Valentine's Day arrived and I was dressing for my date. I’d met Hannah through some friends at the fraternity that I was joining and had promised to take her out. I wasn’t particularly looking forward to it, but the chances were high that I’d be getting lucky — so it wasn’t entirely pointless.

Seconds before I walked out the door my phone rang. Sobs echoed down the line as a muffled voice spoke.

“Jon, is that you?” a barely recognisable voice mumbled. “It’s Em… I could really use some of your weed right now.”

“Christ, Em, what’s wrong?”

“I… I… just broke up with Rob…”

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” I half-lied. I did feel sorry for her but I was elated for myself.

“That cunt’s been sleeping around,” she wailed.

“Tell me where you live and I’ll come right round.”

Quickly I got changed and practically ran to Emily’s — completely forgetting my poor, unfortunate date. The always-glamorous Emily opened the door a complete mess. Wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and streaks of dried tears stained her reddened cheeks. But her eyes were the largest victim, they’d lost their sparkle. No longer iridescently bright, today they were dull, algae-covered puddles.

As soon as I walked in she threw her arms around me. 

“Thanks so much for coming,” she said sniffling.

“It’s no problem, really. Now shall we smoke that bowl?”

Packing the bong I carefully asked if she wanted to talk about it.

“I called him to wish him happy Valentines, and some bitch answered the phone. Turns out she thought she was his girlfriend and he’s been fucking girls all year,” she said, bursting into tears once more.

While she took her first hit of pot I noticed that her ring was gone, a pale untanned line of skin was all that hinted to its existence.

“That’s fucking terrible, Em. Is there anything I can do?”

“Not really,” she sobbed, “It’s just nice to have someone to talk to. All my girlfriends had dates and I didn’t want to ruin their evenings as well… wait… don’t you have a date for tonight?

Suddenly I remembered Hannah but lied: “No, not tonight.”

We sat there chatting and smoking until Emily got up and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the freezer.

“Let’s get drunk!”

The hours drifted by effortlessly as we got drunk and stoned. She even laughed a couple of times but the light in her eyes was still missing. Finally, sometime after 3 am Emily announced she was going to bed, so I got up and started getting ready to leave.

“Won’t you stay? Please,” she asked, taking my hand and leading me to her room, shutting the door behind us.

Once inside she turned away from me and lifted her sweatshirt up, revealing the smooth soft arch of her back and a delicate blue lace bra. Deftly she removed it, without taking her top off, but showing a temptingly sexy view of the side of her boob. Once her sweatshirt was back down she whipped off her trousers offering a glimpse of matching underwear. Then she climbed into bed.

“Are you just going to stand there?”

Kicking off my shoes I climbed onto the bed.

“Don’t be silly. Take your clothes off,” she said.

I stripped to just my boxer briefs and tee shirt and then climbed into bed with Emily. For months I’d want to be right here with her but not in this way.

Emily lifted her head from the pillow, allowing my right arm to slide beneath her while I dropped my left arm casually across her stomach. Soon her hand reached for mine and held it tight, pulling it up to her chest and the soft firmness of her tits. Immediately I felt my dick getting harder and knew I needed to move before it pressed into Emily. Yet each time I moved away, she edged closer. Now my cock was twitching with excitement, eager to explore the beauty lain beside me.

Quietly she whispered: “Don’t move. I like it… it feels nice,” as she wriggled her ass back against my swollen cock.

I watched as she fell asleep, then stared as she slept in my embrace. Yet I barely slept a wink. Both excitement and terror flowed through me. Was this the beginning of something amazing or had I blown my opportunity? Finally, I dozed off with the girl of my dreams held tight in my arms.

As I woke, I found Emily lying looking at me, her face just a couple of inches from mine.

“You didn’t try and fuck me last night,” she stated, “I thought you liked me.”

“I do... I do like you… a lot,” I replied, “How could I not? You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. But I don’t want to be your one-time rebound. I want... I want to… be your boyfriend. Maybe one day I could ask you out?”

Suddenly it was back, that bright, shining light in her eyes, a fire reignited and shining like two stars.

“I think I’d like that… a lot,” she smiled, kissing me gently on the mouth. Her soft lips held mine for a couple of delicious seconds as her hand stroked my cheek. 

“You know, you really are sweet,” she added.

We lay in bed cuddling, chatting, smiling and even laughing for hours until Emily announced that she was hungry.

