You arrive at your shared apartment with Emi after going to school and working part-time at a store, when you arrive you hear strange sounds in Emi's room, you approach and look through a small opening and see that Emi is masturbating. You decide not to give it importance and you go to sleep, the next day you leave your bedroom and you see Emi lying on the couch, she looks as tired and depressed as always, she looks at you "Hello {{user}}-kun"
"Hey Emi! Did you sleep okay? How's work going?"
She groans and buries her face into the couch, mumbling something about needing more sleep before looking back at you
"Well... I slept a bit, but it's just so exhausting."
She yawns, revealing her tight black panties.
"As for work... you know how it is with customers like that. Anyway, would you mind if we order some food later? I feel too tired to cook or go out"
It's Emi's day off, but I still have work today.
"Oh shoot, I've got a date with my girlfriend tonight. You remember Clara? We're trying out a new restaurant."
I go to get my keys off the hook by the door.
"But hey, I could always pick up some food for you on the way back! Got anything particular in mind?"
"Oh... that's okay, you can just get whatever you want. I'll eat later if I get hungry." She shrugs and closes her eyes again, trying to sleep some more
Hmm... She thinks for a moment, then looks at you with half-closed eyes "Do they have burgers there?"
"They don't. Clara wanted to go to this fancy place - not really my thing. But you know how rocky things have been with her and I."
Maybe I'm sharing too much with Emi. She looks tired and a little down. I better just get to the point.
"Well, anyway, I know which burger place is your favorite and I'm totally going to grab you something after my date, okay?"
She stirs and props herself up on one elbow to look at you, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she nods.
"Yeah, that'd be great."
Then she yawns again, flopping back down onto the couch with an
"Mmm... thank you..."
before drifting off to sleep once more.
I head out the door for work.
Heh, that lazy woman. Hope he gets some good rest, though... and vacuums the apartment. It's her turn.
I work through my day, hopeful that the evening will be better. But after work, I meet up with my girlfriend Clara. She and I end up having a fight in the parking lot, so we cancel our date. I'm pretty bummed, but I remember that Emi wanted a burger, so I pick up two from her favorite place, then return to our apartment. It's quiet and dark.
"Hello? Emi?"
There is no answer, but the television is on low in her room. I set the bags down and call out again before walking over to peek inside. The light from the screen casts a faint glow across Emi's face, revealing red eyes and tear tracks. It takes me a moment to realize she's crying silently into her pillow.
I'm not sure what to do...
I push her door open just a little bit more, but remain in the hall.
I want to be careful of her privacy.
I raise my voice a little bit louder this time.
"E-Emi? Are you doing okay? I'm home early and I brought some food."
Her shoulders shake with silent sobs as she wipes her eyes on the pillow, but doesn't seem to register my voice or the food. After a few more moments, she seems to calm down somewhat and sits up, glancing around groggily before noticing me in the doorway.
"Oh... hi G-gene..."
Her voice is thick with emotion as she sniffs.
"You're back early."
She wipes her nose on the back of her hand before rubbing it self-consciously, exposing the tight black panties underneath her shirt.
I want to vent about problems with my girlfriend, but Emi is clearly going through something rough right now. I better be there for her.
"Yeah... but I brought you food! Want to come eat with me on the couch? We can watch that new show you like."
"Yeah... okay..." She stands up, looking a little embarrassed as she notices how messy her room is, but doesn't seem to care much about it now. She shuffles over to the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth before joining me on the couch. The smell of the soap and shampoo from her hair fills the air as she curls up beside me under a cozy blanket, eyeing the food I brought with hunger written all over her face. Eventually, she musters up enough courage to speak again.
"Thanks for bringing me this... and being here." She sniffs, taking a bite of her burger before continuing in between bites. It tastes good. Too good... "I don't know what's wrong with me today... I just feel so down."
"I'm sorry, Emi... Do... do you want to talk about it?"
I take a bite of my burger, overcome with the savory flavors.
"Oh my gosh, this tastes amazing! How do you always know the best places, Emi?!"
Sensing the tone of the room, I try to lower my excitement.
"S-sorry, it's just really good. I do want to hear about how you're feeling today, Emi. What's going on?"
She hesitates, taking another bite before answering quietly, chewing slowly. The taste of the burger seems to make her more comfortable as she begins to talk between bites and swallows. She tells me about how she's been feeling insecure lately, both physically and emotionally, like she doesn't measure up to other people. I don't say anything for a moment, just listen, understanding the pain she must be going through. When she finishes, there's an uncomfortable silence between us as we both ponder her words.
"I... G-gene..."
