This is a chapter of firsts for Emily and Cam. Experimentation ending in delights. Let's go see what our girls are up to now….

Chapter4

EPOV

While James and Cam shared their own private conversation in the front seat, Emmett and I, in the back, got to know each other better as well.

He asked what my family did in Beverly Hills, and I explained that my great uncle Mario had founded, and was president and CEO of the Bank of Italy-Investment Bankers, retired. His daughter, Sophia had married my grandfather, Anthony Russo, and my father was Dominic Russo, COO of the Beverly Hills branch. My brother, Joseph, was being groomed to join the family business, whereas I was expected to 'make a good marriage' and produce grandsons. I told him that the 'family' used to be adamant about marrying within the Italian community. But my dad had rebelled when he fell in love with my Irish-Catholic mother, Megeen Shaunessy. They'd had it rough for a while, but mom proved herself to them. Now she is the most respected woman in the family.

"And what about your family, what do they do?" I asked, looking up from where I was nestled against his side.

"Well, we're 'new money' compared to you," he told me with a chuckle. "My father is senior partner of the McCarty, Masen, and Whitlock Law Firm. They are entertainment lawyers, representing a number of A-list people in the industry. I'm expected to join the firm after graduating, hopefully, from Harvard Law School…at least ten years down the road."

"Is that what you want to do, Em?" I asked quietly. "Or are you expected to do it?

"Yeah, I really do want this," he replied. "I wasn't sure at first, but I really think it's something I could be good at."

"Well," I teased, running my finger down his cheek. "All you'll have to do is flash these groovy dimples, and you'll have everyone…especially the ladies…ready to do whatever you want."

"Is that all I have to do for you?" He looked down at me, his eyes darkening. "Would you be ready to do what I want?"

"When the time is right," I whispered, looking steadily into his eyes.

He cupped my cheek and bent to kiss me with trembling lips.

"When you're ready, babe," he murmured. "God, I hope it's soon."

I giggled as James pulled the car into the parking area of Kelbo's in Malibu.

After a delicious brunch buffet—where we stuffed ourselves—James drove us to Malibu Colony. Taking my hand, Emmett grabbed one of the blankets James had taken from the trunk, and led us through some thick brush onto a deserted stretch of beach.

"This is outta sight," I commented, looking around at Emmett. "But I think that sign back there said 'Private', didn't it?"

"As long as we're quiet, I don't think the owners will mind," he assured us, looking toward the house nestled in the shrubbery on the hill above the beach area. "They're actually pretty cool. James and I come surfing here when it's too flat in the South Bay."

"We might be Hodad chicks, but we came prepared," Cam said, pulling a bikini out of her purse. "I kinda thought we might be going back to your pad after brunch. And don't worry Em, I gotcha covered."

She tossed one of the bikini's I'd left at her house at me.

"Turn around, so we can change," I told the guys, as she and I walked behind some bushes.

After we'd changed, we came back to find the Em and James had spread the two blankets down on the sand; a ways from each other, to afford us a little privacy. They had stripped down to their boxers and were waiting for us.

Cam and James settled down on their blanket as Em grabbed my hand, and pulled me down to the water's edge to take a walk on the beach. We walked in silence for a while, enjoying just being together.

"Are you sure the owners won't mind us being here?" I asked again, stopping to admire the beautiful beach house up on the hill behind us.

"I'm sure, Em," he replied, flashing me a sheepish smile. "It's actually my folk's place, and they're away for two weeks."

"Can you show me the house? I asked, looking back toward the beautiful white structure.

"Sure, come on!" He laughed as he pulled me up the worn path to the front door.

Reaching up under the eaves over the front door, he pulled out a key and opened it, ushering me inside. We stepped into a wide open room, tastefully decorated in shades of brown and beige. All of the seating faced or angled toward the huge wall of glass that looked out over the ocean. Em pulled the drapes open allowing the light from outside to brighten the room.

"This is too much!" I exclaimed. "Your mother has excellent taste."

"She should, she an interior decorator," he explained. "She and my dad met at USC, and married after graduation; before they headed east to Harvard. Even though she doesn't need to, Mom wants to keep working, and has her own business. Come on, I'll show you the rest."

