Paramedic Love.

Emily had been friends with Matt for ten years, and roommates for eight
of those years.  They had met through their job, both being paramedics
for St. Mary's Hospital.  He had already been with the hospital for a
year when she signed on after graduating from a local university.  He
had been kind enough to show her the ropes of it all, making her feel
at ease being the new girl in town with the need to prove herself. 

At the time, Emily had been dating a guy name Rick, which Matt and the
rest of the crew quickly dubbed "Rick the Dick."  She would be the
first to admit now that he was a dick, but back then, she had been
blind to his lies and secrets.  One of those secrets had been her then
best friend.  They had been started sleeping together one day when her
friend had stopped by one day while she was at work.  Her friend later
said that one thing had just led to another, and it got out of hand. 

She had been stupid enough to forgive him, but on the condition that he
never contact her friend again.  He had agreed, and all seemed to be
okay again.  Emily had told all of this to the guys at work, every
single one of them telling her she needed to drop his skeezin' ass, but
she had brushed them off and continued dating Rick. 

One night, Emily walked into her apartment that she had shared with
Rick.  She had placed her keys on the counter and hung her EMT coat up
onto the coat rack.  She was walking to the kitchen when she had her
something coming from her room.  She thought it was Rick just moving
around, but as she neared the room, she heard moans.  Once again, he
was cheating on her.  She had burst through the door, her boyfriend and
the girl on top of him separating as the girl quickly grabbed the sheet
to cover herself.  It was her ex-best friend.  She started yelling at
Rick, and Rick at her.  It got heated, and Rick started hitting her and
throwing her around the room while her friend screamed for him to stop.
 The next thing she knew, she was in an ambulance on the way to the
hospital. 

She could hear Matt and her other co-worker James talking to her.  They
explained where she was and why, but she slipped back into
unconsciousness.  The next day she woke up, finding herself in a
hospital bed.  A nurse had come and explained she was being treated for
a concussion and a broken arm.  She was released two days later into
the care of her co-workers.  Matt had taken her back to his house where
he put her up in his room while he slept on the couch.  The very next
day, the crew moved all of her stuff out of her apartment and brought
it to Matt's.  They had left nothing of hers behind except the key to
the apartment.  When Rick had come home to discover the apartment
empty, he had blown up her cell phone trying to get her to come back.
She never once answered, but after twenty calls, Mike had picked up her
phone and told Rick that if he ever tried to contact her again, he'd
kill him.  She hadn't heard from Rick since. 

Eight years later, she and Matt were still living together and it was
the perfect arrangement.  They paid the bills, cleaned, took turns
cooking, and hosted kick-backs for the crew.  But Emily had a secret;
she was in love with Matt.  It hadn't happen right away.  It didn't
happen the first year, or the second year.  All she knew was that the
feeling slowly came on the longer they lived together. 

It wasn't because he had taken her in, or that he had protected her.  It
was a plus, yes, but it was the way he was that made her fall in love
with him.  He never had a bad word to say about other, always willing
to lend a helping hand.  He loved his job, his friends, and his family.
He also loved his girlfriend. 

Carmen had come around about four years ago as a fling.  They would go
out and mess around, but it had never been anything serious until a
year ago.  At the moment they were out on a date.  Carmen had invited
her along to the movies with them, but she had declined saying that she
wasn't feeling well.  After they left, Emily had taken a hot shower and
settled into her room to watch a movie.  She had decided on "Calamity
Jane" and was now lying on her bed watching it.  It had just gotten to
the part where Calamity shot at the glass in Katie's hand at the ball
when she heard the front door slam close. 

Emily immediately sat up and listened.  She heard Matt screaming
profanities and something that sounded like a fist hitting a wall.  She
flew from her bed and threw back her bedroom door, running down the 

stairs and into the living room.  She could hear Matt towards the back
of the house where his bedroom was.  She heard crashes coming from his
bedroom and she ran down the hallway.  Coming to his doorway, she
turned the knob and threw the door open, coming to a halt as she
watched Matt tear his bedroom apart. 

"MATT!"  He didn't seem to hear her as he picked up a lamp and throw it
against the wall.  It probably wasn't the safest thing to do, but she
ran up behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.  Her hands
fisted together, trying to hold on as Matt thrashed, trying to throw
her off of him. 

"MATT!! STOP! MATT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"  It was like he
didn't even know she was there, screaming at him to stop because the
next thing she knew she was being tossed backwards onto the floor.  Her
right thigh hit the nightstand hard, causing a few items on top of it
to fall to the carpet. 

"Oh my God, Emily! I am so sorry."  He ran to her, kneeling on the
carpet beside her as she was trying to sit up on her hands. 

