Adventures In Television #10 – ISHFWILF

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Adventures In Television #10 – ISHFWILF

By voodoojoe

“So which one of your impossibly gorgeous girlfriends are you ignoring now?” Richie asked as I declined the phone call.

“All of them, but that was Emma,” I sighed, turning off my phone altogether as we entered the press junket for the movie Beautiful Creatures.

It had become an all too familiar pattern in the last month or so. Every time I talked to Selena all I could think of was the look on her face right after she’d seen my little sex tape with Christina Hendricks and been so shocked by the roughness and intensity of it that she’d pulled away from me when I’d touched her hand. The image of her looking at me like she was afraid of me had been burned into my brain.

So when I wasn’t in the mood for the self loathing that came with talking to her and having that image brought to the forefront of my brain I ignored her calls. But after a couple declined calls I’d wind up getting a wave of calls from Emma Stone and Dianna Agron trying to get me to talk to Selena.

Normally one of them would try to cheer me up and be supportive while the other one would berate me for being a dick by callously ignoring Selena. Which normally wouldn’t be so bad, except they liked to switch roles regularly so I never knew which one would be safe to talk to and which would wind up making me feel even worse about myself. So I learned to just ignore all three of them for a day or two until my mood improved enough to call Selena and start the cycle over.

“You know, you’re going to have to face the music sometime,” Richie said.

“I know, I know,” I said.

I’d been thinking about whether it was worth it to be friends with Selena any more. Even when we were halfway getting along any more it was still a little, or a lot, on the awkward side, probably due to the fact that for most of the time we’d known each other our relationship consisted mostly of her showing up when she was horny. Then just as we’d started to actually get to know each other on a more than purely superficial level everything had been ripped to shreds and without the sex it was just all kinds of fucked up and weird and I had no idea how I felt about any of it. Except that as things stood, it just wasn’t any fun at all, for anyone.

“And yet you’re not going to do it until you absolutely have to, are you?” Richie asked.

“Probably not,” I said, feeling like my brain was being put through a blender trying to figure things out.

“And I thought listening to my crotch got me into some jams,” Richie said, laughing.

“You’re coming over for dinner tomorrow, right?” Richie Tozier asked me as we started setting up our little booth so the stars could rotate through answering the same questions from dozens of different outlets.

“Say what now?” I asked.

“Oh, did I forget to ask earlier? Sorry. But Elisha’s been after me to invite you to dinner as a way to thank you for watching the house and stuff while we were on vacation,” Richie explained. “So you either come to dinner tomorrow or I’ll spend a few days in the doghouse, and I don’t like being in the doghouse.”

“I guess I can come,” I said.

“Good, and you might want to bring a date because if Elisha finds out you’re single she’ll want to set you up with one of her friends. And trust me, it won’t be Camilla Belle,” Richie said, clapping me on the back.

“Anything for Elisha,” I said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, amazing how that tends to work out, isn’t it?” Richie asked, grinning. “Anyway, we’ve got some time before this thing starts if you want to come with me to see a friend.”

“Is this a real friend, or like that time you promised to introduce me to Jessica Alba if I washed your car?” I asked, skeptical.

“Oh yeah, you’ll have to remind me about that when she’s doing press for Sin City 2 in a few months,” Richie said, grinning as he led me through a throng of press that was milling around waiting for the event to start. “But no, this is a real friend.”

“Is it Emmy Rossum?” I asked. I was pretty sure he knew her personally from some comments he’d made about here or there, but mostly I just hoped it was her because I really wanted to meet her.

“Oh, you’d rather meet Emmy than Viola Davis?” Richie deadpanned just enough to make me wonder for a second if he was being serious.

“Umm, yeah,” I said with a chuckle.

“Then knock on the door and have fun,” Richie said, nodding his head towards a nondescript door.

“You’re fucking with me again, aren’t you?” I asked him, lifting my hand to knock nonetheless.

“I guess we’ll find out in a second, won’t we?” Richie asked, even as the door swung open to reveal a stunning woman with long curly hair.

