Birthday Present for Emily

"... Hap-py BIRTH-day, dear Em-i-ly."

Pause. Deep breath.

"Hap-py birth-day to you!"

Cheers and applause. Emily smiles politely.

She looks miserable.

"Happy forty-teen, girl!"

That's from a drunk colleague, champagne glass wobbling precariously, threatening to spill on her too-much-makeup, jangly jewelry, and aggressively plunging neckline.

"Thanks," Emily says, smile tight, soldiering through.

But plunging neckline isn't done. She's hanging on Emily now, dangerously close to soaking her in bubbly. "You're so beautiful," she slurs.

"Okay! I think we're done," neckline's husband says, coming to the rescue. He peels her off and steers her toward the exit.

As they leave the restaurant, she shouts, "I love you, Emily!"

The dramatic exit acts like a cue; most of the dinner guests start packing up. After a round of hugs, thank-yous, and lingering goodbyes, it's just a few of us left.

Emily's boyfriend walks over and kisses her on the cheek.

"Gotta go, babe. You good getting home?"

"I'll get a Lyft."

"Terrific," he says, already turning away.

We'd learned earlier he was catching a red-eye to Europe. He's some important business type, though I've got no idea what he actually does.

In the lobby, he's talking with the blonde twenty-something from dinner. Pretty. A decade younger than the rest of us. Tiny dress clinging to her tight figure. Apparently she works with him.

As they step outside, I see him gently graze her ass with a finger. She smiles, gives him a sultry look.

Emily sees it too.

"It's almost perfect in its stereotype," she says. "I mean--chef's kiss." She mimes the gesture.

"Yikes," I say.

"Just glad I didn't move in with him."

"Were you planing on it?"

"Well, not now."

"Remember when I asked Amy to move in? We rented a truck and everything. The day of the move, she called to break up. Didn't even offer to go halfsies on the rental."

"This past fall, right?"

"Two years ago."

"Oh my god."

"Time flies."

Emily eyes the remnants of her birthday dinner. "Don't remind me."

"For what it's worth, you don't look forty. Early thirties, tops."

"You're sweet."

Drunk neckline lady wasn't wrong--Emily is beautiful. And I wasn't lying; if I didn't already know her age, I never would've guessed.

She has straight, shoulder-length dark brown hair, swept back over her right ear and falling a little over her left eye, Jessica Rabbit-style. Green eyes, dark eyeliner. Small nose, full lips. She's wearing a modest black dress that dramatically contrasts her pale skin. Thin straps, a tasteful amount of cleavage, hem just past her knees. She caps the outfit off with big, thin hoop earrings and flats, no heels.

I work mightily to avoid staring at her full breasts. She's fit, but filled out in that sexy thirty-something kind of way. Hourglass figure, ample behind.

"We gotta go, hon," Angie says, rising with her partner Susan. We all hug, and just like that, it's only me and Emily.

The waiter swings by. "You're all set."

We double-check he got his tip. He nods and smiles.

Emily's gathering her cards and gifts, sliding everything into a bag.

"I think I'm going your direction," I say. "Want to share a Lyft?"

"Sounds great."

We head to the curb. It's not the clearest pickup spot, so we scan for the car.

"There it is!" Emily says, placing a hand on my shoulder. I note it lingers a beat too long.

Emily and I both teach at the university but in different departments. She's close with Angie, who works with me. Emily and I have always had an easy rapport. Same sense of humor, similar personalities. But I've never let myself think about her that way for a couple of reasons:

One: she had a boyfriend--though the jury's out on that now, and two: I figured I was out of her league.

I'm relatively good-looking. In good shape, physically. Women have complimented my eyes, hair, and hands. But I couldn't fathom Emily being in to me. She's way too intimidating with her smarts and killer looks. So I chalked up the too-long glances, the subtle brushes of her arm against mine, the extra-long goodbyes, as her just being friendly.

The car pulls up. Emily grabs her bag as I open the door for her, then jog around to get in behind the driver.

We're chatting away when the driver says, "Uh-oh."

