I stretch out on the couch still naked and damp from the shower. My cock is already semi-hard anticipating the phone call I am about to make. I haven't talked to her in two weeks. I have just been letting her stew, hopefully in her own juices. I smile while I dial.
She answers on the first half of the second ring. She doesn't even say hello. She just waits silently, knowing it is me from her Caller I.D. I wait, just long enough, and then I start in on her.
"You know we will never, ever go out to dinner."
"I know," she whispers a little breathlessly.
"Have I ever said anything to make you believe any differently?"
"No."
"Then what compelled you to ask me to dinner the last time we were together? Did I do something to make you think differently?"
"I am so sorry," she says.
"Mmm, Hmm," I answer.
"I got a little caught up in the emotion."
"Caught up is good. Just don't get carried away. If our relationship gets too hard for you to handle, you can get out anytime you want. You can tell me no, or stop, or leave, or get out; just anytime you want, and I walk away with no hard feelings. I won't be mad, or hold anything over your head. You know that right?"
"Yes, I know. I said I was sorry. Please?"
"Please what?"
There is a long pause. I just wait and listen to her breathe. "Don't," and here she stops to carefully pick her words, "Please don't ignore me for so long." I smile. I've still got her, and now my cock is all the way hard.
"You're such a good girl Amy. I am still having a lot of fun when we do get together. Are you still having fun, or are you constantly stressing about where this is going? If this isn't fun for you anymore then we should stop."
"You stop," she protested. It sounded like she was smiling. "I already told you I was sorry. I even said please. Now stop being mean...please?"
"You are making me so happy Amy. You're such a polite little thing after a little time off. I want you to do something for me. Will you do something for me?"
"I might make some mistakes Doug, but I never tell you no, do I?"
"Get naked."
She laughs. "I already am."
"I caught you playing with yourself, didn't I you naughty little slut?"
"Yes."
"Is that why you didn't say hello? Out of breath?"
"Yes," she answers.
"Your such a good girl. Now take your free hand and stuff your tit into your mouth. Suck your nipple like I do, and I want to hear it." She doesn't skip a beat. I hear her lapping at herself almost before I could finish telling her to. She starts to moan a little bit.
I hear her huge tit pop out of her mouth. "God I miss you," she sighs.
"You don't miss me. You miss the way I make you feel. You're a naughty little slut aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"I'm a naughty little slut," I make her tell me.
"Now finish what you started before I called."
I hear the phone switch hands. She starts to gasp a little bit. "Oh God Doug I am so horny. Do you wanna hear it? How wet I am for you?" she asks.
"Yes," I answer. She moves the phone down near her pussy. I hear her fingers squish in and out of her cunt. She must have half her hand jamming in and out of her hole with all the noise it's making. She puts the phone back up to her mouth just in time to shout out that she is cumming. I make her announce each one of her orgasms so I know what puts her over the top.
I remember one time when we were together; she came while I was probing her anus with my tongue. Neither one of us was touching her clit with anything at all. At the time, I thought she was cumming, but I had to ask her afterwards. I told her from then on I wanted to know when she was getting off. Now she announces each one of her orgasms like a home team announcer that just watched the winning run cross the plate to win his team the pennant.
Her moans slow down and I let her catch her breath for a minute before I start in with her instructions. "I am coming over; right now. I want you on the bed, naked and ready, on all fours. Point your ass towards the bedroom door, and leave the front door unlocked. I will be there in ten minutes." I hang up before she can respond. I stand up and head towards the bathroom to brush my teeth.
I look at my naked body in the mirror as I brush my teeth. I have a nice cock, but it's nothing more than average. I look at the slight paunch hiding under my treasure trail. I could be in a little bit better shape, but I look better than most of my buddies who are thirty. I look up to meet my own gaze in the mirror. My black hair is shaved close to my head, the way I like to keep it when I have time. I smile and notice that the crow's feet at the corners of my brown eyes get a little more pronounced every year. I don't really mind. All in all I am still a good-looking guy.
I spit out my toothpaste into the sink. I don't rinse out my mouth, so my breath will stay a little fresher on the way to Amy's house. I head over to my dresser and throw on some cut offs and a red t-shirt. My clothes won't even be warm before I am peeling them off again.
Grabbing my keys and wallet on my way out the door, I feel like I own the world. As I pull out of the drive way I start to smile. I know Amy will be waiting, naked ass pointing right at me, just like I told her to be. Picturing Amy's ass makes my thoughts wander back to how this whole thing started.
We met when both of us were working at the O**** G*****, waiting tables. She was eighteen years old, and I was twenty-two. She was cute. Big, blue, disney eyes and short blond hair, but a little plumper than a girl I would usually date. I thought about asking her out though. Her tits were huge, and she had great skin. I had a buddy though who worked there with us. He loved big asses. He started dating her while I was still making up my mind.
Even though she was dating my friend, Amy and I would somehow always end up dirty dancing at the after work parties. There was this energy between us where both of us understood that nothing was going to happen. Just a little mutual titillation; all in good fun. We would dance real close, and she always had on great perfume that turned me on.
Those big tits would be smashed against my chest, while she would nuzzle her face into my neck. Then she would turn around and work her ample ass against my crouch until she got me hard. We would grind each other through a few songs and then go our separate ways the rest of the night. I would catch my buddy watching us sometimes with a smile on his face. He was turned on too I guess.
So it had been probably seven years since I had seen Amy. I had been through two so called real jobs and was back waiting tables at a steak house. It gave me plenty of time to write, film short video projects, and contemplate going back to school for a Masters in anything. The day she came into the restaurant was a busy lunch shift. She ended up sitting in a booth next to my section. We recognized each other right away. She was with a female friend. When I had time, I sat down next to her to talk.
"Hi Doug," she was smiling.
"Hi Amy." So was I.
She looked good. She had put on a little weight, but just guessing I would have to say half of it was in her tits. The other half was probably in her ass, but I would have to wait for her to stand up. Her hair was still short, and her complexion still creamy white. We did some quick catching up. How was so and so? How was I still waiting tables? What was she up to?
Turns out she was an assistant manager at B**, B***, and B******, not too far from where I lived. The conversation stayed friendly, but neither one of us seemed interested in trying to make some sort of plans. I got up to finish working, and she and her friend sat and finished eating. As they were getting up to leave, Amy called me over.
"It was great seeing you Doug."
"Yea, you too Amy. I enjoyed talking with you."
"Me too," she said and reached out and touched my shoulder. "If you are ever over by my work, stop in and say hello." She walked out and I watched her wiggle that big ass until she was out the front door. I knew right then I was going to fuck her.
It wasn't two days later that we were standing between a bunch of bath towels at her job. After trying to hide her surprise at seeing me, and some polite small talk, she started asking me questions.
"So are you seeing anybody?" she asked. She was standing way too close to me now and playing with her hair.
"Yes," I responded. I was lying. If she knew I was seeing someone, and I still managed to get her into bed, she would be easier to keep at a distance. She would blame herself for not being able to get more serious, and not me.
"Oh," she said pushing out her bottom lip and looking up at me with big, sad eyes. "I just got out of a relationship. I kind of hoped when you stopped in, it was because you're single." She was still standing too close and fidgeting back and forth. I just smiled at her. "Is it serious?" she asked me.