Chapter 4.47, Generation 4

Chapter 4.47

A/N: This chapter contains nudity and sexual content.


Caroline was casually sitting on my bed, watching me get ready for dinner she invited me to. I took a t-shirt out of my closet, assuming we are going to our usual spot – the Italian restaurant down the street, but the look she gave me made it obvious that it’s not the right choice.

“You want to wear that?” She asked just in case I didn’t get the memo. “Come on, put on something nice. We’re celebrating tonight!”

“We are?” I raised my eyebrows and started to look through the dresses in my closet. “What are we celebrating?”

“I got into the photography school!”

“What?!” I yelled out. “And you waited until now to tell me? Caroline, that’s fantastic! It was like your number one choice!”

“I know! I still can’t believe it!”

We were jumping up and down like a couple of idiots. I was so happy for her. Caroline took on photography a while ago and fell in love with it. My mom was helping her and sometimes took her with her to weddings that she was working on.

“Did you hear back from any of your schools?” My friend asked after we calmed down.

“Not yet.” I shook my head. “Hopefully by the end of the month.”

It was a lie. I heard back from the ballet school I wanted to go to since I was a little girl. They rejected me but I didn’t tell anyone yet. First, I have to accept it myself. My other option is interior design but I didn’t get a letter from them yet. If they reject me too, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

“I’m sure you’ll get in. You’re the best ballerina I know.”

I smiled, turned back to my open closet and reached for a yellow dress. “What about this one?”

We had an amazing dinner in a fancy restaurant in downtown Hillside. I thought we are going home after but she was driving in the wrong direction.

“Where are you going?” I asked suspiciously.

“Don’t worry. I just need to stop somewhere real quick. I need to check out a venue where I’ll be taking pictures of a kid birthday party next weekend.”

She insisted I go inside with her so I agreed. I was in an absolute shock when we opened the door and I saw all my friends and family yelling ‘SURPRISE!!!

“Oh my God!” I gasped.

Now it all made sense. Caroline insisting I wear a nice dress and my parents being secretive the past two weeks or so. I was honestly surprised. Since I remember I always celebrated birthdays with my brother since his birthday comes only four days after mine. He is one year younger but my parents always threw a joint party for the both of us.

“Happy birthday, honey.” Mom came out of the crowd and hugged me. “We though we’d make this one just about you.”

“Wow, mom. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sweetie.” she smiled and turned to the crowd. “Dim the lights and bring out the cake!”

Few seconds later, my dad was bringing a mint chocolate cake, my favorite, with eighteen candles on top and everyone joined him in singing ‘Happy birthday’.

After I blew the candles and everyone had a piece of cake, the DJ started to play music and we all ended up on the dance floor.

My mom and Nora had a little too much wine and decided to sing karaoke. Their duet was absolutely horrible, but they had a lot of fun.

Caroline and I were watching the performance with the rest of the guests and, let me tell you, it was embarrassing!

After hours of dancing, eating great food and celebrating with friends and family, it was time to go home. It was an amazing party, but there was one more surprise waiting for me.

When we got home, my parents lead me to the garage. Inside, there was a gray Volkswagen Beetle with a huge red bow on the hood.

I was speechless. “What…is that…is it for me?”

Dad nodded, amused by my reaction. “It is. It’s not new but I was working on it in my shop for a few months now so it runs like new.”

“I can’t believe it. Thank you so much!”

I jumped at my dad to give him a big hug. Things were a little awkward after what happened on prom night, but he apologized and finally admitted that I’m not a child anymore and as much as he doesn’t want me to grow up, he will give me space to do my thing.

“You’re welcome.”

“Mom, you’re ok with that?” I asked, concerned. I knew it was a big deal for her, letting me drive.

“I am. You’re an adult now and, even though it terrifies me, I have to let you experience it all.”

“What about me?” Emmet asked from behind her.

“What about you?” Mom turned to him. “Are you eighteen?”

“So you’re saying when I turn eighteen I’ll get a car, too?”

“I’m not saying that.” She tried to get out of the trap she’s fallen into but it was too late.

“Sweet!” My brother heard what he needed.

“So we’ll take it for a spin tomorrow. I’ll teach you how to drive.” Dad offered.

I was beyond excited. Definitely the best birthday ever!


Jimmy insisted he walks me home from the party. We were kind of…hanging out since prom night. When we were sitting on the stairs, waiting for power to come back, he confessed he liked me and then we kissed.

