This choice: Take Her to Her Favorite Restaraunt (Erotic) • Go Back...Chapter #4Take Her to Her Favorite Restaraunt (Erotic) by: Nemesis T-Type   You decided to take Emily to her favorite restaurant for her birthday. You made the reservations four days before and everything went great. Emily was flirtatious at the table and even held your hand as you waited for dessert. Things were on a good path until the two of you made your exit. As you both made your way to the car, a rowdy drunkard outside the restaurant and catcalled at Emily. When she ignored his inappropriate calls, he proceeded to call her a slut. This was too much for you and you turned around to defend your friend. Things got heated and you threw a punch which didn't land quite well. You received a punch to the gut which knocked you to the floor. With the wind knocked out of you, the drunkard landed a stomp to your thigh and a kick to your face before Emily screamed out for him to stop. While he was distracted, you retaliated with a swipe at his leg which stumbled him. You got up on your feet and connected with a powerful strike to his jaw, successfully disabling him from further confrontation. Emily proceeded to help you into the car and you drove back to your apartment. The two of you have just gotten back.
"Come on hon, let's get you to your room," Emily says as she closes the door to the apartment.
With your arm around her shoulder, she helps walk you to your bedroom. She lies you down on the bed and you wince in pain as your stomach straightens out.
"I'm gunna go get some ice," she says and runs out of the room.
She returns shortly after with two ice packs. She walks over to the bed and lies down beside you, putting one ice pack on your stomach and holding the other gently to your face.
"How do you feel sweetie?" she asks pulling the ice pack away. She strokes you cheek with her fingertips.
"I'll be okay Em, relax."
"Yeah but you're stomach turning black and blue and your cheek, it looks so painful," she says worriedly.
"I mean yeah, I'm in pain but it will pass hon, don't worry,"
"Okay..." she says stroking your cheek again. "I'm just gunna go get changed and then I'll bring you some aspirin and a glass of water," she says as she pats your thigh.
"Okay."
Emily quickly bounces off the bed and strolls out of the room. You lie back and rest your head on the bed. You look down at the neck of your shirt and see small bloodstains.
"Shit," you mutter to yourself as you sit up. You wince and groan as you feel the surge of pain in your abdomen. You reach a sitting position and pull off your shirt. You toss it into the corner of the room and it lands square on the floor next to your laundry hamper. You reach down and unbutton your dress pants, sliding them off and tossing them over to your shirt before reaching down to your dresser drawer and pulling out a pair of gym shorts. You Slide them on, wincing again from the pain in your leg and stomach. You get up and get an undershirt from your far dresser and throw it on as Emily returns.
"What do you think you're doing mister?" She asks you as she walks over to the bed and sits down with her legs crossed facing you at the foot of the bed.
"I was just gunna go get a-"
"Nu-uh, lie down she says leaning forward and handing the glass and pills to you.
She leans back and puts her hands on the edge of the bed, using them to hold her upper body up. God she's so damn cute, you think to yourself as you take her in. Emily uncrosses her legs and straightens them half way, resting her feet on the mattress next to your waist. You eye her fluffy fuzzy socks running up and under her black Nike fleece sweats as she looks at her phone. You divert your eyes up her calves to her thick, toned thighs. She crosses her feet and continues to look at her screen. You continue eyeing up, taking in the view of her thankfully very short, blush-pink waist ringer shorts. You continue further, past her sweats, and pause at her tight, revealing magenta tank top. It's high cut, leaving her flat tummy bare for you to see. You resume and stop at her average sized breasts. What they lack in size, they more than make up for in stature. As you eye the perfectly shaped, vivacious bust that encompasses her chest, she turns her attention away from her phone.
"Lie down!" she says firmly, following with an exasperated smile before placing her foot on your chest and gently prodding you down with her toes. You laugh and wince as you feel the pain from your stomach muscles.
"What?" she asks in an adorably defensive tone.
"Nothing... It's just... you're cute when your bossy," you say laughing.
Emily flashes you a facetious frown of sadness.
"You're lucky you got hurt for me, otherwise i'd-" she mimes hitting you by sitting up and bawling a fist in the air.
You laugh again, and she joins in with a small giggle.
Emily keeps her foot pressed on your chest and looks back at her phone.
Thank you... by the way... What you did... It was... It was really sweet," She says shyly, unable to take her gaze away from her phone....  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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