After he removed his finger and fixed her skirt and panties up, Emma remained lying down. He felt disgusted with himself when he saw that tears were still leaking down her 18 year-old cheeks.
"Come on Em, thats it. Let's go."
She just continued crying so he sighed and picked her up, carrying her over to the car.
"Em I'm sorry but I promise you I will explain after everything's done."
"You... bastard. You think you can just finger me whenever you want? No! I'm not one of those girls. You are the first guy to ever touch me and I didn't even have a choice in the matter! Have you considered how I feel right now!?"
He put her in the back, and slammed the door shut. Punching the hood of his car in anger. He got back into the driver's seat and continued on the way to the lodge.
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He pulled up to the lodge at about 2 AM. It was a beautiful 2 story log cabin mansion. It was right on a lake and he had loved it ever since he was a kid. He had gone water skiing with his dad and played football wtih the other rich kids. There was a farm about a mile north and he used to sneak over to ride a horse named Sugarfoot.
Coby looked up at the moon and then down at the reflection on the lake and realized how tired he was. He slung his bags over his shoulder and scooped Emma up into his arms. He kicked the door shut and walked up the porch and into the house. When he flicked on the light she stirred and snuggled in closer to his broad chest and he took the chance to simply look down and admire the sleeping beauty that he was holding.
Her red hair was spilling over his arms and her lips remained slightly open in a sleepish pout. The tops of her breasts slowly rose up and down to the rhythm of her breathing.
He promised himself there and then that he would never let anything or anyone harm this girl, even if he would have to forcibly take her virginity. He hoped that she would accept him. He admired her as a person and yes, he would like to stake a claim on her, or in her, primitive as that may be.
He dropped the bags on the floor deciding that they could wait until tomorrow. He carried her up the stairs and carried her into his old bedroom.
It looked as if his parents really wanted him to fuck this girl. They had somehow fixed his room up and transformed it into a brown and blue bachelor pad with a king-sized bed and a crystal chandelier.
He laid Emma down on the bed and his heart shattered when her hands remained clasped around his neck. He untangled her arms from him and sat down on the floor trying to get himself together for the second time that day.
Should he get on the bed with her or set himself up on the couch?
He decided that since they were going to be sleeping together in the sexual sense of the word within the next two days, he might as well be comfortable. It was a king-sized bed. They wouldn't have to touch.
He climbed onto the bed after pulling on his football sweatpants and taking off his shirt. For a good hour, he just laid on his side and watched her sleep, until he too fell asleep.
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Emma woke up in a ridiculously comfortable bed in a gorgeous room. She was confused for a second until she remembered the events of the previous day. She sighed and looked over and saw Coby sleeping. She admired the way that his muscles rippled even while he was dead to the world. It really was a shame that she had to leave.She got up and snuck to the door as quietly as she could, she reached to open it and as soon as her hand got hold of the gilded knob, another hand slammed the door above her head. She jumped and turned around, and her eyes leveled with Coby's bare chest.
"Em, please don't make this any harder than this needs to be. I swear that if I have to I will tie you down or put those damn handcuffs on you, but only if I have to. Now, let's go make breakfast. I remember that you like chocolate chip pancakes and I'm going to make those for you. Come on."
He pulled slightly on her arm to get her to follow him down the stairs and seated her at the kitchen table while he set out to make the pancakes.
Silently, she admired him. There was nothing sexier than a man who could cook, or who could cook without a shirt on and still manage to look like a hunk.
When he was done cooking, he set down a plate in front of Emma, piled with pancakes. She dug in. She couldn't even remember the last time she had tasted anything half as good as these pancakes tasted to her now.
