The template information is correct, I have no clue why diary land isn't updating it.
Oh well. Fuck it.
So back to Emily from Thursday night. I log on to my email at work yesterday morning and get an email from her first thing in the AM: "Sorry about yesterday. Call me at some point."
So I called on my lunch hour and she asked if I wanted to hang out that tonight (Friday). I had plans to go out with some friens, but told her we could do something about some point. She suggested that I just come over after I go out, cab back to her place. She said that she'd go out too and we'd meet up later.
I was pretty drunk by the time I decided to call it a night. One of my friends that was out had been fighting off a really bad cold and had only consumed one beer all night, she agreed to drive me to Emily's.
I got there and she wasn't home yet. Her roommate let me in and I went into her room. Being the nosey chap that I am, I decided to take the chance to rummage through her stuff a little. Nothing serious, just poking around in her top drawer and such. She had three or four condoms in the drawer, along with a funky shaped vibrator. There were also some pictures that she had done of her nude, but I've seen those before.
I didn't need to be nosey to see the used condoms in the trash can next to her bed. There wasn't anything else except a crumpled piece of paper. Her desk had a couple phone numbers on it that was not in her hand writing.
There was a journal like book next to the bed, I picked it up. It was a journal of some sort, and the last entry was noted as the day she and I hung out. Her personal thoughts are not my business, I quickly put it back without reading anything. If there were any thoughts she wanted to share with me, she would.
I turned on the TV and lied in bed, eventually nodding off. I remember becoming annoyed, it seemed as though she forgot that she told me to come over.
I'm not sure how much time went by, but I woke up to someone crawling up on me. Emily crawled up to me, saying hello, kissing my neck and rubbing me through my pants.
The sex was a blur, being half asleep and still very drunk and starting to feel a little hung over as well. I remember that she was especially aggressive, I have scratch marks on my chest from her grabbing and pulling at my nipples.
Emily has never liked it doggystyle, but I do remember fucking her doggy. She had her hands on the wall in front of her, pushing back on my cock as I thrust into her. I remember that when we started fucking her jeans were still on and around her ankles, shirt pulled up to her neck, bra unclasped but still on. I remember before sliding into her that I asked if we should get a rubber and she just grabbed me and slid it into her.
I know I came inside her, I think it was when we were fucking doggystyle. She only lets me take her from behind when she's drunk, and I usually am not a huge fan of doggy. With Em I am, she has the most amazing back and ass, along with a trixie tattoo on her back that drives me nuts. There is something about girls with tattoos on their back that I can't resist.
We got up this morning and she invited me to shower with her. She leaned against the wall and I went down on her. Using one of her hands she spread herself open for me, the water running into my mouth as my upturned head was pressed into her flesh between her legs.
I stood and pushed her against the wall, wrapping her legs around me, fucking her while standing. Gripping her ass tightly, the combination of her pressed against me, sucking my ear, the hot water running over us, I soon was spurting my cum inside her again.
We had breakfast and I had to ask some questions...why the change in condom use? Is she on the pill? We had a long talk, but some answers I felt as though she tapped danced around. She's not on the pill, she gets a shot. She doesn't have unprotected sex with anyone else, would I like to see proof?
She drove me to my car, kissed me cheek and said that she'd catch me later. In Emily's world, that could be at 2am tonight...or in three weeks. We'll see.