Well, hello. Nice to see your friendly face again.
I know, I know. The sudden disappearance was troubling but I am back with this beautifully charming update. Before introducing you to it, I wanted to mention a few things, if you don't mind.
First and foremost, thank you for all the reviews last chapter. It was a VERY hard-hitting, dark chapter and I was iffy about writing it especially with the suicide attempt scene. I'm glad the words crafted together were able to move you and allow you to connect more with Emily's character. That was my main goal, for her to be given a voice after being silent after all these years. You and Alison definitely are now able to see what kind of Emily we're dealing with here. She is undeniably different from all the Emily's I've ever written. I'm also happy for those who picked up on the PLL easter eggs I threw in there especially with "The Jenna Thing". I love doing small stuff like that.
Secondly, even when it seems like I've left, please believe that I haven't and am working towards updating. With the constant reviews of being frustrated due to no update, trust me, I'm frustrated too. I promise I will inform you guys if I'm ever going on a break. I would not vanish on you randomly.
Lastly, I quite enjoyed the increase of traffic this story has been getting from the very vocal naysayers. As much as they have trashed this story, shared it to others to ridicule, and have accused me of being all kinds of troubling labels, AoA is not stopping. Sorry. Nice tries, though. It was fun to read.
Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for…
Enjoy. From me to you.
CHAPTER #7: Pink Panther
Italics means thoughts, emphasized word or action. Bolded is a flashback. (….) is an indication that time has passed.
The sounds of a television program runs in the background of Alison's thoughts as she stares at her phone. Laying in her bed, fully dressed with nowhere to go, she crosses her legs at her ankles while the sun begins to dwindle into a sunset outside her window. She impatiently waits for a response back to the text she sent. Although she had sent it less than 60 seconds ago, the anticipation was too much to bare.
She gazes back at her TV, halfway into an episode of a show she paid absolutely no attention to. She wasn't even sure why it was on but she figured she needed some kind of background noise during all the silence.
1 New Message
Today 5:36pm
Emily: I'm at the library with a student right now. Will be done in about half an hour.
Alison sits up, reading the response back to her simple "what are you up to?" text. It's been nearly two weeks since Emily's big reveal and while it was a throat-chop, speechless kind of reveal, Alison made sure she didn't allow that to alter any existing feelings she had. She decided to move in toddler steps with how she wanted to continue whatever relationship she began blooming with Emily. And Emily was more than fine to honor that request.
Alison: Which one?
Emily: Sterling.
Because of Emily's reveal, it forced all the tools on Alison's side of the yard for her decision making. If she wanted to leave, she had the right to do so. But, if she wanted to put things together and start building something, she also had that option. And with that, Alison had total control of what she wants to happen between them. Even if it meant she would have to be the one to initiate things because of Emily's fear of going "too fast".
Tonight, after much deliberation, is Alison's first attempt at building with her tools.
…
After walking ten minutes from her dorm to the Sterling Memorial Library on campus, Alison strolls through the many sections of the building until she spots a glimpse of Emily in the far distance of one of the common areas. To keep her presence unseen, Alison tries to blend in with the quiet and scarce crowd by grabbing the first book she saw on the shelf next to her and pulled up to an empty table, discreetly hiding her face all watching Emily from the other side of the room.
As far as she's been told, she and her group of classmates were Emily's first tutoring experience. And with their session being done, Emily has gotten requested by other students in need of extra help. Alison curiously stared as she saw one of those students appearing to be a peer of hers - A young, redhead sitting next to Emily, smiling brightly as they whisper and lightly laugh with each other. Alison's eyes narrow watching the redhead gaze at Emily, nodding her head every few seconds as she listened to her talk.
"Hm. How cute." Allison mumbles, almost inaudibly, with a flick of a raised eyebrow.
At that exact moment, Emily says something that triggers a muffled yet snickering laugh from the redhead, causing her to rest a hand on Emily's arm. Alison sighs deeply as she shifts in her chair, moving her eyes to the book she was supposed to be reading as she waited for Emily to finish for the evening.
…..
