Take it Easy - Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque - Sex Stories

Take it Easy - Chapter 7: Gatsby-esque

... underwear." "Is it really?" I asked, looking down at my shorts. "Now that you mention it..." I noticed the substantial tent in my shorts; my cock was at half-mast. "Did I do that?" Emily asked innocently, rubbing my erection with one hand while maintaining eye contact. I chose not to mention the real reason for my arousal. "You might've;" I grinned, "I really like that sweater." "Do you?" She asked. "It's so soft; I love how it feels on my skin. That's why I didn't wear a bra." With that, she pulled the hem of her sweater up and gave me a glimpse of her beautiful bronzed breasts. Before she could even let her sweater back down, I wrapped her tightly in my arms and kissed her. As usual, our lips felt like they were made to match. One thing that never failed to amaze was the fact that, despite just having eaten a three-course meal, Emily still had her trademark spicy-citrus breath. Our tongues danced the "tonsil tango", as I am fond of calling it, and I massaged Emily's jeaned thigh with one hand. Thankfully, Emily had the foresight to hurriedly pull her shirt down, in case her mom came back suddenly. As if it were scripted, Alice re-entered the room at that very moment. "Am I interrupting something?" She asked, one hand on her hip and the other clutching two buckets of popcorn. Emily and I broke apart with a very-unsexy squelching smack. We looked at each other and Emily broke into giggles. "I was... We were..." I stuttered, unsure how to avoid embarassment. It seemed ...

... inevitable. "Uh huh." Alice said, handing us the larger popcorn bucket and lighting gracefully on her couch once more. Emily laughed at my helplessness and snuggled back up against me to watch the movie. We finished the movie in silence, save for the many occasions of laughter. If you haven't seen "Airplane!", I really recommend it, especially if you like oddball humor delivered by perfectly deadpan actors. After the movie ended, Alice excused herself, saying that it had been a long day. Emily and I waited for about thirty seconds after Alice left the room before picking up our kiss where we had left off. We made out with a furious intensity, as if it were our last day on Earth. She rolled on top of me and pinned my hands down with her arms, giving me one of her gorgeously mischievous smiles. "Where do you wanna do it this time?" She prompted. "Mm..." I kissed her neck, right near her collarbone, "somewhere risky." "Ahh..." she sighed in ecstasy, "how does the kitchen sound?" "Perfect." I confirmed, lifting her off of the couch to carry her to the kitchen. I had to break off the kiss so I could see where I was going, but Emily kept kissing at my neck and jaw. "How come when you kiss my neck, my knees get weak, but when I kiss yours, nothing happens?!" She cried indignantly. "We men are simple creatures." "Humph." She frowned. I responded by pausing my steady march to the kitchen and kissing her neck again, this time adding in some gentle sucking and biting. Emily gasped. "Fuck it, ...