Chapter 4

It took almost twenty minutes before either of them had the energy to move off the bed. Emma finally pushed herself up and told him that she had to clean herself up, that she was going to take a quick shower. Ken couldn’t move. She had drained him, left him empty.

He heard the shower stop and shortly after she came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her. “Kenny, I’m starving,” she said. “We’ve got to find something to eat, like right now. C’mon, get dressed.”

“Where do you get this energy? I’m exhausted.”

She slipped on a bra and looked at him over her shoulder. “You’ll feel better after you get some food in you. Let’s go.”

He stumbled off the bed and into the bathroom. He didn’t have the energy for a shower, but he put some soap on a washcloth and wiped off his dick and balls, so he wouldn’t smell so clearly of sex.

Emma was nearly ready when he came out. He found his clothes and dressed as quickly as he was able. She was standing by the door, waiting, while he was still tying his shoes.

He patted his pocket for the keycard, then pulled the door closed behind him. “I never even looked at the brochures when we checked in. I don’t know what the dinner options are.”

“I got a quick look while you were signing us in. The main restaurant has a buffet that’s open late, if we’re too late for waiter service.”

They found their way without too much trouble and discovered that the restaurant served until eleven. They were seated and presented with menus. He ordered something he thought could be made quickly. He passed on a drink from the bar, but Emma thought she’d have a margarita.

“I’m discovering all sorts of unexpected things about you, baby. I never heard you use a curse word before today. I never thought that you’d be so ... open-minded. I’ve never even seen you have an alcoholic drink before, either.”

“I’m full of secrets and hidden surprises. You’re never going to know what to expect. My mother would be aghast if she saw me with a drink containing alcohol, even wine. I followed her rules while I was living at home, just to make life tolerable. But this is my life now, my rules.”

He nodded approvingly. Her drink arrived and she took a sip. “Pretty good,” she told him, and took another.

“Go easy if that’s your first. It may hit you hard.”

“I’ll be fine. Okay, look around the place and tell me who you think the newlyweds are. Can you pick them out?”

“The easy ones, probably. Over there, to your left, young guy with dark hair, the woman with short blond hair. He looks like he finally feels like an adult, she looks like she’s afraid that people are going to look at her and know what they’ve been doing.”

Emma giggled. “She doesn’t look a day over eighteen. Who else?”

“Umm, oh, by the window. Athletic looking guy, looks like he spends way too much time in the gym. He’s already half in the bag, she looks embarrassed because he might make a scene. Maybe this isn’t turning out the way she thought it was going to.”

“Yeah, I see it, too. Any others?”

“Probably half the place, but a lot of them are behind your back and you’d have to turn around to see them. Then it’d look like we were staring. Because, of course, we are.”

“You’re no fun. Okay, we’ll play this game another time. How about us? Is this turning out the way you thought it was going to?”

“No. It’s turning out way better. I think I’m a very lucky guy.”

She actually blushed. “Thank you. I think I had you pretty well pegged as far as character and personality and interests went. I wasn’t sure about the rest of it, I mean, the sex stuff. I had set my expectations pretty low, which I think is mostly due to my friends’ and my mother’s view of men. So it was a pleasant – a very pleasant – surprise to find that they were way off the mark. It has been ... eye-opening.”

“Have I done anything that has made you uncomfortable or shocked you?”

“Oh, no! Just the opposite. You’ve been very gentle and made sure that I felt good. I told you earlier that I really hadn’t expected it to be so ... wonderful. I didn’t know it could feel like that. I can’t wait to see what new things we can do.”

Before he could respond, the waiter brought their food and set it before them. The smell hit him hard and he suddenly felt ravenous. They both dived in, eating with a purpose. She had finished her margarita and ordered a second while she cleaned her plate.

Emma burped, then immediately put her hand over her mouth, flustered.

“Hah!” he said. “The real Emma shows herself.”

“I hope no one else heard that. That was embarrassing.”

“I’ll keep your shameful secret. But it’ll cost you. Just wait till we get back to the room.”

She blushed again. “Do people normally do it as often as we have?” she asked him quietly.

“Hard to tell. Guys tend to exaggerate about how often they’ve done it and how long they can stay erect. The frequency is greater just after people get married or move in together for the first time, of course.”

“I like it. It makes me feel good.”

Kenny thought that the alcohol was lowering her inhibitions. He didn’t think she was accustomed to speaking so openly. The waiter appeared to clear their plates and ask if they’d like dessert.

Kenny passed, but Emma thought about it for a moment before finally shaking her head no. The waiter went to prepare their bill.

“I’m not sure if I mentioned it before,” she told him suddenly, “but I’m on birth control. My mother doesn’t know.”

He looked surprised and waited for her to go on. “I think she’s waiting for her first grandchild. She’s always been opposed to what she calls “artificial” means of avoiding pregnancy. She’s a firm believer in the rhythm method, but I’ve always had lousy rhythm. I can’t dance. So pills and stuff were never spoken of, not in our house.

