Monday morning, the first thing Emma said was "You have been fucking, haven't you?"
I have no idea how she knew, but I didn't try to hide it. I was dying to tell someone about it.
We went to the museum cafe and ordered lattes and chocolate croissants. She looked beautiful and relaxed, wearing a loose cream top and dry-green leggings with high heeled boots. Her thick brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, one of which was uncovered. "Tell me all about it." She asked. "I am in dire need of a sexy story after that ghastly date on Friday."
"Why was it ghastly?" I asked, surprised. Last time I saw her, it sounded like she was about to have amazing sex.
"Well, we went to dinner at a very elegant restaurant - you know, the type of place with tiny portions and huge bathrooms. He looked super hot in his muscle shirt, and the conversation veered to sex quite soon. We started talking about experiences and preferences, and he seemed cool. I was quite turned on at this point, and he started touching my leg behind the table. I was super into it, so I let him touch me wherever he wanted... I wasn't wearing anything under my dress."
At this point, Emma's voice lowered and her head joined mine, so no one would hear us. I felt a weird mix of embarrassment and arousal. I have never had a friend confiding on me in this way before.
"I almost had an orgasm sitting at that restaurant, with the lemon ice-cream melting in front of me. But he didn't go all the way. After dinner we went straight to his place, and that's when reality stroke."
"What do you mean?"
"It turns out that we were on different pages. It excited him to to call me a cunt and a slut as he fucked me, and to say all kind of horrid things about me. He couldn't even keep it up very well, not even with all the dirty talk.
I didn't wait for him to come. After five minutes of the worst sex I have had in a long time, I just left." Emma shrugged. "Since then I am even more frustrated than I was."
She made me tell my library story, which I did in much less detail than hers. She seemed very impressed, though.
"And I thought you were a prude!" She said, smiling. "We are going to have so much fun together! Are you free tonight?" I was.
After work, we left together and headed to the bar where her friends were hanging out. Because it was a Monday, we were pretty much the only customers. It was six of us, in total. There were three men - a couple of tall blond twins, Brad and Chuck; and a younger guy who everyone called Baby. He was quite small, with beautiful eyes and a slender frame. His dark face had exquisite, delicate features, and he spoke in a soft and mysterious accent.