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Amie opens up, and Karen moves out
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As usual, I was the last to wake. But this time I wasn’t completely alone. Amie was clinging to me, arms and legs thrown across my body, strands of her tousled hair caressing my face. Unlike tiny Beth, or even the smallish Debbie, Amie was nearly 6′ of long lovely torso, arms, and seemingly endless legs. When you’d been hugged by those legs, you certainly knew it!
I tried to be careful, pulling free from her embrace, but she grumbled her dissatisfaction, hanging on tight. “Not yet, just a little bit longer,” she murmured.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered.
I relaxed, smoothed her hair out of self-defense, and embraced her. I glanced around the room, but we were alone, no malingerers hiding in the bath or closet.
Amie was a pretty thing and had been used hard, by nearly everyone, in every opening. Not surprising that she’d be exhausted. I kissed her forehead, reached down and pulled the sheets over us, so she wouldn’t be cold. I checked out the clock. Only 9:10, it wasn’t that late, especially considering the previous night’s escapades. I guess it would be Ok to goldbrick awhile with the sweet thing in my bed. I leaned back, easing her more to my side, closed my eyes, and tried to relax, but the beautiful young girl at my side was a definite distraction. After a while, I knew sleep was hopeless, and turned my attention to my bedmate. She had calmed considerably and seemed to be back asleep, breathing in that slow deep pattern. She had ended up cuddled next to me, one knee resting on my thigh, her head on my arm, her hand on my chest.
I pulled her closer, letting my hand caress her side. Where she’d been clingy before, she was more amorous now, slowly awakening, touching me, kissing my chest and shoulders, pressing her hips and breasts against me. “Mmm, Good morning,” she murmured. “I’m glad you stayed with me.”
“Of course I stayed. I told you I would, didn’t I?” I teased, doing a little caressing of my own.
“Boys don’t always mean what they say. Especially about things like this,” she said softly.
I teased her more, tweaking her nipple. “I’d be a fool to leave such a wild young thing in my bed. Especially after last night.”
Her hand was on my cock by now, gently playing with me. In no apparent rush, just having fun. “I’m not a wild thing. Not really.”
I lifted her lips and kissed her. “Please, Amie! I know a wild one when I’ve had her.”
“I’m only wild for you, Jack. Wild in this house. Before this I was anything but wild.” She was quiet and quite serious.
“I’m glad you’re wild for me, beautiful,” I assured her.
“Do you know I only had two boyfriends before? Two. Almost 20 fucking years old, and two relationships. Is that pathetic or what?” Her voice was soft but heartbreaking.
“No, it’s not pathetic, it’s chance and happenstance. Maybe a little pickiness.”
She had managed to get me decently hard, and she was rubbing herself, getting warmed up for me, while she continued her tale. “Dad loved hearing Beth’s story about her first time. I know I did. Pretty cool. You wanna know about my first time, Jack?” She was on her side, opening her legs for me, and guiding me home. I grabbed her hips and tugged her closer, lifted her leg, and settled in. So good, so right.
“I was sixteen. I wasn’t beautiful like these girls; I was skinny and bony, with no boobs to speak of. When I finally started to fill out just a little, I was so surprised when Bobby showed an interest. He was so nice, so attentive, so kind. I’d been dating him for over a month, and was ready to take it to the next level.
“I made Daddy take me out and buy me some ‘girlie’ clothes, so I’d look good for the party he was having. His parents were going out, and a small group was going to be there. I was so excited, and I embarrassed Dad to death, taking him into underwear stores, and trying on skimpy dresses, shorts and tees, just to flaunt my new body.” Amie was lying quietly beside me, seemingly content to just be filled with my meat. I on the other hand was doing a little movement of my own, slowly inching in and out of her.
“I knew it would be that party. I talked with my friends. I bought a rubber. I wore the sexiest underwear I could find. When I left the house that night, and kissed my dad goodbye, I think he knew. He looked sad, gave me a big hug, and told me, ‘There’s no need to be in a hurry with the rest of your life. Do things on your own terms, or not at all.’ I gave him one last hug, so damned excited.”
Amie pulled away and rolled over and laid on my chest, lifting her hips a second to reinsert our mutual friend, taking me deeply, putting her full weight on me. She clung closely, legs encircling me, and turned her head away, resting it on my shoulder. She was staring in the direction of the bathroom lost in thought. Or so it seemed.
“Do you want to know how I lost my virginity, Jack?” She was quiet for several seconds. “Me too. My dad found me on the doorstep, unconscious, nearly naked, after someone rang the bell and drove away. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out I’d been raped. I remembered having some drinks, and dancing with Bobby, and going upstairs with him. It took a while of sorting through rumors and gossip to find out they’d been feeding me grain alcohol and his mother’s downers. He, his brother and his friend took turns on me. It was all so stupid. He was going to get to have me anyway, freely. Why would they do that?”
She sounded so distraught; my heart was breaking for her. Tears were rolling down my side where her head was turned. The excitement I’d felt being inside her was dwindling and I started to draw out.
“No, please don’t,” she gasped, clasping my legs with hers and squeezing her pussy around my shrinking hardness. “Don’t feel sorry for me, Jack. Don’t. I couldn’t stand that. Just try to understand a little. And love me.”
She looked so nervous, and so needy. I caressed her back, letting my hands slide down to her firm cheeks, squeezing them softly, kneading them. I also started to thrust back, concentrating hard on the feeling of entering her, being in her, screwing her, bringing back my full hardness. When she noticed how hard I was for her, she smiled wistfully, and kissed me. “I knew I could count on you. A girl can’t count on many guys in this world. Her Dad, always her Dad, and sometimes there’s that one special guy. Not like the others. A guy like you, Jack.” She kissed me deeply, her lips salty from the recently shed tears.
When she broke away, she seemed to have calmed down. She pulled her knees in close and started rocking back and forth, taking me deep. “Dad took care of me. Took me to the hospital, put me in a private girl’s school away from the whispers and vicious gossip. And somehow, I don’t know how, those boys had the living hell beat out of them. When one of the mother’s dared accuse us, she was found naked, trussed and unconscious on her own doorstep. That was the end of that.”