3 comments/ 27809 views/ 22 favorites The Escalation of Emily By: MuyLargo1 My living situation for the summer was a little different, but was definitely going to save some cash for a struggling grad student. I was 24, going into my last year of grad school, and working at an internship about 600 miles from school. Instead of sub-letting an apartment or trying to find a place to stay for three months in a distant city, I was staying with the parents of my friend Melissa, who were letting me stay free of charge in Melissa's old room. When they heard I was going to be working in town they insisted that I stay with them. I was not too proud for charity. Mounting student loans had eliminated that kind of pride long ago. I have to admit that the first few weeks were a little awkward. It was hard for me to determine what was expected of me. Should I eat dinner regularly with Dave and Terrie (Melissa's parents) and their daughter Emily? What about when they were watching television in the evening – should I just join them, or wait for an invitation? Or, should I just retreat to my room where I could work, read, surf the internet, or watch television on my own? Would they consider that anti-social? And then there was Emily. Emily is the little sister of my friend Melissa. She was still an undergrad student, between her junior and senior years, a couple months from her 21st birthday. Emily still lived at home during the summer. Of course, that "living at home" thing was somewhat relative. She went to school locally; so, had plenty of social engagements throughout the summer that kept her busy. The first few weeks I rarely saw her. On the occasions when I decided that I should take part in a "family" activity, she was often out with friends, leaving me to hang out with Dave and Terrie alone. Melissa and Emily are very similar in some ways. Both are short. Melissa is maybe 5'2", while Emily couldn't be more than 5 feet tall. Both are, well, well-endowed. I am not exactly a pro with bra sizes, but I assume both are at least size Ds. Both are outgoing and very social – I guess you could describe them as "perky" or "social butterflies." Both have generally round faces, soft features, and very large eyes. Of course, there are differences too. Melissa has black hair and brown eyes, while Emily has blonde hair and soft blue eyes. Both have noses that are on the smaller side (compared to their eyes), but Emily's nose is a little more pointed than Melissa's. Emily also has more prominent dimples when she smiles, which, combined with her slight size makes her look even younger than her 20 years. As I said earlier, for the first few weeks, it was a little weird living with the parents of a friend for the summer. However, as the weeks went on, I got more comfortable with the situation, and all of us seemed to develop a "groove" so to speak. I went to work, attended work social functions (of which there were plenty for summer interns), and occasionally sat down to breakfast or dinner with the family. I got to know Dave and Terrie pretty well, who turned out to be pretty fantastic people. Dave was a former business consultant. I'm still not exactly sure what he consulted on, but I know he did it well enough to retire early and work on his dream job –purchasing and then running a skating rink and entertainment center in town. He much preferred to talk about that job than his former consulting work, and so we talked about the "Center" as he called it quite often. Terrie is an interior director who, by the looks of her home, definitely knows what she is doing. We had conversations on art, sports, and politics, and I found it very easy to get to know and talk to both of them. The one thing that took me the longest to get used to was the room situation. Dave and Terrie owned a three level house. The basement included a large rec/weight room and entertainment room, and a bedroom for when their aging parents visited. The second (ground) floor contained the Master bedroom, and then the rooms you would normally see on the main floor – the kitchen, dining room, living room, and another sitting room. Upstairs there was an open area / balcony leading off the stairs. At one end of the balcony were two adjoining bedrooms, and at the other end was single bedroom. The two adjoining bedrooms shared a bathroom - I think it's called a Jack and Jill bathroom. Those two rooms were Melissa's old room and Emily's room. The third room used to be Melissa and Emily's older brother's, but was now being used as an office / art room for Terrie's work. That meant that I was in Melissa's room, and shared an adjoining bathroom with Emily. At the beginning of the summer, this concerned me, mainly because I didn't want to cause any problems and could see how both of us using a bathroom could get awkward. However, my concerns never really played out. Occasionally, when we were both up and getting ready at the same time, I would shower in the bathroom that was attached to the office at the other end of the upstairs, but I preferred to use the bathroom connected to my room. Emily didn't seem to mind, and because she was gone so often there really wasn't ever much of an issue. Emily and I got along fine. Emily was similar to Melissa; she could strike up a conversation about anything with anyone and keep it going. She wasn't around often, but when she was I generally enjoyed my time talking with her. Most of the time we discussed what was happening at her college or at our respective jobs. Occasionally, she would be watching a movie late at night and I would join her, and we just hung out. I almost considered her my little sister. I mean, she was the little sister of my good friend (who had always been a "mere" platonic friend), and I was getting along with her parents so well I just felt like one of the family. Of course, as these things often do, something happened to change that feeling. It was a Wednesday night, after about a month, which put me about 1/3 of the way through my internship. I was coming home around 8:00 after another social event with my employer and fellow interns. I knew Terri was at her normal Wednesday night meeting, and that Dave would be working at the Center late, so I assumed I would be coming home to an empty house. So, I was surprised to see Emily's car in the driveway. I pulled in the driveway and came through the garage. As I entered through the basement I half expected to see Emily watching television in the entertainment room or working out in the rec room. Instead, the basement was dark, so I turned on the lights and walked upstairs. I went into the kitchen, and opened the fridge to find something to drink. I wasn't being especially quiet, but hadn't heard anything from Emily yet. Maybe a friend had picked her up and she was out. I grabbed a soda and popped the tab before taking a quick drink. I then turned to walk upstairs to my bedroom. I slowly picked my way upstairs, a little weary from the long day of working and then having to stay "on" socially for even more hours after work. As I crested the top of the stairs, I noticed Emily's door ajar and her light on. I stepped onto the balcony, when suddenly my eyes caught quite the sight. There was Emily, in a pink bra and matching pink thong, standing just insider her doorway and facing into her room. I immediately stopped and stared. I am sure my jaw dropped. After maybe two seconds, she turned her head toward me. Her large blue eyes grew wide, and I swear I saw her face turn a little brighter shade of red