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Virtual Reality Gaming Trilogy - Part 2
 From Lust to Love 

Copyright (c) 2002, Bingain (M~F+, cons, rom, ScFi, oral)
 
(Chapters 7-9 of 12)

An HTML version of this story is available at 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/bingain/www/.

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Chapter 7
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Tim was late for his class.  He sneaked to the closest 
empty seat and struggled to listen to the lecturer.  
He was taking Introduction to Sociology, and it wasn't 
as boring as the English class he had the previous 
session.

He went out to the vending machine for a refreshment 
during the break.  Someone patted his shoulder while 
he was pressing the button.  He turned back and saw a 
familiar face.

"Hi, Tim," a girl with short auburn hair greeted him.

"Hi... Hi," Tim stuttered, "Pamela!"

Pamela giggled.  "Call me Pam," she said.  "How're you 
doing?"

"I'm fine, thanks," Tim said.  "What class are you 
taking?"

"I'm in your class, silly," Pam said, smiling.

"Oh," Tim said.  "I'm sorry, I was late and didn't see 
your face."

"It's okay," Pam said.  "I was at the rear end."

"I thought you've completed your first year already," 
Tim said.

"Nursing program has a slightly different 
arrangement," she said.  "We take sociology in the 
third semester."

"I see," Tim said.  "Oh yeah, are you taking the bus?"  
Tim remembered Emma had told him Pam didn't have a car.

"A friend is giving me a ride," she said.  "What about 
you?"

"I'm driving," he said, hesitated for a moment, and 
asked, "Have you heard from Emma?"

"No," Pam said.  "But she should be in the UK now.  I 
suppose you know that as well."  She had a tiny smile 
on her face.

"Yeah," Tim said.  "And I suppose we have to get back 
into the room."  He walked Pam back to the lecture 
room.

After class, they walked to the parking lot together.  
They stopped at the entrance.  

"I'm waiting for a friend I'm giving a ride," Tim 
explained.

"Your girlfriend?" Pam asked.

"No, she's my buddy's girlfriend," Tim said.  "Your 
boyfriend?"

"No, just a friend," Pam said.

Tim saw a tall blond guy coming over.  Pam waved 
goodbye to him and left with the guy.  A little later, 
Annie showed up.

"How's your class?" Annie asked.

"Okay," Tim said.  "What about yours?"

"Boring," Annie said, giggling.

Tim chuckled and said, "That's normal."  He led her to 
his car.

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Tim got his loan approved the next day.  He squeezed a 
lunch break to take Deborah to see Bob again, and they 
got their cars.  

"I hope you guys are free Saturday evening," Bob said.  
"Sue said if you're not joining us for dinner on 
Saturday, I don't get to sleep with her this month."

Deborah giggled.  "I guess we can't let you suffer the 
torture," she said.

That evening, when Annie found out Tim had a different 
car, she said, "Wow!  New car, huh?"

"Yeah," Tim said.  "I was buying this car for Deborah, 
but she wanted another, and forced me to take this 
one." 

"You sold your old car?" Annie asked as she got into 
the car.

"Yeah, to a friend," Tim said.

"What kind of car did Deb get?" Annie asked.

"A coupe," Tim said.

"Cool," Annie said.  "I don't have to take the bus 
when I'm in Albany, then."  She giggled.

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That Saturday evening, Tim and Deborah went to a 
restaurant to have dinner with Susan and Bob.  Susan 
gave Tim a fancy envelope right after he sat down.  
Tim opened it while Susan and Bob were smiling.

"Wow!" Tim exclaimed.  "Congratulations!"  It was 
their wedding invitation.  He shook hands with Bob, 
and went over to hug Susan.  Deborah gave them a hug 
each, as well.  Tim then checked the date.  It was 
going to be held on Saturday, December 19th.

"Thank you," Susan said with a delightful smile.  
"It's a little rushed, but we don't want to wait until 
next summer."

"I'm so glad for you, Sue," Tim said.  He turned to 
Bob, and continued, "Damn, you're just a lucky bastard.  
I'm very, very jealous of you."  He chuckled.

"Thank you, Tim," Bob's said, smiling.  "I'm glad you 
said you were jealous.  I win the bet.  She's going to 
blow me tonight."

Susan was still laughing when she said, "Don't believe 
him.  In fact, he's going to lick my toes tonight."

Tim couldn't straighten up, he was laughing so hard.  
He took a couple of deep breaths.  "So, where're you 
going for your honeymoon?" he asked.  "Hey, and 
where's the bridal registry?"

"Caribbean cruise," Susan said.  "And the bridal 
registry is at Macy's.  They don't have a store in 
town.  Let me get you the code."  She gave Tim the 
registration code.  "Listen, Tim," she continued, "I 
don't want anything expensive from you.  Okay?"

"I can't afford expensive items anyway," Tim said.  
"I'll check for the cheapest item and save my money 
for the dollar dance."

When Tim got home, he and Deborah went online and 
browsed through Susan's bridal registry.  After 
consultation with Deborah, Tim took up a dinner set.

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The following Monday during break, Pam asked Tim if he 
could give her a ride after class.

"My friend got tied up and can't come to class this 
evening," she explained.

"Sure," Tim said.  "Where do you live?"

Pam told him.  Tim would have to take another route 
and drop her off first.  That would take a little more 
time, but wasn't a problem.

After class, they waited at the parking lot entrance 
for Annie.  Tim introduced the girls to each other, 
and drove Pam home, then Annie.

"Wow," Annie said after Pam went into her house.  
"You're fast."

Tim laughed.  "No," he said.  "She's a friend.  We're 
not going out.  How is Alan?"

"He's fine," Annie said, smiling.  "Oh, he's such a 
sweetie."  

"So I don't suppose you haven't slept with him."

Annie giggled, and poked him in the arm.  "None of 
your business!" she said in mock irritation.

"I suppose he's good," Tim said.  What Emma told him 
about Alan having a big cock came to his mind.

"Stop it!" Annie said.  "I'm not telling you.  I don't 
want to hurt your feelings."  She giggled.

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Tim was awakened by the buzzing of his cell phone on 
Sunday morning.  He groaned as he went for his phone.  
It was Emma.

"Are you free?" Emma asked.

"Yeah," Tim said.  "Why?"  He was still half awake.

"Can we have a talk?" Emma said.

"Okay, where and when?" Tim said, wondering what that 
was about.

"I'm a few blocks from you now," Emma said.  "I'll be 
waiting in front of your house."

Tim got off his bed and went to the bathroom.  He put 
on clothes, and went out into the street.  Emma was 
waving at him from her car.  He got into her car.

"Morning, Emma," Tim said.  "What's up?  How was your 
trip?"

Emma giggled as she pulled her car off the curb.  "Oh 
well," she said.  "Trip was great.  I tried lesbian 
sex with my cousin.  It was better."

Tim laughed.  "So what do you want to talk about?" he 
asked.

"I'm terribly sorry about that night," Emma said.  She 
had a little pink on her face.

"I'm sorry about it too," Tim said.  "Must be very 
embarrassing."

Emma giggled again.  Her face also got pinker.  "Tell 
me about it," she said.  "Most embarrassing sex I ever 
had.  Worst one too."  She sighed.  "I was very 
regretful about it.  I actually should have screwed 
you before going to the game, so I wasn't horny and 
wouldn't need any substitution."

"Substitution?"  Tim said, laughing.

"Well," Emma said.  "We had agreed it was over.  I... 
You know, I still missed you, so I needed a 
substitution fast.  I didn't want to... Damn it!"  She 
giggled, and went on, "I mean, my mind knew I 
shouldn't fuck anyone, but my heart, well, or down 
below, needed something.  Anyway, you know what 
happened in the game?" 

"Not exactly," Tim said.

"We saw a stream," Emma said.  "We walked for about 
thirty yards.  Then you stopped and murmured to 
yourself for a while.  I didn't know it wasn't you.  
Anyway, we found a hover-bike.  We took the bike, and 
went deep into the forest, where there was a hut.  We 
went inside..."

"So you didn't walk along the stream into the forest?" 
Tim said.  "We followed the footprints for nearly half 
an hour."

"No, only about thirty yards," Emma said.  "I guess he 
created those footprints."

"I see," Tim said.  "So what happened next?"

"Well, we made out in the hut," Emma said with a small 
blush.  "I guess I was out of mind.  I should've 
noticed the difference.  Anyway, it was a torture, you 
know."

Tim chuckled.  "I know," he said.

