My Emma

We both leaned against my car facing her house. It took us a bit to get cleaned up and dressed. We were both exhausted, but I don’t think either one of us was quite ready for the night to end. Not just yet. Fortunately, the night didn’t have a biting chill to it and we simply enjoyed the moment together.

“Looking forward to our date next weekend,” I said suddenly, looking up into the sky. It was a shame light pollution had wiped out most of the stars.

“I am too,” she said softly. It was time. Beyond time. No more distractions. No more excuses. Tonight had been fun, but as she had said, it was time to focus on us.

My hand found hers and I ran my fingers through hers. She said nothing but held on. “You okay?” I asked, glancing over.

“I think it’s starting to sink in.”

“What?”

She met my gaze. “That you enjoy me being with other guys.”

I blinked a few times, surprised. “I thought that was obvious.”

“I mean, I guess so. But it was all through some sort of medium. Video. Pictures. Me telling you. Tonight, you actually watched me. More than watched,” she said with a hint of a teasing smile.

“You seemed to enjoy it too.”

“I did. Sex is usually great on its own, but when I looked over at you…” My eyebrows rose in interest. She looked a bit flustered. “I’ve had a lot of good sex over the years, but tonight was something else. You made it something else. Would I still have enjoyed it without you there? Probably. But you made it special and unlike anything I’ve experienced before. What happened in the shower…”

I grinned sheepishly. “Sorry for sucking.”

“It wasn’t terrible. Unpolished, but far from terrible.”

“Guess that means I need to practice.”

She grinned. “I happen to know someone who would be willing to help you out with that.”

My face lit up. “You really think Sarah would help me?”

Face darkening, she nailed my arm with a punch. It wasn’t the gentle, teasing kind either. “Asshole.” Chuckling, I rubbed my sore arm as amusement broke through her clouded expression.

“Says the girlfriend who used my condom to screw another guy instead of me.”

“You liked it,” she said without a hint of regret.

“Damn right. Nothing beats the sight of you losing yourself in the moment.”

“God, you are so weird.”

“I’m weird? That’s rich, coming from you.”

“The only weird thing about me is putting up with such a perverted boyfriend. Honestly,” she said with a huff. “I’m practically a saint.”

I chuckled. “You are many things, but saint? More like a succubus.”

She made a show of thinking for a moment. “I don’t know. I think I’d be pretty bad at that.”

I kissed her and together we walked to the front of the house. “Tonight was…”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

She kissed me again. “Thank you.”

“See you soon?”

She nodded. I waited until she was inside before heading back to my car. Maybe things didn’t turn out as we’d planned, but I had no regrets. Emma and I would have our time soon. We were a weird couple and did things at our own pace. The important thing is she was happy. I was happy. The future was looking bright.