CHAPTER 36

{Alyssa}

When I saw the bible in Barry's hand, I had no idea what was happening, but as requested I walked over to where he sat.

As I stood there in front of him, he looked at me in grave silence, then said, "Put your left hand on the bible and raise your right hand."

I glanced questioningly at Emma, who looked as mystified as I was, but then she shrugged and smiled, kind of telling me to go along with it and humor him...

...and so, I did.

"Good," Barry said. "Now, repeat after me. I, Alyssa Greene, do solemnly swear..."

"Uh, I, Alyssa Greene, do solemnly swear..."

"that nothing which occurs in the next sixty minutes..."

"that nothing which occurs in the next sixty minutes..."

"would need to be edited out of a PG rated movie..."

"would need to be edited out of a PG rated movie..."

"So help me, God."

"So help me, God."

Barry nodded his approval. "Emma, get over here."

The instant I did, he grabbed my left wrist and slapped my hand onto the bible and made me repeat the same oath...

...and then, tossing the bible back in the drawer, he got up and said, "All right; I'll see you in an hour."

Emma looked incredibly confused. "Wh-wh-what?"

Barry smiled at her. "I think I can put up with Trent for that long," he said...

...and suddenly Emma and I stared at each other, wide-eyed, as we realized what was about to happen.

Oh, my God!

Looking very stern, Barry said, "All right, you two, now listen to me very carefully...PG means PG! Also, one hour means one hour! And we absolutely have to leave here 15 minutes after that."

With a nod, Emma said, "It's fine; I couldn't stay longer than that anyway, because I have to get to the grocery store before it closes. I promised Grandmom I'd buy her a whole brisket."

Barry smiled. "Oh, she makes her own corned beef?"

"No, actually she uses a dry rub, and slow-roasts it, then slices it down and drenches it with BBQ sauce."

"Wow, that sounds delish!"

"It definitely is," she assured him.

Barry pointed at the travel alarm clock on his nightstand. "All right. it's now 8:53, so we'll call it 9 even; and I'll be back exactly at 10."

And then he walked out of the room, but then stuck his head back inside the door, glared at us both, and shouted, "PG!"

And then, he was gone.

Well aware that an hour isn't much time, I immediately kicked off my shoes and fell onto the huge bed (not Barry's bed...the other one(!) and sprawled on my back. "Wow, for a crummy hotel, this is a really nice mattress...and so roomy!"

I thought for sure that Emma would need more "encouragement," but only a few seconds later, she kicked off her own shoes and then sat down on the edge of the bed...

...and maybe ten seconds after that, she stretched out beside me.

"See?" I said to her. "Isn't this great?"

She didn't answer...

...so I waited in silence, not wanting to push her...

...and finally, my patience was rewarded. Sitting up, Emma reached over to me...and slid both of her hands under my hips...

...and then rolled onto her back again and pulled me down on top of her.

I let her hold me for a little while, and then, balancing myself on my hands and knees, I smiled down at her.

She looked up at me...

...for a very long time...

...but finally, she leaned up and kissed me.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her up against me and kissed her, too.

But as I did, I deliberately held back, using extreme restraint, because I know how upset and withdrawn Emma always gets during these sessions...and I didn't want to scare her into ending this one, like all the others...after only a few minutes.

Still, I knew that it was going to happen, and soon, so I mentally braced myself as best I could for the impending disappointment.

Abruptly, her lips left mine. "Alyssa?"

"Yes?"

In a voice barely above a whisper, she said, "It's been such a long week, and I've missed you."

"Emma, I've missed you, too."

Tilting her head forward and to the side, she kissed me again...

...but soon leaned back away from me and asked, "H-how much?"

Lowering her down onto her back again, I whispered, "There are no words; but maybe I can explain it this way." And then, I moved my head lower and began softly kissing her neck...

...and felt her arms tremble as they wrapped around me.

Still, I was determined not to push her...and focused on being as gentle as I possibly could. As I kissed her neck, she tilted her head back, making it easier for me.

"Thank you, honey," I said softly. "Does this feel nice?"

She didn't reply, but I felt her hands leave my back, and seconds later, her fingers slowly tangled in my hair; and I sneaked a peek up toward her face.

Her eyes were closed.

A moment later, I raised myself up off her again, and reaching down, I took hold of her third shirt button.

Her eyes were still closed, so I didn't really know what was going on in her mind, but I was NOT going to repeat my obnoxious behavior in the band closet that one day, so I whispered, "Emma, if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will."

She didn't answer, so I carefully unbuttoned it, then hesitated and said, "It's okay to put your hand on mine if you want me to stop...I promise I won't get upset."

I waited, but her hands didn't leave my hair...

...and so, I lowered my hand down to her next button. Still determined not to rush, I unbuttoned it slowly...

...and then, the next one...

...and then, the next one...

...and, finally, pulling out her shirt tail, the last one.

I wished that she would open her eyes or give me some kind of response, but she didn't.

I looked back down at her chest...

...and as I stared at the open, three-inch wide gap between the two sides of her shirt front...

…suddenly I wanted badly to kiss it.

And so, moving very slowly, and while praying it wouldn't scare her, I leaned forward, and then tilted my head down...