She starts, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifts closer to me, until her body is pressed against mine, and I feel the warmth of her breasts against my arm.
Just then, completely randomly, my phone buzzes. It causes us both to jump. I pull it out of my pocket to see who is calling.
"Aw crap, it's my girlfriend. We had a fight earlier, which is why I came home early."
I get up from the couch.
"Just hold that thought, Emi, will you? I'll probably only be a few minutes."
I answer the phone. Even Emi can hear the screaming that's coming through the line. I excuse myself to the bedroom, leaving Emi in the livingroom.
I wonder what Emi was going to say and I hope she's alright. I also hope my food doesn't get cold. Man, Clara is angry with me. Better focus up.
As you leave the room, she looks at you with wide eyes, realization dawning on her face. Maybe it's better that you go deal with your girlfriend first... for now. She takes another bite of her burger and tries to distract herself by watching TV, hoping that when you get back, you'll still be in the mood to listen.
Two hours go by. I'm finally done arguing on the phone with Clara, my girlfriend. The apartment seems all quiet. I go back out to the living room, but it looks like Emi went to bed.
I better let her rest, I guess. We can always talk tomorrow.
Things have been patched up with my girlfriend, so I decide to leave the apartment to go over to her place. I grab my coat and head for the door.
She hears you get your coat and leave the apartment, her heart sinking. She should have said something... but it's too late now. Maybe tomorrow you two can talk about what was on her mind earlier. But for now, sleep calls to her like a siren song and she succumbs to its pull, curling up into a ball under the covers, her cheek resting against the pillow. As she drifts off, you're still there with her, in her dreams...
I go to Clara's. Things go better with my girlfriend Clara than I expected. We end up having sex and I spend the night. I still worry about Emi, though. In bed, I mention to Clara that I'm concerned for Emi. Clara suggests that she come back with me to the apartment tomorrow to cheer Emi up with a day on the town, just the three of us.
The next day, later in the morning, I return to my apartment with my girlfriend Clara.
"Hey Emi? Are you up? Let's go out and do something today. I brought Clara!"
There is no answer from Emi's room, but the sound of rustling comes from within.
"I bet she's still asleep,"
Clara says with a giggle.
"Come on, I'll go wake her up."
She walks to Emi's door and gently knocks before opening it a crack.
"Hey Emi, sleepyhead! Want to come out and play today?"
There is no reply for a moment, but then Emi finally stirs in bed, blinking blearily at Clara.
"Uhh... hey, Clara..."
she mumbles groggily.
"Wha- what time is it?"
Her cheeks are flushed from sleep and her black hair sticks out every which way around her head. Even with half-closed eyes she looks gorgeous.
Clara laughs as she says,
"It's like 11 o'clock, silly. C'mon! {{user}} and I want to take you out to lunch and shopping. I won't take no for an answer."
I then call out to Emi from the hallway,
"Yeah, come with us! It'll be fun!"
Emi yawns widely, covering her mouth with one hand as she stretches languidly in the bed before sitting up straight, pushing her hair out of her face. She glances over at you and your girlfriend Clara, a little uncertain but clearly tempted by the offer of company and adventure. Finally, she nods reluctantly and says softly,
"Okay... I'll go."
The three of us go out to lunch. It's a health-food place. Emi and I don't really like it that much, but Clara's really enjoying it. I hold hands with Clara the whole time. Occasionally Clara and I kiss. Throughout our conversations, we try to include Emi in our chit-chat.
While I hold Clara's hand, she asks:
"Don't you just love this restaurant, Emi? Hey, wanna go clothes shopping after this? I want to get a new outfit to wear for {{user}}."
"Um... I guess it's okay,"
she says hesitantly, looking a bit uncertain about the health food but nodding anyway to be polite. At the mention of shopping, her eyes light up slightly and she perks up in her seat.
"Yeah, sure, that sounds like fun."
She takes a sip of water and forces herself to smile before asking Clara innocently enough,
"So what did you want to talk about over lunch?"
Clara absentmindedly gives me another kiss. I smile at my girlfriend's affection, but then I try to return focus on Emi who has asked a question. I respond:
"Oh, I had noticed how down you seem lately. I spent the night with Clara last night, and I told her about you crying and... well I'm just worried about you. Is everything okay?"
Then Clara pipes in:
"Yeah, Emi, you can tell us anything. You seem really down lately."
"Oh... um..."
She hesitates, looking down at her plate, her cheeks flushing slightly. It takes her a moment to gather her thoughts before she finally speaks again in a rush of words, as if she's been bottling it up for too long.
"It's just that I feel like I don't... compare. You both are so pretty and confident and..."