within the few seconds it took her to process what was happening. After she did, she quickly reached out and shut her door. However, that maybe five seconds was plenty of time for my "view" of Emily to completely change. She was all woman, and beautiful. Her blonde hair had framed her face perfectly, and fallen down to just above the rise of her breasts. And those breasts... Yes, they were (sadly) hidden in a pink bra, but it was apparent that they were everything I assumed and more. Probably even larger than the size D I earlier assumed – yet, so round and so real. Below those gorgeous breasts she had a flatter stomach than I had expected, leading down to that pink thong. She was initially turned sideways to me for a second, so I got to see the roundness of her little ass for a second before she realized what was up. That then led into two slender legs that looked quite sexy in just a bra and thong. Her figure was short, but quite well put together. I stood outside on the balcony for what seemed like ten minutes, just pondering what I had seen. It was like I was in shock, and didn't know what to do next. I felt bad about staring and not saying something right away, but come on, when a guy happens on a sight like that the brain doesn't work quite right. I mean, blood flow and all. Eventually, though, I realized I needed to get out of there before she came back out, or we would probably have a pretty awkward conversation. I wanted to avoid that for as long as possible, so I quickly moved to my room and closed my door, where I stayed for the rest of the night. I didn't hear from or see Emily the rest of the night or the next day. I wasn't necessarily "avoiding" her, but I also didn't want to discuss our little incident and I worried she might try. However, I needn't have worried. Friday morning rolled around and as I wandered downstairs for breakfast, there she was sitting at the kitchen table, eating eggs and bacon with her mom, wearing some comfortable pajama pants and an oversize sweatshirt, hiding the figure I had seen two nights before. I sat down, and Terrie offered me eggs and bacon, which I gratefully accepted. It wasn't often that I enjoyed a full homemade breakfast as a poor grad student, and I certainly wasn't going to turn one down now. Emily immediately struck up a conversation with me about some recent happenings at our jobs. This appeared to be a continuation of a conversation she had been having with her mom, who joined right in. Emily finished eating, but hung around until I was done as we continued our conversation. We were having a great time, getting to know one another, laughing and joking together. It was like nothing had happened Wednesday night. I decided that nothing had, and that if this summer was going to keep going as easily as before I would continue in that vein. Finally, Emily stood up and announced that she needed to head off to get dressed before work. I needed to do the same, so we all headed our separate ways for the day. That weekend, I didn't see much of Emily, Terrie, or Dave. I was invited to a party Friday night, and stayed out late into the night, rolling in after everyone else was in bed. I spent most of Saturday around the house, helping out with some yard work and reading some, but Emily, Dave and Terrie were off at various activities and I spent most of the day on my own. Sunday I went to a baseball game with some friends, so didn't see anyone in the family until after dinner. The next week was busy at work, a whirlwind of activity. I had a big project I was helping out on, and since the guys I was working with were working late hours I was doing so as well, shadowing them, eating in the office, and generally spending enough time at the house to sleep, shower, and do it all again. It was one of those weeks where I wasn't sure if I was coming or going. By Friday night I was ready for a break, and thankfully so was everyone I was working with. I planned to get home early, grab a bite to eat, and just veg. When I got to the house, Terrie was the only one home. She told me that Dave would be working late at the Center, and that she planned to meet some girlfriends for a girls' night. She recommended that I order some take out, and apologized for not making anything before she left. "Are you kidding me?" I responded. "I really don't expect you to provide food and board," I said with a laugh. "I know I've said it before, but I just want to thank you again for your hospitality this summer. It has been a huge help to me." She smiled. I hadn't noticed before, but she not surprisingly had a very similar smile to both her daughters. It was infectious. "I know you say that, but we've really enjoyed having you here the last few weeks. Anyway, I know you don't expect it, which is why it's my pleasure," answered Terrie sweetly. We chatted for a few minutes, and I asked for some recommendations for take-out close by, which she happily offered. Finally, she got up to go and started to walk toward the door. She turned as if remembering something. "Oh shoot, I forgot to check in with Emily about her plans. I think she was planning to stay in tonight, and was probably expecting something for dinner. Before you call for take-out would you mind calling her and seeing if she wants you to get her anything? Her number's on the fridge." I agreed, and Terrie headed out the door. As she left I gave Emily a call on her cell. She had no plans for the night. From our short conversation, it sounded like she had had as busy a week as me and was planning to veg too and probably go to bed early. In fact, she laughed and told me she hadn't even noticed I wasn't home much over the week, claiming that she hadn't eaten dinner at home even one night. I got her take out order, and told her I would probably be getting the food when she got home. In return, she asked what kind of movie I was in the mood for and offered to grab that. After a couple minutes of negotiation, we decided on a new rom-com so that we could both watch the movie on the large screen in the basement – I would get the comedy and she would get the chick flick. The evening was shaping up to be a pretty good Friday night: take-out, a new flick and good company. I pulled in the driveway about an hour later with our food, and parked next to Emily. The lights were on in the entertainment room in the basement, but no one was there. As I walked in I heard Emily yell down the stairs, "Hey Dan, I am just changing into some comfy jammies and grabbing some silver wear and plates. Make yourself comfortable and I'll be down in five." I snickered to myself as the dirty thought ran through my mind I'm most comfortable naked. Hey, it had worked in a television show I watched once... Quickly I pushed that total man thought from my mind. Control yourself Dan. Yes, I had happened upon this sexy young thing in her bra and panties over a week ago, but that was obviously a mistake. Looking around the basement at my surroundings I decided that I didn't need to seem like the dirty old man (even if I was just four years older than Emily). So, I chose a spot on the end of the sectional so that Emily would have plenty of room to sit with some distance from me, if she desired. Five minutes later, Emily walked down with a couple plates and some silverware. Her "comfy jammies" were a pair of black yoga pants and a loose fitting white tank top cut off at her mid-riff, which looked like it might have been her dads. It was very loose, and the arm holes were way too big for Emily. She held the plates in front of her blocking my view of her breasts, but I didn't see a bra strap under either of the tank top straps. She sat down the silverware on the coffee table and I opened up the takeout right next to it. I was sitting on the sectional next to the coffee table, and she was standing on the other side of the table. She reached down into the takeout container and began spooning food onto her plate. I looked up, and got a most exhilarating view - her large tank top sagged down deeply, allowing me a clear view of her ample cleavage. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra. In fact, her tank top sagged so far down that I was able to see just the top of her areolas on the tip of her breasts. I tried not to stare, and began rummaging around in the other take-out container, but my eyes continually found their way back to Emily's sexy large breasts. She never looked up; instead taking what seemed like forever to spoon out her food. Eventually, she stood up and walked around the coffee table. She didn't wink at me or smile, but there is no way she didn't know what she had just done, was there? I waited for her to cuddle up to me. Maybe just start making out. I mean, what else could be her intent with a move like that, wearing an outfit like that? However, she didn't. Instead, she moved around the table and sat down in a most confusing place, not right next to me, but also not on the far end of the sectional. Maybe it was so that she could use the end of the coffee table, but she was in the middle of the sectional, at least three feet from me. She looked over at me, and took her first bite, nonchalantly saying, "Hey Dan, you have the remote. Let's start this thing." I was confused. I really couldn't imagine that she didn't realize how far down her shirt I just saw. Maybe she just considered me more of a brother than a man, and this is how she normally dressed for a movie night at home, but it sure was getting me hot and bothered. I shifted in my seat, trying to make sure that the tent in my pants was not showing, and clicked to start the movie. I was lost in thought trying to figure this girl out, as the movie started. We ate in silence for a few minutes. Shortly into the movie, Emily found something funny and laughed out. She was relaxing, eating, and generally just acting like her normal self. At some of the more corny "romantic" moments, she pointed out the ridiculousness and laughed at her jokes. I laughed along with her, and got more into the movie largely because of her commentary. I decided that Emily really just saw me as one of the family. She must not have realized what I had been able to see when she bent over the takeout earlier. The movie was not at all fast paced, but it seemed to be moving along fairly quickly. I was enjoying Emily's company and the sight of her, even if she wasn't cuddled up next to me. About halfway through, she stood up and moved to the recliner. As she walked away from me, I checked out her tight little rear in her yoga pants – who doesn't love those, right? She sat down in the recliner, and kicked back, her arms stretched above her head as she basically laid in the recliner. Her baggy tank top was definitely not form fitting, and so fell loosely on her body. Blessing of blessing for me, instead of falling to her side as she laid back, the fabric of her tank top must have fallen more to the middle of her chest while her breast shifted to the outside, because with her arms raised it actually revealed quite a bit of glorious side boob. In fact, I would swear that about a minute after she laid back the fabric shifted even further in, showing even more of her glorious breast. I didn't see her move to make that happen, but I just couldn't imagine any reason that it would have moved other than her tugging on the other side. She had to be teasing me. First the lengthy look down her shirt, then this side boob view. However, she didn't even look at me. Instead, she kept up with her banter about the movie, acting as if nothing was amiss at all. From that point on in the movie, I spent about equal time watching the movie and staring at Emily's body. She barely moved the rest of the movie, other than moving her mouth to comment on the movie. I responded in kind, and we kept up a kind of witty banter about what turned out to be not the best-acted movie. At the end of the movie, Emily immediately got up, and began clearing the coffee table. Again, she stood on the other side of the coffee table. As she bent over the table I was given a view of her giant breasts hanging low. I began to reach down to help her, as she voiced, "No, you stay there Dan. You seem even more tired than me tonight. Let me clean these up, and then I'll leave you the big screen. I'm going to head to my room." I was taken aback as she seemed to be directing me to let her be. "Are you sure you don't want to watch another movie or want the run of the big screen? I can head upstairs." The Escalation of Emily "No, I'm really tired. I really enjoyed our time, but I'm going to hit the bed early. Good night Dan." With that, Emily headed up the stairs. I wistfully watched her sweet ass sway in her yoga pants as she headed up the stairs. I so wanted to follow her, to see if maybe there was something to this growing sexual tension between us. It seemed obvious to me that Emily had worn what she wore on purpose, and was at the very least teasing me. But, the way she had said her last statement, it was clear to me that I was not to follow. So, I hung on and started watching television. I would let her make the move if there was something to what had just transpired. An hour later, I realized there wasn't. Terrie had arrived home, and Emily was nowhere to be seen. I told Terrie that Emily had gone to bed about an hour ago, and I was headed to my bed now. As I went upstairs, I decided to try Emily's door, just to look in and see what she was up to. However, when I tried to turn the knob, the door was locked. Well, that answered any question about whether I was supposed to follow earlier. The next few days were uneventful. I ran into Emily a few times around the house, at breakfast and dinner, and in the early evening once when we watched some television together. Each time our interaction was just like before. Emily was always talkative, and willing to talk about anything. Her personality was infectious, with a smile that lit up the room and was often on her face. Really, there didn't seem to be any hint of a change in how she interacted with me. I began to rethink my take from last Friday night that she was obviously teasing me, because there just didn't seem to be any hint of that in her interactions. The following Wednesday evening I was the first one home. Terrie and Dave had their normal Wednesday night activities and wouldn't be home until late. Emily was nowhere to be seen – I assumed she was out with friends or working a little late. I decided to veg for the evening and watch a movie or two, so after making a quick sandwich, I headed down to the basement where the big screen TV was located. I scanned through the available DVDs – there were a number of comedies, and a few suspense movies, but the vast majority of movies were chick flicks. I guess Melissa and Emily had been the primary DVD collectors. I picked out one of the suspense movies, not quite in the mood for a comedy, and kicked back on the sectional couch. About an hour later I heard the garage door open. A brief moment later, in walked Emily. She gave me a huge