Tales of the eKids:   E-man Loves Emmy  © 2004 by Andrew
Wiggin

Part 4

     Eamon Turner woke from a restless, dream-filled sleep.
As his eyes opened slowly he realized he had his hand
wrapped around a raging hard-on.
     ‘This is ridiculous’, he thought.  ‘I’m going to go
crazy at this place.  This girl is driving me nuts!’
     He pulled his fist off of his pecker with disgust.  How
long had it been since he had to resort to that kind of
relief?  Girls were a dime a dozen.  Why was he so fixated
on just one? Hell, he knew the answer before he even asked
it.  There’s only one Emmy.
     A bell sounded on his desktop indicating he had
received email.  Who had his new address already,
eman@newmanu.edu?  He popped over to his desk and touched
the envelope icon.
     All right!  It was Emma, of course.  She wanted him to
meet her at the Admissions Office at 9AM.  Eamon showered
and dressed himself in the semi-official student uniform of
jeans, sweatshirt and sneakers.  But he wore tailored
designer jeans, sneakers that ghetto kids would kill for,
and a lightweight sweatshirt that hugged his sleekly
muscular chest in the finest cotton.  He was a Turner, after
all.
     Eamon was quite satisfied with his dormitory room.  It
wasn’t the huge ostentatious bedroom he was used to, but it
was functional and filled his immediate needs.  Sometimes he
wondered if he should tone down his lifestyle a bit.
     He had found the controls for his plasma walls in his
desktop.  It was a simple matter to choose a style from a
list of options, or download one’s own to personalize the
room even more.  Eamon found it very odd that when he
clicked on the option labeled ‘AEN’ the face of Alfred E.
Newman covered an entire wall of his room.  For the time
being, that was the style he chose.
     Eamon heard a demanding ring coming from his desktop.
Two icons were flashing.  He clicked the one with both voice
and picture.  He was glad he had when the beautiful face of
Emma Adkins appeared on the virtual monitor, seemingly
suspended in thin air above his desk.
     
     “Hello, E-man.  You’re looking rich today.  Could we
make our appointment a little earlier?  There is someone
else who needs to be there and her schedule is a bit tight.”
     
     Eamon wasn’t doing anything but waiting anyway.  He saw
Emma was wearing a white long-sleeved blouse and a sideways
Cleveland Indians baseball cap.  She looked like a child; an
extremely sexy child.
     
     “Uh, sure, Emma. When do you want me to come over?”
     
     “Come over now if you can.  Have you had breakfast
yet?”
     
     “No, I was just about to hunt up the cafeteria when you
called.”  Eamon hadn’t even thought about breakfast. When he
spoke to Emma, it wasn’t food he was hungry for.
     
     “Well come on over.  We’ll have a little breakfast with
our meeting.”
     
     Eamon walked out of his dorm room, down a corridor and
into the quad again.  He hadn’t noticed yesterday that at
the far end of the quad was a statue.  He altered his course
to swing by the statue.  When he got close enough he saw it
was Alfred E. Newman.  ‘Damn’, he thought.  ‘Someone around
here is in to bad puns.’
     
     He knocked once and then entered Emma Adkins’ office.
There was no one in the outer office but he noticed a door
was open in a back wall.  He remembered that yesterday the
entire wall was some scene from a forest.  He hadn’t seen a
door.
     
     Peeking through the door he called, “Hello, is anyone
there?”
     
     A beautiful baseball-capped head appeared and again he
felt a rush of adrenalin.  It said, “Oh, hello.  You must be
Eamon Turner.”
     
     Eamon walked into the room and once again was entranced
by the vision of beauty before him.  He said, “Well, yeah.
I’m the same guy who was in here yesterday.  I haven’t
changed since then.”
     
     The beautiful face laughed: a soft tinkling bell-like
sound.  “Well I have.  I’m afraid you are mistaking me for
someone else.”
     
     Eamon felt a soft tapping on his back.  He turned
around and was startled to see the exact double of the girl
standing in front of him.
     
     The new girl said, “Don’t freak out, E-man.  It’s only
me.  That person over there is obviously my sister.  Here
name is Elle.  Close your mouth and say hello to Elle, E-
man.”

     “Hello, Elle.  I’m sorry for the mistaken identity.  I
don’t suppose it’s anything new in your life, though.”
Eamon was stunned.  Stunned by the double dose of loveliness
before him, stunned that he could speak in coherent
sentences.  His first thought was: ‘And I thought there was
only one Emmy!’  His second thought was: ‘Someone is going
to have the harem of a lifetime.’  The Turner men leaned
towards unofficial harems.
     
     The one he thought was Elle said, “Come in and sit down
at the conference table.  We have fruits and some whole-
grain cereal for breakfast.  If you are a meat eater, I’m
afraid you’ll have to suffer this morning.”
     
