Natural Part 2

 

"What's wrong," Emily asked me, sitting on the edge of the bed after she finished dressing for work.

"N...nothing, why?" I asked.

"You look melancholy," she said, "I thought you'd be in a good mood after last night, didn't you enjoy it?"

I shrugged. "I...I guess," I said.

"You guess?" she asked. "You seemed so happy when you were inside me."

"Did...did you? Enjoy it?" That wasn't what had me melancholy, but still, she asked.

She smiled. "The before that part," she smiled, "you're so good at that part."

"And the inside you part?"

She gave me that look. "Sweetie, that part's for you, it's okay."

"I try," I said.

"Is that what you're melancholy about? I told you before it's fine."

I almost lied, but didn't. How long I lasted bothered me, but it wasn't what bothered me then. "You...last night...you said...you said...I thought we...I mean..."

"What?" she asked, clearly confused.

"I thought you...I thought you love me," I blurted out.

She narrowed her eyes. "You doubt that?"

"Last night you said, never your boyfriend...I just thought...I mean..."

She smiled like she was amused something a child said. "Sweetie..."

"I just thought we...we were..."

"We are, sweetie. This..." She pointed to me, to the bra and panties I wore. "This isn't exactly boyfriend material, is it? I've always thought of boyfriend material as strong, masculine, virile. A bra and panty set isn't exactly that, is it?"

"Emily, you...you said...we've talked about...the future."

"I said you were my friend and my lover, not my boyfriend. You are. My friend. My lover. But don't try to be more than that. Oh, god, you look like someone I'm breaking up with," she said.

"Emily..."

"Silly, I want you as my friend and lover, I want to talk about the future. Just...by not my boyfriend I mean I want you, I just want you soft and pretty, I don't want you trying to be my boyfriend, you're not good at it, just be who you are."

"You...you're not breaking up with me?"

"You silly thing," she shook her head. "No, I'm not breaking up with you, my goodness. I saw your face last night when you were inside me, I know you're conflicted, confused. I know you wish would stop trying to be what you aren't...like let it go and just enjoy what you are."

"Not your boyfriend," I said.

"Never my boyfriend," she smiled. "My girlfriend, maybe, but not my boyfriend. Leave those things to the men."