Redemption of a Puck Slut: Part II

September 2, 2014

Dear Diary,

That lost page from my diary has been on my mind since we returned to Pittsburgh. Whenever Sid was out of the house I would frantically search for it.

Last night a horrible thought crept into my head and I can’t stop thinking about it.

What if Sid found the missing diary page?

That motivated me to go up into the attic and find my notebooks from grad school last year. I don’t like the attic very much, but it was worth it for this.

Unfortunately, I have not had any success yet, because I have gotten distracted by my notes. I never realized how little I paid attention in class. The number of doodles drawn in the margins of my notebooks is astonishing.

My other main distraction (besides the twins) is Pancake. I convinced Sid to let her live with us because she isn’t doing very well : (

She has to take medicine every morning and night, which she hates. I feel so bad having to shove pills down her throat, but she needs them.

Speaking of which, it is time for her night pills.

Yay. Wish me luck.

Sincerely,

Emme

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**Nearly two weeks later, Emme is still desperately searching for the lost page. After giving up for the fourth time, she turns to Jane Austen for help. She pulls her old and tattered copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ out of the book shelf, and a piece of folded up paper falls out of it. She picks it up and unfolds it with shaking hands. Could this be the missing page? Had she stupidly torn a page out of her diary because she needed a bookmark?

As she started to unfold the last crease, she saw the familiar ‘Dear Diary’ at the top left hand corner and knew this was it. Emme collapsed on the floor and started to read it, tears brimming in her eyes.

She screamed, not caring that the twins would wake up, and began bawling on the floor.
She texted Brandon, the only person who could help her, and packed a bag, strapped the twins into their car seats, and headed off on the first of what would probably be many drives across Pennsylvania to Philadelphia. **

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~October 10, 2013~

Dear Diary,

Before the Pens left for Florida I did some grocery shopping for the “beach party” Caeleigh and I are having tomorrow.

You’ll never guess who I ran into at the store. It was kind of funny because I’d just been talking to Brandon about him.

As I was picking out pineapples for our pina coladas, I noticed a familiar set of blue eyes staring at me.

“Olli Maatta, shouldn’t you be getting ready for your first road trip with the Penguins?” I asked, putting down the pineapple.

“Yeah, I just need to get a few things,” he replied.

I glanced in his cart, he had a bunch of sunscreen, and nothing else.

“ Are you worried you’ll get a sun burn?” I teased him, and he smiled.

“The team made me get it, it’s a rookie initiation kind of thing,” he said and shrugged.

“Just remember to put it on every few hours, and don’t forget your ears,” I realized I sounded like his mother, so I changed the subject. “I’m going to the liquor store after this, need any alcohol?” (I figured I’d ask since he’s only 19).

“No thanks,” he laughed. “I think I would get in trouble if I got caught with that.”

“Okay, but if you change your mind let me know,” I replied and walked back over to the pineapples.

After getting some coconut rum for our pina coladas, I went home and thought maybe I would try making one, just to practice. I’d gotten extra pineapple and coconut milk in case I messed up.

(I was listening to that song, ‘if you like pina coladas, and getting caught in the rain’ on repeat, because it was also raining)

The first one I made I added way to much rum too, and the second one was better, but still too much rum, which I might have added because I was feeling the effects of the first one. (Maybe I should have used a recipe?)

I was almost done drinking the second one when I heard the doorbell.

As I walked to the door I realized how tipsy I was and hoped it there was no one important at the door (like Mario).

But to my surprise, there was a very wet Geno standing at the door.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“Yes, don’t you have a raincoat or umbrella?” I asked.

“I forgot. Is Sid here?” He asked, looking hopeful.

“No, he’s at practice, shouldn’t you be there too?” I asked.

“It’s optional,” he shrugged.

“What did you need?” I asked, and noticed he was dripping all over the floor. “You are getting the floor all wet, do you want a towel or something?”

“What?” he looked down at his rain soaked clothes, “I’m sorry, I walked here.”

“Why did you walk here?” I laughed, and left to find him some towels. When I came back he had taken off his shoes, pants, socks, jacket, and shirt, and stood in Sid’s entry way in just his boxers.

I was a little shocked, but I handed him a towel. “Would you like me to put those in the dryer for you?” I asked, looking up at his puppy dog eyes. (I was starting to see why Caeleigh liked him so much.)

He wrapped a towel around his waist and I started to pick up his clothes with my back to him. When I stood up he handed me his boxers, which he must have taken off somehow without me noticing, and with a smile said “these need dry too.”

“How did all of your clothes get wet?” I asked.

“A puddle, someone splashed me,” he replied and started to dry off his hair.

