Roleplaying with Mike

"Why does Mike get to go first" Ben demanded indignantly, "He didn't even do any roleplaying"

"Come on Mike, don't be shy," Emma chirped out cheerfully ignoring Ben sauntering over to Mike. My breath fell short as I followed Emma's form. She sashayed her hips in that familiar model-like strut of hers, full of confidence and suggestion.

It was too much for Mike, wordless, he shrunk from Emma's full attention, suddenly afraid. She giggled at Mike's clumsy attempts to hide himself. Worry flickered on her face as she paused briefly seeing his distress. Emma shed her commanding aura, changing her strut to one of the demure dainty steps of a maiden. Emma stopped just short of Mike suddenly bashful. Slowly, shyly like a maiden pure of heart she clasped her hands and raised them palm up, outwards before Mike in an invitation. Emboldened Mike reached out with shy tentative hands resting softly on her fingertips.

With that small touch, he was trapped in her spell. Realization washed over me.

She changed for them.

She changed for me.

She knew what they wanted.

She knew what I wanted

I dreamt of the day that Emma would show me such things. The sweetness, the innocence, the kind and caring side of Emma. My breath caught in my throat as my hands grew clammy against my skin. The clever crafting of her masks. To lure them in. To lure me in. The lust and depravity for Owen, the sweet tenderness for Mike. She knew exactly how to hurt me.

She knew where my heart lay

"But, I thought you liked Isaac" Mike spluttered out nervously squirming against her soft grasp. Emma hushed Mike. She pushed away his shaking hands and silenced his babbling with a brief tender kiss. Mike's eyes seemed to bulge in astonishment at the sensation. She pushed him down deeper into the seat before clambering atop straddling him.

She smiled and drew him reassuringly into her arms with the sweetness of an innocent lover. Mike's hands flew to meet hers, panic in his eyes.

Her eyes flickered furtively over to me waiting for my approval as she sunk into his lap. Seeing my silent consent, Emma's fingers entwined into Mike's, guiding his arm around her waist. She paused a moment and turned her head grinned wickedly hidden from Mike's view just for me, and moved it lower to rest on her butt.

"We're friends right Mike? I like helping my friends Mike, let me help you" Emma's voice was quiet and light with just a hint of smugness. She turned from me with a glimmer of delight in her eyes she smiled sweetly for Mike, pushing away the mess of clothing, and revealing the twitching tip of Mike's hardness. Mike was held fast against Emma's intense eyes tightening grip. Realizing there was no escape, Mike stiffened upright laughing nervously. His eyes darted frantically around the room as Emma carefully pushed away his clothes revealing more and more of his cock. Mike's face paled with realization, suddenly half naked save for a t-shirt.

"I'm not gonna bite Mike"

"It's not you that I'm worried about" Mike's eyes darted to me, fear, guilt, and shame clear in his panicked eyes. He looked away embarrassed.

“Come on Mike, don't be shy,” She giggled as she caressed his cheek “Awww, you're so cute! You’re blushing!”

“Don't make fun of me Emma, who would think I'd be cute -” Mike tried to look annoyed. He cast his head to the side looking away from her pointedly as she sat atop him giggling. But he was under her spell. It wasn't long before Mike caught her eye and Emma's sweet earnest expression. The corners of Mike's mouth twitched reluctantly. Before long a rueful grin appeared on his face despite her light teasing.

"Don't worry about Isaac Mike" Emma pressed onwards, "Didn't you hear us, we both wanted this, all of it. Every touch, every kiss, and even more if you want it. Isn't that right Isaac?"

Mike paused one small doubt of unease left in his eyes. A queasy feeling washed over me as Mike met my eyes. I stopped myself as the feeling spread to me like a contagion. We stared at each other awkwardly half naked with the sounds of our friends tending to themselves noisily echoing through our silence. I could do nothing my nod my consent.

