"What dare did you have in mind?"
I raised my brows and flexed my cock again. "I'll tell you over dinner. What are you going to cook for me?"
"Ha," she snorted then laughed out loud. "Jason, Jason, Jason. You've known me for how long?"
"My whole life."
"And have you ever seen me cook?"
"A couple of times," I lied.
"Right," she laughed. "That must be some other girl."
"You're going to take me out to dinner," she stated.
"Oh?" I laughed and squeezed her cheeks. "I am, am I?"
"Yeah," she smiled her sly smile while nodding her head.
"Fine," I agreed. It wasn't like I wasn't going to take her out anyway. We always went out when I was with her. "But, I'm not done with you yet."
"I figured you weren't," she raised her brows now. "And I wasn't done with you either."
"Hands and knees on the coffee table," I ordered.
"It's an ottoman," she corrected me.
"I don't care what it's called," I laughed. "If you want dinner, you better get yourself on your hands and knees so I can have you from behind."
She spun off of me and onto the ottoman right behind her. I was right behind her once my shirt flew off and landed on the couch and my boxers rested at my ankles. I didn't even attempt my stuck shoe or pants, having her was way more pressing.
I slipped into her cunny and watched my cock split her lips apart as I slowly sank into her. My hips touched her ass as I rested there and let her adjust to get comfortable. We both knew what was coming once she was settled and ready. I gripped her hips as I slipped out then back in a few times slowly before picking up the pace.
We were slamming into one another, it sounded like somebody running in flip flops as she pushed back and I pulled her to me. Sweat was pouring from me, skin was sticking together for that brief second we connected, her cheeks rippled with perfection, nails dug into the soft cushion, frantic cries coming from the both of us before I exploded inside of her again.
She had already cum and was begging me to cum as I did. I had just released thirty minutes ago but it felt blissful to be releasing again. I washed her walls and filled her as I kept slamming into her. My balls were slapping against her clit and her fingers as she rubbed it still. She suddenly cried out that she was cumming again and not to stop. I kept going, cock still hard as a rock as the last of my orgasm left my body. I felt like I could go on like this for days.
We were both back on the couch again, panting and recovering. I was looking at her, she was looking at me. We were temporarily satisfied. It wouldn't last for long though. We both had quite the appetite for sex, this was like the first course in a five-course meal. We would talk about dinner in a few minutes, probably have sex again, go get dinner, then finish the night well into the morning doing all sorts of things to each other.
"So?" she started once she caught her breath. "Tell me about this dare you thought of."
"Well," I said then paused to think. "It's a little different." I stopped again.
"How so?" she asked.
"Just hold your horses," I smiled. "I'm thinking of a way to explain it."
"Just tell me," she almost begged. "You know I probably won't say no."
"It involves you, a dress, a public place, and a book."
"Ok?" she smiled. "Go on."
"You wear a dress and only a dress. No bra, no panties. We go to a public place where you sit down and read a chapter in the book while letting your kitty cat out subtly."
"Subtly?" she questioned.
"Yeah, you know? Like, you sit with your knees up, so you are exposed while you read. Or you sit with your legs parted and read, but you pretend you don't realize you are exposed."
"I can do that," she cheered. "You know I like public stuff like that. But, how does this involve you?"
"I'll be there watching and recording you on my phone. It's up to you about how daring and exposed you want to be."
"Jason," she smiled her devious smile. "You're bad. And you're making me wet thinking about it."
"Really?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm. Let's go pick out the dress. I've got a yellow sundress I think will be perfect for the occasion."
An hour and a half later we were at the restaurant waiting for a table to open up. We went to her room and picked out the yellow dress, had the second course and almost the third one. She was ready to go try the dress idea out right then, but it was getting dark and I wanted it to be during the daylight. We took a shower together then ended up here. A table opened up and we were taken to our seats. We sat, ordered drinks, browsed the menu, ordered some starters and our food, then sat and waited.
"Emma," I said as I smiled at her in my sly way.
"Jason," she replied and shyly batted her eyes as I looked at her with a little lust and desire. She loved how I looked at her and raised her brows.