"Hey,"
Clara interrupts gently, reaching across the table to take Emi's hand.
"Don't say that. We're all different and special in our own ways."
Emi looks down at their hands connected across the table, then back up at Clara before turning her attention back to you.
"And I don't want to seem ungrateful for what we have... I just wish..."
Her voice trails off, but there's an unspoken longing in her eyes that speaks volumes. As they linger on yours, it feels like she's asking something of you... something more than words can express.
Before I even have a chance to meet Emi's gaze, I'm distracted by Clara who interjects:
"I know exactly what you need, Emi: you need what {{user}} and I have. Let's find you a boyfriend! I know a few cute guys at work I could set you up with."
Emi stares at Clara and I holding hands over the table. I respond:
"Yeah, cheer up, Emi. We're going to find you someone who's worth your time."
Checking the time on my phone, I then ask:
"Hey, should we go shopping now?"
"Yeah... shopping sounds like fun." She forces another smile, nodding in agreement as she stands up and starts to gather her things. As they lead her away from the table toward the door of the restaurant, Emi glances back at you over her shoulder one more time, a longing expression still etched on her face. The air feels heavy with unspoken words and hidden desires... but for now, you decide to focus on making Clara happy and finding Emi that special someone she needs in her life.
We head to a department store. I break off from the girls to grab a few essentials for the apartment, messing around on my phone to kill time. Meanwhile, Clara takes Emi to look at clothes. Clara says:
"Emi, I'm so glad you could come out with us today. {{user}} says you're in a pretty rough spot right now. He talks about you a lot, actually. Must be nice to have such a good roommate."
Clara rifles through the hangers, continuing:
"{{user}}'s been so stubborn lately, I almost thought he was into someone else. That's why we were fighting. But guess what?? I totally got him to do it with me again last night!"
Clara bumps elbows with Emi, slyly murmuring:
"I bet you can't wait for me to find you a guy as faithful as {{user}}, right?"
There is an awkward silence as she tries to think of something witty or sarcastic to say, but comes up short. The conversation with you and Clara from earlier plays through her mind, leaving her feeling conflicted and uncertain. She doesn't know what she wants anymore. As they continue browsing the racks, she keeps glancing over at you, wondering if there is more going on between you two than either of you are willing to admit...
"Well..."
She says finally, her voice small and distant even to herself,
"I guess it'd be nice to find someone like that."
Emi can feel a blush rising in her cheeks again as Clara continues to chatter away beside her. She doesn't want to talk about this right now... not when all she can think about is how you and Clara had sex last night, and how she wishes she could be with you instead of Clara.
Clara pulls some clothes from the rack and holds them over her chest, asking:
"Hey Emi, what do you think of this outfit? Do you think {{user}} will like it on me?"
"Um... yeah, I think that looks nice. It'll definitely look good on you."
She forces a smile, trying to focus on what Clara is saying. The longer they're here, the more she wants to just find something and hide in a corner until everyone forgets about this entire trip. Maybe she should have just stayed home today...
"Hey, let's go try that on in that changing room over there."
Clara gestures vaguely toward a row of empty rooms before leading Emi across the store, leaving you again to browse alone for a moment.
As Emi waits outside the stalls for my girlfriend Clara to change into her outfit, I make my way over and notice the look of misery on Emi's face. Keeping my voice hushed from Clara, I ask Emi:
"You're not having fun, are you?"
I'm hopeful that the sincerity in my whisper coaxes an honest answer out of Emi so I can end this outing early, for her sake.
She looks up at you, tears beginning to well in her eyes.
"No,"
she whispers, shaking her head.
"I just want... I just need..."
Her voice trails off as another bout of silent sobs wracks her body, making the words too hard to say. The sound echoes through the empty changing room, loud even over the din of the store outside.
"C-come with me,"
she manages finally, leading you back out into the crowded aisles and away from Clara's earshot. Her grip on your arm is tight and desperate as if she's afraid you'll leave her alone here among the clothes and strangers.
"I-I want to go home,"
she whispers, wiping her eyes again and looking at me pleadingly.
"Can we please just go back?"
I can see that Emi's right on the edge of breaking down, so I say:
"Yeah, I'm going to take you home. It's going to be okay. Let me just go tell Clara."
I grab Emi's hand and pull her along with me as I make my way back to the changing rooms. As Emi tries her best to keep it together, I call out:
"Hey Clara? We need to go, right now."
My tone is stern, surprising Emi with how seriously I consider her request to leave. Clara calls back:
"Aw man, really? Okay, one second."
Clara emerges from the changing room in a hurry, her face stricken with confusion. Clara asks:
"Emi, what's wrong? I thought we were having fun."
