Two Weeks of Sin

“What can I say? I tend to attract the crazies.”

“Nah, she wasn't crazy. She just wasn't a good fit for you,” she said. “For some reason, you always go after women that are not right for you, and I don't get it.”

“What don't you get?”

“How you keep going after the same type of woman. You could have any woman you wanted.”

“You're delusional,” I said with a chuckle.

“No, I'm just not blind,” she said.

Her cheeks were flushing pink and I noticed she was drinking less. Probably smart, all things considered. I didn't want her to go home drunk or anything like that. It would be a really nice way to piss off her parents, and that was the last thing I wanted.

We talked for a little while longer, and it started to get late. I heard someone step out onto the patio next door, and then her father's voice called out.

“Emma? Are you over there?”

“Yes, dad,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Don't you think it's about time to come home?”

“I'm fine, dad,” she said. “I'm an adult now, remember?”

I saw her father look over fence and scowl, shooting me a dark look, clearly upset about something. He muttered something under his breath before going back inside.

“I should probably get to bed anyway,” I said, feigning a yawn.

The last thing I wanted was for Emma and her father to argue. I didn't want him upset at me either. We had a good relationship and I hated the thought of jeopardizing that. After all, he was right. It was getting late and she still lived under his roof.

She pouted. “Really? I don't want to go home right now,” she said. “My father was being a dick earlier and honestly, I don't want to give him the satisfaction. I'm an adult and it's time they start treating me like one.”

“Wow,” I said, surprised at her language, especially concerning her father whom she'd always appeared close to.

“Sorry,” she said quietly. “We got into an argument earlier.”

“Ahhh, I see,” I said. I had no desire to get in the middle of their family arguments, so I collected the wine glasses and headed inside. Emma followed behind me with our dinner plates. “You know, Emma, you're always going to be his little girl, no matter how big you get. That's just something you're going to have to get used to. And he's always going to be protective of his little girl.”

“I'm not a little girl,” she said, putting the plates in the sink. She pulled off my sweatshirt, standing there in shorts and a tank top, her perky breasts exposed just enough to tease. “Do I look like a little girl to you?”

My voice caught in my throat and I felt my eyes widen as I drank her in. She stepped toward me, standing close enough that I could smell her sweet scent. She smelled like sandalwood and tropical flowers, the perfect perfume for a girl like her. Standing there, breathing her in, I found her utterly intoxicating. Her scent was heady and I was mesmerized. She stared up into my eyes, almost asking me to kiss her and awaiting my response.

Though I was nearly dizzy with the thought of feeling her lips pressed to mine, her body and those firm, perky breasts pressed tightly to my body, I managed to hold onto my senses, though just barely. I backed up, bumping into the sink as I did so.

“Uhh, well no,” I said. “Not at all. That's not what I meant. But, what I'm saying is – ”

“I know what you're saying,” she said. “And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of no one taking me seriously. I've always been the good girl. I've always done the right thing. I've always been the virgin waiting for the right man to come along, while my sister is out there having fun, sleeping with boys, and doing what she wants. Is it wrong that I'm jealous of her for that? Because I'm tired of being good only to have my father treat me like a juvenile delinquent he has to keep an eye on.”

“Maybe this is something you should talk to him about.”

She moved closer to me again, stood on her tip-toes, and licked her lips.

I felt her breath against my skin. It had been so long since I'd been this close to a woman, and my body was reacting accordingly, and embarrassingly. My pulse quickened, my heart thumped, and certain lower parts of my anatomy began to wake up.

“Or maybe I should just do what I want.” she purred.

“What do you want?” I asked her quietly.

“Do you really want to know?” She raised an eyebrow and laughed. “Because I'm afraid once I tell you, I won't be able to take it back and if you don't feel the same way – ”