EMMA DAMIAN 20

D A M I A N

As soon as I removed my lips from hers, Emma took in a loud gasp of breath.

The overhead light was dim, throwing a warm, ethereal glow on her beautiful face. Her eyes were wide open, her chest rising and falling as her breathing became more intense.

She was surprised and unable to talk, which was part of the plan. I wanted to catch her off guard, to give her something she didn't expect.

"What's going on here? " she inquired, her eyes searching for clues as she took a step back.

"I believe you understand what's going on here."

I closed the gap between us by putting my hands on her hips and pushing her in closer. Her breasts smacked into my stomach, the sensation of them pressing against me conjuring up images of her on top, those exquisite tits bouncing up and down as she rode me.

Emma frightened me in some way. I couldn't keep myself together with her. She treated me like a fucking animal. She also made me want to be gentle with her. I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head up. She blinked carefully, waiting for me to make a move.

My lips touched hers again, and instead of Emma standing there frozen as a statue, she kissed me back. Her mouth opened slightly, enough for my tongue to glide over her lips, her sweet taste flooding my senses.

I kept one hand on the small of her back, the other higher, my fingers weaved through her silky hair. She did the same, reaching around me and putting her hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. We kissed, our hands drifting here and there over one another’s bodies. Through the door I could hear the muffled sounds of the hospital – staff chatting in the hallway, carts moving past, announcements sounding over the PA. It reminded me that what we were doing was dangerous. It was wrong.

But that only made it hotter.

I moved one hand up her shirt, over the flat plane of her stomach, her skin warm and soft. The kissing intensified, became more passionate. We were reaching the point of no return, the line where if we crossed it, I’d be inside her in the middle of the hospital.

I reached the border of her bra, inching my fingers under it and teasing the ripe flesh of her breast. The sensation of my touch on this sensitive skin caused her to gasp sharply. My other hand fell to the back of her thigh. I swooped her off the ground, wrapping her leg around my waist and pressing my steel-stiff cock against her pussy through her jeans.

Standing straight, I took my lips from hers and stared into her eyes, watching the pleasure build and build on her heavenly features. She bit her lower lip, her eyes closed in a tight wince as I grinded against her.

I wanted more. Knowing her perfect pussy, wet and ready, was so close to my cock drove me wild, made me want her more than I already did. My hand went to her ass, squeezing it firmly before I freed both hands to open the front of her jeans.

“What the hell are we doing?” she moaned, throwing her head back as she traced the outline of my cock with her fingertips. “This is…fucking insane.”

I didn’t respond, instead glancing around us. The closet was cramped, barely big enough for the two of us – more intended for someone to open and reach in to take out what they needed rather than step inside. The steel shelf behind her was packed with cleaning supplies, a mop leaned against the corner. An astringent, chemical smell laced through the air.

I shook my head, turning my attention back to the gorgeous, horny-as-hell woman in front of me. My fingers worked on their own, undoing the button of her jeans and taking down the zipper enough to expose a tringle of the black panties she wore underneath.

She arched her back, her hair cascading down like a waterfall. I inched her panties down a bit, exposing the top of the neatly trimmed hair above her pussy. The sight of her before me like that should’ve pushed me over the edge, turned me into a fucking werewolf, but the opposite happened.

I backed off. I took one last breath, then removed my hands from her body. Emma stayed still for a moment, as if she wasn’t sure what was happening. Then she titled her head down and opened her eyes, an expression of surprise on her face.

“You…you alright?” she asked.

Her standing there in confusion, rather than arousal, snapped our surroundings into perfect clarity. We were in a fucking supply closet, musty and dingy and no place for a hook-up – especially with a woman like her.

It was strange. I’d screwed in some strange placed in my day but being with Emma made the idea of a clandestine hook-up like that seem…degrading.

“I’m fine,” I said. I waved my hand around me. “This isn’t working for me.”

“What isn’t?” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute – did you seriously pull me into a supply closet to fuck me, and now after teasing me to the brink of insanity you’re saying you’re just not into it?”

“No-no-no,” I tried to assure her. “I don’t like the idea of having sex in a closet.”

“Well, that sounds like something you should’ve thought about before pulling me into a closet to have sex,” she seethed.

“How about this – we book it out of here, head back to my place, and finish what we’ve started.”

Emma glanced down and to the side, and for a moment she appeared to seriously consider the idea. She bit her lip indecisively, and I could almost see the gears of her head turning. Though she seemed to be thinking it over, I knew what was happening was finished. The spell had been broken, and Emma rapidly came to her senses.

She shook her head, confirming my thinking. “No. I…don’t want to.”

All sorts of arguments popped into my heads, angles to try to get her to change her mind. Instead of anything brilliant, however, all that came out of my mouth were questions.

“What? Why not?”

