tease, you need to be punished.” Emily squeezed her breasts, rolled them under her hands, and squeezed her nipples, imagining it was Nate. She imagined him taking her breasts into his mouth, sucking them, nibbling them. She slid her hands along her belly, and dipped them lower, and used her vibrator to tease her clit as she stroked her swollen lower lips. She slid one finger inside her drenched pussy, then two, then three at a time. As the vibrator teased her swollen bundle of nerves, she stroked herself rapidly, faster and faster until everything inside her exploded and came rushing out of her in a burst of happiness.
Emily lay in bed, breathing heavily, and feeling happier and more relaxed than she had in a very long time.
It was too late to get to sleep, so Emily got up, showered, tidied her room, and got dressed. When she emerged from her bedroom at 6:30, she found Isabel having breakfast in front of the TV.
Isabel glanced at her curiously, and said, “You’re up early again. Do they make you get to work at 7?”
“No.” Emily shook her head. “I just wake early sometimes. I might as well get to work.”
“I came home at 2 a.m. and saw your light on. Did you get any sleep at all?”
Emily smiled and avoided the question. “What did you do till 2 a.m.?”
Isabel rolled her eyes. “What else? Try to meet the perfect guy.”
Emily worried that she’d be late, or at least, too late to get on the elevator with Nate. But she couldn’t help ribbing Isabel just before she stepped out. “And did you meet anyone perfect enough?”
Isabel snorted. “No, just a bunch of broke losers. And I need a man who’ll commit, not some sleazebag who’ll dump me after the first night.”
“Sometimes hot sex is good.” Emily giggled. She sounded so unlike herself – but she felt like a completely different person this morning. She’d gone to work yesterday the same, boring, shy girl. But by the time she got home she was a horny mess, a woman who was desperate to be fucked. She needed a man to give her an orgasm, to show her what mind-blowing sex really was.
Isabel raised one eyebrow. “What happened to you?”
Emily laughed. Nate had happened to her – and he hadn’t even really happened yet. But she wasn’t about to share that news with Isabel yet so she just shook her head. “I was being silly.”
“I hope that’s all it is. I know you’ve never brought a man back home since moving in with me, so I hope you’re not being seduced by some sleazy old man. You know, you’re so young and innocent, it would be too easy for someone to take advantage of you. He’d promise you the world and give you nothing.”
“But you bring guys home sometimes, and then I never see them again.”
“That’s different. I’m experienced enough to have no-strings sex. You’re just an easy target for douchebag, and you believe in silly things like love at first sight. You’d get your heart broken and be miserable.”
Emily shook her head. “I have to go. See you tonight.”
She could feel Isabel’s eyes on her as she walked to the door and stepped out. A two-minute conversation was all it had taken for Isabel to crush her high spirits.
Emily mused bitterly as she headed to work. Was Isabel right? Was she really being foolish to want to be with Nate? After all, he was her boss. She might lose her job for this. And he might just break her heart – he did seem so easy to fall for. Had she fallen for him already? She tried to do a pulse-check of her emotions, but everything was blurred together.
***
By the time she got to 590 Madison Avenue, Emily was racked with doubt. On the one hand, it seemed like a terrible idea to sleep with her boss. On the other hand…
On the other hand, Emily really really wanted to have proper, grown-up sex. She was tired of the fumbling boys of her youth, and she was distrustful of the strange men in dark bars. Nate exuded an intensity and power that she wanted to experience physically.
Jan (ILT) J. C.; Gerardi Greenburg