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Emma woke up to a sharp knock at her door.
“Em?”
“Mmmph?”
The door opened and Harriet peered in. “Hey did you have plans with George? He texted me saying he’s been trying to reach you.”
Emma’s eyes popped open. “Oh fuck.” She rolled over to grab her phone.
GK at 11:30 AM:
When do you want to talk today?
GK at 11:30 AM:
I was able to get someone to cover my shift at the garden center, so I can do any time
GK at 12:35 PM:
Would in an hour work?
GK at 2:06 PM:
Are you angry?
GK at 2:09 PM:
Are you having second thoughts?
Call From GK at 2:20 PM
“Oh no,” groaned Emma.
Harriet was still hovering nearby with her hand on the doorknob. “Is everything okay?”
Emma sat up and buried her face in her hands. “I told George I had a crush on him last night.”
“Um!,” said Harriet as she ran over and jumped on the bed, “Tell me everything?!”
“There isn’t much to tell,” sighed Emma, “I just...realized I liked him. Seeing him kiss Jane and all that. I don’t know.”
“Hmmm,” said Harriet, eyeing her friend, “Can’t say I’m all that surprised.”
Emma looked up sharply and Harriet laughed, bouncing off the bed. “What! You’ve always spent so much time together. And sometimes you give each other these sort of looks. He has those bedroom eyes. Ow!” The pillow Emma had thrown at Harriet flopped to the floor.
The girls looked at each other and giggled. Then Emma groaned and threw herself back on her bed. “What should I do Harriet?”
Harriet placed a hand on her hip and thought for a moment. “Well...I think you should start by texting George back, maybe?”
“Ugh, okay,” Emma grumbled and reached for her phone again.
Emma Woodhouse at 2:47 PM:
I’m so sorry George I just woke up 😔
Emma Woodhouse at 2:47 PM:
I’m not angry
Emma Woodhouse at 2:48 PM:
I haven’t changed my mind
GK at 2:50 PM:
I was just worried
GK at 2:50 PM:
I feel bad for making you wait
Emma Woodhouse at 2:51 PM:
No it's okay! Do you want to come over around 6?
GK at 2:52 PM:
Yes
Emma spent the rest of the day obsessively tidying her room and pacing around the living room and kitchen. Annie came home at one point and watched her frenzied routine. Then she gave Emma a knowing look and disappeared upstairs.
When it was just about 6pm, Emma thought she would surely burst out of her skin. Finally, she heard a knock at the front door and rushed to open it.
“Hi,” she said, a little flushed and breathless.
George looked like himself - a touch more tousled than usual maybe. Dressed in an outfit of his preferred neutral, earthy tones: a dark green overshirt, white t-shirt, and khaki pants. He looked up at her shyly when she answered the door. “Hi, he said. Emma could have sworn his eyes had flickered briefly over her high-waisted leggings and loose crop top that revealed part of her stomach and the curve of her hips. But perhaps that was merely wishful thinking.
She brought him to her room, shutting the door softly behind them. She gestured for him to sit on her bed while she stood across the room near her dresser. They were silent for a long time, both of them waiting for the other to speak first.
Emma nervously looked for something to focus on, first adjusting a photo of her and Harriet at a waterpark and then fiddling with a lip gloss. “Were you surprised?”
The corner of George’s mouth quirked up. “A little. But I guess we’ve always had kind of a flirty friendship.”
“Yeah.”
They were quiet again and Emma grew worried. She began to say something, but George spoke up before her.
“I don’t want to beat around the bush, Emma,” he sighed, “I like you too. And it made me really happy to get your text last night.”
Emma felt her face heat up and her heart beat faster. “Oh wow, okay,” she said.
George rubbed his eyes. “So that’s, uh, how I feel.”
Emma swallowed. “I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming.”
“Yeah,” he laughed a little, “There is. Can you just - can you come sit down?”
She walked slowly over to the bed and perched beside him. He looked at her for a moment and then began lightly rubbing her back. She couldn’t help the shiver that tingled through her at his touch.
“I want to be with you,” he said quietly, “But are you sure that’s what you really want?”
