A Confession For Emma Ch. 02

It was time for the details, and I really had no idea how to pursue things to glean them from her. I just said the first thing that came into my mind. 'So you kissed him. Where?'

She couldn't look at me, breathing hard as she looked at the floor. Eventually the reply came. 'In the cab.'

Visions of her with her mouth wrapped around his flooded my mind and my cock lurched in my boxers. I was suddenly glad of the combination of the darkness of the room and Emma's lack of attention. 'Anything else happen in the cab?' I know what I'd have done in Chris' shoes, but I needed to get an idea of how far over the edge she's been pushed by this point.

A brief nod issued from her as she clutched her hair in her hands. 'I... showed him.'

'Showed him what?'

'My knickers,' she informed me. Matter of fact, voice flat.

I was stunned. Insanely aroused, but stunned. I was almost incredulous that Chris had managed to bring that side out of her, but I stopped, remembering that I'd played a large part, effectively delivering her into his waiting clutches. How to reply to that piece of news? A long moment passed, and I swallowed my pride and went for it. 'Show me.'

That got her attention, a frown painting her pretty face. 'What? Show you what?'

'Show me... how you showed him. In the cab. I want to see.'

'It's... not the same.'

Of course it wasn't the same. The excitement coursing through her at that moment must have been off the scale. 'I know, I know, but I'm curious.'

That word, 'curious', appeared to put her at ease. As though this was about to take the same track as the night we played the fantasy out. Maybe it would, but I was doing this on the fly with little or no plan. 'Well... I didn't just show him.'

'You didn't?'

'Of course not. We were talking, teasing... you know.'

'Yeah. Of course. The heat of the moment. I know it's not the same, but I'd still like to see.'

I could sense the cogs spinning in her mind. Why would I ask to see something like that? 'What's going on here?' she whispered to me.

I had no words for her, but she deserved to continue on a firm emotional footing, as much as it was possible. I stepped into the light, the truth of my erect manhood plain to see. I could never recreate the excitement and anticipation she would have felt with Chris at that moment, but the tension in the room was ratcheted up several notches at that point. For her part, she stared at me for a long moment, and appeared to reach a resolution of her own as she spun her body slightly towards me, and - not for the first time tonight, I wryly noted - let her thighs fall open.

The light was too dim for me to discern the colour of her knickers, but they were pale. She hadn't let her legs drift open too far, but the dress didn't require it. I could see a generous triangle of material between her shapely thighs. Her chest heaved as she leaned back, supporting herself with her hands on the bed. An unexpected final round of arousal for her it seemed. Or perhaps it hadn't really dipped all night.

I wanted to pounce on her by this point, even though a side of this tale crushed me. The truth was plain; they'd had sex. It would have been easy for me to simply crumble there and then, spewing forth my innermost thoughts. However, I chose the path of torture, and proceeding to set about learning the full, grisly truth in minor increments.

I took a deep breath. 'I'm guessing he didn't need much more of an invitation after that,' I nodded, in the general direction of her exposed crotch. 'What did he do?'

She looked away, suddenly coy once again. I waited for her to be ready to tell me, and she eventually muttered her response. 'He took a picture.'

'A picture? Of you like that?' I replied, stating the obvious, but I was too surprised to do much of anything else.

Turning to me, she gave a slightly apologetic shrug. 'He said he'd been trying to get me in that position for ages, and he wanted a picture in case it never happened again. I... I wasn't really in the mood to say no by then.'

I understood. Of course I understood. She would have been on fire by that point. Putty in his hands. Still, it galled that he had a picture of Emma to call upon whenever he saw fit. Perhaps because he had one more naughty picture of her than I did. Well, I didn't know the full story; there may have been more than one. 'What happened next?'

She giggled, surprising me, then she reached up to the front of her dress. With a glance up at me, perhaps for approval, perhaps for encouragement, she peeled one side of the front of her dress down, revealing a naked breast, complete with a nipple puffy in arousal.

My reaction was that of the jealous boyfriend, poking its head through the surface. 'Where's your bra?'

'I... lost it,' she replied, hesitant and with an upward inflection.

'Just tell me.'

'Chris made me give it to the cab driver.'

'What? Why?'

'He thought it would be funny to see if I could get a free fare out of him.'

