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Chad
I was so relieved the case against me was dropped. Martin acted foolish in the courtroom. He mustn’t have expected me, not only to show up, but also to show up with an attorney. I was very glad I did. He never looked my way or made eye contact with me. What a coward.
He looked like he was afraid of his own shadow. He kept his head down, and his right knee bounced nervously up and down the entire time. The whole procedure was a total waste of time. I knew it, the attorney’s knew it, and the judge knew it. Hell, Martin knew it was a ridiculous lawsuit. Still, I was thankful all of the charges were dismissed so quickly.
I could understand his frustration over having such a spectacular woman break up with him, because, at this point in our relationship, I couldn’t imagine ever letting her go. I don’t think he was capable of appreciating who he was living with. Emily was full of so much passion and vitality, but he didn’t allow that part of her personality to exist. Hell, I’m now convinced she didn’t had a clue what a beautifully, sexual woman she was. In my opinion, he was a total narcissist. He lived on a such a strict schedule that he didn’t take the time to appreciate the woman standing by his side. His neglect had pushed her away. I was very thankful. His loss was definitely my gain.
My relationship with Emily progressed much more quickly than I’d ever imagined. It should have frightened me, but it didn’t. It felt so right. I was completely captivated by her. She was brilliant, interesting, and sexy as hell. Our physical attraction to one another was so intense that her sexual inexperience didn’t last very long. She was embracing her sexuality in the most beautiful way. She was becoming more confident each time we were together.
Every time we made love I felt like we were getting closer, emotionally and physically. Intellectually we were extremely compatible and focused on our studies, which made us capable of communicating on a whole different level. I’d never felt that connected with any woman in my entire life. Even though we hadn’t been dating for very long, I was convinced Emily was the one.
It was pretty crazy to be thinking that way already, but it was the path I could see in front of me. I couldn’t wait to introduce her to my folks. They’d always been very honest about how they had felt about my girlfriends in the past. Their opinions were very important to me.
First Emily would have to meet my sister. She was never one to hide her feelings about the people I dated either. Nora was flying in that weekend to check out a few schools in New York. I was a little nervous about her meeting Emily. Not that I wasn’t proud of my girlfriend—she was just different from anyone I had ever dated before. It was going to be interesting to see what my sister thought of her.
I was picking Nora up from the JFK airport at 7:00 p.m. on Thursday. My apartment was small, so I was going to give her my bed, and I was going to sleep on the couch. She had two interviews on Friday: one at Columbia and one at NYU. She was taking a red eye back to California Sunday around midnight.
As I was thinking about Nora, my phone rang.
“Hi, Emily, what a nice surprise. What’s up?”
“I was just thinking about your sister visiting and realized your apartment is pretty small for the two of you. Why don’t you guys stay here with me? There’s enough bedrooms for all of us to have our own. It would be a lot more comfortable.”
“That’s very generous of you to offer. But don’t you think it might be strange?”
“Why? She knows we’re dating. I live in an oversized four-bedroom penthouse. I think she’d like it here.”
“I know she’d love it there. Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. I wouldn’t have offered if I weren’t.”
“You know what’s weird? I was just thinking about our sleeping arrangements, and here you are calling me about it. I’ll ask her what she thinks and get back to you. If she likes the idea, will you let me sneak into your bedroom in the middle of the night for a quickie?”
“Is your sister a sound sleeper?”
“I’ll be quiet.”
“You haven’t been quiet so far, so I can’t say I believe you.”
“I’ll try really hard. I promise.”
“I’ll think about it. For now, see what she thinks, and let me know. I’d like to get the guest rooms clean if she’s going to stay.”
“Don’t put yourself out. You have enough to do.”
“No worries. Dad has a woman who cleans his apartments and offices…I’ll give her a call. It’s not a big deal.”
“Well…thank you again. I’ll give her a call now and let you know.”
“Sounds good. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye, babe.”
Emily was a very thoughtful woman. It was as if she were reading my mind. I had been thinking about how tiny my apartment was, and she’d offered a solution. I worried about what my sister would think. I guessed it was as good a time as any to give her a call.
