Emmy And Me

Emmy seemed to be at a bit of a loss as far as what to do with herself the next few days. The Downfall was on hiatus, taking a break from practice and recording while the three got things sorted out in their lives. Jackson was in Texas trying to decide if he wanted to move back there full time, and Lee and Jen had moved to Los Angeles a few months before. Of course, we were going to move to LA, too, so the question for Jackson was whether he wanted to move back home and come out to LA when the band had work scheduled, or simply move to Los Angeles with the rest of us to make working with the band that much easier.

I know that the three of them had discussed remote collaboration, but I couldn’t imagine how well that would actually work. I think Emmy and Lee would be willing to give it a try if Jackson really wanted to move full-time back to Austin, but I know that Emmy was hoping he wouldn’t.

As for me, I did go back to my early morning workouts at the gym, and didn’t bump into Ashley again, to my relief. Slipping into a regular schedule of gym, work, then home was easy for me, since it wasn’t really very different from what I’d been doing for almost four years by this point- instead of school and volleyball, I had work at the office instead.

Of course, a lot of the time at the office was preparation for setting up in our Santa Monica location, but I didn’t think that was going to be as much of a shock to the system as most of my crew there in San Jose did. Most of my work was in front of a computer screen or with a phone in my hand anyhow, so except for the site visits and the occasional in-persons with potential sellers or buyers nothing would change. I was planning on spending some time up in the Bay Area even after we moved, so I could still do all the face to face meetings that might come up. It was just a matter of scheduling, that’s all.

I decided to keep my gym membership, too, since I’d want a place to work out when I was in town and I was comfortable there. Emmy and I talked about it, and we decided to buy a two-bedroom condo in a high-rise not too far from the airport and the office for those times I’d be up in the area for work. I had originally thought I could just stay with Michael and Jassie, but staying in the guest room of the townhouse we’d moved out of would be a bit weird, so instead we wound up spending seven hundred grand on an apartment with a sweeping view of a freeway interchange.

At least decorating the place gave Emmy something to do. She had the apartment painted, re-carpeted and new light fixtures installed in no time, and was happy as a clam finding just the right furniture and furnishings for the place. Since Sana had already quit working at the office, Emmy dragged her (and little Aaron) all over the place looking at linens, tableware, and who even knows what. But hey, it kept Emmy busy and distracted, so I was happy to encourage it.

One evening, Emmy came home with a couple of sheet sets she was considering. “Which one do you prefer?” she asked, holding up the two contenders.

“Whichever you like,” I said, but that was the wrong answer.

“Leah,” Emmy said in a scolding tone. “This is mostly for you. You will be the one staying in the apartment when you are here for work, not me. You will be the one sleeping on these sheets, so you should be the one who will choose which to buy.”

“Wait, what?” I asked. “Are you saying you won’t be coming up here with me? I’m not sure I want to keep coming back up here to the Bay Area if it means being apart from you,” I said.

Emmy’s eyes softened, and she replied, “That is sweet. But we both know it is… bullshit,” she said, seeing through my ploy. “I will come up with you when I can, but I do not wish to be stuck here with nothing to do while you have your meetings and spend your days at the office. No, we both know you will be here on your own more often than not.”

Sighing, I made my best puppy-dog face, sticking out my lower lip in an exaggerated pout. “I guess the sheets won’t matter so much then, since I’ll just have to bring sheets off our bed in LA with me so they smell like you.”

The look on Emmy’s face told me I’d scored a hit with that one. “Oh, Leah,” she sighed. “I do love you so very much,” she said as she climbed onto my lap, straddling my legs. She took my face in her hands and leaned in for a long, slow, tender kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in tight, increasing the body contact and deepening the kiss.

When Emmy pulled away for a breath, I murmured “I’m gonna miss you, you know. The week you were in New York was torture.”

Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, Emmy whispered in my ear, “It was difficult for me as well. I had fun with the boys and enjoyed spending time with Stephanie, but it was not the same as being with you.”

Cupping my hands under her butt, I stood up, lifting the two of us out of the seat. Emmy gasped in surprise as I did so. “You are so amazing! So strong,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around my hips as I carried her upstairs to the bedroom that would be ours for only a few more days.

“You truly are incredible," Emmy said as I climbed the stairs. “You are not even breathing hard!”

“I will be soon.” I growled, getting one of Emmy’s sparkling laughs in return.

“Oh?” she asked. “Why is that?”

Instead of a verbal response, I simply tossed her onto the bed, eliciting another squeak of surprise from Emmy. I stood next to the bed, staring straight into her eyes as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt.

“What are you doing?” Emmy asked in fake alarm.

“You’ll see soon enough,” I said, my voice husky.