...and very gently pressed my lips against her bare skin.

I felt her body shudder under me, and I immediately braced myself, expecting her to push me off her...

...but she didn't. And so, I looked back down at the narrow, open space...

...and lowering my face to it, I kissed it softly again...

...and again.

Hardly daring to breathe, I put my hand on the left side of her shirt, and pushed it over to the left slightly...

...and then, put my hand on the right side of her shirt, and pushed it over to the right slightly...

...and looked longingly at the now slightly wider gap between them...

...and tilted my head down toward it and nuzzled her gently.

She smelled so nice, not like perfume, but more like some kind of fruit-scented bath soap, although I couldn't identify which one.

And, oh, my God, she's so soft! Turning my head to one side, I lay my left cheek against her bare skin, and with a blissful smile, closed my eyes...

...but almost immediately, I opened them again...

...not believing what I was hearing.

Thanks to numerous, prior snuggle sessions in the band closet's cramped uniform bin, I know exactly what Emma's heartbeat sounds like, all three or four of its variations...

...but I've NEVER heard it pound like this!

And then, to my complete disbelief, I heard something else.

At first I thought I was imagining it, so I listened more carefully...

...but then heard the unmistakable sound of ragged breathing...

...and I rapidly crawled up Emma's chest and looked down into her face.

As I did, her hands left my hair, and grabbed onto my shoulders.

Her eyes were wild and unfocused, and with her arms shaking, she pulled me down on top of her...

...and as she did, I clearly felt her nipples pressing hard against my chest.

And as I lay on top of Emma, listening to her uneven breathing right next to my ear, I wanted to cry in relief because I realized that, for the very first time, her body was actually...responding to me!

Whatever has been scaring her all these months, and has caused her feelings and her body to shut down completely was now somehow gone.

I glanced up and all around me, thinking, well, maybe it was worth it to wait so long for it to happen, because this place is so much nicer than some dingy old band closet or greasy old auto sho-

At that moment, I froze...

...and all the air left my lungs. The shock felt like someone had just dumped a barrel of icy water over my head.

All of those months of slamming my head against walls, trying to understand what was going on with her...

...oh, my God...why the hell didn't I see it before?!

And then, I heard a long, ragged gasp from Emma...

...and I looked down into her face...and, even though her eyes weren't looking at me, I could tell from her expression that she had just figured it out, too!

And then, again out of nowhere, I was hit hard by another thought.

Oh, my God, all those times I'd begged her to tell me what was wrong, and she'd tearfully refused...part of the reason was because, even though she knew what was happening, she didn't understand it fully...

...but now, finally, we both did.

Her shaking arms tightened around my back...

...and turning my face toward her right ear, I said softly, "Emma, now I know...about all of it. Not just the what, but also the why...and it's okay now...everything about it is okay."

That's all I said. There would be more than enough time to talk later. All that matters right now is making sure Emma feels safe and loved.

At that moment, I heard a sob next to my ear.

"Shh..." I told her, "everything is okay, now, I promise."

She continued to hold onto me tightly...

...but, to my relief, I felt her nod.

I leaned back as far as her arms would let me and smiled down at her.

She looked so scared...

...and at that moment, I wanted more than anything to help her feel better.

"Emma, tell me what you want," I said...

...but she looked up at me helplessly.

She didn't know.

But that was okay.

"Would you like me to...help you?" I asked gently.

She clung to me even tighter...

...and nodded.

Focusing on speaking in a calm, low, even voice, I said, "Okay, this is going to feel so nice."

Inwardly, I felt like such a liar. Aside from those few very frustrated fumbles with Emma, I had zero experience myself, and was completely clueless about how to touch a woman; but I also knew that right now, it was up to me to take the lead.

And so, I silently told myself to just continue going slow, since that's worked so far; and that every time I touch her, to imagine the same thing being done to me, and ask myself if it was something I would enjoy.

Leaning down, I kissed her gently. "Emma, I love you so much," I whispered...

...and she nodded, then she hid her face against my right shoulder. "Alyssa, I-I-"

I smiled. "I know you do, too...and I'm so glad."

She nodded...and I waited patiently, until, finally, she unwrapped her arms from my back.

And then, I crawled back down to her chest again, and, determined to keep going slowly, I gradually pushed the front of her shirt all the way open...

...and looked down at her nearly-bare chest and stomach; and then, I tilted my head forward, and began to touch my lips to it, in all directions...over and over.

Almost immediately, I heard her breathing change again, becoming even more shallow and rapid; and then, I leaned forward and kissed the soft valley between her breasts.

And then, I leaned back and looked down at her chest again, or more specifically at the un-padded sports bra she was wearing, and I couldn't believe it: the shape of her nipples were actually visible through it. Sliding my body over to the right, halfway off her, I ran my left hand softly over her cheek...

...and then, down her neck...

...and onto her shoulder...

...and then, with my own heart pounding, down one side of her chest, and directly over her right nipple, barely grazing it with my palm.

And then, to my amazement, I watched as it responded. It actually changed a little, all by itself, and pushed up harder against her purple sports bra, becoming even more visible!