“Hey, little sis, what’s going on?”
“Nothing. Just packing for the weekend. I’m really excited to see New York.”
“You’re going to love it. It’s such a different feel from the West Coast.”
“You still meeting me at the airport?”
“Sure am. Just wondered how you’d feel about staying at my girlfriend’s place.”
“Why? What’s wrong with yours?”
“It’s the size of a shoebox. Emily lives in a huge four-bedroom penthouse in this uber-rich neighborhood. I think you’d love it. It’d definitely be more comfortable.”
“Sure. I’m game.”
“Great. I’ll let Emily know. See you tomorrow.”
“See ya, Chad.”
That was a lot easier than I’d thought. Now I had to let Emily know that Nora agreed to stay at her place.
Emily sounded excited when I called her back. She said she was looking forward to finally meeting one of my family members. I felt bad that she was so adamant about having the apartment cleaned, but she insisted. The place was spotless, but there was nothing I could say to change her mind. She wanted everything to be perfect.
She offered to have dinner ready after I picked up my sister. I told her I didn’t want her to waste time cooking.
“Are you crazy, Chad?” she said with a laugh when I told her I didn’t want her to have to make anything. “I can’t cook! Did you forget that my favorite uncle owns one of the best Italian restaurants in this city?”
“I wasn’t sure what you meant. I just don’t want you to go to any trouble,” I told her honestly.
“Unless you’ve forgotten, when I was growing up I had an absentee mother and a father who was too busy building his empire to bother teaching me how to cook. Uncle Todd has been my saving grace for as long as I can remember when it comes to eating. Besides, he’s my godfather and has always doted on me. His love and attention saved me when my folks split.”
“I didn’t realize he was such a big part of your life,” I commented.
“Are you kidding? If it wasn’t for him and his wife, Tammy, I don’t know what I would have done. They have three awesome kids, so Sara and I would often go there after work when Dad had to work late. When Aunt Tammy would take their kids to the museum, park, or zoo, for example, she always included us. It was nice being around a couple that was devoted to each other and obviously in love. I needed that reassurance that not every relationship was doomed to fail.”
That was information I didn’t know anything about. I felt grateful for Uncle Todd and his wife. “You and Sara were very lucky,” I said to her.
“Oh, I know. I know my dad helped fund the restaurant and even pays for my cousin’s tuition, but I don’t think that has anything to do with why they were so helpful. They’re just an awesome family.”
“They do sound awesome. I look forward to getting to know them all better. Now, are you sure you aren’t being put out by Nora and me staying with you?”
“Not at all. I can’t wait to meet your sister, and I would prefer not spending three nights apart from you.”
“I don’t want to be apart from you for three nights either. Hey, when you call the restaurant, could you order the lasagna? Nora would love that,” I asked her.
“Of course. Any other requests?” she asked me.
“I loved the calamari. Other than that, surprise me. Whatever you pick will be perfect…like you are,” I told her genuinely.
“I’m far from perfect, but thank you,” she said sweetly.
I took a cab to the airport and waited until I saw my sister. She looked like the typical California girl. She had long blond hair and big, bright-blue eyes. We definitely looked like siblings. Her skin was tanned, and she had the most jubilant look on her face. You’d think she was walking into Disneyland instead of the overcrowded airport in New York City.
I hopped out of the cab and gave her a huge hug. “Hey, sis, how was your flight?”
“Long…Boring…But who cares? I’m here!” she said excitedly. We got in the taxi, and I told the driver where to take us.
“So, spit it out. What’s this new girl like?” My sister was eager for information, which I knew she would be.
“She’s pretty special, Nora. She’s lived here her whole life. She has a younger sister named Sara who just had a baby—” I was going to continue, but she interrupted.
“Is her sister married?”
“No, but she’s in a committed relationship. Her sister is dating their stepmother’s son. Everybody in the family is awesome and gets along great. The boyfriend, whose name is Jackson, is an only child. His dad died of a heart attack a few years ago. His mom met Ian, Emily’s dad, and the rest is history. I know they all want to meet you. We’ve been invited to Emily’s father’s house for dinner on Saturday if you think you’re up to it.”
