As I laid in my bed that night I still couldn't believe what had happened. It just didn't make sense and then yet again it did. Amanda was the complete shy type, she didn't say hardly anything to anyone she didn't know and basically she wasn't the most in depth conversationalist around. She was dyslexic, had dropped out of secondary school and college, lived on a council estate and even Emma said she left Amanda's house early sometimes as she was so bored. I know it's a nasty thing to say, but Emma felt superior when she was around her. Amanda didn't suffer from down syndrome or anything she was just, simple but still a really nice girl.
Even though she was dyslexic, that didn't stop me from fantasising myself with her.
After the hand job episode, Amanda picked up her clothes and walked downstairs leaving me with my jeans around my ankles and my flaccid cock hanging. I hadn't a clue what to do next. I went downstairs and Amanda was sat on the couch watching telly.
"Carpets' half way done, so I'll be back around tomorrow..?" I stammered.
"Yeah, see ya then," she coolly replied.
I was at a loss to say next, so I just left.
The next day before I went round, I was unsure what I'd get, I mean would I get a hand job, blow job, shag, nothing at all? I just didn't know. But just in case I watched some porn and had 3 wanks just so I'd last longer if anything did happen!
As I approached her house, the thoughts of yesterday came flooding back to me and I started to get a lob on. I knocked on the door and after what felt like an eternity, she opened the door. Amanda looked the complete opposite from yesterday. Her hair was quickly brushed into a ponytail, she had a baggy t-shirt on and a pair of pink baggy tracksuits. You see, Amanda most of the time looked like crap basically, and most guys wouldn't look twice if she walked past them in the street. When she actually bothered to look good she did look quite attractive. I can't say I wasn't hoping for her to look good because I was.
I went in and she asked that I sat down on the couch and I did so.
"Look about yesterday, if you don't tell Tony I won't tell Emma," she mumbled.
"I wouldn't say anything anyway, I enjoyed it!"
She laughed. "Really?"
"Hell yeah!"
She giggled some more. I asked, "did you really have sex with a black guy?"
"No, I just said that cos I thought it would make you cum quicker, I do that to Tony, talk dirty, but usually about him fucking someone else, he gets mad if I it's the other way round." She looked at the floor.
Emma had told me before that Tony was a prick. He always walked over Amanda and even hit her once, I didn't like him and neither did Emma. Emma would always try to persuade Amanda to dump him when he was a wanker but time and time again she wouldn't, she was very submissive and scared that she wouldn't find anyone else and she'd be alone, very sad really.
"Why, what does he do?," I asked.
"I did it once and he stopped straight away and started shouting and calling me a slut."
"Amanda, he's an asshole, just dump him. Me and Emma tell you to all the time. How does it make you feel that he talks about fucking other women while he fucks you?"
"Mad, and horny a little too!"
I burst out laughing and so did she.
"Can I tell you a secret and you promise to keep it? You can't tell Emma," she asked me.
"Yeah go on then."
She looked at the floor and bumbled, " I have to say it is Emma who is fucking him when I have to talk dirty...don't be mad...please." she looked up.
That dirty bastard I thought. "It's ok sweetheart its not you're fault."
