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 Emily's Lessons (Mf, rom) by Jay Cantrell

   Normal disclaimers apply.  If you are younger than 18, or this material
is illegal where you live, please don't read this.  The following depicts a
consensual sexual relationship between an adult and a child younger than
18. If this type of material offends you, please don't read this.  Oh, and
if you just don't want to read this, well, don't read this.

   Chapter 8 Revelations

   "I know how you feel about Aunt Sue," Emily started.  "And, maybe,
someday she will feel the same about you.  Maybe.  But, even if she starts
having feelings for you, she will still take you for granted.  That's how
she is.  Don't you know that by now.

   "But, you, well, I feel the same way about you that you feel about her.
And there is no way you could take advantage of me.  First, it is not in
your nature.  Second, I wouldn't let you."

   I couldn't believe these words were coming from a sheltered 16-year-old
who only managed to get her first kiss 12 hours earlier.

   I started to speak, but she stopped me.

   "Let me finish.  Then you can tell me to go to hell or whatever you
want. But I have to say this," she continued.

   "Last night was wonderful, just like I knew it would be.  It was
wonderful because it was you.  Anyone else wouldn't have made me feel the
way I did.  You know what I did after you left?  I just laid in bed,
thinking about how great it is to be me.  For just a few minutes, I knew
that I was truly loved.

   "The only reason I was allowed to even come visit Susan for the summer
is because my parents wanted me out of their hair for a while.  Susan is
the only member of my family to get out of our little town.  The rest grow
up, get married, have kids and die within five miles of where they were
born.

   "I am NOT going to do that.  I am not going to be like my Mom.  But, I
am not going to be like Aunt Sue, either.  I am going to be me.

   "And I only started to find out who I am because of you.  You have no
preconceived notions about me.  You let me be me, whoever I want to be at
that moment.  You let me be silly, you let me be mad.  You let me be a kid
when I need to and an adult when I want to.  That's why last night HAD to
be with you.  It only fits that the man I love is the man who gave me my
first kiss.

   "And second, too," she added, blushing slightly.  "And I want there to
be a third and a fourth and a thousandth.  All from you.  I used to dream
of kissing movie stars or baseball players or, sometimes, even a cute boy
from school.  From the first time I met you -- when I hugged you before we
went to the game -- you are the one in my dreams kissing me, holding me. 
And yes, even making love with me.

   "So, there you are.  I said it.  I hoped I wouldn't have to tell you all
that.  I hoped that you would just somehow know it.  But, I can tell from
the way you act today, you don't.  Now you do."

   Before I could answer, Emily leaned up and gently pressed her lips to
mine.

   "At least if there can't be a thousandth kiss, I got a third one," she
said, placing her head back on my shoulder.

   Finally it was my turn to talk.

   Chapter 9 Responses

   "Where do I start?" I asked.  "You know that I care deeply for you.  The
reason I spend so much time with you is for that reason alone.  I love you
when you're silly, when you smile.  I love the way you chew on your lip
when you are thinking.

   "Yesterday, I was pretty sure that I thought of you like a sister.  Now
I don't , that's for sure.  But it'll take me a while to figure out what I
feel.  Look at this from my angle for a minute.  OK?

   "What happens when Sue finds out?  What happens when your parents find
out?  Most importantly, what happens when you leave?  Since, like it or
not, I am an adult, I have to think about those things.  Your first kiss is
supposed to be special, and I am glad you enjoyed yours.

   "But, I am worried about what else could have happened last night.  That
is my biggest fear, that someday, whether it is today, next month or five
years from now, you will end up regretting what happened.  That would hurt
me more than you could know, and that is why we have to really consider the
consequences before we let emotions go unchecked."

   When I finished, I looked down for Emily's response.  It wasn't what I
expected.  She was smiling.

   "Do you realize that you just said you love me?" she asked.  "And I know
you mean it, too.  While you were worried about what else might have
happened, I was excited by it.  Your hands, your mouth, everything felt so
wonderful.  I hope you know that I didn't want to stop where we did.  Or
where you did, I guess.

   "And, just so you know, you aren't getting off the hook.  We'll talk
about some things, but some things I just want to be able to do.  Things
like this...."

   With that, Emily's mouth met mine again, but this time, her tongue
started to trace the outline of my lips.  Her hands dropped to my arms and
pulled them around her.

   As much as I knew I should stop, I couldn't.  It was last night all over
again.

   Only this time, Emily was not the recipient, she was the instigator. 
The role suited her well.

   As my mind went blank, I felt Emily's hands on my neck, pulling me into
a fierce, almost primal kiss.  There was nothing gentle about either of our
actions.  At least my mind worked well enough to rectify that.

   My fingers began lightly tracing the corners of her jaw, tickling her
neck before my hands moved around to the back of her swimsuit.  I could
feel Emily's hard little nipples pressing into my chest as our tongues
played tag.

   Her breathing was shallow, almost ragged.  I knew mine was, too.

   Finally, we broke for air, but our hands didn't stop.  As we sat there,
looking into each other's eyes, my nails gently massaged the muscles in
Emily's back.  She laid her head back on my shoulder, and I moved one of my
hands to stroke her hair as Emily planted small kisses on my shoulders and
neck.

   It was this -- our faces flush, our hands and mouths exploring, sitting
almost coupled together in my desk chair -- that Susan found when she
walked in.

   Let me know what you think.  Especially if you don't like it and can
give specific reasons why.  Although it might take a while, I will reply to
each intelligent message.  I would appreciate any feedback you might have
to offer.  cantrell_jay@yahoo.com