I never thought about him like this but when we started talking, it turns out, we have a lot in common. We like the same music, same movies and lots of other stuff.

I didn’t tell anyone about us yet. I guess he is not the guy I would normally date so I wanted to make sure that it’s going to work between us.

“So when are we gonna tell people,” he grabbed my hands, “it was killing me being around you all night on the party and pretending we’re just friends.” Jimmy was excited to tell all our friends.

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. Let’s wait a little longer, see where this goes first.”

“Where it goes? Where do you want it to go, Caroline?”

“Right now, I want us to go upstairs to my room,” I leaned closer to him and whispered to his ear, “and I will make up to you all the times we had to pretend we are just friends. What do you say?”

“You really know how to change the subject, don’t you.”


“Hi. Reservation for Caleb Williams?”

The man behind the counter smiled and started typing on his computer. “I will need your ID and a credit card, please?”

I gave him the two cards he requested and turned to my girlfriend that was standing next to me. “You’re gonna love the room. We have a jacuzzi on our private balcony!”

I booked a hotel room for the weekend as part of Emmalee’s eighteenth birthday celebration.

“Your room is on the 36th floor. Our restaurant is right by the elevators and if you wish to order a room service, you will find the menu at your room. Enjoy your stay.” The receptionist handed me two key cards.

Just a few minutes later, we were entering our suite with a big balcony overlooking the city of Hillside.

“Oh babe.” She opened the door leading outside and stood there, looking around. “It must cost you a fortune.”

“Don’t worry about that. We are celebrating your birthday.” I followed her out on the balcony and went behind the bar. “Drink?”

“Sure.” Emmalee sat on the barstool and watched me mix a drink for us.

“I can’t believe how lucky we got with the weather.” It was only late March, but it felt like spring already.

“I know,” she agreed, “it’s awesome. We’ll have to get into the hot tub.”

I walked around the bar and handed her a Pina Colada. “We can take these with us. Cheers.”


After we finished the first drink, we changed into our bathing suits. I made another batch of Pina Colada and we hopped into the hot tub. It felt awesome and the view was unbeatable. The sun started setting down, making the sky looking very romantic.

“I feel like a celebrity.” Emmalee laughed. “Thank you for planning this. I love you.”

“I love you, too. I want you to feel like this every day of your life.”

“I’m sure I will if I have you by my side.”

“Come here.” I opened my arms, inviting her to sit closer to me.

She didn’t hesitate a single second and sat on my lap, spreading her legs around my waist. Her closeness turned me on and I knew for sure she had to feel how much. She kissed me on the lips and started to move rhythmically on my lap. We have done a lot of sexual stuff together since we started dating except for actual sex. There was never the right time or place to do so. Until now.

“Do you want to move this to the bedroom?” My girlfriend suggested after a while.

I cleared my throat and nodded vehemently. I was happy she was as eager as I was. I would never pressure her into anything she doesn’t want to do but my eighteen years old body was about to explode.

“Let me wash off the hot tub water, I’ll be right back.” Emmalee disappeared in the bathroom, giving me time to prepare the room a little bit.

I lit up a bunch of candles and placed them on the night stands to get romantic lighting, I turned on some slow music on my phone and threw rose petals on the bed.

When Emmalee walked out of the bathroom, she was wearing black underwear and a short, pink robe that she left open, exposing her beautiful body. I was very pleased that I wasn’t the only one planning a night like this.

She stood there shyly, looking so sexy I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked to her quickly and pinned her on the wall, kissing her passionately.

I took the robe off her shoulders, letting it slide on the floor. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, where I laid down on her slowly, still kissing her on her lips, neck and shoulders…

We were both breathing heavily, undressing each other from the little pieces of clothes we were wearing. When she was completely naked, I started kissing her breasts, playing with her nipples gently. Then I continued down on her stomach and then I finally reached the most sensitive spot on her body. Emmalee moaned loudly when I touched her down there with my tongue.

Few minutes later, she pulled me back up to her and whispered. “I want you inside.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. That night, we became one. We shared something I don’t want to share with anyone else but her. The connection was strong and powerful and I hope it will never change…

End of Generation 4!

A/N2: So generation four is officially over with Emmalee turning eighteen! I’m sorry if this chapter was too much for some of you. Please let me know in the comments if that’s the case and stay tuned for Generation FIVE! Yay!



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