A sea of brake lights ahead.

Emily leans forward, pressing her body against mine. "Can you try that alley on the right?"

He pulls in, but the alley's blocked too.

"You know what?" Emily says. "I'll walk from here. My apartment's only a few blocks."

"I'll walk with you," I say. No way I'm letting her go alone at this hour.

"You sure?"

"Absolutely." I tip the driver a twenty. "You should turn around. Looks clearer the other way."

We pop out and help guide him through a tight three-point turn.

"Have a good night!" he calls as he drives off.

We start walking. Cars stopped everywhere. Horns blaring. Expletives flying.

When we reach her building, I glance at the gridlocked streets. "I'll just keep walking until I find a clear road, then call another car."

Emily surveys the chaos. "Why don't you come up and wait it out? Have a drink. I've got a good view of the street--we'll see when it clears."

"You sure?"

"Yeah!"

A quick elevator ride and stroll down a short hallway takes us to Emily's apartment. We step into the foyer. Her apartment is warm, cozy, tastefully decorated.

A cat strolls past, pauses, looks me up and down before continuing into the next room.

"Why do I feel like I was judged and found lacking?"

"Takes him a while to warm up. But he's a lover."

Emily kicks her shoes off by the door. I follow her lead. We move into the living room. She gestures toward the couch and heads into the kitchen.

"You like IPA, right?"

I smile. "Perfect--thanks."

She returns with a frosted glass of IPA for me and wine for herself. She plops onto the couch beside me. We clink glasses.

"Please don't wish me happy birthday again."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

She sips her wine. I can't help but notice her lovely, petite hands. Short, tidy, unpainted fingernails.

"Thanks for coming up," Emily says. "I wasn't ready to be alone. I mean, I'm glad the dinner's over--it was all a bit much. But going from that to total silence would suck."

"I'm glad I came."

She gives me a look. "Really? I wasn't sure."

"Why?"

"You seem uncomfortable around me. Especially when it's just us."

"Huh." I grunt.

"What?"

"That's the opposite of how I feel."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, I really like you, Emily. Hope it's okay I say that."

Her smile is soft. "Totally okay."

"I didn't want to come off like some puppy-dog crush."

She tilts her head. "Are you saying you have a crush on me?"

I laugh. "Uh, yeah."

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" she asks, her voice low.

"Well, for starters, you're involved."

She sets her wine glass down and leans in. "Fuck that guy," she says, kissing me. A soft, closed-mouth kiss. She pulls back slightly.

"Is that okay?"

I don't answer. Instead I kiss her back.

Emily turns to face me. We kiss long and deep. Open mouthed with lots of tongue. She pulls back to come up for air.

"You're a great kisser," she says, a little breathless.

"You're pretty freaking great yourself."

She nudges me back so I'm lying on the couch. She climbs on top. I feel her breasts against my chest. The weight of one of her legs draped over mine. I feel my cock expanding, trying to straighten itself from its awkward angle.

I reach down and lay my hand on her bum.

"Hey, Emily?"

"Mmm?" she murmurs against my mouth.

"My hand's on your ass."

"I noticed."

"That okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"How about this?" I grab the other cheek and pull her against me.

"Even better," she laughs, kissing sloppily.

We go at it a while more.

Then I say, "You know what would be even better?"

"What's that?"

"Less clothing."

Emily snorts, then sits up. She grabs the lower part of her dress and wiggles it free. In one quick gesture pulls it over her head and tosses it unceremoniously to the side.

I furiously unbutton my shirt. Emily is reaching down to undo my belt. I lean forward to take off my shirt. Emily scoots to the end of the couch and pulls on the ends of my pants. They come free, taking my socks with them.

We're both in our underwear.

Emily has on a black bra and panties. Despite being on the utilitarian side, they still contribute to her staggering sexiness. Ample breasts push against the bra, a tiny hint of soft brown hairs peeking out the top of her panties.

She lays back on top of me. I recklessly rub my hands all over her beautiful soft skin. Put my hand under her panties to tickle her there, earning a giggle.