smile as she stopped and asked what I was up to. "Oh, just watching a movie. Got back early and decided to veg for a bit. How are you doing?" "Great!" She answered. "Work went really well today. My boss even called me into his office to tell me how well he thought I was doing this summer. I think I have a real shot at a full time job after I graduate." I congratulated her on the great news, and we shot the breeze for a few more minutes. After the events of the last couple weeks, I imagined that I might be awkward around Emily. I couldn't help thinking of her in sexual way after our two "incidents", but as soon as we started to talk that always seemed to fly right out the window. We conversed as easy as ever. And to think, just last week I had imagined that maybe Emily was tormenting me on purpose. I laughed at myself now. The way we talked so easily and she so excitedly shared her good news, it seemed pretty clear that she just thought of me as one of the family – like a big brother. After about five more minutes, I paused the movie. I hadn't been watching since we started talking. "Oh, I am so sorry." Emily said. "I interrupted you and you were planning to just veg tonight. Let me get going." "No, no, not at all," I answered. "I just haven't seen this movie so don't want to miss too much. I am enjoying talking to you, and really am excited about your news. You really don't need to leave." "No, I really should let you be," answered Emily. "I need to grab something to eat, and then was planning to work out tonight. Will I annoy you if I work out down here in about half an hour?" "You really don't need to go," I answered. "I feel like I'm chasing you off, and I was really enjoying our chat." "No, really, I should eat." I resigned myself to ending our conversation short, and told Emily that it would be no problem at all if she wanted to work out downstairs. I told her that I would probably keep watching the movie, but it's not like she would be in the way or anything. At that, she headed upstairs, and after flipping back a few scenes on the DVD I resumed my watching. Now, you may recall that both the entertainment room and the workout /rec room are in the basement. They are laid out so that they were generally parallel to one another. It is really like one large room, cut in half. The room is about 30 or 35 feet long but only 15 feet wide, so the family had divided it into two functional areas. In one half, there is a large sectional sofa and a recliner, facing a large screen television. In the other half of the room is a workout mat and a bar (maybe a ballet bar?), and a weight station, all facing a full length mirror that runs on the same wall as the television. So, someone sitting on the couch watching television really has an easy view of the mirror if they are inclined to look. After about a half hour, Emily came bouncing downstairs. And, you can reiterate bouncing. She was wearing a white sports bra, which left her sexy flat stomach and lower back bare, and didn't really do much to compress her sizable breasts. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was wearing some of the smallest green running shorts you could imagine, I would guess maybe four inches long on the sides. They weren't the spandex shorts that most girls seem to wear; instead they seemed to be those classic running shorts that hardly anyone but old men wears these days. No socks or shoes, so her slender legs were completely bare from her upper thigh down to her feet. There's no way she didn't catch me checking her out, but she didn't bat an eye or say anything. Instead, after about five seconds, she just gave me a big smile, and asked, "are you sure I won't bother you if I workout while you're watching the movie? I will listen to my music in headphones so I really should interrupt anything." "Of course I don't mind. Please, this is your house, not mine. I'm just a very grateful guest. You won't bother me at all." I didn't say what I was really thinking, that there's just about nothing I'd rather see than her working out in that outfit. She thanked me, and then walked into the rec room. I tried not to be too obvious watching her as she walked away, but my eyes were definitely drawn to her sexy back. I don't know what it is, but I have always found a woman's back sexy, especially the shoulder blades and the curve down into the small of the back. Hers was completely bare from the waste up except for an inch of fabric of her sports bra, which I found pretty exhilarating. I have to admit that I didn't catch much of the last twenty minutes of my movie. I couldn't turn it off and just drool, so I had to somewhat surreptitiously watch Emily, but I will confess that I saw more of her than the movie. For her part, it seemed that Emily was trying to give me a show. She started by doing what I assume was yoga. Her stretches always seemed to accentuate her body. One time she was standing and she stretched her arms high in the air and then reached back, jutting out those huge breasts. Of course, this being yoga she held that pose for what seemed like ages. Next, facing the mirror, she stretched down and grabbed the backs of her ankles. This stretch accentuated her beautiful round ass in just the right places. It also gave me a nice look at her cleavage in the mirror. After about twenty minutes of various stretches I was hard as a rock watching her, and watching less and less of the movie. Every once in a while Emily's eyes caught me in the mirror and I would turn away quickly. I didn't want to be too obvious, but I was pretty sure she didn't care that I was watching. In fact, I was coming back to my previous opinion that maybe she was tormenting me with some mild exhibitionism. I was lost in thought when suddenly Emily's voice jarred me back to the land of the living. "Hey, you a big fan of the credits or what?" she said laughing. I looked up and realized that the credits had been rolling for who knows long, and I was basically drooling staring into the mirror. "Oh, yeah, right. Ha! I was just lost in thought" I said as I turned off the movie and started to get up. "You're not going upstairs, are you?" Emily asked, with what seemed like a pout to her voice. It's funny, I wasn't nearly as smooth or conversant now, having basically been checking out this hot female for the last twenty or twenty-five minutes. After a second, I responded "yeah, I thought I might grab something to eat, and I thought I'd give you the run of the basement." Her smile turned to a frown as I turned to walk up the stairs. After a couple steps, Emily blurted out, "Wait. There are a couple stretches I could really use some help with. Do you think you could help me out?" Well, there was no way I was going to turn down the chance to hang around longer and check this hot little thing out from a closer vantage point. I quickly agreed, and walked (who am I kidding, I basically ran) over to her. Emily stood straight up and put her arms to her side. She asked me to get behind her and help her roll her body forward, stretching out as far down as possible while she reached her arms backward. This seemed to be stretching her back and her stomach. It was so sexy to be touching the small of her back and pushing forward, though I did have to "stretch" (pun intended) myself to keep from moving in so close to her that she might feel how much I was "enjoying" her stretching. Next, she told me she was going to do a backbend. She again stood up straight, and then asked me to hold my hand in the small of her