The first three months we managed to get together every other weekend, but then just as we were getting ready to spend the two weeks of Christmas Break together, I got a phone call from Amy telling me she wouldn’t be able to meet me that weekend or over Christmas Break. Between exams and her grandmother getting sick and wanting to see her, she wouldn’t be coming home.
Of course I was supportive and told her it was fine, even though I was disappointed as I had plans for us over the long Christmas Break. But we had time for all that, so I told her she had to go see her grandmother – she was pretty old and if she was asking for Amy, I knew it was serious and Amy needed to go see her.
It turns out sadly, that I was right. Her grandmother passed away shortly after Amy got there and Amy called me with the bad news. I really wanted to be by her side, but the distance was too far to drive and there was no way I could afford to fly there. I spent several hours on the phone with Amy consoling her and talking to her, though, and did my best to make her feel better.
That was the start of the trouble, and after that we just seemed to drift further and further apart. Amy was close to her grandmother and took her passing hard. Then she had to worry about her new semester classes and other things seemed to get in the way. The next thing I knew, we were having “the” conversation.
The first few weeks hit me hard – realizing that I was without not just sex, but the person that had been a best friend to me as well. I threw myself into my work and tried not to think about her too much. I would bump into her parents from time to time and they kept me informed as to how she was doing. I had an occasional date once in awhile during that time, but nothing serious and there was never any sex involved – I just didn’t have my heart in it. Although we were broke up and it would have been fine, I still felt like I would be cheating on Amy.
Somehow I made it through, and soon spring came to our area. In the back of my mind I knew that school would be letting out and Amy would be coming home. Part of me was anxious to see her again but part of me was scared to as well. What if she had found someone else? What if our breakup kept going even with her home – I mean she would be going back to school in the fall and we’d be right back where we were now. Would she even want to see me and spend summer together… just to leave again in the fall?
It was a Monday morning when Amy was due to arrive back home. The previous Friday was the last day of class, but the school had let everyone have the weekend to pack and clean up their dorm rooms. Amy’s folks had invited me to come along to meet her bus, an invitation I accepted with a bit of trepidation. I wasn’t sure how my presence at the bus stop would be taken by Amy; we hadn’t talked since Valentine’s Day when I called her.
I stood back in the parking lot of the bus station while Amy’s folks went in to meet the bus. I figured I would give them a few minutes of alone time. I saw the bus pull up from my truck and waited beside it until I saw the three of them come out. When she saw me standing there next to my truck, she ran up to me, hugged me and kissed me, and told me she was really happy that I had come to pick her up. I have to admit the remark caught me a bit off-guard, considering up to that point I was wondering if coming along was such a smart move. But Amy’s mom insisted… she seemed to know more about her daughter’s many moods than I did, and when she saw she was right, she beamed!
Amy’s mom asked Amy if she wanted to ride home with her and Dad or with me. Amy said she wanted to ride with me… that she needed to talk to me. Now I was really nervous! She took my arm and we walked to my truck. Amy’s dad had volunteered to take her bags with him so we could have some time to ourselves. We walked to my truck arm in arm and I opened her door and seated her, even helping her buckle her seat belt. Then I walked around and got in the driver’s seat. As we pulled out of the bus stop parking lot, Amy suggested we go to the miniature golf course. The miniature golf course is where we had our very first date – a fact that was not lost on me.
“Miniature golf? Are you sure?” I asked her, just for clarification.
“Yes, you DO remember how to play don’t you?” she said, playfully challenging me.
“Yeah, I can still whoop your butt!” I said, grinning.
“You talk the talk… do you walk the walk?” she said, smiling broadly.
So, with the gauntlet thrown down, we headed into town for a quick lunch and then a game of mini golf. I had tried to teach her to play the real thing before, but she was much better just using a putter.
About halfway through the game she started to miss easy shots and asked me to show her how to improve. This was a bit odd, because Amy fancied herself the Arnold Palmer of our local mini golf course. And she was pretty good – there was no reason why she was missing these easy shots. Even if she hadn’t picked up a club since she left for college, she should be making these easily. But I stepped in front of her to try and describe what she needed to do. She looked at me funny and told me to get behind her and reach around to show her because it gave her a better idea of what I meant. At this time a voice in my head went “You idiot – she is flirting with you!” Duh! My cock instantly got hard in my pants at that thought… it had been almost 5 months since we had last had sex and while I’d had a handful of dates, I had not slept with any other girls.
