7
Her lips are on mine. And she made the first move. I can hardly believe it.
My heart is racing, and I feel like I”ve been struck by lightning. I”d been dreaming of this moment for so long, and now it”s as if I”ve been transported. A tingling runs through my body, followed by an incredible shiver. Her kiss tastes of honey, of temptation, and also of something more... Is this what Eve felt when she bit into the apple in the Garden of Eden?
Now”s the time to have a thought like that!
As my hands press her against me, our tongues meet, our embrace becomes more intense, all of a sudden, an icy coldness grips my face. Emily has stepped back. Her fingers are no longer clinging to me, and it”s as if I”ve just been violently deprived of something. Something good. Extremely good.
“Good night, Liam,” she murmurs before unlocking the damned door and disappearing into her dorm.
For a few minutes, I stand there, perplexed. A thunderous erection twisting my dick in my too-tight jeans. Then I realize the obvious: she”s gone and left me there like a dying beast.
On the way back to the pizzeria, I can”t help but turn the situation on its head. And paradoxically, I smile like an idiot. One of those goofy smiles that have always made me hate people in love.
In love? Wow, calm down, man!
However, I am aware that what just happened was a mistake. A huge mistake. A mistake I”ve been wanting to make for some time now. This girl has been on my mind for weeks. During our study sessions, I completely melted. Shoehorned, trapped, caught in the grip of her blue eyes, and she was oblivious.
Is that what I like about her? That she doesn”t realize the undeniable charm she has?
Truth be told, I love everything about Emily. When she nibbles her pen, when she tucks a blonde lock behind her ear, her concentration, her bursts of good humor, her passion for journalism, and her ass too. Because yeah, she really is gorgeous.
I sigh.
I”m in deep shit.
And despite that, I want more. The kiss we shared only fueled my desire for her. The fact that she”s pushing me away only makes it worse.
Yeah, I”m playing with fire.
When we left for our last work session, I felt angry with her. She was implying that she had done her job, and that I was just a student to be coached. I felt like a jerk because I was already on my knees in front of her. That”s why it took me so long to tell her that I”d more or less passed my exam. I wanted to see if she”d care. Her message made me jump to the four corners of my room, and for all that, I played the asshole by replying very succinctly. Seeing her then at this party, so sexy, so desirable, and at the very least disturbed by my presence, gave me a surge of hope. Driven by the alcohol and the festive atmosphere, I broke down and went to flirt with her. I had to know for sure. And I was right!
From then on, I grew wings. And now that I”ve just taken off, I”m tumbling down. But for all that, I know it”s dangerous to try to regain momentum. Very dangerous.
Is there room in my life for Emily Hansen? I swear by hockey...
When I return to our table, the guys are still talking about the game. I join them and don”t let on. But I”m having trouble following their conversation. The kiss keeps popping into my mind.
A taste of honey, temptation and fear...
***
I”m sitting in the lecture hall, trying to concentrate on what the professor is saying.
Since Saturday night”s kiss, I haven”t spoken to Emily. I haven”t run into her either. I wanted to write to her, but I don”t know how to approach her. Then, should I really do it? Or rather, is it honest of me to keep hanging around her when I know a relationship isn”t an option? I need to concentrate on my future. On hockey.
But... isn”t it possible to reconcile everything?
Dude, you”re already barely getting by with your classes and workouts, don”t add a couple relationship to the picture!
I let out a long sigh and rest my head on the table.
I”m fucking fed up...
I finally decide to send her a text, one that leaves no room for refusal on her part. If I see her face-to-face at least one more time, maybe everything will clear up and I”ll know what to do.
* Hi Emily. I’ll be at the library at noon waiting for you. See you later!
Well done, Liam!
She doesn”t reply, but I give it my best shot, and at the appointed hour, I”m there. As I unpack, I”m still lost in thought.
The short time I”ve spent with Emily so far has been unlike anything I”ve experienced before. I simply feel at ease with her, and her support helps to stabilize me. But a woman like Emily deserves someone who brings the world to her feet, and I”m just not in a position to do that right now. Ice hockey comes first.
As always, Emily is punctual. She seems a little nervous as she approaches me.
“Hi,” she says shyly as she sits down at my table.
“Hi! Are you okay?” I ask, suddenly hesitant.
“Uh yes... Hum... What do you want to study today?”
She rummages through the books in front of her, seemingly out of the blue. Oh, she wants to play it that way? Pretend like nothing happened the other night? That”s not going to make my job any easier, that”s for sure!
We start studying. Every now and then, my arm brushes against hers, and I feel as if I”m getting little electric shocks. Her hands also shake a little as she turns the pages of her textbook. I watch her stealthily, wondering if I”ll have the balls to talk to her.
After a while, I pluck up the courage to open my mouth. But nothing comes out. Absolutely nothing.
Okay. It”s over.
The rest of the hour passes silently, and neither of us seems determined to broach the subject of our kiss. Eventually we say our goodbyes and I head off to lunch with the team, resigned.
Later, in the locker room at the ice rink, I can”t get the little blonde out of my head. I”ve got to do something, damn it! So, I get my phone out of my bag and send her a message.