“I’m in. Sounds a little Jerry Springer, but I want to meet everyone!” She beamed. Her enthusiasm was infectious. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how much I had missed my sister. I put my arm around her and held her close.
The cab dropped us off, and we rode the elevator to the top floor.
“Pretty swanky place she lives at. Must be rich,” Nora commented.
“Yeah, her dad is, but don’t worry, Emily is not stuck up.”
“I’m good with rich. Who wouldn’t be? Sure beats being poor. Besides, I know you’d never date a stuffy, stuck-up chick.”
We walked to the door, and Emily opened it before we could knock. “Welcome!” she said enthusiastically, with her arms open wide. Nora dropped her purse and ran into Emily’s arms.
“It’s so nice to meet you!” my sister said to my girlfriend. Wow, this was a great introduction.
When they released from their embrace, Emily put her hands on Nora’s shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “You are a breath of fresh air, Nora,” she said kindly.
“And you are so pretty, Emily. I’m so psyched to meet you,” Nora said. We all laughed and walked into the living room.
“Holy crap, look at this view. Must suck living here, huh?” Nora asked Emily.
“Sucks big time,” Emily told her, and they both started laughing.
“C’mon, let me show you to your room, and then we’ll have something to eat. Uncle Todd packed us enough food for an army.”
“Who’s Uncle Todd?” Nora asked.
“My dad’s brother. He is also the best uncle in the world, and he just happens to own the most popular Italian restaurant in the city,” I heard Emily explain to her as they walked toward the bedrooms.
The girls disappeared, and I went into the kitchen. I saw a bottle of wine on the counter, so I opened it. Emily had set out three glasses. She knew our family was open-minded about drinking. Our parents believed if Nora and I drank in moderation as teens, we’d be more likely not to abuse alcohol when we went off to college. It worked for me, and I had to believe it would work for Nora.
I took the food out of the oven and put it on the table. I saw some candles on the counter, so I lit them and put them on the table as well. I could hear the girls laughing as they entered the kitchen. I guess I didn’t have to worry about them getting along.
We had a great meal. There was more food than we could ever consume. The girls chatted incessantly throughout the entire meal. Emily told my sister as much as possible about Columbia and NYU. As a native New Yorker, Emily knew a lot of the nitty-gritty things about each university. It never occurred to me how helpful Emily could be with regard to the colleges. Nora was also interested in the environment, and Emily knew which college was more acclaimed in that area. It was a great evening. The girls could not have gotten along any better.
We sat at the kitchen table for over two hours. I didn’t have to ask Nora what she thought of Emily; it was obvious. She loved her. It didn’t surprise me. I loved her too.
Since Nora had to be at Columbia by nine the following morning, we decided to call it a night. She gave us both hugs and went to her room. Emily was washing the wine glasses when I went behind her and put my arms around her. I kissed her neck and then whispered in her ear, “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For being you.” I didn’t need to elaborate. That said it all.
She turned the water off and turned to me. She put her wet hands behind my neck and kissed me lovingly on the lips. “I’m the one who should be thanking you,” she said between kisses.
“Why?” I really did wonder.
“For all the joy you’ve brought into my life. You’ve shown me what a romantic relationship is supposed to be like. If I stayed with Martin, I never would have known I had the ability to feel like I do. Chad, you’ve saved me in more ways than you could ever know. For that I am eternally thankful.”
“I have so much more I want to share with you if you let me. In fact I think we should continue our journey in the bedroom. You game?” I asked jokingly.
“You don’t have to ask twice. Let me check on your sister first and see if she needs anything.”
“You are very thoughtful,” I told her.
She kissed me again, grabbed a couple of water bottles out of the fridge, and disappeared. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I walked out of the bathroom, Emily was standing there in her bra and panties waiting for me.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” I said to her.
She laughed. “I never thought I would be this bold. You’ve brought out a very different side of me.”
