“Room sixty-nine,” the greasy looking manager grins as he hands over a key. He smells like Bud Light, Marlboro’s, and sweat. “Last door on the...left.”You’d have grinned and laughed and made a cheesy, dirty joke about our room assignment. You don’t though. You’ve gone mute. Which, surprisingly, has the monster in me seeing red.“Have fun,” the fat man leers while the monster rages.I grit my teeth and take the key.-The pungent odor of sex, stale traces of marijuana, and Pine-Sol slap me in the face. We stayed naked around the house like usual, with an occasional blowjob or a quick fuck, but not too much. Emily and Carolyn were at school all week, but Carolyn was staying late for some extracurricular activities, so I thought it would be a good time to focus on Emily. Emily got home from school on Tuesday, and she stripped naked like she normally does. I was sitting on the couch, and she came over and sat next to me. "How was your day, sweetie" I asked"Good, daddy, but I couldn't stop. "Enough of that." I closed my eyes as the vaguely apricot aroma of the tea reached my nostrils, when she most elegantly poured. The tea steamed, but so, figuratively, did Carol. I didn't want to speculate about my temperature."I wouldn't insult the Iron Goddess of Mercy, Curt, but Gerri does great scenes over formal tea. She really was a debutante, and delights in having people that sneak her out of high-society looks and get down and dirty. No, I don't mean the gardener getting her dirty, but. “What?”“Did you ever think you might want to kiss me?”I pushed away from the desk and turned my chair to face her, my heart was hammering, “Not really, I don’t think of you like that.”She straightened up, moved to straddle my legs and sat on them, she hooked her hands over my shoulders then said with a small smile, “Maybe you should.” I put my hands on her waist and pulled slightly, she came easily to me, our lips bonded for the first time ever. I had never kissed a girl before and I’m sure.