Almost 20 minutes past 6pm, 20 minutes past when Emily should have been finished, the redhead says her goodbyes as she grabs her things and makes her way out of the library. Alison waits until she is out the door when she gives up her spot. Putting the book away, Alison shoves her hands in the pockets of her jacket as she walked towards Emily in a leisure pace.
"Sounds like you were having a riot. Care to share what was so funny?" Alison caught herself almost asking. Hearing how psychotic she sounded, she bit back immediately. It was way too early to show any of those traits.
"Guess who?" Alison sweetly smiled, approaching an Emily who was slouched back into her chair, holding a paper out in front of her.
Emily glances up from the document, a playfully exhausted smile spreading on her face.
"Hey, you."
"What are up to? Isn't tutoring done for the day?" Alison questions Emily's unmoving position as she rests her palm on the table, standing across from her.
"Yeah," Emily clears her throat as she sits up. "But I promised my student that I'd read over her paper. It's on how can research on hydrophobic-hydrophilic surfaces help create-"
"Yikes. That sounds like a boring way to kick off your Friday night." Alison shamelessly cuts in before Emily can finish. She really isn't in the mood to hear about anything in the realm of science.
"Well, I'm not doing anything tonight so I don't mind reading up on this, really." Emily replies. Looking up from the paper, she noticed a different look on Alison than before. Her eyes were more narrowed with a slight turn of her face that gave her a side eye and a subtle curve at the corner of her lips that made her appear to hold back a smirk.
"Unless….you….want me to do something?" Emily switches up as she tries to translate Alison's expression accordingly.
Her side-eye turns into a bright smile as if Emily said exactly what she wanted to hear. That she would be free tonight.
"The carnival is in for the weekend and I thought we could go. Me and you. Play some games…get on some rides..." Alison tries to persuade her. "It'll be fun."
Emily grimaces, lifting up the paper. "Yeah, but I really need to read-"
"Is that paper due tomorrow?" Alison asks bluntly.
"…No."
"When is it due?"
"Monday."
"You have the entire weekend to review it and give it back to her, Emily. She's not going to die if you don't give her a response right away." Alison reminds her as she walks around the table and helps Emily put her materials together and into her bag.
Without much resistance, Emily had no choice but to follow suit and pack up since Alison seemed to really want to go out. She was right, she didn't have to give her feedback right away. Besides, if Alison wanted to go out, why would she turn her down? For a night of reading, no less. This could be their first real date. Isn't that what she hoped Alison would allow them to have? A chance at trying things out? Emily quickly snapped out of her "tutoring" mode and decided she was going to go out to the carnival tonight.
"Alright, let's go." Alison clears off the table, holding one of Emily's textbooks close to her chest. "We're taking your car because I walked here."
Emily's eyes snapped up at Alison just as she turned and walked away.
"Wait, you walked? In the cold? From where?" Concerned by this remark, Emily quickly slings her bag over her shoulder and pushes her chair in before she tries to catch up to Alison's fast pace march.
"You know I could have picked you up, right? Why didn't you text me?"
…
Driving about 25 minutes into the city of Bridgeport from New Haven, they arrived to the said carnival Alison spoke of. With the now night sky looming over them and the bright colorful lights creating an attraction for all those around, it joins them in their fun as they paid for overpriced tickets, wandered around, hoping on rides, and trying a hand a random games.
However, somebody couldn't get let the games go.
"Alright, gimme another. I got it this time."
"Emily."
"Nonono, I got this! The other ones were practice. I can do it."
Emily hands the game worker another three dollars in exchange for three more softballs. Alison stands next to her, crossing her arms as Emily rolls her shoulders and readies herself. With laser focus on the large milk jug in front of her, Emily lightly tosses the ball up towards the top opening just for it to bounce off the rim.
"Dammit." Emily hisses under her breath. She shakes her head, forcing air out of her mouth before she looks up at the jug once more for another toss inside.
The ball rolls around the rim just to fall off the side.
"What the hell!" Frustration boils within Emily with yet another miss.
Over her losses, Emily stands firmly with her eyebrows pinched and face tight. She grips her last ball securely and swings her hand upwards, releasing it into the air…..
Hitting the rim again.
"Come on!" Emily spins around in denial with her arms in the air. Before another second went by, she dug into her inner jacket pocket.
