Michael or Mac Ep. 02

I lay back facing her on the bed, trying to digest what she was trying to say. "So, are you asking to call me your boyfriend? If so, I must admit I am rather disappointed."

Emma suddenly looks worried. "Why?"

"Well, there's not a single boob thrust out or any ass was shaking."

Emma shakes her head, trying to suppress a laugh. She seems to get a little more confidence from my joke. Also, I hadn't laughed or done anything that would indicate that I would say no. "Yes, I am asking if we can be boyfriend, girlfriend. But only if you want to." She lays back, turning towards me, and rests her head on her hand to give her elevation. Her eyes have a longing look to them.

We had got very close and have been acting like we were going out. My usual reaction would be my heart speeding up and panic to set in, but something is different. The idea isn't as scary in reality. I have built things up in my mind and worried about them. Now that Emma was lying next to me and has asked the question, it seems apparent. "Em......Ummm........how would this work? How would this change how we are together?"

She didn't speak for a moment. She knows that the following sentence she says can make or break what she wants. She doesn't realize that I have already made up my mind, and I am now just defining the boundaries. "To start with nothing, we have already stepped over the line of how friends should act. So there will be a change in the label; the word boy or girl will appear at the beginning of friend. Also, I can turn around to anyone who asks me out and tell them with confidence that I'm with someone."

"Yes, I get that, but how about personally?"

"You mean intimately between us?"

"Yes, I suppose."

"Well, initially nothing much, we will continue to develop our relationship. I'm not going to push you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I understand your fears. Mom and I have had more than one conversation about us." Emma takes a deep breath, "Mac, I have never wanted anyone else. I have waited patiently for you; I'm not going to want everything now suddenly." Then a smile spreads across her face, "Just your promise to be exclusively mine." Her eyes are on me. I have my poker face on and am giving nothing away.

I am looking into her eyes; I can see the sincerity and love she is expressing. But, I can also see her fear that I will say no. The light outside is starting to fade. "Em.....For the past five years, I have kept my distance from you but have watched how you have grown into the most beautiful woman I know. Sarah Harper, in her wisdom, chose this moment to push us back together. If she had asked me, I would have told her I wasn't ready, but now I am here; it isn't as scary as my mind had tricked me into thinking. You have woken many things within me that I didn't know I was missing or that I had." God, now I am rambling on. I can see Emma trying to work out if this is good or not. I take a deep breath. "Em...Emma, I would be honored to be your boyfriend. I think we have already begun that relationship, and I'm more than happy to call you my girlfriend. "With those final words, Emma gasps, and her eyes start to tear up.

A smile spreads across her face as the tears roll down her cheeks. I open my arms to invite her in for a cuddle. This time there is no hesitation as she scoots across into a hug that she returns with equal strength. I can feel the tension in her body dissolve and the reality of what has happened sink in. The hug changes to a more intimate and relaxed one. The sort that people in a relationship would do. She buries her face into my neck and relaxes, enjoying the feeling she has waited five years to feel. After a while, she turns her head a little so she can whisper in my ear.

"Mac, I know I am asking a lot, but can we kiss? Just to seal the deal, so to speak." With that, she lifts her head to look into my eyes. There is just enough light in the room for me to make out the smile on her face and a glint in her eyes.

I didn't say a word; instead, I lightly touched the back of her head and gently pulled our lips together. The first touch was light, and the moment her lips touched mine, she pulled back just a fraction. Then she came back, again tentative at first, but as her confidence rises, so does the intensity of the kiss. My whole body starts to prickle with goosebumps. I am getting lost in the moment. I touch her bottom lip with my tongue, and she lifts off a fraction again. Finally, she decides to continue and returns. This time her mouth opens, and she sucks my tongue in a little; she is so gentle and starts playing with the intruder with the tip of her tongue. She moves away to catch her breath. I reach my left arm out and turn on my bedside light.

My eyes focus back on Emma, and I bring my hand up to push a strand of hair behind her ear. Emma shifts her body weight, so she's above me, causing me to lie flat on my back. She follows me down but stays about two inches above me. Her eyes are scanning me again, just like she did that Saturday morning in her kitchen. That day it felt strange to be looked at like that, but a good strange. Today the feeling is like; this is how she is supposed to be looking at me.

My attention gets distracted by her breasts pushing against my chest. This sensation takes me by surprise in more ways than one. I feel my body waking up in other ways, and being new to these feelings causes a little discomfort.

Emma sees this, "are you okay, Mac?"

