Sweet Emily

A few years ago, my ex-wife (Cindy) divorced. She had a daughter (Leah) that was 9 when we married and was 20 when we divorced. After the divorce, I moved closer to my job (70 miles away).

One Monday night, I left the office and stopped by a local pub that I frequently visited. I decided I'd sit and talk to my bartender friend , Carlos, while watching Monday night football. I had about finished my meal and second whisky, when I heard, "Steve? Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you in years! What are you doing here?"

It was Emily, who had been a friend of Leah's when they were attending college in the town we loved in. Emily was a beautiful blonde, about 5'2", slightly curvey, great ass, and big blue eyes. She had spent so many days and nights at our house for the couple of years her and Leah ran around together. But she was 2 years older than Leah, and graduated and they had drifted apart.

I explained that Cindy and I divorced (she had no idea), and that I'd moved and was just on my way home. One thing I could never understand about Emily was why she never had a boyfriend. She was smart, beautiful, a smoking body, friendly, and sweet. I often wondered if she might be secretly a lesbian, but I never saw any indication that she was. Emily explained that she had gotten a teaching degree in another city and had moved and was in town for some sort of teacher training in the adjoining hotel. I asked her if she wanted anything, and she said, "I only drink margaritas", which surprised me that she even drank at all. Before I had even realized, we were moved to a table, she was on her 3rd margarita and I was on my 5th whiskey. The game had ended and the bar was getting ready to close.

"Look, you've had too much to drink to drive. I wouldn't ask you this if I didn't know you so well, but do you want to come up to my room and hang out for a couple of hours and let that wear off a little? I don't want you to get the wrong idea or anything." It seemed sweet enough, and I agreed to go up to her room. She was ordered a margarita to take to her room and away we went.

Once we got in the room, we began to discuss the time her and Leah were hanging out. She laughed and said, "Did you know that Leah had a crush on you when you were married to Cindy?" I had a little bit of an idea. I said laughing, "Well, I knew that she had walked into the bathroom a couple of times when I was taking a shower and asked to borrow shampoo or conditioner and at least once walked into our bed room and saw me naked. I always felt like she sometimes TRIED to see me naked"

"Oh, I KNOW she did!" Emily begin to smile. "She told me she saw you and intentionally tried to see you. She always told me something else!" I asked her "What?" She turned red, "It's embarrassing but um... she said that um... that you were built down there. I can't believe I told you that." I asked, "She said I was built?"

"No, she didn't say it exactly like that. She said you had a big "C". I'm not saying that word. I had never considered being "large" but maybe just above average at about 6.5 inches without an erection and about 8" erect. We laughed about it and she said, "I was never fortunate enough to see it. I asked her to try to get a photo and show me." I said, "I can't believe you Emily! You always acted to sweet and innocent." Emily replied, "Well Leah was a virgin and never seen one except yours, even when she was twenty. She was curious and I guess I was curious too!" The alcohol was really talking now and she just came right out with. "Okay, show me! I want to see." I have to admit, I was almost completely hard, which Leah had never seen. When I pulled it out, Emily gasped and said, "Oh my. Nice!" I've only ever seen one, but it looks huge to me!" She reaached out and grabbed it. The next thing I knew she had her mouth on it and I began to fuck her head. She gagged a few times before I pulled away and shoved her on the bed and removed her clothes. Her 24 year old body was tight and every bit as sexy as I had imagined. We were in the bed fucking in every position imaginable and I could tell she wasn't experienced or prepared for it. She'd only ever been with one guy, but I knew she hadn't been screwed like I screwed her that night. I pushed her legs up around her head and went deeper than she was prepared for, I flipped her over and fucked her from behind, pulled her hair like a leash as I was doing it. " We fell asleep and she missed the first hour of her conference because we fucked again the next morning. I fucked Emily off and on for almost a year, even after she met a guy and gotten engaged. I even fucked her about two weeks before she got married and she said it would be the last time. I haven't seen her in a while now, but I'm betting if I ran into her in a bar and is she is alone, it would happen again.

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