The Girlfriend

Part 3

MATURE

I watched her from head to toe and couldn't stop the hard on I was slowly getting. Trying to remain cool and not frighten her off, I walk towards the kitchen and dump her clothes in the sink, giving them one last rinse. I call over my shoulder "I got most of the mud off your clothes, I'm going to let them dry on the kitchen chairs." I am about to extended them out when she takes the wet clothes from and pushes me into the direction of the shower.

Emily laughs and says "stop babying me and go shower."I chuckle and quickly walk into the restroom, strip off my clothes, and hop into the shower. I am both happy and shocked when I find there is still warm water. I hadn't realized how cold I was until the warmth from the water started seeping into my bones. I shower quickly anxious to get back to her. I was washing the last of the soap off when an image of her sitting on my bed pops into my thoughts.

I groan as my shaft instantly stands erect at the mere thought of her. Just thinking she is outside and potentially waiting for me gets my libido going and I can't help but start to stroke myself. I picture her naked, her back arching, her breast pressing into my chest, as I kiss the side of her neck and plunge deep inside of her. I bet she is freak in bed and I pray she likes it rough and quick like I do.

Unconsciously my strokes become faster and I find myself unable to stop. I envision her screaming my name in ecstasy and it pushes me over the edge. I used one hand to grip the shower, as my dick pulses hot wetness over my hand. I feel my knees buckle but manage to regain my balance. I quickly wash off again, hop out of the shower, and dry myself.

I curse when I realize that I forgot to grab my clothes before going in. I wrap a towel around my waist and head out. Emily is standing near the window peering out at the pitch black night. I don't realize what she is looking at until a flash of lightening makes the night as bright as day for a mere second. She takes a step back and lets the blinds go as she turns to face me.

Her mouth opens up wide and her eyes trace every inch of my body. I feel my blood start to warm and try the impossible to control my body. She gulps, obviously nervous. I curse when I realize I never asked her if it was okay to come here and now I have her half undressed, me naked, and trapped because of the storm.

I try a smile as I rush and grab some boxers and sweats and return to the restroom. Slipping them on quickly, I walk out to find Emily in the kitchen with the fridge open. As I approach, she bobs her head up from behind the door, smiles, and says "sorry for just raiding your fridge like this but I'm starving. West had promised me dinner but that didn't happen." Her smile grew bigger at the memory of West and his antics. I couldn't blame her for liking the guy, he was pretty cool.

Mustering some courage, I brush up close to her and reach around her grabbing two beers. Quickly and skillfully I pop the top on both and set them on the counter. With my back turned as I grab a loaf of a bread, I call out to her "Em, grab the ham and cheese. It's late and sandwiches will be the easiest." I get no reply but hear her shuffling around behind me.

She quickly takes over slathering mayo on several slice of bread and placing several layers of ham and cheese on each. This girl knows how to feed a man. She dumps the spoon in the sink and I return everything back to the fridge. We take our meal and sit at the table eating quietly and sipping our cold brews.

Between a mouthful she quietly adds "I like that you call me that."

Confused, I arch an eyebrow. She shrugs and says "Em. West insists on calling me Emily, no matter how many times I told him." I smile liking that she obviously wants things to be more personal and casual between us.

I retort back "I get it. My brother's name is Lucian and he hates it. He tells everyone his name is Luke."

She nods her head a couple of times indicating that she totally understands where he is coming from. We stop talking but continue to sit in companionable silence as we finish off our sandwiches. She suddenly gets up grabs her empty plate and mine; and dumps them in the sink. She moves on over back to the window where I had originally spotted her. She pulls the blinds to side again as she intently stares into the darkness.

I finish off the rest of my beer and make a grab for hers, planning on drinking the rest, and am surprised when I found it empty. Shrugging, I toss both bottles in the trash and walk up behind her. I cautiously wrap my arms around her, giving her the opportunity to walk away if she feels uncomfortable. Instead she leans back into me, seeking out my warmth. I reach over turning off the light switch so that when the lightening hits, it will appear much brighter.

The blinding light come seconds later followed by loud clap; she jumps and I hold onto her tighter. I realize she is afraid of the thunder. She begins to shiver in my arms and I feel my heart breaking. No one should be afraid of something that can't hurt them. I turn her around and she instantly burrows her head into my chest. I rest my cheek on her wet hair as I soothingly rub her back to calm her down. We stay like that for several minutes until she leans back and looks into my eyes.

I make no move as and just stare at her dark depth of eyes. I watch as she grips one of my arms tightly, reaches up on her tiptoes, and with her other hand pulls my head down to hers. Her soft lips touch mine. Her kiss isn't slow and sweet, it's demanding and powerful. I am instantly responding.

My heart begins beating as loudly as the thunder outside. I don't want to scare her and I don't want to rush this. But I would be lying to myself if I didn't admit this is how I wanted my night to end... with her.