"No." She shook her head with defiance. "No, I'm going to get this. That panda is mine."
As soon as she pulls out her wallet, Alison lunges for her hand.
"Noooo, you're not." she yanked it from her in attempt to save her from herself. "You're done here."
"Alison, this is so easy!" Emily whined, pointing at the game display as the worker patiently waited for her to pay him some more for extra tries.
"Is that why you spent already $12 here and are about to make it $15? Just to throw a ball into a jug?"
"But I got this!"
"You'll live, Emily. Let's go." Alison grabbed her arm and turned her around to walk away from her own destruction. If she didn't step in, she's sure Emily would have blown over $20 easily trying to win that game.
"….I could have gotten it." Emily grumbles with irritation.
"You probably would have." Alison agrees. "And you probably would have made that guy bank too."
Emily sighs aloud, her breath creating a mist of fog in front of her as her eyes scanned the scene. "I'm going to get you one of those big, stuffed animals somehow. One way or another."
Alison shook her head with a small smile creeping on her face. After a few bogus games, they came across the milk jug toss and Emily felt really confident she could win it and get the big prizes for her. Too bad Emily almost gambled her pockets away to do so. But she couldn't lie. The gesture was adorable.
"What do you feel like doing next?" Emily allows the game to wither into the past. "Anything look interesting?"
"We can try out the food they have. I'm in the mood of something tasty and…..fried."
"Fried Oreos?"
"I said tasty not heartburn inducing."
Emily cracks a laugh as they both walked towards the food area where multiple booths were tented right next to each other. The sweet mixture of cooking scents made Emily's mouth water the closer they got. The sugar in the air was intoxicating. It made her realize how long it's been since she's actually eaten something
"What about something like…." Alison trails off as she reads each sign above the food booths until one of them caught her eye.
"Funnel cakes."
"Ah. Funnel cakes." Emily repeats with a nod. "The crack cocaine of carnivals and fairs. Perfect."
And honoring Alison's wishes, they have a moment of downtime and enjoy all things grease and unhealthy - Alison getting her funnel cake and Emily settling for some corndogs and fries. From people watching to listening to a random performer who decided to entertain the eaters and those walking past, Alison finds her eyes set on Emily several times. Ever since that reveal, she would think about Emily more than she ever did. Her thoughts were multifaceted and overpowering. Even when she shouldn't be thinking of Emily, she can't help but to let her mind wander and distract her from whatever was in front of her. But as of this week, Alison has had a specific thing in mind that she kept falling back on.
…..
After indulging in their snack break, the girls continue to stroll through the carnival, getting on several more rides. They begin to reach the back of the lot when a voice calls out to them.
"Hey, you look like you got a good swing. Why don't you try it out on my bag here?"
Alison and Emily's attention turns to a gentleman somewhere in his 30s, standing next to a red and black arcade game kind of machine with lights flashing all around it and a red speed bag attached to the front, enticing stranger to try it out. He beckons them over to the side. Curiously, they bite the bait with Alison leading in front.
"Five dollars for three tries at hitting this bag." He begins to explain with a fast paced speech, rubbing his hands together as he spoke. "If you get to a certain number, you'll get a prize. Having three chances worth of releasing frustration and getting a prize for five dollars? Sounds like a steal to me."
As Emily eyes the machine, Alison crossed her arms, skeptical at this setup. "What's the catch? Is that bag made out of sand or something?"
"No sand, no catch! Just a test of strength. Almost like those hammer games where you slam it down and try to ring the bell. It's like that." his thick New England accent assured her.
Alison looks over at Emily for approval. "You wanna try this?"
"Why not?" Emily simply shrugs. "We've tried everything else."
With the silent agreement, Alison reaches into her small bag strapped around her and pulls out a five, handing it to the guy. She tells herself this will be their last game because she cannot afford to pay out of pocket anymore. The worker happily accepts her admission and starts it up for them, explaining how all they have to do is hit it and it computes the power of the strike on the screen from 1 to 999. Alison assumes Emily is going first until Emily insists that she take the first try.
Staring at the speed bag, Alison walks up to it, cocking her right arm back and slams down her hand on the bag, knocking it up into its small compartment.
