Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

And then there was Larry. And Adrian. Neither of them were unaware of the size of her breasts under her sweater. In fact, Larry made no bones about his observation.

Adrian was more subtle perhaps but he was not innocent.

Her head was spinning with it all. It had happened too fast. She wished that other world would just disappear for a while and allow her time to think. Things had been so much easier when she was with Arthur, controlled, calm, mostly predictable. If only Larry would stop examining her body! It brought things too close. But then, she had to admit to herself, she was not free of the image of his jutting cock.

She was a fair-minded girl, after all. Tit for tat. Or, perhaps, tit for that.

And then they were all getting up and mounting their horses. Her knee was much better now. It seemed that they were going to continue the tour of the property.

Saying that he had a tennis date with Karen-and the mention of the name frightened Emily-Larry begged off. Angela, however, decided to forego watching her husband play tennis In favor of the further ride. If that was all right, darling. But of course, my love. And, after sufficient billing and cooing, Larry trotted off across the rolling fields in the direction of the house, one of whose turrets could just be seen.

The three riders turned and, in single file, entered the woods by the bridle path Larr y and Angela had emerged from. For a half mile or so, they climbed beside a small stream. The forest was a delight, tall and still and beautiful. The horses knew their way along this trail, so there was very little riding that needed to be done. Emily could merely sit and gaze about herself at the huge boles of the trees as they rose with great solemnity toward the sun. In the lead, Adrian and Angela were speaking lowly, but their voices did not impinge upon Emily's sense of communion with the trees. She dropped farther behind, vaguely wanting this immensity to herself. Her horse came to a standstill, but she didn't notice it. The vast trunks soared over her head, seeming to bend in upon themselves one hundred feet above. A stellar's jay came clattering to stand upon a branch seventy feet above her head and scream at her. So she gave the gelding a bit of her heel and ambled on. Adrian and Angela were nearly out of sight up among the boulders along the stream.

The stillness was awesome. A city girl, she was not accustomed to the emptiness which assailed ears usually battered by the subliminal hum of man's vast creations. It was not silent, no. There was the jay, and the stream, and now and then a breeze to stir the undergrowth. But behind all those small sounds lay a great pool of calm, of stillness, upon which no ripples ran.

Everything here was overwhelming!

More time passed, as did more trees. She climbed more sharply now, and the stream made pools and waterfalls. Eventually, she recognized that she was coming to a clearing. She broke from the forest to discover, herself in a small alpine meadow bordering a lake. Adrian and Angela had already dismounted and were chatting at the edge of the lake. There was a bouldery island in the middle of the lake from which grew a few haphazard trees. Wildflowers abounded. The leak seem ed to rise straight above her head. She was, in fact, in a lovely cirque below one of the buttress ridges which led to the summit. The lake was backed by cliffs and steep rock slides.

The sun shone down upon her, doubling its intensity by reflection off the cliffs, and the air was still. After the humid coolness of the forest, it was a delightful change.

She trotted gaily across the green.

Angela came to help Emily dismount. Emily's knee had stiffened somewhat during the ride, and she was grateful for the courtesy. But as she dropped to the ground, Angela's eyes met her own, and there passed a moment of total, though startling, communion between them. And there, then, was the other world rearing its ugly head. What had that look meant? It had been like being photographed from deep within the girl, as though her soul had reached out and grasped Emily's before Emily had taken the chance to protect herself. She had felt her insides scooped out, and all the emotions and imaginations which should have remained hidden were put at the girl's disposal.

But there was nothing of this in Angela's gay chirruping. As she danced back toward the rock upon which Adrian contemplated the universe, she stooped now and again to pluck the lovely wildflowers. She had a pretty bouquet to hand to him then with a stately and comical gesture.

But poor Emily! Really, she hardly knew which way to turn. Angela was so very sweet, so guileless. Maybe all this lust was her own invention. Perhaps there had been nothing in that look save a friendly recipience. And what if it were all her own imagination? Did that mean that she was responsible for making these events happen? God, what was the matter with her? At least, if they were being forced upon her, she might excuse herself. But if she were the one…

Emily lay down in the grass and flowers, slightly apart from Angela and Adrian. The sun baked into her, and soon she had the uncomfortable, prickly feeling of being too hot to add to her worries. Her sweater had perhaps been the wrong thing to wear.

Sweat was beginning to trickle across her skin inside it, along the valley between her breasts and among the hairs of her armpits. If only Arthur were here? She'd be able to talk to him, at least. Of course, she had begun last night by confiding everything in Adrian and Laura, but so much had happened since then. She, didn't feel any longer that she could talk freely to her host. Besides, there was something about him which frightened her. He was too silent, she supposed, using his eyes to communicate for him. He made you feel as though he knew everything you were going to say before you said it, a belittling and confusing feeling. He flustered her. Before the ride, she had found herself talking faster and faster to make up for his silence, and the more she talked the more inane she heard herself become. Cod! It had only been, by an effort of the will that she managed to cheer up when her horse was finally brought to her. At least she had felt on a par with the horse! And then she had given him a good run for his money. At least she had told him something by the way she had ridden that horse.

"Hey!" Angela was bending out across the edge of the lake. "The water's not bad.

Let's go swimming."

Adrian withdrew from his meditation upon the rock and grinned. "Sure. Why not?"

"Emily?"

"Oh, no. You go ahead."

"Certain? The water really is nice."

"No thanks, Angela. My knee, you know."

But that, of course, was just an excuse. She watched with envy the unself-conscious way in which Angela stripped off her clothes. She revealed to the sun a very lovely and very blond little body, as soft and naked as ever love could want her to be.

Looking like September Morn, she waded out into the lake and folded herself into the waves. Adrian, meanwhile, had also stripped, and that handsome man had just as handsome a body as a face. Muscular, but not overbearingly so, rather hairy, and quite well hung. His big, circumcised cock curved down over a tight scrotum. He was beautifully tanned all over. He, certainly, was slightly more aware of his attractive shape than Angela had seemed, but then you had to make allowances for the fact that he was a man. Strutting around in his gorgeous plumage, and all that sort of thing. So silly! But, silly as it was, Emily couldn't quite make herself look away from that rippling body and that equally fascinating cock.

"Are you s ure, Emily, that you won't swim?" Adrian made it quite obvious that he was standing directly facing her.

"Quite sure, thank you." Men!

"Well, if you change your mind… " He left the sentence hanging and turned away with an exaggerated ripple of his haunches. And, being a man, he disdained to walk into the water. Instead, he followed the shore of the lake until it joined the cliff, and there he found a boulder which he could climb, on which he could pose, and from which he could dive. In all fairnes s, it was quite a good dive.