WARNING: Stuff mentioned in this chapter is mature and not suited for virgin eyes so prepare holy water and bleach.
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"Claude, come here!" Emma yelled from the living room. I was in the bedroom changing into some more comfortable clothes. "I'll be there in a minute," I told her as I put my shirt on. "Claude, get your ass in here." She yelled, even louder than before. I put on some random pair of sweatpants, then I made my way to the living room. "What is it?" I asked her as I sat down next to her on the couch.

"I found a game for us to play, it's called twenty-one questions." She tells me. "Okay, never heard of it, which means I don't know how to play so I guess we can't play it," I tell her as I grabbed the tv remote and I went onto Netflix, that was til Emma grabbed the remote from my hand and turned off the tv. "Don't worry, I'll explain the rules to you," Emma said to me sarcastically as she took the batteries out of the remote and put them in the back pocket of her jeans. "Ugh, fine. Since I have no choice I'll play your little game." I say.

"Okay, so basically I ask you some questions and you answer them, and you gotta be honest. And you have to answer twenty-one questions, hints the title. So I found a list of questions to ask you." She said as she pulls out her phone. "Go ahead, ask away," I tell her.

"Question one, have you ever walked in on someone having sex?" She askes me. "I have walked in on someone having sex, it was Michael and this one girl he dated, I think her name was Jenny. It was hilarious, he was fucking her and I opened the door to ask him if he wants me to bring him some food back when I came back from the store, but here's the thing, when I walked into the room to ask him, he took the lamp off the nightstand and he threw it at door, almost hitting me and he told me to 'fuck off'. But the funny part was that the lamp, was my lamp, cause he was having sex in the guest bedroom down the hall, and that lamp was worth over fifty dollars. So I had him pay me fifty bucks and buy me dinner each day, for a week." I told her as we both laughed.

"Moving on, question two. When did you have your first kiss?" She asked me. "I had my first kiss when I was about fifteen or sixteen with my second girlfriend, June," I answer.

"Question three, has anyone called you a good kisser?" Emma asked me. "Yes, and you aren't the only that has. In some of my past relationships, I was called a good kisser." I tell her. "And you are a good kisser, that's just fact." She says to me as she kisses me quick.

"Question four, what's your favorite thing about the first date?" She asks. "My favorite thing about a first date is probably when the person you're on a date says that they go on another date," I say.

"Okay, question five. Have you ever done something while being drunk that you have regretted?" She askes. "Not really, except for probably one thing. One time I did drunk text an old ex of mine, who was a total bitch." I responded. "That does seem like something you would do." She said as I playfully kicked her leg.

"Question six, how old were you when you lost your virginity?" She questioned. "I think I was sixteen when I lost my virginity," I respond.

"Question seven, what's your biggest sexual fantasy?" She asks me. "Oh, uh, my biggest sexual fantasy would probably be to be dominated by someone. This is because I'm used to being the dominant one and I wouldn't mind trying being submissive." I answer. "Now I have an idea for a future date night." She says.

"Question eight, what is the kinkiest thing you've ever done?" She asked. "The kinkiest thing I have ever done was probably the one time we were having sex and I had you wear a blindfold," I responded. "I can agree with that answer," Emma says.

"Question nine, how often do you like to have sex?" She questioned. "Honestly, the amount of sex we have is the perfect amount, cause it's not too often but I'm not having to wait forever," I answer honestly.

"Question ten, what's your favorite sex position?" She asks. "Why even bother to ask when you know?" I ask her. "Just answer the question." She says. "Fine, cowgirl," I answered.

"Question eleven, what do you find the most attractive about me physical?" She asks. "Probably your thighs to be quite honest," I respond.

"Question twelve, have you ever cheated on someone?" She questions. "I can gladly say no, that I have not cheated on someone," I answer honestly.

"Question thirteen, what do you think is your most attractive physical quality?" She asks? "I like to think it's my beard," I say as she chuckles. "Do you not like my beard?" I ask her. "It's alright." She answers. "That hurt my feelings," I said, imitating a child.

"Question fourteen, what is the greatest amount of times you had sex in one day?" She asks. "The greatest number of times of sex I had in one day is about three times," I say.

"Question fifteen, what is one of your turn-ons?" She asked. "One of my turns on would be when you wear my clothes, especially after we have sex and you put my shirt and boxers on like that shit is sexy as hell," I reply.

"Question sixteen, where is one place you would never have sex at?" Emma questioned. "Never in a public restroom, we would be caught too easily," I said.

"Question seventeen, if I offered to give you a lap dance, would you take that offer?" She questioned. "Most definitely," I say.

"Question eighteen, do you like it when I tease you?" She asks. "It may be torture sometimes, but I do enjoy it," I say to her.

"Question nineteen, what turns you on the most during sex?" She asks. "It would be hearing you moan," I answer.

"Question twenty, would you fuck me right now?" Emma questioned. "Yes, I would," I say.

"Question twenty-one, do you love me?" She asks me. "Of course I do, I fucking love you," I tell her. "I love you too." She said as she kissed me. "I love you baby girl, I really do," I say as I kiss her once more, which did turn into an intense make-out session.

As my hands were on her waist, I slid my hands into the back pockets of her jeans, and I pulled the remote batteries out of one of the pockets.

"Yes! I got the remote batteries." I say, only to get them taken out of my hands again. Emma then took the batteries and threw them to another side of the living room. "Why would you do that?" I ask her.

"Well, imagine the scenario; you're making out with your boyfriend, and his hands are trailing down to your ass, and you then you start to feel horny. Turns out, all your boyfriend was trying to do was get the batteries for the remote. Would you or would you not throw the damn batteries?" She askes me. "No, I wouldn't." I plainly say. "Fuck you." She said. "You would," I say in response. Emma started to kiss me harshly.

"Y'know, I think I like this side of you more," I say to her. "Less talking, more fucking." She says sternly. " "yes ma'am," I said as I went back to kissing her.