“You know I do!” she replies. “I want you to give it to me. Feed me, Scott! I've earned it. I wanna taste you! I wanna feel your hot cum sliding down my throat!”
Her words set both my body and mind on fire. I grab ahold of Amy's hips and fuck her faster and faster. I'm watching my dick slide in and out of her pussy and it's almost mesmerizing. I keep going until I can't hold out any longer. After pulling out, I spin Amy around, quickly. She immediately wraps her lips around my cock without me having to say a word. It only takes a few thrusts before my cock erupts deep down Amy's throat.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck!!!” I moan, trying my best to keep it quiet.
She holds my cock in her mouth as my balls drain down her young throat. I'm still blown away by Amy's sexual talents. If I didn't know any better, I never would have guessed that this was her first time. As my cock is sending burst after burst of my seed down her throat, Amy looks up at me. I don't know what it is, but there's something so incredibly sexy about having a woman look up at you while your dick's in her mouth. When that woman is the eighteen-year-old from next door that you've been fantasizing about, it's even hotter.
Once I've deposited all of my cum down Amy's throat, I pull my cock out. She swallows, making a loud gulping sound. Then, she looks up at me and sticks out her tongue.
“Ahhh,” she says. “All gone! See?”
I shake my head and say, “You're too fucking much, Amy. Holy shit. Ho – ly – Shit. Everything about you is so fucking sexy. That was great.”
“So, I did good for my first time?” she asks.
“You did good even if that was your hundredth time. Seriously. That was amazing.”
“Well, thank you! And thank you for being my first. I can't even begin to tell you how much it means to me. You just made my year, Scott!”
“I'm glad everything was good for you. I know that there are a lot of women out there with horror stories about their first time. It makes me happy to know that you're not gonna be one of them.” I pause briefly, then change my tone. “I know that we already talked about this, but I just wanna be clear: We've gotten it out of our systems. Now we go on with our lives and never talk about this again.”
“It'll be our little secret forever. I'll always look back on tonight and think of it fondly, but I'll never tell another soul. I promise.”
“Good. I think that's probably for the best – for both of us.”
Amy and I hug, sitting on my bed. It's a long hug and we're both a bit sweaty. I can't help myself from taking one last whiff of her hair. Even the way she smells drives me crazy. After taking a long, deep breath, I smile as I reflect on everything that's happened tonight.
We finally pull away from each other. Just as Amy and I are about to get up off the bed, we both freeze. Our eyes meet and then we both look at the door. I heard something and, apparently, so did Amy.
“What was...” she starts asking.
“Shhh,” I interrupt, putting my finger over her lips.
Footsteps. Someone's coming up the stairs. It must be my daughter. Shit. The look on Amy's face tells me that she's come to the same conclusion.
“Hide behind the door and don't say a word,” I whisper.
Amy nods and does what I tell her to. I hop out of bed and throw on my shorts. Doing my best to compose myself, I walk to the doorway. Just as my daughter's getting to the top of the stairs, I open my bedroom door and walk out.
“Oh, hey sweetheart,” I say. “I thought you'd be asleep by now.”
“I was,” she replies. “I just got up to go to the bathroom. Have you seen Amy?”
“Uh... No. No, I haven't. Why? Was she not downstairs?”
“No, she's not. I thought that maybe she came upstairs for some reason.”
“I haven't seen her. Did you check the downstairs bathroom?”
“No, I haven't.”
“I'm sure that's where she probably is. Why don't you use the bathroom up here and then, if she's not back in the living room when you get back downstairs, go check the downstairs bathroom.”
“Yeah, you're probably right as always, dad. Sorry, I'm half asleep right now. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight sweetheart.”
I give my daughter a kiss on the forehead and she disappears into the bathroom. As soon as the bathroom door shuts, I quickly gather up Amy's clothes off the floor. I hand them to her and rush her to the door.
“Go quietly down the stairs,” I whisper. “Then go get dressed in the downstairs bathroom. Jessica's half asleep right now. She'll never know you were up here.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “Good night, Scott.”
