“Well, damn,” I said, “I guess you know about the murder, then. The jig is up!”
She clearly didn’t believe me for an instant. “Ha ha. Very funny.”
“Ok, then, O Great Omniscient Mother, what should I do?”
“That depends.” She declared magnanimously, but then switched to a more serious tone. “Who do you have stronger feelings for?”
I had to think about that for a while. “I obviously haven’t known Emily for as long, but we have a lot in common and she’s very easy to talk to. Ashton, though, she’s always been there for me and I want her to feel the same way about me. We just had a big argument and she’s pissed at me.”
“Do you love her?” Mom prompted.
Jeez, mom was breaking out all the hard questions.
“I don’t know, mom. That’s sort of the problem.”
“Well, you and Ashton dated before, right?”
I nodded.
“And that didn’t work out, so maybe don’t try too hard to make it happen again. Give Emily a chance; she’s a great girl.”
“You’re probably right… I don’t want to make Ashton feel bad, though. How should I tell her?
“Aaron, what do I always tell you is the best thing to do? Just be honest, like you usually are.”
“Ok. Thanks, mom. I’ll tell Ashton how I feel.”
We got up and walked back to the house, with her arm looped through mine again. I checked my phone. Ashton had responded.
Ashton: Come over now.
“Hey, mom, I’m gonna go to Ash’s house to explain myself. I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay, honey, dinner should be ready at around six or seven.”
I drove to the Williams’s house and rang the doorbell. Ashton’s dad answered.
“Aaron! Good to see you! Ashton said you were coming over.”
I gave him my best fake smile. “Good to see you too, sir. How are Jack and the missus?”
He stepped aside to let me in. “The missus is as sassy as ever and Jack is still loving karate. He always talks about how his senseis aren’t as cool as you were, though.”
My fake smile became a genuine one. “I’m glad to hear that. Can you tell him I said hi?”
Jack was one of my favorite students; dedicated and passionate about learning karate, he still managed to have a good time and make everyone laugh.
“Course I will, kiddo. Ash is upstairs, in her room.” He clapped me on the back and went back to his computer.
I trudged up the stairs, dreading the conversation I was about to have with her. Upon entering her room, I looked around at all the familiar posters and photographs that adorned her walls. I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw the pictures of the two of us from various years. Ashton was sitting on her bed, facing the wall opposite the door, so I knocked on the door frame.
“Can I come in?”
She waved her hand in my direction without turning around, so I came to her side of the bed and sat down next to her to begin talking without any real plan for what to say.
“Y’know, Ashton, after you left my house, I didn’t know what to do or where to go. And… I realized that that’s because whenever I have a problem like this, I come to you. You’ve always been there for me and the one time that you wanted me to be there for you in return, I couldn’t reciprocate. I know this isn’t nearly adequate, but… I’m sorry. I should have told you about my thing with Emily. You deserve to know stuff like that, no matter our relationship status.”
She sighed heavily. “I forgive you. I shouldn’t have stormed off like that; I should have given you a chance to explain yourself. I overreacted.”
I put my arm around her and thankfully, she didn’t shrug it off. Instead, she leaned into my side, like she usually would.
“Do you want me to explain the whole thing, Ash?”
“I guess so.”
I told her the whole story, starting with how I met Emily and leading all the way up to the present.
“So, now, Emily and I are together, sort of.”
She drew a few breaths. “I guess that that means we won’t be having sex or doing anything like that for a while…”
“No,” I confirmed, as gently as possible, “but make no mistake, Ashton, you are the best friend I’ve ever had and I will never let that go.”
She smiled weakly.
I spoke again. “Do you want me to go?”
“Can you stay for a while?” She timidly requested.
“Of course.” I hugged her tightly.
We laid down on her bed together, just like we always used to. After an hour or so, I knew I had to leave. I got up, said goodbye to Ashton and her dad, and started driving home. Then, it occurred to me that there was someone I hadn’t told about the recent developments. I checked my car’s clock: 3:45. There was plenty of time before dinner. I did a quick and illegal U-turn and started driving in the direction of the university campus. Emily needed to know, too, after all.
