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  ”Kind of. A woman wrote and directed it…but it can come across as every man’s fantasy,” she said as previews came on.

  Both of Emmet’s eyebrows rose, but he didn’t say anything. Every man’s fantasy? What kind of movie was this?

  Suddenly a fat, unsmiling woman in a Nazi uniform and holding a riding crop appeared on the screen. A little unshaven Italian man in a concentration camp uniform and cap was crawling towards her on his hands and knees.

  “What is that?” Emmet asked, shocked.

  “Oh, one of the director’s other movies. It’s called “The Seven Beauties.” The prisoner is the star…he’s trying to survive the camp by seducing that woman.

  Emmet frowned a little. He thought he’d rather die, the woman was so unattractive. It wasn’t because she was big…more because of her cold, demeanor. He had seen plus-sized women he thought were very pretty. Most women seemed to have something attractive about them. This one didn’t however.

  A few more previews came on, then the movie title. Anita moved a bit closer to him.

  “This is going to be good,” she said, her brown eyes glittering.

  Chapter 19 ~ Kissing Lessons

  Emmet watched the movie, experiencing powerful reactions to the characters. At first he felt sorry for Gennarino the deckhand the rich socialite Raffaella constantly criticized and browbeat. Gennarino was at the bottom of the social ladder while Raffaella was at the top. As a nerd, Emmet had occupied that lower strata and he kind of empathized with Gennarino.

  Then they got stranded on an uninhabited island, and the story took a dark turn. Gennarino knew how to survive and Raffaella didn’t. Here there were no other people and money was meaningless…it was all about survival. Gennarino became the top dog and forced Raffaella to call him Mr. Gennarino or Master, and made her do chores and work. Emmet winced when the deckhand slapped her on several occasions and basically subjugated Raffaella as he abused her.

  Emmet’s sympathies now shifted to Raffaella as he bit into the sandwich Anita prepared. It seemed the socialite began to relish being dominated by the deckhand. Emmet found it a bit disturbing that a woman being so mistreated could fall in love with her abuser. But Raffaella did. The sex scenes also made Emmet uncomfortable even though they aroused him. Gennarino was brutal, but Raffaella seemed to love it as he violently drove her through the sand on the beach with his stroke, yelling at her as he did so.

  Emmet shifted several times and picked up a napkin full of chips which he discreetly held in his lap in an effort to hid his recurring erections. He felt terrible that the brutalization of a woman had this effect on him. The movie had a realistic ending however. Although Raffaella was in love with Gennarino, she chose her luxurious life over him when they returned to civilization. Again, Emmet found his sympathies shifting back to the deckhand. The movie ended and Anita stood up, walked over to the VCR and cut it off. She turned to Emmet.

  “So, what did you think?” Anita asked him as she sat back down on the couch next to him.

  “It was…kind of disturbing,” he said, adjusting his glasses, “The way he treated her on the island…abusive…”

  Anita looked at him.

  “Well, Raffaella started the abuse first when onboard the ship. You saw how badly she treated him…she treated him as if he wasn’t even a human being,” Anita said, “Don’t you think she needed to be taken down a peg or two?”

  “She could have used a few sensitivity courses, but to be beaten and treated so…roughly…I can’t see treating a woman that way, no matter how badly she treated me. I’d just leave her alone,” Emmet said.

  “If Gennarino left her alone, she would have died. Raffaella didn’t know how to take care of herself,” Anita argued, “He deserved something for keeping her alive.”

  “He got it too,” Emmet said, thinking of the sex scene with Gennarino plowing Raffaella across the shoreline.

  Anita’s lip quirked.

  ”She wanted it, Emmet,” she said softly, “She fell in love with him.”

  ”I don’t think it was love, Anita. She just…just gave in to him. She was psychologically beaten down. She would have never loved him if they had been in a normal situation,” Emmet said.

  Anita nodded.

  “Yes, that’s true. They lived in different worlds. She became Gennarino’s slave on the island, and took on a slave mentality willing to do anything the Master wanted. She didn’t even want to go back to civilization because she knew what would happen. Gennarino seemed to think she would choose him over everything else. And she didn’t.”