“Richie,” Emmy Rossum said, reaching out to give Richie a warm hug. “I was hoping you’d be here.”

“Always wonderful to see you, Emmy,” Richie said, returning the hug. “And I’d like you to meet Dan. He’s kinda like my protege, if you will. Though I’m still not sure what exactly he’s learning from me other than Blue Oyster Cult lyrics.”

“Uh oh, I don’t know if the world can handle another one like you,” Emmy told Richie before turning to regard me. “Yep, just as I feared. You’ve got that cute and innocent look with an undercurrent of danger that women find so intoxicating. If you open your mouth and start talking about how underrated some 70s classic rock band is then I’m not sure I’d be able to tell the difference between the two of you.”

“You know, Deep Purple doesn’t get nearly the credit that they deserve,” I said, making Emmy laugh out loud.

“He’s definitely one of yours,” Emmy said to Richie. “If he was a few years younger I’d wonder if he was your long lost love child or something.”

“Yeah, I already had the DNA tests run just to make sure,” Richie deadpanned. “Boy was I relieved when I didn’t have to break the news to Elisha about the new member of our family.”

“I have to go finish getting ready, but you guys should drop by after and we can talk some more,” Emmy suggested.

“My afternoon is pretty packed after this, but feel free to borrow Dan here,” Richie said. “Just be careful with him, he’s fragile.”

“I bet,” Emmy said, making a show of looking me up and down.

“If he’s not fragile, then why does he complain whenever I make him do my laundry?” Richie asked.

“Probably because you’re making him do your laundry,” Emma responded with a smile.

“Elisha won’t do it any more, so somebody has to,” Richie joked.

“If I were you, I’d be asking for a raise,” Emmy told me.

“Well, we’ll let you go, but if you need someone to do your laundry, Dan is almost competent at it,” Richie said, giving Emmy a hug.

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Emmy said turning to face me with open arms. “Come on, any friend of Richie’s is worth a hug.”

“Deserves a hug is more like it,” Richie said as Emmy gave me a hug.

+ * + * +

“You’re not calling to yell at me too, are you?” I asked as I answered my phone as it rang pretty much the moment I’d turned it back on after the junket.

“Yell about what?” Taylor Swift asked from the other end.

“Nothing,” I said. I wasn’t sure whether she really didn’t know about the drama or if she was just making sure to stay as far out of it as possible. Either way though, I was thankful for it because I had enough problems without Taylor piling on.

“Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I’m doing a concert next month as a kind of warm up for the tour,” Taylor said, still not betraying whether she knew or not.

“Sounds like a good idea,” I said, not sure why she was telling me.

“Well I was thinking maybe you could cover it for your show,” Taylor said. “My manager thinks it’d be a good idea to generate some press for the tour and I immediately thought of you.”

“Call the producers and run it by them, but I’m sure Linda would rubber stamp it,” I said, mentioning the show runner with final say on pretty much everything involved in the show. “After all, everyone wants to be in the Taylor Swift business.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow, but I’m only doing it if you handle it,” Taylor said.

“You’re a big enough star that they’ll accommodate any demands you make, but there are lots of people around here that could handle something like that,” I assured her.

“Maybe, but only one of them I trust enough to do it,” Taylor said.

“Obviously you don’t pay enough attention to me because I’m not sure I’d trust myself to remember to feed your cat,” I said.

“I said I’d trust you with filming stuff backstage, not that I’d trust you with my cat,” Taylor said, laughing. “You really have to prove yourself before you get that kind of trust.”

“I see, so you’d rather I torpedo your career than spend an afternoon looking after Meredith,” I said, using the name of her cat.

“Exactly, so be sure to keep your calendar open next month for when I get everything finalized,” Taylor giggled.

“When you set a date I’ll mark it down,” I said.

“Oh, and you really should call her,” Taylor said, hanging up before I could comment.

“I knew you were setting me up for something,” I muttered to myself before stuffing my phone back in my pocket.

+ * + * +

“So, how long have you worked with Richie?” Emmy asked me as we hung out after the press junket.

