A Confession For Emma

She looked down at her legs, mumbling. 'He just said... something like... you know... that it was tight, and the sort of dress I'd have to wear a thong with.'

I let loose something of a derisive snort. Chris had clearly upped his game in the nine months or so since Emma had stopped talking about him. 'And how did you reply to this textbook case of sexual harassment in the workplace?' I responded, perhaps too sharply.

She waved a hand at me, dismissing my concern. 'Oh... it's just Chris. You know what he's like.'

I gave her a wry look. 'Oh I know what Chris is like.'

An exasperated sigh whooshed from her. 'See? This is what I mean! Forget I mentioned it, okay?'

It took all of my inner strength to put aside the stubbornness welling up inside me, to go on the attack. And so I gave her leg a reassuring squeeze. 'I'm sorry. I brought this up. And I want to know, what did you say back to him?'

I was expecting her to clam up, for it to be conversation over, but instead I got a pouty little shrug. 'Just told him to stop goofing around, that it was none of his business.'

At once, I felt guilty. Guilty for underestimating her. I was expecting this to be a confession. That she'd done something wrong, when instead, she was merely trying to contribute to the conversation. I nodded slowly, the realisation of what she was getting at dawning on me. 'I see. So, when you asked me about someone seeing on purpose... Is that it? You sometimes fantasise about responding differently to Chris?'

She still wouldn't look up at me for long. Clearly this had become somewhat more real for her with Chris in the mix. 'Don't hate me, it's just a fantasy.' A worried grimace appeared on her face. I needed to make her comfortable again as soon as possible.

'Em, it's fine. Really. Just a fantasy. I trust you, and I get it. Chris is the only idiot brave or stupid enough to actually say something like that to you because he knows you well enough.'

'I... hadn't thought about it like that, but you're probably right.'

'So, what sort of thing would you like to send back to him? In your fantasy?'

'Are you sure you want to go there?' She asked, clearly sceptical.

I put on a nonchalant shrug. 'Sure, what have I got to lose?' Well, plenty actually, but I was too engrossed in this to care much at that particular moment.

'Well... I couldn't give up the game right away, so I'd have to make him squirm a bit. Tease him about staring at my bum.'

'Of course.' A part of me wondered if this hadn't already occurred, but I went with her story. 'And then?'

'You know... some back and forth, but eventually I'd tell him what I had on under the skirt. With him asking for details. You know, what colour, what type, what material?'

'Any more to it?'

She shook her head. 'No, I just like the idea of giving him something to think about.' Well, she wasn't going to admit to the full thing just yet, was she? I knew though, with some digging, there was further things to uncover.

'Okay. Hypothetical situation here. Let's say there was a work party of some description, and you'd been having your fun with Chris, telling him all about your knickers for a couple of weeks. What if he suggested something for you to wear to this party? Is that hot, at all?' I tried to keep it conversational, but I'd just heaped a whole load of fantasy on to her.

Her response was to sit on the fence, which wasn't a surprise. 'It depends on what it was.'

It was time to push her now, as far as I was concerned. 'What about... a dress. Tight enough to show off the bum he so clearly loves. Low cut enough to give a hint of what you keep covered up in the office, and short enough so that he doesn't need to write an email to work out what you have on underneath.'

A small frown appeared on her face. 'I'm not sure I'd be happy to dress like a whore.'

I rolled my eyes at her. 'Not a whore. Just a nice, classy cocktail dress. Like your summer dresses, but a bit dressier than that.'

After considering for a few moments, she smirked at me. 'Could be interesting.'

'Even if he was throwing knowing smiles at you all evening? Trying to look up your dress?'

'It doesn't mean he'd succeed.'

'No, but you know turning up in what he suggested would only encourage him.'

'I guess it would. But I know how to deal with Chris.'

'Even in the face of a new level of persistence? After a few glasses of wine?'

She narrowed her eyes on me, but I could see there was a playful glimmer in there. 'What is this? Some sort of test, or trap?'