"And there she goes." The employee rests against the machine as they all watch the electronic numbers speedily climb from the momentum. After a few seconds it slows down before the red numbers finally stop.
"724." he announces with a pout of his lips. "Impressive!"
Emily on the other hand gawked at the screen in stunned amazement.
"724 out of 999? All of that from a slap?!"
"That means you don't ever want to get her angry." the guy covers the side of his mouth like he's telling a secret, however, Alison hears him loud and clear and proudly takes the victory with a devious smile.
"Nope." she brags, raising the hand she slapped the bag with. "This hand….is of mass destruction."
With a small chuckle, the worker turns to point Alison at his prize display filled with stuffed animals of all sizes and various amounts of toys from yo-yos to glow in the dark vampire fangs.
"Alright, sweetheart, you can get one thing you want from here on down."
Alison ponders for a second, checking out her options before she extends her finger towards a purple plush monkey, sitting with its long limbs on its lap with a large smile on its tilted head.
"Can I get that purple monkey?"
The guy pulls out a claw stick and pinches the monkey in its grasp and brings it down for Alison.
"With this one, it has velcro on its hands so you wrap them around and can stick them together." he informs her as he passes over the little fellow. Alison holds it to her face like she was holding a kitten, smiling at its goofy grin.
"Looks like it's your turn now." the employee snaps Emily out of her gaze of staring at Alison with her new toy with a small smile on her face.
"Hm?" she raises her brows, not hearing what he said.
"You gonna take a swing? There's two more chances left."
"Oh, right. Yes." Emily shakes her head, loosening her arms. "I'll try it."
With Alison and the man waiting, naturally, on-lookers from people walking past them slow down to check out the game, seeing if it was something they wanted to try.
Emily stands with her feet shoulder-width apart, her left foot closer to the bag as she gets into a sturdy stance. She stares at her objective as she balls up her right hand into a tight fist. Shuffling forward, Emily throws a punch, skimming just the side of the bag with barely enough force to knock it up into its upper compartment.
Everyone's eyes snap to the screen as Emily grimaces in dissatisfaction, rubbing her knuckles from the bag that hurt more than she expected.
"611." Alison reads off the final number before glancing back at Emily.
"Yeah, I kinda…." EmiIy reenacts her punch in an awkward, self-recovering from embarrassment manor. "Kinda missed the aim with that one. I….that was bad."
"Oh man, you gotta try again. You gotta try it again." the worker enthusiastically encourages Emily as he pulled the bag back down for another go. "You gotta redeem yourself after that one. You don't wanna look bad in front of your friend here. She got 724 off a slap."
A smug smile parks on Alison's face as her hand lightly brushed against her new toy monkey.
"Now I'm starting to wonder how she got that high." Emily soothes her knuckles. "That bag is pretty tough."
With Alison continuing her prideful smile, the worker step up to Emily, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Let me tell you somethin'. I've seen chicks come and go with this machine and ain't none of them cracked past about 830. None of them. High 700s. Very low 800s but never above 830."
"She can get over 830." Alison announces shamelessly, either trying to spark some kind of forced motivation or set Emily up for failure.
"Oh, really?" the worker cocked his head at Alison in surprise. "After a take like that?"
"Yep." Alison confirms.
"Hooo-ooooh! Now you gotta deliver. She's putting you up on game in front of everybody!"
"I don't know why she is." Emily forces a smile in Alison's direction while Alison flashes one back, using the little monkey hand to mockingly wave at her.
"Hey, look. I'll tell you what." the guy leans over the counter of his display and grabs a white Styrofoam cup. "Tonight is a good night. People are good, the weather isn't too bad, I got a text from a girl I've been trying to hit up since junior year of college soooooo, it's safe to say, I'm feeling pretty super. Give it another go and I'll make the deal sweeter for you. If you….what's your name?"
"Emily."
He swallows a quick swig from his cup. "Emily, if you are able to hit my bag and get past 830, I'll give you the top prize choices. Just because I'm that guy."