And wanting them both to "match," I did the same with her left breast...

...and then, I couldn't resist it any longer...

...and I slowly but deliberately lowered my face into her cleavage.

As I began kissing her between her breasts again, I felt her body begin to move under me and her arms reaching down and wrapping around my shoulders...and then, I leaned over slightly to the left...

...and pressed my lips against her thinly-covered right nipple.

As I did, I heard a very sharp gasp, but she didn't push me away, and so, I began to kiss it. It's difficult to explain exactly how I did this, but the best way I can describe it is I kissed it by opening and closing my lips as gently as I could, with her nipple between them. Her hands tightened on my shoulders and, within seconds, her nipple went from barely firm to rock-hard.

Seconds later, she gasped again and grabbed me even tighter...

...and fearful that I was upsetting her, I stopped.

But then, with her hands still on my shoulders, she moved me over to the left...

...and understanding what she wanted, I tilted my head down and did the same to her right nipple. And as it changed under my lips, I marveled at how it felt...

...but at that moment, my train of thought was immediately disrupted...

...as I felt her hips squirm under me...

...and I smiled to myself, knowing exactly what that meant: somebody's panties were starting to get wet!

Although I badly wanted to push her bra up and kiss her bare breasts directly, I decided against it, because I was afraid that might not be PG.

And then, I seriously wondered...exactly what IS PG? Since I never get to go to the movies, and because Sin Sentry blocks every single interesting show on TV, I wasn't sure. I mean, I definitely had ideas about what types of things AREN'T PG...

...however, there was one other thing that I wasn't sure about...

...but really, really wanted to do! I lay my head on Emma's chest and took a moment to deliberate...

...and then, I mentally drew a very hard line, one which I swore I wouldn't cross...

...and then, I lowered my right hand onto Emma's belt buckle.

I felt her shudder and heard her gasp...

...and I immediately snatched my hand away...

...but seconds later, Emma grabbed hold of my wrist...

...and then, much to my surprise, with a badly-shaking hand, she moved my hand back down onto her belt.

She pressed it tightly against the buckle, holding on to it with both of her own hands, and looking at me with pleading eyes.

And I knew what she wanted.

To be reassured.

Speaking in what I hoped was my most calming tone of voice, I said, "Please don't be afraid. We won't do anything that's not PG; and I promise I'm not going do anything to hurt you."

Still, she kept holding onto my hand tightly...

...but I waited patiently...

...and, finally, she let go of it.

But instead of continuing what I had started, I crawled back up and wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me.

As I felt her arms wrap around my shoulders, I whispered, "You don't have to say it back...or say anything at all, but I love you so very, very much."

"Alyssa, I l-l-l-love you, too!"

"I know you do."

Sounding near tears, she said, "I w-w-want...!"

"I know you do," I told her, "and that's fine. Now, can you show me where you want my hand?'

I shifted my body off hers...

...and I felt her shaking hand take hold of my wrist and move my hand back down to her waist.

Determined to still go very slowly, I took my time as I unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped her; and then, I said, "Emma, lift up your hips for me."

She did and I started pushing her tight jeans past them...

...and as I did, looked down at her boys briefs (white today).

(I'm not sure why I find it so interesting, but it's always nice to know what color she's wearing!)

After a little time and effort, I managed to push Emma's jeans all the way down.

And then, I took hold of her knees...

...and slowly opened her legs.

Unfortunately, due to her jeans being tangled around her ankles, I couldn't get them apart very far...

...but it was adequate.

And then, I slid my hand sideways between her legs, just above her knees, letting my palm rest against inside of her left thigh...

...and I felt an incredible thrill ripple through me.

Oh, my God, I thought, her skin here is soft, too! She's so soft...everywhere!

And I love it!

And then, as I slid my trembling hand upward, away from her knee...

...Emma's body began to shake and she grabbed onto the bedspread with both hands.

Once my palm had reached the top of her thigh, I slid it back down...

...and then, back up again...

...and then, back down again...

...over and over...

...while listening to Emma, whose breathing was now vocal, sounding more like ragged sighs than gasps.

And then, once my hand reached her knee again...

...I moved it over to her other knees and began caressing the inside of her right thigh...

...over and over.

I sneaked a look up at Emma...

...whose eyes seemed completely unfocused...

...and as I watched, she lifted her head up and then slammed it back against the mattress...

...hard...

...and her face was contorting, in the most wonderful ways...

...and knowing what I was about to do next, my heart started hammering.

But before I could actually do it...I needed more room...

...and there was only one way to get it.

I stopped caressing her...

...and then, reaching down with both hands, I pulled Emma's jeans the rest of the way off and laid them beside her on the bed.

Putting my hands on her knees, I slowly pushed her thighs far apart...

...and then, I looked between them, up near the top...and Oh, my God!

Not believing my eyes, I leaned way in and looked closer.

But there was no mistaking what I saw.

Oh, my God...did I do that?

I did!

I did...and I feel so accomplished!

And suddenly, I needed to touch it, too, so I gently lay my palm between her legs...

...and then, pressed it up firmly against her...

...and marveled at the way her panties felt against my hand...not just wet, but also incredibly squishy, because it was obvious that the entire crotch was completely loaded with...Emma stuff!