Emma turned to him.  "You did it to her, didn't you?" 
she asked, with a sly smile on her face.

"Yeah," Tim said.  "When time was up and we were 
taking a rest, waiting for rescue.  I thought it was 
you."

Emma giggled, and wound her window halfway down.  She 
pulled out a cigarette and lighted it up.  "Is she 
with you now?"  she asked.

"No," Tim said.  "She's with Alan now." 
 
Emma turned to look at him in surprise.  "That big 
cock chicken?" she asked.

Tim chuckled, and said, "Yeah.  Is he really big?" 

Emma blushed a little.  "Actually," she said, "I don't 
know.  I'm not a whore, and I don't run around groping 
guys.  I did touch him by accident, real accident, not 
pretense.  He wasn't hard, so I couldn't tell if he 
was big when hard." 

"Oh."

"Anyway," Emma said, "I almost jumped out of my skin 
when he pulled his helmet off his head, and I knew it 
was him."

"He pulled his helmet off?" Tim said in shock.  "I 
didn't know... Oh, shit!  He was the moderator.  He 
could do anything."

"Yeah," Emma said.  "I was extremely embarrassed.  I 
told him I wasn't his girlfriend.  He seemed to look a 
little shocked at first, and then starting telling all 
those bullshit lies.  You know, something like he 
didn't know, he made a mistake.  He then told me he 
and Annie were over.  We talked for a while, and he 
groped me again.

"I shouldn't have let him do it.  Damn it, it was all 
your fault.  You didn't screw me before the game.  I 
swear, I was actually wet after fondling you... oh 
well, he did it to me." 

Tim chuckled. "Okay," he said.  "My fault."

Emma giggled, and went on, "Anyway, I suppose you know 
what happened next.  He took me out of the game, found 
an empty room.  And we did it.  To tell the truth, I 
was disappointed with him.  My disappointment became 
stunning embarrassment when that damn guard turned on 
the light.  How is that idiot now?"

"He was fired," Tim said, chuckling.  "You want to 
find him?"

Emma sighed in relief.  "Oh well," she said.  "At 
least I've done Annie a favor.  Alan can't be worse 
than Manus."

"What I've heard is that Alan's a thousand times 
better than me," Tim said.  "Hey, don't even think 
about him."

Emma giggled, "Well, I won't," she said, glancing at 
Tim.  "I learn from mistakes."

She continued, "I actually enjoyed being with you.  I 
had to cut it off at the time, and I think I did it 
too early.  I should have waited until after the game, 
screwed you all night, and then bid you farewell.  But 
I was trying to give you a chance with the other girls.  
Stupid, huh?"

"No," Tim said.  "Actually, it's touching.  You made a 
mistake; we all make mistakes.  But you still impress 
me a lot with your non-sexual behavior."

"Oh well," Emma said.  "At least there's something 
you'll think about me, other than my body."  She 
smiled at him.

"I do," Tim said.

"Do you have time for a swim?" Emma said.  "I promise, 
no groping."

"I don't have my swimwear with me."

"I bought you a new one," Emma said.  "I knew you 
didn't like the one I bought for you."

Tim smiled at her.  "Sure," he said.  "Remember, no 
groping."

Emma gave him a pair of dark red swim trunks.  "Made 
in France," she said.  "It has a stainless steel 
pocket inside to hide your hard-on, so nobody sees 
your embarrassment."  She giggled.

Tim almost choked.  "Thank you," Tim said.  He took 
the garment and went into the changing room.

After he had changed into his new swimwear, he went 
outside and waited for Emma.  She showed up in a black 
high-cut bikini, with a butterfly print.  She turned 
slowly on her toes, then struck a model-like pose, 
allowing Tim a better look.

"I've bought myself a new one too," Emma said.  "Tell 
me you're hard."  She winked at him.

Tim laughed.  "Almost," he said.  "I'm glad the trunk 
has this stainless steel pocket."

They stayed at the pool until it was around noon, and 
then they went to a caf, for lunch.  Tim paid the 
check, and Emma drove him home.  She kissed Tim on the 
cheek when they were outside his house.  

"Goodbye, Tim," Emma said.  "We may not see each other 
again.  So take good care of yourself."

Tim kissed Emma on the lips.  "Goodbye, Emma," he said.  
"You take care, too.  I'll miss you."

He could see some wetness in her eyes before he got 
out of her car.  He waved at her car as she pulled off.  
He then went into his house.

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Deborah went back to Albany that afternoon.  She 
kissed Tim on his lips, and thanked him for the car 
before she left.  After dinner, Tim went to the 
backyard, and had a few beers, as he went through what 
had happened during the past several weeks.  Most 
everyone he saw during that period had changed somehow.  
Situations and relationships had also changed 
drastically.  He was very impressed by the amazement 
life could bring about.

The rest of the summer was rather uneventful.  Tim 
went to work during the day, went to school in the 
evening, talked with Pam during the breaks and during 
the walks to the parking lot, gave Annie a ride after 
the class, and enjoyed his weekends, usually by 
himself.

He had decided to take two courses in the fall 
semester: Accounting and College Algebra.  He also 
enrolled in a co-ed Physical Education activity course, 
to earn his mandatory credit, while formally learning 
to swim.  He had his two first year Computer and 
Information Technology courses waived, as the college 
recognized the courses he took in the business 
institution.  The fall semester was scheduled to start 
on the first day of September.

The summer classes ended on Friday, August 14th.  Once 
again, Tim took Annie to a dinner afterwards, and 
waited for Alan to join them after his work.  Tim 
didn't asked Pam, as he didn't know how she would like 
it.  In fact, he tended to believe the tall blond guy 
was more than a friend to Pam.  He almost never talked 
to him, other than a 'hello' when he saw Tim at the 
parking lot entrance.  Tim didn't even know his name.  
Pam always promptly left with the tall guy, as soon as 
he got there.

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The following Monday at work, Tim's boss asked him to 
come into his office.

"Tim," Philip said, "have you ever thought about 
getting certified in network systems?"

"Of course," Tim said.  "But I don't have the exposure, 
so it's not going to help me much at this point."

Philip tossed a training course brochure on his desk 
near Tim.  In fact, Tim had seen that brochure many 
times before.  "If you get certified, I'll consider 
putting you on the network maintenance team," Philip 
said.  "Don's leaving us next month."

Tim quickly thought it over.  Don was a guy on the 
network maintenance team.  Those people made more 
money than the other technicians.  It was a great 
opportunity, because few people went into the 
networking field with no networking experience, 
without substantial experience in other technical 
areas, or without a degree, none of which Tim had.  He 
knew the training would take him a week, and cost 
around two thousand dollars, with no guarantee he 
would pass the examination for the certification.  
However, it seemed worthwhile to take the chance.

Philip continued, "We have an account with the 
training center, so you can get a discount, which 
helps a little.  Are you interested?"

Tim nodded promptly.  He picked up the brochure to 
check the course schedule.  He saw a course at the 
local training center had already been highlighted 
with a marker.  It was a five full day program, 
starting the next Monday.  

Tim looked up at Philip.  "Can I take the week off?" 
he asked.

"You bet," Philip said.  "Do you have the money?"

"I can use my credit card," Tim said.  He had just 
spent all his savings on the two cars he bought.

"I'll give you a loan," Philip said.  "Interest free, 
as long as you're working here."

"Thank you, Philip," Tim said excitedly.  "Thank you!"

Tim saw some signs of jealousy in the eyes of another 
two technicians when he told the story to his 
coworkers.  On the way to his job assignment, he 
thought it over, and appreciated the kindness of 
Philip, giving him the chance.  He also wondered 
whether the kindness had originated because Tim had 
been referred to Philip by Bob.

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Before classes began in September, Tim was certified 
in a networking curriculum.  Philip assigned him to 
the network maintenance team on probation, which meant 
he would be there to follow other experienced guys for 
a while, and he would be taken out of the team if he 
couldn't  show competency in doing the work.  Philip 
told him the probation would be three months.  He also 
gave Tim a small pay raise for the more challenging 
job.  Tim would get another significant pay increase 
if he could pass the probation.

Tim started the school on September First.  He went to 
evening classes three evenings a week.  When he didn't 
have classes in the evening, he stayed late at work, 
to learn more about networking from his more 
experienced coworkers.  He went to his swimming class 
on Saturday morning, and spent most of his weekends 
doing his homework and reading.  He couldn't find time 
to get to know or date girls.  In face, since Annie 
had a very different schedule, he hadn't met her on 
campus since summer.