I have no clue how to answer that question without embarrassing myself, but I need to have the ability to express how I feel. My body is trembling at the thought of being so open. These feelings are all-new; I want to understand and talk openly to Emma about how I feel. "Em....." Shit, this is harder than you think. "Em, all this is so new to me."

"I know, baby, it's all-new for me."

"No, I'm not just talking about what feelings I am having for you." But, shit, how do I put this? "I'm talking about what my body is doing for the first time in my life."

Emma pauses for a moment; she doesn't quite get what I am telling her. Then, as the realization floods her mind, I can see that she gets what I mean in her eyes. "You mean your bodily responses to us kissing?"

"Mmmmm, yeah. I suppose, but also the sensation of certain parts of your body pressing against me."

Emma pushes herself up a little, "you mean these?" She says, looking down at her chest. Emma is wearing the same t-shirt she had on the week before. Once again, she has no bra, but her t-shirt is tight enough to keep her covered.

Now the embarrassment hits, but I am determined not to stop. "Yes, your......What do you call them?"

"Ohh, umm. Mac, meet 'The Girls', but you can also use Boobs, Boobies, Breasts, The Twins, Puppies, then there are Tits, but I think that's a little gross." Emma gives them a shake, and I can't take my eyes off the undulating mounds of flesh. She laughs at my expression of amazement and lowers herself back down. "Mac, so what are you telling me that is new?"

"Since we have been.....well, I suppose it was when we started to hug. Since then, my body seems to have woken up from a deep sleep. The sexual part of me has been asleep, and you have woken it up, and I'm finding it difficult to understand what things mean."

"But you understand what bits do what and where other bits fit, right?"

"Oh yeah, I know the theory. It's just a lot different than anything I read online."

Emma snuggles back into me and thinks for a moment. "I haven't any experiences in any of this, baby; I'm just going on basic instinct, and judging by that last kiss, it's the same for you." Our lips touch for a moment, then she adds, "we will learn together. Is that okay, baby?" I smile and nod. Emma lets out a little giggle, "do you realize you are the first person outside, mom and dad, that I've not worn a bra in front of."

We go back to kissing; Emma still has just her top half on me, which suits me. I have never felt such a reaction; my cock is feeling so hard. I feel it throbbing with my heartbeat. I think I will have to relieve myself in the shower again later.

Emma's phone ringing breaks our focus. Emma had to look around a moment to get her bearing and then climbed off to find her phone. My body instantly missed the feeling of her body pressed against mine. The softness of her breast and the warmth of her upper body still lingers as she searches for her phone.

Emma's voice disrupts my thoughts. "Hi Mum, are you home yet?" I stretched over to switch the bedside light off and sit on the side of the bed, looking at Emma, who is now sitting on the couch's arm. "I'm over with Mac and Pap's." She pauses while she listens to her mother. "Yes, I'm sure Mac will walk me home in a bit." She looks at me when she says this, and I nod. "Okay, mum, I will be home soon." She pauses again and rolls her eyes. "Yes, mum, I know it's school tomorrow. I have finished all my homework, and my bag is ready for school..........But, mum, I am 18 now, and with someone, you know." Again she rolls her eyes at me. "Mum, I will get Mac to bring me home soon, and we can talk when I get home.......I will see you when I get in. Is that okay, Mom?....... Yeah, see you soon."

She cuts the call and takes a deep breath looking at me. "Sorry, Mac, we both hate being at home on our own, and she needs me home soon. Is that okay?"

"Of course it is. I remember you when we always had movie nights when your parents went out. Anyway, Paps is going up to the Ranch next week. If you want, it will give us some quality time together. It might be an idea to tell your mum in advance." Emma smiles at the memory of the Ranch. "Have you got your stuff together?"

"Yes, I think so." She checks her bag and has a quick look into the bathroom. "Are you thinking that if we are open with what we are doing, Mom will be more trusting?"

"Yeah, something like that. I always found with Paps that if I show I am responsible, then I get left alone." So I get up and go to my wardrobe to get a pair of trainers out.

Emma is stood by the door, waiting. "That's okay for you, but we're talking about a woman that would let two ten-year-olds innocently sleep together."

I slip my trainers on and grab my hoodie. "You are most probably right, but I don't want to start with your Mom not trusting us."

As we get to the bottom of the stairs, I call Pap's telling him I'm taking Emma home. I get a grunt and an okay back. We leave through the gate at the side of the garage and walk down the street hand in hand.

It seems different tonight walking to Emma's house. There is a difference; everything seems to be less effort. The way we talk, laugh is so natural, and as we reach the corner of her street, I put my arm around her. We seem to slot together like two jigsaw puzzle pieces. Just like the last Sunday night, the walk to Emma's home ends far too quickly.

