The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World (2 page)

“Hellooo, Emma, you there?”
Brooke asked while standing beside her treadmill.

“You know him?”

“Uh,” Emma stammered as she
came out of her reverie. “No, I was just…noticing him.”

“I’ll say. He is definitely
worth noticing. If I didn’t already have Jack, I would hit that,”
Brooke said with a playful grin.

“Brooke!” Emma pretended to
be offended by Brooke pretending to talk like a man even though she
found it both endearing and ironic. Brooke had been with her
boyfriend for three years now and everyone knew Jack was saving up
to get her a gigantic rock before he proposed.

“Well, I’m heading out. I’ll
see you at the office.”

“See ya.”

Emma looked back over at the
object of her fantasy and saw he was stopping and packing up. He
turned, met her eyes briefly with no expression, and quickly headed
towards the men’s locker room.

Emma’s energy evaporated.
Her body felt thick and heavy. The mileage on the monitor read two
point five miles. Had she run that long while fantasizing about her
mystery man? What a great running tool, she noted to
herself.

She replayed his expression
and soon the questions began racing through her head as she
gathered her stuff to head to the showers. Could he tell she was
fantasizing about him? What did that last look mean? Was he not
interested? Was he taken? She hadn’t noticed a ring. Had he taken
one off to work out? She tried to put the questions out of her mind
as she headed to the showers to get ready for work.

Emma’s day went by with
relative ease. With nothing pressing to occupy her mind her
thoughts kept alternating between her mystery man and her sexual
memoir with all the memories it contained. She had felt, in turn,
heated as she remembered her fantasy about him, then confused as
she remembered his expressionless face. Then her mind would veer
off to parts of the memoir and get nostalgic for all of the sexual
adventures written on its pages.

After a low key dinner out
with Brooke and Jack after work, she headed back to her apartment
to relax.

As she got ready for bed,
she got out her sexual memoir. Her experience with the mystery
runner had only intensified her desire to relive those chapters in
her life. She smiled as she held it and settled naked into her bed.
She started reading it and the heat slowly seeped across her entire
body as she remembered what she had written. She began playing with
her clit and fingering herself as she read her first
story.

Chapter 3

I was 18 and had just
started college here in the big city three weeks prior to this
impromptu fuck. As fast and solitary as the experience was, it was
meaningful for me because it was the first sex I had here at school
and the first sex I had since breaking up with my high school
boyfriend a month earlier. But most importantly, it was, at that
point, the best sex I had ever experienced.

A group of seniors from my
dorm had invited me to go out with them that night. We were all on
the dorm governing board. I was the freshman rep and I think they
thought they were showing me the ropes and helping out the new girl
from Texas.

The six of us headed up to
an Irish pub on 14
^th
street near Union Square. The lighting was dark
and there was already a large raucous crowd at the end of the bar.
Two bartenders worked the bar. The first was older, mid-thirties.
He had a large build and a no-nonsense look on his face. The second
was mid-twenties, medium build, black wavy hair, pale skin, and
blue eyes that sparkled at me when I walked in. I blushed as he
watched me with a pointed gaze while we sat down.

Noticing this, one of the
girls in our group, Megan, nudged me and whispered, “Alec has his
eye on you. Take my advice, enjoy him if you ever get the chance.”
She smiled knowingly as she told me this. I was both shocked and
intrigued by her comment.

I had been pretty busy with
school and hadn’t met anyone that I would want to date yet. I had
thought about trying a hookup, but not with a man. The bartender,
Alec, was not a boy, but a man. I’m sure he had been around in the
world, as Megan had intimated. As the idea of that slowly settled
in my mind I could feel my entire body heating up. I became very
aware of what I was wearing at that moment, a short sleeve white
button down shirt and short navy skirt.

We gathered around a large
table near the front and Robbie, the president on the board,
pledged to buy us all the first round of drinks.

“Ok, so what is everyone
having? Hey, new girl, what is it…Emma? Get the orders together and
I’ll flag down the waitress. I’ll have a White Russian,” he said.
The drink orders were coming at me from every direction. “Just a
cider, Sam Adams, Bud Light, apple martini.” I quickly scrounged in
my purse, found a pen, and wrote the orders down on my
hand.

“What are you having, Tex?”
Megan asked.

“I’m not sure actually. I’ve
only ever had beer,” I replied.

Excited sounds erupted from
our crowd at this and Megan said, “Well, in that case, you need to
start with a Long Island Iced Tea. It’s the drink of NYC and it’s
only right your inaugural
real
drink be that. Plus, Robbie’s paying.” She giggled
in Robbie’s direction as she said this. He acknowledged her with a
smile and went back to craning around searching for a waitress. Two
waitresses worked furiously to tend to the large and loud group in
the back. Exasperated, Robbie turned back to the table.

“They won’t make it over
here. I’m going to the bar. Bring your hand Emma,” Robbie said,
motioning for her to follow him. As we walked towards the bar, the
younger bartender stared at me with a pleased smile and waited to
serve us.

“So what can I get for you,
lass?” I couldn’t believe he was really Irish! Both he and Robbie
noticed my wide eyes and laughed.

“Read your hand, Tex,” said
Robbie.

I read the drinks off of my
hand and the bartender moved swiftly to get them. His movements
were smooth and fast. I noticed his fingers were very strong as he
held three bottles in one hand. He flashed a quick smile as he set
them down. Robbie picked them up and headed back to the table. The
bartender leaned toward me after he’d gone.

