Chapter 9 -- Emma
I met Emma while I was working on a bouldering problem at the green gate up in Rock Canyon. The route I was working on was called "Chicago" and it involved some big ape-swinging moves to master it. I was top-roped because this particular route was about fifty feet high, and if you fell, you would land on a hard gravel road. Anyway, I had been trying to master the route for a couple of weeks on the day I met Emma. The whole route was over-vertical, which meant that you had to choose your hand and foot placements very carefully.
Emma walked up to the gate just as I was starting the route. My hand strength by this time, was extremely good, since I was climbing every day. I made my left hand-placement on a small hold, stepped up onto the rock and swung up to the right hand-placement above a small overhang. Using my momentum, I then swung up to the next left hand-placement and landed my feet on small holds under the overhang.
Reversing my right hand to grasp the next hold from below (pulling upward), I swung a foot up over the first overhang. I had to move fairly quickly to mantle the small ledge above the first overhang, and then I was on to the moves taking me up through the second overhang. This was the first time I had gotten this far without any slips, and I was feeling good. The second overhang went even better than the first, and I was soon on the wall above it, scurrying up to the top of the route.
When I made it to the top, I did a little dance of celebration, removed my rope and belay point, and made my way off the back side of the rock and down the trail back to the road. When I got back to the green gate, Emma was standing there applauding me. "That was amazing," she said.
"Thanks," I replied. "Do you climb?"
"No," she said. "But I would like to try." Then she quickly added, "Nothing that hard, though, my arms aren't strong enough to do what you just did."
I laughed. "You just saw me succeed. I have fallen on this route over a hundred times before I had that first success. My hands and arms are this strong only because I refused to give up after failing so many times."
"That is even better," she replied. "I admire your tenacity as much as your strength. I'll bet there are very few people determined enough to climb that rock."
"There are only two of us that I know of," I said. "The other guy climbs it without a rope, but I haven't reached the confidence level to do that yet. If you fall from this route without a rope, you will likely die."
"Wow," she exclaimed. "Are you planning to climb it without a rope too?"
"Someday," I replied. "But first, I have to climb it many times roped with no falls. Maybe then, I will be confident enough to climb it without a rope."
"Are you a student at BYU?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied. "You?"
"Yes," she said. "I go to BYU too. What is your major?"
"I want a degree in Mechanical Engineering, but I just transferred here, so I still have a couple of years or so to go," I replied. "What is your major?"
"Recreation Management," she answered.
"Did you walk up here?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. I take it that is your VW down by the pump house."
That's my ride," I said. "Do you have any plans right now?"
"What did you have in mind?" she asked.
"Well," I answered. "I was planning to go to McDonalds for dinner. I would pop for a burger, fries and shake for you too, if you want to go with me."
"I'm Emma, by the way," she said.
"Oh, I should have introduced myself. I'm Pete," I replied. "So, would you like to go with me?"
"Yes, Pete," she said with a smile. "I would love to go to dinner with you."
We drove down out of the canyon and down the hill from campus to McDonalds. I ordered my meal and asked her to order what she wanted. She just said, "I'll have the same as you are having."
We collected our food and found a place to eat and talk. I found out that Emma was a freshman living at Helaman Halls, on the other side of the campus from where I lived. In fact, we would have to pass her dorm to get to my apartment. She was fascinated that I had an apartment all of my own. I asked if she would like to see it, and she replied, "Maybe some time."
I smiled and said, "I guess that means I have to ask you out for a second date."
"I guess so," she laughed. "You are a very interesting person, so I would like to get to know you better anyway."
"What are you doing tomorrow after school?" I asked.
Her eyes opened wide, as I don't think she was expecting that, but she recovered quickly. "Is there something special you want to do?" she asked.
"There is a good pizza place just off the south side of campus. Have you been there?" I asked.
"No, I haven't, but I've heard it is good," she replied.
"It is definitely the best pizza in Provo," I said. "So, does that mean you will go with me?"
"Yes," she answered. "What time tomorrow?"
"I will pick you up at your dorm," I said. "Just write your dorm name and room number on the napkin, and I will pick you up in the lobby at 6 PM, if that's OK with you."
She laughed. "That's fine. I take it that you have picked up girls at the dorms before. Boys can't go beyond the lobby, but they will send somebody to get me when you arrive if I'm not already in the lobby."
"Yes, I have picked up a couple of dates at the dorms," I replied. We talked a bit more before I took Emma back to her dorm. Maybe the next evening she would want to see my apartment. She interested me because she didn't seem like the average BYU coed just looking to find a husband. She had only hinted at her plans for after graduation, but I wanted to know more.