"Don't move, Emily, please.  Jesus Christ, are you okay?"  His skilled
hands were all over her body checking for injuries.  He was in EMT
mode.  She started laughing and his hands stilled. 

"This isn't funny Emily.  I hurt you.  Fuck, I didn't mean to, I'm
sorry.  I'm just so pissed."  He sat back onto the carpet, his elbows
resting on his knees as his hands cradled his head.  "FUCK!!!" 

Emily sat up quickly, kneeling in front of him.  Her leg hurt like hell.
She took his wrists in her hands and urged him to look up at her. 

"What the hell happened to make you act like a lunatic?"  He looked up
and what she saw killed her.  His eyes looked red, but tears weren't
there.  It was as if he wanted to cry, but he was so upset that he
couldn't. "What happened, Matt?"  His arms fell, draping over his knees
as he stared at her with hurt eyes. 

"She cheated on me."  Secretly, Emily was happy because she didn't want
him to be with her, but another part of her was crying for him.  She
would have never wished this on him. 

"Jesus, Mike.  I'm so sorry."  She moved forward in between his bent
knees, her arms wrapping around his neck as she held him to her.  He
felt so good against her.  As they sat there, her holding him, he told
her what had happened. 

"We were just leaving the movies when she pulled me aside.  I sat there
leaning against the car as she stood back from me.  She looked so
nervous and she was wringing her hands.  And then, she told me.  She'd
met this guy a couple months ago and one thing led to another and soon
they were having a regular affair."  They sat there for a moment before
Emily pulled back. 

"Come one. Get up."  She stood and held her hand out for him to take.
His hand slid into her small one as he pushed against the floor and
stood.  He looked around the room at the mess he'd made. 

"I'm sorry, Emily.  I shouldn't have come home like that." 

"Better for you to do it here, then somewhere else; at least you won't
get arrested here."  He gave a weak smile as she started to pick up the
mess he'd made.  He sat on his bed and watched her hurry around his
room picking up and straightening things.  It was then that he saw it.
She was bending over to pick up pieces of broken glass, her shirt
lifting to show a huge, ugly bruise on her right thigh. 

"Son of a bitch!"  Emily stopped mid pick-up and looked at him. 

"What?"  She watched as he stood and walked over to her, falling to his
knees.  His right hand gripped her thigh as his other lifted her shirt
more.  Stabs of pleasure shot through her as his hand warmed her inner
thigh, so close to where her arousal was evident.  She hoped to God he
didn't raise his hand any further and found that her panties were wet. 

"Your leg.  Did I do this?"  His fingers lightly brushed the budding
bruise making her suck in her breath. "Sorry." 

"I'm afraid so, but its okay. Don't worry about it. It'll go away." 

"No, it's not okay."   She watched with fascination as he placed a kiss
on her bruise, leaning his head against her hip. "I'm sorry. Forgive
me?" Emily ran her fingers through his hair. 

"Of course, Matt. You know that I would understand more than anyone what
you're going through.  You were in a rage, and you didn't know it was
me. Don't beat yourself up."  His hand squeezed her thigh and kissed
her hip.  Emily pulled away from him and held out her hands once again. 

"Come on; let's get you into the shower.  You'll feel better." He stood,
taking her hand as she led him out of his room and to the stairs up to
their bathroom.  Leaving him at the doorway, she made herself busy by
readying his bath and bringing down soap and shampoo.  Matt stood there
silently watching her, noticing every time her shirt rose above her ass
to reveal her black lace boy shorts.  He always found lace incredibly
sexy.  Over the past ten years, he noticed a constant growing
attraction to Emily, but never acted on it.  He doubted she thought of
him that way.  He was probably like a brother to her, especially after
he had taken her from that asshole she had been dating.  But he found
it hard to ignore that over the years, she had never once been on a
date, brought any guy home; nothing.  It was like she was happy
spending her life without a man, save him. It made him curious. 

"Your bath is ready.  If you want me to, I can stay in here and talk
with you.  I know that's more of what girls would do, but I figured---"
"Sure. I don't mind."  He pulled his shirt over his head and threw into
the hamper before unbuttoning his jeans.  He pushed the jeans to the
floor, stepping out of them and throwing them in the hamper.  Next were
his socks.  Emily secretly watched as she pretended to mess with her
hair in the mirror.  She practically drooled as he took off his boxers
leaving him totally naked.  Even soft, his penis was on the
well-endowed size.  She wondered what it'd look like erect. 

Matt stepped into the hot bathwater and sighed.  He could feel his
muscles loosen as he sat back against the tub.  He closed his eyes,
feeling himself relax because he knew life wasn't all that bad.
Thinking back on it, he wasn't really sad to see his relationship with
Carmen end.  Something had always been missing.  She was a good fuck,
but that's as far as it went. 

