The Girl With The Emerald Eyes – Chapter 4

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By now Philadelphia was cold, really cold, Christmas decorations were up and everyone was preparing for finals. But most importantly the end of year parties were in full swing. Some were your regular college party, some were easy to go to, while others were exclusive and invite only.It had taken nearly all of my first semester but finally I had a lead on the girl, that girl, my girl. That wonderful Susan had come through for me and we’d finally tracked Emily down and even managed to wrangle invites to an off-campus party Emily was going to be at. Nothing fancy but crucially it was going to be fairly small, only one hundred or so guests.Desperate to impress and not blow another opportunity I fretted for days on what to wear. It wasn’t a frat party and it wasn’t a formal event, so were jeans appropriate? I didn’t want to be underdressed or overdressed, yet wanted to make Emily notice me but not hate me on first sight.Finally, I settled on a pair of dark jeans, a light blue shirt and a pair of dark brown brogues, plus of course my Penn Ski Team jacket to keep me warm. What I hoped would prove to be the right mix of casual and smart — without being too preppy. I had my outfit ready days before the party and counted down the hours eagerly.Despite my protestations, the Scottish clan and Susan insisted on joining me at the party. They weren’t going to miss this. Either I’d land the girl I’d been chasing for months or, possibly more likely, I’d make a complete fool of myself and they’d be able to endlessly mock me for it.We arrived at the house on Pine Street shortly after 9 pm and the party was in full swing. Despite the cold December air, the porch was filled with people drinking and smoking pot. Immediately I started scanning for Emily, she must be there, my Christmas wish must come true.The music was pumping and the house was crowded but we pushed our way through to the kitchen, all the while searching for her or those luscious eyes. In the kitchen stood two kegs of beer on ice plus a bench with almost every spirit you could wish for. We helped ourselves to beers and carried on the hunt.“She’s not here,” Patrick finally said after our second tour of the house.“Hey, it’s not my fault,” Susan pleaded, “My nursing friends told me they’d be here. It’s still early, let’s not get too worried yet.”We hung around, drinking and smoking, taking turns dancing and checking the house — now I had a whole team helping me. Yet still, there was no sign of the elusive Emily. Was she ever going to arrive?Eventually, the drinking games began and quickly everyone started getting much drunker. While waiting for our turn at beer pong, Patrick and I went outside for a smoke. As we passed the joint between us Patrick asked: “Do you really think she’s going to show? Even if she does, what then?”“I don’t know,” I replied honestly, “I just know I need to speak to her.”We finished the smoke and went inside just in time for our game. Patrick and I were almost unbeatable at beer pong, I was pretty good, but Patrick, he nailed every shot he took. Soon we were reigning supreme having knocked out two teams of challengers only drinking two or three drinks in total.A crowd began to gather cheering us on. The next team arrived to try their hand and scored a hit on their first shot, Patrick downed the drink but they never got another while we sank every shot we fired. Yet another team demolished and the crowd cheered rapturously.Team after team came and went, never really challenging us, yet slowly we were getting drunker and drunker. Suddenly I spotted them across the living room, a group of girls I’d never seen before. My mind cleared, how could I have got so distracted? I didn’t come here to show off how good I was at beer pong — I was on a mission. We demolished the team and much to the anger of the crowd we bowed out of beer pong undefeated.Grabbing two beers I made a beeline for the gang of girls but Emily wasn’t amongst them. Still, they were cute and I was somewhat drunk. I picked my moment, just as the cutest one was finishing her drink.“Looks like you could use another,” I beamed, handing her my spare beer.“Aren’t you prepared,” she replied, taking the beer and staring at me.“Hi, I’m Jon,” I said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”“That’s some accent you’ve got Jon. I’m Brooke,” she said.“It’s not me with the accent,” I smiled, “So what are you studying, Brooke?”“I’m doing nursing,” she replied, as my almanbahis heart skipped a beat. Were these Emily’s friends or classmates? I didn’t know but I was damned sure going to find out.We stayed chatting casually as we drank, I wanted to ask about Emily but was scared to do so. I’d never spoken to her, I’d barely even seen her and I certainly didn’t want to look like I was obsessed with her — even if I was.I made the girls laugh with my stories, kept them amused with tales of England and soon had them eating out of the palm of my hand. Patrick and Susan brought a steady stream of drinks and the evening was flying by.As another drink was downed I asked: “Anyone feel like a smoke?”“You have pot?” Brooke replied quite surprised.“Of course I do, would you like some?”