Keeping up the pretense, Emmy scooted back on the bed until her she hit the headboard as I unbuttoned and dropped my pants to my ankles, then kicked them off.

“Oh, no!” Emmy cried out in mock panic.

“Oh, yes,” I growled. “Oh, yes.”

Once all my clothes were off and I was completely bare, I flexed a bit, tensing up my muscles for effect. “Oh, yes,” I said again, my voice low.

“What are you going to do?” Emmy asked, her voice high and squeaky.

“I’m going to do you!” I replied, climbing up onto the bed and catching her ankle in my hand.

“Oh, no!” Emmy exclaimed again as I pulled her to me, then unbuttoned her jeans with my free hand.

“Won’t someone please save me?” Emmy cried out as she helped me get her jeans off her hips.

“There is no-one that can save you from me now!” I declared as I pulled her jeans free of her legs and tossed them aside. “You are mine, you sweet little thing. All mine!”

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and gave them a tug as Emmy lifted her butt up to make the removal easier.

“What have I ever done to deserve this fate?” she wailed as she kicked the panties off her ankle and over the side of the bed.

Without further warning, I reached and grabbed her hips from below and lifted her up. I pulled her to me, my face parting her legs as I hoisted her lower body into the air.

“Oh, no!” Emmy said again, but this time it was more of a moan as my face plunged right to her perfect little pussy. She was already a bit wet, her arousal clear. As I went to work with my tongue and my lips, the heels of her feet pushed against my upper back as she tried to pull me into where she needed me. Her hands were in my hair, yanking and tugging me in her need.

I was bearing all of of the weight of our two bodies on my knees, as Emmy’s head was barely even touching the bed by this point. Emmy was moaning and gasping with pleasure, calling out “Eat me, you beast! Eat me until there is nothing left!” as she writhed in pleasure.

Of course, I had my mouth full, so I could only respond with non-verbal growls as I feasted. The vibrations seemed to drive Emmy even wilder, so I kept it up as I suckled on her perfect little pearl and lapped at her labia like a cat with a saucer of milk.

Emmy came with a giant, full-body shudder, but I didn’t even slow down despite her tugs on my hair turning to her trying to shove me away. Soon enough, though, she was back to needing me even closer and wave number two hit only a few minutes later. I was going to go for number three when Emmy protested.

“No, beast, you have taken all I have to give,” she groaned. “Please, let me rest.”

I lowered her down to the bed, enjoying the sight of her boneless body, her head lolling to the side. Her legs were spread out wide, my knees just touching her butt, so I parted my knees to scoot up higher. I trailed my hands up her legs, then up the front of her shirt, which I unbuttoned slowly, tenderly, and with obvious intent. I slid an arm under her shoulders to lift her up since she was in no shape to help me remove her shirt, still unable to move on her own. I took my time, but eventually I got her shirt and lacy black bra off and laid her back on the bed.

The look on her face told me that she was faking her passivity, as her eyes were bright and playful. I ran my hands over her body, stroking her smooth, satiny skin. It struck me that it had been a while since I had even given any thought to how unusual her charcoal black coloration was- it had been years since I’d even noticed Emmy’s difference.

Emmy’s skin was so smooth, so perfect, so beautiful, the emotion rose too high and I couldn’t help it. Tears welled up in my eyes as I cupped her breast in one hand while stroking her sharp hip bone with the thumb of my other hand.

“What is wrong?” Emmy asked, alarmed.

“Nothing,” I said, my voice raspy. “I just love you so much, Em.”

“Why are you crying?” Emmy asked, reaching up to wipe a tear off my cheek.

“Tears of happiness, I guess,” I said. “I’m crying because you’re so beautiful.”

“That does not make sense,” Emmy replied with a little frown of puzzlement.

“No, it doesn’t,” I agreed, “But it’s true.”

Emmy pushed herself up and straddled my lap again, holding me close and kissing my tears away as she murmured some words too softly for me to really hear. She took my head in her hands and leaned in, touching her forehead to mine.

“I love you ever so much, Leah,” she said, her voice gentle. “I only want to make you happy, that is all. I will do whatever I can to that end, always.”

“I love you, Em,” I said, holding her tight. “More than I can say.”

We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, kissing, whispering that we loved each other more than life itself.

Eventually, Emmy suggested a bath. It had been a while since we’d had good soapy time, so I wasn’t about to turn down the idea down. As usual, the water was way too hot for me at first, but that was the way Emmy liked it so I just slid in very slowly, as I always did.

Reclined, with Emmy leaning back against me, we just enjoyed the comfortable silence for a while. Eventually Emmy said, “I was not fair to you, earlier.”

“What?” I asked, realizing I’d zoned out.