“Year and a half or thereabouts,” I said. “Though most of that was as an intern doing little more than fetching coffee.”

“I used to have the biggest crush on him,” Emmy said. “I guess I still do to a certain extent. But he was almost intimidatingly sexy back when I was eighteen. And on top of that he was, and still is, such an incredibly nice guy. Sometimes I really envy Elisha. Anyway, you must have a girlfriend, don’t you?”

“No, unfortunately the girls I like seem to want to stick me in the friend zone,” I sighed.

“Really? I would’ve thought girls would be busting down your door,” Emmy said, shaking her head.

“I didn’t say that,” I said with a grin. “I’m not exactly boyfriend material, I guess. They just seem to either decide I’m better as a friend or it doesn’t last very long.”

“Friends are hard to come by,” Emmy agreed. “But if you really like a girl, go for it. Worst that can happen is she says no, but if she’s a good enough friend she’ll do it nicely and you can stay friends.”

“She’s made it pretty clear it’s not going to happen,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. And she was dead wrong about a woman saying no being the worst thing that could happen, but I didn’t bother to point that out to her.

“Then I don’t know what to tell you,” Emmy said. “Except that she must be an idiot because you’re obviously a great guy. If it were me, I’d be all over you in a heartbeat.”

“Don’t suppose you’d like to call her and tell her that, would you?” I asked.

“No, but I am getting hungry so how about I buy you dinner?” Emmy countered.

“Fine, but just because you buy me dinner doesn’t mean I’m going to put out,”  I joked.

“Yep, you’re Richie’s alright,” Emmy groaned, rolling her eyes.

+ * + * +

“You sure I can’t pay for part of dinner?” I asked Emmy as we headed for the parking lot.

“I said I’d pay, so no, you can’t,” Emmy insisted.

“Then let me buy you a drink, or something for dessert or something,” I suggested, my macho side demanding I even the score at least a little.

“You’re going to keep bugging me until I give in, aren’t you?” Emmy asked with a smile.

“Or until you get into your car and drive away,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“It looks like there’s a bar a couple doors down, I guess I can let you buy me a glass of wine or something,” Emmy sighed theatrically.

“Then let us go get drunk because it’s going to take quite a few drinks to make up for that dinner,” I said with a grin.

“Fine, but just because you get me drunk doesn’t mean I’m going to put out,” Emmy said, throwing my joke back at me.

“A woman with a sense of humor is always a plus,” I said, nodding my head as I followed Emmy to the bar.

+ * + * +

“You know, I didn’t really mean you should get me drunk,” Emmy said, slurring her words slightly as we finally emerged from the humble tavern from which we’d been ensconced for a couple hours.

It had started innocently enough with a little drink for each of us. But then I’d spotted one of those little shuffleboard tables and had to play it. Next thing I knew our competitive juices were flowing and we were a couple games and a few drinks into it.

“There’s our ride,” I said, steering her towards the car that had pulled up in front of the building. We were clearly in no shape to drive so the bartender had called us a cab.

“But at least I won the thing, which makes me awesome and you not awesome,” Emmy said, giggling as I put a hand on the top of her head and pushed her into the cab.

“Only because I let you win,” I said, waving off her gloating.

“No you didn’t, I won fair and square,” Emmy said.

“Whatever you say,” I said, knowing that if she was really as competitive as she seemed then it would bug the hell of her to have her victory called into question.

“I did,” Emmy said, slapping my arm.

“Uh huh,” I said, nodding condescendingly.

“I did,” Emmy repeated, this time crossing her arms and pouting.

“I’m not nearly drunk enough to fall for some fake pouting,” I told her, even though it was kinda working.

“Then tell me about this girl that has you all atwitter,” Emmy said.

“Fine, I didn’t let you win,” I said, figuring I’d rather admit that than accept her change of topics.

“Ha, I knew it,” Emmy said, poking me in the chest as she taunted me.

“You might not want to do that,” I said, looking down at her finger as she jabbed me with it.

“Or what?” Emmy challenged me, grinning.