"I've missed you," I offered.
"Mm, have you?" she questioned slyly.
"I have." I couldn't help but think of her little outfit from earlier. She looked so damn sexy in it. She was in a pale blue shirt that showed some cleavage and a pair of dark grey yoga pants that hugged her curves perfectly right now. She was hot and got some looks as we waited for the table, but it was nothing compared to earlier.
"Funny thing is," she said and broke my thoughts. "I've missed you too." Her foot was touching my leg as she let it rub up and down it a little.
"So?" I asked. "How have you been?"
"Good," she replied. "A little busy with the end of the school year stuff but that's expected."
"You've got a bunch of free time coming up," I started. "What are you going to be doing with yourself?"
"Mmmm, I don't know?" she shrugged but had this look on her face. "I'll figure something out I'm sure."
I nodded and smiled as her foot rested in between my legs. Her toes were trying to tease me, but she was just a little too short.
"Maybe I'll go with you for a couple of weeks," she suggested.
"On tour?" I questioned.
"If you want to, sure. I don't know how much fun I'd be though. You'd be stuck at a hotel for most of the day while I'm out on the course."
She shrugged. "Maybe I better stay here and find something more local then."
"Yeah?" I said and chuckled a little. "You've been doing that already though."
She tilted her head a little as her look changed from flirty and sexy to more serious and worried. "Jason?"
"Relax Em," I sighed. "I know you've been dating, and I don't care."
"You do? How?"
"You told me back in March that you've been on a few dates."
"I did?" Her foot dropped out of my lap as she sat up more.
"Yeah," I smiled again and nodded. "I don't care if you date."
"You have been too though," she said as if she needed to defend herself.
"I haven't been," I said. "I've been too busy golfing to have a personal life."
"Last week... with Jenny," she said.
"That," I started then stopped to think. "That wasn't really a date. I mean, she has been bugging me for a while that if I was around that we should do something for old time sake. I was in Dallas when I missed the cut, so I asked her what she was up to and..."
"I didn't ask you for the details," Emma interrupted me now.
"No, but I feel like you are kind of curious," I offered.
"Well," she shrugged. "Since you started explaining..."
It had been months since Emma had questioned me about my personal life and what I had going on in it. She used to get a few digs in here and there wondering about other girls, but she hadn't done that in quite some time. I thought maybe we had gotten over that hump, but this was bringing us back down that path again. There wasn't much to talk about anyway. Once I left Austin after I got my tour card, I had been with her and her only. Even my 'date' with Jenny resulted in nothing.
"I flew to Austin, met Jenny, took her to dinner then a comedy show afterwards," I explained. "After that, we went our separate ways and left it as we would try to do this again sometime in the future if I was in the area again and she was free."
"That was nice of you," Emma offered kindly.
"She had been bugging me for a while so it was the least I could do. Plus, while I have had relations with her, I still consider her a friend. She's helped out and bailed me out a few times, so..."
"I'm not in charge of who you choose to be friends with," she said carefully so there was no tone behind it. "I was just saying that you've been on dates and I've been dating."
"But you," I said carefully then paused. "You brought up my date with Jenny."
"To make a point that you've been out and I've been out."
I sighed and took a long pause from the conversation to let the mood reset. I didn't want this to turn into a tit for tat thing that blew up into something it didn't need to be. She did the same and reset with me before we started again but with more calm and care.
"Em, I don't care if you date. Are we going to stay single forever and pretend this is casual, and....?" I swirled my hands around in the air trying to make a point without saying it.
"No," she answered.
"So date," I said and smiled. "I would, but I just don't have the time."
She took an uneasy breath and let it out slowly. "Well...... since you brought the subject up." She took another measured pause. "I've got something I need to tell you."
"Ooo-kkk," I said slowly.
She sighed again and shifted uneasily in her chair. "I just...... I don't know how to tell you."
I had a sinking feeling now as she looked very nervous about whatever she had to tell me. I tried to reassure her and myself.
