I have nineties posters all over the wall and pictures of high school friends, football games, race nights, and trophies everywhere. I grab a hold of Embyr around her waist as she runs her fingers along my yearbooks on my desk. I pull her hair back and kiss her neck. “You smell amazing.”
“Thank you.” She picks up a trophy and sets it back down. “I always wondered what your room looked like.”
Her ass pushes back into me, waking up my cock. “I always wondered what you’d look like in my room.”
Embyr cranes her neck to the side, her soft lips searching for mine. “Did you fantasize about me in here?”
Taking that as my cue, I pop open the button of her jeans and slowly lower the zipper. “I did.”
Her hand stops mine. “Didn’t your mom say no making babies?” She laughs.
Twisting my hand, I release myself from hers and dip it into her panties. A calm comes over me as I feel how wet she is. “I’m not going to stick my dick in you, Embyr. I’m going to just release a little of your tension.”
She leans onto the desk, her palms taking the brunt of her weight, as I find her clit and circle around it between my thumb and pointer finger. She moans, so I wrap my free hand around her mouth and whisper harshly, “Be quiet.”
Her teeth bite my finger and it amps me up. I’d love nothing more than to fuck her right now but I know my fingers can have her there in under a minute. Putting that theory to the test, I pinch her sensitive nub and clamp onto her shoulder with my teeth. My fingers start to rub at a hurried pace. Her muffled moans get louder. Her ass pushes back into my cock. Faster and faster I work her over and in no time she’s screaming into my hand and pulsing underneath my touch.
“That’s my girl,” I speak softly into her ear. “I love how I know your body so well. I knew I could get you to come in less than a minute.”
She reaches back, grabbing my stiff dick. “Your turn?”
Just as I’m about to command her onto her knees the doorbell rings. I secure the button and zipper of her jeans before turning her around, grabbing her jaw. “Not now, but later, this mouth will be swallowing my come. Plan on it.”
I walk to the adjoining bathroom and start to wash my hands. When I’m finished drying them, the room becomes crowded as Embyr closes the door behind her.
Seductively, she lowers herself to her knees and unzips my pants. “I bet I can get you off in under a minute as well.”
My cock slips into her wet mouth and she proves she can do just that.
Everyone is staring at us when we reach the bottom step. I don’t have to look to know that Embyr’s face is red. That woman’s mouth feels like heaven. Not as much as her pussy but I can make comparisons later tonight.
“Nice of you to join us, son.” My dad, in his over six foot glory, comments extending a hand.
“I was showing Embyr around.”
“Mr. Parker.” Embyr shakes his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
My dad’s head tilts to the side. “My wife has filled me in. I think we may have met a long time ago, but it’s nice to see you again.”
“Likewise,” she responds.
It’s funny to see the polite side to Embyr. One minute she’s sucking me off and the next she is being shy. I have so much more to learn about her.
Ian’s parents are sitting in the living room. Even though it’s been quite a while since Ian has passed, they still look dejected. I don’t know how long it takes to get over the death of a child. I assume you never do. I can’t imagine their pain and on top of losing him, the killer is still out there – free. They stand when we walk over and Mrs. Smith pulls Embyr into an embrace. When she releases her, Ian’s mom has tears streaming down her face.
“Annie, I’m so sorry.” She cries.
Embyr flinches as do I. It’s awkward to hear her called by her birth name. It’s not that I try to separate the two anymore but I still have a hard time relating the two, and I’m not sure Embyr is going to take it well.
“Mrs. Smith.” She starts to tear up. “Please call me Embyr and why are you apologizing?”
Ian’s dad just stands back, looking more confused by the second. “Why are you calling her Annie?” he asks.
She’s looking at Embyr but answering her husband. “This is Annie Barnes. The one our Ian…” She doesn’t finish that sentence. I don’t know if anyone wants to hear it anyway. My hackles rise. I don’t want Embyr to get upset. “I’m just so sorry all that happened to you. I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you’ve turned out to be such a beautiful, successful woman…from what I hear from Kate anyway.”
Ah, Kate. I don’t know how I could have thought she wouldn’t have told her mom. Mr. Smith still looks confused but changes the subject immediately. Looking to me, he extends a hand toward the dining room. “Shall we eat?”
Dinner is awkward, to say the least. My mom keeps commenting on how much of a cute couple we make. Ian’s mom won’t stop staring at Embyr like at any moment she will burst into tears. My dad and Mr. Smith talk about golf and football. I’m on the other side of the table than them, leaving me to keep the estrogen to a minimal level.