“What are you in the mood for?” I asked.

“I don’t really want to go anywhere or for anyone to see me. I guess we could order pizza, but I’d really love a big, greasy cheesesteak.”

“I’ll go and grab us some,” I said climbing out of bed and reaching for my clothes.

“You don’t have to, pizza will be fine, honestly.”

“Don’t be silly, if you want a cheesesteak I’ll go and get you one. I’ll be back in a while.”

I strolled the five blocks to Tony’s and picked up lunch for us both, plus some soda and a few other snacks before returning to Emily. Even though it was just greasy junk food, she had nicely laid the table for my return.

We spent the rest of the day together, really getting to know one another. I learned her favourite colour, food and pet's names; she told me when her birthday was and all her greatest dreams and fears. All the while Emily’s mood and demeanour steadily improved. As night fell, keen not to overstay my welcome, I told her that I should probably head home.

“Thanks for everything,” she said hugging me tightly, “You’ve been amazing.”

“It’s not a problem, I’ve had a great time, really I have.”

“I don’t believe that, but it’s kind of you to say.”

As I turned to leave I spotted a strip of passport-style photos of Emily wedged in the edge of her mirror.

“Mind if I have one of those?” I asked.

“You want one of the pictures I used for my student ID? Sure, I guess,” she replied, cutting one off and handing it to me.

“Oh and one more thing,” I said smiling.

“Yes.”

“Can I get your number now?”

Wandering home in the cold February air I was elated. Emily was better than even I had hoped and now she was single again. But even more importantly she wanted me to ask her out — I just needed to wait until she was ready — and now I had her number.

Over the next few weeks Emily and I, plus the Scottish clan met often in the dining halls for meals. Occasionally she’d invite me around to watch a movie or simply to hang out smoking weed and having a few drinks. One night as the movie came to an end and our evening was winding down I figured it was now or never.

“Em, I love hanging out with you… but… would you go out with me… you know… on a date?”

“I thought you’d never ask! I’d love to. But it better be something pretty special,” she said jokingly.

“Oh it will be, just you wait. Shall we say Friday?”

“Sounds great. See you then.”

Everything was falling into place. I made reservations at a fancy seafood restaurant and the surprise gift I had been working on for weeks had finally arrived. I had told Emily to dress up and so wore a smart dark grey Hugo Boss suit, a crisp white double-cuffed shirt with chain cufflinks, a navy, woven silk tie and my favourite black Church’s Oxfords.

Approaching Emily’s door, I’d never felt so nervous and I didn’t really know why. We’d been hanging out for weeks, we’d slept in the same bed and she clearly liked me. Yet still, I was terrified that I was about to blow it, that somehow tonight was going to backfire and I’d be heartbroken.

As the door opened my jaw nearly hit the ground, she looked absolutely incredible — even more so than at the sorority party all those months ago. Tonight she was all in red, a rich, deep red. Her floor-length gown hugged her curves like a second skin until her hips, then fell straight to the ground. A high split exposed her left leg up to her sensual thigh with every step she took. A soft halter neck showcased the smooth skin of her shoulders and her elegant neck, while a pair of perilous four-inch red heels peeked out from beneath the hem

Her golden locks flowed like cascading waves around the right side of her neck and onto her shoulder. The style appeared almost effortless but with even the most cursory of inspections it was clear that it was a major undertaking. The vivid green of her eyes highlighted the almost complete lack of makeup, a small amount of mascara, a gentle touch of eyeliner and, of course, a matching red lipstick completed her outfit.

“Wow, you look incredible. Simply gorgeous!” I blurted out.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

As she shut the door behind me I couldn’t believe my luck. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and tonight she was going out with me. Finally, after all these months she was going out with me.

Reaching into my pocket I said: “I have a little something for you.”

“You shouldn’t have, really there’s no need.”

I handed her a small envelope containing possibly the single most valuable item to a freshman at college in the US, a working fake ID, and told her to open it.

“What the fuck! How… how did you do this? Wait…wait… that’s why you wanted that picture! But will it work?”

“Yes it does and from now on you're twenty-one and can prove it. A guy I know at the fraternity gets them from someone at Rutgers, and if a fake New Jersey ID works in New Jersey, it works here.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” she replied, hugging me tightly.

