I met Amy when she was 16. I was visiting her sister (who would later be my wife) after our first year of college. Amy had never been kissed, and she remained a virgin all the way through college and beyond. I loved that about her, that she just never had a real boyfriend out of bad luck or awkwardness, and so never banged a dude, even though she was a very pretty girl. I mean, nobody actually hates on a virgin. A few years later, I moved in with my girlfriend into her rented house in San Francisco, and Amy moved in a week later, with two other girls in the other rooms. I got to see Amy in her short pajamas and even just a towel, I got to dance with her in clubs with all of her friends, and every year I fell in love with her more. Sometimes it was just the two of us lounging around the house, and she never knew how much those minutes meant to me. She looked a lot like my girlfriend, short with bright red hair, but Amy had big juicy titties and a personality 100% different than her sister.
I wanted to fuck her brains out but I also wanted to run away to a different country with her and make her my wife. I wanted to take her virginity, and I often stroked my rock-hard cock laying in bed thinking about Amy, directly above me in her bedroom, with my girlfriend asleep next to me. Finally one night, at age 25, Amy brought home a friend of a friend, and he fucked her good and loud, the bed creaking right above me. I lay awake masturbating, and came all over myself right as his pounding climaxed. I was sad and angry and jealous and so turned on. I almost couldn't look at Amy for a few days, and by that she knew that I had heard her get fucked for the first time.
I fantasized about Amy more than anyone else for about 20 years. After moving out of the city, we still had vacations together and holidays with my wife's family. I watched her intently when we were together, looking at her skin, into her eyes. I wanted her to know I loved her, and I said it a few times over the years. I loved her hugs and got into the habit of kissing her on the cheek, very softly and close to her ear. I can't even guess how many loads I shot while saying - I love you Amy. One time we were visiting at her house and I was making scrambled eggs for me, my wife, and Amy. They were outside on the patio and her husband was gone, and I pulled out my cock and stroked it watching Amy. I shot my cum into to the frying pan and pulled up my pants. I mixed in the eggs and put them on the stove and cooked them up. I still remember Amy looking me straight in the eye with a mouthful of eggs saying they were cooked so perfectly, just the way she liked them.
Right before my marriage broke up, I got drunk at Amy's 40th birthday party and cornered her in the restaurant. I told her I had always loved her, and then I stopped talking before I made it even worse. She didn't know how to respond. My divorce wasn't terribly bitter but still I never got the opportunity to talk to my brother-in-law or Amy again, except once at a funeral.
8 years later, I am divorced a second time, 50, and single. I fuck lots of kinda-hot 51 year olds on bumble and tinder. My ex wife told me one day that Amy was getting divorced and coming down to stay with her for a couple weeks while her husband moves out. I was sorry to hear it, he was a great guy and a good dad. And then I realized that Amy and I are going to both be single for the first time ever. She will fuck me. I will make it happen. My brain vibrates with anticipation.
Amy got to town, and very soon we were reunited when I go to pick up my daughters at my ex's. I gave her a hug that lasts a full minute, both of us holding each other too tight, perfectly still, an expression to each other of love and devotion in hibernation all these years. But after that, there is nothing to talk about. Her pain is fresh, she came to visit her sister, I can't make a move.
