*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manor. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. All character's involved in sexual activity are 18 or older.*
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------------------------ The Friday before Memorial Day, eight months later --------------------
I couldn't wait to get there and see Emma as I sped down the road towards the apartment. It had been a couple of months since the last time I had been with her and that was just a short twenty-four hours back in March. That was only because I had to take a break to fly to Austin where my mom had filed the civil suit so I could sit in the courtroom and listen to the judge hear the facts of the case. The case was dropped right after both sides presented some simple arguments and facts. That was the last of the bad mojo to be lifted from my shoulders after that horrible September from last year.
October was a great month. Emma and I made up and spent a few days with Dory. Although, that was in the last part of September, it was close enough to October to count. It was after that, that things got really good. Emma got moved into her new apartment the following week when we got back. It was in a very nice area and that made her safe and feel more settled which spilled over to me. I felt much better knowing she was safe and secure.
Two weeks later I won the second sponsorship exemption tournament and found myself with a tour card and a license to play in almost any pro event on tour. It was so long college and see you later Austin right then. I moved my stuff to Florida and called my home, home. It made it easy once I was there. It was a couple of hours' worth of driving and I was in Tallahassee with Emma. We'd spend a week together then I'd go home or play in a tour event before returning.
That lasted until January when the tour really kicked off again. October through December was considered the off season and the events were spaced out, pretty low key, and didn't count towards the total earnings for the year. Earnings and points were important because it was one of the ways to keep your tour card. January through September was when the more important events took place, and you didn't dare miss very many of those ones if you could help it.
Once you get a card, you have to keep it, or the next crop of golfers move in and take your card. The easiest way to keep the card is to play, earn points and money, or simply win again. I found out quickly that winning wasn't easy, the competition was stiff, and the grind was hard. But I had made it and I was out there most weeks making cuts and adjusting my game to fit the pros.
I didn't have to take that week off in March to go to court, but my lawyer said it would look better if I was there. It was a good excuse to take a break, see my favorite girl, and ultimately relax for a week at home once the hearing was over. It was nice of Emma to fly in and join me since she had to take two unpaid days off to do it. I told her it wasn't necessary, but she wanted to be there for me and to see me too.
This current week was an invitation only tournament that focused on the big names and the hot tour players of the past six months or so. I was neither of those at this point, so I was not invited to it. I now had a ten day stretch with nothing on the schedule. I took a short detour and visited some old friends in Austin before I headed off to Tallahassee. It was perfect timing how it all played out. Friday, today, was the last day of school for Emma and now she would be off for the whole summer. Every time I was off from now until the fall when she had to start teaching again would be spent with her.
I pulled to a stop and parked in her designated parking spot in front of her apartment. It was always open every time I came to town. She didn't have a car and really didn't need one. She now lived four blocks away from the school and two blocks the other way away from the big chain retail store. If she needed to go any further than that, she would bum a ride from one of the other teachers that lived here, or she would hop on the bus.
I reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed my small bag. I opened the door, jumped out, then locked it before searching for the key to the place. I walked up the sidewalk with the key in hand and right to her corner apartment on the bottom floor. I pushed the handle just to see and much to my surprise the door swung open.
I walked in and closed it behind me. I looked up and stopped dead in my tracks. There was Emma leaned against the wall near the kitchen. The leg closest to me was down on the floor, the further one was bent with her foot resting against the wall. She had the tip of her pointer finger in her mouth chewing on it seductively as she looked at me with burning desire in her eyes.
It wasn't the way she was standing; it was what she was wearing that did it for me. She had this sexy black half bra on that cupped her tits and lifted them but did not hide them one bit. Her nipples were pointed straight out, at least the one that I could see was. She had a black garter belt on, straps that ran down to the thigh high black nylons, and the high heels to complete the look.
My dick was already swelling in my pants as I drank in the sight of her standing there. Her finger had dropped away as she now chewed on her bottom lip. She knew I loved that as I lifted my finger and twirled it. She stepped away from the wall and turned around fully letting me see the black lace thong framed in between the straps, garter belt, and the nylons.
"Gawd damn!" I cried. "You look in-fucking-credible."
"Do I?" she growled.
"Mm-hmm," I growled right back.
She was so sexy, so seductive, so sensual as she stood there and looked at me. She was every man's wet dream right now.
"Prove it, Pinocchio," she said coyly.
My bag hit the floor as I ran to her. I took her into my arms and pulled her into my kiss. Her mouth crashed into mine as we frantically kissed each other. I was pulling her into my mouth, tongue battling hers as she moaned and panted into my kiss. Her fingers were pulling my belt to get it to release as I kept backing her up towards the kitchen.
Her taste, her kiss, her scent, her desire, everything about her came flooding back to me. I didn't realize how much I had missed her until right now. It had been over two months since the last time, and she must have missed me too. We bumped the kitchen table as the belt finally opened. Her hands were searching for the button or the zipper or some way to get my swollen cock out.
I was still kissing her, pulling her into my lips as I waited for her to pull my cock out. It was taking a touch longer than I thought it would, so I let one hand fall between her legs. It knew right where to go as it slipped under her thong from the side and touched the smooth skin between her legs. She gasped into my kiss as my finger split her wet lips and dipped into her center. I slowly worked my finger back and forth, waiting for her to open my pants.
Frustration won over practical thinking as she finally just pulled and pulled hard until the button popped off my pants and flew across the kitchen. She grabbed either side of my pants and pulled them apart and down, making the zipper open before they dropped to my ankles. I let my hand slip away from her pussy as hers were working my boxers in search of my dick.
I went in through the pee hole on my boxers and pulled my own dick out just in case she couldn't figure that out either. It was better safe than sorry. My dick was out now, her fingers wrapped around it as I scooped her up and set her on the kitchen table. I pressed forward and into the thong guarding her entrance. She pulled it to one side, slipped my dick up and down her wet lips before pulling on it. I went on instinct and pressed into her pussy.
"Fuck," she gasped as I pressed inside. It was the first words we had spoken since this started.
Her legs wrapped around my hips as her shoes flew from her feet and bounced on the floor. Her heels dug into my ass cheeks, encouraging me to drive deeper inside. We were still kissing, tangled around each other as I was fucking her on the kitchen table. Right now, I couldn't tell who wanted it more. We were both humping into each other, this wild display of animal lust as we burned off some long overdue sexual energy.
She was soaking, sopping wet as I slipped in and out of her. She was dripping onto the table with each plunge into her center. Her puss was on fire, this liquid heat wrapped around my cock and squeezing it with urgency as she was already nearing climax. I wanted to pound into her right now, wanted to pin her down and let her feel every inch I had. I was stuck with my pants around my ankles at the moment.
