The Escalation of Emily

"No, I'm really tired. I really enjoyed our time, but I'm going to hit the bed early. Good night Dan." With that, Emily headed up the stairs. I wistfully watched her sweet ass sway in her yoga pants as she headed up the stairs. I so wanted to follow her, to see if maybe there was something to this growing sexual tension between us. It seemed obvious to me that Emily had worn what she wore on purpose, and was at the very least teasing me.

But, the way she had said her last statement, it was clear to me that I was not to follow. So, I hung on and started watching television. I would let her make the move if there was something to what had just transpired.

An hour later, I realized there wasn't. Terrie had arrived home, and Emily was nowhere to be seen. I told Terrie that Emily had gone to bed about an hour ago, and I was headed to my bed now. As I went upstairs, I decided to try Emily's door, just to look in and see what she was up to. However, when I tried to turn the knob, the door was locked. Well, that answered any question about whether I was supposed to follow earlier.

The next few days were uneventful. I ran into Emily a few times around the house, at breakfast and dinner, and in the early evening once when we watched some television together. Each time our interaction was just like before. Emily was always talkative, and willing to talk about anything. Her personality was infectious, with a smile that lit up the room and was often on her face. Really, there didn't seem to be any hint of a change in how she interacted with me. I began to rethink my take from last Friday night that she was obviously teasing me, because there just didn't seem to be any hint of that in her interactions.

The following Wednesday evening I was the first one home. Terrie and Dave had their normal Wednesday night activities and wouldn't be home until late. Emily was nowhere to be seen – I assumed she was out with friends or working a little late. I decided to veg for the evening and watch a movie or two, so after making a quick sandwich, I headed down to the basement where the big screen TV was located. I scanned through the available DVDs – there were a number of comedies, and a few suspense movies, but the vast majority of movies were chick flicks. I guess Melissa and Emily had been the primary DVD collectors. I picked out one of the suspense movies, not quite in the mood for a comedy, and kicked back on the sectional couch.

About an hour later I heard the garage door open. A brief moment later, in walked Emily. She gave me a huge smile as she stopped and asked what I was up to.

"Oh, just watching a movie. Got back early and decided to veg for a bit. How are you doing?"

"Great!" She answered. "Work went really well today. My boss even called me into his office to tell me how well he thought I was doing this summer. I think I have a real shot at a full time job after I graduate."

I congratulated her on the great news, and we shot the breeze for a few more minutes. After the events of the last couple weeks, I imagined that I might be awkward around Emily. I couldn't help thinking of her in sexual way after our two "incidents", but as soon as we started to talk that always seemed to fly right out the window.

We conversed as easy as ever. And to think, just last week I had imagined that maybe Emily was tormenting me on purpose. I laughed at myself now. The way we talked so easily and she so excitedly shared her good news, it seemed pretty clear that she just thought of me as one of the family – like a big brother.

After about five more minutes, I paused the movie. I hadn't been watching since we started talking. "Oh, I am so sorry." Emily said. "I interrupted you and you were planning to just veg tonight. Let me get going."

"No, no, not at all," I answered. "I just haven't seen this movie so don't want to miss too much. I am enjoying talking to you, and really am excited about your news. You really don't need to leave."

"No, I really should let you be," answered Emily.

"I need to grab something to eat, and then was planning to work out tonight. Will I annoy you if I work out down here in about half an hour?"

"You really don't need to go," I answered. "I feel like I'm chasing you off, and I was really enjoying our chat."

"No, really, I should eat."

I resigned myself to ending our conversation short, and told Emily that it would be no problem at all if she wanted to work out downstairs. I told her that I would probably keep watching the movie, but it's not like she would be in the way or anything. At that, she headed upstairs, and after flipping back a few scenes on the DVD I resumed my watching.

Now, you may recall that both the entertainment room and the workout /rec room are in the basement. They are laid out so that they were generally parallel to one another. It is really like one large room, cut in half. The room is about 30 or 35 feet long but only 15 feet wide, so the family had divided it into two functional areas. In one half, there is a large sectional sofa and a recliner, facing a large screen television. In the other half of the room is a workout mat and a bar (maybe a ballet bar?), and a weight station, all facing a full length mirror that runs on the same wall as the television. So, someone sitting on the couch watching television really has an easy view of the mirror if they are inclined to look.