“What’s your name,
sweetheart?”

His accent was thick and I
felt giddy every time I heard it. His eyes were a stunning clear
blue and he was smiling at me with a mischievous look on his face.
He had long black eyelashes and a five o’clock shadow. I felt heat
gathering between my legs. At that moment, I had the uncontrollable
urge to touch him. On impulse, I reached out and put my hand up to
his cheek. I felt the warmth of his skin along with the roughness
of his stubble. I suddenly became aware of what I had done and drew
my hand away quickly while turning beet red.

With a pleased smile on his
face he said, “You can call me Alec. And yes, I am from Ireland. Do
you have a name or are you going to make me guess?” He reached over
and touched my hand. I jumped and flushed once again. We locked
eyes and both laughed at my nervous reaction.

“Emma. I’m Emma. I just
moved here.”

“Well, Emma, I, for one, am
glad such a beautiful lass as you decided to join us here in this
fine city. It’s nice to meet you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to finish up your drinks,” he said.

“Oh, oh, of course.
Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,
sweetheart. I’ve always got time for a beautiful girl,” he said
with a wink.

Robbie came up to the bar as
Alec turned around to make the drinks.

“Now Emma, we can all see
you have a huge crush on the bartender, but you’re slowing down the
flow of alcohol. Not acceptable behavior from a new freshman rep,”
Robbie said.

“I do not have a crush! I
don’t even know him,” I exclaimed.

“Knowledge of character is
not necessary to stir the powerful hormones that we, as the young
people of this world, are full of. To deny their power is to deny
yourself, Emma. This is college. Have some fun.”

Alec came up with our two
drinks and Robbie left him his credit card.

“See ya later, sweetheart,”
Alec said as he turned with Robbie’s card and walked toward the
register. I noticed the delicious ‘V’ shape of his build he walked
away. Hormones, it’s only natural for me to feel this way. Go with
it. Enjoy college. Okay. I can do this. Robbie and I grabbed our
drinks and headed back to the table (reluctantly on my
part).

“It’s an amazing course. It
forces you to think about everything in a whole new light,” Megan
said.

“You just like it because
the professor is young and hot,” said Bryan.

“That does help. I’m sure
he’ll have his pick of them this year, looking like he does and
teaching that course,” Megan said.

“What course?” I asked
between long sucks on the straw of my drink.

“Sexual Diversity in
Society. It’s this great sociology course. It’s an upper level
course so you might not be able to take it for a couple of years.
But, in my opinion, it will be worth the wait,” Megan
said.

“And she thinks the
professor is hot,” Bryan said.

“Well, if you’re going to be
talking in front of strangers about how many times you masturbate a
week or whether you like anal sex, wouldn’t you want a hot guy
mediating that discussion to sort of…get you going?”

“Do
you like anal sex?” Robbie asked teasingly.

“And how many times a week
do you masturbate? Inquiring minds want to know?” Bryan
asked.

“Do tell,” I added,
immediately regretting my attempt at being part of the
conversation. I actually did want to know, though. The image of
Megan on her back in my bed with her legs spread pulling a vibrator
in and out of her popped into my head. The thought brought about a
tingling sensation in my pussy. Unfortunately, my pushing her upset
the invisible pecking order that I was not aware of until that
moment.

Megan slowly turned her
whole attention to me. I nervously took another long suck on my
straw that ended with the sound of slurping. My chest and face felt
hot.

“Emma. As our newest member,
we need to learn more about you. Why don’t you start by telling us
how many times
you
masturbate in a week,” Megan said with a smirk on her
face.

The whole table was silent,
waiting eagerly for my answer. Their eyes were boring holes in me
and I could only imagine the images that were in their minds the
way Megan had been in mine.

“Well,” I said, not wanting
to back down and be ignored for the rest of year, “I used to once a
week or so with the shower head and a shampoo bottle back home. But
I haven’t done it since I got here.” I couldn’t believe I just
shared that.

“Why not?” Robbie asked. I
looked around, stalling, and saw Megan’s smirk had been replaced
with a triumphant look. I also caught Alec’s eye. His warm smile
was a welcome refuge from the hot seat I was sitting in. He
motioned with his eyes towards my empty glass then nodded his head
slightly to see if I wanted another. I nodded my head. I would need
another drink if I was going to get through this hazing
tonight.

“Well…?” Robbie
asked.

“You don’t have a vibrator
do you?” asked Megan. She looked around and noticed me staring at
the Alec who had gone about making my drink.

“You don’t need a vibrator.
You need a man, don’t you?” she asked.

“What are you talking about,
Megan? We’re talking about masturbation here, not sex,” Bryan
said.

“We may be talking about
masturbation, but she’s thinking about Alec taking her,” Megan
replied.

I had allowed the
conversation to continue without me since I was distracted, as
Megan pointed out. When I heard her say the words ‘Alec taking her’
that image popped into my head. We were on my bed his naked body
over mine, his hips thrusting into me hard, my legs wrapped around
his waist, and me moaning loudly. The image brought a new pulsing
to my sex.

“Emma, you need to take that
bartender home tonight, don’t you?” Robbie teased, nudging Megan as
he did so.

The fact that they wouldn’t
move on and required an answer of some kind from me brought me back
to the present.