“Yeah, probably.” Jason responds.
They arrive at Jason’s home. It’s a modest two-story house. Emmy follows him inside. “Hi, honey.” A voice can be heard from across the house as the two teens enter.
“Hi, mom.” Jason says meekly, hoping to avoid any embarrassment from his doting mother.
“Can you go out and rake the leaves before your father gets home?” The slightly shrill voice gets louder as Jason’s mother walks toward the vestibule. The older woman with grey hair appears in view, noticing that Jason has a friend with him.
“Can I do it later? We have to work on something for school.” Jason responds.
“Are you going to introduce me to your friend here?” His mother asks as she smiles at Emmy. It’s rare that Jason has a friend over, and even more rare that he brings a girl over. In fact, this is the first time his mother has seen him with a girl.
“Oh, uh, this is Emmy.” Jason says awkwardly.
“Hi.” Emmy smiles politely.
“Hi, dear. How are you?” His mother says ecstatically. She notices how pretty her son’s friend is. Thankfully Emmy is looking a bit more subdued today, otherwise Jason’s conservative mother would think he’s brought home a whore.
“Um, I’m good.” Emmy says shyly.
“Come on.” Jason says quietly as he motions for her to follow him to the stairs.
“Do you kids want something to drink? I can bring up some fruit punch. Or cookies. Is your friend staying for dinner?” His nebbish mother asks.
“No thanks, mom.” Jason says in an agitated tone as he rushes up the stairs with Emmy behind him.
They enter his room. Emmy looks around it, noting how organized it is. “I like your house.” Emmy says to him politely as he shuts the door behind her, his face a bit red from embarrassment. She recognized how clean and sterile his house is, with antique furniture everywhere. He’s obviously the child of older parents.
“Th-thanks.” He says quietly, concentrating on not shaking from having her in his room. “Uh…” He watches as she sits on his bed. He’s thought about this image for years. Emmy notices him staring. “Sorry about, uh, about my mom.” He forces a playful chuckle.
“She seems nice.” Emmy says politely.
“So, um, this is my room.” Jason stands there awkwardly, taking a deep breath.
“Cool room.” Emmy tries to sound sincere, looking at her surroundings. She notices the book shelf, the science fiction and video game posters, and figurines neatly standing on his long desk.
“So… So I guess we should get started.” He says as he sits at his computer desk. His stubby finger goes to boot it up, shaking a little. Having Emmy in his room is almost a sensory overload for him.
“Oh yeah, I need to be somewhere at six, so can you drive me home at like five? I need to get ready…” Emmy says as she takes out her phone. She goes through her old texts to confirm the time.
“Sure.” Jason agrees obediently.
“Thanks.” Emmy says softly in the same bubbly tone she uses when she wants something. The same tone she uses when she gets him to do a paper for her.
Throughout the next hour and change the two work on the presentation for their history class project. Jason can hardly concentrate as she kneels beside him at his desk, looking at whatever is on his computer screen. He smells her sweet scent. The verbal exchange is mostly awkward. His mind races with things to talk to her about. As expected, Emmy’s contribution is minimal and he does most of the work as she looks down at her phone. Out of boredom and tedium, Emmy flirts with him slightly for her own amusement. She accidentally touches his hand, puts her hand on his leg.
“You’re so smart, Jason.” Emmy says softly, smiling up at him and tilting her head. They’ve just finished the project.
“Uh, thanks.” He responds bashfully.
Emmy stands up. “So, we’re done?”
“Uh, yeah…” He says as he quickly ponders the idea of showing her something. “Before we go, d-do you wanna see this video I made? It’s quick.” He blurts out as he rolls his chair back and turns to her.
“Sure.” Emmy smiles.
“Just let me get it, it’s uh, it’s…” Jason is interrupted by Emmy suddenly sitting on his lap. “Right… Here.” He finishes as he’s in awe of what’s happening. Her little tight ass is near his crotch. His heart thumps and he has to stop himself from breathing heavily.
“Is this it?” Emmy asks curiously as she nonchalantly sits on his lap, though she knows what she’s doing to him. She watches the screen as he stares at her ass, his body frozen in place. “Cool.” Emmy giggles softly as she watches his video, some video game related thing that she hardly understands. Jason’s social clumsiness clouds his judgment, that’s the only explanation for him thinking it would be a good idea to have her watch his nerdy video. She gets up and turns to him, looking down. “Come on, let’s go.” She pleads playfully like a child, pouting down to him.
It takes him a moment to respond. “Yeah.” He nods awkwardly, his mouth dry. He’s not very socially perceptive but he can tell that she’s been completely uninterested in him for years, which is why feeling her touch and her flirty behavior confuses him. They depart.
“Hey, um… Can I ask you something?” Emmy turns to Jason as he stops the car in front of Emmy’s home, the condo belonged to her uncle Chris.
“Sure, yeah, of course.” Jason responds, finding it hard to maintain eye contact with her.
“I need a drive to where I’m going at six… I was wondering if you could drive me?” Emmy asks sweetly, tilting her head. “I won’t take that long to get ready. You can come up and wait with me.”
“Uh, sure. Yeah, I can do that.” Jason blurts out. Of course he would say yes.
“Thanks.” Emmy smiles. “You’re the best.” She knows she can play him like a fiddle.
They make their way up to the condo. Chris is at work so Emmy lets herself in. Jason looks around as he enters. He assumes it’s her parents place, or her father’s. It looks like what it is – the condo of a single police sergeant. It’s mostly barren and somewhat messy. “You can stay in my room if you want.” Emmy looks over her shoulder back at him as she walks past.
“Uh, sure.” Jason utters quietly. His mind races with something to say about her place, just to make any conversation but he’s clearly flustered. He follows her to her room. “Nice room.” He remarks quietly, noticing the pink, black, and purple color scheme that permeates the bedroom.
“Thanks.” Emmy politely smiles back to him as she goes to her dresser. She gathers some things and heads back out. Jason lingers in the doorway, frozen in place awkwardly.
“Sorry.” Jason says meekly as he steps out of her way. They laugh it off awkwardly.
“You can sit on my bed if you want.” Emmy says kindly, recognizing how nervous he is.
Jason sits down, his hands feeling her soft, furry pink comforter. Emmy enters the bathroom. Jason relaxes a bit and breathes in, taking in the nice smell of her room. He looks around at the clothes scattered about, the makeup products near her dresser mirror, the posters of bands and singers on her wall. He can’t help but think about how this is his ultimate fantasy – to be in her room. He runs his hand over her soft comforter, then looks at her pillow. He picks it up and sniffs it creepily. He looks ahead to an open drawer of her dresser. He leans forward and takes a peak. His heart flutters as he notices that it must be her panty drawer. He touches a pink lace bra that’s hanging off the side. Jason grabs a pair of the panties, his hand shaking as he feels the soft cotton. He can’t resist the urge to shove the pink panties in his face. He breathes in heavily, his breath shaking as he exhales. Suddenly he hears the bathroom door open. He puts the panties back in the drawer in a startled panic, sitting back down on the bed.