Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(81)

“I need your help, Emma…” She suspiciously raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say a word, waiting for me to finish my sentence. I take a deep breath and announce, “I’m gonna do it for my birthday.”

“What? Really? With who?”

I smile seeing Emma so worried, her mouth and eyes wide open like she’s just seen a ghost.

“Well…” I clear my throat. “You know who…” I smile at her, my cheeks flushing, and she reads the answer in my gaze.

“Oh my God,” shouts Emma, figuring out. “Finally, my babygirl will become a woman.” She takes a puff on her cigarette. “And you didn’t pick just any fella…” She laughs even harder. “You’ve chose the most wanted playboy in Manhattan.” And she continues guffawing. “Oh gosh, this is too funny. For sure, he must be a great teacher.”

“Pfff. Stop it, Emma.” I giggle while pinching her. “I need your help, really. I’m feeling so anxious; I have no idea what to do. I read a lot about it online, I even watched some videos, but it seems way too technical…”

“Relax, babygirl. Why on earth do you even care? This is not an exam. Or some business plan to pitch. He’s not gonna approve anything. Just enjoy.”

“I know… But I don’t want to disappoint him. We’ll spend a whole week together. I don’t want him to get bored of me…”

“Look, you won’t disappoint anyone, alright? Don’t feel shy, timid, or even guilty about anything you will do. I know you grew up with a super-strict father, but you have to remove any doubt from your mind. Take it as an amazing experience.” I nod, thoughtful. “And you can’t be that naive, right? You’ve already done some stuff, no?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know… Have you ever touched a dick? With your hands or mouth?”

“No…” I mumble, looking down.

“Oh gosh. Not even that? Okay…” Emma ponders further. “You’ve at least seen one, right?” I shake my head. “Wow. Well, let’s get back to the basics. Have you ever tried to cum on your own with your fingers?”

Oh yes, I’ve been thinking about him so many times. I nod. “But just outside.”

Emma smiles, suppressing a laugh. Not sure if it’s because she expected a yes or a no. “Okay, look, the most important thing is to stay curious. Don’t put limits on your own desires. Explore him, you, and you’ll be just fine. Let all your senses get involved. Let him know what you want, and don’t keep things to yourself. If you want to be touched somewhere, tell him; if you want to try something new, let him know. Just enjoy, babygirl!” I smile. Emma has always known how to be reassuring. “And remember, he’s most likely done everything, so I doubt any of your requests will shock him,” she says, before taking another puff on her cigarette.

“I see…” I nod pensively. “Emma, may I ask you something?”

“Sure…”

“How was your first time? You never told me.”

“Well, you never asked me either.” She pauses, trying to put it in the best words possible. “It was alright. I was drunk and horny as fuck, so I don’t remember much. It was against a wall at a party. He didn’t know I’d never done it before. I’ve always looked so mature and confident. It all happened very fast.”

“So you didn’t enjoy it?”

“I was totally wasted. I didn’t even notice it was happening.” She chuckles. “Just after he was inside, I realized…” I feel so sad for her, and lay my hand on hers. “It’s alright, don’t worry, babygirl. I was fifteen or so… Long time ago.” I admire her strength. Emma has always been so strong and confident in any situation, even in her most vulnerable ones. “Anyway, we’re here to talk about your first time, not mine. I’m super happy for you. Remember, stay curious. And you will both love it.”





Chapter 20





Hudson Valley, December 1, 2019

Emma Hasenfratz





It’s snowing over the entire state of New York. I wake up this morning missing Bali and the tropical weather. I don’t like the cold. I miss my mornings by my private pool with the spectacular views to the jungle and rice fields, taking a bike and riding up to my favorite coffee shop, where I’d meet with nomadic young entrepreneurs from all over the world. It was absolute freedom in every sense. I got a sleeve tattoo entirely covering my right arm to my wrist, but since it’s been so cold here, my parents haven’t seen it. Fortunately! They’d probably cut my monthly allowance in half if they’d found out.

But I’m not in New York because of them, or because I’m missing home. No. I’m in New York because I’m missing terribly the only person I’ve ever cared for and loved—Petra. But Petra loves someone else. A man. A terrible one. A playboy. Damn, how can she possibly be in love with him? I can’t see how Petra, a young, sexually inexperienced woman can be a long-term possibility for him. Most likely Van Dieren is having the time of his life hanging out with such a young and innocent lady. My heart pounds hard, picturing both of them. What if he’s just manipulating her for the sake of taking her virginity? What if she’s his new favorite game, his new fantasy?