Page 32 of Two Firefighters For Her
Luke
Waking up the next morning gives me extreme anxiety, and I feel my heart racing. The previous night feels like a scary and beautiful dream, but as I open my eyes, the reality of the intense encounter sinks in.
Emma and Isaac remain sleeping in the bed, naked and half-covered by the thin blanket. I immediately attempt to tame my unruly morning boner, and I hop out of bed to shake it off, trying not to notice Isaac’s tent under the blanket.
I look at myself in the full-length mirror in my boxers with my ripped abs and toned biceps, and I feel masculine. No one would guess that I had a penis in my mouth last night (and enjoyed it).
My own reflection starts to look less masculine to me as I think about my interaction with Isaac. However, I know that I am not gay. I simply like erotic and kinky experiences. Yes, some of those experiences involve sexual contact between two males, but it doesn’t mean I am gay. Right?
I exit the bedroom to not wake anyone up and wander around aimlessly. I pick up the almost empty drink glasses from the night before and place them in the sink. I even notice Emma’s panties sprawled carelessly over the couch.
Part of me thinks about smelling the panties and possibly even stealing them as a souvenir, but I stop those thoughts immediately. I didn’t need to add to the weirdness of the situation in any way.
Suddenly, I hear some rustling coming from the bedroom. I feel some tension as I wait to see who will emerge.
Both Emma and Isaac come out of the bedroom in their skivvies, looking half-awake.
They both also wear coy smiles on their faces. If they feel any of the stress I feel about the events of last night, they hide it well. Isaac especially.
“Good morning,” Isaac says to me, but I don’t know how to respond to him. He looks so darn normal.
“Coffee?” I ask. I can hear the shakiness in my voice. I also don’t have a plan if someone does want coffee, but I will cross that bridge when I get to it.
Emma gives me a sympathetic and warm look.
“Do you want to make coffee or go buy coffee? Or do you just want to say random words?” Emma asks.
“Huh?” I ask.
“Harmonica,” Emma says.
“Huh?” I ask again. I start to feel a little dumb and awkward at this point, but I can’t help but feel okay about it with the warmness of Emma’s smile.
“She’s just messing with you,” Isaac says.
Isaac now has a shirt on, and I can’t help but feel a bit of disappointment that I won’t get to enjoy his abs.
“I’m sorry. Does anyone want coffee? Do we have a coffee maker here?” I ask.
Emma giggles and motions toward the coffee machine on the counter.
“There we go. Now, let me figure out how to work this thing. It’s more complicated than the one I have at home,” I say, examining it.
“You just stop and relax your pretty face. How about I make breakfast? Is everyone cool with that?” Emma suggests.
“How can I help?” I inquire. I hope she doesn’t want much from me. I’m not exactly skilled in the kitchen.
“You and Isaac just keep me company. I feel like I owe you both after such a great night,” Emma says.
Emma opens the fridge and takes out the eggs and bacon. She has no makeup on and has her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She looks great cooking in nothing but her black panties, but I can’t help but think about bacon greasing ruining her perfect breasts.
“Don’t let the grease bite you,” Isaac warns her.
I giggle a bit internally at the matching thought.
“Nothing can hurt me this morning,” Emma beams.
“Why is that?” I ask her.