We ordered a cab and headed to dinner, testing our new IDs immediately. I ordered a vodka martini while she had a glass of champagne, the waiter only glanced at our IDs before bringing the drinks. Dinner was spectacular, we talked and laughed as we shared a bottle of wine over delicious seafood.

Leaving the restaurant, Emily slipped her arm through mine.

“I think that was the best meal of my life… and the company wasn’t too bad either,” she said, turning to kiss me, her eyes shining brighter than ever. Her rosy red lips locked onto mine as my hands pulled her close to me. My mouth opened as I felt her tongue easing it’s way past my lips. Warm and soft, her tongue caressed mine tenderly for what felt like forever.

As we parted I felt a sense of genuine delight. “The night’s still young, there’s plenty we can get up to with these IDs,” I said.

We strolled through the cool night air arm in arm until we reached the Martini Lounge. This former diner had been transformed into a modern nightspot. Once again, the doorman only glanced at our IDs before waving us inside. I ordered another vodka martini while Emily opted for an espresso martini before we made our way to a booth.

Sipping our cocktails as we chatted I stared into Emily’s eyes. I still couldn’t believe I was actually here and more importantly, she seemed to be enjoying herself. A small dance floor at the back was sparsely populated with the early evening drinks crowd. After our second drink, Emily took my hand and stood up.

“I want to dance,” she said, as my heart dropped. I knew I wasn’t a good dancer but didn’t want to risk disappointing her on our big night.

Reaching the dance floor Emily seemed to move effortlessly to the music, while I fought all of my fears to appear at ease. As graceful as ever, it was clear that Emily was in her element and I could tell every guy in the place had noticed her. 

Our eyes met as she took a step towards, pulling me close to her.

“Relax, you’re doing great,” she whispered into my ear over the music, the warmth of her breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.

With a newfound — if misplaced — sense of confidence I forgot about everyone else. With my hands on her hips, I allowed Emily to guide my movements as I gazed into those rich, deep eyes of hers.

Gradually she moved closer and closer until our bodies pressed against one another, the rising stiffness of my cock pressing firmly into her thigh as we moved as one. Inch by inch I leaned towards her until our lips met once more, her mouth opened slightly as I slipped my tongue inside. Teasingly, tenderly and thrillingly out tongues entwined one another, caressing each other while Emily pulled me even closer together.

For all, I cared the world could have ended there. I have no idea how long we kissed, I was too lost in the moment, my dick throbbing as my heart pounded. Finally, our lips parted.

“I think you should take me home,” she smiled at me. I didn’t need asking twice, and soon we were in a cab once more.

Back at Emily’s, she took my hand and lead me to her room. Easing my suit jacket off she leant in and kissed me deeply, our tongues wrestling each other in a fit of passion while her hands roamed across my back. Our bodies pressed hard together as my cock stiffened inside my trousers. Quickly she ripped my tie from my neck and fumbled undoing my shirt buttons.

Soon I was topless as Emily’s eager hands roved over the smooth skin of my chest and stomach. Slowly her head bowed and she moved to kiss my chest, her hot mouth engulfing my nipple. Ripples of pleasure rolled through my body as her soft tongue licked and teased my nipple.

Rising, she took a step back and reached behind her for the zipper to her dress. As it fell to the ground my eyes popped out of my head — I’d never seen a more beautiful sight in my life and my cock felt the same.

Emily wore an incredible virginal white set of lingerie. A bright, lacy balconette bra highlighted her wonderfully firm teenage tits. My eyes dropped lower to find a matching lacy, suspender belt hovering around her flat stomach. Four thin suspenders clasped tightly onto a sheer pair of light white stockings. The floral lace pattern of her small, delicate thong nestled beneath the suspender-belt.

Striding towards me full of confidence she could easily have been strutting the catwalk at a Victoria’s Secret show and the throbbing hardness in my pants knew it. The feel of her lace bra on my chest was exquisite as we embraced and kissed once again, my dick pressing firmly against her.

Tugging my belt, Emily soon had my trousers undone and sliding to the floor as I kicked off my shoes and socks before stepping out of my clothes. My underwear was nowhere near as impressive as hers, just a plain pair of black boxer briefs. Gradually I felt her hand slide inside my shorts and her fingers wrap themselves around my cock.

“Brooke wasn’t fucking kidding!” she exclaimed, pulling my underwear down in one swift motion.