     Eamon sat on one side of the table, the two girls sat
on the other side.  He was enchanted.  Emma had overwhelmed
him yesterday, but this!  He placed some fruit on his plate
and pretended to nibble at it.  All he wanted to do was look
at them.
     
     As he watched them he realized there were subtle
differences.  He couldn’t even identify what the differences
were, but he knew which girl was which.  He said to the one
on the right, “Emma, what do we need to talk about?”
     
     Emma smiled and her eyes lit like fire.  Eamon felt
himself sinking even deeper into them.  “Actually, E-man,
you’ve just passed the first test.  You’ve pretty much
proven you are New Man.”
     
     He was confused.  “I did?  How did I do that?”
     
     The other twin spoke.  Her voice was identical to
Emma’s.  It even had that lilting touch of laughter.  “Why
you can tell us apart, of course.  Daddy is the only H.
sapien that can tell us apart.  Well, our Mommas can too,
but they are a special case.  We had to teach them how to do
it.”
     
     He realized that they were correct in the fact that he
really could tell them apart.  But he didn’t have the
foggiest notion why.  They were spitting images of each
other.  He couldn’t see one difference from their flawless
skin to their perfect shapes to their lovely faces to their
expressive eyes.  They were even dressed the same.
     
     Then how the hell could he tell them apart?
     
     Speaking to Emma he said, “By telling you apart that
makes me New Man?”
     
     Emma shook her head.  “Yes, E-man.  We aren’t into
heavy testing here.  This is a kind of binary test, on or
off, yes or no.  You can tell us apart or you can’t.  You
can, therefore you are: New Man that is.  And it didn’t take
nine months, either.”
     
     Elle turned to her sister.  “Nine months?  What is that
about?”
     
     Emma lifted a finger toward Eamon.  “Studly here
offered to attempt to impregnate me in order to establish
his credentials, species-wise.  Daddy wasn’t too thrilled.”
     
     Elle looked enthusiastically toward Eamon.  “That was
awfully generous of you, Eamon.   Was the offer just to
Emmy, or did you include all the Adkins girls.”
     
     Eamon knew they were just playing with him.  He figured
he might as well play along.
     
     “All the Adkins girls.  How many of you are there?”
     
     Elle laughed.  “There are four of us.  But we aren’t
quads.  We are two sets of twins.  Edie and Eddie are the
strange ones.  Emma and I are the normal ones, relatively
speaking.  That will make us easy to tell apart.”
     
     “Strange?  How are they strange? And do they look like
you?”
     
     Emma said, “Some people think they are stupid because
they hardly ever talk.  Well stupid is as stupid does.  They
invented the Newman AE operating system when they were four
years old.  When they were seven they invented Virtual
Video.  They also invented the heads-up display in your car
and a bunch of other stuff.  They just don’t like to talk
about it.”
     
     Elle said, “We aren’t quadruplets, but we are two sets
of twins with a whole lot of DNA in common.  We share the
same father and our mothers are identical twins.  You do the
math.”
     
     Eamon thought he saw a pattern developing.  “The other
twins are scientists, right?  What do you do, Elle?”
     
     She smiled sweetly.  “I make money.”
     
     “What, you’re an economist? A financier?  What does
that mean?”
     
     “It means that I make money.  That’s what I do.  That’s
what I’ve always done.  God knows someone has to do it
around here or we’d be in deep trouble.”
     
     Emmy said, “E-man, it’s like my sister has a printing
press out back.  Daddy tells her how much and Elle makes it.
That’s the way it’s been around here forever.  Elle made her
first million when she was three.  By the time she was seven
she had made over a hundred million dollars.  Where do you
think all of this comes from:  the university that kids
attend for free; the financial backing for New Man Inc.;
Daddy’s energy-efficient car; all the charities?”
     
     Eamon responded, “Uh, I guess we had kind of wondered
what your source of income was.”
     
     Elle said, “’We’?  ‘We wondered’? That brings us to the
second reason for this meeting, Eamon.  What are you doing
here?  You are eighteen years old.  Our median student age
is twelve.  You are rich.  You undoubtedly have been
educated in some way.  Tutors, I’d bet.  Why did you come to
New Man U?  Do you have a particular curriculum in mind?
     “Is it science?  Sorry Eamon but you don’t look like
the scientific type to me.  Economics, maybe?  Your family
has billions.  It’s been our experience that every family
that has that much is somehow desperate to have twice as
much.  So do you plan to be a financier, Eamon?”
     
     Eamon shook his head.  “We have plenty of
businesspeople in our family already.  My half-brother Jake
3rd is going to eventually take over the family businesses.
There is room for all my siblings somewhere near the top,
but that doesn’t really interest me.  I have other
interests.”
     
     Emmy jumped in.  “Politics!”
     
     Eamon’s eyes widened.  “You guessed that on
surprisingly little information.”
     