"Can I ask you a question, Emily?"  He watched as she messed with her
hair.  She was purposely not looking at him. 

"Sure." 

"How come you never date?" 

"I don't have time for that." 

"Bullshit. We work the same shifts, the same days.  You have as much
free time as I do."  She sighed as she turned to face him. 

"I don't want to." 

"Well, why not?" 

"Because, I just don't...I don't know.  There's no one I want to be
with. I haven't met anyone that...sparks my interest! Turns me on!
Nothing! I don't feel anything!"  She plopped down onto the toilet, her
shoulders slumped.  She looked so much like a pouting child that he
laughed, and the look she shot him told him she didn't see the humor in
it. 

"You've gotta feel something. When's the last time you had sex?"  She
sat there looking at him like she was going to die.  They sat there for
what felt like forever before it dawned on him. 

"You mean to tell me that you haven't had sex since you left Rick?!" She
groaned with embarrassment as she covered her face with her hands. 

"Jesus! Eight years? Eight years, and you haven't had sex? " 

"Nooooo." 

"Do you masturbate?" 

"Matt!" 

"Well...if you haven't had sex, then you've had to have done something
to...you know, bring yourself pleasure. Well?  Do you?" 

"Yes! I masturbate! I fuck myself! I get myself off! Do you want me to
die of embarrassment?" 

"No, but at least you do that much.  Don't you miss it? To be touched
and kissed. To have a man inside you?" 

"You have no idea.  Do you feel better?"  She stood up and moved a few
steps to sit on the lip of the tub. 

"I do. Thank you. Hey?"  His face broke out in a grin. She smiled back. 

"What?"  She was smiling down at him, waiting for him to answer, when
his arm suddenly snaked around her waist and pulled her into the tub.
Water splashed up the walls and over onto the floor.  Emily's squeals
of surprise echoed off the bathroom walls as Matt laughed heartily. 

"You...Asshole! Why did you do that?!" 

"Aha ha...'cause it made me feel better. Come on, my girlfriend just
told me she cheated on me." 

"That is not fair. I don't pull that card on you.  Shit, now I'm gonna
have to change." 

"I don't know, I think you look pretty good wet." 

"Nasty. I probably look like a drowned rat." 

"I think I can see that."  Emily brought her elbow back against his
stomach as he laughed at her.  Placing her hands on the edges of the
tub, Emily tried to push herself up only to slip and fall back into the
water.  Bringing her head out of the water, Emily gasped as she sat up,
turning her body around to face Matt. 

"Don't even think about laughing."  She sat there ringing the water out
of her hair, aware that Matt was watching her. 

"What are you looking at?"  She looked up at him, waiting for him to
answer. 

"You."  His eyes moved down her body and she looked down to see what he
was looking at.  She remembered for the first time that she was wearing
a white shirt...a white shirt with no bra.  Her shirt was plastered to
her breasts, her tight nipples pushing at the cool fabric.  The shirt
clung to her stomach and had bunch up around her hips during her
struggle to stay above water.  She could feel her face and neck
becoming pink with embarrassment.  No one had seen her this close to
naked in the past ten years aside from her.  She folded her arms over
her breasts and looked back up at Matt. 

"Sorry." She gave a nervous giggle. "I forgot I was wearing white." 

"I don't think you have anything to apologize about. I was enjoying the
view."  Emily blushed again. 

"Don't be silly." 

"Oh, I'm not."  He reached out for her wrists, grabbing them and pulling
them apart.  He looked at her body through the sheer fabric of her
shirt, feeling his body stir.  Keeping her hands held out, he leaned
forward, running the tip of his tongue lightly across her nipple.
Emily jumped at the long forgotten sensation and jerked back. 

"What's wrong?" 

"I, uh, forgot how that felt. It surprised me.  Matt, I don't think this
is a good idea." 

"I think it is."  Matt pulled at her wrists, making her scoot closer.
When she was close enough, he grabbed her ass and pulled her onto his
lap, her full toned legs straddling his hips. She gasped as her breasts
pressed against his chest, her stomach flush against his.  Their
breathing became faster as Emily placed her forehead against his.  She
closed her eyes as ten years of want and need raged through her body.
His hands slipped under the fabric of her panties, grabbing her cheeks
as he pulled her down onto his thrust. 

"Maatt! Please, stop...stop."  He nudged her head aside, exposing her
neck as he began to make soft kisses around her ear, sucking the lobe
into his mouth.  Emily's hands fisted against his chest, trapped
between their bodies.  His mouth traveled up to her jaw, kissing along
it until he found her lips.  He took hers in a searing kiss, her lips
opening to his invasion. 