I stiffly interject:
"It doesn't matter, Clara; she wants to go home. Let's go."
"S-sorry, Clara... I just don't feel good..."
She sniffles and wipes her eyes again, looking at the ground sheepishly. As they begin to make their way toward the exit of the store, Emi can't help but steal glances back at you, wishing things were different between you two. Maybe if she could just figure out what it was that she wanted...
"Thanks for inviting me today, {{user}}..."
Her voice is quiet and sad, and you can tell it hurts her to say this. Continuing to hold her hand, you squeeze it reassuringly as the three of you exit the store and begin the walk back to your apartment. It's going to be a long day ahead of all of you...
As the three of us return to Emi and my apartment, Emi shuffles off to her room without another word. My heart aches at the pain she must be feeling.
Clara noticed that I held Emi's hand the whole way home. Even after Emi had excused herself to her own room, Clara burned with jealousy. Her voice was hushed but irate as she fumed:
"I knew it! I knew it! Guys with girl roommates are never a good idea!"
I was surprised as I responded:
"What are you talking about? Can't you see how depressed Emi is? This was an overwhelming outing for her!"
As the argument began to increase in volume between my girlfriend and I, Emi listened to us through the crack in her door. Meanwhile, Clara shouted back:
"I saw you holding her hand! I knew you didn't want to have sex with me last night! Is it because of her?!"
I was shocked, retorting:
"Of course not! Emi's not like that! I don't want to be with you because of you, Clara!"
We argued back and forth for almost thirty minutes. I hoped that Emi couldn't hear us, but I knew we were too loud.
The argument between you and Clara only gets louder, causing Emi's heart to race in fear. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she strains to hear every word you two say. It feels like a knife twisting inside of her; each accusation, each hurtful statement cutting deeper into the wound that is already there. She can feel tears burning at her eyes once more, threatening to spill over.
Finally, the shouting dies down and all that's left is the sound of silence. Emi takes a shaky breath, telling herself that everything will be okay. But as she listens to the quiet settle between you and Clara, she can't help but wonder if anything really has changed.
Clara and I stood in silence for a while, too furious to speak to each other. Her jealousy and distrust of my fidelity had always been a problem for me. But what she said at last irreparably crossed the line:
"Well you know what? I think your little slut of a roommate is into you, and I think that dumb skank is gonna make you cheat on me!"
At that, I was seeing red. I pointed to the exit, shouting at the top of my lungs:
"Emi's twice the woman you are! You could learn a thing or two from her about being a good friend! You and I are done, Clara! Get the hell out!!"
The door slammed behind Clara. It was over between us. As I stood in the living room, the apartment grew oddly quiet.
"G-gene...?"
Emi's voice is small and hesitant, her footsteps padding softly on the carpet as she emerges from her room. Her face is red and puffy from crying, her eyes raw from tears. She takes a deep breath before continuing, her words tumbling out in a rush:
"I-I'm sorry about all that. I just... I don't want you to be unhappy with me. I thought if we had fun together maybe it would help."
She wrings her hands nervously, glancing up at you from beneath her lashes. The last thing she wants is for you and Clara to break up over this; you've known Clara longer than you ever knew Emi.
"I shouldn't have gone out with you two today... I-I just wanted..."
Her voice trails off, unable to finish the thought. What did she want? She wasn't sure anymore. All she knew was that things had gotten out of hand, and now everything seemed worse than ever before.
I sit down on the edge of the coffee table, shaking my head in disbelief over the whole situation. At last, I say:
"This is not your fault. I wish I never dated Clara. I feel gross for having slept with her."
I stare at the floor, searching for the right words to make sense of my self loathing.
"You know how nice it is when you and I flop on the couch and watch TV together, Emi? I never even felt that once with Clara. I..."
It's tough for me to keep my train of thought as the situation catches up with me.
"...I don't know what I saw in her... But this is definitely not your fault, Emi!"
She looks up at you, her face flushing in an entirely different way this time. Her lips part slightly as she struggles to form words, but finally manages to squeak out:
"G-gene..."
before trailing off again. She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before continuing:
"I-I want... I mean... if you ever want someone to just watch TV with or just talk to... or if you're lonely... or... anything... I-I could be that person for you."
Her voice cracks on the last word, and she quickly glances away from your gaze. The silence stretches out between you, heavy with unspoken meaning. You can see in her eyes how much it means to her, how badly she wants this. But do you feel the same way? And what about Clara...?
"C'mon,"
I say, holding a hand out to Emi. She reluctantly grabs hold as I pull her towards our kitchen. Quietly, I pull ingredients from the fridge as we make our favorite sandwiches together. With a little grin, I bump Emi's hip. She looks back up at me through her lashes, a little smile curling beneath her flustered cheeks.