Amy tiptoes down the stairs. I'm impressed by how quietly she's able to sneak down them. Her body looks incredible as she walks. Even more than usual, Amy’s perfect ass sways from side to side hypnotically as she's walking on her tippy toes. Her beautiful naked body disappears down the stairs and I retire to my room for the night, shutting the door behind me.
I flop down on my bed. A huge smile grows across my face as I reflect on everything that's happened. Over the course of an hour, I went from jerking off in the shower while thinking about Amy to taking her virginity in my bedroom. What a wild fucking night. Unbelievable. Un-fucking-real.
Amy
I can't believe it's been an entire month since the last time I saw Scott. The morning after our amazing night together, he had already left for work by the time I woke up. I didn't see him at all for the rest of that week. Then, for the next two weeks, I was in San Diego visiting family with my mom. Tonight will be the first time that I'll see Scott since I've been back.
He's throwing a going away party for Jessica. She's leaving for college in a couple days. I'm going to school, too, but staying local. I'll be staying with my mom and commuting to a nearby university.
Scott and I agreed to never talk about what happened between us and I've respected that. But, even a month after it all happened, I can't stop thinking about him. If anything, that night made me like him even more. He's all I think about. I'm actually nervous to see him tonight.
I'm dying to know if he's thought about me since that night. I know that it was probably a lot more meaningful for me, it being my first time and all. But I wonder if there's a little part of him that still thinks about me. I guess I'll never know.
It's gonna be an emotional evening – I know that already. Not only do I have to look at Scott all night, but it'll probably be the last time I see Jessica for at least a few months. I don't kid myself. I know that once she leaves for college, she won't come back the same person. That's the way it happens. People change. People grow apart. It sucks, but it's a necessary part of life. I really hope her and I stay friends for a long time, though.
Okay, I think I'm ready. I look myself up and down in the mirror one last time. I'm wearing my favorite red dress with matching red heels. Even if he doesn't say much, I want Scott to notice me. Everything looks good. As good as it's gonna get, anyway. I can't believe I'm this nervous. I've never been this self-conscious before. I take a deep breath and start walking next door.
Jessica greets me at the door. I walk in and am blown away by how many people are over. I was expecting a small get together but there are dozens and dozens of guests. Some of them, I recognize. I see some of Jessica's relatives and some of her friends from high school. The only person that I don't see – the only one I wanna see, besides Jess – is Scott.
I make the rounds, saying hi to all the people that I know. Many of Jessica's friends are my friends, too, so I have plenty of people to talk to. I also say hi to Jessica's grandma and grandpa, who I've met many times over the years. Jess and I even stayed at their ranch a few times. They're both very nice.
“You look stunning,” Jessica's grandmother tells me. “Doesn't she look nice, Henry?”
“Yes, yes, very nice,” my friend's grandpa says.
“Thank you! You guys must be incredibly proud to see your granddaughter g
oing off to college,” I say.
As I'm talking to Jessica's grandparents, all I can think about is Scott. All I can ever think about is Scott and being back in his house for the first time in a month, it's even worse. Looking at Jessica's grandfather, I can see a slight resemblance to Scott. Henry's very good looking for his age. I'm sure Scott will be just as handsome, if not more so, when he's as old as his dad.
“Amy, sweetie,” Jessica's grandma asks, “do you know if there's any more seltzer water? Henry said there are no more in the fridge.”
“Henry said what?” he asks, looking at his wife.
Raising her voice, the grandmother replies, speaking very slowly, “You said that there are no more seltzer waters in the fridge.”
“Oh, yeah. Right,” Henry answers.
“There might be some more in the basement,” I reply. “Let me go check for you.”
“You're such a sweet girl,” Jessica's grandma says. “Isn't she sweet, Henry?”
“What?” he asks, looking at his wife.
“I'll go check,” I say and laugh. “Be right back.”