back while she bent backwards. I was standing right over her as she bent backwards, my hand on her sexy back, looking down at her sexy stomach and the underside of her breasts and the top of her shorts. After holding this for a bit, she stood back up ever so slowly. She then sat down on the floor with her legs in front of her. Again, she asked me to push gently on her back, helping her reach further forward than she otherwise could. She asked me to put my legs to each side of her and sit behind her so that I would have the best position for helping her. I immediately sat, though far enough behind her that I wouldn't accidentally brush her with the front of my pants, which were distinctly tenting. As I pushed her forward I focused on the small of her smooth back and her shoulder blades. For a minute I contemplated going into personal training. It would be quite the life to get to see sights like this every day. After a couple minutes of that, she asked me to stand back up. She laid with her back flat on the ground and seemed to be pondering something for a second. Finally, she spoke up. "I need to stretch the backs of my thighs. Will you stand up over me, and help me stretch my legs up and back as far as I can? We'll do one at a time." My heart leapt. I was stepping up in the sexiness department, able to touch and check out the full length of these sexy legs. And, with her shorts as short as they were, I was really going to get the full leg treatment. I agreed as nonchalantly as possible, and stepped down to her feet. She slowly lifted her right leg in the air to allow me to get a better hold on it. I slowly moved forward, pushing against her calf and pushing her leg higher into the air until it was generally perpendicular to her torso. I was trying to be careful not to push too hard and make her pull a muscle, but she looked up at me and told me to push further. As I got her to about a 55 degree angle from her stomach to her thigh, I felt pretty strong resistance. She told me hold it there and count to twenty. Up to this point, I had been concentrating on being gentle as I stretched her leg. Now, however, with nothing to concentrate on, my eyes drifted over her body as I looked down at her and counted to twenty. Emily's eyes were closed, so I didn't need to be self-conscious about what I was doing. I checked out her heaving chest, which seemed to be breathing faster than would be expected from a little stretching. My eyes then drifted down to her knee, her thigh and her shorts. It was there that my eyes almost bulged out of my head as I almost lost count on my way to 20. Her loose, short running shorts gapped at the thighs, and allowed me to look all the way up her legs. However, I didn't see any panties. Instead, it appeared that I could see a small blonde tuft of hair and what appeared to be the soft outer skin of what had to be her pussy. It was a slight red color, but it was hard to see too much because of the way the shorts fell between her legs. I got to twenty and slowly let her leg down. I could barely compose my thoughts. I had to have been mistaken. Sure, I had gotten the vibe a few times that Emily was playing with me and that some of her "accidental" exposures maybe weren't so accidental, but this could be nothing but purposeful. She slowly lifted her other leg, and I again began to stretch it up in the air. Her eyes were again closed, so this time my total attention was on her thigh and her shorts. I pushed her leg slightly out as I lifted it up, to try to push her shorts out of the way a little bit, which worked pretty well. As I got her leg perpendicular to her torso, I stopped pushing. She looked up at me with a questioning look, and I quickly told her that it seemed like there was more tension on this leg so I didn't want to push too far. She nodded acceptingly and closed her eyes. I then pushed her leg even wider so that there would be a bigger gap on the inside of her shorts. There it was, clear as day. I started to count down from 20, much more slowly than the last stretch, as I stared down at the glistening pink pussy lips of this sexy blonde twenty year old. Her pussy was ever so slightly gaping up at me because of the way I had moved her leg, and there was a small patch of blonde curly pubic hair on her mound. I wanted to dive down right then and there and grab a taste, but decided that I needed to let this play out. It was now obvious that Emily was showing off her sexy body to me, and was escalating, but I couldn't assume that meant that I had free reign to enjoy her body. I decided that I would enjoy whatever I could get and "take care" of myself later on the memory of this sexy little minx if that was the game. As I got to twenty, her eyes popped open and I let her leg down slowly. I was hoping for another stretch or maybe something to get a little closer but instead, she immediately popped up from the ground. "Thank you so much for your help. Those stretches felt SOOOOOO good! Well, I'm going to go clean up now for bed. I'll see you in a bit." And with that, the little tease was gone. She bounded up the stairs in just a few steps, and headed for her room. I stood in shock, surprised by the quick movement before I could even contemplate making much of a move. After a few minutes, I headed upstairs to my room. I heard the shower running, so I checked the door on the bathroom, just to see if she had left it unlocked and might want me to come join her. I wasn't sure if I would ever have the courage to pull off something like that, even if she did leave it unlocked, but there was no such luck anyway. It appeared that I had gotten all the show I was going to get for the evening. The next morning was interesting. I headed downstairs after a quick shower. Emily was already up, eating some cereal at the kitchen table with her Mom. She was wearing sweats and a hooded sweatshirt – normal college apparel as far as I was concerned. When I came downstairs she didn't even look up from her cereal. She just stared into the bowl and ate quickly. Her face seemed a slightly redder shade than normal, and sadly, that sexy body was well covered by her choice of clothes. I grabbed a bowl of apple jacks and sat down at the table. It fit six normally, so there was a chair in between each of us. Terrie immediately started with the small talk, asking about work and talking about the weather. Emily was unusually quiet during the conversation. There was no mention of the praise from her boss yesterday, so I assumed she hadn't given her mom this bit of news yet. The conversation with Terrie was pleasant enough, but there was a slight tension to the room. After a few minutes, Emily stood up, deposited her dirty bowl in the dishwasher and headed upstairs. Once she was out of ear shot, Terrie quietly told me that Emily had told her she had a bad headache. I hadn't really asked, but I guess my face gave away the fact that I considered something to be wrong. I was glad Terrie had that story from Emily already, so she didn't question me about the silence. At least there was that. No hard to answer questions would come from today's awkward interaction. Still, I was fairly disappointed in the whole situation. I quite enjoyed Emily's exhibitionist tendencies to my benefit, and was very disappointed that it seemed she felt she had crossed a line last night when she gave me a short glorious glimpse between her sexy legs. Honestly, I had hoped for much, much more to come. That evening I came home late. Emily still wasn't home by the time I