CHAPTER 40
After church and a fast sandwich, I spent most of Sunday afternoon working on my term paper; hoping that if I finish it soon - and it's up to Mom's standards - she might agree to let Emma visit again sometime this century.
At five I stopped for an early dinner, but soon was hard at work again, until around 7:45 when I decided to take a much-needed break. Ten minutes later I was on the couch, reading the Sunday newspaper's comic pages while Mom sat in her chair across from me, looking through the TV listings.
Suddenly she reached for her phone.
"Hello, Emma? Fine thanks, and you?
"Oh, and how's the wrist? Well, that's good to hear.
"The reason I called is because at 8 pm Tuesday evening there's a new, two hour-long documentary about Oak Island on TV, and I was wondering, if you're free then, if you'd like to watch it with us? I'm going to be dining out with a co-worker, but I'll be home at 7:30, and you're welcome to come over then. I'm sorry I won't won't be home earlier, so I can't invite you to dinner this time, but I'm pretty sure I can offer you dessert afterward; and since there's no school on Wednesday, we can make an evening of it. How does that sound?
"What? Yes, Alyssa will be there...and, yes, I'm very sorry about it...no, of course I understand why you don't want to come now."
Pretending to take offense at Emma's "insult," I scowled in Mom's direction and shouted, "Tell her if she doesn't show up, she'll be picking her teeth out of my fist!"
Mom said to Emma, "Oh, you heard that? Well, no, I'm not sure exactly what she yelled...I think something about you needing to be kissed?
"All right, we'll see you then."
She hung up, and then looked over at me...
...and I cringed, expecting a long lecture on how it's unladylike (not to mention illegal) to threaten anyone with violence...
...even in jest...
...but instead, she got to her feet and said goodnight.
I glanced over at the mantel clock. 8:27 pm...and she's already going to bed?
Again?
For the past two weeks, Mom's been doing this. Almost every evening, instead of reading in the living room/working in her office late, like she has for years, she's been going to her room early and shutting the door...but I know she's not going to sleep right away, because I always see light coming out from under it.
Not only that, there's also complete silence...
...so, what could could she possibly doing in there for several hours every evening?
Writing in a journal? (I've never known her to keep one.)
Listening to one of those church-related podcasts with her headphones on?
I had no idea.
XXXXX
As I mentioned previously, on Monday there was an auto shop class, so I didn't get to see Emma...
...which totally sucked. But then again, she currently has 101 different things to finalize with the rest of the prom committee members, so even if the shop was available, she probably wouldn't have been able to meet me there anyway.
Thanks to Mike Roedick and his goon squad, I have no intention of ever setting foot in the cafeteria again, but unfortunately today I didn't remember to make/bring lunch with me. At noon, right after "dining lavishly" at the school's vending machine, I went back to the library and passed the rest of the hour there.
My original intent had been to study, but instead I spent most of the time daydreaming about the prom on Saturday night. I absolutely cannot wait...not just for myself, but mostly for Emma! She's finally going with me...and I'm going to be the perfect date and make sure she has the perfect time!
Since she'd refused to give me any details, I then started wondering about all of it: the menu, what Emma will be wearing, what kind of music we're going to have now that Mom's not censoring the playlist, how many other gay kids will be coming from out of town, and which of my regular schoolmates are going to be there, too.
Monday evening right after dinner, I gave Mom the prom information handout I'd been sent home from school with. She read it through carefully, then told me that Principal Hawkins had called her at work this afternoon, asking her to be one of the prom chaperons. She had accepted enthusiastically (of course!) and after a little persuading, had convinced him to put her on punch bowl patrol. She told me how excited she was about that...
...and then, even though it wasn't yet 8 pm, she said good night and went to her room...
...and once again, on her side of the door there was nothing but silence.
What the hell is she doing in there?!
I went to my own room and resumed working on my report...
...but after two more loooong hours, I finally decided that was enough for one day...
...and then called Emma.
I was worried she'd be busy with another meeting, but this time she actually answered the phone.
"No, you're not interrupting anything," she told me. "Right now, I'm sprawled on the bed. I just finished my homework."
"After not seeing you at all yesterday or today, it's so nice just to hear your voice," I told her...