“Fuck, yes,” she gasped.We headed outside and sparked up a joint I’d rolled before the party. We laughed and joked as we passed it around, a small gaggle of nursing students hung on every word I said. Each was more eager than the next for a toke on the weed.As I was finishing a story and taking my turn on the joint I felt a hand on my shoulder. Before I could turn a dulcet voice with a light Texan drawl said: “Mind if I have some of that?”Brooke cried out: “Em, I’ so glad you’re here, you must meet Jon — you’re going to love him.”Suddenly I wished more than anything in the world that I hadn’t drunk or smoked so much. My heart pounded in my chest like a brass band. Instantly my mouth dried up, and my knees began to crumble. I knew before I turned around who was behind me.I’d spent more than three months searching for her and now she was here. She stood right behind me, with her gentle hand on my arm, wanting to smoke my weed.I barely dared moved. Every fibre of my being simultaneously told me to and not to turn around. I could hear every beat of my heart, I felt every hair on my neck stand on end and sensed each drop of anticipation in the smoke-heavy air. Finally, she was touching me, the girl of my dreams had her hand on me.Turning around in what felt like slow-motion I suddenly saw everything in one miraculous instant. Time hung like a weight around my neck as I surveyed the scene. Finally, my gaze reached hers and my heart beat harder and faster still, drumming away almost visibly in my chest. It was only a split second, but for me, it was an eternity. Without moving my eyes I saw her, really, truly saw her for the first time. Those eyes, those deep, vibrant eyes instantly pierced me. Could they actually be brighter than I remembered — was that even possible. Her hair was as golden as ever, but it seemed she’d had it cut, it appeared shorter and wasn’t pulled back, yet hung teasingly around her svelte neck. I watched as a fine vein beat her pulse.Emily stood before me wearing a tight red, long-sleeved top with a deep v-cut neck that exposed a glorious cleavage. Dark jeans hugged her thighs and legs until spreading in a boot-cut sat beneath her top with an inch or so of her toned stomach visible. A pair of shiny black, heeled boots poked their nose out from under them. Despite her simple attire, she looked stunning and even hotter than I had remembered.I couldn’t believe my luck, everything I’d wanted for the last three months was finally happening. The girl I’d fantasised about, dreamt about and masturbated to was here right now, and not just here, she was touching me, looking at me and waiting for me to respond.My bubble was pierced as Emily asked once again: “Mind if I have some of that?”Had I really taken too long to reply? Had time not stood still for everyone else?“Y…Y…Yes, of course,” I stammered, handing over what remained of the joint.I watched as Emily inhaled deeply, it clearly wasn’t her first joint. The smoke billowed around her head as she held it in. Slowly she exhaled and instantly inhaled it once again through her nose, in what I later learned was a French inhale.“Woah, this is some fucking good weed,” she exclaimed, “Is this yours?”“Yeah, it’s mine,” I replied, trying to sound cool.“You’ll have to introduce me to your dealer,” she smiled.Usually, I found it easy to talk to girls but right here, right now, with Emily all words had abandoned me. I was floundering in a lake of awkward silence, desperately hunting for something to say, something funny, witty, intelligent — hell right now anything would do, I just needed to say something.“I love you… I mean… I mean I’d love to,” I stuttered as I felt my almanbahis yeni giriş cheeks burning.“Hell, you only just met me, it’s a bit early for that,” she joked, passing the joint along. Finishing the smoke we headed inside and grabbed another round of drinks. Gradually I found my tongue once again and began to speak. Emily was as delightful to talk to as she was to look at, quick-witted, full of great stories and someone who actually listened.The hours drifted by as we all drank and chatted, while I moved nearer and nearer to Emily, listening intently to every word she said. I asked about her life, where she was from — I wanted to learn everything there was to know about her. Finally, I built up the courage to ask about the elephant in the room.“What’s that ring? Are you engaged or something?” I asked, already knowing the answer.“Not quite. It’s a promise ring from my boyfriend Rob. We’re going to get married after college.”“So why’s he not here with you?”“He’s got a scholarship to the University of Texas to play football, he’s a quarterback.”My already deflated heart sunk even further. So now not only did she have a Texan boyfriend but he was a quarterback on one of the best college football teams in the country — a regular All American!Gradually our group dispersed, some went to get drinks, others to the dance floor, while some snuck off for more romantic endeavours. As our conversation petered out, Emily turned to me smiling and asked: “Wanna dance?”Despite a natural inability to dance at all, I replied: “Sounds great.”With my hands on her hips, every move to the music made my thumbs lightly graze the soft skin between her jeans and top. God, it felt amazing. As we danced, I finally stared into those wonderful eyes as they gazed right back at mine. The half-light of the party reflected in their glimmering surface like sparks and I wished time would just stop. I could happily spend forever in this moment.Finally, Emily tilted her head and leant towards me. I could hardly breathe as she got closer than ever, my heart tried to burst through my ribs and my cock swelled. But instead of kissing me she put her mouth next to my ear and I felt her warm breath.“You remember I have a boyfriend, right?“I… I know, but he’s not here right now.”“Still, nothing’s going to happen. I see the way you look at me, but I love Rob. And not even your charming English accent is going to change that,” she whispered.As the song changed, we returned to the group and realised just how late it had become. Patrick and Susan had already left and the crowd was beginning to thin out.“It was great to meet you, but I’m heading home,” Emily announced, as she and her friends went to grab their coats.“Wait… wait, can I get your number?” I asked desperately. “Why would you need my number?”“Well… well… what about that weed? You said that you’d like some. How else can I get in touch with you?”