Stuff that I caused her body to make!

Leaning up next to her ear, I whispered, "Emma, would you like to close your legs around my hand?"

Without hesitation, she did...

...and to my delight, I felt her start to squirm deliberately against my palm...

...but only seconds later, her body jolted suddenly and violently, and she cried out loudly and grabbed onto me.

Immediately I wrapped my free arm around her and looked down into her eyes.

She was terrified.

"It's all right," I said softly, "...it's all right. I know exactly what just happened to you...and it's fine. The first time is really scary. And I'm going to be honest, the second jolt will be scary, too...but then, after that, you're going to love the way they feel!"

She didn't answer, so I moved my hand out from between her legs and wrapped both of my arms around her and held her close.

"Emma, I know you're scared, but if you never believe anything I've ever told you...or ever will tell you again...please believe this: it's going to be the most wonderful feeling you'll ever have! Do you believe me?"

She held onto me tightly, but then, in a very, very small voice, she said, "Y-y-yes."

Still speaking softly, I continued, "It's only scary the first couple of times...I promise. After that, they'll still be a little...surprising, since you never know when one is going to strike, but you'll love them so much that you'll be looking forward to every single one...and constantly begging your body to make the next one happen!"

"Oh, Alyssa," she breathed, "I w-w-ant...them!"

I hesitated, but then asked, "Would you like to have the second one now, just to get the scary part of the way?"

She held onto me tightly...

...and hesitated for what seemed forever...

...but finally, she nodded.

Still speaking softly and slowly, I said, "Don't worry, it's not going to hurt, and right after it happens, we're going to stop because we promised Barry."

She nodded again.

I smiled at her and said, "Now, lie back for me...that's right, just like that."

Her arms were still wrapped around me tightly. It took nearly a minute, but finally, she let go of me...

...and reaching down, I opened her legs...

...and lowered my hand between them again.

I wasn't sure exactly what I should do, so I went with what seemed the most likely option. Putting the tip of my index finger against her, on the outside of her panties, I began tracing it lightly up and down.

Almost immediately, I heard her breathing become even faster and more shallow...and her body began shifting on the mattress.

And then, since that seemed to be the right area, I lay my entire index finger flat against her panties, in the same place...

...and pressed...

...and to my amazement, I actually felt it sink into her a little.

And then, hoping that, somehow, this was "the right way," I began to move it up and down...

...and only seconds later, she cried out again and I felt her entire body jerk hard up off the bed and then immediately fall back, and she grabbed onto my shoulders with both hands and started to sob.

I looked up at her face and to my relief, saw that she wasn't actually crying, but was instead overwhelmed.

I leaned up and then smiled down at her

"Okay, we're all done," I said, as I moved my hand away and closed her legs. "We're all done."

And then, I said, "Why don't we hold each other for a little while."

She nodded...and pulled my body down on top of her own.

"Emma, the hard part's over now...I promise."

Within a minute or two, her breathing had evened out a little, so I screwed up my nerve and said, "Can I ask you something and get an honest answer?"

"Y-yes."

"Even though they were scary, did you like they way they felt?"

"Y-y-yes."

"I promise that, from now on, you're going to love the way they feel! Do you believe me?"

"Y-yes...because I...I-"

"You what, honey?" I asked.

"Because I've s-seen your face when it happens to you!"

I smiled. "That's right. Oh, Emma, I'm so happy that you-"

Before I could finish, Emma rolled us over and pinned me under her...

...and suddenly, her hands were all tangled up in my hair...

...and she was kissing me.

And within those few seconds, to my amazement, her fear vanished completely.

To be honest, I wasn't planning to ask for anything for myself tonight...

...because Emma's been waiting so long to feel...well, all of this, so I wanted it to be entirely about her...

...but then, I saw how unafraid and self-assured she is when she's on top of me...

...and that's really, really important to me...

...and so, I kissed her back...and resolved silently to let her do whatever she wants to me.

Soon she moved her body over to one side...

...and I looked down in thrilled anticipation at my shirt being unbuttoned.

Seconds later, I felt the room's cool air against my chest, as she pushed my shirt wide open...

...but then, a rush of warmth as she pushed her own shirt back open and laid her nearly bare torso against my own.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out...

...and, suddenly, she was kissing me all over my neck and shoulders.

And then, she slid lower...

...and as I felt her lips all over my chest, I couldn't breathe.

And then, she began to move her mouth on top of my breasts, but my bra had some padding, so she couldn't do with her lips what I'd done to her, but that was okay.

And then, without warning, I felt my denim skirt being pushed up, above my waist.

With my legs shaking, I lifted my hips off the bed to make it easier for her.

Seconds later, I felt her hand on my silk-covered right hip, lowering me back down onto the mattress...

...and suddenly, my legs were being spread far apart...

...and my entire body began to shake...

...and knowing what was coming next, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes...

...and gasped loudly as I felt the warmth of her palm moving slowly up the inside of my bare left thigh...

...and as it neared the top, a violent jolt ripped through my entire body.

And then, I opened my eyes, to find Emma staring down into them, and I felt her hand slowly sliding back down, toward my knee...