Amy must have felt it when I moved behind her, but instead of flinching away, she “innocently” pushed her gorgeous ass slightly back into me and then, when she felt my rock-hard cock bulge, she pulled forward in pretend shock, acting all shy and mortified. Amy did love to tease me discreetly when she knew I was horny. I helped her swing the putter back and forward a few times, then moved away and we continued our game. After we finished and I added the scores up, the gloating began – she had beaten me by a shot. I already knew this, however, as I had deliberately messed up on the last hole to let her win, one of those little things that I did to make her feel good. As we walked back to the car, she put her arm around me. There were no words exchanged but it was nice to feel her next to me again.
“So do you want to get home or do you want to go someplace?” she said, as I got in the truck.
“I don’t need to rush home. Why, do you want to go someplace in particular?” I asked.
“Can we go down to the lake? I love watching the sun set on the water there,” she said. So I put the truck in gear and we made our way to the lake. I knew just where she was talking about, there’s a small spit of land that sticks out into the lake and you get a nice view of the water from there. I pulled the truck in and parked, then Amy slid across the bench seat of my old Ford.
Taking my arm and putting it around her neck, she snuggled closer to me. “I’ve missed you, David. I’ve thought about you a lot since I’ve been away,” she said.
“I’ve missed you too, Amy. Your mom kept me updated on how you were doing after we broke up,” I said.
“Yeah… about that…” she started.
I felt my heart stop at that moment. What she was about to tell me would either brighten my world or end it.
“I’m not sure I want to hear this, but I have to know – have there been… any others?” she asked, looking down at her lap.
I turned to her and lifted her face to look me straight in the eyes. “Amy Hendricks, there has not been anyone in my life since the day I met you. You have been the only girl I have ever been interested in, and you are still the only one I want. I did date a few times, yes, but my heart was always with you. I have not slept with anyone, nor would I want to. You are the one I want, you are the one I love.”
“Oh David!” she burst out sobbing, “Oh, I have been so stupid! I am so sorry I hurt you! Please, please can you forgive me?” she cried into her hands.
I took the girl into my arms and held her as she cried on my shoulder.
With our relationship put back on the tracks again, I pulled Amy closer and kissed her… like it was the first time I ever kissed her. Amy moaned softly as she felt me crush my lips to hers. She parted her lips, giving my tongue permission to enter and find hers. As our tongues danced, I made a meal out of her sweet kiss. She ran her fingers through my hair as my hands roamed over her body, exploring her like I had the first time we had made out. My hands remembered her every nuance and touched her in all her favorite places. We had made out many times and it had even lead to sex a few times. I had learned what made her “ooh” and what made her “ahh”. While neither of us were the other’s first time, we had learned a lot from our times together and we found that we made a pretty good pair.
We spent the next 20 or 30 minutes kissing and petting, making out like a couple high school freshmen on their first date! Finally we broke apart, and as we sat there panting for breath, she was the first one with words.
“I want you David. Take me someplace – I don’t care where!” she said, grabbing my hard bulge.
Okay now THAT hint I got! I sat up straight and started the truck. I knew just where we could go. I drove us back to my folks place. After I graduated high school, Dad had built me an apartment over the detached garage. I had my own entrance and my own key. I pulled the truck into my parking spot right next to the covered stairs to my apartment.
“You have your own place now?” she asked, gleefully.
“Yeah, Dad and Mom had it built for me as sort of a graduation present. Dad said now that I was an adult, he didn’t want me bringing my hoochies home and screwing around in his house!” I said, grinning.
“So tell me, David Randolph Reynolds, just how many hoochies have seen the inside of this apartment?” she said, feigning indignation.
“Just one so far! And I’m hoping she likes the place enough to come by a lot!” I said, playing along.
“Oh really? And who might this hoochie be?” Amy asked.
“You, you little brat!” I said, sweeping her up into my arms suddenly. Amy squealed at my suddenness and then put her arms around me. I took her into the bedroom and laid her on my bed. She scooted to the middle of the bed and watched as I began removing my shirt. Her eyes lit up and the shirt came off and I moved to my jeans. Unbuckling my belt and unfastening my jeans, I pulled them down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I looked over at Amy… her eyes were riveted on my boxers and more specifically, on the bulge in them. I saw her subconsciously lick her lips and I grinned.
“See something you like do you?” I asked.
“Mmm-hmm…” she said.
I walked closer until she could reach out and touch me. She did, lightly running her fingers over the bulge and snapping her hand began when it twitched. She giggled at her reaction, then took the bottom of my boxers and slowly pulled them down, watching as my cockhead peeked out from the waistband. She continued pulling them down, revealing more and more of my hard cock. I watched amused as her eyes got progressively larger the more of me she unwrapped.
