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Subject: {ASSM} EMILY'S AWAKENING       M/F, 1st, Reluc
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This is a work of pure fiction (unfortunately). M/F, 1st, Reluc.


EMILY'S AWAKENING

by ZippyWonderchimp

Emily was the daughter of one of my sister's closest friend's from
college. She seemed lake a nice enough girl the last time I had met
her; pretty, kind of quiet, thin, smart (she had skipped a grade), and
a "good Christian girl". Didn't really pay much attention because
she was only in high school at the time.

I got a phone call from my sister one day late in the Summer asking me
if I was still interested in renting a room in my house. I told her
"maybe", but was kind of hesitant to rent to somebody I didn't
actually know. She indicated that I did know this person; that it was
her friend's daughter Emily and she had tired of the Christian group
home (sort of like a religious sorority house) that she had lived in
near the local University during her freshman year. My sister went on
to say that Emily "should be no problem because she's not a wild
kid: and hr folks had enough money that I wouldn't have to worry
about being stiffed on rent. I figured "what the hell" and said
okay, then started to clean out her bedroom and bathroom in
anticipation of her arrival in a few weeks.

When Emily and her folks came down to move her in it was like old
times. I sort of knew mom through my sister and we were chatting up a
storm while moving her daughter in. Emily went about her business and
was pretty much as I had remembered her. The folks stayed in town and
left the next afternoon. Only then did I start to notice that not
everything about her was as I had recalled.

After she kissed her folks "goodbye" and waved at them out front
until they had driven out of sight, Emily came back into the house and
went to the fridge. "You don't mind if I grab a cold one," she
asked me as she held a bottle of Henry's in her hand. "I'll chip
in next time."

"No problem," I said. "Just never take my last beer," I said
with a smile.

"It's getting hot in here," Emily said as she set the beer down
on the coffee table and peeled off the baggy sweatshirt she was wearing
today (which differed from the baggy sweatshirt she wore yesterday in
color only)).

"Getting hot indeed," I thought to myself as she slowly pulled the
orange garment over her head. The pretty but somewhat awkward
high-schooler I had remembered had developed a most impressive strong-C
cup chest which was currently aimed at my appreciative eyes and encased
in a skin-tight white tank-top and a bra made of very thin fabric that
nicely indicated exactly where her nipples were. Emily plopped down on
the couch a couple of feet to my left; I watched her tits jiggle to a
stop out of the corner of my eye. She smiled at me (had she seen me
looking?) and turned her attention toward the release of Goodfellas
that I had just started watching on the television.

The next several weeks went on normally. Emily and I got along well but
she showed no apparent interest in me beyond friendship. Par for the
course, I surmised. She even had a guy who came over and hung out with
her for awhile, though nothing else as far as I could tell. There were
a few double-entendres tossed back and forth, but it was just for grins
and giggles.

"Too bad about that," I was thinking to myself. Emily is a lithe
and winsome young woman with long golden-blonde hair down to shoulder
blade level. She has piercing blue eyes and the kind of smile that
tightens up the old Levis in nothing flat, even if she isn't trying.
Or was she trying? I allowed myself to wonder about this for awhile.
Nope. Life isn't generally that good to me. My daydreams returned to
my comely young housemate. She stood about five feet eight inches tall;
just right for a six-footer like myself. She worked out and had the
kind of body that was firm and toned in all the right places but still
looked unmistakably feminine.

I came home (alone) one night after a couple of hours at a local
watering hole. No signs of life downstairs so I headed on upstairs. As
I passed by Emily's bedroom door I saw no light coming from under the
door so I knew she was already in bed. I closed the door to my bedroom
and undressed and slipped into a pair of sweat pants and crawled into
bed.

About an hour later I awoke to a loud noise. I saw a flash of light
filter in through the blinds and then another loud noise. A late Summer
thunderstorm was working its way through the Valley. I opened the
blinds to watch and crawled back into my nice warm bed. A couple
minutes later I heard a rapid yet timid knocking on my door. Another
boom of thunder sounded then I heard a much more insistent knocking on
my door.

"Mark! Mark, are you in there?" I heard Emily's obviously
frightened voice call out.

"Yeah, c'mon in," I mumbled, still half asleep.

Into my bedroom came the obviously nervous young woman dressed in a
skimpy silk kimono-style robe that only extended a little way down her
toned thighs. Her arms were wrapped around her torso in a "hug"
that made her full breasts all the more prominent beneath the clinging
garment. A flash of light from the window lit her up freeze-frame style
like the flash from a camera. I saw an expression on her face that was
damn near terror.

"Aieeeee! Jeez! I'm so embarrassed but thunderstorms have always
freaked me out! Can I hang with you until its over?"