“Or this,” I said, reaching out and grabbing hold of her.

Her reactions were more than a little slowed by the wine she’d been drinking and I’d pulled her onto my lap and was kissing her before she even knew what was happening. At first Emmy’s body went stiff in shock but then as if making up her mind she loosened up and pressed herself against me.

“We’re here,” the driver said as the cab stopped.

Breaking the kiss to look out the window I didn’t recognize the place so I figured it must have been Emmy’s house. Shrugging my shoulders at the timing I let Emmy open the car door and slide out. Before I could shut the door though she’d grabbed my hand and started pulling.

“Coming?” Emmy asked, somehow finding enough strength despite her buzz to have me pulled halfway out of the car before I could answer.

Normally I would’ve passed on account of her being drunk, or at least buzzed enough to make it a little questionable. But I wasn’t exactly completely sober myself. On top of that I wasn’t really in the best state of mind when it came to doing the right thing either. So rather than going home I found myself digging into my pocket for money to pay the driver before letting myself be dragged out of the cab.

+ * + * +

“Bedroom,” Emmy said, pointing me in the right direction as I carried her through her house.

“And you said getting you drunk wouldn’t get you to put out,” I grunted as I entered her bedroom.

“No, I said it didn’t automatically mean I would,” Emmy pointed out as I set her down on the bed. “I never said you didn’t already have a shot at it.”

“Then I guess I should make sure I don’t let you down,” I said, running my hands up her legs until they slid under the hem of her knee length skirt.

“That would be nice,” Emmy said, nodding her head.

Grabbing the waistband of her panties I tugged them down over her ass. As I pulled her underwear down her legs my eyes locked onto the spot between her legs where there was a small triangular patch of well-trimmed dark hair. When I pulled her panties past her feet she spread her legs slightly and gave me a better view of her treasure.

As much as I liked eating pussy and making women come with my tongue, I tended to reserve it for the ones that might stick around more than a night or two. I decided to make an exception for Emmy even though it was pretty clear that this was a one time thing.

Moving up the bed I settled on my stomach between her legs. Reaching out I grabbed hold of her thighs and held them open as I leaned my head in. I could smell her scent and knew that she was already excited, but that didn’t stop me from sticking my tongue out and lazily dragging it along the length of her slit.

“Oooh,” Emmy moaned as I started slowly.

Reversing course I trailed it back down between her labia until I reached her hole and then back up to her clit. When my tongue flicked against her clit Emmy moaned and her hips bucked slightly against my face. Grinning at her reaction I purposely went back to licking her labia and leaving her clit completely unattended.

“Uhh,” Emmy grunted, squirming as I avoided her sensitive little nub.

After a couple minutes of purposely ignoring her clit in favor of pretty much every other part of her pussy I finally let my tongue lightly brush against it. Normally it wouldn’t have been much but she’d gotten so desperate for any kind of attention that she grabbed a handful of hair and damn near scalped me as her hips jerked.

I followed that up by practically attacking her clit. I let my tongue alternate between lingering licks and quick lashes that left Emmy gasping. Using my fingers I parted the hood around her clit and exposed it to the air so I could get even more up close and personal with it.

“Oh fuck,” Emmy moaned, humping her hips against my face.

Sensing that she was climbing towards her climax just a little too fast I eased back from her clit. She groaned in protest but when I moved down to let my tongue play at the entrance of her snatch she stopped complaining. Then when I eased a finger into her pussy her moans returned almost as loud as when I’d been focusing on her nub.

“Uhh, yeah,” Emmy grunted, using her grip on my hair to direct my tongue to where she wanted it, namely on her clit.

Wrapping my lips around her button I let my tongue caress it as I sucked on it. The combination of the attention on her clit and the finger sawing in and out of her pussy must have been just right for Emmy because in no time she was squealing through her first orgasm.

My luck with the ladies hadn’t exactly been the best the last few weeks and I was feeling the need to prove myself a bit. The dry spell was partly just not having much luck and partly because I just wasn’t quite feeling up  to the chase. In other words, the women weren’t throwing themselves at me and I wasn’t really throwing myself at them, which is a bad combination when it comes to getting laid.

