Chapter 27

Jason stood in Emma’s shower, letting the hot water cascade over his head and shoulders; barely being able to believe he was in this situation - that today he was going to have sex with Emma.

Even though he was pretty sure that was what she meant by spending the day in her bed, he kept second guessing himself. He thought over her words for the hundredth time since he’d got in the shower - could he have misread her? Jason shook his head, spraying water onto the glass partition; no, she definitely wanted to have sex with him - there was no point being hesitant. That wouldn’t get him anywhere. Didn’t he have a lot of experience with women now? Far more than probably anyone of his own age. He shouldn’t be losing his confidence over the thought of having normal, regular sex, with a pretty girl.

Then why was he so nervous and excited?

Jason eyed the shampoo and conditioner on the shelf in the shower, thinking how Emma must have used them on herself only a few minutes earlier. The thought of her naked and slick with soap in the same small space he was currently in made his cock ache.

Fuck he wanted her.

There was no way he would be this excited if he had bound Emma to him with one of the Rings. This was so much better. A small thought of how he was going to reconcile his home life with his girlfriend struck him, but he pushed it deep down. He wasn’t going to overthink this. Not this time.

Resolute, Jason turned the water off and quickly dried himself. Unlike Emma, he didn’t have the option to get into a new change of clothes, so made do with putting his jeans without his underwear. He briefly considered walking downstairs like he had threatened in just a towel - it would be funny after all - but decided he wouldn’t try to lighten the mood. He wanted to go downstairs too Emma appearing cool and confident - he was determined to make her first time as incredible as he could.

When Jason went downstairs to the kitchen, Emma was just finishing up making a simple breakfast. The genuinely sweet smile she directed at him almost made him miss a step, she was so lovely. Emma had changed into a white t-shirt and a tiny pair of shorts; so much of her creamy thighs was exposed that he doubted she would get away with wearing it out in public. On top of that, from the outline of her small breasts and the way her nipples protruded through the thin fabric of her top, it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Aroused and excited beyond measure, Jason embraced his chosen persona of a confident and experienced man; walking up to Emma with purpose and intent. He caught her chin in one hand and gently tilted her face upwards to face him; leaning down and pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

“You look gorgeous, Em.” Jason said huskily.

“Thanks.” Emma said in a quiet voice. She had blushed at his words but did not look embarrassed in the slightest. She gave him a challengingly grin. “No towel? I’m disappointed.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.” Jason smiled, kissing her on the cheek.

“Oh.” Emma said, off-balance for a second, then smiled cheekily back at him. “Good!”

Breakfast was brief - a combination of it being pretty simple fare and the fact that both of them was clearly focused on something else. Jason caught Emma glancing up towards her bedroom on more than one occasion, so it was obvious that the promise of what was going to happen after they finished eating was at the forefront of both their minds.

When they both finished eating their was a brief moment of silence before Emma took a deep breath and stood up - the emotions on her face being a mixture of determined, eager, and slightly apprehensive. Jason stood up as well, and walked around the table to stand in front of her - holding out his hand, being happy of the fact that it didn’t tremble in the slightest. It was far more nerve-wracking to be doing this with a girl he didn’t control - not that he regretted that fact.

Emma placed her small, warm, hand in his own and curled her fingers over his palm. She gave Jason a shy smile and then turned towards the stairs; leading him by the hand to her bedroom.

When they entered the bedroom they turned to face one another, exchanging small and nervous smiles. Then they naturally came together in a sweet kiss which gradually became more heated the longer it went on.

Emma slipped her hands under Jason’s shirt; running her palms up along his chest before gripping the bottom and starting to lift it off him. Still kissing her, Jason smiled and raised his arms to assist her. Emma had to stand on the tips of her toes and Jason had to hunch down a little, but she managed to get his shirt off. When she reached down to the front of his pants, he placed his hands over hers.

“Not that I mind at all.” Jason murmured. “But I’m not wearing anything under those.”

“That’s handy.” Emma smirked, reaching for his zipper only to have him gently stop her again.

“This isn’t fair.” Jason smiled. “I want to have a turn.”