...then added, "Please don't stop. I want to listen to you, so just keep talking to me...about anything."
I heard the smile in her voice as she asked, "About anything...or about something in particular?"
"Yes," I breathed. "Oh, Emma, talk to me about...that!"
"Alyssa, I was only kidding."
"No...Emma, please! Please, can we? Just for a little while?"
She hesitated, for a very long time...
...but finally asked, "Where are you right now?"
"In my bedroom."
"Is your door closed? If not, you'd better go close it right now."
"It is-oh, Emma...just hearing you talk to me this way does...things to me! I love when you tell me I have to...do things! Tell me more things to do!"
She hesitated. "Alyssa, do we really want to get into all of this right now?"
"Please, Emma?" I begged. "We don't have to...do all of it, but can we just...for a little while? I promise, I won't ask for more! Pleeeeeease?"
This was followed by another long stretch of silence...
...but finally, she asked, "Is your door locked?"
"Y-yes."
She was silent for a moment, but then took a deep breath...
...and then, I heard her voice change, as she said, "All right. You're going to walk over to your bed, and then you're going to lie down on your back."
Just hearing her authoritative tone caused a thrill to shoot through my body, and I hurried to obey her.
"Y-yes, Emma. I did."
"All right, Alyssa, you listen to me very carefully! I want you to unbutton the top of your jeans...right now!"
"Okay," I said, fumbling with one hand.
"Alright. Now, unzip them."
As I reached down to do it, I felt a sharp twitch between my legs, and a few seconds later, I confirmed, "They...are."
Now, push them down past your hips...all the way down to your knees."
"Oh, my God, Emma! You have no idea how all of this is making me-"
"Alyssa, less talking and more pushing."
I did as I was told.
Finally, and now breathing very unevenly, I said, "Th-they are."
"Now that I think about it, down to your knees isn't far enough. Take them off completely," she said...
...and with my heart now pounding, I kicked them the rest of the way off.
"Alyssa, open your legs."
"Okay, I...did."
"No, Alyssa. All the way."
"Okay. They are."
"No, Alyssa, that's not nearly far enough. Do it the right way...as far as you can."
As I did, she heard my loud, ragged gasp and asked, "Did you just, you know...jolt?"
"Y-yes, oh...Emma! Oh, Emma...please!"
"Tell me what you want," she ordered, "...and I expect the truth."
"I w-w-w-want y-your h-h-h-hand!"
"Well, then, close your eyes."
"Th-they are!"
"Alyssa, reach down with your left hand and take hold of the inside of your left knee."
"Oh...oh, G-god!"
"Now, start sliding your hand up, almost all the way to the top...and then back down again."
At this point, I couldn't speak, but my ragged breathing confirmed to her that I did.
"Again, Alyssa."
"I...I...!"
"That's right. And now, again."
"Oh, Em-m-m-ma!"
"And now, move your hand across to your right knee and then do the same thing."
"H-how m-many t-times?"
"Over and over again...until I give you permission to stop."
And so, I did...
...over and over...
...until, just as I was about to lose my mind completely, she said, "Okay, you can stop now."
But since the last thing I wanted was for all of this to stop, I begged, "Emma, what's next...please! Make me...do other things!"
She was silent for a moment, then said, "Now, I'm going to tell you exactly what to do...and you're going to follow my directions exactly...do you understand?"
"Y-y-yes. I w-will...I pr-promise!"
"Alyssa, move your left hand down, and then up between your legs."
"I d-did."
"And now, I want you to...extend your index finger."
"Oh, G-g-god!"
"And now, Alyssa, up near the very top, you're going to press your fingertip against the outside of your underpants...and then you're going to trace it down...all the way down...but, you're only allowed to do it once."
"What? Why only once?"
"I have my reasons...and don't question me."
"Y-yes, Emma...I'm sorry," I said...
...and then, as directed, I moved my hand down between my legs...
...and extended my index finger and pressed it against my panties...
...and then, I began tracing it downward...
...but before I'd even made it to the halfway point, the jolt that ripped through my pelvis was so violent that my hips jerked from side to side, and then up at least a foot off the bed...
