All About Emily
2017 by TJ Adams
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All About Emily
Owen stood in the mirror of her upstairs bathroom, applying makeup.
She had already curled her hair and looked forward to her new
roommate coming home for the day.
It was Friday and
although, Owen, hadn’t worked in three weeks now—since Claire
Burrell’s funeral—come Monday, she would start back into the
Has it been that
During that time,
the two girls had accomplished so much. Her friend and roommate—lover
actually, whom she had first known as Brittany—was Emily Phillips,
a flaxen haired beauty from Albuquerque.
The young prostitute
had accepted Owen’s offer of staying at her place to get Phillips
off the streets. That was the night that Owen’s alter ego, Pandora,
enjoyed a long night of adventurous sex up in the city and…
And shot Tyler
Derrick in a forgotten alley, as he stood over what would have been
his next victim.
The prostitute had
been beaten and strangled to within an inch of her life, but she had
recovered. Authorities in the city had no leads as to who had shot
Derrick, other than the prostitute’s description of a dark
angel standing over her with a small gun in her hand.
Angel, my ass,
had laughed. If
she could only had known of what I had done with Mustang Sally, the
truck stop whore, that night?
No, tonight it would
be all about Emily. The one-time prostitute had come so far in a
short period of time. After taking up residence with Owen, she had
enrolled herself in nursing school and found herself a part time job
at the coffee shop. The pay wasn’t much, but it would keep her off
the streets at night.
Owen didn’t ask
Phillips to share in the rent or utilities and gladly made room for
her friend in the closet they now shared.
Although the girls
slept in a king sized bed, they had not been sexually active in the
month that they had lived under the same roof. There had just been
too much to do.
estate had been settled. Owen netted a bit over two hundred thousand
dollars after all was said and done. Phillips had enrolled herself in
school and found a job. Lucy Owen was proud of her beautiful friend.
Phillips had only
carried a small bag of belongings down from the city, all that she
Owen had seen to it
that her friend had a closet full of new clothes, clothes that a
pretty young woman should have. Emily Phillips meant the world to
Lucy Owen and she wanted to show her just how much she cared.
Thoughts of the
night they had spent together swam through Owen’s mind like a
psychedelic dream. Although they shared a bed in Owen’s one bedroom
townhouse, it was the only night the pair had shared in each other’s
Her ass was no
longer sore, as it had been that night and long gone were the bruises
on her nipples.
Owen reached down
into her panties, running her finger between her wet lips. With her
other, she alternated squeezing her hard nipples. She wanted more
than anything to show her friend how much she loved her. She wanted
her. Owen envisioned Phillips spreading her legs above her as she lay
across the big bed. This wouldn’t be a twenty-five dollar motel bed
it would be Owen’s very own bed, a bed that they now shared.
As much as she
wanted to save herself for Emily, she couldn’t resist. Owen
masturbated in the bathroom mirror—thinking of her friend—like
she had in the restaurant with Nate Blanchard and his big cock
waiting in a red vinyl booth.
“Are you home?”
Phillips asked, from downstairs.
herself with a towel.
“Yes,” she said.
“I’m up here, in the bathroom.”
Phillips climbed the
carpeted treads, with Owen trying to put herself together after a
moment of pleasure.
“What are you
getting all prettied up for?” Phillips asked.
said, letting her Texas accent draw the word out. Her voice sounded
sexy and lusty.
replied, kissing Owen’s shoulder. “What’s the occasion? Did you
hear from the attorney?”
“I did,” Owen
said. “Get in the shower and I’ll tell you about it.”
Owen couldn’t help watching. Phillips was the most beautiful thing
that she had ever witnessed and she was all hers. Phillips didn’t
seem to be attracted to men in any way. Quite possibly due to the way
men had used her for so long?
“So how much did
you get?” Phillips asked, with the water running.
dollars” Phillips questioned.
thousand, silly,” Owen answered. She continued to apply the heavy
makeup that excited her, the way Pandora wore her makeup.
said, from the shower. “What are you going to do with all of that
started. “I thought that maybe we could look for a house, nothing
real big, just two bedrooms…”
interrupted. “But I like sleeping next to you, honey.”
“And you still
can,” Owen said. “But you can have something more private,
something of your own and we won’t have to share my closet?”
but didn’t say anything.