"No problem," I replied as I turned on the radio so that maybe the
thunderclaps wouldn't seem so extreme to her.

Another flash and boom occurred and she jumped. She walked to the other
side of the bed and sat down on the edge. "I don't know why, but
I've been scared of thunder storms ever since I was a little kid.
It's soooo embarrassing. I mean, I'm an adult for goodness sake!"

"Hey, everybody's afraid of something. Me, I'm afraid that Hilary
Duff may someday reproduce."

That elicited a giggle from Emily and a slight relaxing in her rigid
posture, but only for a few minutes. As she was engaged in small-talk
about how silly she felt, various flashes lit up the room as I gazed at
the blonde beauty sitting on the edge of my bed. Then, a particularly
loud boom caused her to jump up to her feet. She froze for a moment
then as the next flash and boom hit her kimono slid off her shoulders
as she dove under the covers and buried her face in my naked chest. Her
left hand clutched the pillow and her right one had a death-grip on my
left arm.

She lay there shaking whimpering a little and I tried to comfort her;
rubbing her back in a soothing way. I'm not sure when I fully
realized that I had a hot, half-naked eighteen-year-old coed in bed
with me. I do recall that my dick realized before my brain because it
had swelled to its full nine-inch battle-ready state in my sweat pants
before I knew what had happened. I felt her hot, braless right tit
mashed against my abs as the left one brushed its way against my side.
My right hand, unbeknownst to my conscious mind, was slowly working
down the her back to where the tight crop-top that she was wearing gave
way to the silky smooth skin of her lower back. It continued on toward
the firm left cheek of her ass, which was only partially contained by
the simple cotton panties that completed her outfit.

Emily raised her face out of my chest; I thought I was toast. "Mark,
your heart's racing! Did the last big boom scare you too?" she
asked as she looked into my eyes, unknowing or uncaring that my hand
was clasping her ass.

"Yeah, must have been that," I replied as I tried to regain my
composure. Emily shifted to lay on her back next to me. I quickly moved
my hand off her ass but as she began to roll off, her left hand
disengaged from my arm and slowly dragged across my lower body until it
brushed against my now rock-hard erection which was reaching it's
head above my waistband.

"Mark!" she said with a gasp as her mind realized what her hand was
touching. "Great," I thought to myself. "My sister's going to
think I'm a pervert when she hears about this."

"What...wait, did I do that to you," she said as she slowly moved
her hand up and down the fleece-covered portion of my stiff rod.
"Wow, I've...I've never actually felt one of these before,"
Emily said as I fought to retain my composure. "I...I really
shouldn't be doing this. I'm supposed to remain a virgin until I
get married," she said still stroking my cock and actually wrapping
her hand around the shaft as much as was possible. My cock is jus a
couple inches longer than average but the girth is what seems to
impress most.

Emboldened by the fact that she was still stroking me, I reached my
left hand over and gently stroked the side of her beautiful face,
slowly moving down the side of her elegant neck to her right shoulder
which was pointed upward as she stopped her roll on her left side. I
began to caress her firm, high-riding right breast through the thin top
that barely concealed it. Emily closed her eyes and shuddered, tightly
gripping my shaft. I slid my hand beneath the crop-top and began to
stroke the smoothest, best-feeling breast it had ever been my pleasure
to encounter.

"I...I really shouldn't let you do this. I'm a...good girl. I
shouldn't...like this so damn much!" she said as she rolled onto
her back next to me. Before she had a chance to get up and leave I
rolled onto my right side and gently rolled her crop-top up her heaving
chest and over her breasts as high as I could and began licking and
sucking on her left tit as I stroked the right one.

"Ohhhhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h my..." Emily moaned as I started to suck her
right breast while massaging the left one and sliding my hand down her
flat stomach to her panties. Once under the waistband I felt the
silkiest pubes I can ever remember. I felt some moisture on them so I
knew I was pushing the right buttons. Still, as her body was saying one
thing her voice was saying another. I began to kiss her mouth when I
felt her left thigh move up a bit to press against my throbbing rod. As
I kissed her she began to respond in kind although between
tongue-kisses I heard: "This isn't right. You're closer to my
Mom's age than mine. What's wrong with me? Why am I enjoying this
so much? I sh-sh-shouldn't...OHHHHHH!...do this! Good Christian girls
don't do this!"
All the while however she was dry-humping my dick through my sweats
with her thigh. I tried to roll down her panties but was having a
difficult time of it so I just tore them off. This elicited a shocked
gasp from Emily so to distract her I jammed my tongue back into her
mouth and began to rub her pussy. Her clit quickly made it's first
appearance.

