Right?

I was a bit worried. Having someone sitting on my lap was one thing, but having a girl sit on my lap very close to my dick was a little different. I tried to calm myself down by reminding myself that Emily was here because she just needed someone to comfort her during the thunderstorm. Why she did it alone in here with me aside from having the comfort of everybody upstairs was a good question, but whatever.

Those thoughts were shattered when I felt a small kiss on my collarbone.

"What?" I asked her. The rest of the question was unnecessary, and I couldn't exactly find the words for the rest of it.

"Sorry, sorry, I just-" Emily started. "I've had to watch you and Becca for years now, and it's gotten me a bit worked up. You're the perfect person to have as a partner, and I don't want you to simply limit yourself to one person. I might be being a bit pushy here, but I...I love you John. More than you could ever possibly know. I don't want this to harm your relationship with Becca, and you're free to do whatever you want with me after this, but I just needed to be close to you. At least once. Just let me have this moment, and then you can tell me 'no' and we can pretend this never happened."

Holy shit. Why me? Why did I have to be the one who attracted these women? I didn't think that I was that attractive or even great boyfriend material. Sure, these gals were all my friends (aside from one), but I never thought they would want to be more than that. How could I even take care of more than one of them? Becca kept my hands pretty full when it came to relationships. Now I had two more girls who want to be with me...possibly three if I included Paige? That seems like way too much.

On the flip side though, I couldn't find it in my heart to turn down Emily. This is what Paige was warning me about though, with these hard-headed gals. This is also what Becca was talking to me about, too. She would be happy if I got another girlfriend. I saw Emily as a little sister in a way, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about her as a romantic partner before.

"Emily...saying 'I love you' is not small to me. You know, I never said it to Becca until a year in our relationship, when we were really sure of it." I took a deep breath, collecting my thoughts for my next sentence. "But...I agree with you."

"What?" she said, taken aback.

"Becca and I talked," I explained. "And she said she would be alright with me having multiple girlfriends."

"Becca really said that?" Emily exclaimed, incredulous. "That doesn't sound like her at all".

"Believe me, I was surprised too," I explained further, leaving some of the details out. "But she said it".

"John, I swear to God, if you're messing with me right now, I'll never forgive you!" Emily threatened.

"I wouldn't mess with you about this, Emily. I swear. I'd never do that to you. You mean too much to me for me to do that."

"So...we're a couple now?" she asked hopefully.

"Let me talk to Becca about this first, but I can't see why she'd say no," I answered.

"Now I don't have to feel guilty about doing this," Emily said as she pushed me backwards.

My back hit the bed that we were formerly sitting on as she was now laying on top of me, her ample tits pushing into my chest, her legs straddling my rapidly hardening shaft, and then her lips crashed into mine as she kissed me. Hard. It was like she was letting years of wanting to be with me come out in one moment.

"Holy fuck," Emily said when she first came up for air. "You have no idea I've wanted to do that, John".

"Well once I talk to Becca, we can do that as often as you want," I said with a chuckle. "Let's get back upstairs, the others are probably wondering where we're at."