I just stared at her. She was so beautiful. “I’m beginning to think I’m overdressed,” I commented.
“Let me help you remedy that problem,” she offered.
She walked up to me and helped me pull my shirt over my head. She dropped it on the floor and then nuzzled her face into my chest. She wrapped her arms around my back and started sucking on my nipples. It felt great.
I reached my hands behind her so I could unfasten her bra. She must have felt the clasp unfasten because she let her arms fall quickly, so her bra could fall to the floor. As she continued to suckle on my nipples, I rubbed her ass. It was small, firm, and absolutely perfect. I was getting so aroused that my body was craving some attention.
I pulled her hips into me. I felt her gasp. She must have felt my erection against her stomach. While her one hand continued to rub my chest, her other hand reached down to undo the button on my jeans. I tried to help her, but she pushed my hand away. She wanted control. “Please, allow me,” she offered.
She was able to get my zipper down, and without warning she reached her hand inside my boxers. I felt her stroke me lovingly. I needed more pressure. I reached my hands around to the front of her body. My one hand massaged her breast while the other one reached inside her panties. Her body was wet and swollen. I wasted no time putting a finger inside of her. Her body was so soft. I felt her bite down on my nipple as I shoved my finger deeper inside of her. I needed more of her.
Without warning I pulled my finger out of her, grabbed under her body so I could pick her up, and threw her on the bed. She giggled at my caveman maneuver. I pulled her undies off quickly and spread her legs.
“Bend your legs, angel. It’s time for dessert.” I buried my head between her legs and started to lick her like an ice cream cone. “Much better than mint chocolate chip,” I murmured between licks. I heard her giggle. God, I loved that sound.
“What about my dessert?” she questioned.
“Please forgive me for my selfishness,” I said politely. I hopped up on the bed with my legs by her head. I grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of me. With our height difference, this way worked the best, and the last time we did this, she asked if we could do it again. I couldn’t say no.
I positioned her so my mouth could reach the part of the body I was looking for. It didn’t take long for her to find what she was looking for either. She sucked me hard and with a purpose while she fondled my sac. Every once in awhile she would suck on my balls. God that felt amazing. She was definitely wound up, and I was thoroughly enjoying her enthusiasm. I increased my suction in response to her energetic feasting.
“Angel, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. Are you happy like this, or would you prefer something else?” I asked her.
“I’m pretty happy here. Maybe you can start thinking about round number two while I get back to business,” she said, determined.
Within minutes I was exploding in her mouth. I could hear her moan as she swallowed every ounce of me. That turned me on and made my orgasm that much more intense. As I finished I could feel her body convulse. Her body was so responsive every time we had sex. She obviously had years of pent-up frustration. I thoroughly enjoyed helping her unleash all that tension.
I was thrilled to be a part of her newfound sexual discovery, because sex was magical with this woman. All I could think of as she climaxed was that she’d better be up for more, because I wanted to bury myself deep inside of her. Once was definitely not going to be enough.
When her body collapsed on mine, I rubbed her back. I could hear her sigh with contentment. I wasn’t ready for her to fall asleep yet. I gently pushed her body off of mine and swung my body so we were face to face. I kissed her lovingly.
“That was a fabulous warm-up,” I told her.
“Warm-up?” she asked. “What else did you have in mind?” She had a wicked grin on her face, which assured me she was ready for more.
“As I recall, you mentioned something about round two. I hope you aren’t changing your mind.”
She started to laugh. “Oh no. I stand by my word. I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with next,” she said with a cute grin.
“To be perfectly honest, I need to bury myself deep inside of you,” I told her as rationally as possible.
“Well…if that’s what you need. I would hate to stand in your way,” she said.
I kissed her mouth and neck and gradually made my way to her breasts. They were such full, beautiful breasts. I spent my time loving that part of her body. She made satisfying noises that went straight to my groin. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to recover.
“Chad, please…” she begged.
“Patience, angel. It’s still too soon. Just lie back, and let me feast on you a bit longer.”