...and it took everything I had not to shriek.
Seconds later, my badly-shaking hand was down between my legs again...
...and I pressed my finger back against myself, just above the halfway point where it had fallen off...
...then traced it the rest of the way down.
As it neared the bottom, I felt another massive jolt...
...and then, both of my thighs began shaking uncontrollably, and I begged, "Oh, Em-m-m-ma! Oh, God, oh, please...just once more! I need to do it again...just once! Just one m-more t-time! I swear, I won't do it more than once! I h-h-h-have to-"
"Don't you dare!"
"Emma, please! You have n-n-n-no idea how badly I-"
"No, Alyssa. I absolutely forbid it."
"B-b-but-"
"Alyssa, I'm the one in charge here...NOT YOU...so, you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do...no more and no less...and without any hesitation whatsoever. Do you understand?
"Yes, Emma...then, m-make me do...whatever you want!"
"Now, listen to me very carefully. I want you to put your left hand down between your legs, and press it up against yourself, as hard as you can, and then, you're going to close your legs around it...but once it's down there, you're not allowed to move it around...at all!"
As I did, I moaned, "Oh, Emma...oh, God! I wish you were here with me...because I w-w-want-"
Not letting me finish, she said, "Now, tell me exactly how that feels."
And then, even though I could barely breathe, I said, "Emma, I'm already wet! And swollen! And, oh, God, it f-feels sooo good, but I w-wish it was you instead...because I love feeling you up against me...not just your hand, but also every other part of your-oh, shit! Emma, it's 10:39!"
She gasped, "Oh, my God, Alyssa, I'm sorry! I...I didn't even notice the time!"
I immediately (but reluctantly) removed my hand from between my legs.
"Alyssa, I'm so, so sorry! I didn't realize it was that late! You're not...m-mad at me...are you?"
"Of course not."
"Are you sure?"
"There's no need for you to sound so worried," I told her. "I promise you, it's fine."
Emma was silent for almost a minute, but then, she said, "Before we h-hang up, can I ask y-you something?"
"Go ahead," I told her.
"Tomorrow evening, wh-when we're watching TV, will you...w-will y-you-"
She hesitated...
...and I smiled. "Emma, go ahead and ask me...it's alright."
There was another long stretch of silence...
...but finally, she asked shyly, "...will y-you hold my h-hand again?"
Without hesitation, I answered, "Of course, I will. But Emma, this time it's going to be from the minute we first sit down, all the way through to the end of the program! Also, even though Mom will be there with us, right now I'm advising you to be ready to...to have your cheek kissed...more than once!"
With her voice shaking, she said, "R-really? Oh, Alyssa, I love y-you so m-much. I c-can't wait to s-see you tomorrow, because I miss you so m-much and I really, really want to h-hug you r-right now."
(Aww...is she trying not to cry? Emma, you're so adorable!)
No matter how successful I may be at getting Emma to 'tell me what to do', that's not who she is at all. Instead, my Emma is really shy and has a very squishy heart...
...and it's one of the things I love most about her.
"I can't wait either, but it seems such a long way away." I hesitated, then, almost sobbing myself, said, "Emma thank you for what you just did...for all of it...I miss you so much, too!"
She was silent for a moment, but then said, "Alyssa, I want to make one thing clear."
"Wh-what's that?"
Sounding very stern, she said, "On Thursday, the next time we're in the auto shop's office, I'm going to Make You lock the door...
...and then I'm going to Make You walk over to me...
...and then, whether you like it or not, you're going to spend the entire time with your pants down around your knees...
...just like mine will be...
...because we're going to Make Each Other play "Special Spots" again!"
I went to sleep happy.
XXXXX
Every one of Tuesday's morning and afternoon classes dragged on endlessly.
I was now acutely aware that 72 hours is a brutally long time to go without seeing Emma...
...mainly because I woke up this morning with very sticky panties and with a hard, throbbing, non-stop ache between my legs...
...which still hasn't subsided in the least!
Doing my best to ignore it (with only minimal success), I reflected on the day so far. Before leaving the house I called Emma, but she didn't answer. But then again, she'd told me she was going to be busy all day, so while it was disappointing that she didn't pick up her phone, it wasn't surprising.
