Chapter 1: Introduction
Jake Smith, 26, strode toward the sleek glass door of the local coffee shop. It was the only place he and his best friend Emma Thompson, a girl with rich dark curls and a beautiful heart, ever met up. Jake wasn't into the stuffy local bars and restaurants as much as Emma because, frankly, those places made him feel inadequate. He wasn't rich. Hell, he didn't even have Chipotle money in his bank account.
He shoved the door open, letting a burst of voices flooding the street.
The coffee shop hummed with activity—locals pecking at their laptops, some reading the new Sunday edition of the paper, and more just chatting it up. One group, however, stood out. Sitting in the corner booth and bathed in sunlight, Emma waved him over with a bright smile. Her hands moved animatedly as she chatted, likely discussing her latest fashion escapade.
"There he is, Jetsetter!" she called playfully, pushing aside her espresso to free up some space for him.
He hesitated for a moment, looking at her. Really looking at her. Her dark curls practically shimmered in the arched sunlight. Her hazel eyes sparkled with wit as she laughed along with the people she met this morning. To most, she was a vision of elegance and class, nothing like this shabby, handsome, slightly-too-tall man she'd practically grown up with.
And she practically had—they'd met in fifth grade when he'd tried to steal her orange pencil case, and she'd caught him, making Jake give it back and apologize.
"Sorry, Em. I guess I'm just desperate for anything that isn't brown," he'd joked, and it became their running gag ever since.
However, things had changed since then. The Jake who entered the coffee shop was not the Jake from elementary or middle school.
Though he had the same short brown hair, lean athletic build, and blue eyes, he had changed. He was still the same down-to-earth guy, but Emma couldn't help but feel there was a newfound sexual magnetism about him.
"What's got into you, Jetsetter?" she chuckled, raising her eyebrow.
"Let's just say I've been spending a lot more time at the gym," Jake replied, feeling his cheeksflush.
He had been, but he honestly couldn't believe he was blushing around Emma. Not only was she his childhood friend, but she was also his partner in every way, albeit not romantically.
"Oh yeah?" Emma purred, her eyes trailing down his arms. "Looks like it's doing great things for your physique."
Jake groaned quietly, the blood rushing to his cheeks and lower regions. He quickly shifted the conversation back to safer territory, but that lingering fire was not easily extinguished.
As they sat there, the minutes slipped by, and they caught up on each other's lives. However, the tension between them grew harder to ignore.
"Jake," she began, her voice low and sultry. "There's something I have to tell you."
He swallowed hard, senses heightened. "Yeah?"
She took a deep breath. "I had some work done. Something experimental."
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Like, on your shop?"
Emma's lips curved into a smirk.
"No, silly. Not the shop. Me."
Jake's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a stab of disappointment. He'd been hoping she'd been talking about something personal, not her shop.
"What do you mean?" he asked, forcing a smile.
She hesitated, her smile faltering for a moment. "Well, I've had some work done on my body."
"Oh."
Jake didn't know what to say.
He was surprised, but a part of him couldn't help but feel intrigued. Emma had always been adventurous and open-minded, so it didn't come as a complete shock.
"What kind of work?" he finally asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"The kind that makes me feel good," she replied, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. "I wanted to explore my sexuality more, so I had a procedure done."
Jake's mind raced with questions, but his body responded in a way he couldn't ignore.
A throbbing sensation pulsed through his veins, and his eyes wandered down to her chest. He noticed a slight change in her figure, and his breath hitched.
"Emma," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What did you do?"
"I got implants," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And a labiaplasty. I wanted to feel sexier, more confident."
Jake's mind reeled. He'd always known Emma to be adventurous and open-minded, but this was something else entirely.
His heart raced as his gaze lingered on her newly enhanced bustline. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be sitting across from her right now.
"Fuck, Emma," he exhaled. "You look incredible."
She blushed at his words, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad you think so."
Her confidence was contagious, and Jake couldn't help but feel himself becoming aroused at the sight of her.
He shifted in his seat, feeling his cock twitch in his pants.
"Jake," Emma said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you want to see what I've done?"
He nodded, unable to speak. Emma stood up, and his eyes trailed down her body, taking in every curve. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Jake couldn't help but gasp at the sight of her new breasts. They were perfect, full and round, just like he'd imagined them.
He felt his cock harden in his pants, and his mouth went dry.
"Emma, you're so fucking beautiful," he said, his voice ragged with desire.
She smiled, pleased with his reaction. She walked over to him, swaying her hips seductively. She straddled his lap, her legs on either side of his hips.
"Do you want to touch them, Jake?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.
Jake nodded eagerly, his hands trembling with anticipation. Emma slid her dress down, revealing her bare breasts. Jake couldn't help but reach out and touch them, feeling their weight in his hands. They were even more incredible than he'd imagined, and he let out a deep groan of pleasure as he squeezed them gently.
"Fuck, Emma," he muttered, his breath hot on her neck. "These feel amazing."
She smiled, leaning back to give him better access. Jake's hands wandered over her body, exploring every inch of her skin.
Emma let out a soft moan as he trailed his fingers down her sides, stopping just above her hips.
"Do you like that, Emma?" Jake murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
She nodded, unable to speak. She felt his fingers hook around the waistband of her thong, slowly pulling them down her legs. Jake's eyes widened as he saw her freshly-rejuvenated vagina, smooth and tight.
"Fuck, Emma," he breathed, his voice full of awe.
"You're so fucking sexy."
She smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. "I'm glad you like it, Jake."
He leaned forward, kissing her deeply. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her coffee. Emma wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
Jake's hands wandered down her body, cupping her ass. He squeezed gently, pulling her closer.
Emma gasped as she felt his hard cock pressed against her. She rocked her hips, grinding against him as they kissed. Jake's hands wandered up her body, cupping her breasts. He squeezed gently, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Emma let out a soft moan, arching her back as he touched her.
Jake couldn't believe what was happening. He was making out with his best friend, and she was practically naked in his lap. He felt a surge of desire as he squeezed her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands.