Fishing Trip

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is not based on, or inspired by, any real world events or any actual people. All characters are invented and envisaged by the author as being at least 18 years old and engaged in only consensual activities.

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PART OF EMILY’S EROTIC ADVENTURES

A series of novelettes featuring Emily and her various partners. You can read more about our heroine in “Emily’s Shorts”, a collection of shorter stories or single scenes.

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PART I – AMY

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Call me Emily. That may or may not be my real name. Today, I’m a normal, well-adjusted girl in my mid-twenties. One who loves her Daddy very much, including his big, hard cock. Daddy relieved me of my virginity a few days after my eighteenth birthday. I wrote a story about it, which you might consider reading. We are still lovers today, but this is another tale from back in 2017. At the time I was nineteen, in my sophomore year at college, and still learning about the boundaries of my sexuality.

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I had had my eye on her for some time. The quiet girl, with the studious manner. Amy was her name, short for Amelia. We took second year Literature together. Actually we both attended more than one class. But in Literature she typically sat a couple of benches ahead of my customary spot; sometimes to the left, sometimes a little to the right. Today it was to the left. It was her neck that started me thinking about her in a different way. Not that there was anything wrong with it, quite the contrary. Mostly it was veiled by her long lustrous dark hair, which was brown, like her eyes, but so dark that it could often appear black. One memorable day she had her hair up in a loose bun on top of her head and held in place with a pencil. I guess she hadn’t washed it, I struggled to get in on time for early classes too; I was often up late, er… studying with my Daddy’s help. Looking at the back of her neck that day, I had a strong urge to kiss her there, my lips brushing her pale, soft-looking skin. There was something about how the dark hair slowly transitioned to alabaster that had me feeling tingly. Actually I had an urge to kiss various other parts of her body as well, but the neck would be a good place to start. I has seen swans with less shapely necks.

I realized that I had unconsciously placed Amy in the dowdy column, she was a stranger to make-up and often seemed to want to explicitly deflect attention. But after my nape-induced epiphany, I looked more closely. She had an elongated face, with a high forehead, and culminating in a gracefully angled, narrow jaw. Her coffee-colored eyes had a hint of being almond-shaped and were accentuated by dark, arching brows. Her lips were full and rosy, even without the help of gloss. Her nose was narrow at the top and for much of its length, before finally broadening to an up-turned ending, a feature that I found desperately cute. Her cheek-bones were high, but not chiseled. Together with her dark hair and pale skin, the overall effect would not have been out of place in a Peter Jackson movie. I had certainly mis-categorized her, then I thought that was probably what Amy wanted to happen.

I had shared my fantasies about girls with Daddy pretty soon after our relationship became physical. I wanted to be open about all aspects of my sexuality with him. Indeed it was my honesty about sexual feelings for someone else that had led Daddy and I to become lovers a year and a bit ago. We has agreed early on that monogamy was not a requirement. Daddy seemed content enough with our time together and didn’t seem to seek out other partners; at least as far as I could tell. I had also spent time with a couple of boys (one at a time, how traditional of me!) and one girl my own age; nothing serious. Daddy encouraged me to explore – the only caveat being that if I found a girl who was might be willing, then he’d be delighted to meet them too. Not long after I started crushing on Amy, I also began to fantasize that she might be just such a girl.

Though we has been at college a year together, Amy wasn’t really a close friend. Actually neither of us exactly had close friends. We hung out with the same loose group of people. We’d sit at the same table for lunch sometimes. Indeed she had been there when Mike Johnson had delivered his infamous “Emily the spinner” diatribe — Mike and my previous crush Rob were both now blissfully out and Mike and I had made our peace some time ago — but I never saw Amy away from college. She was always somehow aloof, not unfriendly, not self-absorbed, just that little bit apart from the crowd. Which made it all the more strange to meet her one Friday night.

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In retrospect, if either of us had seen the other first, we probably would have taken evasive action. As it was we almost literally bumped into each other. She was at the bar ordering a cocktail, I was approaching it to buy a couple of lemon-drops. I didn’t recognize her from behind and, when she turned away from the bar and almost spilt her drink on me, it took a couple demetevler escort of seconds before we both registered who the other person was. Recognition was followed by astonishment on both our parts. At school each of us rather faded into the background attire-wise, me favoring standard college girl clothes, while Amy seemed fond of the shapeless, verging on nondescript. Tonight was different.

I was wearing the shiny, black, strapless skin-tight dress I had inherited from my Mom. It was matched by patent leather high-heeled boots that were as long as my dress was short. Amy wore a bright red, close-fitting PVC boob-tube that was at most four inches deep, and a short, black leather skirt with a split up the right side that exposed almost as much flesh as the laced side sections of my dress. Her dark hair was drawn back in a loose ponytail, showing off her bare shoulders to full advantage. A black choker further accentuated her beautiful neck. The boob-tube did little to disguise her equally shapely breasts. They were small to mid-sized, but pert, with prominent nipples that showed through the thin material. I thought they were close to perfect. Her bare midriff extended a long way from the bottom of her boob-tube to the top of her low-slung skirt, which revealed enough to have made an early career Britney Spears blush. To be entirely honest, my eyes were occupied elsewhere at the time, but later I saw that she wore high-heels strapped to her calves with leather strings.

‘Hi Amy. Are you… er… going to a party?’

‘Hi Em, kinda yes… I suppose… You?’

‘Me? I’m… um… I am meeting… er… someone.’

With our shared skin tone, blushes were

pretty hard to conceal and we both laughed.

‘We seem to be strapless sisters tonight Em.’

‘You are right. Yes we do. Let’s sit down and talk about it shall we Amy?’

‘Sure. It’s nice to see you, if maybe a little… unexpected?’

‘Let me just get a drink first.’

Being rather flustered to meet my secret crush in this way and even more flustered by how she looked, I didn’t choose my next words terribly wisely:

‘The usual please Ray, that booth over there.’

‘Sure Em. See you later.’

‘The usual? See you later? We definitely need to talk Em.’

I thought that my face must be the same color as Amy’s boob-tube by now, though why that particular simile came into my mind is something of a mystery.

I was a lot more accustomed to walking in heels than last year, but, unaccountably, I slowed down as we moved to our table, allowing Amy’s leather-clad ass to lead the way, her hips swaying in a way I found mesmerizing. We sat down opposite each other, both doing this carefully, as our wardrobes choices necessitated. My two vodka shots arrived and I downed both quickly, replying that yes two more would be nice to the waitress.

‘You look like you needed that!’

I smiled.

‘Well, we could sit here and not talk about why we are both at an out of town bar, dressed to kill, or maybe I could go first.’

‘So here’s the thing. Um… I kinda come to places like this because there are no college kids around. I dress like this, because, well because. Oh Amy just say it for fuck’s sake. Because I’m looking to meet with someone interesting and hoping that it will get physical.’

‘OK, that was a lot to say out loud to someone I know. Please feel free to slut-shame slutty Amy the big old slut. Then again, dressed as you are, I’m sort of thinking that people in glass houses might understand.’

‘I don’t think you are a slut Amy. What’s wrong with wanting to be physical with someone. I mean I quite like… that is… some people… I hear that…’

‘You know what Em? I’d like to talk some more, but isn’t rather stuffy in here?. Maybe we could go outside for a bit, just to cool off. You can finish what you were going to say there. Come on!’

Amy took me by the hand and we both swayed our way to the door. It was indeed cooler outside. Amy pulled me toward a darker patch of the car park.

‘We can see the stars from here Em.’

We stood together looking up. Then I felt her hand on my ass. I turned to her and as I did she kissed me full on the lips open-mouthed.

‘Emily, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. I hope that’s OK. When I said about coming to places like this to hook up, I didn’t really mention the gender did I?’

‘Please don’t hate me if you’re not into girls. I don’t know, I just picked up a vibe that maybe you were.’

Amy was an inch or so taller than my aspirational 5’2″, but my heels were slightly higher than hers, so we stood face to face. I smiled the slightly crooked smile that I seemed to reserve for occasions like this.

‘It’s OK Amy, it’s all OK.’

I cupped her pixie-like face in my hands, placed my lips briefly on the tip of her up-turned nose and then kissed her mouth, running my tongue lightly around her parted lips and then pushing it into her. I moved my hands to the back dikmen escort of her head and pulled her to me as I kissed her more deeply. I felt her hands reciprocate. Her fingers ran through my dirty blonde locks, sending little flickers of electricity through me. Her tongue entwined with mine as she sucked gently on me, then they fought briefly before I yielded, accepting her deep into my mouth. We parted and putting my cheek next to Amy’s, I whispered in her ear:

‘That was lovely. But I want to ask you something. I like boys as well as girls. Is that OK for you?’

As I finished speaking, I ran my tongue round her ear and then took her ear lobe gently between my teeth. I was rewarded by a low moan.

‘That’s perfectly, mmm… fine by, mmm… me Em.’

‘OK quit nibbling for just a second. Just a second mind you.’

Amy looked me straight in the eyes.

‘Em, Bi is cool. I’m just glad about the liking girls bit. At least I didn’t make a total fool of myself.’

‘Now please whisper something else in my ear. And you can start the nibbling again.’

‘Ahh! Yes, like that.’

I chewed gently on Amy’s lobe, pausing to breathe into her ear…

‘You are beautiful and sexy and I want to fuck you Amy.’

I am awful at self-restraint (though much better at being restrained by others) and there was something I just had to do. I moved behind her and placed my hands on her bare midriff just above her hips. I kissed her neck. Her skin was soft and tasted sweet and salty. I kissed the left side, starting from her shoulder and working up to just behind her ear.

‘I am going to make you cum…’

I switched to the right and worked my way up again.

‘…so very hard.’

‘I used to gaze at your neck in class and day-dream about doing this to it. I have to say the reality beats my imagination.’

I kissed the side of her neck harder, softly digging my teeth into her flesh. I stroked upwards from her navel to ribs, to the skin-tight material covering her breasts, which I cupped.

‘I’m so jealous, you have perfect breasts Amy. I want to suck your nipples, but maybe that would not be a good idea in a car park. Let’s try something slightly more discreet.’

Still kissing Amy’s neck, I moved my hands down from her breasts, past her leather skirt and stroked her inner thighs. I could feel her breath coming quicker in anticipation and she moved one of her feet sideways to ease my access. I stroked further up, discovering – as I had suspected – that she wore no panties. That made two of us. My dress was open at the sides, laced together with black cord and panties would have spoiled the look. Well Amy, all the better to pleasure you.

Looking around the car park, there didn’t seem to be anyone around. I put my hand between Amy’s legs, raising her skirt a little and started massaging her pussy lips. I felt a shiver run through her body as I located and rubbed her clit. I kept kissing her neck all the time and she arched her head back towards me.

‘Wait! What was that? I heard something.’

‘I didn’t hear anything Amy.’

‘Maybe I’m twitchy having my pussy exposed in public. Not that I’m not enjoying it, you are turning me on so much.’

‘Actually, I have an idea which might give us a bit more privacy.’

She turned to face me and moved in close to kiss me again, but also slipped her hand between my legs.

‘You do they same, Em.’

‘That’s good – mmm… that’s actually really good.’

‘Now let’s stand closer together and – if they aren’t looking too closely – an onlooker might think we are just kissing.’

‘And not that you have two fingers in my pussy and are driving me wild.’

Amy kissed me forcefully and I did the same in return. As our tongues played together and probed our mouths deeply, our fingers slipped in and out of increasingly wet pussies; each of us turning the other on more and more.

‘I want to cum Amy. Rub my clit please. You don’t have to be too gentle.’

‘Oh yes! Just like that, but quicker.’

‘Give me your fingers.’

I put as much if Amy’s hand in my mouth as I could then licked her fingers, leaving trails of slippery saliva. I continued to frig her as I did.

‘Now please Amy, rub my clit as fast as you can, I so want you to make me cum.’

‘Yes Amy, oh yes please! Even faster. Oh fuck Amy, you are a Goddess with those fingers.’

‘Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck… I… am… cumming… fuck yes! fuck, fuck, fu…ck. Arrrr… yes!!!’

As I came hard, I tried not to forget Amy, my fingers were slipping in and out of her sopping pussy at a tremendous speed and I felt she too was near orgasm. I found her clit with the other hand and soon she was writhing then silently clenching her teeth as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Our heads fell onto each other’s shoulders and we embraced tightly, both still shaking a little.

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‘Em! What are you doing out here? Who’s your friend?’

‘Fuck Dad… er David. You startled me. elvankent escort This is Amy, my friend from college. She has just had some bad news and I was giving her a hug.’

‘This is who I was going to meet this evening, Amy. Meet David.’

‘Hi Mr. Miller. How are you?’

‘Mr. Miller?’

‘Hi Amy. I’m good thanks, how are you?’

Daddy could obviously see the look of utter consternation on my face and so continued.

‘Amy interned at the office for a month last year as part of a program we are running with a couple of universities. We weren’t in the same department, but I gave a talk she came to, right Amy? I didn’t realize you knew each other.’

‘I didn’t recognize you at first Amy, sorry.’

Don’t worry Dad, neither did I, was my unspoken thought.

‘No worries Mr. Miller. It’s nice to see you again. Your talk was cool.’

‘So, David, I know we were going to, er… do that thing, but I really think I ought to spend some time with Amy, I think she could do with a friend.’

‘Is that OK David?’

My raised eyebrows strongly suggested to Daddy, that he would be absolutely fine with this and thankfully he got the message.

‘OK Emily. Amy should be your priority. I’ll

tell the group. I’m sure they will miss you, but you can catch them the next time, right?’

‘Of course David. Tell them sorry for me. Well I had better get Amy home. See you soon.’

‘Bye Emily. Bye Amy. I hope you are OK and nice to run into you.’

‘See you round Emily.’

‘Sure and sorry again.’

Daddy walked towards the bar, but I knew he would then head for a store next to it. One with a broken neon sign out front and a private room out back, soon to be full of some disappointed guys.

‘So Amy, that was weird. I made an excuse so we could spend some more time together. I hope you don’t just think I’m a bad person for lying like that.’

‘I would absolutely love to spend some more time together. But I am confused and I must admit a bit intrigued if I am honest. I guess we are both ladies of mystery, but you have the advantage of knowing at least some or my secrets. With you all I have is a set of jigsaw pieces that don’t seem to link together.’

‘That’s fair, we’ll talk. Do you have a place? I have a roommate and it might be awkward.’

‘I thought you lived at home, but sure. I have an apartment that my parents got me. Poor little rich girl, right? We can go there. You’ve had more to drink than me, I’ll drive. I can drop you back here tomorrow.’

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PART II – BUZZED

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Amy drove and we were both silent. I have no

idea what preoccupied her, but to borrow Amy’s metaphor, I was trying to figure out an alternative way to assemble the jigsaw pieces that made sense. I was failing miserably it has to be said.

Amy reached over and stroked my thigh.

‘You OK Em? I never talk much when I am driving, but you are normally such a chatterbox. What’s up? Something about David?’

‘David? No. No not him.’

‘Maybe I’m a just bit tired and slightly buzzed from the vodka. It doesn’t normally go to my head, but tonight…’

‘It’s OK Em, we are nearly there. I’ll take care of you.’

Five minutes later she turned into a new

development, consisting mainly of condos. There was an underground car park so we had some privacy getting to the elevator, which was good as I had left my jacket at the club. I might get a kick out of the regular crowd at my bar eyeing me, but I wasn’t keen to be seen dressed like this by any of my college contemporaries.

In the mirrored elevator, I was struck again by Amy’s transformation. To me at least, my reflection looked like Emily. Emily playing adult dress-up; OK maybe hooker dress-up. Sure I was much more relaxed about my appearance than I used to be, I knew Daddy was crazy about me and three other people had liked me enough to get into my panties. But I was still little Emily. In my eyes I was too skinny and my face was still roundish with puppy fat. Little Emily in make-up and a mini-dress.

In contrast, this version of Amy oozed sensuality. She seemed like a fully-realized sexual being. From her elfin face, that promised mischief, to the newly-revealed body that has piqued my jealousy. I didn’t want Katy Perry’s breasts, but I would have committed multiple felonies to have Amy’s. She looked older than her nineteen years, she had a confidence that said early twenties to me. We were the same age, but I still worried about looking younger than I was. I’d improved in this area, yes, but I still had a hang-up

‘What are you thinking gorgeous? About what I am going to do to you when we get inside?’

Gorgeous? She couldn’t mean me. But there was just the two of us in the elevator. Before I could reply the machine intoned, “fourth floor, doors opening” and we disembarked.

Amy’s apartment was self-consciously cool and minimalist. You couldn’t really imagine anything further from student accommodation. It was much fancier than the house Daddy and I shared.

‘My parents said that they bought this for me, but I think it’s really just one of their investments. They let me stay here while its value appreciates.’

‘They still own several businesses in both the Czech Republic and Slovakia, though they moved here in 1993 when the country split and my Mom was pregnant with my brother Edward.’