Taking my hand, he led me from room to room, until we came to the last door. Looking down at me, he took a deep breath.

"And this is my room," he said quietly.

He opened the door and I stepped inside. It was a typical teenaged boy's room, done in shades of blue. The walls were cream colored, with posters of current rock bands, and the blue carpeting covering the floor enhanced the matching window treatments. There was a dresser and desk made of fine polished oak, and a big overstuffed chair sat in a small alcove, lined with shelves of books. Then there was the bed. It was a huge California king; obviously, given Em's size, he needed it.

I glanced up at him through my lashes, my heart beginning to race as an overwhelming feeling of want came over me. I knew he was feeling it, too, because his eyes darkened and he took a deep breath.

"Emily," he whispered hoarsely, pulling me tightly against him, capturing my mouth in a heated kiss.

With a whimper, I slid my arms up around his neck, trying to get even closer to him. A deep throbbing began, and I felt a flood of moisture pool between my legs. Instinctively, using his broad shoulders for leverage, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. For the first time in my life, I felt the hard-on of a man against my private parts. I tightened my legs around him, grinding my hips against it.

He growled, and I felt myself land flat on my back on the bed, Em lying over me, pressing his hips to mine, as he kissed down my throat. Our groans were the only sounds in the room, as my bikini top landed on the floor somewhere.

Oh, fuck Em," he murmured hoarsely. "You're even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined."

Reaching up, he cupped my breast, kneading gently as his thumb grazed my nipple; and I found myself arching into his touch. He lowered his head and sucked the nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it

"Ohhh…ohh, Em," I moaned.

He raised his head and looked down at me, a look of concern on his face

"Did I hurt…" he started.

"No," I whimpered breathlessly, resting my hand on the back of his head, pulling his face back to me. "Please…don't stop."

Lowering his mouth, he began to make love to my breasts with his lips and teeth and tongue. I didn't know what was happening to me; I only knew that I'd never felt anything like this before. With every draw of his mouth, I felt it down there. I began to writhe, rubbing my thighs together, seeking… something. I felt like I was going to explode.

Without removing his mouth from my breast, he let his hand travel down my stomach and around to grasp my hip. I whimpered as his fingers slid beneath the band of my bikini bottoms and slide around to grasp my ass. He gently caressed my rounded cheek before letting the tips of his fingers dip down between my thighs.

I gasped and pulled away, scooting to the edge of the bed.

"Emmett, I…I…just can't," I cried softly, tears gathering in my eyes. "I'm a good girl."

"I know that, babe," he replied, running his hand through his hair. "And I will make sure you stay that way. But there are other things we can do to make each other feel good. Will you let me show you? Please?"

"Promise you won't…you know?" I begged, moving closer to him.

"I promise, Em," he answered, pulling me back into his arms, running his hand soothingly up and down my back.

He lowered his head again, and began kissing my neck. Soon my mind and body were back in the throes of feeling Emmett. He trailed kisses and licks and nips down across my chest and stomach.

"I need to take off your bottoms to make you feel good, babe," he muttered against my navel. "Is that alright?"

I looked down at him, my heart racing, biting my lip in indecision.

"Please," he whispered

I nodded and closed my eyes as I felt him grip the elastic band and slowly slide the bottoms down my legs. I pressed my thighs together in shy fear, and he gently nudged them apart to lie between them. I felt the blush start from my chest and travel hotly up into my cheeks. He leaned down and kissed my navel, dipping the tip of his tongue into it. I jerked in surprise.

"Shhh, its okay, babe," he said softly. "Just close your eyes and feel."

He kept placing soft kisses down my body. It was then I realized what he was going to do. I'd read about it, and heard girls talking about it, making me curious about it. But could I?

Suddenly he was there, spreading my legs to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders. I began to tremble uncontrollably as he kissed my inner thigh. He draped my legs over his elbows and, grasping my ass, lifted me to his mouth.

'God, you're so beautiful, Em," he whispered. "So pink and wet…glistening."

I moaned in embarrassment, and tried to close my legs.

"No, no, no, babe," he encouraged. "Just relax and let me do this for you."

Biting my lip, I forced myself to relax.

