Chapter 8: Two is a Party
A month passed, and Dean couldn't help but notice that Emily was back to her old self. She was aloof and, well, joyfully self-absorbed. She had her headphones in all the time, blasting music that made Dean's ears hurt, and she was always humming or singing to herself.
She was back to her old routine, coming home at all hours of the night, her hair messy and her clothes rumpled.
She would always flash a grin at Dean, as if they were sharing a secret joke, before disappearing into her room. He tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that stabbed at him each time, but it was getting harder and harder to pretend he didn't care.
One night, as Dean sat in his basement apartment, nursing a beer and trying to drown out the sound of her latest conquest, he made a decision. He was done pining for Emily, done waiting for her to come back to him. She had made her choice, and it was time for him to make his. He was going to forget about her, move on, and be open to meeting someone new.
He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, landing on a name he hadn't called in a long long while.
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Meanwhile, upstairs, Emily flopped onto her bed. She reached for her phone, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she scrolled through her contacts. She found the name she was looking for and hit dial, putting the phone on speaker as she lay back against her pillows.
"Hey, sexy," a deep voice answered after a few rings. "Long time no see. What's up?"
Emily giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, Kyle. I was just thinking about you. How's your... giant cock doing?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a low chuckle. If it isn't the redheaded vixen herself. I see you're still as blunt as ever, Emily.
I like it."
Emily's voice was breathy, a hint of excitement tingeing her words. "So, Kyle, I've got a question for you.
"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Kyle's voice was laced with a teasing smirk, even over the phone line.
"I've been wondering, have you ever hammered a pussy so hard it left an ass imprint on the mattress?" Emily asked, her voice dripping with desire.
"I was just thinking about how much I'd love to feel that massive cock of yours doing just that."
Kyle's chuckle deepened, turning into a low growl. "Well, aren't you just the dirty little minx tonight? I've always loved your straightforwardness, Emily. And to answer your question, I certainly wouldn't mind leaving your mark on that mattress of yours."
Emily's body was already responding to Kyle's words. She could picture him now, towering over her, his massive cock ready to use her.
"So, when can we make this happen?" she asked, her fingers already tracing the edges of her panties, eager to feel him inside her.
The doors unlocked. Follow the stairs and my bedrooms down the hall on your left.
"I'll be waiting.
Tell me exactly when you're going to come over and fuck me senseless."
Kyle's voice turned husky sending shivers down Emily's spine. "I'll be there in twenty minutes. Don't you dare touch yourself until I get there."
Emily's breath quickened at his command, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I won't. Promise," she whispered.
As she hung up the phone, Emily's mind raced with thoughts of Kyle and his massive cock. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her, to have him. She quickly stripped off her clothes, her body already aching with need.
She glanced at the clock, her heart pounding in her chest. Twenty minutes. That's all she had to wait. She could do this.
As she waited for Kyle, Emily let her hand trail down her body, her fingers brushing against the lace of her panties. She felt a jolt of pleasure, her pussy already wet with anticipation. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with desire. She could almost feel Kyle's massive cock making her scream. She slipped her hand inside her panties, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing gently as she bit her lip.
Her hips moved in sync with her hand, her fingers teasing her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Shit, fuck," she moaned.
A sudden knock at the door startled her, and she quickly withdrew her hand, her body still trembling with unfulfilled need.
"Wait for me, Kyle," she whispered to herself, her heart pounding in her chest.
She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she made her way to the door. She opened it to find Kyle standing there, his tall, muscular frame filling the doorway.
His eyes scanned her body, his gaze lingering on her swollen lips and heaving breasts. "You weren't supposed to touch yourself," he growled, his voice low and demanding.
Emily bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Well, I couldn't help myself. I was just so excited to see you again," she purred not taking her eyes off his cock.
She dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked up at Kyle through her long, red lashes, her fingers unzipping his pants.
Kyle's eyes widened in surprise, you're a naughty girl aren't you?
Emily grinned, her hand wrapping around the thick bulge in his boxers. "You have no idea," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. She tugged his boxers down, freeing his massive cock and letting it spring free. She licked her lips, her eyes widening in anticipation. "Damn, Kyle.
You're even bigger than I remember," Emily whispered, her voice thick with desire as she stared up at his massive cock. Without wasting any more time, Kyle reached down and grabbed Emily by the hips, lifting her effortlessly off the floor and throwing her onto the bed. She bounced slightly, her breasts jiggling with the movement, before coming to rest on her hands and knees.
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"I'm happy I called too. I really can't wait to see you again. Coffee is on me. I'll call you soon, take care," Dean said as he hung up the phone. He wore a grin that hadn't been there in quite some time. He felt good.
Thud-thud-thud-thud
"Fuck Kyle, Your cock is a damn monster! Please please please fuck me!" Emily screamed from upstairs.