Emily suddenly sits up, tousled hair covering the entire left side of her face. "C'mon."

She gets up, taking my hand. I follow her down a hallway and into her bedroom. She throws a switch putting the room in a soft light, then leads me over and gently pushes me down on the bed, grabbing my briefs to pull them off, freeing my erection.

Emily sucks in a breath as her eyes go wide.

"Well, hello!" She chirps. "So it's true what they say."

"What?"

"Men with big hands."

I grin back, delighted.

She kneels at the edge of the bed. Keeping her eyes on me, she gently holds my cock as she takes one long lick, bottom to top, then clamps her mouth to slide up and down a few times with her luscious lips. Watching her beautiful face lovingly suck my hard cock makes me nearly lose it right there.

"Hey," I breathe.

Emily disengages, wiping away a trace of saliva as she looks at me with bedroom eyes.

"Yes?"

"You need to catch up."

I stand, taking her hands to pull her up. We wrap our arms around each other as we kiss. I kiss her cheek and nibble her ear, giving it a little tongue as I reach behind and unclasp her bra. Emily lets out a small whimper of pleasure and says, "very smooth, sir."

We separate to let the bra drop to the floor. Emily's heavy breasts rest high on her rib cage, as perky as a woman half her age. Full and round. Her light pink areolas fading beautifully into her milky white skin. Her nipples hard enough to compete with my erection.

We're back to slobbering mouths. Then I drop down to pull her panties to the floor. Emily watches, letting out a lusty sigh as she runs her fingers roughly through my hair.

We move to the bed. Emily gets on first and lays sideways.

I'm nearly overwhelmed by her total nudity. Her gorgeous breasts, her adorable belly button. Her wonderfully wide hips. The little extra in her belly. She has a small triangle of dark brown hair pointing straight down towards her vagina.

She sighs as she watches me move to the bed. Eyes my cock, stiff and ready. She maneuvers back resting her head against a pillow at the top of the bed, then slides her legs apart in the primal signal that she's ready to fuck.

I resist the temptation to leap onto her. Instead I say, "I promised to not bring up the topic again, so I'll just say this: all I got you was a card. I want to give you a proper gift."

Emily arches an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

I answer her by going to the bottom of the bed and lifting her right leg to kiss her adorable foot. Then her muscled calf. Rest her foot down and move forward, laying myself between her legs to kiss the inner part of her scrumptious thigh. Then the other. Take my time going back and forth, slowly working closer in to my destination. Emily sighs her encouragement, spreading her legs even more, giving me plenty of room.

Then I arrive. I lick around her vulva, nibble her outer parts, then lick and kiss her inner lips. Dart the tip of my tongue into her opening.

I don't go straight for the clit. Each time I get close, I feel Emily shudder, then push herself against my face.

I take one lick from below her opening all the way up to her clit giving it a quick tongue flutter. Emily gasps in pleasure.

I don't stay long up there, focusing on licking her pussy lips, her opening, teasingly close to her clit.

I have my hands around her thighs, then slide them up to her hips, massaging them as I lick and suck. Emily wriggles around, encouraging places for me to focus. I feel her hand on mine, caressing it. Then we interlock fingers. It's a wonderfully intimate gesture, particularly considering my current activity.

She's breathing harder, wriggling more. I take the cue. Still holding her one hand, I use my other to pull the skin away from her bud. Lay my whole tongue against it before giving it another flutter. Emily moans in delight.

She's soaking wet now. I'm basically making out with her pussy, allowing her juices to smear all over my face.

"Holy shit, that's good!" Emily yelps, as she thrusts her pelvis up.

She lets go of my hand to run her fingers through my hair. I take the opportunity drench my index finger with saliva and rest it against her opening. It slides in easily on her next thrust.

I keep it shallow and press down while I kiss and suck the area near her clit, going in for occasional full contact. Emily is moaning steadily, grinding herself against me.