Now with a small crowd of five other people, two of them being children, being hyped by Alison and the worker that she needs to surpass the goal of 830, Emily takes a deep breath and readies herself in a stance again. Not only is her name and pride on the line, Alison is watching and there's no way she could botch this again in front of her. How embarrassing would it be that Alison can slap a bag and get over 700 points but she missed an object that was completely still? This is her moment to look good. She already lost almost every other game she's played.
Emily practices twisting her hips while throwing a slow punch, only focusing on the technique of her movements. She does this a couple times before she feels comfortable enough to try one last time. Alison watches on, chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes glazed over Emily's motions.
Pushing off the heel of her back foot, Emily shifts her body weight onto her front foot while turning her hips, thighs and stomach muscles slightly to the side. She forms a fist at the last moment before striking, tightening her fingers into the palm of her hand on impact with a grunt and a loud clash of the bag being slammed into its compartment.
"Goddamn." a voice is heard commenting from the background.
Fuck…Alison comments within the confines of her own mind. Almost every week she sees Emily in a new light, it seems. One moment she's an eager tutor, then she's a former drummer, now she has this apparent strength grabbed her attention right away. She doesn't know if all that time banging sticks have caused her to grow muscles but that flash of showing off certainly made her stop and stare.
Emily gawks at the screen along with everyone else as the red glowing numbers speed through the hundreds.
500.
600.
700.
800.
"Here we go, here we go!" The worker excitedly watches.
820.
830.
850.
900.
912.
"Yes!" Emily pumps her fist in victory but quickly goes to rub her now sore hand. Alison skips up to her, grabbing a hold onto her arm with a bright smile.
"See? What did I say? I told you that you could do it." she nudges Emily as the worker claps Emily on.
"Well, damn. You probably could knock a guy's head clean off his shoulders with that hook." he teases. "But, I am a man of my word. You can get whichever top prize you fancy."
Emily walks up to the display case with her eyes scanning past all the colorful options of possessions. Although she was the one that won, she turns to Alison instead.
"Which one do you want?"
Alison raised a curious brow. "Me?"
"Mhmm." Emily simply nodded.
"Well, since you asked….." Alison gladly sways her sights back onto the rewards with a crafty smile, not even going to modestly turn down the offer or act as if she would rather have Emily chose something for herself.
"I pick…..that one."
Verifying her choice to make sure, Emily points the worker to largest toy hanging on the very top. "We'll get that one, please."
"Alright. One Pink Panther coming right up."
…..
Walking around with a large Pink Panther plush toy held under Alison's arm and the purple monkey hanging around Emily's neck, they bypass people glancing at them as if they wearing some sort of badge of honor. It was getting late and they knew it was nearing the time to head back toward campus after such an eventful time. However, before calling it quits, Alison suggested using their remaining tickets for one last ride to end the night.
The Ferris wheel.
Upon getting inside their personal pod with the door sliding shut behind them, they sit together on the bench as they are slowly moved up the railings.
"Wow. It's pretty toasty in here." Emily slides her hands into her coat pocket, pulling out her phone. "I expected it to be freezing."
Alison looks around the small pod, only seeing their single bench and the 360 windows all around them.
"There's probably a heater in here or somewhere since it's already cold outside. Maybe to enhance the experience or something."
"Good to know they're keeping up with the times."
Emily swipes back and forth on her phone before typing away at her keyboard as Alison watches on. Their seat moves forward slightly another level up in silence. Alison slightly sighs to herself as she smoothed her hand on her Pink Panther, looking out the window next to her. Inner-thoughts swarm her mind like static interference on a grainy television program. Her impulses became too overwhelming to ignore.
"I want to thank you for coming out here with me." Alison turns to Emily, her eyes falling on the phone still in Emily's hand.
"Yeah, it's no problem." Emily nods before she also twists her head into Alison's direction with a soft smile. "I had fun."
Alison springs forward into Emily just as Emily looked back down at her phone, planting her lips right on her cheek as she barely missed her mouth.
Stunned by this move with her eyes rather wide, Emily shifted her attention back on Alison as Alison backed up. Before she could say anything, Alison tries for attempt number two and kisses her correctly this time, pressing her lips onto hers.
For a moment, Emily sat there similar to a shy teenager being kissed by the hottest person in the room on the first round of "Spin the Bottle". The initial freeze, however, melted away just as Alison pulled back.
