Emily Untethered Ch. 01

This story features one of the secondary characters in another series of mine, Just the Six of Us. It's not necessary to have read it first, but it might help for clarification purposes. As with all of my stories, the story will be established before we get to very much sex. Although there are a few flashbacks to sex in this chapter, there is nothing of the caliber that my longtime readers are used to. All characters involved in sexual situations are over 18, and all of this work is mine. No one else has permission to reproduce or sell it. Get in touch with me through my profile.

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Untethered

Chapter 1

Emily crept down the hallway to her dad's room. She listened quietly outside the door. "Why, Christine," she heard from the room. She sighed and lowered her head. She felt so bad for her father, still mourning the loss of his wife, her mother. Christine Davis hadn't died however, she'd left, only calling to tell him that she was leaving after she'd packed. It had been an out of the blue thing for him, too. She loved her father, but he could be a bit dense sometimes. There's no way he could have seen this coming. He was a die-hard romantic and a very loving man, but her mother had always been a bit distant.

She'd been very religious, and always quick to judge. Sure, Emily was biased now, but she knew the facts. Her mother had insisted they go to church every Sunday, rain or shine, made them pray before meals, and would lose her mind when someone swore in her presence. She didn't exactly treat him like crap, but she wasn't a very loving woman. Emily got the same cold treatment that her father did, but she didn't rely on her as much as he had. She frowned in defeat when she realized she couldn't really do anything to ease his pain.

She quietly crept back to her room and shut the door, offering a quick prayer for her father. Climbing back in the bed, she stared up at the ceiling and thought back over the previous year and sighed. It seemed so long ago now, and she felt like such a different person.

*****

A little over a year ago:

Her dad checked the oil in the car three times before he let her climb in. Her mother fussed over her a little bit, more than she'd expected in fact. Her car was packed to the brim with her clothes. She kissed her dad on his cheek and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her and then she heard him start to cry, just the slightest bit. That did it.

"Oh Daddy," she said, wiping her own tears away. "I promise, I'll be okay."

"I know, I know. I'm just gonna miss you, but I'm so proud of you," he squeezed her one final time before releasing her.

She hugged her mother, who had tears in her eyes of her own. "Mom," she said, brushing more tears away.

"Shh, don't," her mother said, hugging her tighter. "I'll just lose it."

Emily smiled and nodded, and then kissed her mom on the cheek and turned towards her car.

"Watch for cops," her dad said as she climbed inside. She nodded.

"You have your Taser?" her mother asked for the hundredth time.

"Yes, mom," she replied, patting the small case next to her. "I love you guys, call me whenever you want."

"Love you kiddo," her dad said. "Drive safe and call us when you get there."

"Bye guys, love you," she called and started her car, pulling out of the driveway.

She leaned over and clicked on the radio. "There Goes My Life," by Kenny Chesney was playing on the radio. "Awww, crap," she said, tearing up again.

The trip was relatively uneventful, but long. Eventually she arrived and got settled in to her dorm room. It was tiny, one person barely being able to live there comfortably. She had a suite-mate though, not a roommate, so that was a good thing. She'd always been more comfortable by herself. That first semester, she spent a lot of time just hitting the books and studying. She went to Campus Ministries on Sundays and Wednesday nights, and then to a few student functions. She didn't really mind being alone, but it did give her time to think about Mike, and wonder how he was doing. They'd been a couple in high school, but nothing serious had ever happened with him, though she was sure that she would've if he'd wanted to. He was a good guy, through and through, and he tended to take care of his older sisters. Maybe when she went back for summer break, she'd see if he wanted to rekindle what they had.

She was at a Wednesday night bible study session when she met Shawn. He was a handsome guy, obviously from California. He was a sophomore, and he had sun bleached hair, shoulder-length and was well tanned. He played guitar for the little group while they sang some religious songs and he flashed her a wide smile every so often.

They grabbed coffee afterward after he'd convinced her that he was a decent fellow. She smiled when she thought about the Taser she kept in her purse.

He bought her a hot chocolate, grabbing one for himself when they got to the coffee place.

"I thought you liked coffee," he said.

She shook her head. "I thought you did," she replied.