The smile on her face told me that she was relaxing into this now, as she relived parts of her evening. I didn't think it was particularly funny, but I wasn't about to dampen things. 'And did you?'

She nodded, a glimmer of pride in her eyes. 'Well, he managed to get a picture out of us in addition to my bra, but yeah, we got a free ride.'

Great. Two people with a picture of her. 'What the hell had gotten into you?'

She gave me a look as if to say I was crazy, but she clearly bit back the obvious retort of 'Chris.' She swept her hair behind her ear and considered her reply. 'Erm, well, by that point I was kind of worked up. I mean, we'd been touching and kissing in the back on the way home.'

'Touching each other.'

She swallowed and looked at me, giving a small nod. I couldn't tell if it was nerves or excitement I saw in her face, but I thought I knew what was coming. 'As in... you touched his...'

Another nod, but she was quick to qualify things. 'Don't be mad. I meant what I said that night when I told you I like yours!'

'But...'

She didn't reply, instead she brought her hand up to her mouth, balling it into a fist, and bit it cutely as she tried to stifle a giggle, her legs squirming, maybe involuntarily. Well, that certainly answered my question. But this was at the heart of my whole damned fantasy in the first place. 'It's okay. Go on. Say it.'

'It's really big,' she blurted out like an excited school girl.

I wasn't sure how I felt about it now the reality had dawned upon me. Sure, we'd played around with the notion in our little fantasy, but realistically, the chances of it actually materialising were slim. Just my luck that he would turn out to be hung like a horse. She fidgeted, her phone in her hand. 'Do you... want to see?'

I hadn't considered that she'd have a picture of his dick. How trashy. But I felt compelled to look, my curiosity once again getting the better of me. She flipped the phone in her hand, and I saw the thing in all its glory. I couldn't estimate the size of it exactly, but it was thick, and it was long. Upon closer inspection, I could see it was slick with, yes, with Emma's fluids. I didn't say anything about it. What could I possibly say about it? Compliment him from afar on having a nice cock?

Here it was, the point where things really escalated. 'I'm guessing once you were inside, it wasn't long before you got to play with it again.'

She looked sideways with a fond smile, remembering it vividly no doubt. 'I guess you could say that.'

I sat on the bed next to her, hopelessly aroused, jealous and envious. 'I don't want a blow by blow account of what you and he did, but I do want to talk about it with you. I know you had sex with him. I guess, to coin a phrase, what does he have that I don't? Aside from the obvious, that is.'

She blew out her cheeks, glancing at me and looking away again. My guess was that she was torn between really going into some of the gory details and potentially hurting me. 'I don't know. Nothing, really. It just... it was new, it was exciting, there was all this tension and anticipation. All that teasing and flirting, it all came to a head and it just felt wonderful to let it happen for once.'

'So, what was it like? The actual sex.' I couldn't start to process what she'd just told me. On the surface it seemed perfectly logical and reasonable. In fact, it sounded like it might have happened regardless of our played-out fantasy, and that I'd perhaps only succeeded in accelerating events.

That smile crept on to her face again, though she was trying to suppress it. 'Are you sure you're into this? I don't want to...'

'Upset me? I think we're beyond that, don't you?'

She nodded, still not sure where to start. So I kissed her, hard on the lips, sucking the bottom lip, my tongue darting into her mouth. I could taste the faint musk on her, looking into her surprised face as I pulled back. 'Well I know you gave him a blowjob at least.' I made sure to follow up with a laugh, trying to keep things as lighthearted as I could, but it was time to be serious for a second. I pushed my forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. 'Look, Em. This has happened, I can't control it. I don't completely know how I'll feel tomorrow when reality sets in, but right now I know I'm into it on a purely sexual level, and I want to make the most of that. You must know from last time that I've been thinking about something like this for a while.'

I eased her down onto her back on the bed, whispering to her. 'It's just you and me now, okay?' As she nodded, I moved down her body and pushed her legs wide. This close I could see the lacy pale blue thong, her lips red and swollen oozing around the sides of the crotch.

I looked up at her and kissed the inside of her knee. She gasped, eyes going wide, and I felt her hold in the breath. This was how I always began before going down on her. 'Now you know the truth,' I whispered as I let my kisses edge up the inside of a now trembling thigh. She reeked of sex. Of sweat and cum. I flicked my tongue against the material of the thong, and she half-pushed my head away. 'Don't.'