I pull my finger out and rest two against her for the next thrust. She pushes herself against them so they go in deep. I press down again, as I lick and flutter my tongue against her pussy lips and clit.

Emily lets out steady vocalizations of ecstasy, rocking her whole body against me. I ride her thrusts, gently rotating my fingers to stimulate her G-spot as I spend more time licking her clit.

She's close now, letting out guttural moans and sighs of pleasure. She lets go of my hair and thrusts her pelvis against me.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Emily shouts.

Now she's crying out rhythmic ahs, hurling her torso upwards. I ride these thrusts until she climaxes, pushing herself against me, thighs shuddering and holding there. Then she drops and pulls back. I disengage.

Emily's panting. Laughs with each jolt of orgasm aftershock.

I sit back and admire her glistening body as she catches her breath. Legs carelessly spread, breasts heaving with each deep breath. Her hands resting over her eyes, one holding the other, palms up.

Her breathing slows. She props herself up on her elbows to look at me.

I'm sitting at the foot of the bed, hands behind me for support. One leg stretched out; the other folded in loosely, half-lotus style.

Emily eyes my stiff cock.

"Your turn," she growls.

She scrambles down the bed, leans over, and guides my cock to her mouth. She licks and sucks greedily, letting her saliva flow, drenching my cock before slurping it up. Clamps her full lips on my shaft, rapidly bobbing her head. Occasionally she pulls back to suck in deep breaths before diving back down to lick, slurp, and suck, desperate with hunger for my cock.

I lean back, hand behind my head to watch this mind-shattering spectacle.

Emily doesn't seem to mind the pretzel-like position she's in--she's too focused on my cock. One leg is folded beneath her torso; the other is bent, knee pointing skyward, foot planted firmly on the bed.

There's something unbelievably sexy about this. Her total lack of concern with how she looks while giving enthusiastic head is hotter than the most explicit, carefully posed porn pic.

I'm feeling invincible, not even close to cumming despite the blissful sensation of Emily's glorious mouth.

She's really going at it. When she comes up for air I say, "Emily?"

She tosses her hair aside, giving me a heavy lidded, "yeah?"

"I really want to fuck you."

She lets out a deep sigh, coming over to mash her mouth against mine. She pulls back to say, "I want to fuck you too."

We rotate around. I lay back with my head on the pillows like Emily was earlier. She climbs on top, holding my cock against her opening, the sits down hard, shoving it into her magnificent hole.

She lets out a primal, full-body moan, making a crying face of pleasure. Then gets into a steady rhythm pushing her drenching hot cunt down on my shaft, getting me inside as far as possible.

"Jesus," she cackles. "Your cock!"

I rest my hands on her hips. Then work my way to her breasts. She clasps her hands over mine when I get there, stiff nipples against my palms. I glory in their wonderful heaviness. I reluctantly let go one hand to take my thumb, lick the pad, and use it to massage her clit. This gets a groan of approval as Emily increases the speed of her thrusts.

We stay in this rhythm. I relish watching Emily recklessly hurl herself down on my cock.

She leans over to get closer. I let go of her breast and clit to sit up, getting myself in deeper. Wrap my arms around her in a hug as we devour each other's faces.

I guide her around so she can lie back with me on top. We briefly disengage.

Emily spreads her legs wide, frying my brain, massaging her pussy as I get into position.

"God, I'm so wet," she sighs.

Kneeling in front of her, I jerk my cock a few times. Long, vigorous strokes, slapping my fist against my torso. Emily licks her lips, engrossed in my masturbating. Her palm against her clit, massaging in a sloppy, circular motion.

I walk forward on my knees. Emily moves her hand so I can take my cock and lay against her dripping wet pussy. I slide it up and down. Let it mingle with her pussy juices. Then I get the tip against her opening and push, stuffing my fat cock into her glorious cunt.

Emily throws her head back, howling in pleasure.

I drop forward, hands on either side of her head, pumping in a steady rhythm.

We lock eyes, Emily's mouth hangs open as she vocalizes her pleasure.