He laughed. "Well crap, this didn't turn out right did it."

She smiled. "Oh it's fine. Hot chocolate is one of my favorites."

He smiled and scooted into the seat next to her.

She playfully scooted away. "I don't know if I like you sitting that close to me," she ribbed.

He smiled. "I just don't want you getting cold."

After they finished talking for awhile, they went for a walk and he asked if he could take her to dinner. She nodded and agreed.

They'd been dating for a month before he'd tried to do anything besides kiss her. They were making out in her bed after watching a movie and he ran a single finger across one of her breasts, testing the waters.

She smiled and sighed softly, feeling her nipple respond. They'd talked about how she was still a virgin, and how at first she'd wanted to wait until she was married to have sex. He'd been okay with it, agreeing that he wouldn't push the issue. He told her he'd only been with one other girl, back in high school.

She sighed as he grabbed at her breast with his whole hand then, feeling his warm lips on her neck. She began to get turned on and stopped kissing him then. "I've got class early honey," she said.

He sighed. "I know." He leaned over and kissed her. "I'm sorry if I was moving too fast."

"You were fine, I just have to get up early," she said.

He nodded. "I'll come by and see you tomorrow."

He leaned over and kissed her again, and then exited her room.

*****

Texas, Present Day

John Davis looked up from his plate and smiled at his daughter. "Sugar, this spaghetti is awesome."

"Thanks, Daddy," she said between mouthfuls. "Don't get used to it, I'm planning on making you eat healthier, starting tomorrow. Consider this a treat."

He groaned and rolled his eyes playfully. "So, how was school?"

She shrugged. "It's okay. I like my classes, it's just a little silly hearing mostly the same stuff I heard back in California."

He nodded. "At least it'll be easier this time."

She nodded but stayed silent. "She wants to change the subject," he thought.

"So what's the deal with you and Mike?"

He saw a slight grimace. "Wrong subject I guess," he thought.

"Mike has a girlfriend," she said.

He offered her a sympathetic gaze. "I'm sorry honey. Are you okay?"

She shrugged and ate a little of her supper. "I mean, yeah, I'm okay. I'm just a little sad."

He nodded and fell silent, content with finishing his supper without upsetting his daughter anymore. She'd been through enough. He could tell she'd been through something out in California. He wanted to hold her and tell her it would be okay, but knew it wasn't the right time to press the issue. As he finished, he stood and began to clean up the kitchen. "I'll handle this tonight," she said, standing and scooting him out of the way of the sink.

"You don't need to study?"

She shook her head and began to load the dishwasher. He nodded. "Thanks sugar," he said. "I'm going to get some work done."

"Love you," she said as he left.

Stopping at the doorway, he turned. "Emily," he called.

She turned and looked up at him, a plate in her hand. "Yes, Daddy?"

"You know, whatever happened in California, if you want to talk about it, I'm here. No matter what it is."

She stared at him for a second, lost in thought. She started to say something several times.

"Thanks," she said eventually.

He'd have to accept that, he knew. Turning, he went to his office and pulled out his chair and clicked on his computer.

*****

"How can I tell him about everything that happened?" she asked herself. "Where would I even start?"

She'd probably give him a heart attack just by telling him that his little girl wasn't a virgin anymore, much less that she'd been sodomized, gang banged, and had just about every other sexual term in the book done to her or on her. It didn't start out like that, of course. She thought back again...

California

After she'd let him haphazardly grope at her chest that night, she decided to let it go a little farther the next time they were together. She kept thinking about how her nipple had gotten erect so quickly. She felt herself getting wet and had to stop him before he tried to go farther. She was amazed at how turned on she'd gotten, just by him brushing against a single nipple, outside of her bra and shirt. The sensation had intrigued her, and she couldn't concentrate on much else the next day. After class had ended, he invited her over to his room at an apartment complex adjacent to campus. She clicked the door closed behind him and waved at his roommate, Brian, who was sitting at the table with a book open, writing something.

"Hey Emily," he called, not raising his head. "Shawn's in his room."

She nodded and headed that way. She heard him snoring softly and went in. She kicked off her shoes and climbed in with him, scooting up close to him as he began to stir. "Hey," he said. "Sorry, I fell asleep."