I tried to console myself with the fact that she's coming over this evening for a two-hour movie, and dessert afterward. Also, didn't Mom say that since we don't have school tomorrow that we could make an evening of it...which means she can stay late? I plan to hold Mom to her word, and drag the night out as long as possible before she finally sends Emma home!
I couldn't wait for the school day to end, and the instant I walked through my front door I ran upstairs and did one final edit of my term paper and then read it through carefully.
Even though this project had been a real drag (I have no interest in the French Revolution), I was happy with the results.
And I was pretty sure Mom would be, too.
There were still more than two hours to kill, so I took a long shower and changed my clothes. I want to be clean and smelling good, because while on the couch later, I intend to make sure Emma is sitting right next to me...
...hip-to-hip this time!
Mom had left dinner in the fridge for me. Following her instructions, I zapped it in the microwave, and a few minutes later sat down at the kitchen table with a heaping plate of Beef Stroganoff over buttered noodles.
Even though I took my time eating, there still was more time to kill so I washed the dishes.
Finally I walked into the living room and looked at the clock.
Only 7:03 pm.
Even though it was still early, I began to worry. Although she'd told Emma to come over at 7:30, I know how long-winded Mom's co-workers can be and was nervous that she might not be home on time. At first glance, this might not seem like a big deal - since it meant that I'd be alone with Emma - but that's the problem. If Mom can't be here to 'supervise' us, would she call Emma and cancel, rather than risk having the two of us shagging like crazed weasels on every horizontal surface?
I never found out the answer to this question, because at 7:21 Mom walked in...
...and five minutes later, we both sat down on the couch.
Promptly at 7:30, the doorbell rang.
Even though Mom was sitting closer to the door than I was, she was texting someone, so I jumped up and let Emma in...
...but before I could even say hello, my phone rang.
Closing the door hastily behind her, I ran back over to the couch, snatched my phone off the coffee table, and threw myself down onto the center cushion. Like last time, Emma sat down on my right, and Mom was over on my left, still texting.
As it turns out, the call was from Shelby. She had been stuck at home for the past several days with conjunctivitis (pink eye) and wanted to know if she could borrow my History notes for the week.
After a bit of back-and-forth to discover exactly which days she'd missed class, I said I'd make copies of everything and give them to Kayleigh - who lives only a block away from her and would drop them off.
Seconds after I hung up, Mom set down her own phone.
Turning toward us, she said with a smile, "After the show, we'll have some-"
Suddenly she stopped speaking...
...because she saw the look on Emma's face...
...and right away, understood it completely.
Getting up from the couch, Mom walked over to where Emma sat and said kindly, "Why don't you lie down for a little while."
At this suggestion, Emma nodded but didn't move.
Mom headed over to the hall closet, and soon returned with a heating pad and extension cord. After plugging them in, she knelt down in front of Emma, then untied her sneakers and pulled them off.
I got up off the couch.
Mom said to Emma, "Now, lie down on your back."
As Emma stretched out, she winced, and for the first time I saw the pained look on her face.
Due to Shelby's call, when she walked in I hadn't noticed, but now I could see she's really hurting.
Reaching down, Mom untied Emma's drawstring and pulled down her sweatpants, and then her briefs (black today). Then she gently pressed the heating pad directly against Emma's lower abdomen, as far down as possible, and pulled them both back up over it, to hold it in place.
Right away, Emma rolled over onto her left side, and with a ragged gasp pulled both knees up to her chest.
The instant I sat back down on the couch, she immediately moved her head onto my lap.
Mom sat next to me again on my left. She looked down at Emma sympathetically, then reached over and began stroking her hair.
A minute later, I heard a tiny sniff, then Emma turned her face toward Mom's hand, pressing it against her palm.
Leaning down, Mom said in a low voice, "It's okay to close your eyes, if you want to."
Then she lay her palm against Emma's cheek, letting it rest there...
...and reached for the remote with her free hand.
We watched the Oak Island documentary with the volume turned to "low."
Mom enjoyed it...
...I got an education from it...
...and because of her awful cramps, I'm grateful Emma slept through it.
