Later, after Jenna and Andy had gone and we’d cleaned up, Emmy and I returned to the couch by the outside fireplace and snuggled.
“What did you think of them?” Emmy asked, wrapping my arms around herself as she leaned back against me.
“I’ve always been friends to one degree or another with Andy, and it was kinda like no time had passed, you know?” I said. “Just… comfortably familiar, I guess. That was really nice.”
“And Jenna?” Emmy prompted.
“She seems nice. The two of them seem to be good together, too. I’m happy for him.”
“I am, also,” Emmy said, rubbing her cheek on my arm. “But I am even more happy for me.”
“Smooth,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “Very smooth.”
“Other parts of me are also very smooth,” Emmy said. “And they would like to be kissed, too.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked. “What smooth parts in specific?”
“Various smooth parts,” Emmy replied, her voice soft and slow. “You will simply have to kiss all of them to make sure you get the right ones.”
“That seems like a thing I can do,” I said, squeezing Emmy and kissing the top of her head again. “But this is really nice right now. Can we just snuggle a little while longer?”
This got no response from Emmy. Craning my neck, I could see that her eyes were closed and her breathing was even, leading me to conclude she’d just fallen asleep. I gently kissed the top of her head again and mused about how much I loved this amazing, charming and talented woman in my arms.
I lost myself staring into the flames of the gas fireplace, thinking abut the evening. It had been better than I’d expected to catch up with Andy, and meeting Jenna was less weird than I’d been worried it might be. Emmy had gotten along well with Jenna, and I saw no real sign of any jealousy there, to my relief. I could imagine spending more time with the two of them in social settings, maybe we’d all go out for double dates, or when they get their place they might invite us over for a barbecue, something like that.
Thinking about how good it had been to see Andy after these four years of college, when he wasn’t even really all that close a friend back in school, made me wonder about what it would be like to maybe reconnect with Courtney. Allie was a lost cause, I could accept that. Emmy and I had seen Tom in Portland a few times over the last four years, and so I’d heard that his family had more or less cut him out of their lives. The only one he had any contact with was his father, and that seemed to be a secret his father was keeping from his own wife.
But Courtney, well, maybe whatever had pushed her away from me when she found out that Emmy and I were together had run its course and she might be amenable to me reaching out. Sure, Emmy’s stunt at Coachella that one year wouldn’t have helped and maybe burned the bridge between them forever, but who knows?
Emmy snuggled against me in her sleep, breaking me out of my thoughts and returning me to the here-and-now.
“Hey, babe,” I said softly, to see if she was awake, but got no response. I was enjoying just holding her while she slept, so didn’t want to wake her if she was comfortable. Yeah, it was getting quite late and I should get up early to work out before going in to the office, but just holding a sleeping Emmy was so very, very nice…
“Leah, wake up,” Emmy said, rousing me from my own sleep. “We must go to bed.”
I got up and followed her to the bedroom, where I shed my clothes on the floor and just crawled under the covers with no regard to neatness. Emmy followed my example and climbed back into my arms, and we fell back asleep like that.
I awoke at my usual time, but opted to stay in bed rather than get up and head down to the gym. It was just too nice and cozy, and Emmy was still snuggled up against my side. To heck with the gym- I was just going to relax and enjoy sleeping in. I didn’t have any meetings scheduled anyhow, so why not enjoy the benefits of being the boss?
I drifted back to sleep with a smile on my face. Life was good.
“Leah?” Emmy asked, her voice still sleepy as she rubbed her eyes. “Are you staying home today?”
“I was thinking about it,” I replied, enjoying the view as Emmy stretched in that slow-motion way of hers.
“You do not have to go in to work?”
“Eh, I can do everything I need to today from home. What did you have planned for today?” I asked.
“I have to practice this morning,” Emmy said. “Lee and Jackson are going to come over for lunch to discuss our plans, but that is all I have for today. Could we do something later?”
“Sure,” I said. “I can get my work done by lunchtime. Let’s make a date of it this afternoon.”
“Have you bathed yet this morning?” Emmy asked, getting out of bed.
“No, I was waiting for you,” I replied. The appeal of a nice, steamy morning shower with the woman I loved was too great to resist- not that I’d have any intention of ever resisting under any circumstance, anyhow.
“That is good,” Emmy said with a smile. “I may need some help in the shower this morning.”
After the shower, I spotted Emmy looking at herself in the full-length trifold mirror in the walk-in closet. She was turning one way, then the other, examining her reflection.
“Hey, that’s my job,” I protested when I saw her.
Puzzled, Emmy asked, “What do you mean?”
“Admiring your naked body is my job,” I explained as I wrapped my arms around her slender, ink-colored form. “If anybody gets to eye you up and down, it’s me.”
“Oh, you are encourageable!” Emmy said, tilting her head for a kiss, which I was pleased to bestow.
“But I was not admiring my naked body,” Emmy said. “I was thinking about my hair.”
“What about your hair?” I asked, nuzzling into said hair.
“Do you think I should grow it out?”
The idea of Emmy with long hair had never really occurred to me- she’d always had that oh-so-French bob cut that I simply couldn’t imagine her with anything else.