She shrugged. "No problem."

He turned and kissed her, his hands immediately moving to wrap around her as they usually did, but this time he switched it up and moved a hand to her waist, resting it at the edge of her shorts and shirt.

He was a decent kisser, and his tongue was eager. She couldn't help but compare him to Mike, and decided that while Shawn wasn't bad, Mike was definitely better. She giggled as his cold fingers touched her stomach. He began to kiss her neck, his hand inching her shirt upwards.

"Why not," she thought, letting him raise it higher, until it was at the bottom of her bra.

He changed his approach then, and lifted the shirt up, running his hand up and groping her bra-covered breast. She felt her nipple harden then, like it had before and felt herself getting turned on. It surprised her, how good such a small thing could feel. He stopped kissing her then and moved to her neck. She moaned softly. He pulled at her bra, exposing one of her nipples to the cool air of the room. He began to kiss slowly down her neck. He eventually made it down her shirt and sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue warm against her pale skin.

"God," she thought, thoroughly enjoying the feeling. He lifted her shirt up and pulled her bra down on the other side, exposing her other nipple and sucking it into his mouth. After an hour or so of sucking at her breasts, he looked up at her. "So would you like to make love?"

She rolled her eyes and sat up then. "Just because I let you go farther today doesn't mean that I'm ready to go that far."

He held up his hands then. "I'm sorry, I was just asking. You get me all hot and bothered and then leave me like this," he said, his hands gesturing towards his crotch.

She looked down and saw that he had a hard-on, a slight bulge in his pants.

"We don't have to fool around," she said.

He sighed, irritated. "I just want to feel good, and to make you feel good."

"So do I, but I'm not ready to go all the way."

He accepted that and laid back on the sheets facing away from her, an angry expression on his face. She stood then and adjusted her top, pulling the bra back up over her nipples, still hard from his ministrations. "I can leave if you're just going to pout," she said, pulling her shirt down.

He didn't move.

"Fine," she said, turning and shutting the door behind her.

She didn't talk to him for a week after that, but eventually he apologized, and agreed to try taking it slow again. He behaved, for the most part, contenting himself with sucking on her nipples. Eventually however, he began to try other things, kissing her stomach, rubbing nonchalantly on her crotch.

She had to admit that it really turned her on, but did she really want to go all the way?

"So, I've been trying to take it slow," he said, one afternoon after a particularly intense make out session after bible study.

"I know, you've been very good," she smiled.

"So how about a reward?"

She leveled her eyes at him. "Shawn..." she warned.

"Not that," he said, shaking his head.

She sat back then, pulling her shirt back down and covering up her breasts. "What then?" she asked.

He glanced down and looked at his crotch and then back up at her. "Can you take care of me?"

She sighed and looked up at him. "What exactly do you want me to do with that?"

He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers.

She looked at him curiously before she put it together. She considered his request quietly, looking intently at the bulge in his pants. He had been very good, but she'd never done anything like this. "Why not, you've been... sort of patient with me," she said at length.

He looked like a kid on Christmas as he pulled his shorts off, revealing some tighty-whitey underwear.

"Ugh, never mind," she said, rolling her eyes as she saw his underwear.

"What? They're comfortable."

She giggled and leaned forward, kissing him. She felt his hand reach for hers and then he pulled it forwards and placed it on the bulge. She broke the kiss then and looked down at her first penis, pulling it from the hideous underwear he was wearing. It seemed about average, but she couldn't be sure, having never seen one except in health class. Her hand closed around it and she squeezed.

"No, not like that," he said, his hand closing around hers.

"Sorry, I've never done this," she said.

He smiled and kissed her, and began to move her hand up and down. "Oh baby, that feels good," he said, almost immediately. She continued moving her hand up and down, not really squeezing too tightly for fear of hurting him.

"Squeeze harder," he said, and she did so, sure she would end up hurting him.

"Okay, tell me if I hurt you," she said, her hand moving slowly up and down on his shaft.

He leaned back on his bed as she sat next to him, folding his arms behind his head. "Just keep doing that," he said, smiling.