Now fully engorged, my dick stood straight out, brushing against the lace of her suspender belt. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss as she stroked my full length, teasing my foreskin back and forth.

Suddenly I felt it and tried to pull away crying out: “Aw, fuck!” 

But I was too late. A thick jet of cum launched from my dick, splashing across the toned muscles of Emily’s stomach. My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as I heard the words no guy ever wants to hear.

“Don’t worry, it happens to everyone,” she said as she grabbed a tissue to wipe off my ejaculation. While she walked away I watched in awe at the tiny string of her thong buried between her solid ass cheeks.

I wanted to protest and insist that it had never happened to me before, and it hadn’t, but I was sure it would just make the situation worse. How could this have happened and on this night of all nights? Grabbing Emily, I pulled her towards me while my tongue dived into her mouth.

Carefully, I guided her to the bed and laid her down as I climbed on next to her, our tongues still ravishing each other. As my hand slid down her body Emily moaned at my tender touch. Finally, I reached the lace of her thong, the heat from between her thighs was palpable, encouraging me on.

Gently I rubbed through her underwear as it got wetter and wetter. Moving down the bed I was delighted to see her thong was over her suspenders and began easing them down. As the crisp lacy whiteness descended her soft aroma reached me and I inhaled deeply. She smelled amazing, light, fruity with a rich fragrance of passion. Gradually a small rectangle of golden blonde pubes popped into view, like a delightful exclamation mark, the rest had been carefully manicured away. Soft, smooth skin surrounded the plump, tight lips of her young pussy.

My hands slid across the sheer nylon of her stockings as I nudged her thighs apart, exposing me to the view I’d been dying to see for months. Carefully I moved into position and kissed her lips tenderly. Marvelling at their smoothness I kissed and caressed my way around her shapely cunt and down her thighs until my face brushed against her stockings.

Working my way back up I savoured her delicious fragrance as her hot lips parted for my tongue. Achingly slowly I licked her entire slit, pushing my tongue as wide and flat as possible. The soft wetness of her pussy felt like a warm piece of ripe, juicy melon. Slightly firm then yielding to an amazing sticky goodness.

“Ooh, yes. Mmm,” moaned Emily as I explored her tenderness.

Alternating between licking softly and firmly I worked the edges of her pussy, delighted at the ever-increasing wetness as she welcomed my attention. While her lips spread wider and wider the bright pinkness of her clit slowly eased into view. Soon, my finger edged its way deeper inside her as my mouth headed for her swelling clitoris.

“Ooh. Ooh. Agh, yes,” Emily cried as my hot tongue finally teased her nub, the warmth of my breath blew lightly across it as a second finger worked its way between the tight walls of her pussy.

Soon I had found her perfect tempo, circling her clit with my tongue as my fingers slid in and out of her in absolute harmony. As her breathing changed her hips began bucking lightly, savouring the sensations between her thighs. Her hands reached for my head, fingers grasping strongly against my scalp holding my face tightly against her hot, sticky cunt.

As my pace increased her moans rose in harmony while my fingers pounded in and out of her. Suddenly she changed position, throwing her legs over my shoulders and pushing me down harder still as my tongue lapped at her delicious juices.

“Just there, yes. Yes! Yes!” she screamed as her hips drove against my tongue. Gasping for air I licked harder and faster while her rock-hard clit slammed into my face. Without warning a flood of red-hot cum surged across my hand and into my mouth.

“Yes! Yes! YES!’ cried Emily as a swallowed as much as I could of her orgasm.

Still, I kept at it, licking and fingering her dripping cunt as she held my head tightly in place and her hips rocked back and forth. Emily’s heavy panting echoed around her room while the sweet, sweet perfume of her cunt hung thickly in the air. As much as I was loving every second between her thighs, my cock was still not ready for action.

As Emily’s body relaxed I eased my motions allowing her to regain her breath. Gradually her breathing slowed despite my gentle kisses to her swollen pussy. Each time my lips touched her engorged clit a tremor of passion rippled through her body and a small gasp escaped her mouth.

Tentatively my tongue teased its way back inside Emily as her moans increased once again. Gradually I began licking her now soaked cunt as my fingers slipped deep once again. Bit by bit I worked my way back up, searching for her aching cherry once more.

