you actually know about it?" you ask and are not sure if you want to hear the answer. And Karen doesn't do you a favor with her gaze scanning your body inch by inch.

"Do not worry. We are happy for Emma.” She pauses and you immediately recognize the lie in her next words. "And if Megan says she didn't hear anything, we believe her, of course." She winks at you, but you can see a hint of something else in her eyes. Something else to think about later. How far can you go before the friends feel compelled to ask you uncomfortable questions? Megan is not the only one who has been seduced by the new situation. You too are now realizing that you have not always held back as appropriate. But Karen is looking at you more friendly again and it seems plausible that the argument that you are here on friendly territory is still true. Then she pushes you into your room and says goodbye with the words: "Let's try to look presentable." She slams the door and you can hear her steps wander down the stairs.

"Presentable..." you murmur and look at the chaos on your bed. You would prefer to leave the blankets, sheets and pillows like this. Disheveled, sweaty and messy. A testament for what you have achieved. But you will have to sleep in it tonight and it is likely that you will then climb new heights. You open your travel bag and grin at the thought that you haven't been able to sort everything in yet. "Presentable..." You pick something you think the girls would put their stamp on. When you're done - satisfied with yourself but a little nervous about the girls' opinion - you look down on yourself. What's wrong with that? And if something is: You sleep with three women. Who cares?

"A fitting assessor for Emma," Carrie nods off your outfit. Your girlfriend (do the others know about your connection or is it just a one-night stand for them?) comes down the stairs behind you, Millie and Megan on her heels.

"Wow Emma." You are speechless for a moment. Like Carrie, Emma wears a skirt that drives the blood down from your head. Her feet are in black shoes and white socks that reach over her knees. Her blouse is also white with some black embroidery on it. No comparison to the nerdy look that you also like very much. You let your eyes wander down over her body. Wait... "I thought you weren't wearing skirts Emma." Smiling, she wipes back a strand of hair and looks at the piece of cloth that playfully wraps around her legs. Wait a moment…

"Megan gave it to me. She said you liked it on your walk here the other day."

"Oh..." is all you can bring out. This is the skirt in which you started the relationship with Megan. That can not be a coincidence. "She also said that I can borrow it for our first date." You have to count to five before you can answer.

"You look fantastic. And if I may say that: you have phenomenal legs. "

"You saw them last night," she says with surprising frankness. The look she gives you cannot be misunderstood either. You stare at each other, lost in each other's eyes and the shared thoughts of last night. Carrie brings you back to reality with a laugh and Megan and Millie give you meaningful looks from behind Emma.

"Aren't you coming with us?" you ask and look at the two in their casual clothes questioningly. In contrast to Emma, sweatshirts and sweatpants make them look a little more conservative.

"We will have a nice day here. I am not allowed to go anyway, because these idiots forgot my presents and Millie wanted to ask me something.” As she say that, your eyes fall on your little sister. She looks a bit embarrassed, but when you look at her she smiles encouragingly. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you and Emma, otherwise Megan wouldn't smile so boisterously.

After all, you are all in the car and you check, as always, whether everyone is buckled up. Emma is sitting next to you and the rest of them are looking at you from the back seat. It is pleasantly empty in the car and the streets are largely free of traffic. So you can take a look now and then at Emma, who looks out of the window with satisfaction and dreams. You have to smile. You can imagine where she is in thought.

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Seacrest is in front of you and as always you head for the small mall. The town lays in a valley which ends up on the same lake in which you went the last day. On the other side the town ends on the edge of a giant pine tree forest and the mountains encircling the city. The sun shines into the valley, but the peaks send strong shadows in the city which makes the climate really pleasant on hot days. You park the car and the girls and you get out.

"Well, we know what we have to do," Carrie summarizes the plan while Rachel and Karen are already on their way to the mall. "What are you doing?"

"Aren't we coming with you?" You ask Carrie puzzled. Then you have to put all your skills to avoid her fist. "Hey! What the…"

"Are you a fool or what?" Carrie grins, but her words cut like a sharp knife. She lowers the voice a little, but not very much. "You can't fuck Emma out of her mind without inviting her on a date afterward." She looks at you condescendingly. "I thought you were better than that."

"Wow. Wait a moment. I am better than that!” In a panic, you turn to Emma, who shields her eyes with one hand, head lowered. "Emma Jackson, may I take you out today?" You ask dearly. "Please say yes, otherwise I'm stamped as a pervert and will never again get a friend as wonderful as you." Emma nods and you grab her by the hand. You quickly move away from Carrie, who is still calling after you: "It's better this way. Have fun and see you in three hours."