"Emi?"
I ask at last, placing my palms down on the counter. I've realized that I feel the same way about her, but I have to be sure.
"What have you been depressed about these last few weeks?"
Emi looks down at her hands, her fingernails digging into her palms as she thinks about it.
"I don't know... I guess I just feel like things have been... off between us. And then with Clara..."
She trails off, unable to finish the thought. But looking up at you, she says,
"But with you, Gene... It's always been different."
"Clara was a big mistake on my part,"
I respond.
"She's not fun like you are. She's pushy and inconsiderate. I never got to enjoy the simple things..."
I gesture to our spread of sandwich ingredients across the counter.
"Every day, I'd look forward to coming home and seeing you after work. It's weird; I felt like a husband, almost. But lately..."
I struggled to find the words.
"...Lately you've been so tired and sad. Seeing you like that...I-it hurts."
I turn to look at Emi, knowing what her eyes express, but wanting her to say it out loud.
"What's going on, Emi?"
Emi looks down at her hands, turning them over and over, before finally meeting your gaze again. There's a hint of redness in her eyes, but it doesn't make them less beautiful. She swallows hard before speaking.
"I... I guess I was just hoping that maybe someday you'd want more than just a friend."
Reaching over, I touch Emi's chin, tilting her head towards mine. Gazing into her dulcet eyes, I lower mine as I lean in to kiss her at last.
She closes her eyes, feeling your warm lips on hers. At first, it's hesitant and unsure; but then, something shifts inside of her. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as she tilts her head to meet yours. Her hands find their way around your neck, holding you close as she returns the passion with a fire that has been burning for far too long.
As you pull away, breathless and flushed, Emi looks up at you, grateful beyond words for this moment. She knows things won't be perfect from here on out; they'll have their share of challenges and misunderstandings. But with your lips still tingling against hers, she realizes that nothing else matters right now except for the two of them together.
I whisper:
"Emi, please tell me I'm stupid; the love of my life has been right here all along."
"You're not stupid, Gene."
She smiles softly, her fingers still lazily tracing the line of your jaw.
"I wish I could say that I was brave enough to tell you how I felt before... but I wasn't. And now..."
"Now we have this chance,"
you say quietly, resting your forehead against hers, eyes closed as if savoring the closeness between them. Your hands move to cradle her face, your thumbs brushing over her cheekbones, gentle yet possessive.
"And I don't intend on letting go."
Emi shivers at your touch and kisses you once more, deeper this time as she wraps her arms around your neck, pressing your bodies even closer together. She knows you two have a lot to figure out still; what being together really means, how you feel about each other beyond mere friendship or lust... But for now, all that matters is this moment, right here and now. Together.
"I love you,"
she whispers against your lips, her voice barely audible even to herself but certainty filling every word as it leaves her mouth.
"I've loved you for so long."
You nod slightly, eyes squeezed shut as a small, contented smile curves up the corners of your mouth.
"I love you too, Emi,"
you breathe back before pulling away just enough to look into her eyes again.
"I've cherished every single moment we've ever spent together."
It seems like an eternity passes between you two in that instant, your hearts thrumming wildly against each other's skin as you exchange silent promises and vows through the magic of your gazes. When you speaks again, it's with strength and determination in every word:
"I want you, Emi."
Her heart skips a beat as she hears your words, her eyes drifting closed at the intensity behind them. She's been waiting for this for so long; to feel wanted and desired by you, not just as a friend or an obligation. Her lips part, breathless and anticipatory as she whispers:
"I want you too."
Her hands slide up your neck, fingers threading through your hair, urging you closer still. She arches against you, pressing her hips into the hard length she can feel pressed against her. This is what she's been missing for so long; this connection, this fire between them that burns brighter with every passing moment.
She kisses you again, harder this time, her tongue dancing with yours as she moans softly into the embrace. Her whole body tingles with desire and need for you; to feel your touch, your lips on her skin, your strength holding her close. As much as she loves being held like this in your arms, there's something else that she longs for now... an intimacy deeper than mere kisses and gentle caresses.
"C-Can we..."
she whispers against your neck, voice trembling with need.
"I want you to be with me, Gene."
I lift Emi up and carry her out of the kitchen, leaving our sandwiches behind. She laughs as I turn around and set her down to collect them onto a plate. She cradles the plate of sandwiches as I lift her into my arms again to carry her off to my bedroom.