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When Deborah came home for Thanksgiving, she told Tim 
she had signed a lease for a two bedroom apartment, 
starting in January.  Both Annie and Alan would be 
staying with her.  It was actually less expensive than 
living at the dorm.  The siblings went to dinner with 
their old friends on the day after Thanksgiving.

Alan reported that he had taken up a position at a VRG 
chain in Albany.  He would lose his opportunity of 
getting promoted, but he didn't care.  Chances were 
plenty for the years to come, anyway.  His new job 
would start on the first Monday of January.  Spring 
term at SUNY Albany started in the third week of 
January, and Annie wanted to stay home to work for 
another two weeks, to make a little more pocket money. 

Since the apartment Deborah rented was not furnished, 
Alan and Annie would need to start shopping for 
bargain furniture and appliances.  Deborah didn't need 
much, and she had been looking for a used bed.  Alan 
would store the items he bought in the basement of his 
parents' house, before they moved everything over to 
Albany.

Tim offered to help Alan to do the move.  Alan planned 
to move over on Saturday, January Second.  Deborah 
would go over a little earlier to pick up the keys.  
Then, they would meet to check and see about 
additional sundries they would need for their new home.

Shortly after Thanksgiving, Philip told Tim he had 
made it through his probation, and was officially a 
member of Philip's network maintenance team.  He got 
the pay raise.  Since Tim was still the least 
experienced technician on the team, he was still 
usually assigned to help the more senior technicians, 
unless the jobs were simple enough for him to handle 
alone.  Tim knew it was still going to be a long way 
to go.  He was also told to expect more irregular 
working hours and emergency calls.

Tim bought a new black suit after he finished the fall 
semester examinations.  

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The wedding ceremony of Susan and Bob was held at a 
church downtown.  Susan was wearing a two-piece white 
gown, with a boned corset bodice and a pleated skirt 
with a shaped edge carriage back, as well as a two-
tier waist-length veil, and a rhinestone crested crown.

Once again, nobody was more beautiful than the bride, 
not even her sister Sherry, who was Susan's maid of 
honor, nor the bridesmaids.  Sherry was wearing a 
matte satin dress with chiffon inset.  She was 
probably the second prettiest woman in the ceremony.  
The bridesmaids were all in white two-piece sleeveless 
satin dresses. 

The groom was also extremely handsome, in his white 
classic double breasted peak tuxedo.  His best man and 
groomsmen were dressed in similar fashions.

Tim stayed at the back of the church.  There were only 
a handful of people he knew.  He didn't see Philip, 
who had to be somewhere in the front.  Actually, a few 
minutes into the ceremony, Tim found it as boring as 
one of his lectures at school.  He wasn't sure if he 
should really attend the wedding reception that 
evening, at a hotel's ballroom. 

Susan smiled happily at Tim after the ceremony, as the 
guests filed out.  When Tim gave her a peck on her 
cheek, she whispered, "Don't you dare not to come to 
the reception."  

Tim was still struggling not to choke when he 
congratulated Bob, giving him a hug.  The handsome 
groom whispered to him, "Still jealous?  Your face's 
twisting."   

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Tim had never been to a hotel ballroom before.  He had 
also never been to a wedding ceremony or reception.  
He found that the tables were all pre-set.  He didn't 
know if it was the hotel ushers, or one of Bob's 
groomsmen, who led him to a table.  He was, however, 
glad to see most of the people at the table were 
younger folks, although he was apparently still the 
youngest.

Susan was wearing a sophisticated strapless satin gown 
& matching shawl.  She was also wearing an enchanting 
glass pearl tiara, and an exquisite v-shape pearl 
strand.  She was just gorgeous.  Bob had a high-button 
jacket, as well as a black faille vest and tie.  

Tim wasn't old enough to legally drink alcohol in 
public yet, but someone gave him a cocktail, which he 
appreciated very much.  He couldn't tell how good the 
meal was.  In fact, he was rather nervous most of the 
time.  The activities the folks talked about during 
the meal were usually those he had never participated 
in before.

Tim waited in the line for a long time, before he got 
to do the traditional dollar dance with Susan.  He 
moved his feet carefully, to make sure he wouldn't 
step on Susan's toes.  Susan smelled extremely good, 
but Tim actually wasn't in a mood to enjoy it.  He had 
planned to sneak away from the party when he finished 
the dance.  

He was rather surprised when Susan whispered in his 
ear.  "Do you think Sherry is beautiful tonight?" she 
asked.

"Yeah, but you're the prettiest one, as usual," Tim 
said.

Susan giggled slightly, and said, "Thank you.  You're 
not interested in her, are you?"

Tim didn't know why Susan asked it, but he was in such 
a bad mood, he would probably not be interested in 
Susan, even if she was available.  "No," he said.  
"Why?"

"Okay," Susan said.  "I may need a favor from you in a 
while.  Don't sneak away, please."

After the dance, Tim remained in his seat, pretty much 
wordless, for another half an hour, before Bob showed 
up in front of him.  He gestured for Tim to follow him, 
and led Tim to the part near the dancing floor.  Bob 
lowered his voice to speak near Tim's ear.

"Sue wants you to escort her sister Sherry," he said.

"Me?" Tim said.  "Escort?"

"Sherry doesn't like being in this kind of 
environment," Bob said.  "She hates the non-stop 
invitations to dance with guys she doesn't know.  
Since you're one of the few people Sherry knows, and 
Sue trusts you, she hopes you can act as Sherry's 
shield.  She also said if you attempted anything 
uncalled for, I'd have to castrate you.  Poor man!"  
He chuckled.

Tim again nearly choked.  "That's a very severe 
punishment," he said.

He showed Tim to a table in the front, where a few 
people were sitting and chatting.  Sherry was the only 
person Tim knew at that table.  Bob told Tim to take a 
seat next to Sherry.  He then bent towards Sherry, and 
whispered something in her ear before he went back to 
the floor.

"Hi, Sherry," Tim said.  

Sherry was wearing a silk slip dress with spaghetti 
straps, with floral beading.  She smiled politely to 
Tim and said, "Hi, Tim."

They stayed in a pretty wordless situation.  Tim knew 
he was there to be a shield, and not to entertain 
Sherry.  He didn't know how to entertain her, even if 
he had to.  He knew she was a rather reticent person.  

A guy showed up from behind Tim and asked Sherry for a 
dance.  Sherry didn't even look at the guy.  She 
leaned toward Tim and said, "Thanks for the car.  I 
know you made a great offer to Sue."

Tim felt very embarrassed.  He glanced at the guy, who 
looked equally embarrassed.  Tim turned to him and 
said, "I'm sorry.  We're... are... discussing... 
something."

The guy made up a smile, and left for another table.

Tim turned back to Sherry.  "I... Well... I think I 
sold the car to Sue at a fair price," he said.  
"Actually..."  He halted.  He had cut the price of his 
car by a hundred, because Susan was his friend, and 
also he felt he should do something after Bob had 
waived all the commissions on the two cars he sold the 
siblings.  He didn't want to get Bob involved, though, 
as Sherry would conceive it was a partial favor Bob 
did for her, which she had been resisting all the time.

"Actually what?" Sherry asked.

"Actually..." Tim said slowly, while turbo charging 
his mind to think faster.  "Actually, it wasn't a fair 
value.  I suspect I had ripped Sue off badly."

Sherry smiled.  "You didn't," she said.  "Nobody can 
rip Sue off when it comes to a car.  Bob would have 
killed you if you had done it."

Tim took a deep breath.  The crisis was over.  "How's 
school?" he asked.

"School's fine," she said.  "What about yours?"

"Fine too," he said.  "You still work there?"

"No," she said.  "Can't match it with my school 
schedule."

"Oh," Tim said.  "So no work?"

"Well," Sherry said.  She paused and sighed when she 
saw another guy coming over.  She leaned toward Tim 
again.  "Can you put your hand on the back of my 
chair?" she whispered.

Tim carefully put his hand on the back of her chair, 
making sure he wouldn't touch her by accident.  He had 
to be careful, as he could sense that Sherry wasn't in 
any way expecting anything more than a friendly escort.  
The guy moved away.

Sherry straightened her waist a little, apparently to 
avoid contact as well.  "I'm working part-time at 
school now, less money but easier to manage the time," 
she told Tim.

Tim thought of something.  "Where's the best man?" he 
asked.