"Thank you." Alison whispered, looking into Emily's face with her delayed eyes slowly opening.
"Its….no problem."
Alison's fingers glide across the collar of Emily's coat as she kept the close proximity between them.
"Am I moving too fast for you?"
"N-no." Emily manages to push out, clicking the lock button of her phone and placing it back into her pocket without breaking eye contact. "No, you're absolutely fine."
Alison silently nods before she goes for another kiss. Emily responds much livelier than before, kissing her back with the same softness while Alison's hand rests on Emily's knee. As few more seconds went by, Alison works her way up Emily's lap as she pressed herself up against Emily within their rather small yet sweet kisses.
Alison's hand finds themselves inching to Emily's groin, causing Emily to pull back a bit.
"Uhm. I-"
"I know this week has been long for us with school and work and everything." Alison immediately kick starts, recoiling her hand back to Emily's thigh. "I just…want to tell you how appreciative I am of you tonight. Especially with you ditching a paper for a little time with me."
Emily chuckles with her eyes lasered on Alison's hand before she looks up at her. "I'd do this anytime for you."
Getting confident again, Alison carefully begins to circle Emily's inner-thigh as she raised her hand higher.
"Ali…" Emily breathed out with her chest slightly puffing from the deep inhales she started taking out of surprise.
Alison gazes intensely up into Emily's expressive, brown eyes. "Can I do this?" she asks, barely above a whisper.
Stuck into her stare as if she was being frozen in time, Emily opens her mouth to say something but couldn't find the right words. As Alison continued to caress her, Emily felt the rush build up in-between her legs.
"D-do you want to? Do this?" Emily finally speaks up, stammering just a tad.
"Why not?" Alison shrugs. "It's not like anyone can see and I doubt they have cameras in here."
"You don't know that." Emily shakes her head with a forced laugh, scanning around the interior of their pod. "If they have heat, they could have cameras."
"They don't. They have cameras in rides where they can make money selling pictures and videos back to you." Alison reassures Emily's temporarily paranoia. "There is no profit in Ferris wheels especially when you can take your own pictures and videos."
"Well….then…" Emily reaches over Alison and grabs the Pink Panther, turning its head, facing it away from them and towards the window.
Deeply tickled by this rather innocent maneuver, Alison snickers into an entertained giggle. She looks at Emily with furrowed brows and a tight smile, trying to hold back from laughing out loud.
"Why?" she asked, pointing at her Pink Panther now looking as if he was put on timeout.
Emily rubbed her palms against her jeans with a mixture between a grimace and an awkward smile. "I guess I'm kind of nervous."
"Why are you nervous? You weren't nervous at the New Years' party." Alison raises a suggestive brow.
"Actually, I was!"
"When? Because you certainly weren't nervous when you kissed me at midnight."
"When? Okay, let's see." Emily scrunched up her face to think while she lifted her face up towards the ceiling. "When I first spotted you, I was taken completely off-guard. When you pulled me off to the side away from everyone else and flirted with me over drinks, I was nervous. When you kept touching my thigh, I was nervous. When you kissed me for the first time, I was nervous. Besides, if I may add, at the ball drop, you kissed me."
Alison's mouth falls out of shock. "What a fucking lie!" she gasps with a huge grin. "You kissed me! You initiated the kiss!"
"Okay but you wanted to kiss me. And the thought of that within itself made me nervous."
Alison leans into her laughing, making Emily chuckle herself.
"Plus, I couldn't show all of those nerves too much because I didn't want to look bad."
"You wouldn't have looked bad, Emily." Alison regains herself after the brief moment of amusement. "You don't have to uphold this fake calmness if you're uncomfortable or nervous."
With a light headshake, she subtly switches up her demeanor and leans into Emily again, this time by her ear.
"But….you want to know something? Earlier with that game?" she asks, softly spoken. "The way you punched that bag was very impressive, if I do say so myself. However, I would be lying if I didn't say that it turned me on a bit…"
Alison gently kisses the warm skin of her earlobe.
"There was a lot of strength behind that…and I couldn't help but wonder….what other talents do you have?" she trails her kisses down to Emily's jawline as she gradually rubbed the front of Emily's dark blue jeans. "You certainly seem like a jack of all trades."
