Author's note: While the first two chapters were in the category of Novels and Novellas, I am now moving the other chapters into Erotic Couplings, consistent with the evolving story line.
Chapter 3
I turned and walked into the waiting arms of Emily. She pulled me to her and gazed deeply into my eyes. It was as if she looked into my soul, and we kissed seriously for the first time. All our kisses before this were of the brother-sister variety. This kiss was totally different and lasted for several seconds.
When our lips parted, I asked, "What should I think of this, Emily?"
"You should think that I like you. You should also think that I'm being totally honest with you and that I think you're a wonderful kisser."
I was intrigued. "What makes me a wonderful kisser?"
"You make my body sing."
I joked, "I thought that was just gas."
She hit me, but in a playful way. "That's not funny!"
"I'm sorry." I looked down and pretended to frown.
"I'm trying to be serious, Matt." She was smiling.
She pulled me to her and we kissed again. As we parted, I smiled and said, "You're lovely Emily and I'm also being totally honest. Please don't rush this. We both need to be absolutely sure we want to go down this road. It's only been a week, and I think you need more time."
"Matt, do you realize that we've been together constantly for eight days. That's 192 hours. That's the equivalent of sixty dates. How much time do you think I need to decide if I like you or not?"
I asked, "Can we sit and talk?" A concerned look came to her face.
We walked to the sofa. I immediately reached and pulled her onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her waist. She flashed that devious grin again and laid her head on my shoulder.
"Let's discuss the obvious Emily. You're a gorgeous young lady... the prettiest I've seen. I'm a sort of plain looking guy. You have the bubbly personality of a cheerleader. I have the personality of a geeky engineer who was a farmer. Your body is like a temple dedicated to love. My body is dedicated to hamburgers and is a little out of shape. There's not a man in the world who wouldn't count himself blessed to be in your presence. I got traded in by a woman for another woman." She laughed.
"You sell yourself short, Matt. I think you're very handsome. And you have in spades what most guys couldn't dream of having... compassion. Compassion will last much longer than looks. You truly care about me. Everything you've done these past eight days was for me. Not once did you think of yourself first. I count myself the luckiest girl in the world to be with you; so don't doubt my interest. Do you really think I'm trying to take advantage of you?"
"I'm sorry for being concerned. This is happening so fast."
"That girl who took advantage of you caused damage, didn't she?"
I frowned, looked down and nodded.
"What did she do?"
After collecting my thoughts, I began. "Her name was Ellie. She was very pretty, somewhat like you. A month or so before the end of the semester, she came on to me in the library one day. I had seen her around, and we always smiled but that day she sat down and began talking as if we were old friends. She asked me to take her out. I didn't know what to think, but she seemed interested in me.
"Over the next couple of weeks, we went on several dates. Nothing real serious but we kissed and, huh, huh did other things.
"One night she asked me to take her to Cancun for the break. She said we'd have a great time. I agreed and bought plane tickets and booked the hotel room. I was starting to fall in love and looked forward to spending time with her.
"Everything went well at first. We arrived in the late afternoon and checked in. We immediately undressed one another and had a wonderful time. Ellie knew what she was doing, and I had never had such intense and fulfilling sex as I did with her that night. I was definitely in love, or at least in lust, at that point.
"The next morning, she said she wanted to take a walk alone on the beach and then do some shopping. I went down to the pool with a book. As late afternoon approached, she hadn't returned and I was getting concerned.
"I left a note for her and went to a bar just down the street to have a beer. A friend from school was there, and we were surprised to see each other. We talked for a while, and he invited me to his hotel. He said that one of his buddy's friends had arrived, and she was putting out for everyone. It was a real orgy. He had sex with her twice, and she was still going strong with the other three guys in the room when he left to come to the bar. I asked who she was, and he said Ellie something."
"Oh no! She conned you into paying her way so she could spread her legs for everyone in sight."
"Yep."
"What did you do?"
"I asked him to describe her to be sure it was the same Ellie. It was. I checked out and moved my stuff to another hotel. I packed her belongings and left them at the front desk for her. The next morning, I cancelled her airline ticket and took the next flight back to Atlanta."
"Wonder how she got home?"
"No idea. After that, we saw each other a few times on campus but we both pretended the other was invisible."
"Matt, I'm not Ellie. I could never do that to you, but I now understand your caution. We've both been hurt, and it takes time to recover."
"I'm glad I'm recovering with you."
She grinned and replied, "You know, it's going to be very easy to fall in love with you."
I responded, "I just hope we survive the trip without you killing me." She smiled.
"Don't we need to get busy?" she asked.
"Yes. We need to pack our clothes and get the luggage ready to load in the car. Pick out what you'll need for the next two days. I have a bag we can use for the hotel. We don't want to unpack all the bags every night, okay?"
"Sounds good."
We kissed again before she climbed off my lap. I cleaned the fridge and set the oven to the self-clean cycle to burn off cooking residue. Emily packed her clothes and came to clean the cabinets and shelves. It was nearly midnight when we went to our bedrooms.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
After dressing, I went to a nearby bakery for doughnuts and muffins. Emily and I would enjoy a couple, and the movers would finish them, I thought.
Emily was showered and dressed by 7:30 when she walked to the kitchen. She wore tan slacks and a lustrous dark purple silk blouse. With her makeup, the young lady was like a fashion model.
"Good morning. These doughnuts look decadent."
"They are. Help yourself."
She carefully chose one of the chocolate ones and walked into my arms for a quick kiss. Her kisses were becoming more frequent and were always soft and sensual with her mouth closed.
"I like being pampered like this," she said. "Can we hide one of the muffins for later? Don't want to give all of them to the movers."
"Sure, put it in the cooler. I think we have food storage bags in the cabinet. Put a couple of doughnuts in there also."
We organized our packed luggage in one spot to get it out of the way. Sharply at 8:00, the doorbell rang. It was the Comcast man coming to collect the DVR, modem and Wi-Fi router. He prepared a receipt and was gone in a few minutes.
As he was leaving, I heard the movers walking up the stairwell. Three obviously strong guys arrived, and introductions were made. They couldn't stop stealing glances at Emily the entire time they were there.
By 1:00, they had the furniture and household goods packed and loaded. I initialed the inventory and shipping documents and collected my copies before they left. As predicted, they were full of doughnuts and muffins and had pocketed a nice tip.
The apartment appeared much larger after all the furniture was out. Although the manager had said the carpets were going to be replaced, Emily picked up all the tiny bits of trash that had collected under the furniture over the years. I double checked all the kitchen cabinets and then thoroughly cleaned both bathrooms. The place looked fine.
We loaded the car with our bags and the cooler and drove to the Hampton Inn. Once in our room, Emily reclined on a bed, and smiled at me. I took that as a come-hither look and lay beside her.
We faced each other, and our eyes made love. Her arm was wrapped around my waist and I stroked her warm back and shoulders through her blouse as we gently kissed.
"Your lips are sensual beyond belief, and I can't get enough of your perfume."
She smiled and responded, "That's my secret weapon."
"Your lips or your perfume?"
"Both."
"Your eyes are what captured my attention. Their color is amazing. I don't think I've seen others like them."