What a cute old couple. I hope I'm still happily married when I'm their age. And I hope my husband still looks as good as Henry does. Seeing him gives me an idea of what Scott is gonna look like when he's older. I bet he's gonna be just as handsome and wonderful as he is today.
I work my way through the crowd to the kitchen where the basement door is. The whole time, I'm looking around, trying to locate Scott. I don't see him anywhere. I know he's here somewhere. He has to be – Scott's the one who threw the party. Maybe he's upstairs or outside talking to someone. Or maybe he's with a woman. It’s been an entire month since I’ve seen Scott. Anything could’ve happened in that time. Maybe Scott went out and found himself a woman close to his own age. Or maybe now that he’s gotten a taste for young, inexperienced pussy, I’ve turned him into a serial devirginator. As much as I want Scott to be happy, I'll admit, the thought of him with anyone else kills me. Even thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.
With Scott nowhere in sight, I open the basement door and start walking down the steps. It's dark down there and the light at the top of the stairs isn't working. Jessica always complains, saying that half the lights in the house don't work. I know she's exaggerating but there are at least two or three lights in their house that don't turn on. Good thing I know this house like the back of my hand. There's a light in the basement and I'll turn it on when I get down there.
After taking a couple steps, I shut the door behind me. A few steps more and I can see that the light is already on down here. I hear someone rummaging through the freezer. Scott has a second fridge and a deep freezer in the basement. They usually don't have much in them, but I'm sure they're packed with food and refreshments for the party. Hopefully there's some seltzer water in the fridge for Jessica's grandparents.
I get to the bottom of the stairs and turn toward the fridge and freezer. Bent over in front of the freezer, I see a butt that I identify instantly. That sexy ass belongs to Scott – there's no doubt in my mind. Forged from decades of combat and firefighting, his butt is unmistakable. Well, to me it is, anyway.
My heart beat goes from slow and soft to feeling like I'm running from a mountain lion. I freeze right where I'm standing. What should I say? What should I do? I wanna tell Scott that I can't think about anything except him. I wanna tell him that the night we spent together was the best night of my life. I wanna tell him that he's the only guy I've ever wanted and that I want him right-freaking-now.
But I don't do any of that. I take a deep breath and start walking toward the fridge. Scott, still bending over with his hands in the deep freezer, looks behind himself to see who's there.
“Amy!” he says and stands up straight, turning around to face me.
“Hi, Mr. Hann...”
He clears his throat, giving me a look.
“Scott, I mean. I'm sorry. I'm just so used to calling you Mr. Hanneman. How are you? How have you been? I haven't seen you since... It's been a while since we've seen each other.”
His eyes – his gorgeous eyes – leave mine and I follow them down my body and back up. I wonder if he likes my dress? I wonder if he likes me. Has Scott thought about me at all since our night together? I want to ask him a million questions but I know that I can't. We agreed to never talk about that night ever again and I can't betray his trust. Not now. Not ever.
Scott
This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. I've been doing my best to avoid Amy all night. The last thing I wanted to do was run into her away from everyone else. It's not because I don't like her. And it's not because I don't want to see her. It's because I don't trust myself around her.
For the past month, I haven't been able to get Amy off my mind. I got it bad for this girl and that's not good. I thought that having sex with her would get it out of my system. All that did was make me like her more. Amy's not like other young women around her own age. Hell, she isn't like any of the women my age, either. The woman is unquestionably beautiful, wise way beyond her years, and so full of exuberance that I find it impossible to get her out of my mind. And to make matters worse, she's wearing a sexy red dress that makes every curve in her flawless body pop. She looks so fucking good that I wanna fuck her on top of the freezer right here, right now.
“I've been good, Amy,” I reply. “If I'm being honest, I'm a bit sad that my little girl will be leaving for California in a couple days. But, at the same time, I'm extremely proud of her. Of both of you, really. How about you? How've you been? It's been about a month since we've seen each other.”
Since I took your virginity is what I really mean. It's been about a month since I've had those luscious lips wrapped around my cock. A whole month since I tasted your virgin pussy. Thirty days since we...