When she answered the door, I had a broad grin on my face.
Emily’s face brightened immediately as she realized who was standing on the front porch. “Come on in, Aaron. What’s up?”
I siezed her by the waist and lifted her up, twirling her around. “Guess what?”
“What?” She laughed.
“My mom knows about us.” My grin never left my face.
“And you’re still grinning like an idiot because…”
“She’s fine with it.”
Emily also broke into a grin before she leapt onto me and kissed me furiously. “I don’t believe I’ve shown you my room yet, Mr. Moody.” She winked suggestively.
“I don’t believe you have, Miss Osbourne!” I winked back. Actually, it was sort of strange that I hadn’t seen her room yet: we’d had sex in my room, in other people’s rooms, in public locker rooms (well, one public locker room), but never in her room.
She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me up the stairs, giggling the whole way. We flew past her friends’ rooms, waving through the open doors and laughing at the bewildered faces that stared back at us. When we got to her room, I took a half-second to look around before Emily flung herself at me, knocking me down onto the bed. Her room was simply decorated, spared from the girly garishness that infects most girls’ rooms. She had sports posters, photos of her and her friends, some prints of paintings; it was nice.
“Oomph!” I grunted as my back hit the mattress. I quickly plugged my phone into her speakers and set it to play my favorite “sexytime” playlist, which follows a distinct pattern. It starts with about twenty minutes of slow, seductive music, like “Thinkin’ Bout You” by Frank Ocean, then shifts to some faster-paced stuff for the main event (so to speak), and finishes with melodic music like “Paris, Tokyo”, by Lupe Fiasco.
Emily was wearing her usual sweats and tanks top combination, but it looked sexier today than it ever had. She began gyrating in time with the music, slowly lifting the hem of her tank top to expose her defined abs. Before Emily lifted her shirt all the way off, she started on the sweats. Pulling them down slowly and turning her back to me, she exposed her incredible ass inch-by-inch. The curves of her butt made the tiny thong she was wearing disappear.
I thought about commenting on her affinity for g-strings, but chose not to; it would ruin the moment. Instead, I started stripping my clothes off, too. Emily kicked her sweats off, into the corner, and resumed removing her shirt, still swinging her hips rythmically, still keeping time with the music. When she had thrown her shirt into the pile by her sweats and unclasped her bra, I admired her body once again. In my opinion, the line down a woman’s naked back is highly underrated and very sexy.
Emily turned to me, slid her bra down her arms, and climbed onto the bed, smiling as she did so. Having decided that she wasn’t crawling to me quickly enough, I sat up, grabbed her neck, and locked lips with her, pulling her on top of me and reclining back on the bed as I did so. We kissed for a few minutes, with me caressing and squeezing her perfect boobs. Emily’s lips were warm, soft. Her skin was the same way, smooth, silky, almost feverishly warm.
But, for me, it wasn’t merely about feeling her curves with my hands and lips. I could feel her warmth radiating between us; I could hear her heavy breathing, slow and consistent; I could taste her spicy, citrus-y breath, hot and heavy; I could smell her lemon shampoo. The sensory experience of sex with Emily was entirely different from any I had had with other girls; it was fuller, more exotic, somehow more mature. I guess that’s a testament to the value of the experience that comes with older girls.
Emily sat up on top of me and bit one side of her lip, her eyes blazing with lust and passion. I stared into her eyes for a moment, matching her gaze for intensity. Suddenly, she rolled over onto her hands and knees. “I don’t suppose you could help me with this little thing, could you?” She asked innocently, lifting the waist strap of her thong with a single finger.
I obliged her and seized both sides of the thong, pulling it down her slim thighs and relishing how it stuck for a second between the two globes of her ass. Once it came off, I ran a finger through her sopping slit. She gave a gasp, so I knew I was doing the right thing. I grabbed her hips and flipped her over.
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