Lovemaking was done in the dark, or, in those cases where they had not been
able to make it to the bedroom, Emily had kept her eyes closed. She knew that
it was immature, but she needed to find the freedom Dre' wished for her in her
Emily's hand shook as she reached out and just barely grazed her fingers
against his quiescent member. Impressive even at rest, the young woman marveled
how such an innocuous looking column of flesh could transform into the hot, hard
thing that drove her to cry out Andresj's name.
Her courage grew with each cautious touch. Dre' did not stir beneath her
ministrations, and Emily grew bolder. A single forefinger traveled along the
length of him, following a barely detectable vein that ran from tip to base.
Emily jerked her hand back as Andresj's penis gave a tiny twitch. The young
woman watched in wonder as it seemed to come to life before her eyes. Her gaze
flew to Andresj's face, which remained peaceful and at rest.
She swallowed and watched him harden and lengthen impressively. Soon, his
erection stretched upward, just barely bobbing in time to the pulsing of his
Emily reached out her hand.
Andresj' laughed as the young woman nearly jumped out of her skin. Sitting
up, he quickly grabbed her arm and prevented her embarrassed escape. "No, Em,"
he said, "I am sorry. I should not have teased you so."
Emily kept her head turned away in shame. She felt Andresj's strong hand cup
her chin and turn her face to his.
"I am sorry," he said, all laughter gone from his face. "That you have decided
to explore my body pleases me beyond end. You know this, don't you?"
Emily's eyes searched his face and found no trace of censure. A teasing smile
graced Andresj's face as he pulled her back onto the bed. "Let us do this properly,"
he smiled wickedly. "Emily Bowen Quartermaine," he grasped her hand and wrapped
her nerveless fingers about his erection, "this is Andryusha (Little Andrei)...
Go ahead, Em," he said, thrusting into her hand gently, "say hello."