“I thought that
maybe we could buy a car,” Owen said. “Maybe some little second
hand thing, you know?”
“But you already
have a car,” Phillips corrected. She turned off the shower and
stepped out. Owen handed her a towel.
“I know,” Owen
said. “And I still have three years to pay on it. I’m talking
about something for you to get back and forth to school in.”
before the shower toweling herself dry. Mouth, watering, Owen noticed
the clean shaven pussy between her friends long legs.
For two cents,
do it right here in the bathroom. It isn’t like we haven’t
“I can’t even
drive,” Phillips said. “I don’t have a license.”
“Then I’ll teach
you,” Owen said. “Listen, when I start back to work, I won’t be
around all of the time to drive you. Winter is coming and I don’t
want you on the bus after dark.”
said, smiling. “But don’t yell at me.”
“Yell at you for
what?” Owen asked. “I wouldn’t yell at you. You know how I feel
about you and I am so glad that you decided to take my advice and
leave the city.”
Since leaving the
streets and moving in with Owen, Phillips had put on a little weight.
Her breasts seemed full, bigger and her ass was still gorgeous.
Phillips wrapped the
damp towel around her head. “Promise?” she asked.
Phillips, just home
from school and fresh out of the shower, wasn’t wearing makeup. Dry
now, she stepped closer to Owen—standing before the mirror—kissing
Owen’s red lips and holding her close.
“I love you,”
Phillips said, in a sweet, soft voice that turned Owen on.
were hard and her heart raced. “I love you, too, baby.”
Phillips ran her
finger—playfully—down Owen’s fit belly.
“Oh, God,” Owen
gasped. She wanted her friend in every way.
A painted nail, from
Phillips finger, found Owen’s clit, causing Owen to gasp again. It
had been so long it seemed, since the two of them had shared their
love in a roadside motel.
“Is this okay?”
Phillips asked, kissing Owen.
Owen caught a glance
of her friend touching her in the mirror. “But I wanted tonight to
be special,” she said.
“And it will be,”
Phillips answered, taking one of Owen’s hard nipples into her
mouth. “I just want it now. Is that okay? Can I have you now? We
can still do whatever you want, but I need to taste you. I want you
to sit on my face like you did before. Will you cum in my mouth with
my tongue in your pussy?”
In the mirror, a
young woman sucked her friend’s nipple passionately. Farther down
and out of the picture the young woman’s finger probed between her
friends swollen lips.
Phillips removed the
finger from Owen long enough to suck it, before putting it between
her own legs.
Owen gently squeezed
Phillips swollen breasts. Her pink nipples were smaller than her own
and rock hard. They reminded her of a sweet fruit that beckoned her
Starting for one of
the hard pink nipples, Phillips stopped her with a finger moistened
by her own pussy.
Owen took the finger
into her mouth, sucking it playfully, while sliding her own into
Phillips, who was warm and wet and welcoming.
For what seemed an
eternity, the two young women touched and kissed and held each other
before the bathroom mirror. It was in a restaurant bathroom in the
city where they had first given in to it.
“I have a surprise
for you,” Owen said in a passionate voice as Phillips took her hand
to lead her to the king sized bed that they had shared for close to a
“What is it?”
Phillips asked, kissing her shoulder.
“I stopped by Lady
Godiva’s today.” Owen said.
“What did you
get?” Phillips asked, in the sweet voice of Brittany, the young
prostitute, from the city, a voice that excited Owen. It had excited
her before she knew that she was attracted to women.
“Look under your
pillow,” she said.
Phillips placed a
knee on the bed, extending to the pillow on the far side of the bed.
Owen let her hand run over her friend’s ass to resume stroking the
wet pussy between her lover’s legs.
“Will you fuck
me?” Phillips asked, turning to lay diagonally across the bed with
a big rubber cock in each hand.
Owen bent to kiss
her friend between her long, beautiful legs. She ran her tongue
across Phillips clit before answering.
“I bought one for
each of us,” she said, diving back into Phillips.
“You were on top
last time,” Phillips said. “I want you
to sit on
face. Will you do it, baby?”
“I never thought
you would ask,” Owen said, taking one of the dildos and straddling
her friends head. She looked back at the beautiful face that would
lick her until she came.