“But when you asked me to marry you and the prospect of suddenly finding myself pregnant with my mother hovering over every facet of my pregnancy, I couldn’t do it yet. I went to a new gynecologist – my mother took me to hers growing up and I was afraid she’d spill the beans – and I got a prescription for birth control.”

She looked at him. “I’d love to have kids, Kenny, especially yours, but not right now. I wish I’d told you before but I didn’t and I’m sorry.”

She looked down at the table. “Emma, it’s fine. Really. I’m not sure how I’d deal with kids either, or if it’s a good idea early in a marriage. People have to learn to live together first before they start adding kids into the mix.”

“You’re sure? You’re not just saying that, are you?”

“I’m not. It’s fine. In fact, I expected that you’d already be on birth control. I don’t know why, because we never talked about it, but I did. Listen, we’ll decide together when the time is right, okay?”

She nodded just as the waiter deposited the check on the table with a smile. Kenny added a tip, signed with his room number, stood up and pulled Emma’s chair back from the table. She took his arm and they chatted quietly as they walked to the elevators.

They were the only ones in the elevator. Emma double-checked, looking around to make sure, then reached out and grabbed his crotch and squeezed.

“Damn! You little slut. Careful, I could get used to that, make you do it to me in unexpected places, like restaurants.”

“Maybe I’ll learn to like it, being a dirty girl in public. Careful what you wish for.”

By the time they reached their room, she was rubbing hips against him. He thought she might be just a bit unsteady on her feet.

She kicked off her shoes just inside the door. “The food really helped. I feel much better.” She reached behind her and pulled the zipper down on her dress and shrugged it off onto the floor. “My mother always used to yell at me if I left my clothes on the floor. Take that, Ma!” She giggled again.

He had gotten his shoes off by the time she was down to her underwear. When he was in his shorts and unbuttoning his shirt, she was naked, her hands on her hips, waiting for him. He felt like he wasn’t meeting standards.

He pushed his shorts down and she looked at him. “Kenny, what can we do with that? Haven’t you had enough time?”

“Emma, how long has it been since we finished the last one? And how many times have we done it today? It might take me a while, okay?”

She shook her head and walked over to him. “I dunno. Maybe I was expecting too much. Hold on.” She suddenly reached out, put a hand on his chest and pushed. He was so startled that he put up no defense, and fell backwards onto the bed, his legs dangling onto the floor.

“This worked last time. Let me try again,” she said. She dropped to her knees and moved forward until she was between his legs. She examined his dick, only partially tumescent, and perhaps without realizing it muttered “Tsk, tsk.”

She leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tip and ran her tongue over the head. She took hold of the base with two fingers. Kenny could feel her mouth, a very pleasant sensation, but it probably wouldn’t get him hard for awhile. He tried to remember how many orgasms he’d had since they arrived, but kept getting distracted.

Above him, she was trying a different method. His shaft was still a little floppy, so she opened her mouth wide and tried to get as much inside as she could. The dick was not really cooperating and kept sagging against the inside of her cheek.

She tried again. This time, she wrapped her lips around the dick, just below its head, and used her lips to walk down the shaft until she had most of it in her mouth. It was, of course, not as long as it was when engorged, but this was a process.

With the soft shaft in her mouth, she sucked in her cheeks and moved her head side to side. She added the tongue and slipped three fingers under his balls. Kenny wondered where she had learned that. The porn films again? He’d have to ask. But later.

She was determined, he gave her that. She pulled off him slowly, until it slipped out with a wet pop. Emma wrapped a hand around the dick and stroked it, though it was still soft. “How’s that feel, baby?”

“Everything you do to me feels wonderful. I wish I could get hard again more quickly, but that feels great.”

In fact, he thought, it did look like it was a little stiffer. Maybe he should look into that Viagra stuff, maybe that would help if she was going to keep up this kind of schedule.

Emma had again wrapped her lips around his dick, bobbing up and down, occasionally stopping to stroke it with her hand. It was slow going, but he could feel it getting harder.

Maybe he needed something different, perhaps some visual stimulation. “My turn, baby,” he told her. “You lay down here, right where I am.”

She looked up, surprised. She could see that it wasn’t yet fully erect, but she stood up, then found her place lying on the bed, legs hanging over the edge.

He pushed her thighs apart and leaned in. “Damn, I really love your pussy, Emma. It’s beautiful.” He spread her labia apart with his thumbs and started low, right at the entrance to her twat, and licked upwards, tongue moving side to side. When he reached her clit, she let out a long “Ooohhh.”

He changed direction and licked down until he reached the pussy opening and pushed his tongue in, as much as it was possible to do that. “Oh, yesss, Kenny, really nice.” He kept that up for another thirty seconds until his tongue started to feel tired.