The moment I reached it her back arched sharply, driving her pussy away from my touch and she gasped. Gently she lowered back into position allowing me to suck that burning nub into my mouth completely. My tongue circled and licked, teased and tantalised and within minutes Emily was bucking hard against me, her breaths short and sharp — dying for release.

“Ah, huh, huh,” she moaned as I lapped away and my fingers dived into her sweet depths. Her hands tore across her chest, squeezing and pulling at her tits, bursting them free from her bra. 

“Oh fuck. Fuck!” she cried as her pussy bit my fingers hard and her pelvis smashed into my mouth. Instantly a hot flood of cum poured across my hand and onto the bed. Her body spasmed, seemingly held in an unnatural arch for what felt like an eternity before she collapsed panting and her cunt released my hand.

Lifting my slick-with-cum face I saw her gasping for breath, eyes closed and lost in a world of passion. Carefully I began moving from between her gorgeous thighs. Between snatched breaths, Emily said: “Kiss… me… I… want… to…”

I didn’t even let her finish her sentence before my lips met hers and my tongue pushed into her waiting mouth. Our tongues fought against one another once again as she pulled my head close to hers. Finally, we parted, both eager for air.

“God, I love the taste of my pussy,” she muttered.

“Me too! You taste fucking amazing.” I smiled, wiping the last bit of her cum from my cheeks.

With that, Emily rolled over exposing the clasp to her bra. Deftly I flicked it open.

“I don’t think we need this anymore,” I quipped.

Turning back around I saw Emily had a condom in her hand.

“I want you inside me,” she said, effortlessly tearing the package open with her teeth.

Within seconds I had slid that sheath over my engorged cock and was desperate to fuck the girl of my dreams.

Hesitantly, I parted her thighs further than ever and nudged against her bright pink pussy. Easily my swollen head slipped inside to a hot, hot welcome. Aware of my size and girth, I carefully slid deeper and deeper, watching Emily every step of the way. Her chest heaved up and down, while she puffed out her cheeks as I pushed further than ever.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she whimpered with just over half my cock inside her.

Her pussy felt fucking incredible. A soft, hot, velvety passage that gripped every inch of my throbbing cock with just the right amount of pressure. I was sure she could feel every vein, bump and ridge that was slowly inching its way inside her.

Rocking back and forth I was getting closer and closer to being fully inside her. Staring at those wonderful green eyes I saw sheer desire, desperation, and overwhelming passion. Finally, her slick pussy sucked every last inch of me in. Those delicious green pools rolled back in ecstasy and her pants grew louder.

Pulling out felt almost as good as entering, then I held the tip of my cock right at her opening before sliding softly back in until my balls slapped her ass.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she moaned with each minuscule movement.

Soon, I was able to increase my pace, sliding in and out, driving carefully but deeply into her. In and out I went, pushing harder and faster. Then faster still, slamming my raging cock into her desperate cunt. Our bodies united as one rang out a wonderful slapping rhythm as our passion mounted.

“Yes! Fuck me, fuck me! Just like that,” Emily moaned as she grabbed hold of my solid ass, pulling me harder than ever into her.

I pushed more than ever, stuffing my cock as far as it would go. Her head rocked back and forth as her moans grew louder and her breaths shortened. All the while her strong fingers kneaded my ass urging me on, while I watched her pert tits roll around with every thrust.

Suddenly her hands weren’t enough, she threw her legs around my ass, grasping me tight against her. I knew I wasn’t going to cum but sensed she was. Moving one hand from the bed to her heaving tit I lunged forward, driving deeper than ever and straining to kiss her.

As our mouths met and my cock strived to reach her stomach I felt Emily’s body tense again. My tongue bored it’s way into her mouth as I ploughed into her pussy again. Unable to speak, a series of moans, groans and grunts told me she was going to cum again. Sure enough, seconds later a wave of convulsions tore through her body, culminating in her pussy milking my dick like never before. A scalding wave of cum gushed from her cunt and with each thrust of mine deposited more and more of her juices on the bed. Her thighs clenched and her legs held me tight — unable to handle any more.

Gradually her muscles relaxed, her eyes opened and her legs loosened their vice-like grip on me.

“Fuck, I thought you were going to cum with me,” she panted.

“Not yet! Why don’t you turn over?” I urged, carefully pulling out.

Emily didn’t need to be asked twice and swiftly got onto her hands and knees, her delicious ass inches from me. Spreading her legs she grabbed the low headboard of her bed as I positioned my cock.