...and then, as it moved back up again...

...I reached up and grabbed onto Emma's shoulders, trying to steady myself...and trying to continue meeting her unwavering gaze.

After Emma's palm had reached my knee again for the sixth or seventh time, she moved it across to my right knee...

...and because my inner thighs are such a sensitive area, it took everything I had not to shriek as her hand neared the top of it.

Then she slid it back down again...

...and then, back up...

...and then, back down...

...and then, back up...

...and then, over to the left, directly into the center...

...and then, she stopped...

...and I gasped...

...and we both looked down...

...at the huge bulge against her palm.

Seeing her surprised look, I gasped, "Oh, Emma...I'm so sorry! I should have...I didn't see you hadn't...I mean, I didn't realize you didn't notice-"

But instead of snatching her hand away, horrified, Emma leaned over and whispered, "Alyssa, would you like to close your legs around my hand?"

"Oh, my God, Emma...really?"

And a second later, I knew that she meant it...

...as I clearly felt her palm pressing up against me...

...and I closed my trembling legs, trapping her hand.

But still, as incredible as it all felt, the timing here sucks! This is the worst possible time for a heavy flow day! I'm pretty sure that my period's not as bad as Emma's, but my first day is always an actual monsoon...bad enough for me to need an overnight pad, even during the day...which is why I always wear a skirt on that day, to hide the bulge.

And I couldn't believe that Emma didn't seem to mind at al-

Suddenly, the direction of my thoughts changed completely and abruptly...

...as an entirely new idea occurred to me. As I clung to her, I said, "Emma, please talk to me. I want to hear you say something to me that's, you know, that's really, really...naughty!"

Emma looked confused. "You mean like...I want to rob a liquor store?"

"No! I mean...about all of this!"

Seeming to understand, she said, "Oh, okay...uh, give me a minute."

I waited (as patiently as I could), until her expression changed and I realized she had come up with something.

Leaning down next to my right ear, she said, in a low voice, "Alyssa, I know what you want right now...and how badly you want it. And I swear I'm not saying this to be naughty, but I actually mean this. I want you to know that, if we didn't have to be PG, I would...do it for you."

"Really?" I gasped. "Right now? Even though I h-have my-"

"Yes. I would," she said...

...but now confused and afraid of what I was feeling, I asked, "Do you m-mean...you don't think that it's...gross?"

She shook her head.

"Emma?"

"Yes?"

Now almost sobbing, I asked, "Wh-what's wrong with me? I mean, the first day is the worst day, and, I have to be honest, it's so incredibly messy...so, why am I even thinking about something like this right now? No, not just thinking about it...I mean, I really, really want to...badly!"

Speaking very slowly, she said, "Alyssa, actually I...like the idea."

"Wh-what? You do?"

She nodded and said, "I love you so much...and I love being this close to you...and since having it is such a personal thing...well, how much more intimate could you be with someone than that?"

I pondered this for a moment. "Well, I never really thought about it that way-oh, Emma, please keep talking to me like this...I love it!"

I hesitated, for a moment, then asked, "Would you really...you know?"

"I...totally would, Alyssa...for as long as you wanted me to."

"I totally would let you!"

We were both silent, but finally, I said, "Tell me how you would do it?"

Emma hesitated. "You know that right now, we can't actually-"

"I know, and I won't ask you to...I promise!"

Emma took a deep breath. "Okay, first I'd ask you to relax your thighs for me...yes, just like that."

"And then...what?"

"And then, I'd move my hand out from between them...like this."

"And then?"

"And then, I'd push your legs far apart, like this."

"And then?"

"And then, I'd ask if you have cramps."

"I do!"

"And then, I'd slide my hand down inside the front of your underpants like-" she said...

...but her fingers hesitated at my waistband.

"Emma, please keep going! I promise I won't ask you to...actually finish!"

"Okay," she finally agreed...

...and I held my breath.

"And then," she continued, "I'd slide it down even lower, like this...far down inside, and then caress your lower abdomen like this, until it stopped hurting."

As she said this, she began sliding her hand far down inside, as low as she possibly could without actually touching me "there"...

...and then she began to caress my stomach...not seductively, but so very gently, and it felt so wonderful that I never wanted her to stop.

"Emma, I breathed, "please tell me the rest. I promise I won't ask you to actually-"

"Alyssa, I don't kno-"

"Please, just tell me! You don't have to actually-it's just...I love when you talk to me this way!" I begged...

...and, after a moment's hesitation, Emma gave in. "Okay. I'd stop caressing you, and then I'd slide my hand a couple inches lower, down in between your legs...until it was resting directly against you; and then-"

She hesitated again.

"Please tell me the rest! And please keep caressing my stomach!"

She nodded. "And then, I'd extend my index finger."

"Oh God, Emma!"

"And then, up near the top, over on one side of your...I'd touch you...for as long as you wanted me to."

Now both of my legs were shaking violently, and I said, "You don't know how much I love it when you talk to me this way! What it does to me!"

Trying to hide a smile, she asked, "Is it really that much fun?"

"Oh, God, you have no idea!"

"Well then," she replied, with her hand still caressing me, "now, it's your turn."

