From the journal of Avery Amore.
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That night, thoughts of my encounter with Amy continually replayed themselves in my mind. The feel of her skin. Her smell. The way her body moved. Her moans and sighs.
My whole being ached for her to be there with me. I wanted to trace my fingers over every inch of her body, just to watch how she responded. I wanted her to wrap her legs around my head as I drove her wild with my tongue. I wanted to entwine our bodies together, pulling her in as close as possible, all the while knowing that it could never be close enough.
Lying there in the darkness, I felt the blood pumping into my cock. I felt cascades of pleasure spread through me as each memory surfaced. I ran my fingers up and down my body allowing myself to become completely lost in my senses. From time to time the pleasure would crescendo until all my muscles would tense, my breath catching in my throat.
I remember a girl in high school once asked me how often I masturbated. I confessed to her that I'd never tried it. She was incredulous, and rightfully so. But truth be told it had never occurred to me to do so until that conversation. When I eventually did try it, I was underwhelmed to say the least. I had already been sexually active for a number of years and in that time had become well-acquainted with the joys of delayed gratification. I was thus compelled to leave this activity by the wayside.
My first sexual relationship was with a blond-haired angel starting my first year of high school. Crystal. Even thinking about her now, all the time we spent together, causes an aching in my heart that I suspect will never fully heal. When she went out of state for college three years later, I did my best to put things back together, but one can only do so much at that age.
I still remember the first time we spoke to each other. She was in the grade above me and very cute. I would always feel a shiver run up my spine whenever I passed her in the hallway. She came up to me out of the blue one day while I was at my locker.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi."
"Why are you always looking at me?" she asked nervously.
"What do you mean?"
"In the hallway, every time we pass each other, you're always looking at me."
I looked at her with a genuinely puzzled expression and said, "Because you're beautiful."
That was the first time I made a girl blush. It would not be the last.
...
Amy and I had agreed to begin the night at a bar downtown that Saturday. She would pick me up at my place around nine.
I had been at my window, deeply engaged in my favorite sport, people watching, when she pulled up in her sports car.
I like to invent stories for the people that I see walking past. That old lady walking her dog just finished visiting her husband in the hospital. Between the medical bills piling up and the loneliness of her apartment, these walks are the only thing that keep her sane.
No one would have guessed that this teenage boy dressed like a gutter punk comes from one of the wealthiest families in the city, and that this is just his way of acting out, showing how much he doesn't approve of his parent's lifestyle.
This attractive young lady here, dressed so conservatively, is actually one of the finest burlesque dancers in the city. Known as Lilandra, she plays to her middle eastern heritage by wearing veils, beads, henna, and is known for causing at least one older gentleman per week to faint from too much excitement.
But who was this young brunette parked on the opposite side of the street? This one must remain a mystery. One must never go into a date with any assumptions or expectations.
As I headed downstairs I felt the familiar surge of excitement course up my spine. When I was in high school (while studying for a physics test) I started imagining that the earth itself sensed the potential of my impending adventure and would send an extra shot of energy through my feet to help me. Still to this day it causes me to pull my shoulders back a little and take a deep breath. I walked out the front door of my building into the cool night air. I was ready to have some fun.
She saw me as I was crossing the street towards her and smiled mischievously as only the young can do. We were immortal after all. As I approached the center line I noticed a bus to my right coming towards me in the lane between us. I stopped and made a show of waiting impatiently for this last obstacle.
As soon as the bus blocked us from each other's sight, I dashed quickly back along its length, cutting left as soon as I reached its rear end, slid between two parked cars, and quickly made my way along the sidewalk to the passenger side of her car. I leaned into the open window with a sigh. Definitely one of the cutest heart attacks I have ever seen.
"Oh my god you scared the shit out of me!" She said holding her hands over her chest.
"I figured the sooner I could bring a flush to your cheeks the better."
She shot me a grin. "Right now you're three and oh. I'm going to have to up my game tonight."
I smiled at her then opened the door. As I fell into the seat I started to say, "Call me old fashioned, but in my day whenever a date would come pick me up she would always get the door for..."
Saying these last words I had started to turn my head towards her. She was waiting. She mashed her lips into mine. Her tongue shot into my mouth where she was eagerly greeted by my own. I felt her hand go behind my head, pulling me towards her. I came willingly.
When she eventually pulled away and looked at my face she began to laugh. "Well it's about time. Amy's on the board! Whoo!"
I laughed. "You may have won this round my dear, but the night is far from ov..." I was again cut off mid sentence. I had just noticed her outfit. She had indeed decided on a green, short sleeved silk top, with black patterning along the sleeves and the v-neck which gave a glimpse of her black lacy bra. Her skirt was black, loose, and probably would have gone to about the middle of her thigh if she hadn't been sitting down.
"See anything you like?" She looked at me with her head tilted, causing a few strands of her brunette hair to fall into her eyes. A seductive look came over her face which sent a small shiver up my spine.
I held her gaze for a few seconds before replying, "Yes."
"Tell me."
"Everything."
"I see. Suddenly a man of few words," she said with a smirk.
"You look stunning," I replied with a bewildered shrug, "But I was wondering..."
She smiled, "Wondering what?"
"Hmmm... maybe I'll just ask you later."