After about a half hour, Emily came bouncing downstairs. And, you can reiterate bouncing. She was wearing a white sports bra, which left her sexy flat stomach and lower back bare, and didn't really do much to compress her sizable breasts. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was wearing some of the smallest green running shorts you could imagine, I would guess maybe four inches long on the sides. They weren't the spandex shorts that most girls seem to wear; instead they seemed to be those classic running shorts that hardly anyone but old men wears these days. No socks or shoes, so her slender legs were completely bare from her upper thigh down to her feet.

There's no way she didn't catch me checking her

out, but she didn't bat an eye or say anything. Instead, after about five seconds, she just gave me a big smile, and asked, "are you sure I won't bother you if I workout while you're watching the movie? I will listen to my music in headphones so I really should interrupt anything."

"Of course I don't mind. Please, this is your house, not mine. I'm just a very grateful guest. You won't bother me at all." I didn't say what I was really thinking, that there's just about nothing I'd rather see than her working out in that outfit.

She thanked me, and then walked into the rec room. I tried not to be too obvious watching her as she walked away, but my eyes were definitely drawn to her sexy back. I don't know what it is, but I have always found a woman's back sexy, especially the shoulder blades and the curve down into the small of the back. Hers was completely bare from the waste up except for an inch of fabric of her sports bra, which I found pretty exhilarating.

I have to admit that I didn't catch much of the last twenty minutes of my movie. I couldn't turn it off and just drool, so I had to somewhat surreptitiously watch Emily, but I will confess that I saw more of her than the movie. For her part, it seemed that Emily was trying to give me a show. She started by doing what I assume was yoga. Her stretches always seemed to accentuate her body. One time she was standing and she stretched her arms high in the air and then reached back, jutting out those huge breasts. Of course, this being yoga she held that pose for what seemed like ages. Next, facing the mirror, she stretched down and grabbed the backs of her ankles. This stretch accentuated her beautiful round ass in just the right places. It also gave me a nice look at her cleavage in the mirror.

After about twenty minutes of various stretches I was hard as a rock watching her, and watching less and less of the movie. Every once in a while Emily's eyes caught me in the mirror and I would turn away quickly. I didn't want to be too obvious, but I was pretty sure she didn't care that I was watching. In fact, I was coming back to my previous opinion that maybe she was tormenting me with some mild exhibitionism.

I was lost in thought when suddenly Emily's voice jarred me back to the land of the living. "Hey, you a big fan of the credits or what?" she said laughing. I looked up and realized that the credits had been rolling for who knows long, and I was basically drooling staring into the mirror.

"Oh, yeah, right. Ha! I was just lost in thought" I said as I turned off the movie and started to get up.

"You're not going upstairs, are you?" Emily asked, with what seemed like a pout to her voice.

It's funny, I wasn't nearly as smooth or conversant now, having basically been checking out this hot female for the last twenty or twenty-five minutes. After a second, I responded "yeah, I thought I might grab something to eat, and I thought I'd give you the run of the basement."

Her smile turned to a frown as I turned to walk up the stairs. After a couple steps, Emily blurted out, "Wait. There are a couple stretches I could really use some help with. Do you think you could help me out?"

Well, there was no way I was going to turn down the chance to hang around longer and check this hot little thing out from a closer vantage point. I quickly agreed, and walked (who am I kidding, I basically ran) over to her.

Emily stood straight up and put her arms to her side. She asked me to get behind her and help her roll her body forward, stretching out as far down as possible while she reached her arms backward. This seemed to be stretching her back and her stomach. It was so sexy to be touching the small of her back and pushing forward, though I did have to "stretch" (pun intended) myself to keep from moving in so close to her that she might feel how much I was "enjoying" her stretching.

Next, she told me she was going to do a backbend. She again stood up straight, and then asked me to hold my hand in the small of her back while she bent backwards. I was standing right over her as she bent backwards, my hand on her sexy back, looking down at her sexy stomach and the underside of her breasts and the top of her shorts.

