Perfection Ch. 03

Emily was stuck, to say the least.

As she snuggled into Tristan's warm chest, she found herself drifting into a sea of her own thoughts. This was a new experience, being held so closely to someone. Yet, she thought with a sad smile, they had only met a day before. She thought back to the question she had asked Tristan the other day. Were they moving too quickly? Off the top of her head, she couldn't possibly think of anyone who had slept with someone they had met just a few hours prior. But...

Tristan shifted in his sleep, but Emily was content to notice his arm never split from around her shoulders. She placed her ear against his chest as it rose rhythmically with each breath. She glanced over at the clock. It was Tuesday, but the two didn't have school. Everyday after the first day of school, the rest of the week was off for the junior and the seniors, just to allow the rest of the school to get used to their schedules. She sighed.

Tristan opened his eyes slowly. He had been awake for a while now, just dozing. He heard Emily sighed, and rolled onto his side, so they were facing each other. Emily smiled as Tristan reached and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Hey," she said.

"Morning," Tristan yawned. He leaned in and gave Emily a quick kiss on the nose. "How are you?"

Emily blushed and giggled in an attempt to hide her happiness. "I'm good," she replied. A shiver of pleasure ran through her spine as Tristan trailed his fingers across her neck. She nearly groaned out loud when Tristan moved and rolled off the bed. "Can I use your shower?" Emily's eyes widened in surprise. She was expecting him to simply leave. Not that she wanted him to, of course. She nodded.

Tristan grinned and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. A few minutes later, his voice called out. "Do you have anything that doesn't smell like girls' perfume?" Emily laughed. "No, just use them. It's not like anyone's going to notice." She could almost hear the scowl in his voice when he responded. "Fine."

Emily slowly began drifting off, until Tristan came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He had no shirt, and Emily found herself being drawn into his toned chest. She bit her lip as her eyes trailed lower down... Emily shook herself. Snap out of it, she mentally berated herself. She reluctantly tore her gaze away.

Finally, she managed to find her voice. "What do you want to do today?" she asked.

Tristan turned, drying his hair with a smaller towel. He shrugged. "Whatever you want."

"We could go to the beach," Emily suggested. Tristan nodded agreement. "I'll have to drive back home and grab my stuff."

Emily glanced at the clock. Still only eight in the morning. "It's a bit early now, though, don't you think?"

Tristan checked the time. "Yeah. Plus, I have someone to meet with."

Emily felt disappointed, but quickly shook off the feeling. She wasn't anything special to him, obviously. It was like that for most of the guys she had been with. But she frowned as she saw Tristan walking back over to the bed. "I thought you had someone to see?"

Tristan nodded. "You." He climbed back onto the bed, and pulled a stunned Emily into his arms. He smiled at her surprised reaction and kissed the top of her head. He toyed with the back of her neck, and she had to close her eyes to keep herself from letting out a moan. Tristan leaned down and began to lightly kiss her neck. Emily gasped at the contact. Tristan continued to litter kisses across her sensitive skin, and this time, Emily couldn't help but whimper. Tristan's kisses began to trail further downwards, just above her breasts. She gasped quietly.

"Tristan," she croaked. "We shouldn't be doing this." Tristan ceased, and immediately the sensations of pleasure disappeared.

"Couldn't help it," he admitted. "But I won't do anything you don't want me to."

Emily nodded. But she couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed Tristan hadn't continued. When she glanced over at Tristan, she could sense he felt the same. She wanted him desperately, Emily realized. She was just scared he wouldn't feel the same way, or that she would just be some random hookup.

"Do you want to go to the beach now?" Tristan asked. Emily nodded. She got up from the bed, reluctant to leave Tristan's protective arms. She glanced over. Tristan was getting dressed, pulling on the same clothes he had worn the day before. "I'll be right back, I have to drive back home to grab my things." Emily nodded and blushed as Tristan gave her a light kiss. He left the room, and Emily heard the front door shut.

Emily disappeared into the closet to change into her swimwear. She had decided on a two piece, tight enough not to seem insecure, but not to a point where she looked like a slut. She examined herself in the large mirror in the corner of her room. She had always been somewhat short, but her discreet curves made up for her 5'4 figure. She glanced at her side. She wasn't a fan of her chest or rear, despite what people said. Her ass wasn't fat, by any means, but fleshy enough. Her b-cup breasts were perky, with no signs of sagging. Sighing, she pulled on a shirt and a pair of leggings over her bikini. She heard the doorbell ring, and rushed downstairs to open the door.

"Tristan?" She asked. "You're back already?" He was wearing his swim trunks, with a white shirt.

He nodded. "I live five minutes away from you. Why," He grinned. "Did you miss me?"

Emily blushed. Truthfully, she did. It had only been five minutes, but it seemed like she couldn't get enough of having Tristan around. "Ready to go?" He asked, turning.

Emily nodded and smiled. "Yeah."