“Okay, I’m going to put these in a dryer, I’ll be right back,” I started to walk away and turned back to him, “There are pina coladas in the kitchen if you want.”

When I came back he was in the kitchen drinking a pina colada from the first batch I’d made. (And he was wearing nothing but a towel).

“These need more rum,” he said as he added some more.

“More rum? I thought it had too much rum,” I replied, remembering the effects it’d had on me.

“No, definitely more,” he smiled and continued to pour the coconut rum into the pitcher.

He poured himself a glass, and then refilled my glass before I could tell him I was probably all set on my rum intake for the day.

I tried a sip and it burned my mouth and throat, when I reached for a glass of water Geno laughed.

“Too much rum?” He asked and sipped his without a problem. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Why did you want to see Sid?” I asked after attempting to drink more.

“It’s nothing really, I wanted to talk to him,” he shrugged.

“And why did you des-decide to walk?” I was starting to slur my words a bit.

“It wasn’t rain when I left, and Sid live not far from me,” he shrugged. I couldn’t remember where Geno lived, but I knew it was somewhere near Sid.

“I’d offer to give you a ride back, but….” I let my drunken swaying finish the sentence for me.

He laughed, “That’s fine, I borrow Sid’s car, he not mind.”

I smiled at his broken English and laughed, it was really cute actually.

I tried to sit on the stool next to him at the counter, but I missed it and started to fall. He reached out to grab me, but as I reached for his hand I missed, and grabbed the towel around his waist, pulling it off. As the towel fell to the ground, neither he nor I tried to stop it.

“Oops,” he said with a hint of a smirk as I sat on the floor where I’d fallen in front of him.

It was weird; it was like I couldn’t not stare at it. It’s not like I’ve never seen penis before, but I was sitting on the floor in front of him, just inches away from it. I slowly stared up at him, and neither of us did anything to try to cover it up or move.

Without thinking I stood up and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He didn’t resist, so I climbed onto his lap and wrapped my legs around his waist and continued to make out with him. He reached his arms around me slid his hands up my shirt to unhook my bra, and then slid them lower, and lower. He picked me up and moved me to the counter without breaking our kiss. He pulled away to unbutton my shorts and took them, and my thong, off in one smooth motion. I clumsily took of my shirt and he helped take my bra off. I could tell he had done this before. Maybe not in Sid’s kitchen, but undressing a girl was something Geno was pretty experienced with.

He slowly pushed me down on the cold granite counter and pulled me toward him. Hadn’t I just told Brandon a few weeks ago that I wasn’t adventurous enough for kitchen sex? That thought only lasted a second because it was interrupted by Geno moving my legs so they were up around his shoulders. I’d never done anything like this, so I just let him do what he wanted; he was obviously more skilled at kitchen sex (and probably sex in general) than I was.

And by ‘obviously more skilled’ I mean it was mind numbingly good. It’s like Sid’s kitchen counters were at the perfect height for Geno (which means they probably are too high for Sid and I to try this, that’s disappointing). Oddly, the thought that we were in Sid’s kitchen did not bother me, it somehow made it hotter. (There’s something wrong with me, right?)

He carried me to the shower after, and I thought we were just going to get cleaned up, but nope. It was time for round two. (Hadn’t I also told Brandon that I was too short for shower sex?) Geno had me stand on the edge of the tub, so that fixed that problem. (Second time was just as good as the first, though I was getting a little sore.)

And then we took a shower.

The shower helped me sober up a bit, and I realized how horrible it would look if Sid came home and found us. Like, if he’d found us in the kitchen, on his counters, only a few days after he asked me out.

I quickly retrieved Geno’s clothes from the dryer before he could try to have sex with me anywhere else in Sid’s house. As much as I was enjoying it, I felt wicked guilty about doing this with Caeleigh’s crush in Sid’s house.

Geno borrowed Sid’s car and caught their flight to Florida on time.

Now I am alone, drinking the rest of the pina coladas.

Wow, so much rum, I might not remember all of this tomorrow. However, something tells me Geno will be perfectly fine; he probably started drinking vodka as a toddler. (That is such a cute image, now that I think about it, baby Geno doing shots).

(Actually, never mind that’s kind of sad. Babies don’t drink alcohol.)

(Maybe I should just go to bed).

-Emme

P.S.: I hope I do forget about it, because I have to see Caeleigh tomorrow. Uh oh. I completely forgot about her : (

P.P.S.: I still have no idea why he came over in the first place.

Notes

So, Emme runs off to Brandon's because she finds out Teddy's father is probably her best friend's boyfriend. What's she going to do now?

I was going to wait another day to post this chapter after finishing it, but I didn't because I'm nice. I hope you like the way it turned out, I had to do some research into the earlier chapters to figure out who would have worked best or when it could have happened.

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