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"What are they doing at the mall for three hours?" you ask Emma after walking a few feet across the parking lot and now you are in front of a diner. Emma starts to answer, but you giggle away. "It's okay. After all, they are women."

"Actually..." Emma begins and giggles too. "Actually they do it for us." You raise your eyebrows. "So we have some time for ourselves," says your girlfriend finally, stroking her forearm. You look around the area. It's not even midday and the sun is not high in the sky. Wired time for a date. So far you only had dates in the evening and at night - when they should take place. Isn't there even a rule that it's a date only after 7:00 p.m.? You shake your head and notice how Emma looks at you curiously. Who cares about the time with such a woman?

"Are you hungry?" you finally ask. She answers that with a 'yes' and you go to the restaurant. You are really happy about Emma and her opinion that you should not invite her to a noble restaurant. She literally insists that you offer her a burger with fries and a milkshake. You sit down in a table niche in the back corner of the restaurant to be undisturbed. The sun slowly turns from red-orange to yellow and goes into the early noon. Then the waitress comes and Emma actually asks you for permission to order something. "Make two out of it," you say after the embarrassing scene and the order from Emma to the waitress, who looks at you disapprovingly when Emma takes your hand and sends beams of love into your direction. The woman's face looks as if a tank company had carried out her maneuvers on it and you are sure that with a sentence from her wide mouth she could simply sweep you away.

"Coming right away honey," she says disapprovingly and looks at Emma, who is not aware of anything because of sheer affection for you. The look of the woman makes you flinch a little, but when you look at your girlfriend, the discomfort disappears quickly.

"We can defently eat somewhere else if..."

"No, it's okay." She looks around the restaurant without letting go of your hands. It's kind of cheesy, but if Emma likes it, you won't spoil it. "I'm really hungry from last night." Her eyes sparkle and your grip grows a little tighter. This behavior makes you happy, it is very different from the Emma you got to know and love last night.

"Yes, I could also devour a cow," you mean embarrassed.

"No wonder you look like this," Emma says, and her eyes move up and down on your body. There is so much sexual energy in them that you are not sure whether the sheer power of her looks will take your clothes to another dimension. "If it is the same with you every time, then I understand your muscles." She nibbles on her lower lip and, in contrast, gently caresses the back of your hands. You clear your throat embarrassed and straighten up at the table.

"I don't know what muscles you mean," you grin.

"The one between your legs" she whispers and finds the saying extremely funny. "How do you do that?" she then asks dreamily. With her head tilted slightly and the hair over her eyes she looks at you admiringly.

"Do what then?” But you know what she means.

"Come on." She knows it too. "I don't have much experience, but yesterday was... like porn." She giggles and looks at you excitedly. "I mean, I've never slept so well. You drained me of all my energy and Megan said you have done it with her afterward.” Her eyes widen and the enthusiasm in her voice swells to an almost religious homage. "And before that too!"

"It's actually sheer despair, honestly. If I can't satisfy you, I'm afraid I will lose your favor."

"But you already know that we love you, don't you?" Emma asks amused and is completely absorbed in the world that you have built for the girls. ,We' love you…

"Yes... I just want your best." You don't know what to say. Who wouldn't go above and beyond to satisfy their girlfriends? "Nice that you like it."

"Like it? I could take you right here on the table. Or you me, if you'd prefer that.” Her laugh turns into this cute grunt when the waitress comes and hands Emma her burger on the plate. French fries are arranged around it and a glass of cola rounds the whole thing off. You get almost the same thing, just served with extra ham and a good dose of hate. The woman slams the plate so hard in front of your stomach that you let go of Emma in terror and looks at the woman in amazement.

"Your first date with your loved one?" she asks Emma and you are already adding up your belongings, which you will bequeath to your sisters after your vaporization. Emma nods and looks at you in love across the table.

"Girl, let me tell you what I've learned in a long life. If he invites you to this lousy diner on your first date on this time, it won't be going well.” You look at the **** of nature in female form only perplexed. She points to Emma. "I mean look at you dear. You are classes better than him. Find someone who appreciates you and who deserves your time."

"Uh..." you just do. But then you feel Emma wrap her hands around you again and you fear for your life.

"Thank you..." Emma looks at her shield on the collar. "Betty. But I love this boy.” She smiles in love at you and you just grin stupidly. Then her eyes sparkle again and she turns her gaze back to the military training area. "Besides, I've never met anyone who fucks me as unbelievably as he does." In retrospect, you don't know who got whiter in shock, you or Betty. But you can't see her the rest of the date. Instead, a somewhat younger waitress comes and looks at you questioningly. Emma is enjoying her fries and laughing exuberantly as you go about your burger. Not only do you gobble up because of hunger, but because you fear that Betty will curse you in the kitchen. What does this woman have against me? Did I kill one of her sons or what? When you are finished eating, you order another two glasses of black gold.