     Elle answered for her.  “Emmy is the politician in our
family.  She’s perfect.  She’s a bigger dick than Dick Nixon
or Dick Cheney and she doesn’t even have a dick!”
     
     “Very funny, little sister.  Yes, E-man, I have been
somewhat involved in the political process over the years.
I might even have the same motives as you do.  I want to try
to save H. sapiens from themselves.
     “So you came her to learn politics, is that right?  Or
was there some ulterior motive.  ‘We wondered’ you said.
Who is ‘we’?”
     
     Eamon hesitated.  He had already made up his mind to
tell the truth.  He detected no evil here.  The Progenitor,
Andrew Adkins, seemed to him to be a well-meaning bumbler.
These girls, the eTwins, were just plain hot.  They could
tell him anything and he would believe them.  He wanted to
believe them.  He needed to believe them.  But could he
trust them?  He had to take the chance.
     
     “’We’ refers to my family.  My grandparents are
interested in this whole New Man phenomenon.  They want to
know if you are for real.  They want to know if you are
honest.  They want to know what your plans are.  My
Granddaddy worked most of his life to make things right in
this country.  Still there are a lot of things wrong.  We
wanted to know where you fit into the equation.”
     
     The twins looked in each other’s eyes.  Eamon could see
that they were reaching some sort of decision about him, but
doing so silently.  He had heard that twins were like that.
They could communicate almost psychically.  What came next
was a shock.
     
     Emmy and Elle each reached a hand across the conference
table towards Eamon.  Emmy said, “You want to know the truth
about us, E-man?  If you really, really do, take our hands.
But I’m warning you.  Only do so if your heart is pure.  If
you are lying to us, back off.  Because if you are, we’ll
know.”
     
     Eamon hardly hesitated.  He hastened to take the
opportunity to touch the two most beautiful creatures he had
ever been near.  He captured Elle’s hand with his left,
Emmy’s hand with his right.  It was at that moment he knew
his life was transformed.
     It was if an electric current ran from Elle, through
him and directly to Emma.  It wasn’t a physical event.  He
could feel his emotions being stirred.  He could feel the
twins coming into his soul.  It was so weird; so wild; so
astounding!
     The passion he had been feeling seemed to grow
exponentially.  These presences seemed to join his own
presence.  It was frightening.  It was startling.  It was
arousing.
     He felt himself sprout an enormous, almost painful
erection.  He was panting as his blood raced through his
system.  He had never felt so alive.
     Eamon stood, still holding the twins’ hands tightly.
He pulled them both toward him, trying to increase the
amount of contact, even though the table was between them.
He tried to be logical.  He tried to regain his self-
control.  He released both hands and moved away from the
twins.
     
     “What the fuck did you do to me”, he hissed?  “Why do I
feel like this?  Was the breakfast drugged?”
     
     Emmy’s eyes were afire!  She leaned closer across the
table.  Her lips barely grazed his lips.  Eamon moaned when
for the briefest moment there was more skin-to-skin contact.
     
     “What’s the matter, E-man?  Can’t take the heat?  We
haven’t done anything to you except open our souls.  Do you
feel it?  Of course you do.  We wondered that’s all.  We
wondered what it would be like to touch you.”
     
     He said, “But you touched me yesterday!  We shook
hands, I remember.  Nothing spectacular happened then!”
     
     Emmy replied, “We can keep this under lock and key if
we want.  We couldn’t go around feeling like this every time
we shake hands with someone now, could we? But today we just
let it happen.  We needed to know, E-man.  We are even
willing to have a spy in our midst.  But we had to touch
you.”
     
     Eamon felt he was sinking deeply into some emotional
quicksand from which he could never extricate himself.
Right now all he wanted to do was continue to sink.  He was
thunderstruck.
     
     Emma turned to her sister.  “Elle, don’t you have
someplace to be?”
     
     Elle said, “Yes, but…”
     
     Emma shooed her towards the door.  “I’ll talk to you
later.  Right now I’ve got to talk to the E-man here.  Be
gone.”
     
     Elle stood and walked around the table.  She put her
arms around Eamon’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Thank
you Eamon.  You’re the first man who has ever touched me.”
She gave him a soft, sexy, kiss on the cheek and walked from
the room.
     
     When the two were alone, Emma sat back down and looked
into Eamon’s eyes.  She seemed fidgety; uncomfortable.  Her
previously smiling eyes grew dark; as if they were about to
burst into tears.
     
     “Eamon, you came here to find out about us.  Am I
right?  You wanted to know our darkest secrets.”
     
     “Well, yeah, Emma.  I’m supposed to find out if you are
good or evil, from our point of view.  We wanted to know
what you might be hiding.”
     
     “That’s it, E-man.  That’s what we are hiding.
Everything else about us is out front.  Do an audit.
Investigate till the cows come in.  All you will find out is
what you already know; except for this.”
     
