Not that I wasn't aware that enough time had passed. I knew. And so did my royal member, who was still upset about not being asked to join in the fun earlier. Now he was spitting mad and drooling all over Amy's clean sheets. I was just about to break that bit of bad news to her when I realized there was a question I needed to ask her first. Well two actually.
"Um Peanut, we need to discuss protection." It had occurred to me that as a first time participant this might have been something that Amy hadn't thought about and since sex was the last thing on my mind when I'd stormed out of the house, I wasn't exactly prepared myself. For one heart stopping moment I thought that maybe the night's entertainment was going to have to be called on account of safety. But again, I hadn't taken into account Amy's zest for details.
"Oh," she giggled, "I almost forgot." Amy twisted around and opened the drawer on her nightstand. "I wasn't sure what kind to get so I just picked out a few different styles." She pulled a black cardboard box out and upended it onto the bed.
The thought occurred to me that Amy was a lot better prepared than she should be for a spur of the moment decision to fuck, and I was just about to ask her about that when I looked down at the pile of prophylactics in front of me. Apparently Amy's definition of a few and mine were a little different. "Shit, sweetie, they must have thought you were getting ready to host a hooker's convention."
"I bought the Condomania Pleasure pack off the Net," she admitted. "I went to the drug store, but I couldn't make up my mind and the pharmacist started looking at me a little funny after a while when I kept asking her questions."
I had no doubt that was true. The bed was littered with about a dozen different styles and sizes of condoms. Safes as my father used to call them, as in better safe than sorry I guess, but I could never quite get rid of the mind picture of some guy encased in black metal with a combination lock over his balls. I started to sort through the dazzling array. I found assorted Trojans, Durex, Trustex Flavored, LifeStyles, inSpiral,... the list went on. I picked up a Magnum XL and waved it at her face.
"Planning on getting a pony?"
Amy giggled, "I bought those extra, just in case."
I dropped the packet and choose something else, a red condom on a lollipop stick with a big smiley face. "And this is for the paperboy's next visit, I suppose?"
Amy sighed and rolled her eyes, "Could you just pick one?"
"Okay, sheesh, getting a little testy are we? I was just trying to have a little fun." I teased and then mentally kicked myself when I saw the look on Amy's face.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I know this is asking a lot of you..."
I stopped her with a fierce, hard kiss that shocked me as much as it did her. "Don't think for a minute that right now I'm not exactly where I want to be."
Her eyes searched my face, looking for a sign that I was lying. I let her look. Eventually, she sighed and a small smile played around the corners of her mouth. Her thin arms wrapped tightly around my neck and she pulled me to her with a strength I hadn't known she'd possessed.
"Charlie I..." She looked at me and smiled, then shook her head.
"What?" I said.
She lowered her eyes and shook her head again. "It's nothing."
"Oh don't do..." That was as far as I got as Amy decided to copy one of my tricks. She pushed her face into mine and latched onto my lips with a vengeance. A minute or two of that and I forgot how to think, let alone wonder what she'd been about to say.
But there was something that kept niggling at the back of my mind and finally I broke our kiss and pulled away so I wouldn't get drawn in again. "Amy?"
"Uh huh?" She yawned on the last part. Hmmm, now who needed a nap?
"Remember those zucchini you bought?"
She stiffened slightly in my arms. "Yes?"
"What did you do with them?" I watched her cheeks grow rosy and had to restrain myself from kissing them.
"Well I meant to - you know - but then I got this urge to make ratatouille and I didn't feel like going to the store again so..."
"So you ate them," I finished for her.
"Well it isn't ratatouille without zucchini," she said reasonably.
She had a point. But now the other thing she had, still had, as I'd been surprised to discover, was a hymen. Who'd have guessed that a modern 24-year-old woman could still possess such a thing? Jesus, didn't this girl ever fall off her bike or a horse or something as a child?
"And how did you know I..." Amy's eyes grew wide, she might be shy, she might be innocent, okay not as innocent as she was an hour ago, but still pretty naïve. What she wasn't however was dumb. I watched her face as she answered her own question. "Ohhhh."
"Yeah," I nodded sadly. "Oh."
"The books said that a lot of women break them by accident before they ever have sex," she mused aloud.
"We've already established the books can be wrong."
"I guess so."
I wasn't happy about the fact that I was probably going to hurt her a lot more than I'd been expecting to when I thought she'd had an up close and personal experience with a vegetable, but there was nothing I could do about that now. The look on her face told me it would be far worse if I tried to play the gentleman and ended our tête-à-tête.
I took my hand and stroked the side of her little face. When she smiled at me I took it as a go light and kissed her softly on the mouth. Oh well, I'd gone this far with Amy I wasn't about to stop now. But I was also damn sure I was going to make this as pleasurable for her as possible.
And that meant slow. Not that my own little prince was happy about that decision. (Shit, why do I keep using that adjective little?) As usual, he was only interested in immediate gratification, but for once I ignored him and followed my big head instead of the other way around.
My mouth found its way to one of Amy's delectable tits and licked it like it was the best thing I'd ever tasted, which thinking about it was pretty close to the truth. Amy tasted like vanilla and cinnamon and a hint of chocolate. Yeah, I could take it slow, especially if slow meant spending time like this. However I soon found out that Amy was a little impatient herself.
"Charlie, don't make me wait," she moaned when I continued to nibble on her breasts instead of moving further down.