I felt his warm breath first, as he blew gently. Then his nose skimmed up the side of my slit. When his tongue entered my folds, and gently licked upward, I screamed.

"Ohgodohgodohgod!"

My head was thrashing from side to side as I fisted my hands into the bedspread beneath me. But, when he circled my nub of nerves with the tip of his oh-so-talented tongue, I did explode. The kaleidoscope of color shooting behind my eyes carried me higher than I'd ever been before. No pot was ever gonna take me to this place, and I doubted any other drug could either.

As I slowly came down, I opened my eyes to find Emmett smiling down at me. I blushed deeply, looking away shyly. He turned my face back to him.

"How are you feelin?" he asked, smoothing my hair back from my face.

I looked at him and smiled softly.

"Far out," I murmured, touching his cheek. "I never knew I could feel like this."

I turned on my side to face him, and reached up to kiss him. He pulled back.

"I should go clean up first," he muttered, starting to get up.

"Uh uh," I said, pulling him back down to me, and kissing him.

I was surprised at the taste of myself on his lips, and was also surprised that I liked it.

We had been making out for a while, when I suddenly realized that he was still hard and pressing into my stomach.

"What about you, baby?" I asked. "How can I make you feel like this?"

Looking into my eyes, he smiled, his eyes darkening. Taking my hand, he lowered it between us, and placed it on his erection, wrapping my fingers around it. I gasped, it was huge and hard as steel. With his hand over mine, he showed me how to stroke him. When he knew I had the rhythm he let go, and lay on his back, his forearm across his eyes.

I continued to stroke him, his moans exciting me. I wanted to do more, but I didn't know what. I stopped and sat up.

"What…" he started, his eyes flying open.

"I think it's only fair that I get to see you, too," I said, reaching for his boxers.

"You don't…"

"Yes, I do," I interrupted. "I want to see you, Emmett.

Without taking my eyes from his, I grasped the waistband of his boxers and began to slide them down. I realized that I'd have to maneuver over his erection, and stretched the elastic over it. He raised his hips to make it easier to slip them down his legs.

I slowly raised my eyes to view the first penis I had ever seen. I smiled shyly as I reached out my hand to touch it, and jumped when it twitched against my fingers. I was surprised at how velvet-like the skin was, and the hardness beneath. I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke him the way he had shown me.

"Oh, fuck, Em," he groaned. "Feels so damned good!

I watched, fascinated as a pearl of liquid formed in the slit at the top. A wicked thought came into my head, and I glanced up at Em. His head was thrown back against the pillow as his breathing escalated.

Leaning forward, I swiped the moisture off with my tongue.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, rising up on his elbows. "Emily, you don't have to do that."

"Mmhmm," I hummed. "You taste delicious and I want more. Just tell me what to do."

"Really, Em…"

"Just tell me, Emmett, or I'll have to wing it." I demanded.

So with his stilted instruction, I gave him my first blow job. He tried to get me to stop before he ejaculated, but I refused and swallowed everything he gave me. It was delicious; sweet and salty with a hint of spice. When I was finished licking him clean, I slid back up beside him.

"Was it good?" I asked him, hoping to sound sultry and seductive. "Did I do okay?"

"Oh, babe," he murmured, wrapping his arms tightly around me. "You were outa sight."

He captured my mouth and I could taste both of us; we were perfect, complimenting flavors.

A few moments later, Emmett glanced at his watch.

"We'd better get back to the beach before James and Cam come looking for us.

I watched him, admiring the way he confidently walked around the room naked; he was beautiful. I knew I wasn't ready to give myself to him completely, yet, but I didn't think it would be long. He was the one for me, of that I was sure.

He handed me my bikini and I quickly dressed, turning to straighten the bedspread. As we got to the outside door, he stopped and turned me to face him.

"I have never felt this way about a girl before, Em," he said, taking me by the shoulders, and looking deeply into my eyes. "I think that we are perfect together, and I want you to be my girl. I know this is fast, but when you know, you just know; so why wait. Will you?"

"I told Cam yesterday, as soon as I'd seen you, that you were the man I was going to marry," I replied, touching his cheek. "Like you said, when you know, you just know. Yes, Emmett, I'll be your girl. I've already fallen in love with you."

"I love you, too, Em," he whispered, and drew me into a loving kiss.