went to bed, and she was still in bed when I left for work the next day. That wasn't entirely unusual, but I couldn't help but think she was avoiding me. Friday night rolled around, and I hadn't seen Emily since the uncomfortable breakfast the day before. I headed out for drinks with some fellow interns after work, so didn't get back until about 9:00 that night. When I rolled into the driveway, I could see that everyone – Emily, Dave, and Terrie – had beaten me to the house. I walked in through the garage, and was met by the sight of all three of them in the entertainment room watching an old Julia Roberts movie. All three looked up at me and said hello. I even got the normal smile (at least normal before Wednesday's stretching "experience") from Emily as she asked how my day had gone. Terrie scooted over so that I would have room to join them all on the sectional if I wanted, making a place at the end of the sectional next to her. I sat down for a couple minutes and caught up on the day. Everything seemed to be back to normal. I guess Emily had either decided she was okay with what had happened, or that she would have to fake it in front of her parents. Either way, I was happy to see things relatively back to normal. I enjoyed my free room for the summer and the company I was keeping, and didn't want anything to ruin that. After a few minutes I excused myself to go upstairs and watch television on my own. To be honest, I would have stayed had I thought there might be a chance of another show, but I highly doubted that with Dave and Terrie sitting right there between Emily and me. I didn't hear anyone come upstairs the rest of the night, and ended up turning in a little early, tired from a fairly long week at work. I woke up on Saturday morning to a soft knock on the door. My eyes opened slowly as I heard Emily's soft voice asking from the cracked doorway, "Can I come in? I need to grab some of Melissa's old clothes from her dresser." Obviously, I was not going to say no to the chance to be alone in a room with the object of all my recent fantasies. However, before I answered I remembered that as was my norm, I was sleeping in the nude. And, as often is the case in the morning, I was hard as a rock. Sure I enjoyed Emily being an exhibitionist, but I wasn't sure I was ready to do the same. "Hold on a minute" I called back as I adjusted the covers to ensure nothing was showing or obviously "tented". "Alright, you can come in." I called out. The Escalation of Emily In walked a vision of beauty in a much too small towel (or just right sized, depending on how you look at it). It was obvious that Emily had just gotten out of the shower. Her blonde hair was wet, falling down to her bare shoulders. She had a little green eye shadow and lipstick on, but not much. She was covered by a single baby blue towel wrapped around her body, tied at the top and supported by her ample breasts. I would say that the towel might as well have been a hand towel with how small it was, but that's not really true. As she walked in, all the important parts were covered, just barely. The bottom hem of the towel fell just at the top of her thighs and just below her shapely ass. "Sorry, I hate to wake you up, but I am seriously behind on laundry. Melissa left some of her old clothes here, and I need to find some clothes before I head to a friend's house for the rest of the weekend." "No problem at all" I answered. "Forgive me for not getting up, but I'm probably going to sleep in still a bit." Her youthful response made me smile. "It's your room, silly. You're entitled to stay in here as long as you want on a Saturday. Believe me, if I weren't headed out of town I'd be in bed until noon." A wishful thought ran through my mind: you're welcome in my bed any morning, especially in an outfit like that. Of course, I kept that thought to myself. With that, she walked through the doorway and up to the dresser. The dresser was a short, white, rectangular dresser, with two fairly sizable drawers on each level, three drawers high, and a mirror on top. I lay in bed, facing the dresser, which was positioned on the wall parallel with my bed but closer to my feet. Emily turned her back to me, and began to rifle through the top drawers. Sadly, with as short as she was, she didn't really have to bend to do that, but I still got a wonderful view of the backs of her legs. After a minute of rifling through the top drawers, Emily pulled out a pair of shorts and placed it on top of the dresser. She then closed the top drawers. Without turning, she bent slightly at the waist and began rifling through the next drawers down. That was more like it. The slight bend pulled up her towel ever so slightly in the back, revealing just a hint of the curve of the round cheeks of her ass. She searched in these drawers longer than the first, pulling out a plain white t-shirt and putting it on the dresser, than searching some more until she found another shirt that she placed on top the dresser. After another minute or so she closed the second row of drawers. "Gosh Melissa" she said a little more emphatically than was probably necessary. "Organize your drawers much?" She sighed and shook her head. If I didn't know any better, I would have guessed she was making sure that I was paying attention. And you can be sure, I was not being shy about staring at her tight little body. At that she bent further down, and pulled out the bottom drawer on the left. The lady-like thing would have been to bend at the knees or even get down on her knees while she looked through the bottom drawers. I was very grateful that she didn't do the lady like thing. Instead, with her back directly toward me, she bent in half at the waist, as she rifled through the bottom drawer on the left. This lifted up her towel inches in back, giving me an unobstructed view of her glistening pink pussy and the lower half of her ass cheeks. It was clear that she had shaved or at least trimmed the stubble around those beautiful pink lips, as they were smooth as silk, with just a slight patch of blonde hair barely visible on her mostly hidden mound. Her slit was plainly visible, with just a hint of the pink inside. This search was a little more dramatic. Emily huffed and puffed, and rifled more vigorously through the drawers, shaking her little ass as she went. "Uggh Melissa, where did you put those panties?" she exclaimed, in what had to be another attempt to make sure I was looking. And was I ever. At one point I wished I had a camera, just to commemorate this lovely occasion; instead I just promised to commit to memory all I was seeing. She continued to mumble to herself as she finally closed the drawer on the left. Instead of simply moving a foot or two to the right, she slid her right leg back slightly and more to the right, and bent ever further at the waist, stretching her torso to reach the bottom of the right drawer. If it were possible, this put her in even better position for my viewing pleasure. Her towel slid up maybe another inch, and with her legs spread a little more I could see into her pink love canal, which, if I weren't mistaken, was looking even moister than when I first saw it two minutes ago. She continued to rifle through the drawer and ultimately pulled out a couple pairs of panties which she deposited next to her on the floor. "I really am so sorry for waking you this morning" she called out. "I know I hate waking up earlier than planned on the weekends. Melissa always did say I was a bother." There was breathiness