Who Cares What I Wear
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Who Cares What I Wear? Ch. 02 free porn video
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When the doorbell rang, Emily hurried over to open the door and smiled at Neil. ‘Hi. Come on in.’
‘Thanks.’ He stepped inside and Emily closed the door.
‘I’m almost ready. Just need the shoes and earrings.’
‘Typical woman,’ Neil joked and Emily rolled her eyes.
‘Seems to me we waited on you more than once when you couldn’t find your lucky shirt and we were going to a hockey game.’
‘Touché.’ He grinned and put a hand on her shoulder, leaned down to kiss her cheek. ‘It’s good to see you, Em. You look terrific.’
‘Thanks. You look sharp yourself.’ Emily blinked back tears as she took him in. Neil was not quite six feet tall, with wavy blond hair. He wore gray slacks and a navy blue sweater that highlighted his dark eyes. He and Ben had been friends for years, and it was Neil’s former girlfriend, Jen, who’d introduced Ben and Emily.
Neil checked his watch. ‘Better leave soon if you don’t want Sharon sending out the search party.’
‘Right. Just give me a minute.’ She nodded and went back to the bedroom.
You’re doing fine, she told herself. You’re just going to spend some time with friends. Something you should have done a long time ago.
The red dress hung in the closet, and the shoes were still in their box, buried under other boxes. She’d tried but Emily hadn’t been able to make herself wear them. Instead she’d opted for her all-purpose dark green dress and black heels. After a check in the mirror, she walked over to her dresser to get her earrings. She remembered the day she’d bought them but refused to think more about it and walked out to the other room.
‘Okay, Neil.’ She gave him a forced smile. ‘Sorry, ready to go now. Didn’t mean to hold us up.’
‘You didn’t.’ He shook his head, then studied her for a moment.
‘What?’
‘Nothing. Just…okay, I shouldn’t, but I’m going to give you a chance to change your mind. Sharon would kill me, but like I said, I have a good idea of how you might be feeling, so I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to skip the party.’
‘No.’ Emily reached for her wrap and draped it over her shoulders. ‘I said I’d go, and I will. I can’t…’ She struggled, then huffed out a breath. ‘I get so angry, you know? I want to blame him, even though I know it’s all on me. It’s my own fault I haven’t seen people or done things.’
Neil squeezed her hand and she was surprised by the contact, and how good it felt.
‘I know,’ he told her. ‘I know that feeling exactly. I always thought the worst part is that you want to tell people, but you’re afraid they’ll just make light of it, or tell you that you’re being silly and it’s time to move on.’
Emily nodded, he’d described how she felt to a T. ‘Time to let it go,’ she managed to say.
Neil gave a short laugh and opened her door. ‘You know, that may have been the cliché I hated the most.’
‘I’m sorry if I said it.’ She locked the door after they’d stepped out and followed him down to his car.
‘You didn’t. You and Ben both had the sense not to say it.’
Neil held the door for her and she slid into the passenger seat, careful to pull her dress aside so that it didn’t get caught in the door.
‘Tell you what,’ she said as Neil got in the driver’s seat. ‘Let’s make a deal. No clichés, what do you say?’
‘Sounds great.’ Neil patted her hand and pulled away from the curb.
Emily stared out the window, idly toying with an earring.
x-x-x-x
The day she bought the earrings
Emily hummed as she made dinner. She’d taken the day off after a wild two weeks at work and had enjoyed every minute, the only drawback was that Ben hadn’t been able to join her. A lazy morning had given way to a leisurely shower, a solo lunch at her favorite restaurant and a shopping trip at the mall.
She’d never been much of a mall rat, but since she wasn’t under any deadlines, it had seemed like a fun idea. She’d enjoyed meandering by the stores, stopping in some she’d bypass on a regular day and checking out window displays. A pair of earrings in a store touting handmade jewelry had caught her eye and she’d splurged on the purchase. A few more errands had completed the trip and she’d come home to enjoy a quiet afternoon.
Now she was waiting for Ben and making his favorite for dinner, beef stroganoff. He’d been having as bad a time at work as she’d had and so she hoped she could help him de-stress.
