The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World Read Free

from every direction. “Just a
cider, Sam Adams, Bud Light, apple martini.” I quickly scrounged in
my purse, found a pen, and wrote the orders down on my
hand.
     
    “What are you having, Tex?”
Megan asked.
     
    “I’m not sure actually. I’ve
only ever had beer,” I replied.
     
    Excited sounds erupted from
our crowd at this and Megan said, “Well, in that case, you need to
start with a Long Island Iced Tea. It’s the drink of NYC and it’s
only right your inaugural real drink be that. Plus, Robbie’s paying.” She giggled
in Robbie’s direction as she said this. He acknowledged her with a
smile and went back to craning around searching for a waitress. Two
waitresses worked furiously to tend to the large and loud group in
the back. Exasperated, Robbie turned back to the table.
     
    “They won’t make it over
here. I’m going to the bar. Bring your hand Emma,” Robbie said,
motioning for her to follow him. As we walked towards the bar, the
younger bartender stared at me with a pleased smile and waited to
serve us.
     
    “So what can I get for you,
lass?” I couldn’t believe he was really Irish! Both he and Robbie
noticed my wide eyes and laughed.
     
    “Read your hand, Tex,” said
Robbie.
     
    I read the drinks off of my
hand and the bartender moved swiftly to get them. His movements
were smooth and fast. I noticed his fingers were very strong as he
held three bottles in one hand. He flashed a quick smile as he set
them down. Robbie picked them up and headed back to the table. The
bartender leaned toward me after he’d gone.
     
    “What’s your name,
sweetheart?”
     
    His accent was thick and I
felt giddy every time I heard it. His eyes were a stunning clear
blue and he was smiling at me with a mischievous look on his face.
He had long black eyelashes and a five o’clock shadow. I felt heat
gathering between my legs. At that moment, I had the uncontrollable
urge to touch him. On impulse, I reached out and put my hand up to
his cheek. I felt the warmth of his skin along with the roughness
of his stubble. I suddenly became aware of what I had done and drew
my hand away quickly while turning beet red.
     
    With a pleased smile on his
face he said, “You can call me Alec. And yes, I am from Ireland. Do
you have a name or are you going to make me guess?” He reached over
and touched my hand. I jumped and flushed once again. We locked
eyes and both laughed at my nervous reaction.
     
    “Emma. I’m Emma. I just
moved here.”
     
    “Well, Emma, I, for one, am
glad such a beautiful lass as you decided to join us here in this
fine city. It’s nice to meet you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m
going to finish up your drinks,” he said.
     
    “Oh, oh, of course.
Sorry.”
     
    “No need to be sorry,
sweetheart. I’ve always got time for a beautiful girl,” he said
with a wink.
    Robbie came up to the bar as
Alec turned around to make the drinks.
     
    “Now Emma, we can all see
you have a huge crush on the bartender, but you’re slowing down the
flow of alcohol. Not acceptable behavior from a new freshman rep,”
Robbie said.
     
    “I do not have a crush! I
don’t even know him,” I exclaimed.
     
    “Knowledge of character is
not necessary to stir the powerful hormones that we, as the young
people of this world, are full of. To deny their power is to deny
yourself, Emma. This is college. Have some fun.”
     
    Alec came up with our two
drinks and Robbie left him his credit card.
     
    “See ya later, sweetheart,”
Alec said as he turned with Robbie’s card and walked toward the
register. I noticed the delicious ‘V’ shape of his build he walked
away. Hormones, it’s only natural for me to feel this way. Go with
it. Enjoy college. Okay. I can do this. Robbie and I grabbed our
drinks and headed back to the table (reluctantly on my
part).
     
    “It’s an amazing course. It
forces you to think about everything in a whole new light,” Megan
said.
     
    “You just like it because
the