Now, I didn’t need to be so careful. Her slick cunt welcomed my pulsating cock as I quickly slid all the way in, pushing Emily towards the head of the bed.

“Fuck, it feels even bigger now,” she gasped.

Grabbing her hips, my view was exquisite. Her smooth tanned back arched seductively as her gold hair, darkened with sweat, stuck to her shoulders. I could see every vertebra flexing in her spine, leading to two small dimples just above her firm ass cheeks.

Soon, I was slamming into her, driving my full length against her as she pushed back.

“Yes, yes. Oh yes!” she cried as I pounded away, hanging onto her hips for dear life. The ‘slap, slap, slap’ of my thighs against her ass rang out through the room, only interrupted by her moans and gasps.

Suddenly her breathing changed once again and she sat up almost straight, striving to kiss me despite my cock still driving into her. Grabbing her tit with one hand, I pulled her towards me while the other hand stretched for her clit.

As our tongues danced across one another’s my fingers found their goal. I could feel the heat coming from her desperate clit before my fingers even touched it. But when they did, a pulse of electricity poured through us. Her body ignited in uncontrollable convulsions, shaking, twitching and flinching to every sensation. Her head rocked from side to side as her tongue searched for mine.

Finally, unable to hold her up anymore, we collapsed in a pile of hot, sweaty, writhing passion onto the bed. My heart pounded and my cock throbbed as I gasped desperately for breath. Emily could barely move. Her body heaved as sweat poured from her skin, while her head was buried in the pillows.

Hoisting her hips slightly higher, I began fucking Emily again. Within seconds I knew I’d found her G-spot. Guttural sounds that didn’t even pass for words poured from her mouth. Her body shook and convulsed every time my cock dove into that sweet, spongy, softness. I watched as her cheeks parted with each thrust, exposing her tight rosebud.

Purposely I placed my thumb so that with each motion it would rub against her most private of places. Soon, it was pushing against her tight ring, threatening to slip inside, and my heart rate rose even more. Without saying a word, Emily reached for the offending hand and moved it back to her hip, and I took the hint.

Still, I hammered into her cunt, and quickly I felt her spasm once again.

“Ugh, ugh. Ugh. Ugh! UGH!” was all I could make out, but I knew I was close.

A few more thrusts and I could barely hold back. Suddenly another scalding surge of sweet cum surged across my bulging cock and that was it.

“Oh yes. Fuck! Yes! Yes!” I cried as first one, then another, and another jet of cum fired deep inside Emily’s boiling pussy.

As the last drop squirted from me, I collapsed on top of Emily, our bodies joined, slick with sweat and cum. We lay there for an eternity, my dick still deep inside her tight cunt, as we struggled for breath.

Finally, I rolled off, taking the cum-heavy condom off with me.

With my arm around Emily, I whispered: “That was incredible.”

“It was so good!” Emily replied without moving. “You are going to stay aren’t you?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

As we lay there in a tight embrace Emily shoved her ass back, pressing against my softening cock and pulled my arms tight between her tits. Before I realised, she was asleep — deeply, soundly asleep. For the first time ever after fucking someone new, I very quickly dozed off too. Was it because of the sex? The amount we’d drunk? Or could it simply be because it was Emily?

Before I knew it, morning was upon us. Slowly, my eyes opened and just like the last time I was lying in this bed, Emily was staring at me, her face less than an inch away.

“Last night really was amazing.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” I replied with a smile.

“I mean the sex was fucking incredible, but everything, everything was amazing.”

“Ah, so the rest of the date let me down?” I teased.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Emily replied, slapping me on the arm. “Everything was incredible, you’re incredible…”

Gently holding her cheek I kissed Emily deeply, out tongues teasing one another. I couldn’t have been happier. I realised that I was irrevocably in love with her and had been since the very first day that I saw her. But I knew I couldn’t tell her — at least not yet — it was way too soon.

“Brooke told me you were good in bed and had a big cock. But she didn’t tell me just how amazing.”

“You don’t mind about Brooke?”

“Why would I? I was dating Rob, you were single, and Brooke’s hot…” her voice trailed off, almost unsure of how to finish what she was saying.

“I don’t want anyone else,” I assured Emily, eager for her to feel confident. How could I want anything else? I’d been searching for her for months.

