Take it Easy – Chapter Six: Much Ado About Nothing – Part 1B

Take it Easy – Chapter Six: Much Ado About Nothing – Part 1B

“Get comfortable.” I told her with a grin. She settled back with her head on the pillows and arched her back slightly in anticipation.

I took my time, licking up and down her thighs and stomach, but avoiding actually making contact with her pussy.

“Aaron… Quit teasing me, damn it…” She groaned.

My mission had succeeded; I dove in to her pussy with my tongue, making her shriek in pleasure and surprise. I flicked her clit occasionally with the tip of my tongue and added my middle finger into her entrance. Soon, my middle finger was joined in her pussy by my index finger, while I sucked on and flicked her clit.

I kept at that for a while until Emily lifted herself out from underneath me and crawled on top of me for some good old-fashioned 69. She stripped my boxers off and took my cock halfway into her mouth in one smooth movement. My cock shot up to full mast almost as soon as Emily began to employ her “talents”. I had asked her how she could deepthroat so well, and apparently, she was just really good at controlling her gag reflex. Sexy.

Anyway, we were sixty-nine-ing and enjoying it. I love eating girls out; the way they squirm and wriggle as if they’re trying to get away is adorable and there’s nothing more sexy than a girl who’s being pleasured. After Emily came once, bucking and moaning, she hopped off of my face to prepare my dick for insertion into her pussy. She released my throbbing dick from the death grip that her throat had on it and climbed into a cowgirl position. I bent my knees so she would have something to hold onto as she began bouncing up and down.

We fucked for a long time, switching positions at somewhat-regular intervals until I felt my balls finally tightening in that familiar way.

“Em, I’m cumming.” I grunted.

She slid my dick out of her pussy and turned around. We had been fucking doggy-style, so I was able to hit her g-spot pretty easily and give her another powerful orgasm. She slid my cock into her throat again and I grabbed her ponytail to force her face all the way up against the base of my dick. I came into her mouth, spraying the back of her throat with jism.

Only after I came did I realize how worn-out I was; I flopped backward onto the bed and Emily lay down on top of me. I stroked her hair for a while until I got the courage to ask her something that had been on my mind for a while. “Hey, Em…” I waited for her to look into my eyes. “Now that my mom knows about us and is okay with it, does that mean that were officially together?”

She beamed. “I’d say so, wouldn’t you?”

Suddenly, I felt that I had the energy for a “round two”. I beamed back and leaned over to kiss her passionately. “I’m still hungry.” I told her between kisses on her neck, “feel like having seconds?”

She laughed breathlessly. “You bet!”

We went for another amazing round, but at the end of this one, I really was too tired to continue. That didn’t stop me from boasting, though. “We make a good team.” I grinned at her; she was splayed out next to me, trying to recover from the screaming orgasm I had just given her.

She gave me a thumbs-up, too out-of-breath to respond with words.

“You’ve got some of me on your face, by the way.” I mentioned.

She wiped my remaining cum off of her face and sucked her fingers clean before sitting up. “Alright, stud. I’m going to go take a shower and you are not allowed to come in. I do NOT have the energy for another round.”

“Fine by me,” I retorted, “I could pretend like I still have some energy left, but I think I used a week’s worth in the last hour or so.”

She laughed and grabbed some clothes and a towel to head to the shower.

I had an idea. “After we shower, let’s go to that sushi place that we went to a couple weeks ago. We need to celebrate.”

“Sounds great.” She agreed, flashing me a sunny smile.

I lay on the bed and grabbed my phone to ask my mom if she approved.

Me: hey mom, can I get dinner with Em? We’re gonna go to that awesome sushi place that I told you about. Might hang out for a while afterward, see a movie or something.

She texted back after a couple minutes.

Mom: sure, honey. Just keep me updated so I don’t worry about you.

Me: will do. Seeya later, alligator

Mom: have fun!

Emily came back into the room. Now, she was wearing a short skirt and a long-sleeved shirt that exposed some of her tanned, toned midriff.
“Shower’s all yours, big guy.”

“About damn time,” I teased, “I thought you’d gone down the drain.”

“Ha. Ha. That was so funny I forgot to laugh.” She waved a hand dismissively, shooing me in the direction of the shower.

“Hey, is the coast clear? I’d rather not put clean clothes on my dirty body just to walk to the shower.” I wondered.

“You’re good.” She assured me.

I wrapped the towel around my waist, just in case, and dashed to the nearest bathroom. Just when I thought I had made it scot-free, I saw a group of Emily’s “sisters” walking toward the stairs.