to her voice as she said this, as I could almost hear her breath quickening and her heart beating from the rush of exposing herself to me. I tried to control my voice. "Emily, you have nothing to apologize for. This is your house. I can't thank you all enough, and I mean each of you, for everything you have done for me this summer." I made sure to accentuate the "everything" – I am sure Emily caught my drift as she finally grabbed her pile of clothes from the ground and stood up to grab the remaining clothes from the top of dresser. She turned to me and smiled a huge smile, with her bright blue eyes almost dancing. Her face was flushed, which could have been from her head being at her feet for so long, but I assumed was from the rush of her show. Her chest was heaving. She stared into my eyes as I stared up at her face, with the memory of her sweet pussy frozen in my mind. "Well" she finally broke the silence, "I've got to be heading out. I'm heading to my college roommate's lake house for the rest of the weekend. I guess I'll see you next week." With that, she turned and walked out the door. My eyes trailed her. She grabbed the end of my door (it opened out into the hallway) and turned toward me. "I will shut you back in here so you can get back to sleep." With that, she slowly closed the door. As she started to close it, her towel came loose and fell slowly to the ground, at first seeming to catch on her breast, but ultimately sliding off, falling the remainder of the way. She made no attempt to catch it, and instead slowed (but didn't stop) closing my door. My last sight of her for the weekend was partially blocked by my door, but it included one complete breast, with a large half dollar size dark pink nipple jutting out. It was so round and looked so delicious. I also caught just a glimpse of the blonde strands of hair at the mound between her legs... Yeah right, there was no way I was going back to sleep now. I was a little frustrated to hear that Emily would be gone for the weekend, after getting me wound up early on a Saturday morning. Not that I was complaining. It was more the fact that I wouldn't see her the rest of the weekend that had me bothered – not the waking up. I considered getting up and running to her room, but within seconds I heard the telltale sound of the lock clicking on her door, and moments later heard some activity from what must have been Terrie or Dave downstairs. I pondered my situation. Lying there, naked, a man in my position only had one option. I took care of myself with the images of the last ten minutes or so burned in my mind. I then fell back asleep. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. As she said, Emily was gone all weekend at her friend's lake house. I spent most of the weekend catching up on some reading, although I did spend part of Saturday evening with Terrie watching some TV shows Terrie had DVR'd. But the memory of that Saturday morning was etched into my mind throughout the weekend, keeping me a bit on edge. I didn't see Emily again until Monday night, when Terrie, Dave, Emily, and I all had dinner together. Emily ran most of the dinner conversation, discussing the fun she had over the weekend with her friends water skiing and jet skiing. Eventually she asked what I had done over the weekend and I answered with a summary of the boring details. "Wow, Dan, your weekend sounds like it is was pretty lame. You should have at least caught a show at the theatre," Emily responded. "The show I want to see wasn't in town this weekend" I answered, hoping that my double meaning would be lost on Terrie and Dave but caught by Emily. It was. Emily immediately got a little crimson and stared down at the table. Terrie asked, "Oh, what show is that?" "Oh, there's just this little documentary that isn't widely playing that I've really been wanting to see." I tried to be vague yet convincing, and it seemed to work, as the topic of conversation moved on to movies that others wanted to see. No one even asked for a title. Emily quickly got over her embarrassment and jumped back into the conversation. I half expected a kick under the table from her for my comment, but instead she seemed to ignore my comment once she got over the initial reaction. I got the feeling that she liked "showing," but maybe didn't like my acknowledging the show. I decided to keep this in mind for future reference. That night I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep without much success. Things had definitely been stepped up a notch in the last week, and I was trying to make heads and tails of it. Was Emily waiting for me to make a move? Or, was she solely doing this for the rush, and I was just the beneficiary? From the way dinner went, it sure seemed like she didn't like that I had begun referencing what she was doing, although a lot of that may have had to do with having her parents at the table with us. I finally fell into a fitful sleep. questioning what could possibly be our next step, if there was a next step. I woke up with the distinct feeling that there was someone in the room with me. It was still dark out, but I could tell that there was someone there, someone standing in my room. I felt movement toward me, and then what felt like a hand being waived slowly above my head. I didn't move. I almost had to remind myself to breathe. I couldn't see, but I could smell the hint of Emily's perfume, and was pretty sure she was standing over me. She slowly walked away. She walked around the foot of my bed, and headed toward the closet. The closet in my bedroom was on the opposite side from the dresser, and also toward the foot of my bed. I didn't follow her with my eyes, because it seemed to me she didn't want me awake. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but I wasn't going to interrupt things by asking her. After a moment, I heard the familiar sound of the pull string for the light being pulled in the closet. A light flooded out of the closet across my bed. I was still facing the dresser on the opposite side of the room. I squinted my eyes. I wanted to see what was going on, but also needed to make it look like I was still asleep. In the mirror, I could clearly see Emily at the closet door. She appeared to be wearing a bathrobe. She was looking intently at me to see if I moved at the appearance of the light, so I concentrated hard to control my breathing to make it look like I was still asleep. Emily slowly adjusted the closet door so that the light did not brighten the entire room. Instead, with the door half closed, the light only shone across the foot of my bed, and on the dresser and mirror across the room. Now I was confused. After turning on the closet light and adjusting the door, Emily headed out into the hallway. What was she doing? My question was quickly answered, as she headed back in a moment later with an old wooden desk chair. It was a fairly standard wooden chair – four legs, paneled back, and arms on each side. She set it right in front of the dresser, facing the bed, so that it was just on the edge of the light. It was maybe five feet away and directly facing my head, which was still turned toward the dresser, just as it had been when she first came in. She slowly walked over to me again, her bathrobe pulled tight. Again she stood over me. She waived her hand again over my head. I will never understand that method of checking whether someone is asleep. Maybe it's just me, but I am a light sleeper, and basically whenever anyone enters my room when I am asleep, I