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  “Herman…is there any way to um…stop from going directly to third base, er…by yourself when you aren’t really at first base yet?”

  Herman had to think about this first before he understood what Emmet was asking him.

  “Ah prematurely sliding into third,” Herman said, doing his best not to smile. He knew Emmet didn’t have a lot of experience with women and this was a delicate, yet important question.

  Just then Anita stuck her head into the cubicle.

  “Hi Emmet, hi Herman,” she said.

  Emmet jumped guiltily and she smiled at him.

  “Hi Anita,” he said, coloring a little.

  Herman gave her a little wave.

  ”Good morning, Anita,” he said.

  She scanned Emmet’s desk quickly and saw there was nothing to pick up. Then she reached in her breast pocket and pulled out his credit card.

  “I forgot to give this back to you,” she said, offering it to him.

  Emmet waved it back.

  “I am going to have lunch with you today, but tomorrow and Wednesday I have interviews. You might as well hold on to it,” he said.

  Anita hesitated and Herman arched an eyebrow at the exchange. Emmet had given her his credit card?

  “Hold on to it,” Emmet urged again. Anita put it back in her pocket.

  “Ok,” she said, then gave him another smile, softer this time, “Thank you, Emmet. I see you two are talking, so I’ll see you at lunch. Bye Herman.”

  ”Bye,” both men said. Anita left.

  Herman looked at Emmet.

  “Why does she have your credit card?” he asked Emmet.

  “To buy lunch when I’m not here. Anita’s saving up money to get an apartment. She’s staying at the Holiday Inn for now,” he replied, “I’m just helping her out.”

  Herman nodded, thinking Emmet’s kindness was probably going to get him laid.

  “You’re really a nice guy, Emmet. I hope you and Anita hit it off,” Herman said to him.

  “So do I, Herman, but to be honest…I feel a bit out of my league here. Anita…well she already knows what she needs to know. I feel like I don’t know anything,” Emmet said with a sigh. “I don’t want to be a disappointment. She might look for somebody better…who knows what he’s doing.”

  Herman gave him an encouraging smile.

  “That little lady likes you Emmet. She liked you when you didn’t dress this well and before you landed the Hobson’s account. She won’t go for anyone else. You’re already up at the plate, like I said before. More than likely…you’ll get a ‘Home Run’ with her.”

  Emmet shook his head.

  “Right now I can’t even swing the bat,” he said sullenly.

  Herman chuckled.

  “Trust me Emmet…when the time comes you will know what to do. It’s built in. It’s just that you’re such a good guy that you’re worried you’re going to do something…offensive…out of line. There’s really very little you can do that’s out of line in these situations. Neither one of you will be thinking much,” Herman advised him.

  Emmet doubted that. He would be thinking all the way through it, worried he was doing something wrong.

  “Anyway Herman, what can I do about the early ‘third base’ reaction?” Emmet asked him.

  “Well, it helps if you think of something unpleasant and unappealing,” Herman said, “That will usually slow down your reaction. It’s a good technique when you’re actually having sex too. I always think of a funeral or something.”

  Emmet didn’t believe thinking about something sad would stop his reaction to Anita.

  “That’s the only thing I can do?” Emmet asked Herman, who shrugged.

  “It’s always worked for me,” he said, rising, “Now I’ve got to go make some calls, Emmet. I hope I’ve helped a little.”

  ”Thanks Herman, yeah you did. At least I know my bases now,” Herman said with a small smile.

  “Good luck getting around them,” Herman said with a wink, “Anita’s a very pretty girl, Emmet. Some guys would kill to be in your shoes.”

  Herman left and Emmet looked thoughtful.

  Yes, he knew he was lucky, but he wanted to be able to deal with Anita better physically.

  Emmet turned around in the chair and turned his computer screen slightly so it couldn’t be seen by others entering the cubicle. He pulled up Google and typed in “stopping premature ejaculation.” Several links came up. A couple were business-based links…something had to be bought. He skipped over those and found something interesting and clicked it.