Emily put all she had into the kiss.  She was in a frenzied, passionate
state as she pressed her body against Matt's, yearning to be closer to
him.  His fingers were buried in her wet hair, his grip saying that he
wasn't going to let her go.  Their kiss was deep and teasing, each
taking turns nipping and sucking each other's lips.  The water started
to slosh as Emily ground herself against him, imitating what she wished
to do to him. 

Matt pulled back, pushing her away as he stood, scooping her up before
stepping over the tub onto the floor.  He took her mouth again as he
walked into the hallway, pressing her hard against the wall.  Emily
wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet pushing him into her as she
thrust her pelvis forward.  Matt groaned as he tore from the kiss. 

"Shit, girl, you're killing me."  She ground against him and giggled. 

"In a good way, I hope."  She leaned forward, running her tongue along
his neck. She felt him tense against her as she flicked her tongue
against his hear, biting his lobe softly.  His hands gripped her
panties, his fingers wrapping around the fragile fabric.  Emily ran her
tongue along the edge of his ear... 

"Rip ‘em off."  She could feel the fabric cutting into her skin as he
tugged fast and hard, the fabric ripping apart.   She thrust her hips
forward, eager to feel him against her and gasped as his dick slid
against the slick folds of her pussy.  His hands raised her shirt,
taking her breasts in his hands as his mouth covered her nipple.  Her
back arched against the wall, her hands burying in his hair.  She
begged him to suck harder, grinding against him. 

"I need you to fuck me, Matt, please."  He wanted to slow it down, to
make love to her, but she was making it so hard to do.  He moved his
hands to her thighs, moving away from the wall and turning towards her
bedroom.  They're lips met again in a frenzied kiss as Matt's foot
swung out and kicked the door wider as he moved to her bed.  His hands
came to her waist and he pulled her from him, throwing her on to the
bed.  He watched her lying there, waiting for him with her legs
slightly apart, her hands resting beside her head. 

He placed his knee on the bed between her legs, spreading them further
apart.  His hands took hold of hers, raising them above her head as his
head dipped to take her mouth again.  She moaned into his mouth, her
legs spreading wider as she ground herself against him.  Matt tore his
mouth from hers, kissing down her nick to her shoulder.  He gave her
love bites, sucking her skin into his mouth.  Her cries and moans egged
him on, and he ground his hips into her pelvis. 

"Matt! Please!" She pushed up against him in an impatient manner. "Fuck
me..please...I need this so bad." Matt moved his dick to her opening
and forced himself in with a fast, hard thrust.  She was so tight he
almost came. 

"OOOOOOOH FUUUUUCK!" Emily's back arched as he filled her, her nails
digging into the flesh of his hands.  He pulled out, thrusting back in
over and over.  His breath was hot against her neck as one of his hands
grabbed a hold of her thigh, lifting it high on his waist.  She felt so
deliciously full as he fuck her hard and fast, her breasts bouncing
with every thrust. 

Her muscles squeezed around his cock, his choked moan echoing in her
ear.  She pushed her hips forward, meeting his thrusts.  The room grew
hot, their bodies slick with sweat.  Emily's cries filled the room,
each one pushing Matt closer and closer to exploding. 

"I wanna hear you cum for me, Emily.  Cum, baby."  She moaned in
response, his thrusts becoming almost brutal, and she could feel her
cum bubbling up.  His hand loosed on her hands, and she moved them to
his ass, squeezing him, pulling him closer. 

"Faster, Matt...I...I think I'm gonna cum. " The chuckle that was his
response made her look up at him. 

"Forgot what...it...felt like...didn't you?"  She smiled quickly, but
couldn't hold it as he rammed into her again. 

"Stop being..an asshole, and make me cum."  His hand moved up her thigh,
the palm of his hand sliding against her clit.  He rub quick circles
around her, enjoying the look that crossed her face, aware that she had
stopped breathing.  Her breathes were short and hard as he pounded into
her.  Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth biting at her bottom lip.
He could feel her thighs quaking with the need to cum.  Her breathing
became faster, she moaned louder and more urgent...and finally she
broke.  He felt her cum, her pussy clenching around him like a vice,
her scream filling the room.  He thrust into her again and again,
urging her orgasm on until he could no longer hold his own.  He came
hard, gushing his cum into her pussy, jerking as she used her muscles
to milk him dry. They lay there, still connected as they both lowered
themselves down to earth.  Matt raised himself up on his arms to look
down at her.  She glowed. 

"Fuck, but I was missing out." 

"Yes, yes you were.  Don't worry little girl, we'll get you caught up in
no time." 

(Round two? I'll leave it to ya'll to decide.  Thanks for reading. Much
love and Merry Christmas.)

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