So this chapter is a bit late, and it's hard to find time to sit down and write. A few weeks late shouldn't be so bad I think. Hope you enjoy it. I'm pretty much just writing the story for me, but intend to keep it to a once a month upload. This chapter is longer, but it's mostly the story which might not be for you if you're looking for a fap. Sex in the beginning and towards the end, a lot of character interactions in the middle.
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It's been over a week since I tried asking Rebecca about Sherri. Texts from her were less frequent. Mostly just the same thing.
Have you changed your mind yet?
Rebecca being like this wasn't strange. But what was strange was how distant Angela was being. All of the sudden she was too busy to see me, only having time for coffee with Julia. I had actually tried asking Julia if anything was wrong, but got no clear answer.
Sorry. Angela's been in a mood all week, I can't tell you why. She'll talk when she's ready.
If I remember correctly, Angela usually performs with Julia each Thursday night. I haven't been going since it's really Julia's time with her. But I needed to know what was going on. I haven't really been going out much, you would think with the girls in my life I would. But Jennifer and Amy were mostly invested in one thing so we usually just stayed at our apartments.
Living in a small suburb, there isn't really much going on at night. A few bars and restaurants are open, but if you're under 21 you go to the lounge at the community college. Angela and Julia have been putting on shows since they were 17, and are actually popular among their peers. Mainly performing covers with some songs they wrote themselves. Apparently they have a drummer but I've never met them.
I didn't want to go alone to feel like I'm ambushing Angela. My first thought was Jennifer.
If Angela doesn't want to talk, maybe she has a good reason. I haven't heard from her lately either. I'm sure Amy would go with you though.
I did text Amy, who had a different response.
Oh? You mean like a date? Sure, we could do that. I haven't seen Angela in a while anyway. It'll be fun.
Thursday night was there before I knew it and there was a knock at my door. All black was classic for Amy but there were hints of purple and blue in her hair this time. The way the dress she had on hugged her body, it might as well have been a bodysuit. I had never seen her like this before. Amy was always wearing big shirts and jeans, or more recently, nothing at all. Her makeup wasn't as heavy today, just dark red lipstick and light eyeshadow.
"Mark, you're staring." Amy was blushing but clearly didn't mind as she spun around for me.
I'm glad the dress was long at least, if I saw her ass under a short skirt I might have fucked her right there. Amy must have read my mind because she started pulling her dress up, showing off her firm and round ass. She wasn't wearing anything underneath as she pulled it right over her hips.
"You know we can skip dinner. I'm hungry for something else right now."
That was all I needed to hear, I hurried and pulled Amy inside. Closing the door behind her, I kissed her with years of pent up lust. I had known Amy since sophomore year and only now after undergrad do I get an actual date with her? Amy and I might as well have shared the same mouth with how our tongues had become interwoven. I could taste the mint gum she was chewing on earlier. Amy turned around and pressed her arms against the door.
"Unzip me Mark, I know you want to see my tits."
As gently as I could I unzipped the back of her dress. It was pretty tight around her waist, but clearly the dress was made with the busty in mind since it didn't seem to constrict her chest at all. I pulled the dress down but Amy was now holding the fabric over her chest as she turned to face me. She was pretty red in the face, like this was the first time we'd ever done something like this. But I guess with the atmosphere of a date, she was nervous. From what Amy told me about our time apart, she hadn't really settled into a relationship. Flings with guys and girls lasted a month at most. I could tell she was omitting stuff, since Jennifer assured me that she had been working with Dick for at least a year. I doubt he was the kind of guy to take Amy on a date, or Rebecca for that matter.
"Is it silly that I feel nervous? Like you've fucked me all over this apartment, why am I so tense?"
"If it helps, I'm nervous too."
We both chuckled, and Amy finally let the fabric drop. I had gotten used to them with the girls I've been seeing, but still the sight of big tits just drove me wild. Before they settled, I was already kneading one tit like bread while I made out with Amy. She on the other hand was fumbling with my jeans, rubbing my throbbing erection while she figured out the zipper.
"I don't want to seem like such a slut, but you gave me those hungry eyes. I just had to have it."
We let my pants drop and Amy went on her knees pulling my underwear off. My cock almost hit her in the face but she didn't even flinch. She tilted her head and let it find its way into her gaping mouth. Never breaking eye contact with me, she pushed herself as far as she could without gagging. I felt her tongue stretch out and she pulled back, wagging it along the length of my shaft. A month ago that would have made me blow right there, thankfully Angela loved giving blowjobs.
"I bet Rebecca never sucked your cock like I do."
"Not even close."
It felt mean to talk about my ex like that, but it was still true. Rebecca was a passionate lover, just not a very giving one. If I wasn't railing her pussy, she was doing whatever she could to make me hard so I would continue. She found blowjobs disgusting after an unfortunate incident. We were at her place while her mom was on a business trip. She was sucking along and it felt so good I forgot to say when. The first shot went into her mouth, she pulled back and the rest went into her hair and one drop got in her eye.
"It took me an hour to get my hair ready! I can't even see right now!" Rebecca said through frustrated screams.
I helped her to the bathroom but she kept pushing me away. She sent me home and didn't say anything until the next morning. Never got a blowjob again, and after that she started grinding on me to get me hard.
Back to Amy though, she never cared about where I came. She licked it up like it was the nectar of the gods. She had blown me enough to get a feel for when I was about to cum, and started to slow down. She stood up and pointed me to the couch and went into her purse. She saw me watching like a lost puppy and wagged her finger.
"Now we can't let that cock get soft, stroke it for my big goth girl titties." Amy put her hands behind her back and shook her chest, her tits moving like gelatin.
"Amy, I don't think I could ever be soft around you." I stroked my dick enthusiastically, watching her tits settle down.
Amy smiled at me then pushed me down onto the couch, and pulled out a bottle of lube. I got very intrigued and looked around at Amy's ass. She caught me looking and shook her head.
"Anal is for boyfriends. But titfucks are still on the table." Amy cupped her tits with her free arm and let the lube just fall down. The lube made contact with her porcelain skin and spread out on the perfect mountains on her chest.
"Mark, won't you help a girl out?" Amy made a pouty face and presented her tits like an offering.
I simply nodded and worked my hands on each tit. A lot of the lube was pooling up in her cleavage, my hand always going back in for more. Amy's face was turning red, probably trying to keep still as I worked her tits. When I saw her tits glistening I kissed Amy again, who moaned into my mouth. She gave me napkins for my hand, but I would probably have to wash them later. Positioning herself between my legs, I held my cock in place as they were smothered by Amy's chest.
"Bet Rebecca doesn't have tits like mine." Amy was confidently stroking me with her tits.