* Are you free tonight? Can we get together after training?
I put down my phone and put on my skates. Just as I stand up, her reply arrives.
* Yes. Where?
She”s really good at keeping things short when she wants to! Is she giving me a run for my money?
I send her my address.
Knowing that I”ll be talking to her later helps me focus on training and I feel more serene.
After sweating it out and giving it my all, I take a quick shower and rush home. I should clean up a bit before Emily arrives. Not that I am messy, but I”d still like to make a good impression on her.
That”s a new one...
Despite myself, I”m feeling nervous, and at the stroke of 7p.m., I hear a knock on my door.
Suddenly, my heart is pounding and I open my hand, almost trembling.
“Thank you for coming.”
“Please...”
“Come on in!”
I push myself off the frame and let her into my student room. Cautiously, she steps forward and looks around, as if expecting to see the entire hockey team tucked away in a corner.
“Can I offer you something to drink?”
Emily hesitates for a moment, then finally nods. I take two beers out of my small fridge, open them and hand her one. I invite her to sit on the couch and she continues to observe my world.
I feel a little intimidated having brought her into my personal space. Even though I”ve slept with a whole bunch of girls on campus, I always make sure they don”t come to my room. It would be like inviting them into a part of my life, and I”ve always refused to do that. In the end, I was the one who suggested she comes. And so...
“Liam, why did you ask me to come?” she finally asks, staring at me with her big blue eyes.
I take a big sip and sit down next to her.
“I... er... so...”
The look on her face throws me off and I don”t know where to start. And yet I”ve rehearsed my little speech dozens of times!
I put my beer on the table, and she imitates me, so that our hands bump into each other.
This simple contact triggers uncontrollable sensations inside me. My pants tighten, my reason stops, and I can”t help but straighten up and press my mouth against hers.
Immediately, her lips receive me with the same surge of desire and my tongue savors hers. My hands grip her hips firmly, and I pull her onto me. She doesn”t resist, and I feel her body pressing against mine, my crotch definitely on fire.
My fingers slide down her back, and I caress the curve of her butt. She moans against my mouth, supporting our kiss that hasn”t stopped, and it”s driving me crazy. Then I lift her shirt and explore her soft skin, reaching the clasp of her bra. She undulates her pelvis as if to urge me on, and I take that as consent. As I struggle with the fastening of her lingerie, her breasts press harder against my torso. Her hands clutch my hair and my mouth burns under her assault.
Damn, that”s good.
I”m incredibly hot, my breathing is labored and my heart is almost out of my chest. I”ve never felt so attracted. Her lips make their way to my neck and she starts nibbling.
I moan in turn, and my hands follow the curve of her ribs to palpate her bouncing breasts. Under my palms, I feel her nipples harden, making my erection more painful. I need to see them, taste them, make them mine. This time, I break our contact to lift her top and toss it into a corner of my room. I remove her bra and release her magnificent breasts.
There, in front of me, topless, I admire her while she blushes a little.
“You”re beautiful,” I say.
She leans in to kiss me hungrily. I tip her onto the sofa with ease, sliding her into my arms. In turn, I straighten slightly to remove my T-shirt, starting a skin-to-skin that consumes me.
Emily moans softly under my procession of kisses. I lick her neck, her collarbone, and move slowly down to her breasts, which I suck greedily. They taste of spring and fruit. My tongue glides, rolls, plays with her nipples and I hear her voice getting hoarser and hoarser. Finally, I release her from my torture, to resume my journey towards her belly button, which I kiss my way through. My fingers are already working on the button of her jeans, which I open with ease. I catch a glimpse of her panties, which makes me hard as a rock. Any more and I”ll be cumming like a prepubescent in my boxers...
I pull at her pants to rid her of them, exposing her shapely thighs in the process. Unable to bear it any longer, I press my mouth to her intimacy through the thin fabric of her purple lace, searching with my fingertips for an entrance. Above my head, a concert of pleasure rings out, and I feel all the more encouraged.
Gently, eager to make her tense up, I spread her panties to take greedy licks. As she squirms, my index finger enters her and I moan to feel her so wet. Her excitement seems to match mine, and I end up pulling off the last of her clothes. She doesn”t complain, and lets me maneuver her thighs apart, slipping a hand into my hair, which she grabs with force. Here, I revel in her pleasure.
It”s delicious. Really delicious.
Her moans increase as my tongue speeds up. I suck on her clit, my finger delving further, and suddenly she tenses, cries out, and I drink her in with relish.
The ambrosia of the gods.
Her orgasm is the most beautiful sound I”ve ever heard. With one hand, I unbutton my jeans and remove my boxers, freeing my dick which seems to leap out of its straitjacket. I sigh with pleasure, because I can”t stand the cramped conditions any longer.
Straightening up on her elbows, Emily watches me, her tongue licking her lips greedily. She seems to enjoy what she sees and slides down on all fours on the sofa to take hold of me. With a firm hand, she jerks me off, sharing her flavor of a kiss with me. Then, slowly, with burning eyes, she descends between my legs to suck me off.
I hiccup as I feel her lips close over my dick and my mouth forms a circle as I exhale. I squeeze her bare butt as she thrusts me in and out against her tongue.