Phillips eyes were
closed as she sucked the inside of Owen’s thigh. It was too soon
for a dildo. Owen lowered herself to the mouth of her lover, wishing
that she could watch.
“You know what I
would like to have in the new house?” Owen asked, as her friend
licked her delicately.
Phillips asked, from between Owen’s thighs.
said, licking her friends wet lips. “Mirrors everywhere, I want to
be able to watch you, tongue me out.”
said. “You’re bad, baby.”
“And like having
you between my legs, doesn’t make me that way?” Owen asked,
“You turn me on
too,” Phillips said. “I wanted to ask the first night that we
met. Do you remember it?”
“I do,” Owen
said, diving into her friend. “I do.”
had dressed like the girls that walked the streets at home. She had
seen them from time to time, a short blue dress, black stilettos and
a lot more makeup than she would ever wear at home.
She was looking for
her childhood friend, Janet Burrell. She had a photograph that she
wanted to show the girls in the city. Maybe someone would know
Owen thought that
her heels clicking on the broken concrete sounded aggressive, the way
that she felt.
One of the
prostitutes had the nerve to call her a bitch, before she turned to
walk off. Others laughed and began to depart. One of the younger
women remained. She was beautiful in a simple way, innocent. She
smoked at the remains of a cigarette the group had shared.
“Can I see that?”
Her voice was sweet
and kind, soft. The young prostitute had picked the scabs from
mosquito bites and looked pale from her occupation, but her eyes were
a bright green that cut through the night. She was beautiful and Owen
might have fallen for her then if not for the man they called, Mickey
Owen killed four men
a few nights later, with Mickey being the last. The young prostitute
was given the entire contents of the man’s wallet and instructed to
buy a bus ticket home.
Owen had never been
one to masturbate, but in the following year she did often thinking
of the beautiful girl standing against a graffiti covered brick wall
in heels. She would often close her eyes imagining what the girl
tasted like. She wanted to feel her warm body on top of her.
By chance, the pair
met just over a year later on the same dark city streets. They caught
up over breakfast in an all-night diner. Owen wanted to ask the young
woman to make love to her then. She had a few dollars in her purse
and she would get a room where she could enjoy herself.
The young, green
eyed woman was a prostitute, right? She had sex in exchange for
money. Owen feared that she might run the beautiful young woman that
she saw when she closed her eyes at night away.
It was in the
bathroom of the diner, where the two had first given over to fate.
Phillips—then known only as Brittany—sat on the toilet peeing
with her short dress up about her waist.
Owen couldn’t help
but to look between the prostitute’s legs. She wanted to lick and
suck everything between the young woman’s knees and her nipples.
There was little
room in the restaurant bathroom. Owen stood before Brittany as she
pissed. The prostitute raised the hem of Owen’s short dress,
exposing her panties.
Neither said a thing
as Owen slipped them off. Brittany kissed her and touched her in ways
that she could only imagine before.
When the prostitute
finally stood, they kissed for the first time, while continuing to
explore Owen’s sexual desires.
Brittany helped Owen
out of her dress. Owen bolted the bathroom door wearing only heels
and stockings. The pretty young woman continued to kiss her
passionately while probing between her legs. Owen had an orgasm only
to be followed by another as the young woman sucked her hard nipples.
Although short, it
was Owen’s first time with a woman. A couple of the dancers at a
club where she had worked had squeezed her nipples and she had
studied every curve of a few dancers, but Owen was much too timid to
initiate anything. As much as she wanted to experience the taste of a
woman, she was just too afraid to ask.
And then, by chance,
the pretty young prostitute with green eyes kissed her where no one
should have. Cum ran down the inside of her thighs as she closed her
eyes. Lucy Owen was in love with the flaxen haired beauty.
“I have some
money,” Owen said. “I can get a room. I’ll pay you, if you’ll
make love to me.”
“You don’t have
to pay me, Pandora,” the pretty young woman had said. “I want
this as much as you do.”
“No,” Owen said.
“I can’t ask you to give up what you might have made to be with
said. “I’ll do it for twenty-five?”
“I’ll give you a
hundred.” Owen said, dressed now and unbolting the bathroom door.