As our naked bodies pulled together we kissed deeply once more, my hands softly holding the back of Emily’s head and hers exploring the tight muscles of my ass. It didn’t take long for my cock to respond and soon it was standing proud, twitching, begging for attention.

“Seems like you do like me!” Emily laughed, as her hands reached for my dick. Sensuously her fingers wrapped around my shaft and began teasing my foreskin backwards and forwards.

“You know, I still haven’t had your cock in my mouth,” she smiled, bending as her head moved down the bed. Rolling my foreskin all the way back, I watched as she opened her mouth widely, her lips hovered fractions away from my pulsating tip, her rich green eyes staring intently at mine.

“Do you want me to suck your dick?”

“Oh, fuck yes!”

“Then ask me,” she smiled, her warm breath pulsing over my manhood.

“Please, please, suck my dick,” I begged, as her warm mouth engulfed its head.

The sensation was incredible. The heat from her mouth, the soft flesh of her tongue, yet the power of her sucking were intoxicating. I watched in awe as she swallowed as much as she could of my swollen penis. Suddenly her pristine face contorted in an awkward spasm — as she retched. My cock had gone as deep as Emily could handle, while several inches still remained.

Eagerly her head bobbed up and down as she sucked and tugged at my cock, desperate to make me cum. Her soft, golden hair tickled my balls as I bumped into the back of her mouth. Try as she might, Emily simply couldn’t take more than about half my dick in her mouth. It still felt incredible, especially with her hands working my balls and soon I knew I was going to cum.

My balls tensed, my stomach got tight and I moaned: “I’m going to cum! I’m going to…”

Then my balls fired, squirt after squirt of thick cum launched into Emily’s mouth, her eyes bulged and she tried to take it. But filled with my cock, she was unable to swallow it. Instead, gushes of cum slipped from her lips, down my shaft and onto my balls.

As my cock fell from her lips, I pulled her towards me: ”Fuck, that was amazing!” 

“Not really," she replied, “I can do much better.”

“What are you talking about, it felt incredible,” I assured her.

“I want to take it all. Your cock and your cum. I always swallow… for guys I really like.”

“Don’t worry about… hang on… so you 'really like' me?”

I watched as Emily blushed bright red.

“Well that makes me happy — I really like you too.”

Still covered in my cum, we lay there chatting and laughing, totally at ease with one another. Finally, I asked if I could take a shower to wash the dried semen away.

“Only if I can join you,” she smiled.

Together we sauntered to the bathroom and climbed into the shower. The hot water cascaded down her sexy body, splashing against mine as I pulled her tightly towards me. Our embrace seemed to intensify the heat as I too was hit by the hot stream of water. Soon we were lathering each other’s naked bodies with shower gel, washing our lover’s hair and rubbing our slick flesh against one another.

As Emily looked up into the stream of water, the suds surged down her arched spine and over her firm ass. Still slick with soap, I rubbed her ass, pulling her tight to me, as my fingers gently brushed against her tight anus.

“Jeez, you’ve got something about my ass, don’t you?” she asked.

“Well, you have an amazing ass…” 

“Don’t get your hopes up. I don’t do anal, it’s dirty and I have a perfectly good pussy,” she asserted strongly.

I’d wanted to try anal sex for ages and had prayed that Emily would be the one. But I most definitely was not going to let that be a problem.

“I love your ass, but I’m never, ever, going to try and make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

“You mean you don’t want to fuck my ass?” she asked with incredulity.

“No, I’d love to fuck your ass, really I would! But if you don’t want to, then that’s the end of it. I promise I won’t try again.”

“Do you really mean that?

“Of course. I would never do anything you didn’t want. Not once.”

Almost as the words escaped my lips Emily embrace me and kissed me deeply and passionately. As we parted she pushed me down onto my knees. As I settled, she wrapped her right leg over my shoulder, pushing her pussy towards my mouth.

“You know what I would like?” she asked 

Without needing to respond I stretched out my tongue and licked her tightly closed lips. Desperate to taste her deliciousness once again, I parted her pussy with my fingers, lapping deeply with my tongue. Soon her incredible flavour flooded my mouth once again as she drove her pelvis into my face.

Cupping her smooth ass cheeks, I pulled her closer, using just my tongue, lips and nose to pleasure her. Obviously, it was working! Almost instantly, Emily swung her other leg across my other shoulder as I pushed her back against the wall. The hot water poured down her body, splashed across her tits and pounded onto my head as I devoured her beautiful pussy.

