Chapter 15

Emily showed up a couple of hours after I got home from the club. She looked frightened, or worried, or something worse. I was showered, fed and feeling sleepy when the doorbell rang and when I saw her waiting on the other side it was like all the tiredness fled from me. Her hair was beautifully tied back with a blue bow, and her dress seemed to demand that I take it off, but I hesitated to be sure she wasn’t in distress.

“Please...” she sighed against my chest, putting her arms around me. “Please take me upstairs and make me feel like you did the last time.” Her words tumbled out as she hugged me like I might accidentally disappear before I performed for her. When she felt Mr. Johnson respond, she smiled, took my hand and we walked to the master bedroom.

Four hours later she dropped her bomb.

“We’re moving.”

We had just collapsed into a puddle of combined juices from four hours of non-stop, all-out, sex and that was when she chose to burst my balloon.

“Nick and I need to move to Phoenix to help look after his parents. They are very needy and he’s already there. I’m leaving soon and we’re selling the house. Nick wants to live in his parent’s place even after they pass. He hired a company to sell the house for us and handle all the details. Nick is ecstatic but worried about me. He saw how being with you improved things for me and wants you to know that he will fly me back here anytime I need to be with you, as long as you approve.

“Would it be OK for me to comeback from time to time and spend the night with you?” She seemed truly frightened of being rejected. Rejection was something I knew quite a bit about, and wouldn’t inflict on someone so perfectly, perfect.

My lips took a quick tour of her tummy and ended up tangled in between her perfect nether lips. Emily squealed as an unexpected bolt of pleasure shot through her. My body responded to her arousal and we were soon locked together, making perfectly, perfect love.

“Of course I want you to come back and be with me,” I said, still out of breath. “I couldn’t imagine life without being with you from time to time.” Every word was true. She would be missed because her scent, like her smile called to me. I wanted to father Emily’s children, even as I knew it was impossible. Her body was a temple I wanted to revisit as often as possible, without regret, guilt, or shame.

I just wanted her.

And Emily apparently wanted me.

As she dressed to leave me, she turned and hugged me fiercely. “Tell me to stay and I will never leave,” she said with conviction. “Order me to stay and I will.” Even as she uttered those words she and I both knew she had to go and that staying would tear us apart. As much as I wanted to wake up beside her every morning, just like Cassandra and Andrea, fate deemed that impossible, and if she stayed the people who wanted Jim dead might hurt her trying to kill me.

My lips nuzzled her hair as she wept. “I know you want to stay. You know I want you to stay but we both know you can’t, so don’t torture yourself. Just kiss me like my lover and keep me in your heart until we can be together the next time, and the time after that.” Emily cried, hugged me very tightly and ran out of the house and my life.

As she walked away I wondered if I would ever hear from her again.

To forget about losing Emily I threw myself into the workouts. My body was healing and strengthening. As I grew and gained some weight, I began to look older and more grown up. It seemed like I was just a bit sexier to my friends, too. Della would give me a sexy smile each time we met at the club, and try to torment me as we sat with Shelly and Mellissa over lunch at Sam’s.

Samantha loved to sneak up behind me and gently run her hands over my head and chest. There was something about touching me that turned her - and me - on. I decided the second time she touched me with such affection that we had to find time to be together.

I told her so, right in front of Melissa, Shelly and Della. “Miss Samantha you are the sexiest, most alluring and downright hot woman I have ever met. Will you PLEASE come home with me and let me have my way with you?”

Shelly gasped and then giggled. Melissa sighed like she wished the invitation had been extended to her, and Della snorted, knowing exactly what Samantha was getting into. Sam straightened up, tugged on the waistband of her blouse to give herself time to think, and then kissed me like she was already in bed underneath me.

Kissing turns me on. But kissing Samantha turned me into an animal. Not passing up a chance to rock her world, I took her face in my hands and gave her my best. It was the kind of kiss that makes the other women in the room all wet between their legs, and it had to have had that effect of them, because Shelly panted and squeezed her hand against her breasts, while Melissa blushed bright red and covered her mouth with one hand while shoving the other out of sight, below the table top. Della smiled like the cat that caught the canary. She’d been there and done that, so it made sense that she would react that way.

When I finally let Samantha come up for air, she panted like a long distance runner. Both nipples popped out inside her bra and her face was the color of a fire truck. She tried mightily to pull herself together but was failing miserably, so I kissed her again just as passionately. Finally getting control of herself, she slid her hand down to capture Mr. Johnson, groaning into my mouth when she found him standing tall and ready. I flexed real hard and she nearly jumped out of her clothes when she felt him jump inside her grasp.