  It was advice. The suggestion was to stimulate himself to the point of ejaculation, then stop and repeat when the sensations subsided. It was to be done three times and supposedly the desire to ejaculate would occur with longer intervals.

  Emmet blinked. Actually, that made sense…though it meant he’d be whacking off every night without relief. But it sounded as if it would work. He read a little further and found there was an exercise he could do too, using his “pelvic floor muscles,” whatever those were. He looked at a diagram. There were two exercises, one to improve bulk and one to improve endurance. He’d try them when he got home.

  There was also a suggestion he supposed he was to use during sex that advised changing the stroke when it became too pleasurable. Emmet wasn’t exactly sure how to do that. How many kinds of strokes were there? Well, he was nowhere near the stroking part. He just wanted to get through the kissing. At least he had a feasible plan now though he felt a little bit like a pervert, planning to jerk off every night.

  Emmet was a bit quiet at lunch, and Anita tried to draw him out into conversation.

  “What movie do you want to see this weekend?” she asked him.

  Emmet wanted to say something without sex scenes. He was already under enough pressure. Both he and Anita discovered they had a love of older movies. Emmet thought hard. There was a movie his mother liked and he liked too about a Jewish princess who joined the army thinking it was going to be great…but it wasn’t, and she was forced to do for herself…and in the process found her own inner strength to become who she was, not what everyone else made her out to be. There was some sex in it, but in the context of the story. The name of the movie was “Private Benjamin.”

  Emmet gravitated to it because he kind of identified with Goldie Hawn being controlled by her parents and liked the ending. It was a real feel good movie.

  “Private Benjamin?” he suggested.

  Anita smiled.

  “I love that movie,” she said.

  Emmet let out a little sigh of relief. No Gennarinos driving Raffaellas across beaches this weekend.

  So plans were made and both Emmet and Anita rode out the week with expectancy, Emmet feeling more confident as the weekend approached. The suggestions on the web seemed to be working and he could take quite a bit of stimulation…at least by hand. Maybe he could get to “first base” this weekend.

  *

  Emmet insisted he provide the movie food this time and Anita agreed. He showed up at the hotel room with soda, pretzels, chips, dip and a piping hot New York style pizza.

  Emmet felt he couldn’t go wrong with pizza and by the way Anita lit into it, he was right.

  “This is great!” she said, pulling a long strand of mozzarella from her slice and chewing down to the crust like a child would do.

  “Yes, it is pretty good,” Emmet agreed.

  They ate before the movie while the pizza was still hot. When they finished that, Emmet helped Anita set up the chips, pretzels and dip. When they were situated they sat down and watched the movie. It was a lot of fun and both laughed, enjoying the movie and each other’s company, Emmet sitting with his arm around Anita, and Anita laughing into his chest from time to time.

  Emmet felt very happy as they both cracked up when Benjamin’s sergeant was covered in blue ink placed in her showerhead, and nearly fell to pieces when she showed up at the commencement celebration looking strange and pale.

 
; “I fucking love this movie!” Anita squealed, then covered her mouth with her hand as Emmet looked at her…shocked.

  “Oops. Got a bit carried away, Emmet. Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

  “That’s…that’s okay,” he said, still looking at her with raised eyebrows. Such language. But he didn’t find himself repulsed by it…he was just surprised she used the term in such a well…normal manner. Like it was something she said everyday.

  Emmet never used foul language. He’d been brought up not to. There was something a bit…delicious about Anita using it though. It showed she wasn’t such a “good” girl, but that was fine with Emmet. He was good enough for both of them.

  The movie went off with Goldie Hawn striding up the long driveway in her wedding dress having thrown away her veil and her cheating husband to be, walking toward a new and better life.

  “Now, that’s a movie,” Emmet said, smiling down at Anita.

  “Yes, it is,” she agreed.

  Suddenly, Emmet kissed her softly and pulled away. Anita looked at him, surprised.

  “Emmet! That was kind of forward,” she said.