When he placed his hand on her hip and then slid it up under her shirt, Emma smiled and nodded at him.

“That sounds fair.” Emma said softly, only a small break in her voice betraying her nerves.

Jason gently explored the silky skin along Emma’s lower back and flanks, enjoying how she shivered under his touch. When it was his turn to grip the bottom of her shirt Emma immediately raised her arms above her head, her face turning pink as he stripped her topless.

“Wow.” Jason breathed, his eyes taking her pert breasts in all of their naked glory. Emma twitched as though she wanted to cover herself with her arms before noticeably stopping herself. He watched as her pink nipples crinkled and hardened as they were exposed to the air. “You are so sexy.”

“You’re not bad yourself.” Emma whispered.

“Are you wearing anything under those?” Jason asked, indicating with his head her little shorts.

“What kind of question is that to ask a girl?” Emma said, her eyes sparkling. “Besides, it’s my turn now.”

Jason kissed her - harder than he had yet - running his hands up and down the smooth curve of her spine and pressing her into him. He could feel her soft breasts as they flattened against his chest.

“If we’re taking turns it makes sense.” Jason whispered as he looked Emma straight in the eyes. “If you go now I’ll be naked. So? Are you?”

“Yes, Jason.” Emma said, surprisingly meek - a ploy which she immediately ruined by winking at him. “I have something on under my shorts.”

Jason laughed, pleasantly surprised at how playful she was being. It was all just so easy and natural with her. He slid his hands under the waistband of her shorts and then slipped them down off her hips to fall in a heap around her ankles. She was still pressed up against him, so he looked down over her shoulder - a strangled note of surprise escaping him.

From his vantage point he could see the smooth curves of Emma’s buttocks; the bare flesh unimpeded by the fabric of a pair of panties. Instead, Emma was wearing a thong. It wasn’t lacy, fancy, or something designed to entice - it was instead a relatively simple black piece of underwear. The appeal was the fact that she had chosen to wear it just for him.

“Holy crap, Em.” Jason said hoarsely. He reached down and gingerly placed his hands on her ass - gripping her rear lightly and squeezing the taut, curved flesh.

“You like?” Emma teased. She wiggled her rear, giggling to see the expression he had on his face. “You’re too easy, Jason.”

“I guess you’re my kryptonite.” Jason joked. He suddenly took a few steps back from her and stood facing here - grinning as he ran his eyes up and down her lithe form.

“What do you think you’re looking at?” Emma challenged. Now they were bantering she was rapidly gaining in confidence. She put a hand on her waist and cocked her hip - at ease standing in front of Jason while topless.

“You.” Jason smirked. “Can you turn around for me?”

“What?” Emma laughed.

“Turn.” Jason said. “Can you please? You can’t wear something like that and not expect me to want to see all of you.”

“I’m shocked at you.” Emma teased. She made as if to turn, but stopped halfway; standing at ninety degrees to him in profile. “Like this?”

“Emma you’re killing me.” Jason groaned theatrically. It didn’t help that from this angle her ass flared out from her narrow torso delectably. “Please take pity.”

Emma giggled and turned all the way around - looking over her shoulder at him with a satisfied smile at the same of his sudden exhale. Jason couldn’t help it - she looked absolutely perfect to his eyes. So different from his aunt and mother - even different from Karla. When she slowly leant forward, causing her rear to form a delicious peach-shape, he almost lost control of himself right then and there. In fact, when he saw her eyes flick down towards the painful tenting in his pants, he did.

Jason took two long steps until he was right behind Emma. She stood stock still, quivering slightly, as he carefully pressed his erection between the globes of her ass.

“Jason...” Emma breathed out - all teasing gone from her face as soon as she felt his erection.

She straightened upright - turning on the spot and slipping one arm around his neck. They stared into one another’s eyes as Emma bit her bottom lip and reached down between them to the front of his pants again. She wasn’t as clumsy as she had been last night, and soon had his pants falling down to the floor - Jason stepping out of them and kicking them behind him. When he felt her small hand wrap around his shaft though, a thought struck him and he froze.