  “He should have known that. I think the movie itself was a very unlikely scenario,” Emmet said.

  “But you have to admit, the sex scenes were hot,” Anita said, her brown eyes flicking to the napkin still on his lap.

  The chips were gone and so was his erection but the napkin was still there. Emmet colored slightly.

  “I thought they were kind of…well…brutal,” Emmet said.

  “But still hot,” Anita pressed. “She loved it.”

  Emmet didn’t say anything.

  “Emmet, if you were in Gennarino’s place, how would you have acted?” Anita asked him.

  “I probably would have taken care of her the same way I did on the boat,” he replied, “I would have been used to her complaining. It wouldn’t have made any difference to me. I would have to get food anyway. Sharing it with her wouldn’t have been a problem.”

  “And expect nothing in return?” Anita asked him, her eyebrows raised.

  “No. It would still be my job until we got back to civilization,” Emmet said.

  Anita shook her head.

  “Emmet, you’re too good for your own good,” she said with a smile. “You’d even act the gentleman to a bitch like Raffaella.”

  “I guess my mother raised me right,” Emmet said with a shrug.

  “I guess she did,” Anita agreed, her brown eyes washing over Emmet. “Anyway, what do you want to do now?”

  “Did you get another movie?” he asked her.

  Anita shook her head.

  “Maybe there’s something good on television,” he suggested as Anita moved a little closer to him.

  “Maybe we should work on your kissing,” Anita suggested, licking her lips, “Remember I said we needed to do that after your good-night kiss? My lips were swollen the next morning.”

  ”Oh,” Emmet said blinking, “I’m sorry.”

  He knew he had kissed her too hard.

  “It’s all right, Emmet…you just need a little practice at it,” Anita said softly, reaching up and taking off his glasses. She placed them on the coffee table. Emmet stiffened up immediately.

  Anita looked at him and laughed.

  “Relax Emmet. You’re not standing in front of a firing squad,” she said, “It’s just me.”

  Emmet tried to relax, but it wasn’t so easy to do.

  “Now Emmet, my lips are soft, not hard. When you kiss me you should focus on enjoying how soft they are,” she said softly. “We are going to practice that first. Now pucker up.”

  Emmet made a huge pucker, closing his eyes.

  “Not that big. Your mouth is knotted up and too hard. Softer, a smaller pucker Emmet,” she said, fighting back a giggle. Poor Emmet.

  Emmet lessened his pucker.

  “Good,” Anita breathed, leaning forward and kissing Emmet softly. Emmet felt the softness of her lips against his. They felt so good. Anita pulled away, and Emmet sat there his lips still puckered, his eyes still closed. Slowly he opened them.

  “How did that feel?” Anita asked him.

  “Nice,” Emmet said, his eyes focused on her mouth. He wanted her to kiss him again.

  “Now, you kiss me…softly, just like I did you,” Anita instructed.

  Emmet didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Anita’s. God, her lips were so soft and warm. Emmet moved his lips a little…he couldn’t help it and felt her lips slide against his. E
mmet kissed Anita a little longer than she kissed him, before pulling away, his eyes resting on her face. He could see well enough close up and it was Anita’s turn to open her eyes slowly and look at Emmet. It had been a very nice kiss. Her eyes were warm as she smiled at him.

  “That was very nice, Emmet,” she said to him, “You’re a quick learner.”

  Emmet stared at her.

  “I think I need a few more lessons,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound too forward. But Anita’s lips were…wow.

  “Oh, you definitely do,” Anita agreed, putting her arms around his neck. Emmet shuddered a little.

  “Wrap your arms around my waist,” Anita said.

  Emmet did as Anita asked. Her body was so soft. She moved closer now, her breasts pressed against Emmet’s chest. Oh yes she was soft, round too. Emmet felt himself hardening as he pressed his lips against Anita’s mouth again, not waiting for her to tell him. This time he felt her softness more intensely, and his arms reflexively tightened around the young woman, pulling her closer. Her lips were intoxicating and Emmet once against moved his mouth against Anita’s, losing himself in the feel of her lips, his arms tightening even more. He felt as if he couldn’t get close enough to her and shifted.