There was no mistaking that my invitation was real and so was my arousal. Sam felt it and knew I felt her rapid heartbeat, sweaty cheeks and hard nipples. It was just a matter of time, now. She was mine and all five of us knew it. Finally remembering where she was, Sam squeezed Mr. Johnson one more time, hard, and stepped back, turned away and went back to work, but we both knew it was the beginning of something good, not the end of a little flirtation.

My three lunch companions wanted to talk about how completely I overwhelmed their old friend. “She looked like she was about to burst!” Shelly said.

“Ooohhhh, I want some of that!” Melissa said, and then gasped, slapping her hand over her treacherous mouth.

Della smiled at her friends and decided to confess. “Carl and I spent a wonderful afternoon at my house a few weeks ago and he turned on every switch in my body.” In the shocked silence, she continued. “He is a fabulous lover and knows how to make love like a pro. I must have come twenty times.” She smiled but it was equal parts sneaky and nasty. Della had a mean streak when it came to her friends. I wondered if they realized that, yet. Shelly blushed even darker and Melissa just stared at me like she was seeing a ghost. Somehow I suspected that we would be following up on that look of shock and awe someday soon.

Lunch was ... interesting. Shelly giggled and blushed every time we made eye contact. Melissa looked at me like I was the next thing on the menu, or something even more intriguing. Della and I had lunch.

As we said our goodbyes Della left quickly claiming an errand she just remembered. Shelly giggled and squirmed but finally said her goodbyes and left. Melissa walked with me to our cars acting like she had all the time in the world. She was telling me something about her hairdresser when she opened her car door and the contents of her purse fell out of the car onto the ground beneath her feet.

Melissa bent all the way forward to retrieve her belongings, giving me a long look down her blouse. Her breasts were small, like a young teens and her bra was so loose that I could look down inside it and see everything including her nipples, but not well. She caught me looking and did nothing to cover up, so I knew it was fine with her and enjoyed the view.

She wiggled just a bit as I peeked at her nipples and they responded growing and darkening before my eyes. Melissa stared straight into my eyes as I let my face reflect my interest and she visibly shuddered, threw her belongings into her purse and straightened up. Unless I missed my guess, she really enjoyed exposing herself to me, which was something to think about.

I took her actions as my cue to disengage and go on my way but she stopped me. “Carl ... I ... I don’t really know how to say this, but ... you see ... I ... like ... I like to ... SHOW myself to you. When I saw you looking down my shirt I got the biggest thrill.

“I’m in a relationship, Carl ... but he doesn’t ... he ... doesn’t turn me on like you did just by looking at me ... I don’t want to have an affair behind his back. I don’t ... but I have ... you see ... for a long time I’ve known I like to be ... be ... you know ... seen by other men...” She was struggling to find words to ask me for more but not everything.

“Could we ... go ... somewhere ... safe ... somewhere safe, where I could ... do ... this???”

I decided to let her off the hook. “Let’s go get a hotel room and see where this goes and what you want to do about it, OK? There was a new Four Points relatively nearby and Melissa followed me there. I got a nice king room for the night and we let ourselves in. Melissa was very excited and extremely nervous when I closed the door behind her. We stood looking at one another until I broke the silence.

“Tell me how you imagined this would go. Don’t be afraid. Whatever you want is all that is going to happen. There is no way I’ll get too horny and force you to do anything.” My words had the desired affect and Melissa seemed to calm down.

She was almost tall, about five foot seven. Her frame was thin and lithe, with small hips and a tiny bottom. Melissa hair was blond but not blond. It was that in between color that approximated blond, I guess you could say. She was waiting for me even as I waited on her.

Finally she said, “When you looked down my blouse I got so ... hot. It was like you could see all of ... everything and I suddenly wanted you to look ... you know ... at everything.” She squirmed as she said that.

This was taking forever and I wanted to give it a bit of a jump start. “Melissa, when you fantasize about being exposed, what are you really imagining?”

“Well ... ooooh ... this is embarrassing but I imagine coming home from a date and my father is mad about how late it is and he barges into my bedroom while I’m changing demanding to know where I’ve been and what I’d been doing.

“It happened when I was fifteen. I’d been out on a date and got home like two hours after I was supposed to. My father was livid and I had just taken my shirt and jeans off when he walked in and demanded an explanation. My mother had divorced him and we hadn’t seen her for a couple of years, so my father was frightened I would turn out like her and kept a pretty tight leash on me.