     Eamon still didn’t really understand.  “What is this?”
     
     “My Daddy calls it telempathy.  We can feel the
emotions of others, especially other eKids.  And let’s be
honest.  We can read minds, too; again especially with other
eKids.  Most of us had experiences when we were young
reading our parents’ minds.”  Emma saw a light of
recognition come onto Eamon’s face.
     “You too, I’ll bet.  But mostly with H. sapiens, it
only goes one way.  They can’t feel you, they can’t read
you.  A lot of the eKids in that situation stopped
exercising that functionality when they didn’t receive any
response from their parents.  Of course, the majority of the
first generation of eKids was girl twins.  They were able to
use telempathy with each other.  God, wait till you meet my
sisters!  They carry telempathy to the nth degree!”
     
     Eamon had been nodding his head.  He remembered
thinking he could read his parents’ thoughts when he was
very small.  But the response he got from them was so
negative that he stopped.
     
     “Well damn, Emmy!  That’s a pretty big secret to be
hiding!  But I understand why you keep it quiet.  People
would go nuts if they thought you could read their minds.”
     
     “If H. sapiens find out about this, we could be in big
trouble. The Religious Right hates us, E-man.  Do you
realize that we are a living refutation of creationism?  We
are evolution in action.
     “The followers of the Religious Right are so docile, so
eager to be led, that they’ll believe any damn fool thing
that they are told to believe; even that the existence of
evolution is just a difference of opinion between
scientists.  The fact that there are no reputable geologists
or anthropologists who believe in creationism never gets
mentioned.
     “E-man, the Right is this far from mobilizing against
us.  If they found out about telempathy, we would be facing
violence.  Daddy doesn’t want to deal with that until the
eKids get older and can take care of themselves.”
     
     Eamon nodded again.  “I get it.  Is it okay with you if
I break this information to my family?  We’re just a bunch
of Irish Catholics.  We don’t have any agenda for you to
harm.  Besides, I think that some of the men in my family
have a touch of the same talent, or something like it.”
     
     “Tell it to the top, E-man.  But they have to keep it
quiet.  If even a rumor of this gets out, trouble will
start.”
     
     Eamon savored the memory of that touch with Emma and
Elle.  It was so intense.  Somehow it felt like he wasn’t
getting the entire story from Emma.  “Is that it, Emma?  You
can feel the emotions of other eKids?  Or is there more?”
He reached his hand across the table to try to take hold of
Emma’s hand, but she recoiled.
     
     “Don’t touch me, Eamon.  You’ve got to learn the whole
story right now!”  Her eyes had begun to tear up.  Eamon
could feel her pain but couldn’t figure out its cause.  “We
bond!  If you touch us and we open up to you, we could bond
permanently.  You wouldn’t have a chance.  You wouldn’t have
a choice.  That’s why I sent Elle away!
     “You aren’t stupid, E-man.  You must recognize that
Elle and I and our other sisters don’t have much in the way
of options, sexually.  Edie and Eddie have chosen to satisfy
each other.  But Elle and I would prefer the old fashioned
way.
     “We like you, E-man.  You know perfectly well that you
are gorgeous.  You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re talented.
Also, you’re arrogant, you’re spoiled rotten, you’re
promiscuous.  Those last three things count against you, by
the way.
     “And you are very, very rich.  Elle and I don’t care
about that last attribute, but to a lot of H. sapien women
that counts for a lot.
     “But there is something you’ve got to know, E-man.  You
can’t mate successfully with them.  Oh, I know that you fit
together fine.  But forget about children.  Maybe, almost
surely, you can propagate with H. sapien women.  But it is
equally certain that the offspring will be sterile.  No more
little Turners on the horizon from your little branch of the
family.”
     
     Eamon got it.  “So I can’t have a family with a H.
sapien wife.  But let me guess.  I can have a family with
you.”
     
     “Not just with me, Eamon, but with any female eKid.  We
are the same species.  How could I make something like this
up?”
     
     “No, no, I believe you.  I believe you.  Which gets us
back to the touching.  Why did you stop touching me?”
     
     Emma started to cry.  “I had to stop.  I won’t force
you to love me.  It would be emotional rape!  You don’t know
us from Adam.  You don’t know what we need.  Elle and I are
a package, E-man.  You don’t get one without the other.
We’re like our mothers in that.
     “And E-man, you must know by now that I’m very
assertive.  You are used to getting what you want.  So am I.
Could we work as a couple?  I don’t know.  Are you even
interested in us?”
     Emma had her face in her hands, trying to stop the
tears.  She didn’t even notice the slight smile on Eamon’s
face.
     
     He said, “Emmy, what did Elle mean?  She said that I
was the first man that ever touched her.  What did she mean
by that?”
     