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The beach was roughly an hour away, but because it was only 9:30 when they got there, it felt as if it had only been a few minutes of a drive. And since it was so early, there were only a few cars in the lot, and Tristan was able to park relatively quickly. He pushed out of the car, and grabbed a towel from the back seat. He reached for Emily's hand, who quickly went to hold him.

The sand wasn't hot, as the morning sun hadn't yet affected it. So the two took their time to walk across the beach. With only a few people scattered across the sand, Tristan tossed his towel onto a rock where it wouldn't blow away. Emily did the same, and brushed the hair out of her face.

"You're going swimming already?" Emily asked.

Tristan nodded. "Might as well before more people start coming."

Emily shrugged. He was right, of course. She stripped out of her leggings, tossing her shirt onto the towel, placing a small rock on top. She heard some sort of squawk from behind her, and she turned. But Tristan had already looked away. As she walked towards the water, she examined Tristan out of the corner of her eye. He glanced over at her several times while he was taking off his shirt, but she could tell he was trying to be inconspicuous. She grinned at the attention and waded into the water until she was about waist deep. She heard a splash from behind her and turned, only to get a faceful of seawater.

"Tristan!" Emily exclaimed, spluttering. She rubbed the water out of her eyes and splashed back, only to realize Tristan was on her right. She was splashed again. Laughing uncontrollably, Tristan pulled her close, until her back was pressed into his chest. She giggled as he kissed her head. She slipped out of his hands and splashed back, this time getting him entirely. Tristan grinned and practically tackled her, and the two went underwater, still laughing.

Tristan ran his hand through his hair. Emily watched as his biceps rippled with the movement. She squealed as Tristan pulled her close once more. With Tristan holding her, she sighed, watching as small waves splashed between them, and the sun glinted. They were about chest deep in the water now, far enough they felt as if they were alone. Tristan turned her so Emily was facing upwards into his dark eyes. She looked up, and Tristan cupped her wet head with both his hands before pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. She wrapped his arms around his neck and held onto him.

Tristan finally pulled away, and Emily released him reluctantly. They stared into each other's eyes, for for just a glimpse, Emily thought she saw something, but just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished. Tristan wrapped his arms around her and toyed with her back, slowly trailing his finger across her skin. Emily couldn't help but shiver, and she rested her head against Tristan's chest. He twirled his finger in her hair, kissing her gently. His fingers began to trail lower, and his fingertips brushed against her stomach

Emily's eyes widened as one of his fingers pushed past her waist-strap.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," Tristan whispered deeply into her ear.

She shook her head slightly. "No," she croaked.

Tristan smiled comfortingly and pushed deeper, and Emily gasped as one of his fingers trailed over her clit. He toyed with her for several seconds before moving even deeper. He reached and pulled her bikini down to her knees. Emily whined softly as Tristan slowly penetrated his finger into her pussy. He stopped. "You okay?"

Emily nodded, eyes shut.

Tristan slowly pushed deeper, and Emily closed her eyes. His finger hooked into her, and she let out a small moan. She managed to take his finger up to the knuckle, and slowly, he began to thrust. Emily whimpered as her pussy practically sucked onto his finger. He groaned quietly, and began to pick up the pace. He sped up until his hand was slapping against her thighs as he penetrated her. Her face contorted in pleasure, and she whimpered into Tristan's chest.

"I'm going to come, Tristan," she squealed.

"Squirt all over my fingers, Emily," Tristan growled. "Come as much as you want, baby."

And she did. Emily bursted, and her juices flew, mixing into the salty seawater. Her body was wracked by her massive orgasm, and her thighs shook. She nearly collapsed, if it weren't for the water and Tristan holding her. She took several heaving gasps. "Oh my God," she sighed. She gasped as she felt Tristan's fingers leave her. "That was the first time I ever... came that hard."

Tristan pulled his fingers out of the water. If they hadn't been half underwater, his finger would have been drenched in her juices, but the sea had washed him completely. He pulled Emily's shaking body towards him, her back against his chest. He kissed her forehead and the back of her neck several times. "You're amazing," he crooned softly. Emily sighed with happiness. She turned her head and Tristan kissed her softly. He reached underwater and pulled her bikini up her legs.

"Sorry about that."

Emily shook her head. "We both got carried away."

There was an awkward silence.

"Do you want to stay here?" Tristan asked.

"There's a restaurant chain nearby, if you want to go eat."

Tristan nodded. "I'd rather stay like this for now."

"Me too," Emily whispered.

Water splashed around their stomachs as waves broke and came crashing down. But unlike most days at the beach, the sun was out, hidden slightly beneath a few clouds, and a nice breeze was blowing. The water was warmer and calmer than usual, but all the better. The chirping of seagulls filled the air,

Tristan's lips brushed against her ear, and Emily shivered slightly. She allowed herself to be pulled closer into his warmth. "Want to go eat now?"

Emily nodded. "That'd be perfect."

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