“Hey, Aaron!” Rachel the redhead (I had yet to learn her last name) greeted me enthusiastically. “Sounded like you guys were having fun in there. Did you decide to rematch after the first round?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I turned up my nose and putting my hands on my hips in an attempt to look sophisticated and classy.

Unfortunately, my sophisticated moment was ruined by my towel’s decision to flee from my waist, leaving me completely exposed in front of about ten sorority girls. I thought they would burst into laughter, which they did, but they actually also seemed transfixed by my cock, which was miraculously still semi-hard. I decided that scrambling to cover myself up would be more embarrassing than pretending nothing had happened, so I just calmly picked up my towel and looked back at them.

“Aaron, if things don’t ever work out with Emily, just give me a call.” Rachel tore her eyes away from my cock to meet my eyes as all of the other girls giggled embarassedly.

Wanting to make them more uncomfortable, I pointed right at my groin. “Sorry, ladies, but THIS is just for Emily.” After that, I threw my towel over my shoulder and pushed past the crowd of girls to enter the bathroom. Just before the door closed, I heard them talking about me.

“It was soo big!” One girl whispered. They all giggled again and murmured their agreement.

“I wish my boyfriend had abs like that!” Another exclaimed.

Feeling self-satisfied, I shut the door all the way, making sure to do it loudly so the girls would know that I had heard them talking. Emily would be plenty for me, but I liked knowing that I could have that kind of effect on other girls, too. I showered quickly and joined Emily in her room.

“Ready to go, sweet cheeks?” I held out my hand.

Emily laughed at my imitation of teenage cutesyness. She knows that I hate it when people in relationships call each other “boo” or “honey buns” or anything like that. The only nicknames I ever give to people are either subtly sarcastic comments on mistakes they’ve made or shortened versions of their names because I’m too lazy to say the whole thing.

“Sure thing, snookums!” She laced her fingers through mine.

I snorted in laughter. “If you ever call me that again, I will dump you on the spot.”

She snickered. “If I ever call you that again, it’ll be because I want to break up with you, but I don’t want to do it directly because I can’t stand being in your presence anymore.”

I chuckled. My favorite thing about Emily isn’t her perfect body or beautiful face; it’s her ability to both receive my teasing jabs and dish out her own scathing responses. It shows an innate confidence that is so attractive to me. Everyone always says how girls love funny guys, which is true, but no one really talks about how great it is to have a girl with her own unique personality, including a developed sense of humor. I guess that’s just part of the appearance-based system regarding girls’ value that I used to subscribe to. Whatever. Rant over.

Emily and I drove to the sushi place and sat down to eat. We had talked a lot over the past few weeks, mainly by text and phone, but I still wanted to know more about her.

“You know a lot about my mom,” I began, “but I don’t know much about your parents. You said they were doctors?”

“Well,” she swallowed the rest of a California roll she had been chewing, “my dad is a plastic surgeon, which is gross, and my mom is a dentist.”

“Why is plastic surgery gross?”

“Because he has to work with boobs and stuff.” She shuddered as if that were a gross topic.

“I like working with boobs,” I winked, “especially yours.”

“You are so weird.” Her eyes rolled skyward.

“Ok then, where are you from?” I pressed on.

“I actually lived in London until about ten years ago. That’s when we moved here.”

“You don’t have any trace of an English accent, though.” I noted.

“I used to, but I trained myself to speak in an American accent.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I wanted to fit in, I guess.”

“That’s a shame. Though I like you the way you are, I think you’d be even sexier with an English accent.” I grinned.

“You think so?” She affected a posh British accent.

“You can still do it! My God, you’re the ultimate sexy being!” I cried. “Wait, I just realized something: you’re from England, but your mom’s a dentist? That makes no sense.”

“Ha ha,” she rolled her eyes, “some of us Brits get braces.” She flashed her pearly whites at me in a crazy grin.

“You had braces?” I was astonished.

“Yup. And a ponytail. I wasn’t always this fashionable.” She tossed her hair with a flourish.

I laughed. “See, we were made for each other! Both of us are insanely attractive and extremely narcissistic!”

We made small talk for the rest of the meal, just enjoying each other’s company. When it came time to pay the bill, I had to resist the urge to tease her about buying the restaurant instead of paying for the meal. From the sound of it, her dad made big bucks working on fixing celebrities’ insecurities.

“I got this, Em,” I told her, pulling out my wallet, “you can get dessert.”

“Sounds great.” She beamed.

We paid and left, then walked to Smith’s Creamery, the best ice cream place in town, hand in hand. On the way there, I saw Dre and Brittany walking toward us, about a block away.