     Emma was crying again.  “Don’t you get it, E-man?
We’re virgins! In every way we are virgins!  We’ve never
been kissed.  We’ve never been on a date.  We’ve never even
been touched!
     “This is stupid!  I’m sorry we even brought this up,
Eamon.  Let’s forget this part of the conversation and just
go on with our lives, okay?  Tell your grandmother or
whoever what you know and maybe our families can do
business.”
     
     Emma didn’t notice Eamon stand and move around the
table to her.  She felt herself being swept up into her
arms. His lips met hers and her embarrassed, painful tears
became tears of joy. And still she pulled away.
     
     “Stop, Eamon!  You don’t know what you are doing!  I
told you, this could be permanent.  We could bond forever.
Don’t do this just because you are horny.  You have to love
me before I’ll let you do this.”
     
     “Emmy, I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you.  How
couldn’t I love you?  You are fabulous, beautiful, funny,
smart, wonderful.  I love you.  I thought you were supposed
to be this confident New Woman.  Why are you so gun-shy?”
     
     “Because you hardly know me.  How can you love me?
Don’t do this Eamon, if you have any doubts at all.  Please
don’t.  I couldn’t stand to see regret in your eyes later.”
     
     Eamon pulled Emma close and kissed her tenderly.  He
felt her resistance fade into enthusiasm as finally she
kissed him back.  As they held their lips together, Eamon
felt the energy flowing between.  He felt the swelling of
his heart.  He felt the swelling of his dick.  It occurred
to him that Emmy felt that herself.
     She felt so childlike in his embrace.  Eamon was well
over six feet tall while Emmy was barely over five.  His
arms engulfed her tiny frame.  He hugged her but again she
pulled her face away.
     
     “But what about Elle? You know her even less than you
know me.  What are you, crazy or something?”
     
     “Emmy, Elle is almost as delightful as you.  Honey, if
you want to go slow, I’ll go slowly.  But don’t hold back on
my account.”
     
     Emmy reached up with both hands and cradled Eamon’s
cheeks, slowly pulling him to her in a soft sensual kiss.
Again she pulled back.  “E-man, this is crazy.  But if you
like it crazy, I can out-crazy anybody.”
     
     This time when she kissed him, he felt her small tongue
shyly pushing its way into his mouth.  It circled his lips
then plunged into his mouth.  This time he pulled back.
     “Never been kissed?  That’s hard to believe!”  For a
beginner she was kissing like an expert. She was quickly
lifting his arousal to a fever pitch.
     
     She shrugged her shoulders.  “I guess I won’t be able
to say that after today.  E-man, there are a bunch of things
I won’t be able to say about myself after today, if you know
what I mean.”
     
     Eamon looked at her intently.  “Hold on here, Emmy.
We’re just doing some innocent little necking here.  What
are you saying?”
     
     “E-man, do I have to spell it out?  I’m an eighteen-
year-old virgin!  I’m the oldest living virgin, at least in
my species.  That’s a title I’ll gladly pass on to my
sisters, at least for the time being.  Just because I’m a
virgin, doesn’t mean I’m virginal.  I’ve been offering
myself to Daddy for quite a while, just because I didn’t
seem to have an option ‘B’.  Sweetie, you are definitely
option ‘B’.  But I hope you don’t mind, E-man, but when I
dream of being deflowered, it is never in a conference
room.”
     
     Emma seemed to flick her fingers in a certain way and
the back wall turned into a back wall with a door.
     
     Eamon’s jaw dropped open.  “How the hell did you do
that?”
     
     Emmy smiled slyly.  “No one ever said that you couldn’t
make a plasma wall look like a wall.  Most people who are in
my office don’t know there is a conference room behind it.
None of the people who make it to my conference room know
that I have a bedroom behind that.  Eamon, I have a long-
standing policy of never telling anyone more than they
absolutely need to know.”
     
     “Does that include me?”
     
     “Sweetie, from now on I’ll always answer every question
you ask me.  I’ll never lie to you, ever.”
     
     “Emmy, that didn’t answer my question; which means that
as you made the promise to answer my question, you didn’t
answer my question.  You may be the most devious person in
the world.”
     
     Emmy laughed.  “Now that’s just silly.  Do you know
every person in the world?  What you really mean is I’m the
smartest devious person in the world; which is true.  And it
might also mean that when I try to be devious, I might be
the most successful devious person in the world.  But then
again, you caught me on my first attempt to be devious with
you, which proves I’m not the most successful devious person
in the world, assuming I was being devious and not just
yanking your chain.”
     
     Emmy grew serious.  “Eamon, I’ll never lie to you.
I’ll never hold anything back.  You are on the top of my
need-to-know list.  I don’t even tell Daddy how I do the
things I do.  But if you want me to, I’ll tell you.
     “As a first offering, I’ll admit something that only my
family knows.  I’m the greatest computer hacker in the
world.  See, I’ll tell you anything, even if you don’t ask
me.”
     