The pair departed
the diner holding hands like schoolgirls. They remained that way
until Owen unlocked a motel room door down by the highway.
After a passionate
night in the motel bed, Owen would have killed for her. Actually she
had a year earlier, but that was a different story.
said. “I forgot about a John
I promised to do in the morning.”
“Want me to come
along?” Brittany had asked.
“You would do
that?” Owen asked.
The pretty young
Owen may have been
in love with Brittany before, but she definitely was after watching
her fuck the John.
The curtain was
pulled back as Owen lay on a bare table with her legs spread. Ken
between them. Brittany kissed her tenderly and squeezed her hard
nipples as he ran his hard cock deeper into her.
“I love you,”
Brittany said, quietly.
It was more erotic
than Owen could have imagined spreading her legs for anyone below to
see. She was pretty and Brittany was pretty and if they wanted to
watch Ken Riley stuff his big cock into both of them, so be it.
When the John
his cock from her, only to ram it up her sore ass, Brittany soothed
her by stroking the wet pussy Riley had left behind.
“I love you too,”
Owen said, just before Riley stuck his fat cock in her mouth.
Brittany held Owen’s
legs apart to finish her off, using only her tongue. Owen was
exhausted and the prostitute knew it. The John
intent on stuffing himself into Owen’s ass again, the same tight
ass that Brittany had fucked the night before. Owen had cried when
Riley first shoved it in.
prostitute took the man’s hard, wet cock into her mouth to finish
him off. Owen was thankful for the break, she feared that he would
continue for quite a while and her ass hurt enough to make her cry.
stretched to accommodate the size of the fat cock in her hand. Owen
licked hers watching from the table. If she could have moved, she
would have licked the prostitute as she sucked Riley dry.
Phillips—Brittany—shared the one bedroom townhouse that Owen
rented. The beautiful young woman’s name was Emily Phillips, but
Owen though of her flaxen haired lover as only Brittany.
have much of an interest in men and that was alright with Owen. In
time maybe, the young woman would find the right man. Someone would
love her as she deserved, but for now, Owen was happy to have her
here if only for a short time.
very busy three or four weeks had passed since Phillips had accepted
Owen’s offer to live with her. Mrs. Burrell’s estate had to be
settled and the onetime prostitute enrolled herself in school. Owen
couldn’t have been more proud of her beautiful friend.
A whole night was
planned just to show the young woman how much she cared. They would
put on makeup, do their hair, slip into a cute dress and the high
heels they had worn when they met.
They would have
dinner, wherever Phillips desired and a few drinks. It was in fact,
all about Emily tonight.
After a night on the
town, the two girls would slip out of their short dresses. Owen
wanted to kiss her beautiful friend and tell her repeatedly just how
much she loved her. How much she meant to her.
And now the cat was
out of the bag, the two girls lay across a bed they shared enjoying
what the other had to offer.
done her makeup. After a long day of school and shower, Phillips was
just as plain as a girl could be. There were no stockings and no
asked, sucking Owen’s lips playfully.
said. Passion kept the answer to a soft whisper. She had enjoyed
nothing more in her young life than her friend making love to her.
“I know that you
had a big night planned,” Phillips said, kissing her lover between
each word. “But can we just stay in tonight?”
said. “I guess?”
With her eyes
closed, Phillips continued. “I know that you planned something
big,” she said. “And we can do it tomorrow night or the next?”
Owen slid her tongue
across her friend. She was wet and she wanted to be fucked with one
of the new toys she had purchased just for tonight. It was all she
could do to keep from fucking either of them in the days since she
had made the purchase. But she had and now she wanted one deep inside
of her. Maybe her friend was on to something?
said. “Do you want to stay here?”
“I do, baby,”
Phillips said, holding her friend apart to insert one of the toys in
the wetness that was Owen’s pussy. “I just want to be here with
you tonight and no one else.”
Owen closed her
eyes, having a small orgasm. She loved her new friend. If Phillips
wanted to stay here in bed, Owen would go along. A short black dress
hung in the closet, stockings lay over a chair.
there would be no dressing up and no fancy dinners or dancing.
Tonight the two girls would stay in, bathing in the glow of the love
they felt for each other.
Tonight, would be
all about Emily.
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