"I don't know," Sherry said.  "Why?"

"I thought the best man usually stays with the maid of 
honor," Tim said.

"This is only the second time I met him.  He's a 
college friend of Bob's.  I think he's somewhere 
flirting with girls," she said.

"Did he..." Tim said.  "Well, never mind." 

Sherry smiled again.  "No, he didn't flirt with me," 
she said.  "Bob had warned him beforehand."

Tim chuckled while Sherry smiled.  "So how about your 
dog?" he asked.  "I didn't see her dog at her house, 
so I assume it's still staying with you."

"No," Sherry said.  "He died a year or so ago.  We 
didn't get another dog after that."

Since the topics were used up, the rest of the evening 
was rather quiet between Sherry and Tim.  

Tim sighed in relief, while waiting in line again to 
kiss the bride before he left.  Bob hugged him and 
patted his shoulder while Tim congratulated him again. 

"Thanks," Bob said.  "And thanks for the tough job."  
He smiled at Tim.

Susan gave Tim a peck on his cheek.  "Thanks, Tim," 
she said.  "Please finish the job by walking her to 
her car.  I'll call you when I come back from my 
honeymoon."

Tim walked Sherry to her car in the chilling wind.  
Sherry smiled at him before she got in her car.  
"Thanks again," she said.  "I really appreciate it."  
She bade goodnight to Tim.

On his way back to home, Tim thought about the event 
and the people.  He didn't enjoy the reception, 
because he didn't know the people, and they were 
mostly a lot older than him.  It was probably the same 
reason Sherry didn't enjoy the evening.  However, she 
did have a lot of chances to get to know guys a little 
older, which was common.  She didn't show any interest, 
didn't even look at them.  And why would Bob warn his 
best man not to flirt with the maid of honor?  It 
sounded a little awkward, and also a little amusing.  
That guy probably had the same kind of warning: 
castration as punishment.  He chuckled at the thought.

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Chapter 8
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Deborah came home for the Christmas school break.  The 
Brake family drove to New York, and stayed with 
Betty's mom for Christmas.  When they returned to 
Rochester on the 26th, the siblings began spending 
time attending farewell parties their friends held for 
Annie and Alan.

Deborah drove Tim to a car rental facility early in 
the morning on January the Second.  Tim had already 
reserved a rental truck.  He drove the truck to Alan's 
home, while Deborah headed toward Albany.  Tim helped 
Alan to load the furniture and appliances he had 
bought, as well as his personal belongings, into the 
truck.  Alan went back into the house to bid farewell 
to his family, before the guys left for Annie's house.  
They loaded some of Annie's bulkier stuff into the 
truck.  Alan kissed Annie for what seemed like an hour 
before leaving her reluctantly.  He would be missing 
Annie for two weeks.  

They headed toward Albany, Alan driving his car in the 
front, and Tim driving the rental truck following Alan.

Tim's cell phone buzzed a little after he went on the 
highway.  It was Susan.  She had just gotten back from 
her honeymoon a couple days prior.  

"How was the honeymoon?" Tim said.  "Can he still 
walk?"

Susan giggled for a while.  "No," she said.  "He is 
kind of paralyzed."

After chuckling for a while, Tim said, "So, is there 
anything I can help you with?"

"Not really," Susan said, giggling.  "Bob insists 
he'll handle me himself.  But I called to thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for guarding Sherry at my wedding party," 
Susan said.

"Oh, that," Tim said.  "That was nothing."  He 
swallowed and didn't tell her his opinion of that 
incident: uneasy, boring, and embarrassing.

"Well," Susan said, "it's not a job every guy likes to 
do.  You didn't get to dance and flirt with other 
girls.  You had to enjoy watching and talking with a 
pretty girl, and couldn't dance with her, couldn't 
attempt to put a move on her.  I know it's tough."  
She giggled.

Tim remembered about the castration punishment for 
improper attempts.  He chuckled.  "I didn't do 
anything, didn't even dare to think about it," he said.

"I know that," Susan said, laughing slightly.  "She 
said you'd been very nice to her, and asked me to 
relate her thanks to you."

"No problem," Tim said.  "You're very protective of 
your little sister.  I'm glad she has you as a 
sister."

"Of course I am," Susan said.  "I'm glad to have you 
as a friend too."

They talked for a bit and then finished the phone chat.

Alan and Tim arrived at Albany, and found the 
apartment building Deborah had rented.  They unloaded 
the stuff, and moved everything into the apartment.  
It was a rather small place.  The room Deborah would 
be using was tiny.  She was busy cleaning the place.  

After the move, Tim dropped onto the couch, panting.  
It was a used couch Alan picked up in a garage sale.  
Deborah's bed was also a used one Alan bought for her 
at another garage sale.  

Deborah laughed at him.  "Look at Alan," she told Tim.  
"He's a lot tougher.  No wonder he won Annie."

Tim glanced at Alan, who was laughing, while panting, 
and sitting on the floor.  "He's panting as well," Tim 
said.  "He's just a lucky bastard."

Deborah giggled.  "I guess you guys haven't have lunch 
yet," she said.  "Or are you guys just frail?"

Tim looked at his watch.  It was almost three.  "No 
wonder I'm limp," he said.

Deborah tugged the two limp guys into her car, and 
drove them to a fast food place for lunch.  

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They saw some girls coming out when they were at the 
entrance.  Tim held the door open, while Deborah and 
Alan stepped aside to let them out first.

"Hey, Tim!  What're you doing here?" a girl at the 
back of the group shrieked.  It was Emma.

"Hi, Emma," Tim said.  He was a little surprised to 
see Emma here, although he knew Emma lived in Albany.

Emma saw Alan.  Her face grew slightly pink.  "Hi, 
Alan," she said.  She came a little closer to Alan as 
her friends moved into the parking lot.  "I'm sorry 
about..." she said, "about that incident."

"Well," Tim said, "I suppose he should thank you for 
giving him the damn chance."

Alan and Emma both laughed embarrassingly.

"Hi, Emma," Alan said.

Emma turned to Deborah, and studied her briefly. "You 
have to be Deb," she said, smiling.  "I'm Emma the 
idiot."

"Hi, Emma," Deborah said, giggling.  "Nice to meet 
you."

Emma turned to Tim and made up a pout.  "Why didn't 
you call me, reporting that you're in town?" she said.

"I've just arrived in town," Tim said.  "Helping this 
lucky bastard move."  He pointed to Alan.

"Oh!" Emma said, then turned around and grinned at 
Alan.  She turned back to Tim, and said, "Well, 
since... Well, I wonder if you... you guys, are free 
tonight.  I... I suppose I can buy you guys a dinner 
to celebrate."  She turned to smile at them one by one.

"Definitely," Deborah said on behalf of the three.  
"I'll make sure Tim's free."

Emma giggled.  "No," she said.  "I honestly would like 
to see you all, all of you.  You know, we are 
neighbors and we go to the same school."  She smiled 
at Deborah.

"Okay," Deborah said.  "Deal."

"So," Emma said, turning to Tim, "I suppose you don't 
have my phone number anymore, do you?"

Tim took out his cell phone and checked.  "It's still 
here," he said, with a little embarrassed smile.

Emma pecked Tim on the cheek.  "Give me a call when 
you're done.  I'll tell you where and when."  She 
smiled and waved at them, and went to join her friends.

Deborah smiled slyly at Tim.  "I suppose you may want 
to extend the truck rental for another day or two," 
she said.

After lunch, they went to the grocery, and to a couple 
of other stores, to buy food, drinks and household 
supplies, before returning to the apartment.  Emma 
called Tim right after he finished cleaning the 
windows in Deborah's room.  She suggested an Italian 
restaurant for their dinner.

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When they arrived at the restaurant, Emma was already 
there.  She had changed her clothes, and was wearing a 
blouse and denim skirt, instead of the jeans she had 
been wearing earlier that day.  She smiled and waved 
at them.  Tim noticed the restaurant was sort of 
traditional in style.  It also had a tiny dancing 
floor.  Light recorded music was playing, although 
nobody was on the floor.

Emma talked a lot with Deborah during the meal.  She 
asked Deborah's opinion on some courses that Deborah 
had taken, but that she hadn't.  She even exchanged 
phone numbers with Deborah.  She also talked with Alan 
in a more relaxed manner.  

"When Annie comes to town," Emma told Alan, "I'll buy 
you guys another dinner.  I'll be wearing a veil so I 
won't get that embarrassed."  She giggled.