‘Hey, sweetie!’ she called when she heard him come in.
He stopped and leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. ‘Hi.’ His tie hung loose around his neck. Emily took in his wrinkled shirt with the buttons half-undone, his tousled brown hair and the red around his tired green eyes, and smiled.
‘You look exhausted.’ She went over and kissed him. ‘Go sit down. Want a beer?’
‘More than anything.’ He smiled back and she heard him walk over and drop on the couch as she retrieved a beer from the fridge.
She walked over and held it out. ‘Here you go.’
He took the beer. ‘You’re a goddess.’
She squeaked as he reached out with his other hand and pulled her down next to him.
‘There, that’s much better. God, I thought I’d never get out of there. I had visions of being trapped there, like in dreams where you’re beating on the window but no one hears you.’
She laughed. ‘I would have gone after you, I promise.’
‘I am so glad it’s the weekend.’ Ben took a long swallow of the beer, then dropped his head back on the couch. ‘Tell me we don’t have anything to do, please.’
‘Well, there is your mom’s birthday party tomorrow.’
‘Oh, Christ.’ Ben gave a frustrated groan. ‘Shit, I haven’t bought her anything. I forgot.’
‘I didn’t.’ Emily grinned. ‘I got her presents at the mall. The new mystery book in that series she reads and a necklace I thought she’d like. I bought a card, you can sign it. The presents are wrapped. And I picked up some cookies to take to the party.’ She showed him the earrings. ‘These, too. I splurged.’
‘They’re great. I’ll buy you a dozen more pairs. Did I mention how you were a goddess?’ Ben stared at her. ‘Because if I didn’t, I will now.’
‘I made your favorite dinner, and picked up a copy of Holy Grail for us to watch tonight.’ She couldn’t keep a triumphant note out of her voice. ‘And ice cream. But that’s for me.’
‘If there is an entity above goddess, you’re it.’ Ben leaned down and kissed her. ‘I’ll feed you the ice cream.’
Emily laughed, then gave him a teasing smile. ‘Pity you’re so tired. I thought we might be able to do some…other things tonight. But that’s okay.’
‘Yeah.’ He paused. ‘Wait. What other things?’
She shook her head and got up, chuckling as she walked back to the kitchen. Ben followed.
‘I’m really not that tired. I’m waking up, look at me.’
Emily laughed harder.
‘Seriously, Em. Now that I’m out of the office, I feel great. What other things did you mean?’
‘Go get changed, Ben.’
She resisted him, but it wasn’t easy. He offered to do the dishes after they ate, to give her a shoulder massage, even to watch one of her favorite movies, Amélie. Emily stared at him after that, hands on hips.
‘You hate that movie. It’s French. You don’t like any movie without robots, aliens, and things going ‘boom.’ Unless it’s a comedy.’
‘I can learn to appreciate it.’ He looked at her with hope-filled eyes.
‘You’re desperate.’
‘No, I’m not. I’m anxious to spend some quality time with you.’ Ben stepped over and trapped her against the counter, one arm on either side of her. ‘I mean, the movie sounds great, but…’
‘Excellent. I’ve been looking forward to it. Go sit down.’ She kept her voice firm, but it was hard to keep the smile off her face.
‘You’re killing me.’ Ben gave an aggrieved sigh.
Later they snuggled on the couch as the movie played, laughing at all the skits even though they’d seen the movie a few times each. When Sir Lancelot found the Castle Anthrax, full of young women ages sixteen to nineteen, Ben sighed.
‘Lucky bastard.’
Emily raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh, really?’
‘Well, I mean, not as lucky as I am, of course.’
‘Nice save.’
‘On the other hand…’ Ben considered the situation. ‘They do offer spanking and oral sex.’
‘You just blew the save. You can sleep on the couch.’
‘Hey, if you want to be spanked, just say the word. I’m open to new possibilities.’
‘Pig. They’re jailbait. You can sleep in the hallway.’ Emily giggled, ruining the effect of the words.