'Why? Did you not make him use a condom?' I forced a hint of tease into my voice, flicking my tongue out again, catching the outside of a puffy lip.

'You know I didn't... Oh shit, I can't believe you're doing this.' I could virtually feel her reluctance ebbing away. One final curiosity to fulfill before the night was over. The hand pushing my head away balled into a fist, fingers grabbing at my hair, her back arched as she felt my breath on her most intimate and recently occupied parts.

I kissed the soggy crotch of her thong, and she crumbled, moaning and pulling my head into her. 'Take it off,' she groaned. 'See what he did to me.'

There it was, she was finally playing her part, unashamedly admitting that she was just as into this as I was. I needed no second invitation as I hooked my fingers greedily into the waistband of the thong. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to slowness as I peeled it down.

It wasn't what I expected. Almost immediately, the front of the thong stuck to her mound. Looking inside, I could see sticky trails of cum bridging the gap between thong and skin. I looked up at her and she bit her lip. Too cute. 'What?'

'He said you might...'

'Might what?'

'Want to do this.'

I grunted a laugh. Anticipated by that bastard at every turn. 'And?'

'And so before I left, he came in the front of my knickers. Said something about leaving you one last present.'

I yanked the damned thing down, and off. Beneath her sticky mound, her pussy still slowly leaked semen. It looked so very different to what I was used to. Her lips, usually pushed tight together, were open, her folds on display. It looked sore, if I was being honest.

I moved closer once again and I inhaled. I'd tasted my own cum a couple of times, but this would be on another level. 'And what did you think when he did that?' My mouth was half and inch from her mound.

'I didn't believe him.'

'And now?'

'It's hot.' It was very matter of fact, but perhaps she was feeling the same nerves I was.

I held my breath, and I did it. I kissed her cum-covered mound, inhaling sharply as my tongue came out and I licked slowly up once side, the salty sour taste filling my mouth. A sudden thought came over me. If he ever found out I'd done this... But no, he'd already assumed I might. I looked up at Emma, her eyes wide, as if disbelieving what she was witnessing.

'How many times did he fuck you?' I asked, deliberately coarse.

'Four,' she purred back, eyes searching mine to see how I'd take it.

I made myself hold her gaze. 'And how many times did you cum?'

Her smile widened as she returned her answer. 'Nine.'

'How about a perfect ten?' I moved a few inches lower, and flicked my tongue out, into her seemingly gaping pussy.

I felt her flinch as she guided my head. 'Gently, you dirty boy,' she whispered, settling back into the bed to allow me to finish the job.

Following her direction, I went about the task at hand. My cock was desperate to burst from its confines, but this wasn't about me. I felt my face becoming clammy with Chris' cum and Emma's own fluids as I licked and sucked her clitoris as delicately as I could. She flinched and moaned in equal parts, still sensitive, yet eager to enjoy my ministrations.

In truth, this part was killing me. I was desperate to attack her used pussy. To devour her, but Chris had seen to it that she had almost nothing left in the tank. Nine orgasms! That was ridiculous; I'd coaxed two out of her once, but barely. 'Me a dirty boy?' I growled up at her between licks. 'Looks, smells and tastes like you've been the dirty one tonight.'

A long, throaty moan erupted from her. She was close. 'I think you like me being dirty.'

'You have no idea.' I redoubled my efforts, though it was excruciating to remain so gentle. I felt her tip over the edge, her pussy throbbing beneath me and her thighs clamping my head together as they always did when I brought her off with my tongue. The effect of all that clamping and squeezing was that I got a mouthful of Chris' cum as it slid from her.

As her orgasm subsided, I slid back up her body and kissed her once again. She half laughed half moaned into my mouth when she realised it was full of cum.

After we swallowed or spilled it all, I rolled off her, looking into her sleepy eyes. There was no remorse, and no characteristic shyness there now. Something had been awakened in her, and I just had to ask. 'Do you think you'll be a dirty girl again?'

Her eyes were closed now as she replied, slurred and groggy. 'We'll see on Monday.'

'Wear a short skirt,' I replied, seeing her smile as I kissed her on her forehead.

I stood, looking down at her sleeping form, her dress up around her waist, her pussy still glistening and leaking, and I reached into my boxers at last.