After everyone finished laughing, Emma talked again.  
"Has anyone seen that idiotic jerk since then?" she 
asked.

"No," Alan said.  "Not even Annie.  I mean, she didn't 
see him at school, although he's supposed to be there, 
still there."

"Oh well," Emma said.  "I had wished someone would 
give him a nice good beating for me.  He screwed up my 
reputation of being a demure lady."

Tim was choking while Deborah and Alan were laughing.

They had finished the meal and were enjoying coffee, 
when Emma asked Alan to dance with her.

"Why not him?" Alan said, pointing to Tim.

"Well, I can dance with him next month," Emma said, 
smiling, "but I don't think that's a very good idea, 
to dance with you when Annie is around."  She rose 
from her seat and pulled Alan's hand.  "Come on, 
Mister Chicken," she said playfully.

"She's funny," Deborah said, watching Emma dancing 
with Alan.  "I like her."

"Yeah," Tim said, "she's funny, but that's not all of 
her.  She actually has a lot inside."  He smiled as he 
saw Alan moving like an elephant on the floor.  He 
knew he was lousy, but apparently Alan was worse.

"Well," Deborah said, "she's pretty, she's nice, she's 
funny, she has a lot inside, and she likes you.  Why 
don't you take her?"

Tim took a deep breath and thought for a moment.  
"Well," he said, "I really don't know.  I guess the 
way we met kind of screwed up something.  We'd been 
bedmates for a while before we started to know each 
other.  Also, the distance and difference in social 
class sometimes makes me feel uncomfortable."  He 
remembered his experience at Susan's wedding.

"Social class?" Deborah asked.

"Her dad's an attorney," Tim said.  "I suppose he's a 
successful one. Her living style is... is kind of 
elite, compared to ours.  I don't understand why she 
comes to Albany and not UR.  Besides, I'm not sure 
what I am to her.  You know, she has no problem 
finding lots of qualified guys."

Deborah looked Tim up and down.  "You're very 
qualified, Timmy," she said.  "Don't look down upon 
yourself."

"Well," Tim said, "I don't, usually.  But there are 
times you naturally will."  He briefly told her how he 
felt at Susan's wedding reception.

"That's not elite, Timmy," Deborah said.  "You may 
hold your wedding party there when you get married.  
There aren't that many decent hotels in Rochester.  
Anyway, you felt uncomfortable because you knew nobody, 
and you looked too young compared to the rest of them.  
When you get older, these problems will be gone."

"I don't think I'll ever be able to afford holding a 
reception there," Tim said.

"Well, buy the lottery," Deborah said, giggling.  
"That's not elite."

Tim saw Emma and Alan returning to their table.  He 
stopped the discussion.

Emma didn't take her seat.  She stood in front of Tim.  
"I don't suppose you'll refuse a miserable, ugly, 
stupid idiot asking you for a dance, will you?" she 
said, making up a miserable look.

Tim chuckled and rose from his seat.  He held Emma's 
hand and went with her to the floor.  Emma wrapped her 
arms around his neck and danced slowly with him.  She 
didn't press her body to him.

After a while, Emma leaned her head on his shoulder.  
"I still miss you, occasionally," she whispered.

"Haven't you been dating?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.  "Actually, I was dumped three times 
since you last saw me."  She giggled lightly on his 
shoulder.

"Dumped or was dumped?" he asked.

"Well," she said, "does it matter?"

"A little," he said.  "I think."

"Do you remember what I said about if you come to 
Albany?" she said softly, leaning slightly closer to 
him.

"Yeah," he said.  "But please don't get me hard in 
public, not in front of my sister."

Emma giggled again, and moved slightly off his body.  
"Poor baby," she said.  "You get hard easily, huh?"

"Well," Tim said, "I don't think you have ever failed 
in getting guys hard during close contacts.  Anyway, 
when was the last time?"

"Last time I had sex?" she asked, tilting her head 
back a little and looked at him with a tiny smile.

"Well, I didn't mean that," Tim said, "but you can 
tell me."

"After the Christmas party here," Emma said, leaning 
her head on his shoulder again, "I didn't go home, as 
dad had gone to Florida for some business, or whatever 
screwing trip it was.  He dumped me right afterwards.  
I mean he dumped me, not me dumping him."

"I'm sorry," Tim said, patting her back.

"Oh well," Emma said.  "It doesn't matter.  Sometimes 
I dump guys, other times they dump me.  It hurts in 
both situations, but I've learned to get over it 
fast."

Tim felt his heart go out to her, just a little.  He 
held her a little closer to him.

"I've booked a room at the Holiday Inn," she said 
softly.  "You know, I live in the dorm, sharing a room 
with another girl.  Please don't tell me you're 
leaving tonight."

"I suppose I don't have a choice," he said.  "Do I?"

"You do have a choice," Emma said.  "I hope you'll 
choose the hotel."

"I'll choose the hotel," Tim said, and kissed her hair.

"Thank you," Emma whispered.  "You won't believe how 
wet I am now."

Tim almost laughed.  "You're not suggesting that I 
find out now, are you?" he said teasingly.

"You can if you want to," Emma said.  "Everyone knows 
I'm not a lady."

"You're not a lady outside," Tim said.  "But very much 
a lady inside."

"Oh, Oh," Emma cooed, "you want to get inside.  How 
deep do you want?"

"Well, well," Tim said.  "We better get back before I 
tear a hole in my jeans."

Both Deborah and Alan had sly smiles on their faces 
when Tim and Emma got back to their table.  Emma paid 
the check, and they left the restaurant. 

"I've called the truck rental company and extended it 
for a day," Alan whispered to Tim when they were 
outside the restaurant.  "I hope it's enough."  He 
winked at Tim, and then followed Deborah to her car.

Tim looked at Emma.  She smiled at him, held his hand 
and led him to her car.  She drove to the hotel where 
she had booked the room, and checked in.

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The moment they locked the door behind them, Emma 
threw her arms around Tim's neck, and kissed him 
passionately.  It was as if she hadn't been with a man 
for centuries.  

"Oh, my goodness," Emma panted after the lengthy kiss, 
still wrapped around Tim.  "Get my fucking skirt off!  
You're not going to believe it."

Tim reached behind her waist and loosened her denim 
skirt, letting it drop to the carpet.  He stroked her 
silk covered ass cheeks for awhile, and moved a hand 
to her front.  He slowly moved his fingers toward her 
crotch.  The fabric was wet.  Not damp, but wet.  Not 
a small spot, but a rather large area of wetness.

"Am I awfully wet?" Emma whispered in his ear.  "Gosh, 
I couldn't believe it."

"You're very, very wet," Tim said, and started to 
tease her wet spot.

"Oh! Oh!" Emma moaned.  "Mercy! Mercy! Please stop 
this!"  She dug her nails into his skin.

Tim paused his teasing.  "Stop?" he said.

"Goodness!" Emma panted.  "Do it again after you've 
fucked me."  She moved her hands to his waist, and 
struggled with his button and fly.

Tim looked at Emma.  Her face was flushed red, and she 
was breathing heavily.  He tugged her toward the bed, 
stripped her, and threw her on the bed.  He undressed 
himself, almost in one single motion, in front of the 
bed.  Emma didn't wait for him to get on the bed.  She 
moved her hips to the edge of the mattress and spread 
widely, lifting her legs in the air.

Tim took a tiny step between her thighs, holding his 
fully bulged cock in one hand, and led it toward her 
swelling lips.  Once his cock was between her labia, 
he pushed all the way inside.  He felt a little goose 
skin on him as the thrill hit him.  He grunted. 

"Oh! Oh!" Emma moaned, watching his cock moving in and 
out of her pussy.  "My goodness!  My goodness!"  She 
struggled to raise her shivering legs toward his 
shoulders.

Tim grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders.  
He moved his hands to the front of her thighs, and 
stroked her smooth skin while rocking in and out of 
her juicy tunnel.  

"Oh, my goodness," Emma groaned.  "You're killing me!  
Oh, no!  Oh, yes!"  She dug her nails into the 
mattress, and tried to move her hips.

Tim rocked faster and faster.  He glided his right 
hand toward her bush, and brushed it gently, then 
moved his fingers downward, until he felt her hood.

"Oh, no!" Emma raised her voice.  "Mercy! Don't do 
that!"

Tim stayed away from her clit as his finger moved 
downward and touched his own cock.  He wet his finger 
with her lubrications, and moved up again.  He touched 
the tiny nub that had jutted out of its hood.