After holding this for a bit, she stood back up ever so slowly. She then sat down on the floor with her legs in front of her. Again, she asked me to push gently on her back, helping her reach further forward than she otherwise could. She asked me to put my legs to each side of her and sit behind her so that I would have the best position for helping her. I immediately sat, though far enough behind her that I wouldn't accidentally brush her with the front of my pants, which were distinctly tenting.

As I pushed her forward I focused on the small of her smooth back and her shoulder blades. For a minute I contemplated going into personal training. It would be quite the life to get to see sights like this every day.

After a couple minutes of that, she asked me to stand back up. She laid with her back flat on the ground and seemed to be pondering something for a second. Finally, she spoke up. "I need to stretch the backs of my thighs. Will you stand up over me, and help me stretch my legs up and back as far as I can? We'll do one at a time."

My heart leapt. I was stepping up in the sexiness department, able to touch and check out the full length of these sexy legs. And, with her shorts as short as they were, I was really going to get the full leg treatment. I agreed as nonchalantly as possible, and stepped down to her feet.

She slowly lifted her right leg in the air to allow me to get a better hold on it. I slowly moved forward, pushing against her calf and pushing her leg higher into the air until it was generally perpendicular to her torso. I was trying to be careful not to push too hard and make her pull a muscle, but she looked up at me and told me to push further. As I got her to about a 55 degree angle from her stomach to her thigh, I felt pretty strong resistance. She told me hold it there and count to twenty.

Up to this point, I had been concentrating on being gentle as I stretched her leg. Now, however, with nothing to concentrate on, my eyes drifted over her body as I looked down at her and counted to twenty. Emily's eyes were closed, so I didn't need to be self-conscious about what I was doing. I checked out her heaving chest, which seemed to be breathing faster than would be expected from a little stretching. My eyes then drifted down to her knee, her thigh and her shorts. It was there that my eyes almost bulged out of my head as I almost lost count on my way to 20. Her loose, short running shorts gapped at the thighs, and allowed me to look all the way up her legs. However, I didn't see any panties. Instead, it appeared that I could see a small blonde tuft of hair and what appeared to be the soft outer skin of what had to be her pussy. It was a slight red color, but it was hard to see too much because of the way the shorts fell between her legs.

I got to twenty and slowly let her leg down. I could barely compose my thoughts. I had to have been mistaken. Sure, I had gotten the vibe a few times that Emily was playing with me and that some of her "accidental" exposures maybe weren't so accidental, but this could be nothing but purposeful.

She slowly lifted her other leg, and I again began to stretch it up in the air. Her eyes were again closed, so this time my total attention was on her thigh and her shorts. I pushed her leg slightly out as I lifted it up, to try to push her shorts out of the way a little bit, which worked pretty well. As I got her leg perpendicular to her torso, I stopped pushing. She looked up at me with a questioning look, and I quickly told her that it seemed like there was more tension on this leg so I didn't want to push too far. She nodded acceptingly and closed her eyes. I then pushed her leg even wider so that there would be a bigger gap on the inside of her shorts.

There it was, clear as day. I started to count down from 20, much more slowly than the last stretch, as I stared down at the glistening pink pussy lips of this sexy blonde twenty year old. Her pussy was ever so slightly gaping up at me because of the way I had moved her leg, and there was a small patch of blonde curly pubic hair on her mound. I wanted to dive down right then and there and grab a taste, but decided that I needed to let this play out. It was now obvious that Emily was showing off her sexy body to me, and was escalating, but I couldn't assume that meant that I had free reign to enjoy her body. I decided that I would enjoy whatever I could get and "take care" of myself later on the memory of this sexy little minx if that was the game.

As I got to twenty, her eyes popped open and I let her leg down slowly. I was hoping for another stretch or maybe something to get a little closer but instead, she immediately popped up from the ground. "Thank you so much for your help. Those stretches felt SOOOOOO good! Well, I'm going to go clean up now for bed. I'll see you in a bit."