“This is a style suited to a girl, a jeune fille” Emmy explained. “I am now a grown woman, and perhaps it is time that I change my look to better suit that fact.”
“I love your hair the way it is,” I said, continuing to nuzzle. “But I’m sure I’d love your hair long, too. If you want to give long hair a try, go ahead. But it’s a pain,” I said, kissing my way down her graceful neck.
“What do you mean?” Emmy asked.
“Long hair is always in the way,” I said. “It takes a lot longer to wash. You have to tie it back if you’re going to be doing anything active, or outside. Sometimes, when you roll over at night, putting your weight on it yanks your head and wakes you up. The list is long,” I said, kissing her shoulder.
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“But it looks beautiful,” Emmy replied.
“Yeah, it can,” I agreed. “But so can short hair.”
“You are distracting me!” Emmy protested as I ran my hands up and down her sides, gently stroking my fingertips across the bottom curve of her breasts.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked. “I was a bit distracted,” I murmured as my hands continued their paths across Emmy’s warm, soft skin.
“Leah,” Emmy said in a stern tone as she stepped out of my grasp and turned to face me. Putting her hands on her hips, she stamped her foot in frustration. “If you are going to sex me, do it right. Do not tease me this way!”
“Well, if that’s how you feel, I guess I’d better do it right,” I said as I stepped forward and scooped her up into my arms.
Emmy squealed in surprise as I lifted her up over my shoulder and carried her into the bedroom, where I dropped her on the bed.
Emmy, eyes as wide as her smile, said, “Yes! That is what I wanted!”
“Me, too,” I agreed as I climbed on top of her, covering her body with my own. I lowered my weight onto Emmy as she wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me down, her hunger and desire equal to my own.
“I want you to sex me, Leah. I want you to give me a baby.”
“I don’t think that’s how that works,” I said as I claimed her soft, velvety lips with my own.
“Make it work,” Emmy demanded when our lips parted. “Do it for me. Do it to me.”
I kissed under her chin as she threw her head back to give me access, then raked my teeth along her neck. Emmy responded with a buck of her hips, letting me know that she was as fired up as I was. I drew my knees up and to the sides and Emmy rotated her hips forward for better contact as I rubbed myself up and down across her most delicate parts.
Normally that sort of thing really didn’t work well for us. Well, for Emmy, I should say, since our relative anatomies had my sensitive bits out and proud, while hers were a bit more introverted and shy. This time, though, the angle was perfect and my outie found its way between her slick folds and kissed her cute little innie pearl. The two did a very intimate dance, sliding up and down, bumping each other as they passed with each stroke.
I found myself pondering what missionaries would think of that position as my hips moved, keeping my lady bits in very, very close contact with Emmy’s, the heat and slippery wetness driving both of us to the edge.
Feeling my imminent orgasm, I slowed down a bit to draw it out, but this got a plaintive whimper from Emmy.
“Noooo,” she complained. “Faster! Do it more!”
Easy for her to say, since I was the one doing all the work, but I increased my rhythm again and pressed my pussy down harder against hers as I did, getting satisfied noises from Emmy in return.
“Yessssss…” she moaned, so I smashed down even more, driving my clit into hers with enough force that I knew I was going to be sore afterwards, and so, undoubtedly, was Emmy. She wasn’t thinking about that at the moment, though- her hands were grasping, pulling and yanking on my shoulders as her heels dug into my lower back and her breathing grew increasingly ragged. I kept on, focussing only on the contact between her clit and mine, only on the feeling as the two nubs dragged back and forth across each other.
Before too long it grew too much and Emmy’s gasp and shudder as she threw her head back was enough to send me crashing over the edge. With one long, final push I came so hard my legs, butt and lower back all gave up the fight and I couldn’t stop from collapsing on top of Emmy with all my weight.
Instead of protesting that I was crushing her, Emmy used whatever strength she could muster to pull me down onto her even more.
“Leah, that was so good,” she said, her voice soft and a bit shaky. “I think… I think we need to do that more. A… very much more.”
“Very?” I asked, trying to lift myself up with my arms, but finding I was lifting both of us, as Emmy refused to let go.
“Yes, very,” Emmy replied, clinging onto me, her head now buried against my shoulder. “But in a few more minutes. I am not ready just yet.”
I sat us both up, me on my knees and Emmy straddling my lap. Leaning back, I looked in Emmy’s eyes. “That was amazing,” I said, “But I don’t know if I can do much more of that. I think Little Leah is going to be sore.”
“Petite Emmy, aussi,” Emmy agreed. “But she enjoyed it very, very much while it was happening.”
“Yeah, Little Leah liked it a lot, too, but now she thinks she’d like something a bit more gentle.”
“Would Little Leah’s owie be better if I kissed it?” Emmy asked.
“It might,” I said. “It’s definitely worth a try.”
“Then lie back and think of France, and it will all be better soon,” Emmy said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“How do you even know these phrases?” I asked, amused, as I lay back.
“I have wide-ranging cultural references,” Emmy said, archly. It was a bit hard for her to pull off the superior attitude, though, since her face was between my legs at the moment and all I could see were her vivid green eyes.