“Give me your number and I’ll give you a call when I need some?” Emily finally replied.As soon as I gave her my number she turned and left with her friends. I watched every single step she took while walking away. Then, just as I was about to turn around I saw it. A bright flash of green. Just for an instant, those glittering wells of light met mine again as Emily turned to steal a final glimpse of me.A glimmer of hope reignited in my heart, but when, if ever, would I see her again?Contemplating how wonderful it had been to finally meet Emily I wandered outside to smoke a final joint before I went home. As I inhaled the aromatic flavour of the best weed on campus, I dwelled on those last fleeting seconds. Emily had turned to look at me again, and not just look but make eye contact. Did that mean something? Or was that just wishful thinking?Lost in my own head, plus a haze of alcohol and marijuana, I didn’t see her approach and for the second time that evening I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard the same question.“Mind if I have some of that?”“Of course not, Brooke,” I replied, “I thought you left with Em and the rest of them.”“No, I live at the other end of campus to them. I figured I’d find someone to walk home with. Which way are you going?”Although not sharing the same dorm, they were next door to each other, so naturally, I agreed to walk her home after we finished the joint and our drinks.“I thought you might be the one to finally go home with Em,” Brooke suddenly said.“That was never going to happen, she’s almanbahis giriş pretty serious about that boyfriend.”“Yeah she is, she loves him. But you did spend all night talking to her, seems like you were working hard. It’s like you’re not even interested in anyone else. Are you interested in anyone else?” Brooke asked, cocking her head to one side and smiling.She wasn’t in Emily’s league but Brooke was pretty cute and she knew it. She was the type of girl that was aware everyone fancied her and liked that they did. Just a year ago she’d have been the hottest girl in school, probably voted Homecoming Queen, but here at college, she’d met the likes of Emily.As fun, as she was to talk to, it was clear that Brooke wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box. She had most likely picked nursing with the career aim of snagging herself a nice doctor for a husband. But none of that meant I wasn’t interested in her, at least for tonight, especially after losing Emily.Taking the joint from her, I smiled back and said: “I think you already know the answer to that.”Inhaling a long drag from the tail end of the joint I put one arm behind Brooke’s back and pulled her close to me. Pressing my mouth against her tender lipstick-licked lips I exhaled gently. Brooke inhaled every last waft of that delicious smoke as we kissed.Tossing aside the butt, I slid my hands down Brooke’s back to two delicious handfuls of an even better type of butt. Meanwhile, our tongues vigorously caressed one another’s as our bodies pressed together in the cold night air. “Now, shall I take you home?” I asked as we parted.Brooke just took my hand and we headed to our coats. With my arm around her waist, we quickly walked back to her dorm room. Almost before I had the door shut and certainly before my coat was off, Brooke was on me, sucking at my face, her tongue diving deep into my mouth. Her hands running through my hair, pulling my face hard into hers.Breaking to remove my jacket I turned around and picked Brooke up, her legs wrapping around my hips as our mouths met once again. As our embrace tightened I carried her to the bed where we collapsed in a writhing mass. Finally, she came up for air and pushed me back down.“Stay right there,” she said as she stood up.I watched as she walked over to her stereo and turned it on quietly.  Slowly her hips began to sway in time to the music as her hands rubbed sensuously across her stomach and up to her chest. One by one she undid the buttons on her white shirt as she danced in front of me. Teasingly she rolled the bright cotton over her shoulders, revealing a firm pair of tits in a plain white bra, before dropping her shirt to the floor.Her light auburn hair swayed with each shake of her hips, while her hands caressed her flat but untoned stomach. Despite her movements, her keen, brown eyes never left mine, yet I could see her sexily biting her lower lip.Up and down her hands went, massaging her breasts and stomach until finally, they reached the top of her jeans. I shifted my gaze, eager to see what lay beneath those tight-fitting jeans. Before I was rewarded, Brooke kicked off her shoes as her hips gyrated more and more. Finally, she popped the button and began inching down the zipper, gradually revealing the small white triangle of her panties.The music kept playing, as her jeans worked their way to the floor as if by magic, while bit by bit her long legs became visible. Finally, wearing nothing but her underwear Brooke turned around and I stared as her hands reached for the clasp of her bra. In seconds it was undone and she was easing the straps over her shoulders. As she removed it she half-turned and threw her bra at me.Spinning around, two large, firm, yet pale tits with dark-pink cone-shaped areolae and nipples sprang into view. Brooke’s hand sensually roved across her naked flesh, squeezing and massaging her sexy figure. Slowly I felt a rising hardness in my pants, her show was definitely having the desired effect.I watched as her fingers danced their way from her ample chest, down her belly to the elastic of her underwear. Instead of removing them, her hand pulled the waistband down a fraction showing off a smooth patch of skin. Back up they came, much to my disappointment. Then to my delight, her hand moved from her underwear to her mouth. Sultrily, she sucked her index and middle finger into her mouth.By now my cock was desperate to burst free, but instead, I continued enjoying my own private show. Swiftly her hand was back at her crisp white knickers, beyond the waistband and down between her thighs.“Mmm, mmm,” Brooke moaned as her hips kept swaying, while her fingers delved into her concealed delight. 

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