"Oh, oh," Emma cried.  "Don't!  Oh!  Oh my!"  She 
thrust her groin into his crotch, and came.  Her 
internal muscles rubbed his stroking cock with tiny 
pulses.

Tim kept on pounding into her, while she was being hit 
by her orgasm.  A little while later, her orgasm began 
to subside, and she loosened herself, while panting 
heavily.  He slowed down a little, giving himself a 
small break, and resumed with his strokes.

Emma began to grunt and moan again, shivering while 
moving her hips in irregular speed.  "Oh!  My 
goodness," she cried.  "Rub me!  Rub me now!  Oh, oh, 
kill me please!"

Tim resumed teasing her clit again.  He also moved 
faster and harder, slamming into her groin with each 
stroke.  He slammed even harder when his balls began 
delivering convulsive signals.  He felt a stream of 
liquid moving quickly inside him, toward the tiny exit.  
He shot inside her, while his hips were shaking.  

She came again, gripping his cock with her internal 
muscles, squeezing every drop of his remaining 
ejaculation out into her tunnel, clamping his neck 
with her shaking legs, and blowing heavily with her 
mouth open.

Emma loosened her legs, and let them drop onto the 
floor.  Tim leaned forward, and put his hands on the 
mattress beside her body to support himself.  He was 
still shaking.  

Emma stretched her arms out.  "Come down on me," she 
said softly.

Tim slowly lowered himself onto her body.  Emma 
wrapped her arms around him, and held him on top of 
her. Tim rolled her on top of himself when he had 
gathered the strength.  Emma adjusted a little, so she 
could rest her head on his shoulder.  They stayed in 
that position for a while.  

Tim felt liquid sliding down his shoulder.  He tilted 
his head a little, but could see nothing except her 
hair.  However, he believed he was feeling her tears.  
"What's the matter?" he asked softly.

Emma didn't answer, but began to weep on his shoulder.  
Tim wrapped his arms around her back, and stroked her 
gently.  It took her a while to stop weeping.

"I'm sorry," Emma said after a while.

Tim patted her back gently a few times.  "What's the 
matter?" he asked.

"I don't like this," she said softly.

"Don't like what?"

"Don't like you fucking me.  It's too good," she said.

"You don't like me fucking you?"

Emma let out a long sigh.  "It's too good," she said 
slowly.  "Every time you've fucked me, I've wanted 
more."  She paused for a moment, and continued, 
"Actually, I don't just want more, I want you, not 
just for the fuck, but for everything.  Not for a 
night or two, but for every day and every night."

She raised her head to look at his face, supporting 
herself with her arms.  Her eyes were wet.  She went 
on slowly, "You're not going to believe how much I 
want to stay with you, and how much it hurts because I 
know we're going to part one day."  She looked at his 
eyes for another while and lowered her face down to 
his shoulder again.

Tim had a very confused mind.  He knew Emma liked him, 
but didn't know her emotion toward him was so deep.  
"What makes you believe we have to part one day?" he 
asked.

"I just know it," she said softly.  "Believe it or not, 
I can tell.  You're not going to believe how many guys 
I've been with.  I could tell the ending even before 
the relationship had started."

"Everything has an exception," Tim said.

"Yeah," Emma said.  "Every guy I told about my gifted 
talent has told me the same thing."

Tim had to hold his laugh.  He thought for a moment.  
"Why didn't you go to UR?" he asked.

"Oh well," Emma said, "I guess I had fucked half of 
the guys in my class at high school.  No, no, I think 
I had fucked most of them.  More than half of the 
girls there called me a slut.  Everyone I knew who was 
going to UR, guys or girls, called me a slut.  Do you 
think I'd like that?"

"I see," Tim said, patting her back.

"It's also one of the reason why I don't want you to 
be with me," she said.  "I don't want you to be with a 
slut."

"You're not a slut," Tim said, lifting her shoulder to 
look at her face.

Emma struggled, but gave in after a little while.  She 
looked in his eyes.  "It doesn't matter if I'm really 
a slut or not," she said.  "I was, and still am, being 
called a slut.  Once a slut, always a slut."  She 
paused for a while, thinking, then went on.  "Actually, 
I am a slut.  I've slept with three guys, not 
including Manus, after you last screwed me.  How many 
have you?"

"One," Tim said.

"Oh!" she said, looking at his eyes with a sly smile.  
"Bad boy, you fucked Annie that night."

Tim smiled embarrassingly.

"Why would you let her slip away from you, then?" Emma 
asked.

"Well," Tim said, "there's something around that's 
called fucking fate."

Emma giggled.  She rolled off Tim and lay in the bed, 
looking at the ceiling.  "Yeah," she said.  "Fucking 
fate.  I hate it too."  She rolled on her side and 
stroked his chest.  "Do you want to fuck me again?" 
she asked.

"Do you want to fuck me?"  Tim asked.

"Do it tenderly this time," Emma said.  "I haven't 
been fucked tenderly for a long time."

By the time Tim closed his eyes after the fervent and 
tender sex, bathing together, and cuddling together in 
the bed, it was nearly three in the morning.

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Chapter 9
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Tim was awakened in the morning by Emma pulling on his 
arm.  She had already gotten up, and was in her 
clothes.  "Get up, get up," she said.  "You lazy pig."

"What time is it now?" Tim grunted, rubbing his eyes 
with his free hand.

"Eight thirty-seven," she said.  "Get up!  Get up!"  
She continued pulling his arm.

"Why get up so early?" he rumbled.

Emma stopped pulling his arm.  She leaned toward him 
and said, "We don't have a lot of time together.  Why 
waste it sleeping?  Can't you just stay up and give me 
some better moments to remember?"

Tim felt some wetness in his eyes.  He thought briefly 
and said, "If I'm coming over again next weekend, do I 
get to sleep for another five minutes?"

Emma had a big smile on her face, but it went out fast.  
She took a deep breath and looked at his eyes.  
"You're sweet, Tim," she said softly, "but please 
don't do this to me.  The more often you come over, 
the more it hurts when we have to part."

"We don't have to do anything," Tim said.

"You're kidding," Emma sighed.  "I'm glad I was dumped 
before I saw you yesterday.  Do you know I would have 
fucked you even if I had a boyfriend watching us?"

Tim pulled Emma down to him and kissed her.

Emma wiped her eyes after the kiss, and then pulled 
Tim's arm again.  "Let's enjoy today first, please," 
she said.

"Where are we going?" Tim asked when he got out of the 
bathroom.  "What're you doing?" he asked again when he 
saw Emma stripping.

She tossed a beige boxer pants to him.  "Put on your 
underwear," she said.  "Then put this on.  I borrowed 
it from a bigger girl, so it should fit you."  She 
continued to strip naked, and took some tiny black 
garments up from the bed.  She put on the black bikini 
Tim had seen once before.

Emma turned around, and saw Tim still holding the 
boxer pants in his hand, staring at her.  He had a 
nascent hard-on.  "Goodness! Can't you stop thinking 
of fucking me for a few minutes?" she said playfully.

Tim smiled embarrassingly.  "We're going swimming?" he 
asked.

"No," she said.  "We're going to the swimming pool for 
a fuck."

Tim laughed.  "When did you get these?" he asked, 
waving the boxer pants in his hand.

"Before I came back, blew you a few times, and pulled 
your arm," she said, with a tiny smile on her face.

"You went out?" Tim asked.
 
Emma sighed.  "You didn't even know I blew you, how 
pitiful!"  She giggled when he saw Tim looking down at 
his cock.

"I suppose I should do it again now, or should I not?"  
She came over to Tim.

"No," Tim said.  "I'll put them on."

Emma grabbed two towels from the bathroom, and went to 
the indoor pool with Tim.  "Don't dive into the water 
without pulling the string tight," she reminded him.  
"It's not really a swimwear."

Emma saw Tim swimming without help.  "Damn," she said.  
"When have you learned to swim?  How am I supposed to 
drown you?"

"I took the co-ed Physical Education course in 
swimming," Tim explained.

"Oh well," Emma said.  "I suppose I have to blow you 
under the water instead of drowning you."  She pushed 
Tim in the water and submerged her head into the water.

Tim pulled her head out of the water.  "Don't," he 
said.  "The lifeguard's watching."

"Oh," Emma said.  "Bad boy! Bad boy! You want him to 
join?"

"No," Tim said.  "Just don't do it here."

"Well," Emma said, "let's do two straight lengths of 
the pool.  Whoever's faster makes the decision."

