Trapper and Emmeline (15 page)

“Sure, why not?” she said.

“It’s just something for me. I like the idea of people looking at you like that. If you don’t want—”

She misunderstood. “People don’t have to know it’s your video. There were other cameras there. You’l be in the clear.”

We were careful about this sort of thing now, because Facebook froze Andy’s account after he uploaded and tagged Emmeline’s nudie picture. Emmeline herself was now talking to the website on Andy’s behalf, trying to set things straight.

In my opinion, a little inconvenience didn’t begin to pay back what my roommates had done. Even though it turned out pretty wel for us.

So I uploaded Emmeline’s pretend-napping video. I added a blur over her face—we were crazy, not insane. We didn’t know how long sharing Emmeline would be a turn-on, though it certainly felt like we’d never run out of ideas.

We watched the download count climb, and she steadily grew hotter. I read her the comments people left under the movie. Then she pul ed me into bed and fucked me cowgirl style while she watched video of herself being watched by a crowd of men.

Later, as we drowsed off, she said, “We were like a secret team, screwing with everybody’s reality.”

“You liked that?”

“Yeah! With your ideas, my crazy clothes, and those horny guys, it felt like a real adventure. I like having your male perspective. And it would have been scary, and not exciting at al , if you weren’t there seeing it.”

“I was worried that it was al about me and not enough about you.”

She kissed my nose sleepily. “I don’t mind making it al about you. But don’t worry, I was turned on, especial y when I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I could hear them al breathing. Breathing toward me, meaning they were looking at me. But then my heartbeat got too loud to hear anything. I just coasted on a pre-gasm until Thomas came along and brought his mouth for me to use. I don’t know how many times I ended up kissing him. I was so wired that I thought I might be able to come just by kissing, so he got a real workout. I was glad you could see it al .”

“Would you have done it if I wasn’t there?”

“Probably not,” she said. “It’s not special if you’re not part of it. Unless it’s for you and me, it’s just regular sex and sensation. Which is awesome, but it’s not about us.”

Of course, in a few days she would prove that to be a lie.

“I feel the same way,” I said. “It’s us against the world.”

“We’re a team, Trapper. And there is no ‘I’ in team.”

I smiled into the darkness. She was right. “In that case, I have an idea for that couch in the future.”

Her eyes cranked open. “An idea?”

“An idea for more fun. With one of your new friends.”

“Wel , I’l never sleep now. Tel me everything.”

Week 5: On Home Ground

It was five in the afternoon on a Saturday, and my phone rang.

“Hey Trapper, it’s me.” Emmeline sounded overly casual. Obviously she was up to something.

“What did you screw up?”

“Ha-ha, nothing. My dad’s friends are coming over to watch the game. They are going to be here before my dad gets back from work.”

“And?”

“They’re going to be al mine for about forty-five minutes.”

I liked where this was going, and I liked the tightness in her voice.

“Aaand?”

“Wel ... you know our kissing thing? I was just thinking about that. These guys kiss me on the cheek. Old World customs. But does the lip-kissing hold for them? For old guys like my dad’s friends?”

“Yeah, honey, it does.” I covered the phone and laughed. How else could she possibly expect me to answer that question? Of
course
she was going to kiss them.

“You’re laughing at me!”

“Only because you’re so dumb, Emmeline.”

“So I’m going to kiss them? These old guys?”

“What’s different between these guys and every other guy you’ve kissed?”

“It’s a little close to home. They know me.”

That much was true. Emmeline didn’t have a mother or much of an extended family, but her father’s friends were always at the house. This would be Emmeline’s first time playing with someone who knew her before our great experiment.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’l love you.”

“I know they wil . They’re big fucking horndogs.”

“You can real y have fun with them, if you wanted…”

“You have an idea?” I heard the immediate interest in her voice.

“Put on some cute clothes. Wear a nightie, with bare feet. Show a lot of leg. And when they show up, give them the
whole
treatment—kiss them, lead them into the kitchen or living room or something. Get them drinks. Wait on them.”

“Oh, jeez,” she said.

“Then say you have to go get dressed in something more appropriate. When you do, cal me on the phone.”

“Why?”

“Because I’l cal you right back. They’l answer, and they wil have to bring you the phone while you’re half-dressed.”

“It’s not a cordless. I’l have to come out to the phone.”

“Even better,” I said. “You come out, al embarrassed, trying to cover yourself. And then you stand there talking to me.”

“In a towel?”

“No. We’l do a towel next time. This time, come out in a tank-top and panties.”

“This is so fucked up,” she said. “I’m glad I cal ed you for ideas.”

“You’l do it?”

“Of course I wil ,” she said. “But I don’t think you understand. These are big, scary guys. I normal y cross the street to avoid these types of guys. And here I am running around in panties?”

“If they’re real y scary, lock yourself in your room,” I said. “But I can hear that you are smiling. Think of it this way: you’re not doing them any favors. You’re teasing them mercilessly, and they can’t make a pass at you. It’s not like anything wil happen, not if they know your father.”

“That’s true,” she said, “I can torture them like they deserve. I just heard a car pul up. I have to change quickly.”

She hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

I couldn’t concentrate after that. I turned off the TV and paced around the apartment.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang again.

“Hel o?”

“It’s me!” came Emmeline’s hushed whisper. I heard voices in the background, as wel as television sounds.

“That sounds like a lot more than a few guys,” I said.

“There are four of them. Two of them I hadn’t met before.”

“Did you put on a nightie?”

“Yeah,” she laughed nervously. “I didn’t have time for anything fancy—I just stripped naked and threw on the first thing in the drawer. You’l like this: no panties, no bra. Just a fril y white nighty that goes to my thighs, and splits up the hip.”