As we reach the bottom of her front porch steps, I feel a sense of loss. I walk her up the steps to her front door. She turns and gives me a kiss goodnight. It isn't our usual peck, and we click straight back into the kiss we had back in my room. We break off, both feeling a little out of breath.

She looks at me, "Thanks for everything, Mac. Being with you is more than I ever imagined." Emma leans forward for one last good night kiss.

"Uhhemmm," Kim coughs from the front door with her arms folded.

We instantly break our kiss, and both turn to see the half stern, half-amused look on Kim's face. Emma and I look back at each other and laugh.

*******

Monday morning, I get to the class a little later than usual. I had arrived at school earlier but went to the main office to copy the security camera footage from Friday evening. Being the one who set it up, it wasn't unusual for me to update soft wear or tweak something, so the office staff thought nothing of seeing me at the computer terminal. Once done I hurry to my first lesson, as usual, I arrive before everyone else, and Sarah is already there waiting for me.

She moves towards me as soon as I walk through the door, "Mac, what happened Friday after school?" I explained what happened after I left her class and told her when she showed concern about any trouble I might get in. So naturally, she is apprehensive when she hears Josh White's name, but I reassure her that everything will be fine.

She also congratulated me on becoming Emma's boyfriend, "about time you two got it together." Susan says, with that same look she had on the first day back.

People started to file into the class, so I turned and headed to my usual seat at the back. As I sit down, I detect a difference in the way people look at me as they enter the room. There seems to be a lot more looking my way and pointing. I was hoping that it would take a little longer to get around.

The class goes silent as first Donna, then Emma, and finally, Mia walks in. Today all three girls look my way. Gone had the human side of Donna, replaced with a scowl. That girl still scares me. I wonder if she would react the same way if she knew I am Mac.

Fortunately, that was the extent of it for the first three lessons. It did help that my second and third lessons were just me on my own. I was expecting to be summoned to the principal's office, but nothing.

I was hoping to avoid the cafeteria, but it's raining outside. I would have avoided the looks and gone out if it had been dry. Instead, it goes quiet as I walk to my usual seat. I was running a little late after my swim. The one day, I need to be early, and I lose track of time. I pause and take a deep breath feeling every eye in the room on me. I take my lunch out and begin to eat.

A murmur builds as people get on with what they are doing. I relax, thinking the worst was over. But, as I look round, I notice the football team still hasn't come in. I figure they have been kept behind because the coach is explaining that the star quarterback has damaged his hand punching a wall.

The door flies open, and a group of very angry-looking seniors walks in. All eyes are on me, and I swear under my breath.

I hear Emma call out a warning and see Donna and Mia stopping her from getting involved. The last thing I want is for Emma to get hurt again.

The group stops at the end of my table, "Are you the Michael that broke Josh's hand?"

I didn't reply. A number of the team start to get a little wound up. "Are you deaf as well as stupid?" One of the linebackers shouted. It wasn't the right time, but that made me smile.

"What you fucking smirking at, asshole." Donna's boyfriend, Ralph Lewis, shouts.

Again I stayed quiet. Ralph grabs a chair and throws it to the side in an Alpha male beating on his chest way. Still, I remain silent, but I am biting my tongue.

"What the hell is going on here?" The coach has just walked in and sees the commotion.

"It's okay, Coach, we will sort it." Principal interrupts any answers as he approaches, with Sheriff Deacon White and Deputy Sheriff Ralph Lewis. The crowd at the end of the table separates, and they walk up the center towards me.

"Is this the Michael we need to talk to?" The Sheriff asks the Principle. He, in turn, nods. "Son, would you mind coming with us to answer some questions?" I pack the remainder of my lunch back into my bag and stand.

I hear Emma call, "Michael?" I glance over at her. The room was quiet; you could hear a pin drop. I smile and put my figure to my lip. Then, as I drop my hand, I shake my head to tell her not now, as I move towards the waiting officers.

"I'm not going to have any trouble from you, son, am I?"

"No, Sir," I reply in a quiet voice just loud enough for the Sheriff to hear. The three men give me room, and I lead them out and down the corridor. It seems that half the school is following, and the other half is lining the route.

We finally get to the Sheriff's four by four, and he opens the back door for me to get in. As I sit, I look around. So much for keeping a low profile this year, I think to myself. But, the Sheriff doesn't waste any time; he starts the motor and starts to drive away. As we pass the gawking faces, I catch a glimpse of Emma's tear-stained face. I smile at her and nod as I am driven away.

To be continued...

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