Try to make out with her

I creep up behind Emma, who’s currently in the kitchen making herself some pancakes. The image of those two from that show making out enters my mind, and it really makes me want to do it with Emma.

It feels like forever since the last time I made out with her!

I get close, wrapping my arms around her suddenly. I feel her stiffen in surprise, turning to look at me with a raised eyebrow. I lean in, giving her a light peck on the lips.

She looks at me with an unreadable expression, before slowly finding a smile. Is she having a grumpy morning? Maybe I should give it a little time today.

She lightly pushes me off of her. “I’m busy making food, John.” She states, turning back to her pancakes.

Yep, grumpy morning. Guess she didn’t get the best of sleep last night. I understand, falling asleep at someone else’s place can be difficult.

I sit down on the couch, looking Emma up and down as she works in the kitchen. Her outfit is loose fitting, her shirt exposing one shoulder and her pajama pants slipping down a bit to reveal the top of some black panties.

I don’t recognize that shirt and pajama pants. They must be Rebecca’s. After all, Emma went straight from her work to Rebecca’s instead of making a stop back here.

My eyes trail up to her neck, where she now has multiple red marks. Three big bites, each in close proximity to each other.

Bug season seems to be ramping up. I should get us some more bug spray it seems.

Emma finally finishes making her pancakes, walking over to the couch with a slight limp before plopping herself down on the other end.

“Hey, you alright?” I softly ask. “You have a slight limp.”

“Oh, right…” Emma blushes profusely. “I-I, uh…accidentally hurt myself when, uh…rough housing with Rebecca.”

Aw, she’s so cute when she’s embarrassed about things she doesn’t need to be embarrassed about.

Never realized Emma was the kind of girl to rough house with friends. Actually, that’s probably a trait of Rebecca’s. No wonder Emma got a little hurt if it was her first time!

I’m shook out of my thoughts by a knock on the door. I get up, walking over to the door and peeking through the peephole.

It’s Asher. I wonder what he wants. And he’s holding a…