"See Mike?" Emma said, she placed a gentle hand and caressed him gently along his cheek as if she was calming down a skittish horse "Everything's fine." Slowly but surely Mike tore his gaze from me comforted by her bewitching sweetness. Emma's arms wrapped around his neck and gave him another brief tender kiss. She smiled with an invitation.

"Doesn't this feel good Mike, doesn't this feel right" Emma purred as she pressed into him and rubbed her warmth against Mike's bare rock hard cock. Her hands guided his in a dance sliding across her smooth pale skin. Emma smiled simply and nodded. Mike's hands traced across her body, feeling her soft curves, the softness of her butt, and the swell of her breasts.

My heart lurched in my chest as my hand lurched up and down my cock desperately

The conflict that twisted Mike's face slowly faded as Emma worked her magic on him. I remembered. I remembered everything of Emma's. It was barely a moment aways, but it felt like an eternity as the memories echoed against my recoiling mind. Her soft body, her soft perfume, her warmth against me. It was intoxicating. I could see it take hold of Mike as the shame and guilt were washed away under her spell. He closed his eyes and Emma kissed him forcefully. I could see Mike's chest heave as he greedily sucked in her soft perfume. Amazement was written over his face as he explored her. Instinct took over as he ran his trembling hands all over her body lightly guided by Emma's hands.

A soft quiet whisper breathed from Mike fell upon my deaf ears.

Emma blinked in surprise, before leaning in. "Of course Mike, What kind of kiss do you want Mike" Emma whispered to him rubbing her bare pussy against the shaft of his cock. She stared at me through the corner of her eyes and gave him a peck on the cheek. Mike shuddered as Emma showered him with affection, the remains of her red lipstick smudging and leaving marks on his cheek.

"Or do you want one down there," She said with a promise in her smile. She reached into his underwear and pulled out his penis holding it lightly and gently in her grasp. Mike put on a brave face. Mike leaned in and gave her a tentative peck on the lips. They smiled as if they were two innocent lovers sharing a private first moment.

"Did you like that Emma, was that ok?" Mike said his voice shaky with tentative fear.

"I loved it," She said quietly, a smile on her face, her face the picture of chaste innocence

"Can I kiss you more?

"Please?"

She kissed him.

They drew together, pressing close with the earnest sincere longing of virginal lovers. Mike gasped in surprise - his eyes wide with excitement - his mouth open in a small O. For a brief moment, Emma's eyes locked onto me before she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. I could do nothing but watch in gut-wrenching pain as they danced in each other's arms passionately.

It was somehow worse. It was worse than Owen. It was like I was watching something private rather than some depraved porn. I knew Emma was never friends with Owen, but what if Mike was? What if this was something more? What if those small private things shared without me, the private studying, the tutoring of D&D, the quiet little things she shared with him that escaped my notice then hit me like a truck. She went to him then. Not me. I was forgotten then.

Forgotten now.

They parted breathing hard. Emma sank to her knees giving him sweet kisses all over his body. Showering him with affection as her red lipstick left marks all over his thighs and groin. She smiled at him doe-eyed with affection reserved for lovers.

She placed the condom in between her full red lips kissed him on the tip of his cock and buried Mike's cock down her throat finishing the ritual. Mike gave a small sigh as Emma bobbed up and down on his cock before rising above him.

Emma shimmied her legs beside Mike's and straddled him, his cock disappearing beneath the hemline of her skirt. Transfixed I stared as she swayed back and forth over him. My eyes wandered over her, my eyes drinking in her aroused state as Emma and Mike entwined with one another, the flush of her neck, the hardness of her perky nipples peeking through the fingers of Mike's hands.

His eyes upon your face

His hand upon your hand

His lips caressing your skin

"Last chance Isaac" Her hand was wrapped around the base of Mike's cock. She guided him under her skirt disappearing from my view. "Just the tip, right?"

Could it be?

His cock in her lips.

Author's note:

Ehhhhh, Feeling iffy about my writing :S

Writer's block kinda... smacking me lately. Sorry for lack of updates.