So rather than stop I kept right on going. As Emmy went through her first orgasm I slowly worked two fingers in and out of her. When she started to come down from her peak I brought my tongue back into play by flicking against her sensitive clit.

“Ohhh fuck,” Emmy gasped, a spasm shooting through her.

Lashing her clit with my tongue I changed up the pattern with a couple short flicks followed by a few longer ones and back and forth. It was like I was sending a message with Morse code through her clit. It was just enough to keep her off balance as she bucked her hips against me.

“Uhhh, so fucking close,” Emmy hissed, clamping her thighs against my ears.

I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to ease off a little bit to tease her or to keep going full bore and push her over the edge as quickly as possible. It really wasn’t up to me though because Emmy tightened her grip on my hair and pulled me against her pussy so hard it almost felt like she was trying to stuff my whole head up inside her.

So with the possibility of retreat cut off I decided to attack. Still sliding to fingers in and out of her I changed the angle enough to bump against her g-spot on each inward thrust. Hearing her gasp and feeling her body start to shake I went in for the kill and thrust my fingers in deep so I could rub her g-spot with more vigor.

“Oh god, I’m coming again,” Emmy announced, thrashing around and jerking my head around between her legs enough to make me more than a little worried that I’d need a neck brace in the morning.

As she went through her second orgasm I eased up a bit but didn’t stop. Even as she started to come down I kept going, trying to wring as much pleasure from her as I could. But she was a little too sensitive and she started to squirm uncomfortably under me.

“Oh fuck, oh stop, stop,” Emmy gasped, putting a hand on my forehead and trying to push as she tried to pull away.

As much as I would’ve loved to keep playing with her, once a girl says ‘stop’ or ‘no’ you stop. Even if it’s because you’ve been so good that she needs a break to keep from going out of her mind. Or at least competent enough to get a rise out of a woman in need of one.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Emmy asked, grabbing my shirt as I started to slide off the bed.

“You told me to stop,” I said, grinning at her. “In fact, you were pretty adamant about it.”

“Well, I at least got mine, so if you want to leave, go ahead,” Emmy said, calling my bluff. “But if you want to stick around, I’m sure I could find something for you to do.”

“Does it involve returning the favor?” I asked.

“I tell you what, if you can get all your clothes off before me, I’ll do whatever you want,” Emmy suggested. “But if I get naked first we do whatever I want.”

She’d already removed her shoes and I’d taken off her panties, so she had just her skirt, blouse and bra on. I, on the other hand, was still fully dressed and had absolutely no chance of winning. But I was pretty sure I was going to get laid no matter what, so I didn’t really care one way or the other.

As I worked to get undressed Emmy seemed content to mostly watch. As I kicked off my shoes I undid a couple buttons on my shirt so I could it off over my head. When I reached for my belt Emmy slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off. While I stepped out of my pants Emmy slipped out of her skirt.

Smirking at me Emmy slowly reached behind her to unhook her bra as I bent down to pull my socks off. By the time I stood up to push my boxers down Emmy already had the straps down her arms and holding the cups against her breasts. Resigning myself to my fate I shrugged my shoulders and slowly pushed my boxers down as she peeled her bra away and dropped it to the ground.

“Looks like I win,” Emmy said. And the way she was eyeballing my erect cock I couldn’t be sure whether she was talking about the contest or not.

“I guess I’m at your mercy then,” I observed.

“Yes, you are,” Emmy said, taking me by surprise by grabbing me and throwing me down on the bed.

Grinning down at me Emmy threw a leg over me to straddle my waist. With my cock trapped between us she slowly moved her hips back and forth, dragging her pussy along the underside as if to allow to tease me with her wetness.

“Do I need to go slow or are you good for a while?” Emmy asked as she slid a hand down to grab my cock.

“You’re in charge, do whatever you want, within reason of course,” I reminded her she lined my cock up with her entrance. “Go as fast and hard as you want, I’ll keep up.”