"Wh-what do you mean?'

"Now, I want you to talk to me," she replied.

"B-but-"

"Come on, Alyssa, fair is fair."

"I...can't."

"Why not?" she asked.

"I...have no idea what to say."

"Just...say anything."

"Emma, I want to, but I can't think of anything!"

She paused for a moment, then said, "Well, tell me how you feel right now."

"Overall?"

She shook her head.

"Y-you mean...between my legs?"

"Yes. Every single detail."

I shuddered at the thought...

...but she was looking at me expectantly...

...and taking a deep, shaky breath, I began, "Right now, it's really swollen...and sensitive...and-"

I hesitated.

"And what?" she prompted.

"And tremors are shooting through it...and-"

"And what?"

And blushing profusely, I told her, "And I'm really, really wet and 50% of that is your fault!"

Emma smiled. "There's probably a compliment in there somewhere, so thank you. Now, keep talking."

"I'm sorry...but I really can't think of anything else."

"That's okay," she said, "I'll help you. I'm going to ask you questions...and no matter what they are, you have to be completely honest...and tell me everything...but first, where do you want my hand right now?"

"Up against me again."

With a nod, she slid it out of my panties and moved it back down between my legs...and then pressed it up between them...and I closed them around it.

"Oh, my God, Emma...oh, my God, yes," I whispered.

Looking down into my eyes, she continued, "Like I was saying, I'm going to ask you questions...and no matter what they are, you have to be completely honest...and tell me everything...do you understand?"

"Y-yes and oh, God, Emma...I also love when you...talk to me like this! When you tell me that I have to...to do things!"

She stared down at me, surprised. "You do?"

"Yes! I want you to m-make me...do things!"

She reflected on this for a moment, and then, sounding somewhat authoritarian, she said, "Alyssa, look at me."

I did.

"There's something I want to know...and I want the truth. Late at night, when you're all alone, lying in your bed in the dark, do you ever...touch yourself?"

"N-no, I don't...I mean, I have thought about it, but I'm not ever going to actually do it...because the only person I want touching me there is you!"

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then asked, "Well, then, when it's late at night and you're all alone, do you ever...fantasize at all?"

"Y-yes. Fr-frequently."

She nodded. "Out of all your fantasies, do you have a favorite...you know, one that you like the most?"

"Yes."

Ant then, her authoritarian tone of voice disappeared, and was replaced by one of curiosity as she asked, "This fantasy...is it like, an entire scenario?"

I nodded.

"What is it?"

My eyes widened. "I can't tell you...ever!"

"Why not?"

"I don't know...what you'll think."

Emma asked, "Does it entail chasing people down the street with a chainsaw?"

"What? No!"

"Well, then, how bad could it possibly be?"

"It's just...I know you're not going to like it," I told her.

"Well, tell me anyway...the whole story, and I give you my solemn word that, no matter what it is, I won't get mad at you."

And then, I remembered that I'd just begged her to "make me do stuff"...

...and so, taking a deep breath, I began, "I fantasize about...well, we're all alone, in our apartment, and I remind you that's it's been entirely too long since we last..."

My voice trailed off.

"Since we last...what?" she asked.

"...had sex," I whispered...

...then added, "...and then, I remind you that the last time was four hours ago, which is entirely too long to wait...because I have needs!

"And then, I push you down onto the bed, on your back, and inform you that you won't be getting back up until I've finished with you...and then..."

"And then...what? Emma asked.

"And then, I open your belt and your button, and your zipper, and pull down your pants...and it's the biggest thrill of my life to discover that you're...w-wearing pink silk panties."

The instant I said it, Emma flinched.

Hard.

"See?" I told her. "I knew you wouldn't like this...silk panties are way too girly...and I know you hate pink."

"Well, that's true," she admitted, "but you can tell me the rest of it."

I hesitated.

She leaned down next to my ear. "Come on, Alyssa, we both know you want to tell me."

With flushed cheeks, I stared up at the ceiling and continued, "And then, when I see them and tell you how excited that makes me...and how wet, you tell me that you threw away all of your other underwear, and that you have another twenty pairs of pink silk ones, just like these, and that from now on, that's ALL you're going to be wearing."

Slightly hopeful, I looked at Emma's face...

...and although I expected it, it was still incredibly disappointing to see that she does NOT share my vision!

"What kind are they?" she asked.

"Pink silk ones."

She shook her head. "No, I mean what kind?"

"Oh, definitely briefs, because I know you like high-waisted undies."

Emma looked puzzled. "Exactly what do you like about this?"

"Well, two things: picturing you wearing them...and also, because then I'd be able to do this."

Sliding out from under Emma, I rolled her over onto her back and lay down on top of her. And then, I reached behind me and pushed my skirt all the way up above my waist again...

...and then, taking hold of Emma's hands, I moved them behind me, laying her palms against my backside and began sliding them around, all over it.

"S-see?" I gasped. "See how nice they feel? It's just...I'd love to be able to do this to you."

Seconds later, Emma stilled her hands...

...and shook her head. "I absolutely hate girly underpants... I mean for myself; I don't mind them on you."

"I know."