"Should I take care of the round?" Emma asks. Now you have to grin badly.

“I may be good in bed and do a few things well, but I don't think much of equality on dates. I'm sorry, but it's on my account."

"Chauvinist" Emma plays snub, but without further ado raised her glass to toast to you. Then she whispers to you: "Don't you want to give a lady the opportunity to stand up for herself?" You just grunt. Your last girlfriend was the way Emma is playing now and you can hardly laugh about it.

“It has nothing to do with self-determination when I invite a woman to dinner. I also respect her no less for that.” You put a french fry in your mouth and look out into the parking lot. You swallow and turn your attention back to the natural wonder in front of you. “I like to give my money, my sweat and my blood for you, in the truest sense of the word. That shouldn't make me a chauvinist. Women who want to do everything themselves because they think the men are stealing their decisions and options shouldn't be surprised if men can't do anything for them afterward.” Emma looks at you in astonishment and then looks down at her plate.

"Excuse me... I didn't want to..." Now you enclose her hands and Emma immediately clings to yours. "You see Emma, there are people out there who think it's bad the way you behave. They think that is weak and helpless.” You clear your throat and look around for Betty, who is maybe organizing a mop with a pitchfork and a torch in her hands. "But it only shows that you trust me and that is one of the greatest honors that can be a part of my life." You seem to have made it because Emma looks happier than before.

"I thought so too," she says quietly and dreamily. "It doesn't feel like I submit to you. Rather... "She looks away thoughtfully. "More like I trust you." Your eyes meet again and you feel charged when you feel a wave of love and affection sweep over you again.

"My last friend took these options from me because she thought I would take her options," you say, but there is no sadness in your voice. After all, you left her and now you really have no reason to complain. Emma pushes the plate with the banknotes over to you so that Betty or whoever can clearly see who the man in her life is and yes, she is proud of it, you recognize it. It is also not the case that you should skimp on money. You are the only son of your father and your stepmother and at some point essential for the law firm. You are good at school and apart from the ex-boyfriend of Millie you got along well without beatings in life. Maybe that will change if you meet Josh or Nathaniel. Your father paid for your car and the world is pretty much open to you when you choose your career later. Your father didn't say it, but of course he hopes that you will eventually follow in his footsteps.

Emma puts down her glass and looks at you a little more seriously. You look back questioningly and wait for her to open.

"I talked to Megan and Millie this morning." You look at her questioningly and you get a little nervous again. Millie has already given you her okay, but Emma is just as important in this equation.

"So?" Emma starts at your nervous voice, but then laughs and shakes her head, devouring her fingers with yours.

"Millie had the idea that you should go on a date with me. I then said it to Carrie and well... "

"Ah, now I understand." The look on her face becomes even friendlier.

"I like Millie. She is extremely clever. I can calm you down, she has no problem with us. I told her I could never take you away from her. We are friends, but she and Megan are your sisters. She liked that.” And there it is again, the submission of Emma. As far as that is concerned, permanent insurance is top of your list to ensure that Emma never suffers from her decision.

"I... don't know..." What are you saying now? You are desperately wondering how you can calm Emma down. But the girl gets ahead of you with amazing skill and you can only leave your mouth open in amazement.

"Hey Finn, I'm not Betty. Do not worry. I feel comfortable with you and look forward to doing more with you. You've only had these two women all your life, so I won't spoil that by playing the picky bitch.” She looks at you a little more seriously and her voice gives away her determination. "I will work as hard on our relationship as you do. And if you make a mistake or blame yourself, I won't leave you. I've been chasing you for years. Now we enjoy ourselves in the first place, okay?” At this you can only lift your glass speechless. The 'pling' of the glasses officially seals your relationship and the next bite of burger meat tastes like it was prepared by angels... even if Betty has probably added rat poison.

"So, I have another question," Emma says now. "How should I behave?" You hesitate at first and don't quite understand. She blushes again and plays with her fork on a leftover french fries. "Well, because of last night." She lowers her head again and shields her eyes with her strains from your sight. So she can keep talking. "I noticed that you liked how I behaved." You agree wholeheartedly before you become aware of the consequences.

"It was very exciting to see you like that, but did you really liked it?"

"I admit, I don't have much experience." Her gaze wanders into the distance to a pleasant memory. "But it was... incredibly delightful. I felt safe and… understood.”