She put her hands on her hips. “Because, Damian, we’re inside a supply closet while my best friend is giving birth a hundred feet away in another room.”

“There’s more to it than that,” I countered. “Otherwise we’d be flying out of here trying to get back to my place.”

She sighed, as if she knew I had a good point but had been hoping not to have to get into it. “Listen…”

For a moment, I was certain Emma was going to lay into me, tell me I was a jerk, a user, a guy incapable of not thinking with his dick. But she didn’t. Instead, an expression of vulnerability crossed her lovely features.

“I can’t sleep with you again. In Bora I got caught up, you know. I guess the city has a magic like that. But it can’t happen again.”

“Why not?”

“I know this might sound silly, but it took me a lot to accept what I’m going to say,” she said, a tinge of sadness in her tone. “What you did to me all those years ago, Damian? It hurt. It really fucking hurt. You were the first man I’d ever fallen in love with.” She scoffed, shaking her head as if in disbelief. “God, I feel like such a dumbass saying it now, but part of me thought back then that you and I might be something, you know? That we might graduate from high school and get married, start a family and build a life together.”

She snorted, as if looking back on the naïve girl she was with total disdain.

“Can’t believe I ever thought that – especially about a man like you.” She raised her finger, the words combined with the way she glared at me…she might as well have put an icepick through my heart.

“What you did hurt like hell. I wanted to believe it wouldn’t last, that the pain you gave me was temporary. But it’s not. And every time you put your lips on mine it comes back. My heart never recovered from the damage you caused. And this is the last time I ever put myself in a position of letting you do it again.”

She put her hand on the doorknob and glanced at me. “Goodbye, Damian.” She pulled open the door, the cramped space filling for a moment with bright, hospital lighting. Then it shut.

I was alone in a fucking hospital supply closet with a guilty heart and an erection I could’ve smashed my way through the door with.

She was right. What’s more, Emma wasn’t a woman to open herself up like that, to expose her vulnerability so starkly. It must’ve taken a hell of a lot for her to have shared what she had.

What the hell was I supposed to do? There had to be a way to fix what I’d done, to undo the damage. Because I wasn’t about to simply let what had happened stand. I had to find the right thing to say to make her forgive me.

Either way, it was time to leave. I reached down and pinched my thigh – old trick for getting rid of an unwanted boner – and when my cock was no longer on the verge of ripping through my jeans, I opened the door and stepped out.

A nearby nurse regarded me with a curious expression, and I didn’t need to ask to know what question was on his mind.

“I swear,” I said, shaking my head in mock-disbelief. “You guys really ought to label these bathrooms better. I about took a leak in a mop bucket.”

“The words supply closet didn’t tip you off?” he asked, an eyebrow cocked.

“You know how it gets when you gotta go. Speaking of which…”

“Down the hall, near the waiting room.”

“Thanks – you’re a real lifesaver.”

He regarded me skeptically, as if knowing without a doubt something shady. He shook his head and walked away.

I didn’t need to go to the bathroom, but it was in the direction of the waiting room where Emma might be, and I wanted to see if I could catch up with her before she left. But she was gone. I stood in the waiting room for a time, glancing around as if I might catch sight of her hiding from me behind a trashcan or some such. But aside from the front desk nurse I’d spoken to, who smiled broadly as I looked in her direction, there wasn’t a familiar face to be found.

Not knowing what else to do, I turned and headed to the cafeteria. I grabbed a turkey sandwich, some chips, and a cup of coffee, taking it all and sitting by the window. The view looked out onto the distance, the sky slate grey and swirls of clouds forming around the mountain peaks.

I picked at my food, thinking about what I could say to Emma to get her to forgive me. Then it hit as surely as a brick to the temple – I had to tell her the truth about Marian. Emma had asked about her, but I’d curtly blown off the subject. Selfishly, I hadn’t wanted to discuss something that had caused me so much pain, and I felt stupid for not understanding sooner that she needed the truth.

It would’ve been one thing if I’d simply broken up with her, told Emma that I was going off to college and didn’t know if a long-distance relationship was possible. But I’d left her for not just another woman, but a woman who’d gone out of her way to make life a living hell for Emma in high school. And the worst part? She heard about it all second-hand.

One day she was convinced she and I would be together forever; the next she found out that I’d knocked up her worst enemy and was ditching her to marry that woman.

It was fucked up, what I’d done. There was nothing else I could do. I’d have to tell her about Marian, lay it all out for her. Once the truth was in front of her, she could decide to do with it whatever she wanted.

I was confident in my decision – determined, even, but at the core of it was a fear I couldn’t shake.

What if there was no fixing it? What if the damage had been done, and all I could do was deal with the consequences? What if I was doomed to pay for a mistake I’d made years ago?

What if Emma was lost for good?