There's something about the weekend that just makes the previous week and all the troubles and burdens seem obsolete. I guess it's the fact that the weekend allows you to finally relax and gives you the feeling that you can do whatever the hell you feel like doing and give you a fresh start for the following week. As for me, I had plans. Amy and I would finally be able to go out on a "first date" so to speak. You know the routine, go out and have some fun, get to know each other a little bit better and maybe have the possibility of getting some later on, which in my case was a almost certain guarantee.
After that afternoon with Amy, I seemed to be constantly horny and rock hard all day long, especially when I talk, saw, or even thought about Amy. I would treasure the panties soaked in her pussy juice forever and use them whenever I had any time to kill. I'd spend hours with it wrapped around my cock, the wetness ending me to heaven as I though about that afternoon with Amy and all that we did. I'd keep telling myself that I'd REALLY have to fuck her soon or I'd go insane.
I pulled into the driveway of Amy's mansion and killed the engine. Amy immediately leaned over and kissed me with her beautiful lips. She placed her hands around my head and my arms found their way to her waist, holding her as we kissed, loving each and every moment.
"I had a lot of fun tonight," she said pulling away.
"Glad its done and finally over with," I said.
"C'mon, it wasn't that bad, Steve."
"How 'bout when we met up with Beth and her friends?"
"It wasn't that bad."
"C'mon, you were there. You heard how they were making fun of you, the 'rich girl' hanging around with someone like me."
"Well, she doesn't know you as well as I do," she said, leaning over.
"Oh yeah?" I asked, kissing her neck.
"Yeah, she's nothing more than a slut and everyone knows that…and I mean firsthand."
"Yeah, I know, but not firsthand," I said.
"Then she doesn't know what she's missing," she said, placing her hand on my cock, which was straining through the material of my jeans.
"So what exactly is she missing?"
"Mmmm…she's missing probably the best cock ever," she said seductively.
"Is it that good?"
"Oh yeah, I've been dreaming about it for the past week, wanting it in my hot pussy. I've been craving for it in my tight, warm, pussy," she whispered in my ear.
"I think I'd like to see how much you want it," I whispered back.
"My parents are out with my sister whose home from college at their country home for the weekend," she said, hinting something.
"My parents are out on business and my sister is probably at home with a bunch of her hot cheerleader friends. So we both have a weekend for you to show me how much you want my cock," I said, winking.
"Let me show you," she said, sitting straight up. Grabbing the bottom of her top, she slowly lifted it above her head. I stared in amazement as the material clung to her breasts, pushing them upwards as Amy tried to pull of her top. Finally the top was off and her breasts bounced as they were freed. They weren't big by today's standards, but they were a nice handful size, smooth and rounded, made to be put into my hands. Reaching out, I tried to grab them, but Amy quickly pushed my hands back by my side.
"Not so fast, Steven," she said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Hold still."
And with that she leaned over, her breasts just below my chin, in reach of my hands, but I kept skill. She folded up her top several times and covered my eyes with them, tying it in a knot behind my head.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Quiet," she said, soothingly. Making sure that it was tied on tight, but not uncomfortable, she checked to see if I was able to see though it and seemed happy with the situation that I was in.
"The question isn't how much I want you, but how much you want me."
"Oh, I want you a lot," I said quickly.
"You wanna fuck me that bad?"
"Hell yeah."
"Then I'll let you fuck me, but on one condition," she said as I heard her get out the car.
"What's that?"
"You have to catch me first," she said, slamming the door shut, and running into her house, laughing.
"Damn, she's so hot," I whispered to myself, thinking about her beautiful topless self, running outside. It was night, nonetheless, but still it was getting me hard thinking about her topless and outside, breasts ready for anyone to see. I heard her house door slam shut and I quickly got out the car and closed it.