I knew she needed me as much as I needed her, but I wanted to savor every minute. I resumed my old-fashioned make-out session with her. I found her tongue and sucked it hard and purposefully. She sucked mine back. I rubbed up and down the sides of her body as she rubbed my ass. Our breathing was labored, and I noticed how flushed her face and chest were. We pulled at each other’s hair as we got more worked up. It was obvious neither of us could take much more of this.
I grabbed a pillow and put it in under her hips. The change in angle should feel very good to her. Once she was settled, I crawled on top of her. She spread her legs so I could nestle between them. I sunk my body into hers. She made a contented sound.
“I need it deeper,” she said, as much as a request as a suggestion.
“Lift your legs, and wrap them around my waist,” I told her.
She did as I asked, and I could feel myself get even deeper inside of her.
“That’s better,” she moaned.
I started my dance, and she found her rhythm so we were dancing in perfect unison. “Can I try putting my legs around your neck” she asked.
I loved her naiveté and her curiousity. I also appreciated her communicating what she wanted from me. “Of course,” I told her. I helped her put her feet behind my head. The change in position made me get so deep inside of her that the tip of my penis pushed against her cervix. I’m not sure I had ever been that deep in any woman before. The sensation was intense. It made me pick up the tempo. It was obvious by the sounds coming out of her that she was happy with my renewed energy.
“I can’t believe how deep you are,” she said between thrusts. “It feels amazing and I want to keep going this way, but my feet are going numb. Can we try something else?”
She was insatiable, and I loved it. I didn’t care what position we were in as long as we were connected. “I have an idea how to keep it nice and deep for you.” I rolled on my back, taking her with me so she was on top of me. I never let our midsections part. “Lift your knees closer to the pillow,” I instructed her.
With her knees nestled beneath my underarms, she could control the speed and depth of our connection. “How’s that?” I asked her.
“That feels unbelievable,” she murmured into my ear.
I had no option but to give her exactly what she wanted. I bent my knees so my hips would tilt upward toward her ass. The slight change in position landed her left breast in my mouth. I lifted my head off the pillow to suck on it more intently, which forced our bodies to get even closer. The deeper I drove into her, the happier she sounded.
“You OK?” I asked.
“Never better. Please…don’t stop.”
I resumed my attention on her breast as I thrusted as hard as possible into her overly willing body. She responded to my momentum with a frenzied enthusiasm. “God, that feels great,” I heard her say.
We continued to thrust against each other’s bodies exactly as she wanted it, hard and deep. Her knees were digging into my underarms, and her breasts were smothering my face. She was panting loudly and muttering incoherent words.
I could feel her hands pulling my hair as I held on to her ass to keep the rhythm going. The sounds coming out of her mouth and the slapping of our bodies made me even more crazed with desire. I was trying to hold back as long as possible because I didn’t want this to end.
“Chad, I need more. Please,” she continued to beg.
I threw every ounce of weight up and into her core, which she obviously loved. “Oh God, don’t stop!” she yelled. I did just that. She matched every thrust with pure enthusiasm. I craved this woman like a drug. When I got to the point where I couldn’t hold back one second longer, I buried my face between her tits and drove my body as deep as humanly possible into the very heart of her.
“Yes…Yes!” she screamed. Her screams were my undoing. I could feel the spasms from her body around me. My body completely responded in kind. I growled her name as I emptied myself into her. I knew I would never get enough of this woman.
When it was obvious we were both finally replete, I lifted her head off my chest and cupped her face in my hands so I could look into her eyes. “I love you so much,” I told her honestly.
She smiled, and tears instantly filled her eyes. “I love you too.”
Wow, that was it. We’d told each other that we loved one another. It was different from the first time we’d talked about it. This was a real and honest declaration of our feelings that suggested a forever kind of commitment. It was a very special moment.
I rolled to her side and pulled her into me. I kissed the top of her head and began to gently rub her back. There were no more words that needed to be spoken. Those three words said it all. We loved one another. I hoped I would have the chance to love her forever.
We fell asleep without another word being spoken. We said the most important thing anyone could say to one another. Nothing else was necessary.