Emmy stopped talking, but definitely did not hold her tongue. She licked, lapped, kissed, and even blew gently on my overheated core, making me forget the earlier abuse entirely. I let myself drown in the sensations, giving no thought to anything but the pleasure Emmy was providing me. She brought me to the brink once, twice, I don’t know how many times, and each time as she felt my climax approaching she would ease off a bit, or change up her technique to let me fall back from that peak. Normally I would have hated that tease, but this time I simply let myself revel in it, relishing the agony of the denial as much as anything. Eventually, Emmy showed me mercy though and with a final swirl of her amazing tongue sent me over the edge into one of the greatest orgasms of my life, my legs twitching but the rest of me completely and utterly unable to move under my own power.
Emmy snuggled up beside me and held me tight, telling me in a quiet voice that she loved me more than she could ever express.
Eventually I came back to life and pulled Emmy in closer. “That was incredible, babe,” I said. “Absolutely mind-blowing.”
“Thank you,” Emmy replied in a fuzzy voice, which told me that she was nodding off. Heck, I had nothing on my plate that morning anyway, so I let myself drift, too, and the two of us were soon fast asleep in each other’s arms once again.
I woke up about an hour later, but Emmy was still dead to the world. I showered for a second time that morning, then dressed for work. Before I headed out, I kissed Emmy and as she woke up a bit I reminded her that the boys were coming over for lunch, so she couldn’t sleep too long.
At her mumbled “O.K.”, I took her phone off silent mode and left the apartment, figuring I’d call her around eleven to make sure she was up. I strolled into the office a little past ten in the morning, giving Marisa at the front desk a little wave as I sipped the coffee I’d gotten from the Starbucks across the street.
In no real mood to work, I checked my personal email once I was settled in at my desk, surprised at the number waiting for me.
First up was an email from Andy, thanking me for the great night he and Jenna had at our place. “It was really great seeing you guys again,” he wrote. “It’s funny- it’s like no time had passed at all, you know?” he asked, mirroring what I’d said to Emmy after they’d left.
“Jenna and I talked, and we think we want to take you up on your offer to help us find a place. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to come by your office and look through the houses you said you were in the process of buying, to see if any would work for us. And I do want to check out your new place on Saturday, if that’s still OK with you.”
I sent him a reply that said that Emmy and I enjoyed having the two of them over, and we hoped it could become a regular thing, and sure- he could come by the office, but it’d have to be next week since I was going to be in San Jose Thursday and Friday.
Next up was an email from James Atherton, saying that Justin could come down for the track day, but Amash was a no-go, since he was going to have to be in D.C. then.
“We’re still on for Friday night at the club, right?” I sent back.
Finally, I get to the near daily email that I always saved for last- Michael’s update on all things Night Children. Usually most of it was a dry recitation of facts- this person had gotten a promotion at work, that one had enrolled in night classes, so on. Occasionally there was something that I might need to take action on, but most things were within Michael’s wheelhouse and didn’t need my intervention. This time, though, it seemed as if Emmy and I might need to head up to Seattle to settle a dispute. Hopefully nothing too drastic would need to be done, but you just never knew.
“Michael, can you go to Seattle to evaluate the situation?” I sent back, hoping he could sort this out.
Michael’s email had put a damper on my good mood of the morning, and I was just sitting, staring idly out the glass door to the balcony when somebody knocked on my doorframe.
Looking up, I saw Sandy’s perennially sunburned face peeking in. “Got a minute?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure, come on in,” I said, happy for the distraction from Night Children drama.
“Get a chance to look over that brewpub info?” he asked, his Aussie accent undiminished by his years here in California.
“Yeah,” I said. “Even went and had lunch there. Talked to one of the waiters. Seems really solid- go ahead and get the ball rolling,” I said.
“Right,” Sandy said. “Will do.”
“But that isn’t why you came here to talk to me, is it?” I asked, familiar with his mannerisms.
“No, it isn’t,” Sandy admitted. “I wanted to talk to you about an idea I’ve been chewing on,” he said, sitting down. “I’d been thinking about it for a while, but the South Bay never really seemed like the right place for it.”
“You want to open a new nightclub?” I asked, well aware of his predilections for night life.
“Right, but not one that would have worked up north. This needed to be here in Los Angeles, I know that now,” Sandy said, his accent getting thicker with his enthusiasm. “LA has the flash, the glamor, and especially the appreciation for showmanship that the place I’m thinking of would require.”
“Sounds expensive,” I said.
“Yeah, would be,” Sandy admitted. “But probably quite profitable, too. I think I have a few of the key pieces lined up to make it work.”
“O.K.,” I said. “Elevator pitch.”
Sandy went on to describe an upscale restaurant in front/secret bar in back, similar to the San Jose speakeasy, but ultra contemporary. Listening to his enthusiasm, and banking on the fact that he hadn’t yet steered me wrong, I gave him the go-ahead to develop the business plan. We needed a flag to plant here in the Los Angeles area, and just buying up brewpubs and the like wasn’t going to do it.
My mood improved by the meeting with Sandy, I dove into the market analysis report that had been waiting for me and the rest of the morning passed uneventfully.