"No," Tim said.  "This is unfair.  You're going to 
win."

"Oh! Oh," Emma said.  "You big cock chicken!  You're 
scared of losing?"

"Alright, alright," Tim said.  "Let's do it."

Tim had just made his turn and a few strokes when Emma 
had finished.  She waited until Tim arrived, and dived 
into the water.

Tim pulled her head out of the water again.  

"What?" she said.

"Don't do it," Tim said.  "I'll eat you in the room 
until you beg me to stop, instead."

"No," she said.  "I want to blow you."

"Blow me in the room until I'm dry, then," Tim said.

"No," Emma said.  "Okay, okay.  I give in.  You choose 
a place other than the room, and I'll blow you there.  
Where?"

"The room," Tim said.

"I said except the room," Emma said.  "Wait, you mean 
your sister's room?  That will do.  I suppose she can 
learn a thing or two from me by watching."

Tim almost choked.  "No, no," he said, and thinking, 
"Okay, your car... Wait!  Let's do it later.  I have 
the rental truck."

"Yuck!" Emma said.  "Rental truck?  My car!  My car!"

"Okay, okay," Tim said.  "But let's go on with the 
swimming."

They went back to the room after the swim.  "Let's 
change and go for the breakfast," Emma said.

Tim took off the wet garments and stared at his jeans 
on the floor.  "My underwear is wet," he said.

"Why on earth would you need underwear in your jeans?" 
Emma said, while rubbing her naked body with a towel.  
"You're not going to shoot in your jeans."

"I guess so," Tim said.  He then rubbed himself dry, 
and put on his clothes.  

They went for their complimentary continental 
breakfast.  Emma was rather quiet while eating.  Tim 
knew she was thinking about something.  He didn't 
disturb her.

Emma looked up at him.  "Did you mean it when you said 
you're coming again next weekend?" she said.  "Or did 
you say it to make me happy?"

Tim thought for a moment.  "I meant it," he said.  
"But you make the decision.  I don't want you to feel 
worried."

"It will hurt," Emma said, dropping her head.  "Can 
you take it?"

"If you can," Tim said, "why can't I?"

"I have no problem telling you that I love you.  Can 
you?" she said softly, looking at him.  Her eyes were 
tearful.

Tim looked down at his coffee, then looked up into her 
eyes.  "I can't," he said.  "I don't know.  I know I 
like you, but I don't know how much.  I know it 
doesn't sound nice, but I can't lie to you.  I'll tell 
you when I'm certain, but not before."

"Come over next week," Emma said, smiling at him.  
"You're not going to be hurt as much."

"Please don't say that," Tim said.  "There may be an 
exception."

Emma smiled at him.  "Okay," she said.  "Well, at 
least you said you didn't love me, not yet, and you 
were honest.  Most others said they  loved me and they 
all knew it was bullshit."

Tim laughed.  "What about the rest?" he asked 
playfully.

"Well," Emma said, rolling her eyes, "they said 'can I 
just have a fuck?' I suppose they were honest as 
well."

Tim laughed again.  "Where're we going now?" he asked.

"Do you want to have a picnic in the park?" Emma said.

"It's freezing outside," Tim said.

"Can you skate?" Emma said.

"Nope."

"Ski?"

"Nope."

"Oh well," Emma said.  "There's not much you can do 
other than fucking me over and over, then."

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"I don't think you should blow me in your car," Tim 
said, stroking Emma's shoulder.  She was snuggling 
against him, licking his chest and stroking his 
stomach in the bed.  

Emma licked her way up to Tim's face and kissed him.  
"What do you prefer?" she asked after the kiss.

"Anything," Tim said.  "You're not going to get me 
hard enough to blow me anymore.  How many times have 
we done it today?"

"If you mean your orgasms," she said, "twice.  Come on, 
you're only twenty years old, you can make it.  Do you 
want to bet?"

Tim chuckled.  "Try it now," Tim said teasingly.  He 
pressed on Emma's shoulder.  He had just come inside 
her a few minutes ago.  He knew it wasn't going to be 
easy.

Emma raised her head and looked at Tim and said, 
"Okay."  She glanced at the clock.  "If I can make it 
before we check out, what're you going to do?" she 
asked.

Tim glanced at the clock.  It was about twenty minutes 
to noon.  "Okay, that's about twenty minutes.  What do 
you want?"

Emma tilted her head and thought for a moment.  "Fuck 
me in front of your sister?" she said, smiling.

Tim nearly choked. "Gosh, no," he said.  "Something 
else."

"In front of Annie?"

"Please! Something practical."

Emma giggled.  "Hmm," She said.  "Have you ever seen 
me in a nightgown?"

"No."

"Buy me one."

"Okay,"

"You've lost, baby," Emma said with a luscious smile.  
She kissed Tim briefly and licked her way down.

"No! Please!" Tim grunted, arching his back, 
shuddering his hips.  "Oh no! I'm coming."  He began 
shooting deep into Emma's throat.

Emma licked his deflating shaft clean before she 
raised her head to check the time.  "Still two minutes 
left," she announced.  "You've lost."

"It's unfair," Tim panted.  "You never told me you 
could deep throat me."

"Well," Emma said, smiling, "I can't deep throat a 
soft dick, can I?"

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They checked out of the hotel and went to a small 
restaurant for lunch.  Tim was still shaking his head 
after he ordered his meal.

Emma smiled happily at him.  "Told you," she said.  
"I've been with guys more often than you've jerked 
yourself off."

"What's your record in a day?" Tim asked after 
laughing.

"Six," Emma said.  "You want to break the record?"

"I don't think I'm capable," Tim said, chuckling.

"If you have the will," Emma said, smiling, "I can 
help.  It'll hurt.  Don't tell me I haven't warned 
you."

"I'll think about it," Tim said.  

His cell phone buzzed.  It was Deborah.  "Am I 
interrupting something?" She asked.

Tim covered the mouthpiece and told Emma it was his 
sister.  "No," he said into the phone, "we're having 
lunch.  You want to join us?"

"Nah," Deborah said.  "I'm still having brunch with 
Alan.  When are you going back?  Do you need me to 
return the truck?"

"You're leaving today?" Tim said.

"Yeah," Deborah said.  "Nothing to do here.  Alan will 
start working tomorrow, anyway.  I'm going to show him 
around this afternoon, and then I'll leave.  When are 
you going back?"

"Hold on," Tim said into the phone.  "Where are we 
going this afternoon?" he asked Emma.

"Where are they going?" Emma asked.

"Deb's going to show Alan around," he said.

"We can go together, so I can grope the three of you 
all at the same time," Emma said, giggling.

"Okay," Tim said, chuckling.  He told his sister he 
would meet her at her apartment after his lunch.

"I thought you'd prefer to be alone with me," Tim said, 
after the phone call.

"Well," Emma said, "you don't have a place to fuck me, 
and you don't want to try breaking my record."

Tim saw the waitress delivering their meals to their 
table.  "Okay," he said.  "Let's do lunch."

Emma was again thinking about something while she ate.  
"Do you know I'm an idiot?" she asked Tim.

"No," Tim said, "you are not."

"I am!" Emma said.  "You don't have to come over next 
weekend.  I don't have anything to do here.  I can go 
back to Rochester today, and you can fuck me in your 
office's restroom."

Tim almost spurted his food.  "Oh yeah," he said.  "I 
can fuck you every day until Saturday, then we drive 
over here and fuck again.  How's that?"

Emma covered her mouth so she wouldn't spurt her food.  
She then thought for a moment and said, "When will 
your spring classes start?" 

"Nineteenth," he said.  "Yours?"

"Twentieth," she said.  Then she dropped her head in 
some thoughts again.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Have you thought of coming over more than one 
weekend?" she said, looking at her plate.

Tim thought briefly, and said.  "Yes, I will."

Emma looked up at him, smiling sweetly.  "I'll stay at 
home until my school starts," she said.  "How's that?"

"Sounds good," Tim said. "We'll have eight hours more 
every weekend."

Emma giggled.  "Let's finish the food fast," she said.  
"Then you'll drive, and I'll blow you in my car."

They finished the meal and went to Deborah's apartment.  
The four of them got into Alan's car and began their 
city tour.  Alan's car was the least decent of all 
their cars, but his was a four-door sedan, while the 
two girls both drove two-door coupes.  Deborah sat in 
the front, showing the streets and places.  Emma 
supplemented Deborah from behind, while Tim was pretty 
occupied with some thoughts during the tour.  After 
the tour, they had dinner together again at a small 
restaurant.  