I merely returned a smile at her. 'Not at all.'

'Then what is it?'

'Honestly? I was just thinking out loud. Creating some sort of hypothetical situation that you might enjoy, at least on a fantasy level.'

She nodded, slowly. 'I see. And you came up with the guy you hate getting me to wear a hot dress to a party on his suggestion.'

I forced a shrug, attempting some level of nonchalance. 'Well we were talking about him. I was just going with the flow.'

She eyed me askance. 'But... isn't that the exact sort of situation that, if it were to happen... isn't that one of your worst nightmares?'

I wondered where she was taking this. If it was a genuine question, or indeed if it was some gentle prodding towards an admission on my behalf. 'Yeah, but I know it's hypothetical. So, you know, I can deal with it.'

'If you say so. So what happens net in this hypothetical situation of yours?'

'Oh, so it's mine now, is it?' I responded with a laugh. 'Well, are we assuming that his persistence might have an effect on you?'

'It seems that things are heading that way, doesn't it?'

I took that as the green light to press ahead, that she was at least partly into this. 'Well, what do you think he'd be like?'

She shook her head. 'That's not how it works. You know just what he's like. You tell me.'

And here it was, as we arrived at the crux of what I'd been getting at all along. 'Well I imagine he'd be trying to look up that dress. You think that's a fair assessment?'

She nodded. 'Seeing as we're being truthful, yeah, I think that's fair.'

'And does that excite you? The prospect of him getting a glimpse of your undies?' I'd decided it was time to ask questions with binary answers. She still wasn't brave enough to elaborate too much on open ended questions.

'In theory, I think it might be fun.

I reached down and edged her thighs marginally apart, enough to see up between them, pale thighs framing a triangle of material. 'And if he got a flash of... red? Began to talk about it?' Red. Wow, she really dressed up for work today. I knew that thong well, having bought it for her birthday, and I felt her sharp intake of breath as I gently manhandled her.

'Well it might be interesting to see him try and fail?'

'Would he fail?'

A sharp look. 'Of course he would. I'm with you!'

Well that was plain enough as to where her thoughts lay. I'd have to play this carefully. I raised my hands in a placating manner. 'I know, I know. But remember, we're speaking hypothetically here. I've never doubted your commitment to me, but hey, none of us are immune to moments of weakness. And God knows Chris has been waiting for one of those for long enough. So, let's just suppose... pretend, that all this talk of knickers, him getting you to wear that dress... Let's just pretend that it made you curious as to where he might take it.'

I saw her consider, the metaphorical cogs turning in her mind. 'Curious. Well I can certainly admit to that,' she replied, and I instantly caught the double meaning.

'Right. Just curiosity. Let him say his piece, see what he has up his sleeve. That kind of thing. You're completely in control. So what if he saw your knickers. Not a big deal, really, is it?'

She laughed at me. 'You're such a dick head.' I could see the colour in her cheeks however, as I led her down the path, very close to the alignment of some of her innermost fantasies. Or at least, that was my guess.

I sought ways to escalate this, considering asking her if Chris had ever inquired after our sex life, but I thought that might be too much. She wouldn't be willing to put me down. So, I reached down, making small circles on her knee with my fingertip. 'What if started to touch you like this? He ever touch you before?'

The truth had already started to flow, and now it became a torrent. 'Yes, but just his arm around me, that sort of thing. Nothing too serious.'

'So he never touched your leg or anything.'

'No.'

'But he'd like to.'

'Yes.' And there it was. The admission that she knew Chris liked her. The first time she'd acknowledged it.

'So let's assume he had the nous to whisk you off to a quiet corner of the bar or whatever. What if he...' With that, I applied some pressure to the inside of her knee, and looking down, I saw her thighs once more begin to diverge, the skin parting like a soft ripple. I looked up to meet her eyes. 'What if he wanted to see a little more red?' I could see a generous amount of the material of the thong by now, almost down to the crotch.