“You satisfied me earlier, but I left you unfulfilled,” Emmy explained.

“You mean when we had sex?” I asked.

“Yes,” Emmy replied. “You are such a generous lover, Leah. You know that is my favorite game, and you never ask for anything in return.”

“You mean the beast thing? Em, that isn’t just for you. I like that, too.”

“You enjoy dominating me, taking me like that?” Emmy asked, a bit surprised.

“That isn’t quite how I would phrase it, but yeah, I do like that. I like it a lot,” I said.

“I am glad that you enjoy that as much as I do,” Emmy said, her voice soft. “It is a very warm feeling, you handling me like that. So powerful and fierce, but I know that it is playful love. You would never hurt me, so strong though you may be.”

“I would never hurt you,” I agreed. “At least, not very much,” I said as I pinched her nipple.

“Hey!” Emmy complained, covering her breasts with her hands. “I am still very sensitive!”

“I like my prey to feel it,” I growled in her ear.

“Oh, you!” Emmy said, turning around in the tub to face me. “I will get my revenge!”

“And how will you do that?” I asked.

“I will make love to you until you cannot move, until you beg for mercy. Then, I will make love to you even more, until you are nothing more than a mass of boneless flesh, unable to stop my onslaught!” Emmy declared.

Shrugging, I said, “Sounds good to me. When can we start?”

Emmy was true to her word once we got out of the tub and dried off. She worked on me for what felt like hours, kissing, tonguing, stroking, penetrating… she was everywhere all at once, but at the same time, somehow slow to build me up, then easing off to let me step back from the edge before increasing the tempo again.

I don’t know how many times I came, but eventually I was as Emmy had promised- completely unable to get my body to move under my own control. As I lay there, splayed out and insensate, Emmy sat on me, straddling me and rubbing herself on my belly, slowly spreading her juices on my abs. Her hips slowly rocking back and forth was hypnotic, as was seeing her slit vanish as she slid forward, only to reappear as her hips rotated back as she slid down my belly. Her hands were on my shoulders, and her breasts swayed temptingly above me as she slowly got herself off.

I wanted to touch, to grab, to squeeze and fondle, but even more, I just wanted to watch as Emmy used my belly to rub one out. She was masturbating, and I was her sex toy. I was completely O.K. with that.

Gradually she started to speed up, eventually becoming more and more frantic until suddenly she stilled, her muscles tense for a moment, then she sagged, drooping down a bit. I took this as my opportunity and lifted her up a bit, sliding down until Emmy was straddling my face. Emmy leaned forward and put her hands on the headboard, and I dove back in to that sweet little pussy of hers. She resumed rocking her hips, pleasuring herself as I put my tongue and lips to good use. I could feel her tempo increase, so I slowed down to match as she sped up, driving her crazy.

“Leah…” she pleaded, wanting to get off.

I relented and stopped edging her, committing to giving her the best orgasm of the night. When she finally came, it was with a cry out loud, which is something I’d never heard her do before- she’d always been silent in the past.

I held her through the aftershocks, until finally her body stopped trembling against mine as we spooned.

“Oh, Leah, that was…” Emmy said, at a loss for words.

“Better than with Stephanie?” I asked, teasing.

“Much, much better,” Emmy agreed, running with the joke.

Over breakfast the next morning Emmy asked “Will you miss this place?”

“This house has a lot of good memories for me,” I said, looking around.

“I meant Palo Alto, Stanford, the Bay Area,” Emmy said, gesturing broadly.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “I’ve already said goodbye to my teammates, and most of my friends are moving away anyhow, so it really is like they say- things change.”

“You have your office, and I know that you have friends outside of school,” Emmy said, not letting go.

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me,” I said. “On Saturday I have a track day at Sonoma. Want to come?”

“Why did that remind you?” Asked Emmy.

“Well, James Atherton got a new car and he wants to try to put me in my place,” I said with a laugh.

“James? Will he bring his wife?” Emmy asked.

“I don’t know. Want me to ask? I do know that the bet between us is that whoever loses on the track has to buy dinner at the Laundry, so I’d imagine that Imogen will be there.”

“Then I will go, too,” Emmy announced. Then, she asked “Do you think he will beat you? And how will you even know? It is a track practice day, not a race, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, just a track day, and we’ll know. It’s just bragging rights, that’s all,” I explained.

“Do you think his new car will be faster than yours?”

“Nah, no way,” I said. “Sure, it’s a supercar worth over a million bucks, but after all, it’s still a street car. My car is purpose built for the track, and takes no prisoners. Now, if the question were which car would be better for a drive in the country, well, hell. My car isn’t even close to street legal.”