Dean was immediately brought back to reality. He felt his dick start to resond to Emily's usual antics but he cast those thoughts aside. He stood for a moment considering his next move. Not tonight he thought. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He couldn't let Emily get to him. Not anymore. He needed to move on. He turned away from the door and walked to the bathroom to have a shower. You'll be performing to an empty house tonight Emily, he thought. I'm going out.
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"If your hips don't stop hitting my little bum cheeks like that, I'm going to have to cum all over you Mr Kyle" Emily gasped as she pushed back against him, grinding her ass into his pelvis.
Kyle obliged, his hips moving like a piston, his cock slamming into her with enough force to make her body bounce.
Emily's boobs bounced and swung around chaotically, her big ass cheeks clapping against him with each impact. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, along with the wet, sloppy sounds of her pussy being ravaged.
Kyle reached down and grabbed a fistful of Emily's hair, yanking her head back and arching her back.
The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she let out a loud moan.
"Yes, yes, I fucking love it," Emily panted, her body moving in sync with Kyle's thrusts.
Kyle's hand tightened in her hair, pulling harder as he pounded into her. Emily could feel every inch of his massive cock. The pain and pleasure were overwhelming, and she moaned loudly, her body shuddering.
"Fuck, Kyle, that's it. Harder, fuck me harder," she begged, "Please, I want to come so bad."
Kyle obliged, his thrusts becoming more intense, his cock slamming into her.
Emily's body was on fire, her pussy clenching around him, her moans filling the room.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm as it finally tore through her. Her pussy convulsed around him, her body pulsing with pleasure, her moans turning into screams of ecstasy. She collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling.
Kyle pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices, and he came all over her ass and her back all the way to her shoulders, his hot cum dripping down her cheeks. His last shot hit Emily hard on the side of her face as she turned her head to gaze back at his handiwork.
She giggled, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. "Fuck, that was a massive cumshot, Kyle," she exclaimed.
Kyle chuckled, his chest heaving from exertion. "I aim to please, Emily. I aim to please."
Emily rolled onto her back, her body sated and satisfied, a lazy smile spreading across her face.
Emily laughed, still reeling from the high of her orgasm. "Fuck, yeah. Your cock is a fucking beast, Kyle. I can't believe how much you came. It was like a fucking fountain of cum."
"I think I'm hooked, Kyle. I want more of you, and soon."
"Well, well, looks like I've left quite the impression on you, haven't I?" he teased.
Emily laughed, a wicked glint in her eye. "Similar to the impression my ass just made on my bed, Emily smirked. "You know, Kyle, my insurance doesn't cover that if it doesn't go back to normal", she quipped.
"I better get some ice on that ass and have a clean up" , Emily joked as she climbed off the bed, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
As she picked up her phone from the bedside table, she noticed a string of missed calls and messages from a certain Brendan. Her pulse quickened, a mix of excitement and guilt coursing through her veins.
Brendan: Hey Emily, I was wondering if you might be down for CUMPANY tonight? Cum on girl, I know you miss me.
Emily glanced at Kyle, then quickly back to her phone. She knew what she had to do.
Emily quickly typed out a message, her fingers flying over the screen. "Hey Brendan, you up for a late-night rendezvous? I'm in the mood for a hard fuck. Can you be here in an hour?"
She hit send and grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Kyle, I've got to go clean up. Can you let yourself out?
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Dean exited the bathroom after his shower, toweling his hair dry as he walked toward the kitchen. He paused mid-step as he spotted Emily walking in through the door, her face covered in what appeared to be... come.
Dean dropped his towel to the floor as he stared at her in disbelief. Emily looked up, startled, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she realized what she must look like.
"Dean! Shit, I... I can explain," she stammered, her hands flying up to cover her face.
"Dean, I'm so sorry!" Emily blurted out, her voice trembling with emotion. She quickly covered her body with her arms, her face a mask of pure guilt and embarrassment.
Dean scoffed, cutting her off. "I don't want to hear it, Emily. I really don't.
It's just a little cum, no need to get so dramatic," Emily smirked, trying to lighten the mood, her face still flushed red.
Dean's eyes widened. "A little cum? Emily, you're covered in it! It's dripping down your face, for god's sake!"
Emily swiped at her cheek, her fingers coming away coated with a sticky,white substance. She shrugged, a playful smirk on her face. "Well, when you're having this much fun, it's hard to keep track of where it all lands."
Dean's expression darkened. "Fun? Emily, this is not fun. This is disgusting. What the hell is wrong with you?"
Emily's smile faded, her eyes filling with hurt.
Emily grinned thru the hurt, her fingers reaching up to wipe another drip of cum from her body. "disgusting? You're blushing like a schoolgirl, Dean. Aren't you? You're just jealous because you wish you were the one giving me orgasms that make me shiver."
