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Copyright© 2008 by Ella Robbins
Chapter 4
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Could one picture really mean the end? For Emma Graham, you never know...
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Romantic Heterosexual
Last scene: Sixteen seniors from high schools around NYC piling into a black stretch limo, compliments of the owner of new club Oscar's daughter, Crystal Hensley. A few hours later ... Emma Graham and Amanda Peters pouring out of the limo in a whirl of tie jackets, long, glamorous hair, and purses. Each kissing their boyfriends, before hurrying into Emma's building, promptly waking the late shift doorman.
Check PS, they had nicknamed the society/social page that constantly featured pictures of people in their crowd doing illegal things, and then attending benefits, etc. with their parents like the good Upper East Side Princesses they were.
Do we look good? Emma looked up from the computer where a. She and Nicky were discussing the high points of the night and b. She and Luke were discussing the high points of their hook up ... okay joke. Where she and Luke were discussing their plans for their night alone at his house ... he was cooking her dinner.
Do we ever not?
In response to her look, Amanda grabbed the magazine, and flipped it open. See for yourself...
Above said caption was a picture of the four of them, each couple kissing outside the limo, while Crystal was wildly poking her head out of the limo's sunroof, a bottle of something that was most likely illegal in her hand.
Emma grabbed it out of her hand, and thoroughly examined herself. Her body was toned, the tan from vacation was beginning to wear off, but she still looked good. She liked how her hair hung all beautifully fanned out on her jacket, and how Luke's hand looked intwined in it, supporting the back of her head as they kissed. Their eyes both closed, she liked how her cheeks were pink because of the temperature drop, and how his were equally pink. Their hips were touching, and his other hand was around her waist.
We look good in the Post, she typed.
He typed a winking face, Good.
Cuteness/adorableness factor: he was an eleven.
Emma ... she heard her little brother shout.
What?!
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