Our date was for a Friday evening, so I knew enough to make reservations at the Brick Oven pizzeria in advance. I asked if they had any secluded spots, and they told me that had just the place for me and my date. I picked Emma up at her dorm the next evening, and she was waiting for me in the lobby, even though I was right on time. I appreciated that, since it avoided all of the girls staring at me while I waited for my date to come down.
I was able to find a place to park and we went into the restaurant. From her looks and body language, I could tell that she appreciated me opening doors for her and adjusting her chair at the table. The waiter took our order and then let us talk. Our table was, indeed secluded, and there wasn't any loud music or conversation close to us. By the time the drinks and pizza arrived, we had gotten to know each other fairly well.
"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "This pizza is SO good."
"Yeah," I agreed. "I eat here every once in a while."
Emma wanted to know all about me, so I told her all that I could. I told her that I had served in Southeast Asia (NOT Vietnam), and that I sometimes had nightmares from my experiences there. She wanted to know what gave me nightmares, and I told her that my job was classified, but that my biggest fear was of being caught and tortured by the NVA. I also told her about a man I found who had been crucified, skinned alive, and left to rot. That shocked her, and she didn't ask any more about my time in SEA that evening.
She did ask, though, how often I had these nightmares. I told her the truth. I had the nightmares almost every night unless I was being held close by a woman. That, of course, opened up a whole new series of questions. I answered all of her questions as honestly as I could without getting into too many details, but by the end of the evening, she knew that I was fairly experienced with women. That didn't put her off, though, and she commented that my experiences had made me who I was. She also said that, so far, she was interested in that person who I was.
When we were finished with our dinner (I took a couple of pizza slices home with me wrapped in foil), I asked if she would like to see my apartment. She answered, "Yes," and we drove back to my place. Nobody was around, which was nice, and we climbed the stairs to my place over the garage. Once inside, I asked for her coat and shoes, and removed my own as well. Like I mentioned before, there weren't a lot of places to sit in my apartment, so after a very quick tour, we both sat on my bed.
We continued to talk, and I learned that Emma was interested in opening a spa after she graduated. She had learned massage and facial care at a salon during the summer before she left for university, and she thought that a high-class spa with all sorts of services for men and women would be a good business. By keeping it up-scale, she figured she could keep the riff-raff away and attract wealthy clients. Although there are spas like this all over the world today, back in 1973, this was a fairly new idea, and I thought it would probably work for her.
Emma was a cute, girl, with dark blonde hair, green eyes and a nice figure. She was definitely attractive in my eyes. I must have been similarly attractive to her as well, because during our conversation, she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Thank you," I said softly. "That was nice."
"I like you, Pete," she said. "I like you a lot, and I don't want you to have any more nightmares."
I looked into her eyes, which were tearing up just a bit, and leaned in for another kiss. She returned it completely, and we were soon laying there on my bed kissing and caressing each other. I wasn't attempting to seduce Emma. It just worked out that we both ended up naked in bed. She cooed and moaned every time I touched her in a new spot, and she was returning the caresses with enthusiasm, but honestly, I was mostly just touching her through her clothes. It was actually her that started undressing me first. I was thinking, 'Man, this girl has some experience in the bedroom.'
Emma unbuttoned my shirt, and unfastened my belt and pants, and then slid them off of me one piece at a time. All this time, we were kissing passionately. When my shirt was removed from my shoulders, I decided it was time for me to start undressing her as well. I started by sliding her sweater up and over her head, leaving her with just her bra covering her breasts.
I moved my kisses down her body, so I was kissing and sucking her upper breasts. Next, I reached around her to unhook her bra, which immediately fell free of her breasts. Her hands came up to cover her breasts, so there was still evidence of innocence there. However, when I pulled her bra away and kissed down her breasts, she removed her hands and allowed me freedom of movement.
Her breasts were absolutely beautiful, large and rounded in shape and erect nipples on small areolas. Emma's hands flew up again, but this time it was to pull me in rather than to fend me off. When my mouth found her nipples, she drew in so much air, I was worried that she would suck all of the oxygen from the room. It was pretty obvious that she was enjoying having me suckle her nipples.
Emma's hands didn't remain on my head for long, though. She pushed my pants and boxers down my legs to my knees. Again, I thought, 'This girl is experienced,' but she didn't seem to know what she should do from there. She wasn't holding or caressing my cock like an experienced girl would do. Instead, her hands were holding my head and my butt, just pulling me to her body.
As I suckled her breasts, I pushed my pants and boxers off, and then I unhooked and unzipped her skirt and lowered it and her panties down her legs and off her feet. Emma was kissing my forehead and whispering, "No more nightmares for you." I don't know if she actually knew what she was saying, but it truly had a calming effect on me.
I was now laying on top of Emma, her legs to both sides of my waist and providing me with a perfect saddle. I continued to suckle her nipples as she massaged my back. "Is this what you meant by having a woman close to you?" she asked.
"Mmmm..." I moaned into her breast.