I saw her smirk, and her input was simply glorious. 'I'm not convinced he's as smooth as that, but if he was, then you never know.' I wasn't sure how much was truth, and how much was embellished for my benefit, but what was left unspoken was deafening.

I edged my fingers up the inside of her leg. Was that a faint tremble? I'd never felt that from her. 'Well let's assume he plucked that little trick from somewhere.' I didn't want to disparage him at this point, even if she just had. 'How far up your leg would he get before you batted his hand away?'

'Why don't you find out?' She replied, clearly trying to keep a lid on her arousal by the point. I knew that look all too well. Had I opened a can of worms here? Perhaps, but I was enjoying it too much to really care. I began to inch my fingers upwards, dividing my gaze between the progress of my hand, and her face. As I edged higher, past the hem of her pencil skirt, pushing it up towards her hips, her legs perhaps involuntarily falling further open, her look became more sheepish.

I was mere inches from her sex, and so I slowed. I wanted affirmation from her. 'Stop?'

All I received in response was a small shake of her head as she bit her lip, unwilling to look at me. As fingertips brushed over the suspiciously warm material of the thong, a soft whisper emanated from her as her eyes closed. 'Oh... shit.'

I leaned closer to whisper in her ear. 'I know. Oh shit. Oh shit I'm about to let Chris finger me in the corner of a bar.' I saw her hesitate and I knew I had to pounce on it immediately. 'Ssshhh. Don't apologise. I can see and feel how much you want it, and that is the hottest thing I've ever seen.

There was no argument from her. How could there be? I couldn't immediately recall her being aroused to this level, even when we started seeing each other, during that wonderful exploration phase. This was the fundamental part of the fantasy for her, I supposed. There was no way I could ever replicate the excitement of her experiencing someone new, and in such a taboo manner. This was probably the next best thing, but it led me to wonder what just how turned on she'd be if Chris ever got his hands on her for real.

It was important to progress this, and I think we both knew where it was leading by this point. Still, Emma appeared to be enjoying the suspense as much as I was, so I gently pressed on the crotch of her knickers, smiling at her with just a hint of tease. 'Looks like Chris got you all riled up.'

I wasn't sure if she was blushing, or if it was just the pink flush of arousal that was taking over her chest and neck. Always a sure-fire sign she was into things. She let loose a wry laugh that I suspected was covering a sigh. 'Um... yeah.'

Looking down, I saw the swollen edges of her lips peering out from the sides of her knickers as I slowly massaged her through them. It was time to see if she was more forthcoming now I'd given her license to do so. 'So what happens next? Do you think Chris would like to get his mouth on this?'

She looked at me like I was stupid. 'Of course he would. But you know what I'm like.'

I knew just what she was like. For whatever reason, she'd always been very sensitive to oral sex. It got her off super quickly. It was nothing I did, but I could regularly bring her to climax in under a minute with my tongue if she needed a quick release. 'So you want it to last a bit longer, huh?'

'Yeah. I mean, he's bragged a couple of times when he's been drunk about how good he is with his tongue. But if I was in a bar like you said...'

'Go on.' I was desperate for her side of the story here, and so I left it open for her to elaborate.'

'Well, I think I'd just want to jump right into it, you know?'

'Maybe, but for the avoidance of doubt,' I responded with a small smile.

She could see what I was doing, but she was a willing participant in this by now. 'I mean that I wouldn't want to wait to get back to his place.'

'So where would you go?'

'Well, maybe around the back of the bar. A nearby park. The toilets in the bar.'

My penis was raging inside my trousers already, but at this suggestion, I thought it might burst. 'So pick one. I want to hear you say it. Say what you want to do.'

She took a deep breath. 'I want to fuck Chris in the toilets of a bar.' Silence, as the dust settled on that frank and unthinkable admission.

A long moment passed as we looked into each others' eyes, glazed with lust. 'Show me how,' I whispered.