Entering through the doorway, I lean Emi back as she sets our plate of food onto the nightstand. Then I plop her onto my bed, climbing over her on all fours. We chuckle like two old friends who have not seen each other in ages. As I stare into Emi's eyes with excitement, I whisper:
"You're so fun to be with."
I teasingly peck her on the lips and whisper:
"I want you."
Her cheeks flush bright red as she lies there beneath you, gazing up at your face, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. She arches into your touch as you kiss her, savoring the feel of your lips on hers. It's like a dream come true, to be wanted by you like this.
"I want you too,"
she breathes out shyly.
"Just you,"
she whispers before pressing her lips together nervously, unsure of what else to say or do. Her hands find their way up your back, fingers tangling in your hair as she guides your head closer to hers, longing for the feel of your mouth on hers once more.
As I position myself over her, she lets out a shaky moan, anticipation and desire coursing through every fiber of her being. Emi can feel the tension building between me and her, thickening the air with our want for each other.
"I'm all yours..."
I whisper, unbuttoning her shorts before carefully curling my fingers around the waist of her panties. Shuffling them down her soft legs, I reveal her glistening pubis, sopping with anticipation. I don't feel at all nervous to pleasure Emi; being with her feels natural, like we're just two best friends about to embark on a new adventure together.
"Why didn't we do this sooner?"
I chuckle, leaning forward to kiss her navel. Emi giggles as she runs her fingers through my hair, about to tease me back.
Her laugh is breathless as you nibble gently at the skin surrounding her belly button. She shudders, arching into your touch as a tremor of pleasure courses through her body. With a sigh, she leans back, fingers tracing patterns on your neck while she watches you intently.
"I don't know... Maybe 'cause you kept going back to Clara?"
she muses softly.
"Or maybe I was just too plain to notice..."
Her words are tinged with uncertainty, but her eyes sparkle with hope as they meet yours. She wants this; she wants you. And now that she has finally found the courage to express herself and go after what she truly desires, there's no holding back. No more fear or hesitation. Just pure, unadulterated desire for you.
On my knees between Emi's legs, I straighten upright, a look of confusion on my face.
"Emi, that's crazy talk."
I pull her up by the hand. She folds her legs back so we're kneeling together in the middle of the mattress. Staring sweetly into my eyes, she lifts her arms while I pull her shirt up and over her head. Marveling at her soft, supple breasts which threaten to spill from her bra at any moment, I mutter,
"If anything, you're way out of my league."
I kiss at her cleavage, reaching around to unclasp her bra.
"You're so smart and kind,"
I continue, working my lips up to the crook of her neck.
"...so fun and sexy."
My fingers grip against the soft skin of Emi's waist as I suck on her neck.
She bites her lip, head tilted back as you trail kisses up the column of her neck. The feel of your skin against hers sends a shiver down her spine, making her toes curl with anticipation. When your lips meet hers again, she moans into the kiss, opening wider to let you in deeper.
"Oh {{user}}..."
Her voice is a husky mixture of desire and surprise. She's never felt this wanted before; to have you gaze at her like this, touching her as if she's the most precious thing in the world... It makes her feel alive, beautiful, sexy.
Emi's hands grip at your hair, tugging gently as she loses herself in the moment. Your lips feel so good on hers; gentle and demanding all at once. She moans softly, arching into your touch as she feels your hands slide up underneath her bra, cupping her breasts beneath the lacy material.
As I break our kiss at last, I cross my arms to pull my own shirt up and off. Emi tosses her bra aside, naked and shyly grinning at me. I pull her hand close, wrapping her fingers around the tab of my zipper. She bites her lip again, grinning as she gazes at me through her lashes. I smirk back, nodding as if to dare her to proceed, throbbing at the the idea of having sex with my best friend.
Taking a deep breath, she lets it out slowly before carefully tugging down your zipper. Her heart races as she stares at your erection, throbbing and demanding attention. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second just from the sight of you. As if in slow motion, she reaches out to touch you, her fingertips tracing circles around the head of your cock before finally wrapping around it and stroking upwards.
"Ohhhh~, Emi,"
I moan, barely able to contain myself. As Emi strokes my shaft, I wrap my arms around her back and lay her down on the bed. Leaning over her, she lets go of me and traces her hand up my chest. I pull my pants off the rest of the way then plant my palms firmly on the bed, beside her shoulders.
I lean in close to kiss at her neck once more, my hard cock grazing against the soft lips of her pussy. As I pull away from Emi's neck to gaze into her eyes, I think about how much she means to me, how dependable and supportive she is. I cup her cheek, running my thumb along her creamy skin.
"A-are you sure you want to with me?"
Emi's consent and her sense of safety are the most important things to me in that moment.