  “I know. But…I just felt like kissing you,” he said, “I hope I didn’t over…”

  He didn’t get to finish apologizing because Anita pulled him down into another kiss, a much longer one. Emmet felt himself starting to react, but he didn’t get hard. He just felt very, very attracted to Anita. His arms went around her and he leaned back so he could feel her press against him. Finally they came up for air.

  “Wow Emmet,” Anita panted, “That was a wonderful kiss. More…”

  Emmet hardly had a chance to catch his breath when Anita flung herself on him lips first, taking him down to the sofa and scrambling on top of him.

  Emmet was shocked, but kept kissing. He thought he was going to be on top of Anita again, but it seemed the roles were reversed, and she had no problem laying on top of him fully, kissing him ardently. Emmet did get an erection this time, and Anita’s crotch was pressing right against it. He was fully swollen and Anita stopped kissing him.

  She looked down at Emmet, who stared at her, panting slightly.

  “God Emmet, you have some package,” she breathed at him.

  “Package?” he repeated, feeling a bit intoxicated and not understanding. His hands were resting on Anita’s back.

  Anita pressed her pelvis down a little and Emmet let out a small groan.

  “Package,” she said again.

  Emmet didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything.

  “I think we need to step up the kissing a bit,” Anita said throatily. She kissed Emmet again, this time her tongue tapping against his lips. Emmet didn’t open them at first, he was so lost to the sensations he was feeling.

  “Open your mouth, Emmet. Let me in,” Anita whispered against his lips.

  Emmet did so and felt Anita’s hot tongue slip inside his mouth and move about. It felt…strange but, God…good. He could taste her. She tasted a bit like pizza. Experimentally, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, touching her tongue with his own. Anita made a little noise and her body starting grinding down on his cock. As Anita’s hips whirled, Emmet crushed her closer, his hands beginning to move over her back as they exchanged saliva. His head was spinning and every muscle in his body seemed to be tightening up. He began to rub against her helplessly…

  Anita pulled back from his mouth, her eyes blazing down at him.

  “Emmet,” she breathed, “Damn…”

  Emmet pulled Anita back down and captured her mouth again, one hand sliding into her soft hair as he pushed his tongue back into her mouth again, not thinking whether she wanted him to do it or not…he wanted to do it. He wanted to feel her heat, taste her flavor, feel her body moving against him. Anita didn’t fight him, but kissed him back eagerly, pressing her curves into him and making small mewling noises as he caressed her mouth and her back. Emmet felt a shudder go through him. His pants were awfully tight. Almost too tight as Anita rolled against him.

  So, this was second base…

  Chapter 21 ~ Sliding into Third

  When Emmet pulled Anita back into another kiss, the brunette couldn’t help but think maybe he was ready to go farther. She pulled away from his mouth and Emmet’s lips followed her hungrily.

  “Wait…wait Emmet…it’s getting warm in here,” Anita panted, sitting up on him. She reached down and removed his glasses.

  “These keep bumping my face,” she said softly, reaching over and placing them on the coffee table. Then Anita caught the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her bra-encased breasts, slim waist and tight belly.

  Emmet’s eyes went wide. He could see close up…and God was this close up. He had never seen a more beautiful woman. Actually he had never seen any woman like this

  “Anita…you’re so…so…” he managed to get out.

  “Sexy?” she asked him, smiling.

  “Beautiful,” Emmet finished, swallowing. His hands were raised but he didn’t know what to do with them. He wanted to touch her…but there was so much…much skin.

  “Beautiful,” she repeated, leaning back down and kissing him.

  Emmet couldn’t help touching her now, and he ran his hands over her back slowly, carefully as if he thought Anita might break if he were too rough. He felt the clasp of her bra and skimmed over it, beginning to feel intoxicated as Anita kissed him deeply, her hair falling over his face, the floral scent filling his nostrils, the warm softness of her skin beneath his palms.

  When Anita came up for air, Emmet looked up at her, his eyes full of wonder.

  “You’re the softest thing I’ve ever touched in my life, Anita,” he said, his hands still moving over her back.

