something I don’t know about. While he usually can act like an asshole, he’s behaving more like a condescending dick now.
Emma helps me up and we walk over to the jeep. I usher her into the driver seat to steer while myself and Shawn push it. At least this way the engine won’t be echoing across the countryside again.
We manoeuvre it around to the back of the house and park it up alongside what’s left of Shawn’s shiny new pickup.
Jesus it’s been through the mill, whatever happened there.
Standing up I stretch out my back. I look over at Shawn. He smirks back and says, “It’s good to see ya buddy.”
That’s a bit more like norma l, but I can tell there’s something bothering him. His full concentration isn’t on me and he keeps making fleeting glances in Emma’s direction.
Di d something happen between them?
I don’t have time to dwell on it however , as Emma is out of the jeep, and taking me by the hand she drags me indoors.
The inside of the house is dim. All of the blinds are closed and curtains pulled tight. Shawn locks the door behind us making it even dimmer.
As I stand in the hallway I can make out various unfamiliar faces peering out at me from inside the next room. It looks like Shawn and Emma have picked up a few companions along the way.
Suddenly, a little kid pops out from amongst the others asking no one in particular, “Is it them?” but quickly halts and slinks back when he realises I’m not who he was hoping me to be.
“Hi”, I say, a little bemused.
The other faces don’t speak to me. Instead they whisper between themselves and frown. I guess I can’t blame them for being hesitant.
I glance over at Emma.
“Should I ask?”
“I wouldn’t. C’mon,” she insists practically pushing me up a flight of stairs.
I’m not sure what to think exactly, it seems kind of rude and unorthodox leaving everyone there like that, but I apparently have no say in the matter.
We go into a bedroom. It’s obviously Emma’s as there are dozens of pictures of her with friends from her teenage years.
She stands in close to me, just like when we first met in the alleyway, and bursts out crying. Burying her face into my chest she sobs uncontrollably. I don’t question it; instead I try to comfort her as best I can by holding her tightly.
My head is a maze of confusion try ing to figure out what could have worked her up so much, but I keep drawing a blank.
By now she’s so upset her body is literally lurching. I try to calm her by planting a delicate kiss on her forehead. This tactic works well. Too well in fact as the tears stop flowing long enough for her to put her hands either side of my face and pull me in for a long lingering kiss.
I’m really uncertain how to react. I don’t want to take advantage of her when she’s so upset, but if this is what she wants then who am I to stop her.
We continue kissing, all the time becoming more and more passionate. Tears quickly give way to looks of lust and without much effort my jeans are soon around my ankles and Emma’s are flung to the other side of the room. I skilfully unhook her bra one handed and pull it off from underneath her t-shirt.
Unlike our previous encounter there’s no heed for foreplay this time. Our bodies move closer and closer until I slide inside her without hesitation, despite the lack of protection. There’s nothing romantic about it. It’s simply physical desire and a want for comfort, a basic need for some human contact.
The act of raunchiness is over quickly. Emma having already had an orgasm lets me know it’s my turn. I don’t hold back and my body writhes in pleasure as I cum.
I’m feeling thoroughly satisfied but slightly lightheaded , so I pull my clothes back on and lie down on the bed.
I watch as Emma nonchalantly gets dressed before lying down next to me. She nestles up against me on her side and rests her arm across my chest.
“What’s going on around here?” I break the silence.
Emma
Emma helps me up and we walk over to the jeep. I usher her into the driver seat to steer while myself and Shawn push it. At least this way the engine won’t be echoing across the countryside again.
We manoeuvre it around to the back of the house and park it up alongside what’s left of Shawn’s shiny new pickup.
Jesus it’s been through the mill, whatever happened there.
Standing up I stretch out my back. I look over at Shawn. He smirks back and says, “It’s good to see ya buddy.”
That’s a bit more like norma l, but I can tell there’s something bothering him. His full concentration isn’t on me and he keeps making fleeting glances in Emma’s direction.
Di d something happen between them?
I don’t have time to dwell on it however , as Emma is out of the jeep, and taking me by the hand she drags me indoors.
The inside of the house is dim. All of the blinds are closed and curtains pulled tight. Shawn locks the door behind us making it even dimmer.
As I stand in the hallway I can make out various unfamiliar faces peering out at me from inside the next room. It looks like Shawn and Emma have picked up a few companions along the way.
Suddenly, a little kid pops out from amongst the others asking no one in particular, “Is it them?” but quickly halts and slinks back when he realises I’m not who he was hoping me to be.
“Hi”, I say, a little bemused.
The other faces don’t speak to me. Instead they whisper between themselves and frown. I guess I can’t blame them for being hesitant.
I glance over at Emma.
“Should I ask?”
“I wouldn’t. C’mon,” she insists practically pushing me up a flight of stairs.
I’m not sure what to think exactly, it seems kind of rude and unorthodox leaving everyone there like that, but I apparently have no say in the matter.
We go into a bedroom. It’s obviously Emma’s as there are dozens of pictures of her with friends from her teenage years.
She stands in close to me, just like when we first met in the alleyway, and bursts out crying. Burying her face into my chest she sobs uncontrollably. I don’t question it; instead I try to comfort her as best I can by holding her tightly.
My head is a maze of confusion try ing to figure out what could have worked her up so much, but I keep drawing a blank.
By now she’s so upset her body is literally lurching. I try to calm her by planting a delicate kiss on her forehead. This tactic works well. Too well in fact as the tears stop flowing long enough for her to put her hands either side of my face and pull me in for a long lingering kiss.
I’m really uncertain how to react. I don’t want to take advantage of her when she’s so upset, but if this is what she wants then who am I to stop her.
We continue kissing, all the time becoming more and more passionate. Tears quickly give way to looks of lust and without much effort my jeans are soon around my ankles and Emma’s are flung to the other side of the room. I skilfully unhook her bra one handed and pull it off from underneath her t-shirt.
Unlike our previous encounter there’s no heed for foreplay this time. Our bodies move closer and closer until I slide inside her without hesitation, despite the lack of protection. There’s nothing romantic about it. It’s simply physical desire and a want for comfort, a basic need for some human contact.
The act of raunchiness is over quickly. Emma having already had an orgasm lets me know it’s my turn. I don’t hold back and my body writhes in pleasure as I cum.
I’m feeling thoroughly satisfied but slightly lightheaded , so I pull my clothes back on and lie down on the bed.
I watch as Emma nonchalantly gets dressed before lying down next to me. She nestles up against me on her side and rests her arm across my chest.
“What’s going on around here?” I break the silence.
Emma
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