"If you really want to know, I'd love nothing more than for you to fuck me into next week," Emily said, as she took a step closer to Dean. She winked at him, her lips curling. "You're just jealous, Dean
Dean's eyes went wide. Emily's words had struck a nerve. He had always known Emily was bold and sexual, but this was a new level of brazenness even for her. He took a step back, his mind racing as he tried to process her sudden admission.
Emily turned away from him, giving him a clear view of her cum-covered ass. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, if you ask nicely, maybe you can put your cum here too," she teased, wiggling her ass slightly for emphasis.
"Emily, this is... this is wrong.This is not who I am, Emily," Dean stammered, his voice Emily turned to face him fully, her eyes sparkling with a wicked gleam. She sauntered towards him, her hips swaying, her cum-covered body shimmering in the soft light of the room.
"So why don't you be a man and take what you want?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
Dean's body stiffened at her words, his breath catching in his throat. He stepped back, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
"Emily, I can't... I won't be that person. I won't take advantage of you like that," he stammered, his voice shaking with emotion.
Emily's eyes narrowed, a hint of frustration flashing in her gaze. She took a step closer to him, her voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. "Who says I don't want it, Dean?
You're the one who always wanted me to be something I'm not. Well, now you've got the the real me. The one who loves sex, who loves to please and be pleased," Emily purred, her voice thick with desire as she winked at Dean. "You're blushing again. Isn't it cute how you can't handle it when I'm open about what I want?" Her fingers trailed down his chest, leaving a trail of cum behind. "You're so tense, Dean. Relax. Let go. You might even enjoy it."
he had the chance to make a decision, he leaned in and softly kissed her forehead, his lips lingering for just a moment."Emily," he whispered, his voice heavy with longing and regret. "Thank you for the offer but I'm good. I'm not playing your game."
With that, he turned away from her and walked out of the kitchen, leaving her naked and confused.
Emily's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open as she watched him go. "Dean, wait! What the hell? Where are you going?" she called after him but he was already down the stairs leaving her alone and naked in the kitchen.
She was about to go chase after Dean when He walked back into the room. "Emily," he said softly, I shouldn't have called you disgusting."
Emily's eyes widened in surprise. "Dean, I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to..."
Dean held up a hand, silencing her. "No, Emily. It's my fault. I should have been more supportive when we were together. I should have celebrated your sexuality instead of trying to change you."
Emily's ey es filled with tears. "Oh Jesus Dean, don't listen to most of the shit I blurted out," she sniffled, her cheeks finally losing their blush and turning a rosy red. "I was just... trying to be funny. Shocking. Trying to deflect. You know, the usual me."
Dean smiled, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "I know, Emily. I know you." He took a step closer, his hand reaching up to wipe away a stray tear that was making its way down her cheek.
Emily let out a half laugh half cry, " I was mortified that you had to see that, then you told me I disgusted you, so I pretty much lost my mind , and then you kissed my forehead? Like some sort of noble knight."
Dean chuckled, "I'm no knight, but I do try to do the right thing."
Emily looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and affection. " Yeah, well, you're not half bad, Dean. You know that?
Dean smirked, "Look, your ass did look pretty sexy.
I'm not gonna lie."
Emily raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across her face. "Oh, so now you're just going to objectify me?" she teased, her voice laced with amusement.
Dean shrugged, "Hey, if the shoe fits. Or in this case, the cummy ass."
Emily laughed, "You're such an asshole, Dean. But I love it."
Dean grinned, "Oh so you can show me yours but I can't act like one?", he joked sarcastically .
Emily chuckled, "Well, your asshole skills are certainly improving.", she quipped back.
"Judging from the look of your bum, so are yours," he fired back playfully,
Emily opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She simply stood there, her jaw hanging open, as Dean grinned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving her to process his words.
Emily closed her mouth and let out a frustrated sigh. "Typical man," she muttered to herself. "Can't handle a woman confident in her sexuality." She shook her head, a playful smirk crossing her face.
As Emily stood in front of her full-length mirror, she took a long, hard look at her reflection.
She couldn't help but laugh at the sight of herself, covered in Kyle's cum, her hair mussed, and her makeup smeared. "Well, well, well," she said to her reflection, "looks like someone had a little too much fun tonight."
She turned on the shower and stepped under the hot water, letting it wash away the remnants of her tryst with Kyle. As she lathered up, she couldn't shake the feeling of Dean's hands on her, his lips on her forehead.
She giggled to herself, "He's such a weirdo, but damn if he doesn't make my heart flutter." She turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. She glanced at the clock and grinned. "Cutting it close, Emily. You better get a move on if you want to be ready for Brendan."