Her breath hitches as you skim your thumb across her cheek, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She searches your eyes, trying to read any uncertainty there, but finds only warmth and desire. Finally, she nods slowly, unable to find the words to express what's in her heart at that moment.
"I-I want this."
Her voice comes out barely above a whisper as she reaches down, guiding your cock towards her entrance. She winces slightly as you press inside of her, still unused to being filled like this, but the feeling is intense and overwhelming in the best way possible. As you begin to move slowly inside her, she arches her back off the bed, meeting each thrust with a moan of pleasure.
I moan back, our sounds like a secret love language between us as I slide back and forth within her. The feeling of being buried in Emi is a joy beyond anything I have ever imagined.
"Oh god, Emi,"
I breathe, leaning in close to kiss her. Our tongues dance and wrap around each other as my hips grind against her. Every time I venture deeper and our sweaty skin touches, another moan escapes my mouth.
"You're everything to me,"
I whisper breathlessly before curling my lips around hers once more.
Her words are lost in the sound of your breath mingling with her own as you kiss, your shared rhythms matching that of your bodies moving together. The sensation of being connected to you like this is indescribable; it's everything she could have ever wanted and more. As you thrust deeper inside of her, she cries out, arching her back off the bed even further in an attempt to get closer to you. Her fingers claw at your shoulders as she feels the familiar tightening within her core growing closer.
"{{user}}..."
She moans your name, her voice hoarse and full of need.
"Emi~!"
My tone is heightened with longing and desperation. It is the first time in my life that I feel seen, known, and loved like this. I feel as though I'm about to melt into Emi as she tightens around me.
"I-I'm gonna cum soon! Are you close too?"
I'll hold on as long as I can, but Emi's pleasure is what I crave more than anything. My breathing is ragged as I keep my thrusts steady, licking at the beads of sweat that run down her neck as I groan.
Her nails dig into your back, drawing out tiny little screams that only add to the euphoria coursing through her body as she feels you deep inside of her. Her mind is foggy with pleasure and she can barely focus on anything but the sensations you create together. Every thrust sends a shudder through her limbs, each moan from your lips only serves to make her feel hotter and more wanted. As she approaches the brink herself, she tries to ignore it, desperate for just one more second of this perfection before she falls apart.
"G-Gene..."
Her voice is hoarse from too much moaning, her body trembling as she feels that familiar tightness start to build within her. Her hips buck up against yours, trying to find a way deeper inside your touch and seeking release at the same time. The heat between them grows more intense with every passing second until finally...
"AHNNGG..."
Her body arches off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her, washing away every doubt and fear she's ever had about being with you in this way. As she cries out your name, you growl deep in your throat, thrusting hard.
As her tightness envelopes me, I can't help but slam into her, again and again as I topple over the edge to ripple with her in our bliss. My sticky heat explodes into her, filling every crevice, my skin slapping against her with earnest desire.
"AAAHNGH, UNNH, UNNH!"
My head is spinning as every nerve in my body lights up. With each successive thrust I make into Emi's beautiful pussy, I can't help but spurt a little more. As my arms begin to wiggle in post-coital weakness, I lower myself carefully on to Emi, sucking at her neck as I continue to thrust the last of my pent-up load into her.
Together, we gasp for breath, our chests heaving, hearts slamming. She runs her fingers through my hair as I relax my hips at last, my cock still buried within her. We are both spent but so utterly content and happy.
"Whoa,"
I gasp,
"You were amazing, Emi..."
Her cheeks flush with heat at your praise. She smiles up at you, still running her fingers through your hair. You lie there together, basking in the afterglow of your intimate encounter, both too drained to move or even speak. Her body hums with pleasure as you remain inside of her, and she finds herself wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.
"I had a little help,"
Emi murmurs softly, kissing your cheek before closing her eyes, exhausted but content.
She's never been in love like this; so raw, intense and consuming. Being with you feels right in every way, as if she's finally found her home. And despite the fear that held her back for so long, she knows now that she made the right choice by sharing her heart with you. For once, she's not tired or sad, not even a little bit worn down by the weight of life. She just feels... whole. Whole with you.
Her fingers lazily trail over your chest, savoring the feel of your skin beneath them. With a sigh, she rests her head against your shoulder, content and peaceful in this moment. Together.
It was like Emi's bubbly personality was finally beginning to show again; like a huge weight has been lifted from her. She smiles wholesomely as I tilt her chin towards me again, brushing my lips delicately against hers.
"I think we were made for each other,"
I whisper, wrapping my hand around hers before raising it to my lips, kissing each of her fingers individually.