"We agreed to have an open and honest relationship with an open dialog. Just say what you have to say, and we will work through whatever it is together."
"I don't want you to get mad though," she said softly.
"If I do... we can work through it together."
She sighed again. "First and foremost, I was going to tell you, I just wasn't going to do it until Sunday night because I didn't want it to ruin this weekend. Secondly, I wanted you to come here, I wanted us to have a good time together, and I hope me telling you this doesn't change that." She paused and took a long sigh again.
"I've been on a few dates with the same guy and last week he asked me to be his girlfriend," she finally revealed and then braced for impact.
And there it was, the sinking feeling I had was just confirmed. She was now somebody's girlfriend and thus this thing between us just got more complicated. Or, much more simpler depending on which way the next couple of minutes went. That was what we were going to be talking about next. How were we going to go forward from here? I didn't respond right away, I let the bombshell sink in for a couple of seconds before I responded in the best way I knew how.
"Did you say yes?"
She swallowed hard then cracked a soft smile. "Yeah."
I knew that she had said yes already. Why else would she have brought this up?
"Are you ok with me being somebody's girlfriend?" she asked.
I knew this day was going to come and I had practiced this situation several hundred times before in my head, so I knew how to answer the question. It was like second nature now, like when somebody tosses something at you, your reaction is to raise your hands and try to catch said object. My response came without hesitation even though it was a pretty hard pill to swallow.
"It doesn't bother me at all. I knew this day was going to come, I just thought it would be sooner."
"Oh?" she said completely stunned. "Really?"
"Yeah," I replied and continued with my practiced response. "You're a great girl, and anyone would be lucky to have you."
"Thanks, Jay," she smiled softly. She was still stunned I had taken the news so calmly.
Truth be told, it was killing me right now. I had an internal struggle going on all the time involving her and our relationship. Those few months from October to mid-January had built something between us that I couldn't shake. I wrestled with the thoughts of telling her how I felt, that I wanted something more, that she meant the world to me, but I always talked myself off the relationship ledge. We couldn't be that way, we couldn't be together, we both agreed on that.
"So?" she asked now. "Where does that leave us?"
"Well," I said then stopped to think. "I guess that would be entirely up to you at this point. You made the significant other, boyfriend/girlfriend clause."
"We are just starting out, so it might only last a week," she said.
"Who? Me and you, or him and you?"
"Him," she said to clear things up.
I sighed and shrugged. "It's up to you, Emma. I can still come and see you. It's just going to be a little weird."
"Weird?" she questioned.
"Yeah. You have a boyfriend now. Before you were single and... available. Now, you kind of... belong to somebody."
"But you've had girlfriends," she said carefully.
"I wouldn't call them girlfriends," I replied. "They were just... filling a need until I could get back to you."
"Is that what you are worried about with me?" she asked. "That he's going to be filling a need? Because we haven't done anything yet and we won't be for a while."
"No. That's not it." I took a second and thought about it. "Well... maybe."
"Are you... jealous?" she asked very carefully now.
I shouldn't have admitted that even though it was written all over my face. Now I had to think quickly to get myself out of it. "Because... he gets to call my favorite girl his girlfriend."
"But we both agreed that we wouldn't, or couldn't be that," she said.
"Well, I know that. I mean like... he gets to spend time with you whenever he wants. My schedule is already a mess and my time with you is limited enough. Now...," I had to be careful of my word choice here, so I took a pause before I continued. "Now, there's the added element of a boyfriend that's going to want to be with you. Coming to see you will be that much more challenging."
"You can still come see me whenever you want," she offered.
"Well.... within reason I suppose," I replied.
"We've been together for less than two weeks," she said. "We aren't together all the time."
"Right now, you're not," I replied. "A month or two from now that might not be the case."
The conversation took another pause. For some reason her telling me this had me worked up and I couldn't think of anything but her with some other guy at the moment. It was exactly like what I was doing to her in the beginning and now I knew how she felt. I had to be careful what I said right now as I didn't want to make her upset, I didn't want to ruin these couple of days together with her, and I didn't want to say something that I couldn't take back or that would hurt her.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"Yeah," I lied. "I'm just processing everything."