“Cocky, I like it,” Emmy said, her grin growing even more as she lowered herself just enough to let the head my cock slide into her.

After pausing a moment with just the head inside her Emmy finally continued to lower herself onto me. Grabbing hold of her hips I held her still a moment as I adjusted to the sudden tightness. When I was sure I wasn’t going to blow my load immediately I moved my hands to her upper thighs and let her carry on.

With my unspoken approval, not that she really needed it begin with, Emmy put her hands on my chest and slowly lifted herself until barely more than the head of my cock was still inside her. Pausing for a beat she dropped down, taking me into her snatch to the root in the blink of an eye and causing both of us to groan at the suddenness.

Remembering my comment about being able to take whatever she dished out Emmy immediately lifted back up. As she slammed back down onto my cock I moved my hands around to grab hold of her ass. Cupping a cheek in each hand I helped lift her up.

“Uhh, yeah,” Emmy grunted as I held her in place and lifted my hips to drive my cock up into her.

After giving Emmy a couple more hard thrusts I settled back onto the bed and let her control the action once more. I continued to thrust up into her, but more to meet her own thrusts than to deliver my own. But every so often I pushed a little harder just to hear her gasp and moan as I did it without warning.

As Emmy continued to bounce on top me I slid my hands up her body. I caressed her taut stomach on my way up before finally settling on her breasts. They weren’t huge by any means, but they really fit her frame and felt really good in my hands.

“Fuck,” Emmy hissed as I pinched her nipples between my fingers. I didn’t go overboard or twist them like I was tuning a radio or anything, just gave them enough to add a little stimulation.

“You want to come, don’t you?” I asked her as her thrusts became faster and more insistent.

“Oh yeah,” Emmy responded, her eyes closed as if trying to focus on the pleasure building inside her.

Deciding it was time to take over, I slipped an arm around her back and held her in place as I rolled over. Emmy gasped and her eyes flew open at the unexpected move but when I straightened my arms and pushed myself up so I could thrust into her she hooked her legs around my waist and lifted her hips to meet my strokes.

I’d had just enough to drink to dampen the nerve endings a bit, which helped keep me from feeling like I was going to blow any time soon, but I hadn’t had enough to affect my brain much. So I was still able to process her reactions to changes in pace or angle of penetration.

As a result I quickly zeroed in on the right tempo and in no time my powerful thrusts were pushing Emmy towards the edge. Leaning down I put my mouth right next to her ear and started whispering dirty thoughts to her and it seemed to work as her breathing got even shallower.

“Oh fuck, ohhh,” Emmy moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as she was pushed right to the precipice.

Shortening my strokes I upped the pace, fucking into her as hard as I could. Sweat was starting to bead on my face from the exertion and a drop fell from my forehead. Whether pure coincidence or if it was just the last little bit she needed, the moment it hit Emmy’s skin it finally set her off.

“Oh god, ohhh fuck meee,” Emmy screamed, her pussy clamping down on me as she reached her climax.

For my part I was still a bit away from coming so I kept right on pounding away. I had to slow down a bit due to the added constriction from her orgasm, but I was still going at a solid clip when her orgasm wound down and she relaxed underneath me.

“Still?” Emmy asked with a satisfied smile as she realized I hadn’t come yet and was still fucking her.

“I’m surprising even myself tonight,” I hissed through clenched teeth as I slowed down to a more moderate pace.

“Don’t slow down on my account,” Emmy groaned, hooking her legs back around my waist and using her heels to pull me into her.

Grinning at her eagerness I went back to changing up my pace as I went. She seemed to prefer the faster, slightly rougher strokes but I didn’t want it to get boring or predictable so every so often I switched it up to keep her guessing.

“If you want to get that girl you’re into, do this to her,” Emmy hissed as she slowly built her way back towards another peak.

“Already have,” I grunted as I finally felt myself starting to near my orgasm.

“And she still said no?” Emmy moaned, raising her hips to meet my powerful thrusts.

“I’m almost there,” I warned her as I started to feel my balls pull up close to my body.

