The doorbell rings, causing Jason's heart to skip a beat.
He tries his best to calm himself before answering the door.
"Hi, Jason! Hi, Jason's apartment!" Emma says this with a smile as she unceremoniously walks past him, carrying her overnight bag under her arm.
Jason chuckles, his anxiety dissolving rapidly. "Welcome. Make yourself at home."
Emma looks around for a bit, checking out Jason's sparsely decorated apartment.
"Wow. Your place is super cool. Very chic."
"Thank you. I try to go for, kind of, a minimalistic thing," Jason replies while taking her bag from her.
"It's just the two of us, right?" she asks.
"Uh... Yeah. Is that alright?"
"Of course! I've been hoping to spend some time with you, just the two of us," she says with a smile.
"I was hoping the same," he replies, smiling back.
"So... do you have, like, a guest bedroom or..."
"Nope. It's the couch for you, I'm afraid."
"Aww. Too bad. I was hoping we could cuddle up together," Emma teases, wiggling her hips side to side as if to mimic some act of cuddling.
Jason laughs awkwardly. He likes how forward Emma is, but he always finds himself flustered by her comments.
"You're always so shy and quiet, Jason. I like that about you. But you know you don't have to be so nervous around me. We're friends, right?"
"Yeah. Of course. You're a cool person."
"Thanks. So are you. I feel like we always hit it off when we hang out."
They both smile.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"Do you have any beer?" she replies casually while returning to the task of investigating Jason's living room.
Jason goes to the kitchen and opens two beers before joining Emma in the living room. She is looking out at the overcast sky. It's raining lightly, and the wind is starting to pick up.
"So, how do you think your place is going to hold up in the storm?" Jason asks, handing Emma her beer.
"I think it will be okay. I got a couple of inches of flooding with the last hurricane, though. So, I got everything up off the ground just in case."
"That's good. I don't think this is going to be as bad as the last one anyway." Jason pauses for a moment, trying to think of how to continue the conversation casually. "Hey, do you remember how we first met?"
"Hmm... I think we met at the bar or something."
Jason feigns ignorance. He remembers exactly when they first met.
"I think you're right, although I thought we met through Rebecca," he says.
He has known Rebecca since high school but only recently started hanging out with her. She has always been a party animal, and hanging around her typically involved being at the bar. Jason isn't someone who would normally frequent bars and nightclubs, but he has been trying to make a conscious effort to come out of his shell. This effort has been rewarding, as he's made some great new friends, such as Emma.
"Oh, right! Rebecca. Yes, she was totally there. I remember you being so shy at first, but then we ended up chatting outside the bar for a long time. That was fun." Emma trails off as she reminisces.
Jason remembers that night clearly, despite having had quite a few drinks at the time. He had been instantly interested in Emma upon meeting her. She was gorgeous, with wide-set eyes, plump lips, and straight, dark hair that hung down to the middle of her back. Furthermore, her body was poorly concealed by the snug cocktail dress she wore. Jason immediately noticed that, despite being thin, she had shapely legs and very full breasts. He wanted to talk to her, but she was surrounded by other people competing for her attention.
Luckily, later that evening, Emma engaged Jason in conversation outside, and they ended up chatting casually for half an hour before heading their separate ways. He found that Emma was not just beautiful and sexy, but a kind and bubbly person as well. Jason wanted desperately to ask her out on a date, but he couldn't resolve himself to do so at the time.
Jason pauses before continuing. "Speaking of Rebecca. Did she ever mention any rumors about me?"
"Um... like, what kind of rumors?" Emma replies quizzically.
"You know, juicy stuff. The things that girls tell each other."
Jason is aware of Rebecca's tendency to gossip, and he is also aware of a particular rumor about himself that has been going around. He figures Emma may have heard something.
"Nah, not really," she says dismissively, hoping he will press her further.
"Hmm. Are you sure?"
"Yeah. What are you talking about? Do you have, like, a secret or something?"
"I dunno. I'm just curious if she said anything about my love life."
"What?! Are you crushing on someone? Who is it? Spill the beans!"
"It's not exactly like that."
"Well, now I'm really curious." Emma sits down on the couch and signals for Jason to sit next to her.
Jason sits down but hesitates before saying anything more. What is on his mind is somewhat embarrassing, but he knows it could be much more mortifying if things were to heat up between them without him first warning her.
"There was a rumor that I have a problem in the bedroom," he blurts out.
Emma tries her best not to laugh, but she can't help herself. She covers her mouth with her hand and burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry," she says. "I don't mean to laugh. But, why are you bringing that up?"
"Because you're here," Jason replies, looking away.
"Wait, so... you're going to prove the rumors wrong, is that it?"
"No. It's not a rumor. I do have a problem; I just don't want you to be surprised by it. Or disgusted."
"Oookay. Well, thanks for telling me, I guess. But what kind of problem are we talking about?"
"Uh, well, it sounds crazy." Jason hesitates and lets out a sigh. "But my dick is big--like, really big."
Emma stares at Jason blankly.
"Like, huge," Jason reiterates.
"Are we talking, like, a porn star level of huge, or what?"
"Something like that. Seemingly bigger than anyone else from what I've seen."
"Wow." Emma sits back on the couch and stares up at the ceiling for a moment.
"Yeah." Jason sighs, feeling embarrassed.
Despite his embarrassment, Jason steals a glance at Emma's delightful hourglass figure while she isn't looking. As soon as he opened the front door, he noticed her tight top, putting her sizeable chest on display. He had managed to not gawk at her thus far, but given the opportunity, he felt compelled to look.