Suddenly it hit her. She wasn't really feeling this Brendan thing anymore.
Not after what happened with Dean. She needed to clear her head. And her body. And her soul.
She grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to Brendan: Sorry, something came up. Raincheck?
Emily girl, what's happening to you? What is this?, maturity?, she wondered as she stared at her reflection, the shower steam now fogging up the mirror.
Emily's thought's were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Hey, it's me," Brendan called from the other side. "Raincheck really?" Brendan's voice was laced with disappointment. "But I've been looking forward to this," he pouted.
"I'm sorry Brendan, but I really need to reschedule," Emily responded, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and guilt. "Something came up that I just can't miss."
"I got you something too," Brendan joked. "Now what am I supposed to do with this?"
She walked to the door and peeked through the peephole. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Brendan, his hand already working his impressive erection through his pants. She let out a soft giggle, her cheeks flushing with a mix of amusement and arousal. "Well, that's a mighty thoughtful gift for sure Brendan,"she teased, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and guilt. "Now what am I supposed to do with this?"
Brendan grinned, "Well, perhaps we can figure it out together."
You're looking mighty eager," Emily purred, her eyes locked onto Brendan's impressive bulge. "So this isn't a re-gift is it? This thing looks used to me", Emily mocked.
Brendan feined insult "Nope of course not, got it just for you, Em"
Emily shot back, "You do remember I was there when you fucked Stace with that thing, right?"
"Anyways, Brendan, Look as impressive as it is, I'm afraid I'm just not in the market for one of those this evening", Emily said holding firm.
Brendan pleaded, his voice desperate, "Are you sure I can't interest you in a quick demonstration ma'am?.
Emily chuckled, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "How quick?"
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Dean returned home around midnight, a sense of contentment washing over him after his night out with an old friend. He made his way to the kitchen, a lone light casting a warm glow over the countertops. As he opened the fridge to grab a beer, he heard the faint, muffled sound of moans coming from Emily's room. He furrowed his brow. He shut the fridge door gently and cracked open his beer.
The muffled sounds of Emily's pleasure filled his ears. Suddenly, the staircase creaked, and Emily appeared in the doorway, her robe tied loosely around her sweaty, disheveled form. She looked flushed and out of breath, her chest heaving as she made her way to the fridge.
"Emily," Dean said, his voice laced sarcasm, "What's up with you this fine night?"
Emily jumped, startled by the sound of his voice. She turned to face him, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Dean, you scared me. I didn't know you were home. You startled me." Emily quickly grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and chugged it. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest still heaving from exertion.
Dean raised an eyebrow, taking in the sight of her. "Looks like you've had quite the night with Kyle." Dean signed.
Emily blushed, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Actually, Dean, it's not Kyle. It's Brendan," she admitted sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.
"Brendan? I could have sworn you were yelling Kyle half the damn day," Dean said, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"UM that WAS Kyle earlier, Dean." Emily admitted, a playful smirk spreading across her face.
Dean's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of disbelief flashing in his gaze. "You mean to tell me that you fucked both Kyle and Brendan in the same night? Emily, that's..." He paused, searching for the right words. "That's insane, even for you."
"It's not my fault!, I didn't plan it this way", she said breaking out in a hard giggle.
"I just planned on banging Kyle, but then Brendan sent me a text saying I probably wanted to fuck him", Emily confessed, her cheeks flushed with amusement, " So imagine my surprise when I realized I actually did want to fuck him."
Dean chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Only you, Emily."
Emily laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Wait tho there's more. So then after our fight I decide the bang session is off, but then he shows up here with a large erection like some dick to door salesman you see, and he's like how bout a demonstration?" she explained out of breath.
"So Like I said, not my fault, know what I mean?" Emily said piercing him with her innocent eyes.
Dean smiled, "Ya, when you put it like that, I mean, what choice did you have?"
Emily shrugged, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Exactly. So, long story short I desperately needed fluids and here you were. She leaned against the fridge, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And you always said I had poor multitasking skills."
Dean raised an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "Multitasking? Emily, you're talking about fucking two different guys in one night. That's not multitasking, that's..."
Emily threw her head back in faux outrage "perhaps Dean, you could get to the point so that I can get back to the thing pointing up in my room."
Dean replied amused "Right, wouldn't want to keep you from your demonstration."
Emily's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Well, aren't you a gentleman, Dean?" "But seriously, I think I've had enough demonstrations for one night. Trust me, my body needs a break I think I'll tell Brendan it's time to pack up his tool and get it back to the shop."
Dean nodded, a playful grin spreading across his face. "I can imagine. So, what's the plan now? You gonna take a shower and hit the hay?"
Emily leaned against the fridge, her eyes a gleam. "Actually, I was thinking maybe we could hang out for a bit. Catch up, you know? It's been a while since we've just talked."