     The woman was a never-ending source of wonder and
amusement to Eamon.  “You are the greatest hacker in the
world?  What’s a hacker?  I seem to remember hearing about
that.  Didn’t kids used to be able to sneak into other
people’s computers?  That was hacking, wasn’t it?  But geez,
that hasn’t been a problem for a long time, has it?”
     
     Emma looked at Eamon blandly.  Her face showed the
innocent look that her father had grown to fear.
     
     “You bitch!  Your sisters wrote the operating system!
They locked everyone else out and then gave you a way in!
Son of a bitch what a trick!  What power!  You can do
anything you fucking please!
     “Can you hack into my grandmother’s computer in
Palmdale?  This could be cool.”
     
     Emmy held up a hand.  “E-man, slow down. I thought we
were going into my bedroom to deflower a virgin.  Now if
you’d rather play ‘hack the grandma’ I guess we can do that
but it doesn’t sound nearly as exciting.”
     
     Eamon stood up quickly and held out his hand to assist
Emma to rise.  “You’re right of course.  We can play with
computers anytime.  But one only gets to deflower the most
beautiful girl in the world once in a lifetime, if that.”
     
     Emma smiled that eye-lighting smile that thrilled Eamon
to his core.  “But E-man, maybe you can deflower my
identical twin tomorrow.”  And then she laughed.
     

Part 5
     Emmy skipped into the bedroom, laughing and tossing her
clothes as she went.  Eamon followed her in, his eyes wide
with the wonder of her fabulous body.  He finally pulled his
eyes away from Emma and he was confronted by a dark
landscape lit by a million stars in a panorama of intense
beauty.
     
     Emma said, “Did you ever make love under the stars, E-
man?”
     
     “How do you do this?”  The floor, the walls, the
ceiling were a continuous and unending rendition of a summer
scene at midnight.  The bed seemed to float in the middle of
a field of flowers.
     
     “Eamon, I talk a pretty good game, but you should know
that I really am a virgin.  I’m eager, but take it slowly at
first, okay?  I’m not some sex goddess, no matter what your
hormones might be telling you.  I’m just a scared little
girl who is tired of being alone.  Take care of me please.
I’ll try my hardest to take care of you.”
     
     He agreed she looked like a little girl.  Sure, she
looked like a little girl with tits and an ass.  Her small,
round breasts were the most beautiful body part that Eamon
had ever seen.  Emmy smiled as she realized he was drinking
from her beauty.  She twirled around and then coyly looked
back at him over her shoulder.  Eamon was mesmerized by
Emma’s ass.  It was the most beautiful body part he had ever
seen.
     Eamon began to remove his own clothing.  His was
dazzled by the beauty of his surroundings.  Emma stood in
front of him with one arm extended, wearing a shy smile and
nothing more. Where her bush should be there was nothing but
soft, sexy skin. Her puffy pussy lips seemed to be gleaming
with her juices.  She was a walking incitement to riot.
     Eamon tried to pull down his pants and his boxers in
one swift motion.  He groaned in pain as the head of his
impossibly hard member caught on the waste band of his
boxers and was almost ripped out by the roots.
     
     “S’matter, Eamon?  Are you in a hurry?”
     
     Eamon closed the distance to Emma, then lifted her up
and held her like a child, his left arm around her shoulders
with his right arm under her knees.  He gently kissed her.
His intentions were somewhat honorable.  He wanted to make
gentle, passionate love to her.  He wished to slowly fill
her, bring her the pleasure she longed for.  Only later
would he fuck her senseless.  He knew he had to do both.
      Eamon laid her on the bed with her head on a downy
pillow.  She watched him with hooded eyes.
     
     “Eamon, I’ve never said it to you.  But I want you to
know before we go any farther.  I love you. It’s true.  I’ve
been studying you for weeks, ever since we knew who you
were.  So I know you.  I really know you.  And yes, you are
beautiful.
     “But I’ve seen inside you, too.  I know that your real
beauty is there.  I would have given you my virginity
anyway, E-man.  I’m just a horny teenager, after all.  But
today in addition to my virginity, I’m giving you my heart.
Please take it and keep it forever.  I never want it back.”
     
     Eamon was in love with loving this amazing girl.  Each
time she spoke she revealed another equally wonderful side
to herself.  Now he knew that the wisecracking, joking,
cynical Emma Adkins was also the sweet, romantic, loving
Emmy.
     He sat next to her on the bed, and slid the back of his
hand along her soft cheek.
     
     She said, “I know that sometimes I’m a controlling
bitch, E-man.  But today, please do whatever you want with
me.  I trust you.  I’m yours.”
     