She smiled regretfully "I'm sorry, but that's just not me."

I let go of her hands...

...and then, struggling (and failing) to hide my disappointment, answered, "I know."

Seeing my expression, she added, "But I don't mind you thinking about it...you can fantasize about me however you like."

I nodded and did my best to smile.

I thought that, since she was now on the bottom, Emma would be scared again...

...but to my surprise, her hands, which were still on my butt, began caressing me again...

...and as I felt their warmth through the silk of my panties...

...and the seductive way they were moving...

...it was doing things to my body and mind that I can't even begin to put into words...

...and then, although I was trying my hardest to hold it back, I started to sob. "Emma, I'm sorry, but I want it right now...so badly!"

"Alyssa, please don't." It's going to happen someday."

"When?"

"I don't know...but it will."

"No, it w-won't!" I insisted. "It's never g=gonna happen!"

"Alyssa, I promise you it will."

I shook my head, and then I started to cry...hard.

I couldn't help it.

I was so frustrated, from the non-stop struggling against my perpetually-unfulfilled, raging teenage hormones, and was in so much pain from the horrible, relentless ache between my legs that was now loudly demanding Emma's undivided attention...

...and which, due to that dumb promise, I was being forced to ignore.

"Alyssa, please don't cry; we're supposed to be having fun. And I promise that, if you stop, I'll make it very worth your while."

"H-h-how?"

"Um...three different ways...but you have to stop crying first."

With effort, I managed to get my sobbing under control and dried my eyes on my sleeve.

And then, I gasped...

...as I felt my bra being pushed up...above my breasts.

Emma leaned over me. "I just want to look at...oh, my God, Alyssa, they're perfect! You're perfect! Everywhere I look, everywhere I kiss you, is perfect!"

Her words touched me deeply...

...and trying not to cry again, I pulled her down toward me, and placing a hand against the back of her head...

...I gently pushed her face between my breasts.

Feeling her warm breath on my bare skin made a violent jolt rip through my pelvis...

...and then, almost immediately, a second one...

...and I held onto her tightly, wanting so badly for her to touch my breasts with her hands...

...or with her lips...

...but suddenly, her face was gone...

...but before I could even register my disappointment...

...Emma's hands were at my waist...

...and as I watched, she unbuttoned my denim skirt, from top to bottom, and laid it wide open.

And then, she opened my legs again and pressed her hand up between them.

Hard.

"Oh, Emma! That feels so..."

"Alyssa, tilt your hips up, against my hand."

"Wh-what?"

"Go ahead."

I did...

...and then grabbed onto her shoulders Oh, God! "Oh, God, that felt so-"

"Again, Alyssa. And harder this time."

"B-but, Emma-"

"Alyssa, you have to!" she demanded...

...and I obeyed. "Oh, God!" I shrieked.

"One more time...and as hard as you can."

"B-but-"

"Alyssa, stop arguing with me. You don't have a choice here."

"Okay, I wil-oh God, Emma!"

As much as I loved what was happening between my legs AND the way she was "making" me do it, this definitely wasn't PG! And we both knew we had to stop it...

...immediately...

...although neither of us wanted to!

But suddenly, her hand was gone and she was kissing me all over my chest...

...gradually moving lower and lower...

...and then, I felt her pulling the front of my panties down...

...and then, wrapping both of her arms around my lower back, she started kissing me all across my lower abdomen...

...and all the way down it.

With my entire body now trembling uncontrollably, I arched my back.

I knew she couldn't go any lower...and wouldn't dream of asking her to, but at that moment, I started to wonder, for the first time...do girls ever get kissed down there? I mean, obviously, NOT while they're bleeding...but how about the rest of the time? When they're dry? Or even...when they're wet?

And what would it feel like to have it done to me...or for me to do it to her?

I had no idea about that...or, to be honest, about anything else either, because at that moment, it was becoming incredibly difficult to think at all.

But all too soon, it was over, and I felt her pulling the front of my panties back up; but I closed my eyes as she buttoned my shirt again...and then my skirt.

It would be too depressing to watch that.

Then she reached for her jeans.

"No, let me."

Getting Emma's jeans back on while she was lying down took a while, but finally, after a lot of twisting and tugging, I got her zipped, buttoned, and buckled back up.

She took me in her arms and as I lay there, with my head on her chest, she said, "Alyssa, I love you so very, very much...and I promise, it WILL happen...all of it...just like you want."

"I love you, too, so much...and I believe you. And, Emma, I'm sorry that I-"

"Shh," she said. "We're okay, right?"

"Y-yes, we're very okay."

She looked down into my eyes. "I promise, I'm going to try to come up with some way we can...be together alone and...do everything."

"How about at your grandmother's house?"

Emma shook her head. "Sorry. I already asked if you could stay over sometime. Not only did she say no, she also made it very clear to me that we are NEVER to do that under her roof. I'm sorry, Alyssa, it's so unfair; especially since she hasn't even met you yet."

"Well, it's okay; but my house is definitely out, too."

She nodded, then said, "Look, I can't promise an answer any time soon, but I'm going to try to figure it out, okay? I do want to be with you...and do everything. I have for such a long time."

