Emmy And Me

Work has been crazy and I just haven't had time to get any writing done. I'm hoping that things calm down in the next couple of days and I can post the next chapter on Saturday, but I can't make any promises right now.

I apologize for the interruption, dear readers, but I just simply couldn't find time to write the last few days.

To make up for it, I'm going to post a thing I wrote but cut from way back during Leah's first term at Stanford, before Stephanie slammed herself back into the closet:

Phone Secks

That night Stephanie called around nine. I was just relaxing, doing some of my assigned reading when my phone rang with her special ring tone- Prince’s “Little Red Corvette”.

“So. Where were we?” Steph asked.

“We were talking about cocoa butter,” I replied, putting my book down and snuggling deeper in my bed.

“”And what was it we were saying about cocoa butter?” Steph had switched on the sexy voice, and she knew I couldn’t resist it.

“I seem to recall we were talking about where on your body I would rub it.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Steph breathed into the phone. “I remember now.”

Our conversation got steamier and steamier, and I was definitely hot and bothered when Shinju opened the door and walked in.

My face turned red as a beet, even though I was sure Shinju hadn’t heard anything. “Steph, baby, my roommate just got home,” I said, but that didn’t cool down her side of the conversation.

“Did she catch you naked?” asked Steph. “I wish I was there. We would have been all over each other and she would have walked in on us getting it on.”

“Um, you’d like that?” I asked, surprised.

“Oh, hells yeah, baby. I’d love to see the look on her face. She’s totally straight, right?” Stephanie asked.

“Is this something you think about a lot?” This was an unexpected turn in things.

“No, not a lot, but sometimes,” Steph admitted.

Shinju had put on headphones and was listening to music to give me privacy, but I was still talking quietly so she couldn’t hear. “You like to think about us getting caught? Who by?”

“Well, I guess it isn’t so much as getting caught that I think about,” Steph replied, thinking about it. “It’s more being secretly watched.”

“You haven’t really answered my question, and now you’ve got me really curious. Who do you fantasize would be watching us?” I’d never suspected Stephanie for being an exhibitionist, but maybe I should have. After all, she loved showing herself off to me, right?

“It’s embarrassing,” Steph said, being coy.

“C’mon. You’ve let the cat out of the bag, and now you’re shy about it?” I teased.

“O.K. But promise you’re not going to tell anyone.”

“I promise.”

“I mostly imagine Mindy watching us, but sometimes other people. I have this fantasy where you come over to my house, and you don’t realize she’s already there. You come out to the pool and jump my bones, and Mindy comes out from my room where she was changing into her swim suit. She sees us, like, making out and stops, just watching us through the sliding patio door. You’re on top of me, just totally going to town, and I can see her just watching. We really get into it super hot and heavy, and Mindy just keeps on watching, getting totally turned on.” The fantasy did nothing for me, but I could tell from Steph’s voice and breathing that it was working for her.

“In your fantasy, does Mindy do anything but watch?” I ask, curious.

“No, she just watches, mainly.”

“Mainly?”

“Yeah, mainly.”

“Steph, can I ask you a question? Please don’t take this the wrong way, I just want to know.”

“What is it?”

“Did you used to imagine watching Emmy and me? Is that what was going on when we drove out to Emmy’s house way back when?” I asked, my voice gentle.

“Yeah,” Stephanie replied, so soft I could hardly hear it.

“It’s O.K., baby. I don’t mind. I was just curious, that’s all.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I used to wish I could see the two of you?” Steph’s voice was still uncertain.

“No, not at all,” I answered, but it wasn’t one hundred per cent true.

Emboldened by this, Steph added some detail. “I used to imagine the two of you all the time, actually. There was something so hot about thinking about you and Emmy, and when I’d see you guys kiss, it, like, would really send me over the edge, baby. God, it was so hot.”

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“I don’t really know why, either. I mean, I’ve been watching some girl-girl videos on line and they don’t do much of anything for me, but you and Emmy? Just thinking about it would get me hot.”

I wanted to tell Steph that this was all too much information, but I also didn’t want her to think that she needed to keep anything from me. “Did- did you know you were gay back then?” I asked.