“I've been good, I guess,” Amy answers in her naturally-alluring voice. “Like you, I've gone through a lot of different emotions. I'm sad to see Jess go, too. I know how lonely you're gonna be without her around. And without her here, you won't be seeing much of me anymore, either. That makes me sad, too. You've been a part of my life as long as she has.”
“You're still going to college locally, right?” I ask. “You know that you're always welcome over here, even if Jessica's not around.”
What the fuck am I saying? I know for a fact that I won't be able to keep my hands off Amy if she comes over after Jess leaves for college. It's taking every ounce of restraint in my soul not to pin her against the wall and start ravishing her body with kisses right now. Look at this girl. She just oozes sexuality. In all my years, I've never experienced anything like it. Not even with my ex-wife. Not with anyone. I've never felt the way I feel about Amy for anyone ever before. Never. Not even close.
“Yes, I am, Scott,” she replies. “I'll still be living next door with my mom – for now, anyway. And thank you for inviting me over, even if Jess isn't here. You're an amazing man, Scott Hanneman.”
I can't fucking help myself. I know I should just say “thank you” and head back upstairs. I should forget about this girl and move on with my life. I should listen to my head, not my dick. Oh, who am I kidding? It's not just my dick that's telling me not to walk away. It's my heart, too. I know it's fucked up but I can't help the way I feel. In all my life, I've never felt this way about anyone. It's not because Amy's a hot piece of ass. It's not because she's half my age. And it's not the taboo factor, her being my daughter's best friend and all. I really, genuinely love being around Amy. Everything about her excites me. Everything.
“And you, Ms. Amy Burke, are the most amazing woman I've ever met in my entire fucking life. I thought that the amazing night we spent together would get it out of my system – both our systems – but it didn't. It only made me want you more. I know we agreed to never talk about this again, but I can't help myself. You drive me fucking wild, Amy, in a way that no one's ever done before. Not my ex-wife, none of my ex-girlfrien
ds, and certainly none of the one night stands I've had at different times in my life. No one's ever made me feel the way that you do. And the night I took your virginity, while incredibly satisfying, only made me want you more. I want you so fucking badly, Amy. And unless I'm fucking crazy, I can hear it in your voice – you want me just as badly as I want you.”
The words just fly out of my mouth. It's almost as if I'm watching myself say them and know that it's a bad idea, but I'm powerless to stop. I needed to tell Amy how I feel – how I've been feeling. And for better or worse, now I have.
Amy takes a couple steps closer to me and with watery eyes, says, “I haven't been able to think about anything but you, Scott, for the past month. Seriously. The night you took my innocence was the best night of my life. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember. Actually having sex with you, having you take my virginity, was a dream come true. A dream cum true, too! In all seriousness, though, I've always wanted you, Scott. You're the only man I've ever wanted. And to have had you for that one night... well, it was amazing. But it was also a giant tease. Don't get me wrong: I wouldn't take that night back for the world. But like you, it only made me want you more. Everything you said about me, I feel about you. You're my handsome hero, Scott Hanneman. You've always been. So, yeah: you're right. You're not crazy. I want you just as badly – if not even more – than you want me.”
Her words are music to my ears. I know that I'm hosting a big party for my daughter upstairs but, right now, none of that exists. The only thing I can think about is right in front of me. I feel like a school boy with a crush whose object of affection just agreed to go to the prom with him. It may be a bit juvenile, but I don't care. Amy makes me feel young without the insecurity, naivety, and immaturity that comes with actual youth. She makes me feel good – really fucking good. And right now, I wanna make us both feel really, really good!
I take Amy's freshly-manicured hands and pull her body up against mine. Our lips meet and we start kissing, wildly and passionately. She wraps her hands around my waist and I throw mine around her shoulders. Not wanting to fuck up her beautiful hair, I resist the urge to run my fingers through it. Instead, I run my hands down Amy's back and grab her magnificent ass. I never thought I'd be able to touch that perfect butt ever again.
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