I slid down her body and worked her tits with my mouth while my middle
finger started to rub her nub. About fifteen seconds was all it took
for Emily to tighten her thighs around my hand and shake in her first
orgasm of the night. "Oh, wow! That...that was incredible," she
sighed.

"We haven't even warmed up yet Em," I said as I slid my middle
finger into her tight lips. I had to pry them apart. I started a gentle
in-and-out motion with one then two fingers, gradually going faster and
deeper until I felt it; Emily was indeed a true virgin --- her hymen
was intact. I wasn't about to waste that on a hand-job so I inserted
a third finger into her but made sure not to go too deep as I resumed
thrusting. Again she shuddered and moaned, releasing lubricants that
would be necessary later.

After she had regained her breath she looked at me and said "that's
the best I've ever felt. I wish I could repay you somehow, but...Wait
a minute! I have an idea!" Emily rolled me off her and on to the
other side of the bed. She cautiously pulled my sweat pants off and
just stared for a moment. "I've only seen these in a magazine.
Yours is beautiful!" she remarked as she slowly crawled between my
legs and began stroking my cock.

"That's great Emily, but how about sucking on it?" I questioned.

"I don't know, I really shouldn't do this," she said, but after
about a minute she tried a tentative lick on the head and it took
everything I had not to shoot off right there. I couldn't waste this
load without even getting inside her. Emily saw my reaction and was
somewhat emboldened. She began working the bulbous head and then the
whole shaft with her heavenly tongue. She then popped the head into her
mouth and began to bob  her head up and down on it. Soon she had moved
down my shaft about six inches before her gag-reflex kicked in. "Oh,
pooh," she commented as she pulled my cock out of her mouth, "I
wanted to take the entire thing in my mouth for you," she said with a
pouty expression on her face.

"Try it this way," I suggested as I maneuvered us into a '69'
position. With the curve of my dick just right for going down her
throat from this angle, she soon had her cute little nose nestled
against my balls. Meanwhile, I was eating her out from beneath to try
to really get her juices flowing. Emily was really close to getting me
off when I said "Try swallowing. Your throat muscles will really work
my rod over." Open to suggestion at this point she began swallowing
and I couldn't handle it any more. As I took her engorged clit
between my teeth and brought her off for the third time that night I
shot my wad down her convulsing throat. For a rookie she did a hell of
a job, swallowing probably two-thirds of my cum.

Emily collapsed after her orgasm and I rolled her over onto her back.
Her beautiful body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and she was
slick between the thighs. I had gone partially soft but seeing her in
that state got me hard again in no time. I crawled between her legs and
lifted the rolled up shirt off her chest and over her arms. She was
limp as  a rag-doll. When I slid down to give her a kiss and she felt
my rod against her pussy, that jolted her back to life.

"Oh, Mark this has been great but I don't really think I can go all
the waAAAUUUGGGHH!  OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!" she screamed as I forced
the large head of my cock just past the lips of her cunt. "You're
gonna tear me open! You're gonna split me in half with that thing!"
she moaned as I steadily pressed it further into her opening until I
felt her hymen tight against my cock head.

"This will only hurt for a minute now Em, " I stated as I pulled
back a little to prepare for the final assault.

"You mean this wasn't the painful paAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHH! OH GOD,
YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she wailed as a burst through her virgin
barrier and buried my rod about halfway into her exceedingly tight
channel.

I knew that the quicker I began to stroke her the quicker the pain
would be replaced by pleasure. I started thrusting in and out about
five inches at a time. It wasn't long before Emily's screams turned
into moans of pleasure and the grimace and tears on her face were
replaced by a blessed-out smile and pink glow.

I started thrusting faster and deeper and Emily began to thrust back at
me. We fell into a rhythm quickly; as if we'd been doing this
together for years. Soon I was about two-thirds of the way into her and
she was moaning and groaning some of the sexiest sounds I'd ever
heard a woman make.

I began thrusting almost all the way inside her soon. Emily was
writhing and thrusting below me; giving as good as she got. She had
begun to work her inner muscles over the length of my shaft at the peak
of every  in-thrust. I began pulling out at the end of every thrust and
then jamming myself back into her begging cavern.

Soon I felt myself reaching the point of no-return and sped my thrusts
up as much as possible then jammed myself inside of her balls-deep and
shot the most powerful load I can remember myself having. This set her
off and she wrapped her arms and legs around my torso and I felt every
muscle in her body spasm then ultimately go limp.

As I pulled my rod from her cum-oozing cunt I couldn't help but
think: All this and rent money too? This living arrangement was going
to work out okay.

THE END

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