Finally she pulled my boxers down to the point where they fell off me on their own and I stood in front of her, fully erect and completely naked. As my boxers hit the floor and I stepped out of them, Amy crawled over and knelt on the bed in front of me. She reached out and cradled my balls as she bent her head and took a tentative taste of my cock.
“Mmmm…” she moaned softly, “I had forgotten just how magnificent your cock was…” Amy ran her soft tongue up and down my steely shaft, circling the mushroom cap and poking the tip into my pee-hole. She bathed my entire cock in her saliva, making sure I was completely covered. Then she went further down and began giving my balls some much-needed attention as well.
Now it was my turn to run my fingers through her hair as her head began to bob up and down on my aching cock. Her warm, wet mouth felt incredible. Amy had always been a top notch cocksucker, and I was pleased to see she hadn’t lost her touch. Her tongue danced over the bottom side of my cock as she sucked me deep into her mouth.
Then she showed me a trick I’d never seen from her. As she held my cock in her mouth, she looked up to make sure I was watching. When she saw that she had my full attention, she pushed my eight inch cock all the way into her mouth and down her throat, stopping only when her nose pressed into my stomach and my balls rested on her chin! I was amazed! Her throat muscles squeezed and began trying to milk my cock as she held me deep inside her until she had to pull out to breathe. She came up and gasped for air, then took me back down her throat again. I had never been deep-throated, although I had seen it in some porn movies. She went down and came back up several times, and each time I was more and more amazed.
Her show had turned me on incredibly and I had to have her. I pulled away from her wonderful mouth and pulled her to her feet. Amy still wore the clothes she had rode home in; her white spaghetti strapped cami top that left her flat stomach bared and showed off her belly button piercing in front and her “tramp stamp” tattoo on the small of her back. Her dad wasn’t too upset about the belly button piercing, but he wasn’t so understanding about the tattoo! She wore her favorite tight blue jeans that accentuated her tight, firm ass and long lean legs. She looked fabulous in her clothes… but she would look even better out of them! I slid the straps of her top off her smooth silky shoulders, kissing each as the strap fell off. Then I moved to the button-front of her top and slowly, one at a time, unbuttoned her from the top down. As I got to the button just between her two beautiful mounds, I pulled the edges of her top down and away and planted a long-awaited kiss on the top of each fleshy breast. Amy moaned as she felt my hot breath on her and my soft kisses burning her tender skin. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face harder into her cleavage. I licked her soft milky flesh as far as I could reach, and she moaned again.
I continued unbuttoning her top until I reached the last button. With a quick twist, her top opened and fell to the floor behind her as Amy gasped at her sudden unveiling.
A little about Amy;
She has long blond hair that is soft and hangs down to about the middle of her back. Sometimes she puts in a ponytail, but she prefers to keep it loose. She has a cute face and although she hates her nose I wouldn’t change it. She has a classically-shaped body and although I always thought myself a big breast sort of guy, her body is perfectly proportioned with maybe a C cup, with everything else is in amazing balance.
Further down, she has a tight flat stomach, due in large part to her well-spent time at the gym and her love of jogging. A little lower is one of her best assets and one that she can’t take compliments on, no matter how true they may be – her hips, a beautiful curve that fits so well with the rest of her body and her tight little ass… a firm, round little hump that isn’t too big or too flat. She can really fill a pair of jeans or a tight dress so beautifully! Finally, her long lean legs lead to some of the sexiest feet I’ve ever seen, and I’m not one of those foot fetish types. But she can rock a pair of strappy, stiletto-heeled CFM’s! Amy isn’t one of those thin, anorexic, stick-women you see on the model runways that look like they haven’t seen a meal in months. She is just a young healthy girl with an amazing body and an even more amazing personality.
Now this goddess was standing topless before me, and I drank in the vision for a couple moments before continuing. She stood there nervously fidgeting as I scanned her delicious form…
“What’s wrong, David?” she asked, finally snapping me out of my dazed state.
“Nothing hon… I just forgot how beautiful you were,” I said. I knelt down in front of her and began unfastening her blue jeans, pulling them down over her slim hips. Under her jeans she wore a pair of skimpy, high-cut pale pink panties, the front of which had a noticeable wet spot which was growing larger every moment.
“Missed me didja?” I asked, looking up and grinning.
Amy blushed the most adorable shade of red. “Mmm-hmm…”