     Eamon felt like a kid in a candy store with carte
blanche.  He leaned over and gave her another soft and sweet
kiss.  He felt the little girl shudder with the emotion. His
hand finally made its way to her small soft breasts.  He
felt as if he were desecrating a work of art so he moved
slowly, gently; too gently from Emma’s point of view.
     
     She rubbed her hand against Eamon’s cheek and
whispered, “I won’t break, E-man.”
     
     Eamon pinched that soft pink nipple, and Emmy emitted
her first moan.  Eamon brought his head down to Emma’s chest
and captured the other nipple between his lips, alternately
sucking and licking it.
     Emma’s eyes were almost fully closed.  They were open
just enough to watch her gentle assailant begin the
ravishment of her heretofore virgin flesh.  This was the
moment she had dreamed of since learning of the existence of
the undocumented New Man, Eamon Turner.
     Eamon’s fingers made their way down Emma’s taut belly.
In another circumstance she would have found them ticklish.
But now they felt like fire.  Her stomach muscles
involuntarily pulled away from the burning fingers as her
hips rose, searching for stimulation.
     His hand wandered further south, over her soft naked
mound, finally reaching the holy land.  One finger slid
along the swollen outer passage of her pussy, evoking
another moan from Emma.
     
     ‘Damn, she’s wet already!’ thought Eamon.  ‘This girl
is made to fuck!’
     
     His finger barely parted her lips as he made a pass in
the opposite direction.  Emma’s hips were beginning to
rotate along the axis of his movement, trying to force his
finger deeper.  His finger stroked her gently, never
insinuating itself into Emma’s pussy.
     
     “Eamon, please!  I promise in the future you can abuse
me, torture me, do whatever you want to me. Anything!  But
please, Eamon, don’t make me wait today!  Don’t torture me
now.  Please, honey, please!”
     
     Her arms had reached around Eamon’s chest in a
ridiculous attempt to pull his large frame on top of her
tiny body.  Finally he relented and moved of his own accord
until he was on top of her, laying his well-muscled body
atop her small soft frame.
     Like most virgins, Emmy’s emotions were equal parts
fear and eagerness.
     
     In a little girl’s voice she said, “You are so big and
I’m so tiny.  I’m not even sure that monster can fit in me.
Maybe I should start small and work up to you.”
     
     Eamon laughed.  At her hour of truth, Emmy still saw
the humor of the situation.  But he didn’t intend to hurt
her.  He thought he could make her passage into womanhood
relatively pain-free, as long as he could control his own
lust.
     Eamon took hold of his manhood and rubbed the large
helmet of his cock-head along Emmy’s puffy pussy lips.
Almost automatically, Emmy’s legs, which had been flat on
the bed, rose up; her knees spread wide and drew themselves
closer to her chest.  Her legs were splayed as wide as her
little body would allow, her tiny feet pointed straight up
in the air as her body surrendered itself to Eamon’s dick.
     Emma’s pussy was dripping with her arousal and fear.
Eamon’s dick moved easily along its fringes, and still he
failed to enter her.  Very slowly the head of his dick
insinuated itself into Emma’s pussy.  Eamon saw the look of
concentration, pain, and fear on her face, all subordinate
to her passion.
     Instead of driving forward, Eamon used just the head of
his dick to slowly saw back and forth.  He made sure that
Emma’s already prominent clit was receiving the attention it
deserved as he pulled only marginally in and out.
     Emmy’s breath came in gasps.  Her hips were moving with
the motion of Eamon’s dick, pushing onto him each time the
head threatened to enter her.  Her movements became more and
more sporadic.  She began to moan, to mumble, then to spew
almost meaningless words.
     “Oh yeah!  Yes, Eamon you feel so good!  Harder, do it
harder! Please, do it!  Oh God!  Don’t stop! God, oh God!”
     Emma’s words grew louder as she approached her first
non-self induced orgasm.  Suddenly she froze.  Her toes
curled and her entire body started clenching like a fist.  A
soft scream grew louder as her climax overtook her.
Suddenly she was screaming at the top of her lungs.
     It was what Eamon was waiting for.  He shoved his dick-
head past her threshold, easily tearing through her
maidenhead, and coming to rest fully enveloped in Emma’s
tightly spasming pussy.
     Then he realized that she was no longer screaming.
Looking into her eyes he saw that she had passed out.
     
     ‘Christ’, he thought.  ‘The poor thing couldn’t handle
the pain.’
     
     He kissed her cheek, her neck, her forehead.  He tried
to bring her around, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
     
     “Emmy.  Emmy darling.  Wake up baby.  Are you all
right?  Please wake up, honey. I didn’t mean to hurt you.
I’m so sorry.”
     
     Emma’s eyes slowly opened.  She seemed to be recovering
as her eyes suddenly focused on his face.  When she heard
him apologize a lazy, satisfied smile lit her face.
     