will wake up. So, movement right above me is almost certain to wake me. But, I digress. I could feel her staring at me, as I tried to remain calm, keeping my eyes closed and breathing steady. I must have convinced her, because after a minute, she headed over to the chair. She sat down, and untied her robe. I was riveted as I half opened my eyes again and looked towards her. With our positioning, me in the dark and her in the light, I doubted very much she could see my eyes anyway, but I didn't want to give anything away. Slowly, she took her right hand, and brushed away the left side of her robe, fully exposing her left breast to me. She slowly rubbed her hand around her breast, first massaging it, then focusing more on her dark nipple. She took her index finger and traced tiny circles around her nipple, then pinched it between her fingers. After a few moments of that she went back to massaging her breast again, before again returning to focus on the nipple. Her nipple was jutting straight out as she continued to play with it. It had to have grown at least a half inch. Her breathing was quickening slightly, as I could tell she was enjoying both the feel of her touch and the fear of being caught. Next, she took her left hand, and pushed away the right side of her robe, so that it fell completely off her shoulders and onto the arms of the chair. She began to work that breast the same as she had the other, massaging her breast, and then focusing on her nipple, rubbing and tweaking them until both were arrow straight. I wanted to call out and tell her to start sucking one of them, but I wasn't quite sure what affect that would have on her. In the past, it seemed that when I acknowledged what was happening, it always ended. I didn't want that to happen. At the same time, my manhood was fully engorged as I "slept" naked watching this scene. I decided to move slightly to see what would happen. I moaned softly and adjusted my pillow under my head. At the movement Emily came to an immediate stop and grabbed her bathrobe to quickly cover herself. That answered that. I stopped moving and concentrated on breathing deeply, but not in too exaggerated a manner. After about fifteen seconds, I must have convinced her, because Emily again dropped her robe and began working her nipples. Within a couple minutes, Emily was breathing hard, and I was having a hard time keeping my own breath measured. She was gorgeous – her soft white skin, her beautiful round breasts, and those delicious nipples. As she continued using her left hand on her breasts, her right hand slowly began to work its way down her perfect belly, past her belly button, and then under her robe which was still draped across her lap. I could tell where she was headed, but was disappointed that I could only "tell". I continued to watch her tweak her nipple while I imagined where her other hand had gone. I didn't have to imagine long. After maybe a minute, she lifted herself from the chair, and completely removed the robe from around herself, dropping it on the floor. She was wearing the same pink thong she had been wearing the first time I caught her in her undies. I could see her lovely milky thighs, her breasts and stomach, and could see her working her finger underneath the fabric of the thong. Her breathing was definitely faster, as was mine. I could see her finger fucking herself through the fabric, but still was not getting the full view of things. Thankfully, she took care of that a moment later as she again lifted her sweet ass up off the chair. She grabbed hold of both sides of her thong. Ever so slowly she pushed her thong down her legs, over her knees, and then over her feet. Her breasts tumbled so low that they blocked my view of her pussy as she bent over to move her thong over her feet. I had to remind myself to breathe again, as I am fairly certain I was holding my breath throughout this entire movement. She stayed in that position for a moment as I heard a drawer opening. What could she be doing now? She was still sitting, but was rummaging through the lowest drawer in the dresser behind her. Apparently, she found what she was looking for, because she sat back up. I reminded myself not to open my eyes too wide as I took in a vision of beauty. Two perfect tits, leading down to a slight thatch of blonde hair on top of a perfect, already sopping wet pussy. She again began working her breasts with one hand while she worked her pussy with the other. Except this time, in her hand at her pussy was a pink sex toy of some kind. I am not exactly experienced with those things, but I assume this was either Melissa's or her dildo. Whatever the name, I could tell what this was for. She slowly rubbed the length of her slit with the toy, spending especially long at her clit. I could hear her catching her breath whenever it hit just right on that spot. She was sitting so that I could see the beginnings of her pussy, and whenever she rubbed up and down her slit I could see her tight pussy lips open around it. She spent probably three or four minutes working her dildo around on her clit and running it the length of her pussy. She then brought the dildo up to her chest, and rubbed circles around both her nipples. After a few of these, she brought her hands together, and I heard a low humming noise, before she returned to rubbing circles on her tits with the dildo. Apparently, this toy vibrated, and it looked like she had kicked things up even another notch. I was expectantly waiting for her to return to her twat with her vibrating dildo. My hard-on was raging, and I half considered throwing the covers off my bed and forcing this little minx to satisfy me. However, I didn't want our little escapades to end, and if the price of admission was her leaving before I was satisfied myself, I decided that was worth it. A minute later, my patience was rewarded. Slowly, Emily lifted her left leg up, so that the back of her thigh was resting on the left arm of the chair. Then, she did the same with her right leg, all the while keeping her ass firmly planted on the chair. In this position, the entire slit of her pussy was clearly visible to me. In fact, her little pink twat was already gaping open from just the position she took, and it appeared to me that it was quite, quite wet. She again began to run the dildo against her clit, and then up and down her slit, but now I had a much better view. Because it was vibrating, there was an almost immediate reaction. The touch of the vibrator made her jump as she caught her breath. She started to moan, and immediately bit her lip to stifle the sound. Slowly, she pushed the tip of the dildo into her waiting pussy. The walls of her pussy stretched around it, it almost seemed too big for her to take. She closed her eyes and pushed just a little more, until she had taken at least eight inches. Then, she pulled it back out, so that only the tip remained in. She quickly sped up this process, as her huge breasts started to bounce from her exertions and her body movements. She used her right hand to shove the dildo in and out, in and out, as she moved her left hand down to her clit. Within seconds, she was again moaning, only this time she didn't catch herself. She continued to rub her clit as she pushed the dildo in faster and deeper. My eyes went back and forth between her pussy and her face. Her face was a sight to behold - her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and I could see the feeling of ecstasy overtaking her as the feeling overwhelmed her.