Smiling brightly at each other, we locked up the house, and walked hand in hand back to where Cam and James were lazing in the sun.

"Where've you been, man?" James asked, sitting up. "We were beginning to think we'd have to call out the Coast Guard."

"Em wanted to see the house after I told her it belonged to Mom and Dad." Emmett replied, sending me a secretive glance. "Why?

"It's getting late, and if we're gonna show the girls our pad, we'd better get going," he replied.

As we gathered up our things, I glanced over at Cam, who smiled shyly.

Cam, shy around me?

Then her eyes widened as she took in my blush. Our eyes met, silently agreeing we would "talk about it later."

Within moments, we were back in the GTO, and headed for the Manhattan Beach Strand- to a funky beach house, where Em and James lived.

CPOV

The beach house was even cooler than I had imagined. The front porch ran the length of the house, facing the ocean. The living room walls were draped with paisley fabric, and black-light posters; wooden beads hung in the windows and in the doorway to the kitchen. Several large colorful pillows circled a low coffee table, upon which a couple ashtrays, a hookah, and some music tapes sat. A small television set stood in the corner on a wooden crate.

The furniture in this room appeared to be second or maybe even third-hand, but the stereo system was first class. The turn table, amp, equalizer, and tuner head were Marantz; six four-foot Wharfedale speakers were ready to blow your ear drums; an Akai reel-to-reel tape promised perfect surround sound.

The hallway off the living room housed a good size bookcase, and opened to the two bedrooms, which were separated by a bathroom. Emmett's room was to the right of the bathroom, toward the kitchen-end of the house; James had the room up front - both had dark wood-paneled walls.

Surprisingly, the house was kept up as though they might have a maid - even the bedrooms were spotless. Emmett had gone with a rock band theme, and to Em's delight, had a couple posters of the Beatles adorning his walls. He had a king-size bed that took up most of the room, leaving just enough space for a chest of drawers, and a desk.

James chose a more psychedelic look, with posters of bright-colored shapes and designs, and abstract art. He slept in a full size bed, leaving plenty of room for his dresser, TV set, desk, and surf board.

After the tour, Em and I stood in the hallway, first glancing at the two bedrooms, then back at each other. We silently acknowledged we would lose our virginity in those two bedrooms. And probably very soon.

We listened to music, and shared our life stories with one another, laughing and sympathizing where appropriate. It had been an incredible day, one that marked a new direction that would last us all a lifetime.

"We're officially going steady," I announced, grinning like the Cheshire cat. I held out my left hand, showing off J's class ring from the Army-Navy Academy. "This is going to look so boss with black angora around it; especially with my cheerleading outfit."

"You're a cheerleader?" J asked, dropping his head, and shaking it in the negative. "I should have known."

"What's wrong with being a cheerleader?" I demanded, pulling away from him. "I'm not some ditzy blonde bimbo. I have a three-point-eight GPA."

"It's not that," J said apologetically, slipping his arm around me. "I can just see it now - me having to kick the entire football team's ass."

"And what about you, Em?" Emmett inquired of his new girlfriend. "Are you into cheerleading, too?"

"No, thank you. I'm the more conservative type," she replied modestly.

"She's the ASB president," I ratted her out. "And she has a perfect four-point-o. She'll no doubt be our Valedictorian. I'm hoping to be Salutatorian."

"Looks like we've hooked up with a couple brainiacs," Emmett said pride evident in his voice. "And you said they'd be a couple easy pieces..."

Just before Em and I could go for J's throat, Emmett roared with laughter. "Just kidding," he chuckled. "He didn't really say that. In fact, what he did say was, 'you get the red-head, and I get the blonde.' Right?"

J kissed my cheek, and then confirmed, "Yep. I get the blonde. Right?" The question had been aimed at me, so I quickly answered.

"The blonde is all yours. Don't even think about any stupid football players. The head cheerleader doesn't always go steady with the quarterback."

"Do you want a coke, or something else to drink?" Emmett asked cordially. "I know we have plenty of beer, if you like it. Maybe some wine."

"I'll have a glass of wine," Em said. "Cam and I both grew up having wine with dinner."

"What kind of beer?" I asked. "I think I'd like to try that."