"I think I could get used to this," she whispered as she continued to kiss my forehead. When I started to move my lips down her body, she asked, "What are you doing?"
I replied, "I'm going to try to bring you pleasure."
As my lips reached her pussy, though, she stopped me. "Not there," she said. "That is nasty." So many Filipinas had stopped me, saying that it was 'dirty' and this was the same thing. I explained to her that any lover who wouldn't do this for his woman wasn't worth having, and then I licked her from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris, sending her into another realm of reality.
It had been my experience that once a woman felt what a tongue and mouth could do for them, they would no longer have any objections to me eating their pussies. This proved to be true with Emma as well. Her posture went from defensive to eager in the time it took for my tongue to travel from one end of her vulva to the other. Hands that had been blocking me were quickly pulling me closer. "Oh my God," she cried. "Oh wow. Yes, yes, yes."
Eating a woman's pussy accomplishes a few things. First, it gets her ready to have sex, her vagina producing adequate lubrication to allow penetration. Second, it allows the man to assess the woman's health. If there is something wrong, it will soon be evident. Bad smells, bumps, sores or warts are all signs that he should not proceed any further with a woman. Third, it allows the man to assess her experience level (to some extent). He can tell, for instance, whether or not she is a virgin (not absolutely, of course). Beyond that, he can tell by her vagina how stretched it has been in the past. If it is loose, she has likely had a lot of experience with big cocks. If her hymen is gone, but her pussy is tight, then it is likely she has some experience involving her vagina, but not a lot.
Emma's pussy was sweet and sweet smelling, had no blemishes, and her hymen was still intact just inside her vaginal entrance. I loved licking and sucking the various bits in her vulva, and my finger found a small, but not insurmountable hole in her hymen. "Careful," she cried when my finger slid into her. "Nobody has ever done that before."
Of course, I already knew that from my explorations. "Don't worry," I said. "I will be gentle." With that, Emma relaxed (at least as much as she could relax with my mouth sucking her clit and my finger searching for the most sensitive bits in her vagina).
I spent a lot of time eating Emma's pussy. It was enjoyable for both of us, and I knew that it would make things easier if we continued. That, of course, was NOT a foregone conclusion. Many girls I romanced at BYU got all the way to the point of penetration and stopped me. I never had sex with any girl unless she wanted to do so (or at least raised no objections).
When Emma's orgasm started crashing over her in waves, she pulled me up to kiss me and wrapped her legs around my waist as her body shuddered in pleasure. My cockhead slid into her vaginal entrance, against her hymen but not through it, and I paused. I was going to ask if she was sure that she wanted to continue when she rocked her hips and pushed down against my cock.
My natural reaction was to thrust up into her vagina, and my cock was almost fully in her in one stroke. She gasped and winced, having experienced some pain, but always pulling me into her with her arms and legs. I lay there between her legs for a minute, letting her vagina get used to my cock embedded in it. I could feel blood seeping out of her vagina around my cock and running down to my balls.
I felt Emma's vagina start to flex internally, telling me that she was probably ready to continue. I slowly slid my cock out of her pussy until only the head remained. Then I slowly thrust back into her depths until my cockhead was firmly seated against her cervix. After that, I started increasing the tempo and power of my thrusts until we were slapping against each other with force and rapidity.
In all honesty, many women don't put much effort into sex, instead choosing to just lay on their backs letting the man do all of the work. Exceptional women, like Emma, match the man stroke for stroke, meeting every thrust with a counter-thrust. Good sex is almost always noisy sex, and sex with Emma was very noisy.
When she started getting close to the end, I remembered to ask about birth control. She said that she was already on the pill, even though she had never had sex before. With that, there was nothing left but to bring us both to orgasm. That didn't take long for her. I felt her vaginal muscles start to milk my cock as waves of pleasure washed through her system, and that quickly sent me over the edge as well.
It felt like I pumped a gallon of seed through her cervix and into her womb, her body drinking it up as quickly as it shot from my cock. Spurt after spurt of semen entered deep into her body, with very little leaking back out through her vagina afterwards.
I finally collapsed. I rolled a little to the side to prevent crushing her under my weight, but she rolled with me to keep my cock trapped in her pussy. I like it when a woman does this. She was kissing me. She smiled and said, "All of my life I was told that sex was something to be endured, that it was painful, and that women didn't really enjoy it. Now, I know that all of that was just a lie to keep girls from having sex."
Emma kissed me again and asked, "May I stay here with you tonight? I want to be the one to keep the nightmares away."
I nodded my assent. Even though I figured that the chance of discovery would increase if a girl stayed overnight in my apartment, it seemed well worth it to have Emma in my bed. First, though, was the matter of cleaning my bed linens. Emma had bled, and I hadn't put a towel down, so my sheets had blood on them.