“Oh yes, yes! Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuck, yes!” she cried as my tongue wriggled inside her.

“Ah. Ah. Ah. AHHH!” she screamed as my nose slammed into her clitoris.

Before I could break for breath, Emily’s toned, tanned thighs clamped around my head, pulling me tighter to her sweet cunt as her orgasm built. Still grasping her ass, my face was all I had to use. My tongue darted, my nose rubbed and the heat of my panting breath teased.

Her hands grabbed the back of my head as her hips bucked back and forth, shoving against my face.

“Yes. Yes. Yes! YES!” she cried as a surge of juices even hotter than the shower splashed across my eager face. As her hips flicked, I kept licking and teasing. Slowly she relaxed and first one, then the other leg slid off my shoulders and onto the ground. 

Carefully, I stood and kissed Emily deeply as she lapped her cum from my mouth. We finished our shower and grabbed some towels before heading back to her room. I had no choice of what to wear but for Emily it was different.

“Can I show you something?” she asked shyly.

“Of course you can… anything,” I replied.

Taking my hand, and with both of us still wearing just towels, Emily led me to her dresser.

“I have something to admit… “ she started saying as she pulled the second drawer open.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets! I’d never seen anything so amazing and was absolutely delighted at what I saw.

“It’s… it’s… a bit of an obsession… maybe even a fetish,” she muttered.

I couldn’t even look at her, my attention was 100% focused on the drawer in front of me. I’d never seen anything like it but wished that I had. What lay before me would have made a professional lingerie model jealous.

Neatly folded and encased in tissue paper were an untold number of lingerie sets. All lace, mostly but not exclusively floral patterns and in every possible colour. There were blacks, whites, off-whites, yellows, oranges, reds, purples, about five shades of blues, greens, turquoises and everything in-between. 

And then Emily opened the next drawer: “And these are my stockings.”

There were as many stockings as there were underwear sets. Mostly sheer, but many, many patterned pairs.

I was like a kid in a candy shop! I’d always liked lingerie, but this… this was something insane. I’d never imagined any one person could possibly have this much lingerie. Struggling for words I stammered: “Do you wear this every day?”

“Yes, every day… well, except for those days — my period.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. It was impossible to believe. The most beautiful girl I’d ever met had a fetish for lingerie even greater than my own! How could this have happened?

“So, what should I wear today?” she asked smiling.

As I looked further into the drawer it was better than I could have ever imagined. Not only did she have every colour imaginable, but she also had every possible panty option as well. It didn’t matter whether it was a g-string, a thong, briefs, high-cut briefs, boy shorts or French knickers — she had it all. I was overwhelmed.

“I don’t know… I just don’t know.” I replied honestly.

“You don’t like it do you?” she said sadly.

“No! No, I love it, I really fucking love it! I’m just overwhelmed with choices. I’d love you in any of this… honestly.”

“Well you like my ass, so we’ll go with a thong. How’s about purple?” she asked pulling out a beautiful lingerie set. I simply nodded my approval as I watched her pull it on. I’d never seen anything sexier, as the lace slid up her legs, the small triangle covering her pubes but the rest sliding between those sweet cheeks.

Soon she was dressed, pulling on a pair of jeans and shirt over her sexy lingerie. While I was stuck with last night’s attire and was wholly overdressed.

“So are you going to take me to the game today?” Emily asked as it was the home Penn versus Princeton basketball game.

“Sure, I just need to stop by my place to get changed, don’t you think?”

Emily agreed and we wandered back to my place, grabbing a snack on the way. Once home I searched from some clean clothes. Wearing just my boxers and heading for the bathroom, I told Emily I’d be back in a moment.

As I returned, I saw her flicking through a series of photos and suddenly my heart pounded as a huge pit in my stomach opened wide. Before she said anything I knew what those pictures were, I didn’t have any other packets of photos — I knew she had found Nat’s pictures.

“Wow! So this is what you’re into?” she asked, or rather stated, curling her eyebrow.

I froze. I didn’t know what to say. I had no idea which pictures she had seen or more importantly what she thought about them. As I floundered, searching, striving for words my heart drummed — desperate not to have blown it with Emily I scoured her face for signs.

Slowly a smile spread across her face, and my heart soared.

“You should have told me!”