She giggled and continued to rub him, her hand moving up and down, over and over. After about thirty seconds his legs began to stiffen and he cried out. "Fuck," he said, and a gooey whitish liquid shot out of his penis.

"Semen," she thought. It glazed over her knuckles and landed on his chest. He leaned over and reached for a towel.

"Fuck, that was nice," he said.

"Watch your language," she said, grinning. "I'm glad you liked it."

He nodded. "Thanks," he told her.

After that, things were pretty normal for a few weeks. They went to a movie or had something to eat and then headed back to his room, or her dorm and fooled around. They'd kiss, he'd suck on her nipples and she'd give him a hand job. He seemed content with this for awhile, but eventually he pushed the boundaries again.

She began to loosen up, and didn't seem to fight as hard at resisting his suggestions.

"I'm just saying, it'll feel better if you get it wet," he'd said to her one night.

She shook her head. "I'm not putting that in my mouth."

She stopped giving him a hand job for a week after he tried to get her to suck on it. Eventually, she began jerking him off again, and he seemed content.

She was rubbing up and down on his cock one evening when he winced. "What is it?" she asked.

"I told you, after a while it gets raw. It hurts. If you aren't going to put it in your mouth, just spit on your hand or something."

She sighed and sat quietly while he sulked, facing away from her. He sat up then and reached for his shirt.

"Shawn, I'm sorry," she said, feeling guilty. "I don't mean to lead you on or tease you, and I definitely don't want to hurt you. If I..." she paused. "...put it in my mouth, will that make you happy?" she asked with a sweet smile.

"Oh Baby yes!" he said. "I'll do anything you want."

She laughed then. "Okay, but don't... go... in my mouth, or I'll never do it again."

"I'll try very hard not to do that," he said.

She leveled her eyes at him again. "I'm serious," she warned.

He took his shirt off again and laid back down, pulling his underwear off as he did so.

She blushed a little; she'd never seen him completely naked.

He looked at her expectantly, waiting.

She rolled her eyes then, and leaned forwards, taking his penis in her hand. She jerked it back to life after a minute or so, and then inched her face forwards, laying perpendicular to him on the bed. She peered down at it and eventually brought it up to her lips, lightly kissing the tip. He groaned and she giggled, marveling at the power she could have over him.

She opened her mouth then and brought him inside, letting him rest in her mouth for a second, before pulling him out.

"Tell me what I'm supposed to do, I've never done this before either, remember," she said.

"Just suck on it and move it up and down in your mouth like you do with your hand," he said, sounding frustrated.

She pulled the tip back into her mouth then and sucked on it, feeling the head swell in her mouth. It didn't taste awful, like she'd expected, but it didn't taste like candy either. It swelled in her mouth though, and she felt herself getting turned on with how much he seemed to like what she was doing. She bobbed up and down on his bed, and it wasn't long before he was gasping and then tapping madly on her shoulder. She looked up at him then and then yelped as a stream of semen shot out of his erect penis. It shot close to her face and landed on his stomach. "Fuck," he said.

She leaned away from his cock, her hand reaching around it and jerking it up and down for a few seconds.

"Oh fuck, thank you, thank you," he said, over and over.

She reached for a towel and began to clean her hand up, then grabbed a bottle of water from his mini fridge and sloshed some around her mouth.

Eventually he stopped thanking her.

She wondered where it would go next.

*****

Texas

The door to the computer room opened and John looked up. Emily came in and came over to the desk. "Still working?" she asked.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed. She came around the desk and pulled the chair out, plopping down in his lap.

"Listen, Daddy," she started, leaning against his chest. "I know you want to help with what happened in California, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to tell you. It's embarrassing and you wouldn't be very proud of me."

He sighed. "Emily, you won't ever be able to do anything that could make me not proud of you. I love you, kiddo." He kissed her forehead then.

"It's about sex."

"Good night then," he said, standing and pushing her out of his lap.

She giggled and stood up. "Thought so," she said. "Mind if I do some yoga?"

He shrugged. He'd converted the spare room into an exercise/computer room when his estranged wife had told him she didn't want to have anymore kids, having no use for the extra bedroom in their three bedroom house.