Using her other hand now, Alison begins to undo Emily, pulling apart her belt, loosening the button and taking down the zipper. Emily bites her lip and raises her head up towards the ceiling again as Alison gets closer and closer to doing something she couldn't take back once done.
Alison continues to soothe Emily with now neck kisses as she quickly warmed her hands up with a fast rub before she slips into Emily's pants. She comes in contact with the warmth of Emily's bare skin and so far, nothing feels that much different. Her curiosity was bubbling over but she had to keep herself calm and collected. She didn't want to make things awkward by going into Emily's pants and inspecting her genitals like a science experiment just because she was borderline fascinated by this condition once she learned more about it. As her hands move more south, the area where one would feel the indication of a clitoris, Alison came across the shaft. And just from the touch, it appeared to be rather flaccid and miniature.
Emily breathes in heavily yet quietly through her nose as she pressed her lips together. She didn't notice that Alison stopped kissing her and was nuzzled close up, staring directly at her. She felt Alison's small, slender, and soft fingers wrapped around her, tugging lightly at it. This was the first time in years someone else has touched her other than herself and the pleasure was building rapidly at an intense level.
"Are you okay?" Alison's honeyed voice floats out ever so silky.
Emily nods her head, still focusing on her breathing.
"Do you like it like this?"
"Ye-yeah. Yes." Emily exhales out, glancing down at her pants, watching Alison's slow movements. "This is….this is good. Fine. This is fine."
Now, Alison isn't the most innocent person in terms of sexuality, however, there still was a sense of exhilaration about this that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It made her feel daring, in a way. She glanced over at Emily who looked like someone who was experiencing a handjob for the first time – trying to keep cool yet failing. The thought of this being true sat with her for a split second before she remembered the whole "Jenna thing". This had to be at least her third time getting this kind of work done on her. That is, unless Jenna was as selfish as Emily described her. Knowing that, who knows what kind of self-interested sex Emily endured from her.
Alison smiles at her. "Relax."
"You are so pretty." Emily's words tumble out through an exhale instantaneously after Alison's comment. Alison tilts her heard, a light seeming to glimmer in her eyes as Emily felt herself getting harder by the second.
"I love your hair…and-and-and your face…and your nose." Emily stammers out, blinking rapidly as she is captured in Alison's gaze. "A lot of people probably don't talk about noses but they're like-it's-you have a really good nose. Like…the best nose." she awkwardly laughs.
Alison watches on humorlessly as Emily spoke like an out of control car skidding down a street with no breaks.
"I-I just thought you should know…about your awesome nose. In case you were ever curious about it. Or maybe insecure about it, which you shouldn't be because it's honestly a great nose. I mean, everyone has a nose but yours is a top tier nose. You know, I have a boring nose but your nose just fits your face and it's…it's so good. Like, don't ever get a nose-job because you don't need it."
Alison giggles, nodding along with whatever stumbled out of Emily's mouth with the over-showering of compliments. "Oh, now I'm never getting that nose-job, all thanks to you opening my eyes."
Kissing her with pecks several times, Alison can't help but smile into Emily's mouth because of how stupid cute she's being. Who would have thought from the moment she met Emily for the first time, all professional and put together, that she would turn similar to a cartoon animation of a little furry animal pressed up against a wall with its small chest heaving in exhausted pants from a racing heart. After stroking Emily for a few minutes, she went from using three fingers to stimulate to gradually using her hand to grasp the growing erection. Doing all the labor behind closed doors, the curiosity continues to overwhelm Alison tonight by wanting a front seat view of her handy work. She's been fondling Emily from inside her jeans and just by feeling what she's been feeling, she had some sort of inclination that there was more to meet the eye. The size difference from beginning to now was noticeable by touch. Now, she wanted to see.
Setting the hint of tugging down on the front of her jeans a bit, Emily moves to help, giving her the room she needed when Alison finally pulled it out into the open. Her eyes widen considerably at the penis in her grasp but attempted to control most of her facial expressions that could potentially pull Emily out of the mood due to second thoughts. Emily stares straight at her, however, waiting for some kind of reaction now that she was completely exposed. Luckily, it was dark in the pod and there were no extra lighting inside that would flash her to the poor carnival-goers passing by.