"I like a girl that drinks beer," J remarked, smiling at me. "It's Coors, and it's cold. Grab two while you're in there, Em."

Emmett returned with three beers and a glass of wine. We cranked up the music, and got in the party mode. Two rounds later, the alcohol kicked in, and both couples were making out and getting hornier by the minute.

J took me by the hand, and led me into his bedroom, closing the door behind us. He climbed onto his bed, stretched out on his side, and crooked his finger, motioning for me to join him. I laid down next to him, feeling lightheaded and slightly drunk.

"Are you ready for me to make love to you?" J asked his voice barely above a whisper.

"Um... you mean go all the way?" I slurred, and blinked several times in an attempt to focus my eyes on his face.

"Uh...yeah," he muttered. "Guess we'll just have to save that for another time."

"Why come?" I asked, snuggling up to him. "I already let you touch it, and see me naked. And I liked it. Isn't doing it the next step?"

"It is, unless one of you is drunk," he sighed. "You have to know what you're really doing, Cam. Right now I'd just be taking advantage of you. I want you to give yourself to me because you really want to. The beer is talking, not you."

"Maybe I'm a little lightheaded from the beer, but I really did like what you did to me at the beach. I've never done that before. You know... that wet stuff. I've never touched a guy before either, and it blew my mind. Can you do that to me again?" I was nearly begging. "I mean, I'm your girlfriend, right?"

"You're mine, Cam. All mine. And if you're really straight, I'll do whatever you want. In fact, let me show you something else that will totally blow your mind."

J started kissing me again. Our tongues danced together, from my mouth to his and back again. I felt his hands slip under my top, and push my bra up, exposing my tits. He slipped my shirt off, and then tossed my bra over his shoulder. His mouth found my hard nipples, and suckled them like a hungry infant. My panties were flooded instantly.

I was squirming on the bed, my hands holding his head to my breast as I pushed them toward his open mouth. He sat back, unfastened my belt, and unzipped my pants. Hesitating for a moment, but getting no protest from me, he slowly slipped my jeans down my legs, and off onto the floor.

Gasping in short breaths, I closed my eyes in anticipation of what I hoped would happen next. At first, he rubbed between my legs on the outside of my soaking panties. Then, he slid two fingers in the elastic around my legs, causing me to jerk, and hold my breath.

As his fingers had my focus on his rubbing my wet folds, his other hand easily slid my panties off. He spread my legs, bent my knees upward, and placed my feet flat on his bed. J moaned at the glistening pink virginity awaiting him. Gently, one finger probed the open entrance to my core. I tightened all my internal muscles in response. His magic fingers had me back in the clouds he had introduced me to at the beach earlier. I began rolling my hips as he as requested then. His breathing became erratic and raspy. I could feel his hand trembling as he touched me.

Suddenly, the sensation changed somehow. He was still rubbing my sex, but it felt different; his touch had become warmer, and softer. I opened my eyes, and glanced down. His mouth was between my legs, and he was licking me. I began sucking in air, my heart racing and beating wildly in my chest. This was beyond the clouds. This was a whole new galaxy. I was trippin' in the Milky Way.

A couple flicks of his tongue on my nub had me exploding all over his face. He licked his lips as if he liked the taste. I pulled him up on top of me, and kissed him, licking his lips and the inside of his mouth. Sex-wetness didn't taste bad at all, I decided, wondering what his stuff tasted like.

His hard cock pushed against my stomach, as I reached down and unzipped his pants. He pushed them, along with his boxers, off his legs and onto the growing pile of clothing on the floor. We were both naked, him lying of top of me, grinding our bodies against each other. His cock slid between my legs, rubbing against my slit.

"Are you ready for this?" J whispered in my ear. "If you're not, you better do something right this second, or it's going to be too late. I'm not going to be able to stop."

"I don't know," I whined, biting my lower lip. "Do you love me? Are you going to marry me?"

J rolled off of me, onto his side. He took several deep breaths before he spoke. He closed his eyes, thought for a second, then looked at me. "Yeah, Cam, I love you and I do plan on marrying you."

A/N: Looks like the bases have almost all been hit, just not a home-run yet! Come back to see what our foursome gets into next time.

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