“Almost,” Emmy gasped, trying to get to her climax as well.

Gritting my teeth I tried to think of anything and everything that might delay the inevitable. I tried thinking about baseball, and then when that didn’t quite work I thought about getting hit in the crotch with a bat. That seemed to do the trick for a moment or two, but it was just enough as I felt Emmy start to stiffen underneath me.

“Oh god, make me fucking come again,” Emmy screamed.

“Should I pull out?” I asked her, clenching my jaw so tightly I was afraid I’d crack some teeth.

“No, I want you to come inside me,” Emmy demanded.

With her permission I slammed into her one final time. My lips curled back to show my clenched teeth as I let go, pumping her full of my jizz. As the first spurt erupted inside her it pushed her over the edge with a strangled cry of ecstasy.

“If she said no after something like that, then I don’t know what to tell you,” Emmy panted as I rolled off of her. “She your age?”

“Roughly,” I said. “Little younger.”

“God, I’m old enough to know the difference between love and a crush from great sex and even I kinda want to keep you around after that. I can’t even begin to imagine how she wouldn’t want you around if she’s your age or younger,” Emmy sighed. “In fact, I’m going to have to kick you out here pretty soon because if I don’t, I’m going to have to make you give me an encore performance.”

“Give me a few minutes and we’ll talk,” I told her.

“Oh for the love of-,” Emmy said before stopping herself. “You really have to go or neither of us is going to get any sleep. If you stay here I’ll spend all night letting you do anything you want to me and I have to get up halfway early in the morning.”

“Too bad, because I wouldn’t mind spending the whole night doing all sorts of unspeakable things to you,” I said, grinning as I slid out of bed.

“It’s been way too long since I’ve been with a younger man, and even longer since I had one that knew that what he was doing,” Emmy said, looking almost regretful as I started to get dressed.

“If you get the urge for that encore, you know how to get hold of me,” I told her, letting her know I wouldn’t mind more but not wanting to put any pressure on her.

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Emmy said, looking like she actually might as I left the room.

+ * + * +

As I headed down the stairs I pulled out my phone to call a cab. I’d left my car at the bar and since Emmy had made it clear I wasn’t staying with her I needed a lift home. So after calling a cab I headed outside to wait.

When I got home I headed to the bathroom. Stripping down I hopped into the shower to rinse off the day. Between the sex and alcohol I was feeling rather dirty and knew I wouldn’t feel comfortable unless I rid myself of some of the grime before crawling into bed.

+ * + * +

Hearing my bedroom door open I opened my eyes. I lifted my head from my pillow just in time to see Selena quietly trying to close the door behind her.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, still half asleep. Of all the people to sneak into my room in the middle of the night at this point in time, Selena probably would’ve been one of the last names to be guessed.

“I swear I didn’t mean to pull away from you like that. I’d just never seen anything remotely like that from you and it freaked me out a bit,” Selena said, her voice rich with emotion. “But I’ve had a really bad day and didn’t want to be alone and I really need my friend right now.”

“Come on,” I said, pulling back the blankets for her. She was clearly on the verge of tears and even the ex-girlfriends that hate my guts would grudgingly admit that I’ve never been able to turn my back on a damsel in distress.

“Thanks,” Selena said as I dropped my head back onto my pillow.

“We can talk about it tomorrow if you want,” I offered as I closed my eyes and listened to Selena shedding clothes.

I knew the day of reckoning was not only near, it had pretty much arrived. Selena and I needed to have the nice talk we should’ve had weeks ago and decide whether things could be salvaged or if they were broken beyond all repair. But that could wait until morning when both of us were clear headed after a decent night’s sleep.

“Okay, sure,” Selena said, finally slipping into bed next to me.

Pulling the covers over herself she shifted around in the bed trying to get comfortable. Feeling her scoot back against me I instinctively rolled onto my side and draped an arm over her. She must have grabbed one of my t-shirts to sleep in because I felt the familiar fabric under my fingers as I pulled her warm soft body even tighter against me so she’d settle down and allow me to drift off to sleep again.

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