I pull back. Emily lifts her legs, draping her knees over my shoulders. I grab hold of both her thighs and thrust, and thrust, and thrust.

She throws her arms back, letting her body go rag-doll loose. Drops her head to the side, eyes closed, an ecstatic bliss-filled smile on her face, hoop earrings glistening. Her body undulates marvelously as I pound her cunt, her tits rocking back and forth, feet flopping in the air.

I let down one of her legs, keeping the other over my shoulder to plunge in sideways.

Emily puts her hand behind her head, elbow out, holding her head up so she can watch me fuck her. She gazes at me with an open mouthed smile, joyous grunts with each of my thrusts.

There are times in life when you know, from the moment they happen, that they will stay with you forever.

This is one of those moments.

Emily's perfect body. Her wonderful fleshiness jiggling as we fuck. Her gorgeous face, aching with desire. Her rapturous, welcoming cunt. The joy in our interlocking bodies.

I'm grunting along with her. Our vocalizations getting louder, more urgent. A spark of orgasm ignites, causing me to thrust even harder.

Emily's eyes go wide with the shift. She makes a crying face, biting her lower lip, nodding. She wants me to cum. She wants to cum. She wants us to cum together.

We fuck in a frenzy.

Keeping hold of her legs I pull out to scurry backwards, sliding her along the bed to position her at the edge. Emily laughs hysterically, thrilled by my lust. I step off the bed to get the best angle. Still holding her thighs with her feet draped over my shoulders, I pull back to line up my cock and hurl myself back into her, Emily howling in delight.

We're fucking fast, my cock like a piston. Emily hoists herself on her elbows in a sit-up crunch, eyes on me like lasers. Her mouth hangs open as she yelps out cries of lusty pleasure. Occasionally throwing herself backwards to give her abs a break, giving me a spectacular view of heaving, stiff-nippled tits.

I know she wants to see it when I cum, so I let go of her thighs and grab hold of her waist, allowing her to prop up on her elbows, no need to curl forward. I pull her towards me, then continue my rapid-fire thrusting.

Emily is squirming riotously, the energy of her oncoming orgasm taking over.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!" Emily shouts.

Then she stares at me, hard. Eyes blazing. "Cum with me!" She commands, "Cum with me!"

I feel it. The oncoming rush. The waves of cum surging through my body to explode into Emily.

We're fucking furiously, my torso a blur. Wet, slapping smacks of cock and pussy. Emily shouting, bellowing animalistic cries of ecstasy as she cums.

My orgasm builds. Electric, urgent. My body shuddering as waves of pleasure run through my whole being. Flooding rapids of cum rushing forward, filling my fat cock gripped by Emily's radiant hot cunt.

I let out a roar in euphoric release, plunging my cock as deep as it will go into Emily's quivering pussy, my cum spraying into her like a fire hose.

Emily wails in rapture, in beautiful agony, as she grabs my ass to pull me in further. Another wave of orgasm rushes through me and I cum again, barking in surprise, my torso shuddering as more cum fills Emily's glorious pussy.

She's surprised too, letting out another cry of joy as she squeezes her shaking thighs against me.

We grasp and hold each other desperately, not wanting to let go. Stay like this, frozen in our mutual bliss.

After a few moments, we relax, but stay connected, letting our breathing slow. When I begin to soften, I slowly pull out. We look down to see cum leaking out of Emily's pussy. We laugh, astonished.

Emily pulls me to the bed, wrapping me in a tight arm and leg hug, kissing me fiercely. I lightly massage her back as I hold her.

She releases me so I can lie back. Emily rests her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine. She gently lays her fingers against my partially erect cock, slowly running them up and down its shaft. Not to stimulate--more like a gesture of gratitude.

"That was amazing," Emily breathes.

I turn to kiss her. Tenderly, romantically.

"That's putting it mildly," I say, making us both chortle.

We get quiet. Stay that way for a while, enjoying the afterglow.

I turn to look at her.

"How are you feeling?"

She smiles. Gives me a slow blink, then taps my nose with a forefinger.

"Best birthday ever."