"What's the matter with you?" Emma said softly to Tim, 
who had been rather silent since they started the city 
tour.

"Nothing," Tim said.  He patted her hands.  Then he 
turned to Alan and asked,  "Do you know how much you 
have spent on the furniture and appliances?" 

"I haven't summed up the figure.  Why?" Alan said.  
"You're moving out?" 

"Of course he is," Deborah said, glancing at Tim and 
Emma.  "I suppose it's cheaper in the long run.  Am I 
right?"

Tim glanced at Emma.  She was blushing, which was a 
rare phenomenon for her.  He also knew his face had 
heated up.  "I'm just trying to find out," he said.  
"You know, I'll have to move out one day, sooner or 
later."

Alan smiled slyly at him.  "I'll email you my costs 
for your reference.  I'll also tell you where I bought 
my stuff," he said.

Deborah turned to Emma.  "I suppose I can go shopping 
with you tomorrow in Rochester.  Am I right?"  she 
said, and winked at her.

Emma giggled.  "Oh well," she said.  "Annie told me 
this big chicken has no taste in lingerie.  I think we 
should give him a hand in selecting some for his 
girl."

Alan's face turned red. "I don't need it," he said 
embarrassingly. 

"Gosh!" Deborah said in mock shock.  "You guys run 
around in the house naked?"

"Food's coming, drinks are coming," Alan said.  "Let's 
eat."

They finished the dinner and went to Deborah's 
apartment.  Tim took the rental truck and Deborah took 
her car.  They then headed toward Rochester.  Emma 
took her car and went back to her dorm to pack up 
something before heading home.  Alan went up to his 
apartment to do his math for Tim.

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Tim had just hit the highway when his cell phone 
buzzed.  

"Are you really moving out?" Emma asked in the phone.

"Well, just a thought," Tim said.  "You don't like the 
idea?" 

"Well," she said, "I can contribute."

"No," Tim said.  "I'm moving out, not you.  You can't 
contribute either, you're spending your dad's money.  
I don't suppose you want me to be sponsored by another 
man, do you?"

"Oh well," Emma said.  "Number one, okay, dad won't 
sponsor you.  Number two, you just said you're moving 
out, not thinking."  She giggled.

Tim chuckled.  "Damn it," he said.  "I've got to be 
careful about words I say to you."

Emma chuckled.  "Well," She said, "if you know what 
and when you want, I do have the time to shop around 
for you.  I may be able to get you some free, horny, 
and sexy maids."

"Some?" Tim said.  "You mean you can split?"

"Oh well," she said.  "How do you think I could manage 
to get six times in a day?"

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Tim returned the rental truck and Deborah took him 
home.  

"When are you moving out?" she asked.

Tim chuckled.  "How come girls always ask the same 
question?" he said, smiling at her.

Deborah giggled.  "Because we're smarter," she said.  
"When?"

"I need to check my financial status first," Tim said.  
"And also check how much will it cost."

"I can contribute something," Deborah said.  "I have 
some savings."

Tim chuckled again.  "Know what?" he said.  "I believe 
you and Emma will become very close friends."

Deborah giggled again.  "I think so too," she said.

Tim went to shower as soon as he got home.  He then 
checked his computer.  Alan's email was already in his 
inbox.  He browsed through the costs Alan gave him.  
He then went through some real estate rental 
information, and his financial situation. He knew he 
could handle it.  He decided to talk with his dad the 
following day.

Deborah came into his room a while later.  She had 
already taken her shower.  "How's your finding?" she 
asked.

"Looks okay," he said.  He showed her his calculations.

"You're in very good shape, Timmy," Deborah said.  
"Damn! You didn't buy me a dinner to celebrate your 
pay raise!"

Tim chuckled.  "I'll do that," he said.  "I had also 
planned on taking over the payment of your school 
loans, so dad can spare more money to take mom on 
vacations."

"Hmm," Deborah said.  "You're still in pretty good 
shape after that.  You just can't buy Emma a car."  
She smiled slyly at him.

"She's driving a much better car than we do," Tim said.

"I know," Deborah said, smiling at him.  "Why don't 
you tell me what kind of places you prefer, and your 
budget.  Then I can go with her to check the places 
for you.  It takes you less time.  She and I have 
nothing to do during the day, anyway."

"I think I'll talk with dad first," Tim said.  "You 
know, a kind of faked respect."

"Okay," Deborah said.  "She and I will check the 
places, then you do your faked respect, then you go 
sign the lease, then you go with her to bed, then..."  
She fell in his bed, laughing.

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Tim rented a one-bedroom apartment in the St. Joseph's 
Park area on Wednesday.  It was a historic apartment 
building in a decent neighborhood.  Deborah and Emma 
had been buying bargain furniture and appliances for 
him.  He knew Deborah and Emma spent a lot of time 
looking for bargain stuff.  He wasn't surprised about 
his sister Deborah, because they were brought up in a 
middle class family where budget was usually important.  
However, he was rather impressed by Emma, as she 
didn't seem to be a bargain hunter, and she never used 
cheap stuff herself.

Tim didn't move his stuff over until Saturday, 
although he already had fucked Emma there on Friday 
night.  When he went inside his new home, Emma was 
already there.  She had just finished hanging a blind 
at the window.  He kissed her briefly, and carried his 
clothing into the bedroom.  He found some female 
garments in his closet.  He turned around to look at 
Emma.

"No," Emma said, shaking her head, "I'm not living 
here.  You can bring other women here to fuck.  I just 
keep some clothes here, in case you want to fuck me in 
some dresses."  She giggled.

Deborah was also giggling at the door.  She was 
carrying another carton for Tim.

"You're not going to use the lower left drawer of the 
chest either," Emma said.  "Unless you want to try 
cross dressing."  The girls laughed again.

"Okay," Tim said.  "What else should I not use?"

"Everything in the bathroom cabinet that has a 'Fuck-
me' label on it," Emma said.  She looked around the 
place.  "Oh, the night table to the left.  I keep some 
condoms there, in case Deborah or I need to sneak a 
guy in while you're at work," she continued.

"Okay," Tim said.  "Is there some place that belongs 
solely to me?  You know, like some secret places to 
hide new girlfriend pictures."

"Sure," Emma said.  "Your ass."  She hugged Deborah 
while both girls were laughing on the other's shoulder.

They finished unloading stuff from Tim's car, and did 
another trip to move Tim's personal belongings from 
his parents' house to his new home.  Emma finished 
hanging all the blinds and draperies, and went on to 
tidy up the kitchen.  They went to a deli for lunch.  
Deborah excused herself after lunch.

"So, how do you like your new home?" Emma asked when 
they got back to his place.

"Very nice," Tim said.  "Small but nice.  You girls 
know how to pick nice places."

"Oh well," Emma said.  "We girls are gifted.  We also 
blew the landlord over and over, until he agreed to 
cut down the rent.  How nice it is for you to have a 
dear sister, and also a girl you can wave over from 
miles away, for just a fuck."

Tim went over to Emma, wrapped his hands around her 
waist, looked into her eyes, and said, "You know very 
well I'm not just expecting a fuck, don't you?"

"Of course," Emma said, wrapping her arms around Tim's 
neck.  "You want to fuck me over and over."

"More than that," Tim said.

"Oh! Brave boy!" Emma said, smiling.  "You want to 
break the record."

Tim nearly choked.  "Come on, honey," he said.  "You 
know what I mean."

"No," Emma said, winking.  "What do you mean?"

"Well," Tim said, "let's say, what would you say about 
our relationship when we were at Monroe?"

"Relationship?" Emma said, widening her eyes.  "There 
was no relationship!  You fucked me, I fucked you, you 
took me to the game and got me fucked by that idiot, 
and everything was over."

Tim chuckled, then took a deep breath.  "I do want a 
relationship with you," he said softly.

"Oh," Emma said, smiling.  "What relationship?  Master 
and slave?"

Tim laughed.  "Well," he said, "how about boyfriend 
and girlfriend?"

"Oh," Emma said.  "That's just a nice synonym for 
expressing your desire to keep me on call for non-stop 
fucking."

Tim laughed again.  "Do you mind?" he said, looking at 
her eyes.

Emma sighed, then leaned her head on his shoulder.  
"No, in fact I already am," she whispered.  "Whether I 
like it or not, and whether I feel comfortable with it 
or not."

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