  Suddenly, Anita went down, pulling Emmet with her and the rather startled young man found himself lying halfway on top of her on the couch. Anita hadn’t released his neck and was kissing him with more ardor. Emmet’s entire body seemed to ignite as he kissed her back, feeling her moving a little under him. He felt her leave his lips and kiss along his jaw. Jesus, that felt good, and Anita felt so good and smelled so good, so soft beneath him. His cock was throbbing, pulsing and Emmet realized he needed to stop or he was going to ejaculate on himself…but it was hard to pull away from her as Anita moved back to his lips.

  God, she felt wonderful but this was too much. Emmet felt as if he was going to explode. He would die if he came in his pants in front of Anita. He began to pull away as Anita held on to him tightly.

  “Anita,” he gasped against her mouth, “Please, let me go.”

  ”Why Emmet?” she asked him, her brown eyes confused.

  “I…I just need you to let me go,” he breathed, not wanting to tell her he was about to get rather sticky.

  Reluctantly, Anita released him and Emmet sat up. Anita remained prone on the couch, panting softly as she looked up at him.

  Emmet looked down at her and felt he had never seen a more beautiful woman in all his life. He swallowed.

  “I’m…I’m sorry Anita,” he said a bit hoarsely, wishing he could just melt away, “I’m not used to…all this contact.”

  Anita sat up and couldn’t help seeing Emmet’s erection. He couldn’t hide it and looked at Anita with a pained expression, turning red as he saw where her eyes fell. He had quite a woody going on. She looked up at his face and saw his embarrassment.

  “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about Emmet. It’s a natural reaction. At least I know for certain I turn you on,” she said softly.

  “Yes, you do,” Emmet said, his hand reflexively falling to his lap. His throat felt dry.

  “Can I have some water?” he asked Anita.

  “Sure you can, Emmet. Wait here,” she said, rising from the couch and fixing her shirt, then walking over to the fridge. Emmet picked up his glasses off the coffee table and put them back on.

  Anita took a bottle of water out of the fridge and brought it over to Emmet, who took it from her gratefully, opened it and downed almost the entire bottle in few gulps…his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Anita felt like pressing her lips to it to feel it move.

  Emmet lowered the bottle and saw the way Anita was looking at him. She looked at bit…hungry. And so lovely. His erection had been going down but now it started inflating again.

  “Um…I really think I should go, Anita,” he said.

  “It’s still early, Emmet,” Anita said, pouting a bit. Emmet’s eyes fell on her lips. Pouting made them pucker. Then his mind drifted back to the memory of feeling her body under him.

  “I know, but…considering everything, I think it’s better if I go,” Emmet said, rising now.

  “Don’t Emmet,” Anita said, “Stay a little while longer. We don’t have to kiss any more tonight. We can just watch another movie on cable.”

  Emmet looked down at Anita. She really didn’t want him to go.

  He sat back down.

  “All right. I’ll stay for another movie,” he said.

  “Good,” Anita said, kissing him on the cheek before she realized what she was doing.

  “Oops. Sorry,” she said…not looking a bit sorry.

  Emmet just looked at her. That kiss had been reactionary…a “thank you for staying” kiss. Not like the ones before. Those had been arousing.

  Anita turned the television back on and after flipping through the channels, found the movie “Mash” coming on.

  “Oh this is good,” she said.

  While sitting through Major Frank Burns and Major Hot Lips Hoolihan crying out their pleasure through the camp speakers as they screwed, Emmet wondered if the universe were working against him with all these sex scenes he sat through with Anita.

  He looked down at the brunette, who was snuggled against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her bare feet drawn up on the couch as she laughed. His arm was resting on the couch above her.

  “Then again, maybe the universe is trying to tell me something,” he thought as his eyes turned back to the television.

  When the movie was over, Anita walked Emmet to the door. He opened it and stepped out into the hallway, turning towards her.

