Evan - Reconnecting Early

We always have a burst of intimacy before Emily goes to visit Evan. Maybe it's guilt, maybe it's solidifying our connection, maybe it's pre-reunification. I don't know, but it happens every time.

It was last night, after B was in bed. We had a late dinner together (we still had family dinner, as in we all sat together at normal dinner time because family dinner is important to us). After dinner, we packed for her trip together (on Saturday during the day I made sure all the laundry was done so she'd have everything she needed to pick from, got out a suitcase and packing cube, gathered all the accessories and necessities she'd need, etc. Basically, I was her lady's maid).

Anyway, we had a nice dinner together in the candle-lit dining room (I made a mussel recipe, one of her favorites). We dressed in pretty dresses, hose, and heels. We had a pre-dinner cocktail and split a bottle of wine.

And of course, a little tipsy, ended up in bed, sans dresses, still in hose, pressed against one another. Kissing. Talking. Giggling.

"You're leaking," she said at one point, looking down, seeing the wet spot on the front of me through the sheer fabric. "You're going make a mess of both our hose."

"S...sorry," I mumbled, slightly embarrassed, not sure why I should be.

She looked closer. "My god, Sara, that's...how long has it been since...didn't we last month?"

I shrugged. "N...no," I said, "I...I just pampered you."

"We haven't milked you since...February?"

"The last week of January," I said. "After we got back from skiing."

I saw her think, count in her mind. "That was like, what? Two and a half months ago?"

I nodded. "I...I know," I said.

"Sweetie, why didn't you say something? You must be straining."

I blushed, didn't answer.

"You're blushing," she said.

"Maybe."

"Why?" I bit my lip. "Sara?"

I shrugged.

"Hon...I should...I should milk you before I go..."

"I...I'd rather not," I said softly.

"But Sara, look at this," she said, "you must be leaking all the time."

"M...maybe," I said. "I mean...whenever I think about things."

"Let me help you."

I shook my head. "You...you can wait till you get back," I said.

"Why?"

"It's more...enticing...if I'm...more...more excited," I said.

She laughed. "Of course," she said, "duh."

I shrugged. "Just being honest," I said.

"It really is?"

"Yea," I nodded. "I...when you go away I get...you know...when I think of the two of you, I get so jealous and...and when I'm...excited...it, I don't know...balances things out."

She kissed me. Deep. Hard. 

"What was that for?"

"For being the best thing that ever happened to me," she said.

"I love you," I said.

She reached down, gathered a large drop of what leaked on her finger, brought it to my lips. "Lick," she said, pushing her finger gently into my mouth. "Lick."

I sucked her finger, tasted myself, sucked up and down, giving her finger a blowjob, the symbolism not lost on her.

"It's not fair, is it?"

"What? Evan?"

"Not just that, but that," she nodded. "I can't even remove it if I want to."

"We agreed," I said.

"I know. Is it selfish? All the things he gets to do and you can't do anything all year. Don't you miss it?"

I shrugged. "Of course," I said. "But...but we agreed."

She reached down, touched me. "I like it soft," she said.

"So do I," I said.

"But you like it swollen, too," she said.

"I know...I like it...but I don't. It...it's confusing. I mean, swollen, it's confusing. I...I start thinking like a boy and...I like that part but not the rest of it."

"I read what you wrote the other day."

"It just came out," I said.

"She was cruel," Emily said. 

"I know."

"She didn't have to be. All she had to do was let you be you."

"You see that," I told her, "she didn't."

"It still bothers you?"

"When I think about it, yes," I said. "You're right, she was cruel. I suppose that's what I didn't like. Not the teasing, I do that, but the cruelty."

"It...it bothered me and I always felt guilty."

"You shouldn't feel guilty for not being masculine," Emily said.

"I know, I know, not just that, I tried...to please her...I felt guilty about that, but also because...for being turned on."

"My love," she touched my face. "She shouldn't have been cruel. I was never cruel."

"No," agreed, "the opposite. You...you told me it was okay."

"Because it was, love, because it was. Remember when you cried?"

I nodded (I'll tell the story). "Yea," I said.

She looked down. "You're still leaking," she said. "You sure you'll be okay?"

"I want to wait until you're back," I said.

"I love you," she kissed me, long and deep.

"I love you, too," I tried to say, couldn't through the kiss, just thought it instead.