She frowned at him. “Yes?”
He sighed. “It’s just that, you know, I was a little surprised. As far as I know, you’ve never dated anyone and I’ve never really seen you be seriously interested in someone before.”
Emma was quiet as she mulled over his words. It was true - she hadn’t ever dated anyone. Not really. She’d had a sort of “boyfriend” in high school, Elton, but they only ever went to the movies and he seemed way too into her than she had been comfortable with at the time. She broke up with him after three weeks. In general, she liked her friends and her interests too much to spend a lot of time thinking about romance or looking for someone to date. She had once considered if she were aromantic or asexual or something - but she looked online and didn’t think the definitions really applied to how she felt. She had sexual thoughts and urges. She masturbated and would sometimes watch porn. And she found tons of people attractive - in fact, she’d had a crush on Harriet when the two were first becoming friends. Though that had faded and it was something the two girls would occasionally laugh about. She knew she did want to be in a romantic relationship someday - she just hadn't met the right person yet.
But her relationship with George was different. She’d met him her first week at Highbury College - Annie had been her Orientation leader and had introduced them. For a while she only saw him when she hung out with Annie, but there was a natural ease and spark between them and their friendship quickly grew. Maybe it had only been this year that she’d started having other feelings for him. Maybe those feelings had been lying dormant. She thought of how hot he looked when he took off his shirt while playing soccer with Rob. How gentle yet assured he was when teaching customers at the garden center about plants and soil. When she was with George, she felt comfortable and happy. She just felt good being around him.
“I guess...there hasn’t been anyone else I liked as much as I like you,” answered Emma after a while.
That made him smile and he looked at her fondly, longingly. Then he sighed heavily. “I spent all night thinking, going back and forth. Part of me just wants to say ‘fuck it’ it’ll be fine. But then I keep thinking about all the other stuff.”
“What stuff?”
George’s hand ran up her spine and wrapped gently around the back of her neck. “I’m graduating, but you still have another year. If we’re together Emma, I really want to be together. And this would be your first serious relationship. Are you sure you want to spend your last year of college in a long-distance, committed relationship?”
Emma furrowed her eyebrows. “Is this because I’m a virgin?”
“No Emma - ,” frowned George, his other hand moving up to cup her cheek.
“Because virginity is actually just a concept invented to -”
“Yes,” he laughed, stroking her jaw, “I agree. And I don’t care if you’ve had sex or not.”
“I don’t see a problem then.”
“I just…,” he paused, “I don’t want you to miss out on anything. Any new experiences...or people.”
Emma reached up to adjust the collar of his shirt. “I don’t want to be with other people,” she said firmly.
George looked at her a long moment, his thumb sweeping up to rest at the corner of her mouth. He leaned forward a bit, then paused.
One of Emma’s hands came up to wrap around his wrist. “I’m scared.”
His thumb tugged a little at her bottom lip. “Because this is your first kiss?”
She nodded. “What if I don’t like it?”
“Then we’ll stop,” he murmured as he slowly and carefully pressed his mouth to hers.
She didn’t want to stop. Soon enough she was returning his kiss and urging him to deepen it. Emma backed up on the bed and George settled over her. Emma melted a little inside when she felt him press his pelvis against hers sharply. They kissed a while more, their breathing growing hot and ragged. George’s eyes had gone dark and Emma was sure they were both flushed.
George slowly crept a hand under her shirt and slid it up her stomach. “Is this okay?,” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied, sitting up to remove her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. George looked at her briefly, but he seemed too eager to be close to her again.
He kissed along her neck slowly, one of his arms moving to wrap around her back. “Should we put on that Kate Bush song you played in my car?,” he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.
“Oh no,” groaned Emma, blushing furiously as she covered her face with her hands.
George chuckled and went back to kissing her, moving down to suck bruises onto the tops of her breasts. His hands moved down to the waistband of her leggings and she lifted her hips as he peeled the fabric down her legs. Her underwear followed soon after and Emma panted as she watched George spread her thighs apart. She could feel how wet she already was and, judging from his gaze, he knew she was too.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath. Then he was seeking her mouth again.