“So you will win, then?” Emmy asked.

“No, I won’t,” I said with a laugh. “Because I’m gonna let him have his day. James is a good guy, and I want him to enjoy his new car. I’m gonna push him, make him work for it, but ultimately, I’ll let him beat me.”

“Letting someone else defeat you seems very unlike the Leah that I know and love,” Emmy said with a laugh.

“That’s why it’ll work,” I said, laughing along with her. “Nobody would believe I’d ever intentionally throw a fight.”

“Throw a fight?” Emmy asked, puzzled by the idiom.

Emmy and I drove up to the track early, since I wanted to get everything squared away without having to rush around. I’d driven the Aston, thinking maybe I could get in a session in the Vantage just for laughs.

It was easy to find the toy hauler belonging to the track support company I used, and I was glad to see they’d already set up the hospitality tent and had the car in the garage. I’d told James what to look for, and he rolled up (with his wife) in the Porsche soon enough.

“Damn, James, she looks even better in person,” I said, as the two got out of the car. “The car, too,” I added.

Imogen gave me a smile and said, “Now, Leah- and right in front of your wife, too.”

“Eh- I’m sure she’d agree,” I replied with a wink.

“Leah,” James said, getting my attention. “Where should I park this thing?”

“Give the keys to Reggie there in the orange vest,” I said. “He’ll check it over and get it teched.”

“Have you always used these guys?” James asked, admiring the professionalism of the crew.

“Yeah, since I got real serious about it,” I said. "Here, let me introduce you.”

After introducing James to the crew, I showed him around the garage, then the toy hauler that had brought my car up from Oakland, and last of all, the hospitality tent, where Imogen and Emmy were chatting about home decorating.

“What does all this cost?” James asked, admiring the turn-key service The Track Club offered.

“Does it matter?” I asked with a grin.

“No, I guess it doesn’t, does it?” James admitted.

“Seriously, since my car isn’t street legal, I’d need a toy hauler and truck of my own anyhow, right? And garage space for all of that, too. Plus, I’d need a shop that would check and tune the car, plus change tires, and so on. After a while, it starts to look like real money, you know? So a service like this makes sense, even if it is expensive. In fact, I’m not the only one they do this for. I know a couple of other guys that use The Track Club.”

“You said they are based out of Oakland, right? How far do they travel? If I wanted to do a track day up in, say, Pacific Raceway, would they transport up there?” James asked, intrigued.

“Sure,” I said with a shrug. “They charge for the travel, but so what?”

“You’ve gotta get me in with ‘em,” James said, his eyes gleaming with the thought.

“Sure,” I said. “No problem.”

After the drivers’ meeting, we rode back to the pit in the Track Club golf cart. “Damn, I could get used to this,” James said, enjoying not having to walk.

“James, you have money. A ton of it. Why not enjoy it?” I asked as we passed all the pedestrians unfortunate enough to have to walk.

We took the first few sessions easy, so James could get used to his car at track speeds, but then, after lunch, it was ‘game on!’

James was a good driver, and of course, the Porsche 918 was an incredible car, but my predictions to Emmy had been accurate. Our two cars were fairly even on horsepower, since I’d had Reggie dial the boost back on my GT-R. Mine, though, was a pure race car and was built for speed on the track and held a significant edge in that respect. Also, and this really can’t be emphasized enough, no matter how good the tires James had on the Porsche, they were still street tires. My race tires weren’t going to last beyond the day, but they had unequalled grip while they lasted.

I played it up as I’d told Emmy I would, edging out James the first session, then running the same speeds as him for a couple of sessions, then letting him sneak away the second to last session. It was all high-fives and back slapping every time we got out of the cars, and James was all smiles, especially once we really got to dicing. There were a few other really high-dollar cars on the track, and it was a blast running up the exhaust pipes of the McLarens and Ferraris in my big, mean green machine.

James offered me the key to the Porsche for the last session of the day, so we swapped cars. Driving that Porsche was both amazing, and a little bit disappointing. Disappointing in the sense that it was too sterile, too much involvement from the electronic nannies that kept it all under control and pointed in the right direction. Don’t get me wrong, it would make a truly awesome road car, and was light years more comfortable than my loud, brutish Nissan, but still…

Back at the pit, James gave me the usual fist bump, then pointed at my Godzilla. “How do you even drive this thing?” he asked. “It felt like it wanted to kill me, along with everybody else on the track!”

“Yeah, it does that,” I agreed with a laugh, taking off my helmet.

“What did you think of the Spyder?” James asked, pointing to his baby blue and orange car.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said, running a hand over the car’s roof. “If you ever decide to sell, I claim first right to buy it.”

“Fair enough,” James said with a laugh.