  “Some parts of me are softer than others, Emmet,” she breathed, her eyes hot. The gentle way Emmet touched her was heating her into full blown sex mode. He didn’t grope or squeeze, but caressed her almost reverently.

  Emmet throbbed when Anita said what she did, and she felt him.

  “Emmet, open my bra,” she said to him.

  Emmet stared at her a moment, seeming unable to move. Open her bra? Oh God. He began to feel himself losing control, his cock throbbing and his balls starting to tighten. Emmet desperately tried to think of something sad like Herman suggested, but feeling Anita’s warm skin under his hands and her body on top of his took priority. Nothing sad would come to mind.

  “Anita…Anita, I need to get up,” Emmet gasped.

  “Why Emmet?” Anita asked him, disappointment in her voice.

  “Because…because if I don’t….” he replied, his voice strained, “I’m going to slide into third base early.”

  Anita lifted up on her hands now, giving Emmet a lovely view of her breasts still encased in the bra. She looked puzzled as Emmet stared at her full globes…his balls tightening even more. Emmet grimaced, trying to hold back.

  “What do you mean ‘third base?’” she asked him.

  Suddenly Emmet blew, his eyes rolling up into his head as he shuddered, groaning in delight mixed with despair.

  Anita’s mouth made an “o” as she realized what happened, Emmet’s cock bouncing under her as he released in his boxers. She looked at him…damn, he looked so damn sexy, his mouth falling slack as his back arched lifting her a moment, then falling back. Panting, he looked up at her.

  Emmet turned red.

  “I’m so sorry, Anita,” he said, self-loathing in his voice. God, he was so embarrassed. He came on himself in front of the only woman who ever let him get this far. “Can you let me up, please?”

  ”Oh Emmet…it’s all right,” she said, kissing him.

  But Emmet was stiff and unresponsive now. Anita stood up and Emmet swung his legs to the floor, making a face as he felt the hot sticky come shift in his pants. Anita picked up her shirt, pulled it on and sat down next to him as he retrieved his glasses and put them on. She noticed his eyes were rather wet looking.

  “Emmet,” she said
softly, “It’s all right. I think you held out pretty good considering this was the first time you went this hot and heavy with a woman. Most guys would have blown a gasket at the French kissing. You almost made it to the ‘bare breast’ stage. That’s pretty impressive.”

  Emmet looked at her.

  “It is?” he asked her, needing reassurance.

  “Yes, it really is, Emmet,” Anita reassured him, planting a small kiss on his lips. “Now, do you want to use my bathroom?”

  Emmet didn’t have a contingency plan for coming in his pants. Part of him just wanted to leave, but another part didn’t want to ride home with sperm drying in his pants.

  “All right,” he said, standing up and grimacing again.

  Anita hid her smirk. He was so cute.

  “Use the washcloth on the rack over the toilet. There’s a towel there too,” she said.

  “Thanks,” Emmet said to her, walking rather gap-legged into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

  Anita sighed.

  Emmet had some heat to him, and he really was the gentlest guy she’d ever been with. Even the surprised young men she brought home with her on occasion climbed all over her as if starved, which usually was fine with Anita.

  But then again, Emmet hadn’t gotten that far. He might be much different once the clothes were off and the deed about to be done.

  Emmet finished washing himself and wiping out his boxers the best he could, then dried himself and washed out the washcloth as thoroughly as he could. He looked around. He didn’t want to hang it up again. He saw a small hamper and opened it. Inside were some of Anita’s panties. Emmet looked down at them. They were very small and in a number of colors. He wanted to pick up a pair and examine them, but that would be wrong to do, wouldn’t it?

  He fought back the urge and dropped the washcloth in, closing the hamper quickly before he stuck a pair of her panties in his pocket. He felt like a lecher just thinking about doing such a thing.

  Still feeling out of sorts because his boxers were wet, Emmet exited the bathroom. Anita, who still was sitting on the couch, stood up. Emmet walked over to her.

  “I’m going to go, Anita,” he said, his eyes shifting a bit. He could hardly look at her.