  “I had a good time tonight, Anita,” Emmet said, his brown eyes sincere. Then they clouded up. “I’m sorry I folded on the kissing.”

  “You didn’t fold, Emmet. It’s just new to you. We’ll practice some more next weekend,” she said, smiling at him. “You just have to get used to feeling me under you when you kiss me.”

  Emmet immediately hardened at the thought of being on top of Anita’s soft, curvaceous body, kissing her.

  “Get used to it…I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that, Anita. You’re so beautiful,” Emmet said, then colored. He had been thinking that, but didn’t mean to say it out loud.

  “You’re so sweet, Emmet. I have a feeling once you get used to me, you’ll be even sweeter,” Anita said, smiling at him with a bit of heat in her eyes. “Now, how about a good night kiss?”

  Emmet leaned forward and pressed his lips against Anita’s, savoring their softness, sliding his lips against them gently. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled away from her mouth, licking his lips slightly as he looked at her.

  Anita opened her eyes and swayed toward him a little.

  “I said it before, Emmet…you’re a fast learner,” she said, looking at him soberly. “You better go before I pull you back in here for more ‘practice.’”

  Emmet stared at Anita a moment, almost wishing she would drag him back. But he probably would end up with sticky boxers. The thought of embarrassing himself that way was enough to snap Emmet out of it.

  “Good night, Anita. Thank you for the movies…and everything else,” he said.

  Anita gave him a smile, thinking he had no idea how much she was interested in showing him “everything else.”

  ”You’re welcome. Good night, Emmet,” she said, closing the door.

  Once again Emmet waited until he heard her lock the door, then he headed for the elevator. A little smile appeared on his face.

  Their second date hadn’t gone that badly at all.

  Emmet just wished he didn’t have such a hair trigger.

  He would have liked to have stayed on top of Anita just a little while longer.

  Chapter 20 ~ Third Date, First Base

  “Hey Emmet,” Herman said jovially, entering the associate’s cubicle.

  “Hi Herman,” Emmet replied. He wanted to talk to the older man. After what happened Friday night, Emmet felt he needed to
talk to someone experienced in sex. Herman had been married for a long time and had five children. He had to know something about it.

  “Herman, could I talk to you a minute?” Emmet asked Herman.

  Herman took a seat.

  “Sure, Emmet. What’s on your mind?” Herman asked him.

  Emmet stood up and looked about before he sat down and leaned toward Herman, speaking in a low voice.

  “Herman, I’ve been seeing Anita personally for the past two weeks. We’re dating,” he said to Herman who nodded.

  “She’s a nice girl. You’re a lucky young man,” Herman replied, smiling.

  “Yes. She is a nice girl, Herman,” Emmet replied. “I like her a lot, Herman. I mean a whole lot.”

  Herman looked at him, then understood.

  “Oh,” Herman said.

  “And…well…she likes to kiss,” Emmet said haltingly, “and we kissed a little on our second date…”

  ”Oh, you’re up to the plate then,” Herman said knowingly.

  Emmet frowned.

  “Up to the plate?” he repeated, “What’s that mean?”

  Herman smiled.

  “That’s a baseball metaphor that describes how far along you are sexually with a woman. ‘Up to the plate’ means your first date or getting to know each other,” Herman said, “Then there’s first, second and third base…then a home run.”

  Herman made a little swing with both hands like swinging a bat.

  “What’s first base?” Emmet asked him.

  “First base is French kissing for the most part,” Herman replied.

  Emmet knew what that was. Very intimate kissing involving the tongues.

  “Tell me the rest of them,” Emmet pressed, half rising again and looking around a bit before sitting down and looking at Herman in rapt attention. He didn’t want anyone to hear their conversation.

  “All right. Second base is heavy petting or when you touch and caress each other in private places. Third Base is coming, but not having actual sex or getting naked together and getting off. A home run is full out sex,” Herman explained, “Right now, you’re up at plate.”

  Emmet thought that he was well on his way to first base last Friday if he hadn’t stopped when he did. He looked at Herman.