"Really, Emma?"

She nodded.

At that moment, I had so many questions, but most of all I wanted to know how long she'd wanted to...especially since she'd never been, well...physically aroused before. I wanted to talk to her about it, and about so many other things...including what I'd finally figured out earlier; but all of those conversations could wait.

Suddenly, her lips were on my neck again, and I tilted my head back as she kissed me over and over...

...but knowing that our time was almost up, we both kept one eye on clock...

...and finally, with regret, we got to our feet.

Less than sixty seconds later, we heard a key in the door lock...

...and then, Barry knocked.

"Okay, you can come in," Emma said.

I thought he would embarrass us by asking for "details" of our encounter, but instead, he said, "Why don't you two...uh, wash your hands...and don't be all day about it."

Emma and I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind us, and then we both bent over the sink.

A few seconds later, I looked up, into the mirror...

...and then, my eyes grew wide...

...and leaning in for a closer look, I smirked at the huge, very noticeable, dark wet spot on the front of Emma's jeans.

Not wanting her to know I saw, I looked back down at my soapy hands...

...however, I was still thinking about it when I dried them...

...and she noticed. "What are you thinking?"

I guess my mind was still in "naughty" mode, because I turned to her and putting my hands on her shoulders, I leaned forward and then, in a low voice, I said into her ear, "What am I thinking? I'm thinking that right now, somebody's panties are really, really wet..." I leaned back and looked into her eyes, and paused for emphasis...

...then added, "and I'm not referring to my own."

Emma's face turned bright red.

To be honest, as I said it, I felt like such a hypocrite. My pad was completely soaked; and the situation was so serious that I knew, the instant I got home, I had major mopping up to do. I mean, I could have done it right there, since I always carry extras, but it was so nice of Barry to let us use his room, that it seemed kind of...rude to leave something like that in his wastebasket.

Then I glanced down between us, or more specifically, between Emma's legs...

...and then, for reasons I still can't explain, I wanted to continue this discussion, so I said, "I also think...no, wait...I also KNOW that, even though she desperately wishes they weren't wet, there's absolutely nothing she can do about it."

Emma's body began to shake...

...and right then, I should have stopped...

...but just thinking about it made me so incredibly excited...

...and judging from the way she was trembling, she must be, too! Reaching behind her, I placed both of my palms against her back...

...and pulled her as close as I could, trapping her body against mine.

Turning to her ear, I continued, in a low voice "And so, now she has to wear those wet panties all the way home."

I paused for a moment, then continued, "...but wait! Didn't she say she has to stop at the grocery store? Yes, she did say that, which means that she's going to have to get out of her truck.

"And, I've been in that huge store before...and I know that meat counter is allll the way at the back, which means she's going to have to walk alll the way back there...

"...and then, walk alll the way back up to the front...

"...and as she does, sooo many people are going to see how wet she is, and then, they'll know what a very bad girl she just was...and then, they'll start imagining all the naughty things she's been up to...

"...but the best part of all is going to be when she gets home and finally gets to pull them down...wait until she looks at what's inside them! It's like nothing she's ever seen befor-"

At that moment, I heard a loud, ragged gasp...

...and then a sob, and I leaned back and looked at her.

She looked so upset.

And I thought to myself, damn it, Alyssa...what the hell are you doing? Be nice!

"Oh, Emma, I'm sorry. I thought you...liked the naughty way I was talking to you."

Instead of answering, she looked down at the floor...

...so I continued, "It's just...something very similar happened to me one day at school...and a lot of people noticed! And sometime in the next day or two, I'm going to tell you all about that, and when I do, you get to point and laugh at me, and I'm not allowed to get mad about-"

At that moment, she leaned forward and hugged me.

"Emma, I'm so sorry, okay?"

She nodded.

As I held her, I thought to myself what the hell is wrong with me? Any other time, I'd be mortified at even the thought of Emma being embarrassed in public, or at teasing her like this...

...so, why did I suddenly find everything about it so incredibly exciting?

And still do?

Unfortunately, this was not the time for self-analysis, so I filed the question away for very-near-future, in-depth examination...in solitude.

Finally she stopped shaking.

I leaned back and looked at her. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She nodded again.

And I pulled her close to me again and closed my eyes.

"It's entirely too quiet in there!" Barry's voice boomed on the other side of the door.

"Come on, honey," I said. "We have to go."

As soon as we came out of the bathroom, Barry turned to Emma and began saying something about a list of demands...

...and as I looked at the huge, nervous smile on her face, I absolutely could read her mind...

...which was silently chanting to him, "Don't look down! Don't look down! Don't look down!

We both thanked Barry for dinner, then I turned to Emma and said, "I had such a nice time...did you?"

She took a step closer...

...and wrapped her arms around my back...

...then rested her head on my right shoulder...

...and nodded.

I wanted to hold her hand as we walked down the hallway and out of the hotel, but she was holding onto her backpack, instead of wearing it, like she usually does.

As I got into Barry's car, I heard him wish her a good night.

We followed Emma's truck out of the parking lot. She turned right, and we turned left, but I sat looking in the passenger side view mirror, watching in silence until her tail lights disappeared in the distance.

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