She rose onto unsteady legs, looking down at me amid a haze of emotions. Guilt and betrayal warred with lust and perhaps a little trepidation and confusion. I shared much of the same, only with a distinct pang of jealousy added to the heady mix. Softly straddling me, her skirt pushing all the way up to her hips, she began to fumble with my trousers. 'You'd ride him, huh?'

'Well, he likes my boobs.'

'I think he likes all of you, Em.' I began to unbutton her blouse, until it hung completely open. Her boobs were pretty spectacular, I had to admit. In my opinion, the perfect C-cup, and framed here in a red bra that matched her thong. She'd finally solved the riddle of my belt and trousers, and I breathed a sigh of relief as my aching shaft was released from its cage.

I looked down as she wrapped dainty fingers around the length. 'Has Chris ever mentioned, you know, his cock?'

A shrug. Hmmm, maybe this was a sore point. 'Once or twice. But he's all talk.'

'What did he say?'

'Oh he was just talking to some of the guys and I happened to be there.'

'Yes, but what did he say.'

'He was talking about a girl he'd been with. He was just showing off. Said that he had to settle for a blowjob because he was too big for her.'

'And in your fantasy? Is he?'

'No. I don't know. I like yours.'

I needed to reassure her. 'Hey, it's fine. We've come this far, you're allowed to fill in the details.'

'Well, I don't know. I've never tried...'

'But you're curious?'

A small nod. 'Maybe a bit. But that doesn't mean I don't like yours!'

I was average in the trouser department. I always thought I knew how to use it. Or rather, I made good use of my hands and tongue to complement what my penis was doing. I took her finger, hovering it over the throbbing purple head of my manhood. 'Show me, how much bigger?'

I watched, my cock twitching as she created a three inch gap between her finger and my tip. I smiled up at her to reassure her it was okay. 'Thicker too I imagine?'

'Maybe just a little.'

I wondered how long this had been kicking around in her head. I was relatively comfortable that it wasn't a huge deal for her. More of a 'nice to have' if the opportunity arose. I reached down between her legs and moved her knickers to one side, her waxed lips and mound peeking into view. 'Go on then, put him in.'

She squeezed my cock tighter and lifted a little to guide me in. 'Hang on!' I cried, causing her to pause. Softening my look, arching an eyebrow I asked, 'Aren't you going to make him wear a condom?'

She'd obviously had no thought on the matter, so used to sex without a condom with me. But she saw the twinkle in my eye, and responded in kind. 'Well if I was drunk, and turned on...' With that, she settled onto my cock, and I slipped into her drenched sex with consummate ease, enjoying the way she groaned as I bottomed out in her.

I leaned forward, holding her still, kissing over the the top of one bra-clad globe, working up to her neck. 'Bigger than you're used to?' I whispered into her ear, adding a bite for good measure.

Looking to the ceiling she let out a moan that turned into a shout. 'Fuck... YES!' Well that was new.

I wanted to make this as real as possible for her. 'You can moan his name if you want.'

All decorum and hesitation were gone by now. It was as if she daren't move for fear of climaxing, but at the first faint movement in her hip, she practically growled down my ear. 'Oh, Chris. Shit!'

I nearly came on the spot, having to use every bit of willpower and concentration to hold onto myself. 'Bet you wish we did this earlier now.'

'Oh God, yes. If I'd known.'

We weren't looking at each other now, but the uncertainty over what was real and what was embellished was driving me crazy.

In truth, the sex was over before it began. Neither of us were able to control ourselves in the face of what we'd created; the most sordid of situations. I climaxed to the sound of the woman I loved rapidly moaning the name of my nemesis as she orgasmed on top of me in the most violent fashion I'd ever seen from her.

There was to be no post-coital bliss. The awkwardness began the moment the cloud of ecstasy subsided. Tentative glances tinged with regret, conveying the question: That was amazing, but was it really worth it? Have we unleashed something here? All in the brief meeting of eyes. An undeniable truth had been voiced and acted upon, in a manner of speaking. Emma wanted to fuck Chris.