Alison continued her light jerking movements as she took in the sight before her. As ready as she thought she was for this sort of moment, having all sorts of imaginations of how it could look like, she was still slightly taken back of the reality of it all.
Right from the jump, Alison noticed Emily is circumcised which was an interesting fact to behold. A part of her wondered what that process must have been like. Was this done when she was younger or older? Emily was also pretty smooth all around with the feel of one or two veins as she stroked. Unable to get a great look from the lighting, she appeared to be one uniformed color with a minor upwards curve. From her estimated guess, she was sporting at least 6 inches as the girth took up almost three fingers of her fingers in width - a big difference from what she felt during the soft stage. When Alison first slipped in hand down below, it felt like the length of her index finger.
Hm. Grower and not a shower. Noted.
"How are you enjoying yourself?" Raising her head with a hair flip over her shoulders, Alison decided to fill the silence that landed between them once Emily's private turned public. "Still okay?"
"Yes." she agrees, talking slower than she did before. "I'm starting to wish that we were in a different predicament than we are now. I'm trying not to-" Emily turns her head to the side with her eyes shut as the throbbing continued. "get carried away here."
"What do you mean?" Alison asks as she releases her grasp, raising her hand momentarily to her mouth as she spat into her palm, just to go back to jerking Emily off with something more than just dry friction.
"Oh my Go…." Emily breathed in deeply, pressing her back firmly into the bench seating with her mouth left open. "Sssshit!"
Just as Emily was floating herself to cloud nine, the ride started slowing down, getting closer to the flashing lights on the ground level with people starting to exit the wheel.
"Ugh! Fuck!" Emily quickly jolts forward, Alison releasing her immediately. She tries to fix herself, stuffing her now raging boner back into her pants but it refused to play obedient and lay down without some kind of strained pain.
As their stops nears and Emily managed to zip and button herself up, the obvious bulge print was creating more issues. There was no way in hell she could walk around like that.
Finally getting off the ride, Alison smiles at the operator, thanking him while Emily followed behind with a weak smile herself. She walked next to Alison back on the carnival grounds with the giant Pink Panther held in her arm, strategically placed in front of her.
…
Driving Alison back to her dorm, as they pulled up by the sidewalk, as close as Emily could get her, Alison once again apologizes for giving Emily blue balls, something that was not her intention.
"I don't want you to think I purposely did that to tease you or anything."
"Nono, of course not." Emily waves her off, shaking her head. "I know you didn't."
"I…I can finish, if you want? It's no problem."
While the question poses "who would turn down a handjob?", the thought of their relationship just beginning with Alison jerking her off in her car in the middle of the night felt so cheap and indecent. Almost like she picked her off the street and passed her a twenty to yank one out really quick before she went on her way.
"Don't even worry about it. It went down anyways." she politely rejected with a soft smile.
Alison returns the expression with a light beam of her own before she grabbed her Pink Panther and purse, unlocking the door. "Well, thank you for taking me out tonight. I really enjoyed it."
"So did I. Now hurry up before your roommates start asking questions."
A chuckle comes out of Alison as she opened and stepped out of Emily's SUV. With her just about to close the door behind her, Emily calls out for her, reaching for something she was leaving behind.
"Don't forget about your monkey." she swayed the purple toy side to side.
Alison pondered for a second before she responded. "Keep it. Something to remember me by." she winked with a kiss motioned towards Emily before she closed the door and began walking, mirroring same sense of mischief she had during their first private tutoring class, with Alison seemingly flirting in her plaid skirt.
Emily sat and watched her disappear past the entrance into the campus before she drove off with a loud groan. She lied. Her legs felt like she was on fire and in need of a cold shower to properly release the heat.
Did we really think a condition was going to stop Alison from moving on with her feelings? Nope. Probably stalled her for a bit but nothing more. She's a very curious person who likes to explore the unknown. The train is chugging along with these two in a rather interesting manor. The question now is what happens after this moment? I mean, it's hard for you to act like usual after you gave a handjob to someone. The lines have now been stepped over. It's only farther down from here.
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