‘You wouldn’t let me.’ Ben nuzzled her neck and she squirmed. ‘You like having me in bed. You’ve said so.’
‘Well, I don’t know. I can’t compete with that.’ She gestured at the television, where Lancelot was under siege by the women and not fighting back with much conviction.
‘Oh, yes, you can.’
‘Is that a challenge?’
Ben grinned. ‘I plead the fifth.’
Emily pulled back, narrowed her eyes and made a decision. ‘All right, then.’
Ben gave her a puzzled look as she urged him to stand up, then his eyes widened as she tugged his jeans down.
‘Sit,’ she told him.
He did. ‘Emily, sweetheart, I was just kid…’ The rest was lost as she knelt before him and slid her lips over his half-hard shaft. He sighed out a breath and dropped his hands onto the couch.
Emily smiled to herself as he raised one hand to stroke her hair. She teased him with her tongue, running it along the underside and up to the head, then taking him in her mouth as deeply as she could.
Ben groaned as she pulled back and slid forward again, and then once more. Her hands started to wander, over his legs and up to his chest. He hissed out a breath as she raked her fingernails through the light covering of hair on his chest and traced circles around his nipples.
‘Jesus, Em.’ Ben’s voice was rough. ‘I’ll sleep anywhere you want if you keep doing that.’
She chuckled and he gripped her arms as the vibrations traveled from her throat and through his body. She felt him tense and imagined him gritting his teeth, trying to stave off his orgasm. He often did it to prolong her pleasure but she didn’t need it now. Still teasing with her tongue, she started stroking him with her hand and his hips began thrusting in time with her rhythm. He grunted as he came, one hand tangled in her hair.
She rose and with a satisfied smile, took in his relaxed expression as she went into the bathroom. She rinsed her mouth, grabbed a towel and returned to the living room.
‘Here.’ Emily handed him the towel.
Ben opened his eyes for a minute, winked at her, then closed them again as he took the towel. ‘Wow. Now that is a nice way to start the weekend.’
Emily laughed and sat on the couch. ‘Glad you enjoyed it.’
‘And as soon as I can move again, I’m carting you off to the bedroom to return the favor.’
‘I don’t think we can stay awake that long.’
Ben opened one eye. ‘Is that a challenge?’
‘I plead the fifth.’
He snaked an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. ‘I love you, you know.’
‘I know.’ She tucked her legs up and snuggled against him. ‘I love you, too.’
x-x-x-x
Emily took a deep breath as they walked up to Chad and Liza’s door. She hadn’t been around more than a few people at a time, excluding work, since Ben had left.
‘Emily!’ Liza opened the door and gave her warm smile. ‘I’m so glad you came!’
‘Hi, Liza.’ Emily stepped in and hugged her hostess. ‘I’m glad I did, too. Your hair looks great, by the way.’
‘Thanks! I just couldn’t resist a change.’ Liza’s red hair was cut into a short bob, a radical switch from the shoulder-length curls Emily had last seen her with. ‘It’s so much easier to take care of. Hi, Neil.’
‘Hi, Liza.’ He smiled and kissed her cheek. ‘Happy New Year.’
‘And to you. Come on in, everything’s through here.’
Emily traded a bracing glance with Neil as they followed Liza into the living room. The place was decorated in Liza’s trademark elegant style, with gold garlands around the ceiling, and gold and silver accent pieces placed around the room. Emily shook her head, she had a hard time getting a Christmas tree together without it looking like Charlie Brown’s, yet Liza could take a stick and string and make a decoration worthy of Martha Stewart.
She’s the MacGyver of interior decorating, Emily thought.
For a while, Emily thought she handled herself well. She exchanged hugs with people she hadn’t seen in way too long, and made small talk with others. Instead of feeling overwhelmed, she felt removed, as though she was watching herself interact. Before she knew it, she was writing another letter.
Dear Ben,
I’m at the party. Boy, do I feel underdressed. I wore my green dress—damn you, I couldn’t wear the red one—and I feel like I showed up to the ball in a flannel shirt. I can’t say I care, though. I should blame that on you, too. Everything all around me and I’m completely indifferent to it.
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