My hand grasps her hair, and I can”t help but follow her movements, as in the most erotic dreams I”ve ever had about the two of us.
If she keeps this up, I”m gonna come...
Finally, she detaches herself from me, sucks on my glistening glans again and comes to sit astride my thighs. Her mouth nibbles my ear before whispering.
“Do you have a condom?”
I”ve got some! But I”m reluctant to tell her, as it wouldn”t be the right moment. So, I reach over to the console behind the couch, pop the lid on a small basket, and grab a condom between two fingers. With a sure hand, I rip it off before slipping it over my more-than-stretched dick.
Emily then latches onto the back of my neck, and in a divine sensation, she comes to impale herself on me.
“Fuck...” I moan, as she begins to undulate her pelvis.
Not that I thought she was inexperienced, but her skill electrifies me. I give in and we soon find a common rhythm, surrendering completely to each other.
We”re both close to climax and exchange kisses charged with desire, pleasure and lust. Her moans get louder and I can”t hold back any longer. She makes circular movements with her hips, pushing us both towards orgasm.
Sweating and out of breath, she detaches herself from me and swings to my left, her head resting against my shoulder.
For quite a while, we stand there in silence, coming to our senses, and I wonder what could be going on in her head.
It wasn”t planned. It really wasn”t.
I was determined to distance myself, to tell her that we had to keep our relationship strictly ‘professional’ in the context of our studies and her job as a journalist.
You”ve done it, Liam!
I turn my head and look at her.
The sex with her was incredible. Emily is amazing!
Her eyes are closed, and she seems completely absent.
“Are you okay?” I ask, unable to stand the silence any longer.
“More than fine,” she says, looking up at me.
“Would you like a drink?”
I stand up, grabbing my boxer shorts as I go before removing the condom. She nods and smiles.
“I think we can finish our beers...” she advances amused.
I run into the bathroom for a moment and when I come back, she”s already dressed. I can”t contain my disappointment at seeing her beautiful body back under her clothes.
She bites her lip, and I can see she wants to say something. Her gaze seems pensive and uncertainty suddenly shows in her eyes.
“Is something wrong?” I ask eyebrows furrowed.
“It was incredible, Liam...”
I smile broadly.
“I agree with you!”
“But...”
Sorry, what? A ‘but’? Is she going to end up setting limits before I do? Or maybe she just didn”t like it that much?
“This can”t happen again,” she finally says.
Surprised, I look at her, but say nothing, letting her continue.
“We both have very specific goals for our careers. And... we mustn”t lose sight of them.”
Wow!
I definitely misjudged Emily. It seems we have more in common than I thought. And yet, hearing it from her hurts. Maybe because she had the courage I lacked. I know she”s right. I know it because it”s what I want. But... I”ve become far more attached to her than I should be.
I look at the ground, shaking my head.
“I know what you mean. Our goals are important, and we can”t let ourselves get distracted.”
“Exactly. So, it”s best if we remain ‘friends’, if that”s okay with you.”
She swallows, and I see her body tense up.
“It”s possible, yes...” I finally concede.
“I don”t want a relationship to jeopardize my studies. But at the same time, I don”t want us to feel like we have to be apart either. I... I like you, Liam...”
A smile passes over my face.
“Good timing, I like you too!”
I look at her.
“Friends, then?” I conclude.
Emily thinks for a moment, then nods.
I feel both relieved and completely lost. I”m usually the one making this speech! And I really wanted to tell her. But paradoxically, it still gives me a hard time to consider being just friends with her.
A smile appears on Emily”s face and I feel the tension between us ease.
“Thank you for your honesty, Liam,” she says, sighing with relief.
“I should be thanking you.”
I look into her eyes, then at her mouth and back again.
The agreement to remain friends seems to be the right decision. After this experience, it won”t be easy, but it”s better for both of us.
You try to convince yourself, that”s good.
“It”s good that we”ve put that aside. By the way, why did you ask me to come and see you tonight?” she asks, looking at me intently.
“Oh, I”ve... er... passed my exam and I wanted to celebrate with you,” I stammer, forcing the corners of my mouth up.
“Liam! This is awesome!”
Excited, she claps her hands and hugs me. I hug her back and inhale her intoxicating scent, closing my eyes for a moment.
She gently pulls away from my embrace, and tugs at her shirt to straighten it.
“Well... I”d better be off, then,” she says.
I walk her to the door, thank her and wish her a good night.
As I close behind her, I shake my head.
My god, what was that all about?
After a long shower, I finally go to bed. But sleep is out of the question. Her kisses, her lips, the feel of her fingertips on my skin, her passion, her orgasms - everything is etched in my memory. I can”t get these images out of my head.
At the same time, I wonder why it was so easy for Emily to suggest that we stay friends, as if everything that had just happened was no big deal.
Have I done something wrong? She seemed satisfied. Or was she faking it? Maybe it wasn”t what she”d expected? Or maybe that”s it, it really wasn”t much for her...
I rub my face with both hands.
Get a grip, Liam. This is exactly what you wanted in the end: no relationship, no temptations, no love.