     “Wow, E-man.  You must have your Ph.D. in
devirginization.  I was waiting for all that pain, but all I
felt was pleasure.”
     
     He was still worried.  “Emmy, I thought the pain caused
you to pass out!  Are you okay?  I didn’t hurt you?”
     
     “You didn’t hurt me but you damn near killed me.  It’s
what my momma calls ‘Death by Fucking’.  She told me about
it and now I believe it.  How did you break my hymen without
hurting me?”
     
     “I saw a movie once.  It suggested pinching a virgin’s
earlobes just before trying to break through.  The pain of
the pinch would distract from the pain of the breakage, so
to speak.  I thought it might be better to do it while you
were having an orgasm.  Did it work?”
     
     She smiled softly.  Her eyes were aflame, her checks
were flushed.  She was absolutely beautiful.  Her arms rose
off of the bed and circled his neck.  She kissed him
passionately.
     
     Finally she released him from her grasp.  Still Eamon
was buried to the hilt in Emmy.
     
     She said brightly, “Okay, E-man.  Now it’s your turn.
If feel like I’m impaled on a baseball bat.  God it feels
good!  Fuck me, E-man!  I bet you can’t knock me out again.
That was just a lucky first try.  Come on, honey.  I want to
feel you cum inside me.  That’s all I need right now.”
     
     Eamon needed no additional prodding.  He had softened a
bit when trying to revive her.  But her encouragement had
him hard and ready again.  He started slowly, withdrawing
about half way, then sliding back into her.
     
     He said to her, “I can’t believe you took the whole
thing!”
     
     He felt like he was encased in a wet, warm, pulsating
glove.  Damn it felt good.  He increased the length of his
strokes imperceptibly with every thrust.  Before long he was
pulling out until just the head remained inside, then
plunging the entire length of his dick deeply into her.  She
was so wet and warm.  It was as if her pussy had been molded
to fit his dick.
     
     “Eamon, baby.  Do it like that!  Yes, honey, I like it
that way.  Harder.  Maybe you can do it a little harder.
Yes!  I want to suck the cum right out of you.  I want you
to mark me with your seed!  Make me yours, Eamon  ! Yes,
sweetie! Do it!  Fuck me!”
     Eamon realized that Emmy was on a hair trigger.  She
was arching up into another massive orgasm.  He loved her
vocalizations.  He had been with many women, but the ones he
liked the most were the talkers.
     Emmy wasn’t so much telling him what to do as she was
giving him encouragement; letting him know what she liked.
And turning him the hell on!
     His strokes increased from loving and tender to hard
and passionate.  Each time he bottomed out in her pussy,
Eamon ground himself against Emmy’s clit.  She seemed to
have a minor orgasm each time he did that.
     But the mini-orgasms weren’t slaking her passion, they
were augmenting it. She became more vocal, more delirious,
her head shaking from side to side; her fingernails clawing
his back; her little feet crossed around his waste.
     Eamon knew that he couldn’t last much longer.  His own
passion was growing as Emmy urged him on, harder and deeper,
harder and deeper.
     
     “Emmy, it’s going to be soon for me.”
     
     She whispered in his ear, “Cum for me, baby.  Fill me
up with your juice!”
     
     Then she was shouting.  “Cum in me!  Make me cum with
you!  Oh, God, I’m cumming! Fuck me, E-man.”
     
     For Eamon, that was all it took.  He felt his orgasm
overtake him and he was flooding her with his semen.  Her
climax joined his and suddenly he was overtaken with a blast
of emotion.  He felt her! He felt her climax deep within
him.  Hers spurred on his.  They were sharing their orgasm
and it overwhelmed them both.
     Emmy was screeching, her eyes closed, her arms pulling
Eamon deeply into her.  Eamon saw white hot light exploding
in his brain, flashes of red and green coming with each of
Emmy’s screams.  Both were squeezing and pulling and
clenching, awed by the enormity of their emotions.  And
finally it was over.
     Eamon collapsed beside Emmy, his emotional gamut
running from elation to shock and back again.  The sheer
power of it all was almost too much to bear.  They had had a
shared orgasm!
     
     Emmy began to laugh.  So did Eamon.
     
     Finally Eamon asked, “What are we laughing at?”
     
     Emmy continued to laugh.  Finally she calmed enough to
say, “In a few weeks we are going to look back at this
moment and say, ‘that sure was a lame first time.’  Don’t
you realize it, Eamon?  It’s all up hill from here.  Each
time we do it is going to be better than this one.  It all
comes from practice.”
     
     Eamon was smiling.  But then he realized he was still
hard.  Damn, this girl was like his own personal
aphrodisiac!
     Emma also noticed that Eamon’s erection was proud and
tall.  She rubbed her whole lovely body against his and in a
little girl’s voice whispered, “Time for practice, Mr. E-
man.”