"Understood?" Well at least one, you think and think about what you can do with this information. Emma nods.

"Yes. I somehow knew you wanted me like that. And Megan liked it too. I didn't have to explain anything, nor justify myself for my behavior.” Now she looks at you with clear blue eyes. "I liked that. I knew you would take whatever you wanted from me without having to explain it to me or you or Megan. It has never been like this in my life. So simple."

"Can you say that more precisely," you ask.

"Look at me. Apart from you, nobody understands the film quotes, the historical knowledge and the allusions to any historical characters."

"I think I understand. Maybe you should talk to Denise. She also likes something like that."

"Yeah," Emma shrugs. "But I'm not in love with Denise."

"That's right again." You can't help but stupidly grin.

"So back to my question." You click your tongue and think for a few seconds. It would be wrong to shout 'Yes!' Right away and you owe it to Emma to really worry about her. Finally, you say: "Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't have fun yesterday." You are pleasantly surprised that Emma starts to smile.

"So how do you want me?" She asks and comes closer to you across the table. You immediately answer this far-reaching and complicated question. Because actually it is not complicated. You just have to listen to yourself and see what Emma means to you.

"Happy, relaxed, curious, a bit clumsy, sometimes shy and actually always so cute one wants to take a bite off of you," you say firmly and have to laugh out loud when Emma pouts. "Okay okay. In bed I like to tell you where to go. But when we are in public you should behave as you like it best at that moment, okay? "

"Deal." Emma strikes and grins confidently at you. Who would have thought that it would make her happy? But who am I to complain?

"I've been under a lot of pressure the last few days." You look around. "Sexually too." Emma giggles with relish.

"I can imagine that." She pulls a pout. "Poor you." You have to grin, but you still have to get rid of that one.

"I almost wished this morning that the last evening wouldn't have happened like this." Her eyes widen and you calm her down quickly. "Almost, I said. And just not the way he went on.” Now it's you who looks down. "I was a little ashamed to take you so hard." Emma says nothing and is fully focused on you. She knows you have to talk this out of your soul. "I took your first time away from you. I put you under so much pressure... and I also enjoyed it in places.” You shiver. The warm sun can not warm you in this moment. "I've never seen anything like it Emma. And it worries me... that I could become like that again. Do you understand what happened to me that night?"

"Yes, I understand that," she says immediately. "You were having a hard time. Megan and Millie told me a lot." She takes your hand tighter. "You fought for a long time and finally you were able to reduce your energy through me." She looks at you seriously. "Believe me when I tell you that it makes me proud to be the one you turned to. The last night was... incredibly beautiful for me. I know you found it difficult to see and treat your sisters like that. But I didn't mind, honestly. I enjoyed it." And she even goes one step further. "Just because I was sometimes scared or a little overwhelmed, does not mean that it was not the best evening of my life. Bad feelings are part of life and I am glad that you have brought me so far to admit and accept them. This is the only way I can be here now, sitting in front of you and touching you."

"You're definitely far ahead of me again Emma Jackson," you murmur in awe. "I just don't know if I treated you properly," you confess and look her in the eye. Emma waits a few seconds to make sure you have finished.

“Finn, my first time was with the person I have loved for so long. My first time brought me here. And your behavior has resulted in us being together now. And what I said was what I meant. That is a clear decision of mine.” She shrugs. "Well, as clear as it gets with all the hormones in me and the butterflies in my stomach when I look at you." She traces the tendons on the back of your hand with one finger. "And the wetness between my legs when I think of you," she murmurs, smiling happily. "Everything is as it should be. I love you.” You look at yourself and now you don't care how cheesy the situation has to be from the outside or to Betty. Now that Emma has cleared you of your - perhaps imaginary - sins, you can see the situation and how you treat it with a little more humor.

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"But please don't make an older woman almost tear me apart with hate, okay?" You doubt that Emma takes your request seriously, as she laughs. But at least it shows that you don't control them completely.

Again you make her shudder when you put your number on her cell phone and vice versa. You put her under cutest cutie with glasses., she puts you under Boyfriend.

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The food is finally consumed, the coke is drunk and Betty is nowhere to be seen.

"So what do we do now?" asks your date and puts her chin on the back of her hands. When asked what she was up to and your insistence that a quickie in the men's room was too dangerous for you in Betty's presence, you both looked at your cell phones. Seacrest is small, but geared towards tourists and you remember many great moments with your sisters. One comes straight to your mind and you hold the display under the nose of Emma. She puts her hand on yours, looks into your eyes over your cell phone, and her eyes reveal everything.

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