And with that, the little tease was gone. She bounded up the stairs in just a few steps, and headed for her room. I stood in shock, surprised by the quick movement before I could even contemplate making much of a move. After a few minutes, I headed upstairs to my room. I heard the shower running, so I checked the door on the bathroom, just to see if she had left it unlocked and might want me to come join her. I wasn't sure if I would ever have the courage to pull off something like that, even if she did leave it unlocked, but there was no such luck anyway. It appeared that I had gotten all the show I was going to get for the evening.

The next morning was interesting. I headed downstairs after a quick shower. Emily was already up, eating some cereal at the kitchen table with her Mom. She was wearing sweats and a hooded sweatshirt – normal college apparel as far as I was concerned. When I came downstairs she didn't even look up from her cereal. She just stared into the bowl and ate quickly. Her face seemed a slightly redder shade than normal, and sadly, that sexy body was well covered by her choice of clothes.

I grabbed a bowl of apple jacks and sat down at the table. It fit six normally, so there was a chair in between each of us. Terrie immediately started with the small talk, asking about work and talking about the weather. Emily was unusually quiet during the conversation. There was no mention of the praise from her boss yesterday, so I assumed she hadn't given her mom this bit of news yet. The conversation with Terrie was pleasant enough, but there was a slight tension to the room.

After a few minutes, Emily stood up, deposited her dirty bowl in the dishwasher and headed upstairs. Once she was out of ear shot, Terrie quietly told me that Emily had told her she had a bad headache. I hadn't really asked, but I guess my face gave away the fact that I considered something to be wrong. I was glad Terrie had that story from Emily already, so she didn't question me about the silence. At least there was that. No hard to answer questions would come from today's awkward interaction. Still, I was fairly disappointed in the whole situation. I quite enjoyed Emily's exhibitionist tendencies to my benefit, and was very disappointed that it seemed she felt she had crossed a line last night when she gave me a short glorious glimpse between her sexy legs. Honestly, I had hoped for much, much more to come.

That evening I came home late. Emily still wasn't home by the time I went to bed, and she was still in bed when I left for work the next day. That wasn't entirely unusual, but I couldn't help but think she was avoiding me.

Friday night rolled around, and I hadn't seen Emily since the uncomfortable breakfast the day before. I headed out for drinks with some fellow interns after work, so didn't get back until about 9:00 that night. When I rolled into the driveway, I could see that everyone – Emily, Dave, and Terrie – had beaten me to the house. I walked in through the garage, and was met by the sight of all three of them in the entertainment room watching an old Julia Roberts movie. All three looked up at me and said hello. I even got the normal smile (at least normal before Wednesday's stretching "experience") from Emily as she asked how my day had gone. Terrie scooted over so that I would have room to join them all on the sectional if I wanted, making a place at the end of the sectional next to her. I sat down for a couple minutes and caught up on the day. Everything seemed to be back to normal. I guess Emily had either decided she was okay with what had happened, or that she would have to fake it in front of her parents. Either way, I was happy to see things relatively back to normal. I enjoyed my free room for the summer and the company I was keeping, and didn't want anything to ruin that.

After a few minutes I excused myself to go upstairs and watch television on my own. To be honest, I would have stayed had I thought there might be a chance of another show, but I highly doubted that with Dave and Terrie sitting right there between Emily and me. I didn't hear anyone come upstairs the rest of the night, and ended up turning in a little early, tired from a fairly long week at work.

I woke up on Saturday morning to a soft knock on the door. My eyes opened slowly as I heard Emily's soft voice asking from the cracked doorway, "Can I come in? I need to grab some of Melissa's old clothes from her dresser."

Obviously, I was not going to say no to the chance to be alone in a room with the object of all my recent fantasies. However, before I answered I remembered that as was my norm, I was sleeping in the nude. And, as often is the case in the morning, I was hard as a rock. Sure I enjoyed Emily being an exhibitionist, but I wasn't sure I was ready to do the same. "Hold on a minute" I called back as I adjusted the covers to ensure nothing was showing or obviously "tented". "Alright, you can come in." I called out.