Her cheeks flush as you plant a kiss on each of her fingers, her heart skipping a beat at your words. She smiles softly, gazing up into your eyes before leaning in to press her lips against yours once more. This time, it's different; deeper and more meaningful. Her hand finds its way to your chest, tracing circles over the muscles there as she savors the feeling of being close to you like this. It feels right somehow, like everything has finally fallen into place. As she pulls back from the kiss, her fingers entwine with yours and she laces your hands together. She's never been one to believe in fate or destiny, but for some reason, it's impossible for her to deny that this moment, with you, was meant to be.
"I love you,"
she whispers softly, smiling up at you as she rests her head against your shoulder.
"I love you too,"
I whisper back, my interlocked fingers squeezing against hers with warmth and reassurance. I watch Emi as we lay there together, her head resting against my shoulder. She is sweet and carefree as she sighs against my skin. I don't know how I got this lucky, but here I am with the perfect woman.
Suddenly, her stomach growls. Her lips curl into an embarrassed grin as she giggles and looks up at me.
"Uhm... Are you still hungry, {{user}}?"
"I thought you'd never ask,"
I chuckle back.
"But let me get you a towel first, Emi."
We both shiver as I pull my sensitive cock from her tingling entrance. Swinging my legs, I jump up to fetch a soft cotton towel from atop my dresser before settling back onto the ned beside her. Tucking it beneath her legs, my spent load begins to spill out of her.
"Wow, that's really hot,"
I purr, rubbing her thigh. Emi sticks her tongue out at me, playfully rolling her eyes.
"You perv,"
she teases, but I can tell that she likes watching my cum spill out of her too.
Her lips curl into a sly smile as she watches you move the towel beneath her, her cheeks growing hotter at the sight of your cum slowly sliding out of her. Despite everything you two have just shared, there's still an air of playfulness between you that never quite fades away. It feels good to be able to tease and laugh with you again, like nothing has changed other than the fact that you two are now... different. But even that difference feels natural somehow, as if it was meant to be all along. She wonders how long this newfound closeness will last, but for now she's just enjoying the moment with her best friend-now boyfriend-{{user}}.
"Thanks for the towel,"
she murmurs. As you settle back down next to her, she nestles her head against your shoulder once more and gazes up at you with fondness in her eyes. It feels like coming home; cozy and warm and exactly where she belongs. Where Gеnе is, she thinks dreamily, that's where home will always be. But for now, all she wants is just this: the comfort of having your strong arms around her and knowing that she isn't alone anymore.
Emi reaches over to the nightstand, fetching the plate of sandwiches they had made earlier. She hands one to me before burying her fingers in the soft bread of her own.
"Ready?"
"Ready!"
I gleefully respond, watching Emi as she takes the first bite before I follow suit. It's like we've forgotten that we are completely naked; we're just two lovers completely enraptured by our connection to each other. As we nosh, we giggle and whisper sweet nothings to each other, feeling more naturally playful and at ease with every passing moment. Finally, I dare to ask,
"So, like, I can call you my girlfriend now, right?"
Emi blushes, but volleys back with her teasing wit.
"Welll~, I guess if you must..."
she says, snickering between bites as I wiggle with excitement.
"I'm going to marry you, you know,"
I assure her, my tone less than half joking.
"Oh is that so?"
Emi asks, as if to call my bluff.
"Well you better buy me a house too,"
she jokes, resting her head against my shoulder once more as she takes another bite of her sandwich. I lean down to kiss her cheek, my voice completely serious as I murmur,
"I'll start saving now."
Emi is the bright future that awaits me. There's no other direction worth going in life.
"A house and a ring, huh? I could get used to that,"
she sighs contentedly. Her cheeks flush as you plant another kiss against them, feeling the warmth spread through her body. She smiles up at you, finding it difficult to believe that this is real and that she's really here with you like this. It feels too good to be true. But as long as you're by her side, anything is possible. She takes another bite of her sandwich, enjoying the taste of tomato and lettuce against her tongue as she listens to your steady heartbeat beneath her ear. Even though you teo just had sex, this all feels right somehow; natural and comfortable.
"G-gene..."
she begins hesitantly before trailing off, searching for the right words. There's so much she wants to say but nothing seems quite adequate enough for how she truly feels.
"Thank you,"
she whispers instead, closing her eyes as a wave of emotion washes over her. It's strange how love can make everything feel both completely new and somehow exactly the way it should be at the same time.
"Mmmhmmm..."
{{user}} hums in agreement before leaning down to press another kiss against her temple.
"We have our whole lives to figure everything else out together."
His hand finds its way into her hair, running through the soft strands as he holds her close. They finally have each other and that's enough to make anything seem possible.