"You really are jealous," she said with concern.
"I'm just trying to figure out how all this is going to work. If you two are together, how am I going to be able to come see you?"
"We won't be together all the time," she offered. "He does business and is in and out of town so there will be openings for you to come."
I sighed as I thought.
"I shouldn't have said anything," she sighed now.
"No," I said quickly. "That wouldn't have made it any better. What are you going to do, hide him from me for forever?"
"I meant I shouldn't have said anything until Sunday night. I wanted to have a good weekend with you."
"Well... we can still have a good weekend. We just have to talk this out and find a common ground that we both can stand on. That was one of the stipulations with the agreement."
"Then tell me how you feel. Tell me what is bothering you and we can work on figuring out a solution."
"Emma, you're a great girl and I knew this day was going to come. I have to take my own self-interests out of the equation for a moment and think about you. I don't want 'us' to complicate your relationship with this guy or any other guy you should happen to date."
"Ok?" she asked in confusion. "I just said..."
"What I mean is, if we want to continue our sexual relationship then we can. But I don't want it to complicate your personal relationship with him by you thinking we have to keep this going. If you want to stop having sex with me, I have to be ok with that and learn how to be around you without wanting to screw you all the time. I don't want you to think you need to keep having sex with me for us to still remain close. Does that make sense?"
"We already discussed this before when we created this agreement," she offered. "I thought that went without saying."
"Well," I replied. "A, we have never crossed this bridge before. Both of us have been single until now. B, we made that agreement on the side of the road as we sat on a guardrail naked after a wild sex ride. I don't know how much merit it really had. C, I never actually conceived the thought of one of us getting into a relationship. By that I mean I didn't think we would make it this far. I figured we would screw around over spring break, maybe once or twice at the house, then we would drift off and life would pull us apart."
"So, should we stop what we are doing and separate?" she asked carefully.
"You know how I feel about you," I replied. "You are my favorite girl and I've done things and shared secrets with you that I have never told anyone before. I can't give an unbiased answer to that question. I, unfortunately, would have to leave the burden of answering that question with you. If you want us to end, you have to make that call at this point and I would accept that without holding a grudge."
"You know how I feel about you too," she said after some thought. "You are my best friend and you have always been there for me when I have needed you. I want to keep seeing you, keep the relationship the same, and keep enjoying our time together. I'm not getting married to the guy, I'm just seeing where it goes."
"I know," I smiled softly. "I have to learn to deal with this. Don't put your life on hold because of me. If you want to date, I want you to date. It's not fair for me to hold you back. Like I said, I knew this day would come, I just didn't understand the emotions it was going to bring up by hearing it was actually going to happen."
"This isn't the easiest thing for me either," she said. "It has been me with you since last year, and me with nobody for the year and a half prior to that. I'm taking a big step forward too. And know this, I'm not doing this to hurt you in any way."
"No," I said quickly. "I know you're not doing it for that reason. You're doing it because its time and you are ready for a relationship."
"A more serious one," she added.
I sighed. "If only we weren't related."
The look on her face just then, I shouldn't have said that either. It was the first time I had even slightly admitted that I wished we weren't related so we could have a normal relationship as boyfriend, girlfriend. We both knew we wanted a committed relationship, but we had never actually spoken the words to each other.
"Well," she said as she thought. "People and life just won't let that happen."
"Yeah," I agreed but felt defeated.
"Sorry Jay," she offered. "Sorry I might have ruined the weekend for us."
"Ruined?" I questioned. "No. It started out great, but we hit a little hiccup at the moment. Let's have dinner, I'll let this digest before I store it away until I can get back out on the road and really think about it. Let's enjoy the weekend together."
"You sure?" she asked still unsure if I was ok.
"Yeah. Let's enjoy this weekend together and not worry about it for right now. I'll get back out on the road and have more time to process it and figure out what and where we go from here."
"You're not going to leave me hanging in the dark for forever, are you?"