I gulped. “Shit yeah, I like that.”

“I’l show it to you someday.”

“How did it go at the door?” I asked.

Her voice stil low, she answered, “About like you’d expect, for the first round.
Hi, kiss.
Hi, kiss.
Then I told them Dad wasn’t home yet, and wouldn’t be for maybe half an hour. They weren’t casual any more. For a few minutes it got strange, with my nightie sliding off my shoulders, and me crawling up their chests to kiss them. It was like,
Greetings, kiss kiss kiss.

And
Nice to meet you, kiss kiss kiss.”

I laughed. “You gave them seconds?”

“Seconds, and thirds, and fourths,” she said. “Trapper, I was getting
mouth juice
from them. They were drooling on me! They stood around as I got them their drinks, staring and talking to me. They kissed me when I gave them their glasses. Also, they were
polite
for once. I remembered what you said. When I caught them staring at my legs, or at my chest, I had a nasty voice inside my head that said: ‘
That’s
for the tit jokes when I was thirteen.’ Or, ‘You’l never cal me a late bloomer again!’ It was pretty ludicrous, I mean, it isn’t real y revenge if they get to see me half naked. But it certainly got me into the mood.”

“So you weren’t nervous?”

“Hel , no!” she exclaimed. “They were
scared
of me, if you can believe it. They jumped aside when I squeezed past them. I bumped Petros in the lap with my ass, and he almost col apsed. They fidgeted when I talked to them. It was awesome. I final y know how to control these guys.”

“You’re a wet dream, honey,” I sighed. I had a raging hard-on.

“I’m a dominatrix,” she said, laughing at herself. “Just get me naked enough and I get bossy!” She burst out giggling. “I have my back to them, they’re staring at me through the doorway from the family room.”

“Is the TV room dark?” I asked heavily.

“Yes.”

“The light through the doorway is going through your nightie,” I said. “They can see everything.”

“I think you’re right,” she said cheerful y. “They’re tricky bastards! I guess I have no more secrets from them!”

“I want to see that nightie someday,” I said. I was trying not to groan. She had me
so
turned on.

“Someday, someday. Are you stil going to cal in a few minutes, Trap?”

“Sure. Stil want me to?” She’d been so brave, I thought I should give her the chance to back out. I knew she wouldn’t take it.

“Yeah, I’m not done screwing with them yet.”

She hung up the phone.

I gave her a good three or four minutes to get back to her room and change. Then I dialed her number. It rang four times, before someone final y picked up.

“Okay, Emmy, I said I’d get it! Hel o?” The voice was deep and masculine, with a Queens accent.

“Hi. I need to speak with Emmeline. Is she in?”

“Um, no,” said the guy. “Emmeline is not available for the phone.”

“I just spoke to her five minutes ago,” I said.

I heard Emmeline shouting in the background. “Who is it?”

“Who is this?” the man demanded.

“This is Trapper, her boyfriend,” I said. “Listen, it’s pretty important.”

The man cal ed out, “Emmeline, it’s your
boyfriend
. He says it’s
important
.”

I heard laughter in the background.

Emmeline shouted back, “I’m stil naked, can it wait?”

The guy on the phone didn’t even have to check with me. “No, you need to get out here right
now
.”

Emmeline gave an aggravated groan, and I heard a door open and close. The voices in the background grew hushed immediately.

I heard Emmeline say, “Thanks, Petro.”

Then, into the phone, “Hel o?”

I said, “Oh jeez, you must be the bravest girl I know.”

“Tel me about it,” she said. “Hang on Trapper. You there, what’s your name?”

“Bil y,” a voice answered her.

Emmeline said, “Bil y, don’t put your feet on the table, please, okay?”

“Sorry.”

She said, “See? They’re so easy to handle now. They’re like pussycats. I want to just stand here ordering them around.”

I didn’t have time for any of that. There was one overwhelming question in my mind. “What are you wearing, Emmeline?”

“French-cut panties. Big loose tank top. It’s a wife-beater, the armholes hang down to my ribs. I have it tied up so they can see my underwear.”

“Wow. I love wife-beaters, you know.”

“I wore it in honor of you. That’s why I dug it out. It’s Dad’s. I stole it one day out of the dryer.”

My mind fil ed with too many ideas to count, too many desires to tel Emmeline over the phone. “You should wear that into the city for me.”

“Um,
right
. Maybe under a jacket. You mean, wear it by itself? It’s
really
fucking showy.”

“Yeah, wear it by itself. I official y request it.”

“I shouldn’t have told you about it. Since you official y requested it, I now feel like I have to seriously consider wearing it for you. Not.”

“You’re just standing there, and they’re staring at you?”

“Let me see, I’l go back to the doorway.” She paused a second, then said, “
Everybody
get your feet off the table.”

There was a terse, Queens-style argument that I couldn’t fol ow, but which sounded like a dogfight. Then she was back on the phone.

“Yes, they’re looking at me. I’m going to run around like this for a while.”

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

“I’m going to stand in front of the TV, and block their view so they have to look at me ful on. And then I’l go into great detail why they can’t put their feet on the table.”

“That’s good,” I said.

“I’m going to say the word ‘table’ so much it wil stop making sense to them. Just to fuck with them. Then I’l personal y go take off their shoes. I’l crouch down in front of them.”

“Great thinking.” I could barely speak.

“I’m kil ing you, right?” she giggled. “I’m as naked as I’ve ever been for a bunch of strange guys, and you can’t see it.”

“Yes.”

“But you can imagine it.”

“Yes I can.”

“Maybe you don’t need to. I see one of them has his phone out. If he’s taking pictures I’l have him text you some.”

She had me al tied up. I didn’t even try to answer.