He begged to go down on her and she whimpered and said yes, yes. She wanted it so badly. He didn’t waste any time in teasing her or kissing his way down her body, his mouth was just there suddenly and Emma moaned loudly. He sucked at her labia and stroked the length of her and then his lips and tongue were devoting all their attention to her clit. His mouth wasn’t gentle - he seemed determined to make her come as quickly as he could. She asked him to put his fingers inside her and he groaned when he felt her warm wetness stretching around him. He returned his mouth to her clit as he continued to fill her and Emma closed her eyes at the pleasure of it all. But when he withdrew his fingers to play with one of her breasts, she felt an odd warmth where he was touching her. She opened her eyes and looked down to see George’s fingers coated in dark, crimson blood splayed across her stomach.
“George,” she said, raising her voice a little to get his attention.
He lifted his head, eyes widening when he saw the blood. “Oh,” he said.
They both sat up a little. “Should we stop?,” he asked.
Emma thought for a moment. She did feel a faint cramping beginning to come on, but she was so worked up. She wanted to keep going.
“Maybe we could...move to the shower?,” she replied, gesturing at the smears and fingermarks on her breasts and stomach.
They got up from her bed and Emma slipped on a fuzzy robe. She handed George one of her towels and then they crept out into the hall and into the bathroom across from her room. Once inside, Emma suddenly felt a little shy. She busied herself with turning on the water and adjusting the temperature while George removed his clothes behind her. Then she stepped carefully into the shower and George followed her in a minute later.
They gazed at each other for a moment, then he was bending down to kiss her again. She could feel him getting hard as he wrapped an arm around her waist to bring her against him. They rocked together as they kissed, Emma moaning when he ran his hands all over her body.
“So soft,” he whispered, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He trailed his hand up her thighs as he continued to kiss her. He caressed her stomach and then his hand was moving down, finding her clit and lightly rubbing at it.
“Ohhh,” she sighed as he pressed harder and circled her a little more firmly.
“Are we moving too fast?,” he asked, moving his lips to her neck.
She smirked. “You were just eating me out a moment ago.”
“I didn’t know you had your period a moment ago,” he said wryly.
Emma laughed a little and shook her head. “No - this is nice,” she said as he lightly bit her shoulder.
His fingers moved down to her opening and he curled them slowly inside her. She winced a little but relaxed when he moved his fingers gently, causing a warm pleasure to spread through her pelvis.
“Does that hurt?”
“No,” she moaned, gripping his shoulders, “It’s so good.”
She reached down to touch him as well, savoring the feeling of how hard he was for her. “I wish you were inside of me.”
He closed his eyes as she continued to run her hand up and down his cock, groaning when she squeezed a little harder. “Me too,” he said, running his hand down her back to cup her ass, “But I think we should wait.”
He pressed her against the wall as he continued to fuck her slowly with his fingers. “You’re going to come so hard,” he breathed against her lips, “Just like this.”
Emma moaned as he kissed her, his fingers never stopping. Soon she felt her legs tightening and trembling with the effort of staying upright. George supported her more firmly with his other arm around her back.
“Do you want to touch yourself?,” he asked gently.
She nodded and reached down to rub at her clit while his fingers stayed deep inside her. “Oh,” she sighed, “Oh my god, I’m going to come.”
“Yeah, yeah,” encouraged George as he kissed her neck, “Come for me.”
She cried out a moment later, grinding herself against his fingers as she felt her orgasm take over. George was watching her tenderly when she opened her eyes, wet hair hanging in his face.
“I like watching you come,” he smiled.
“Hmmm,” she sighed, smoothing a hand down his stomach to wrap her fingers around his cock again. “Will you come for me now?”
He nodded, leaning his forehead against hers. He braced his forearms against the shower wall as she continued to stroke him, panting and swearing as he got closer and closer. Emma thought he was so beautiful - maybe the most beautiful he had ever looked - when he finally came in her hand with a deep groan. He laughed sheepishly after, but she just grabbed his face to bring him down for a sweet kiss.