No Secrets
Authors note. This story like many of my stories is stand-alone. It highlights the most important part of any relationship, honesty. As usual, any editing errors are mine and mine alone. Please continue to vote and comment. Without feedback and constructive criticism, no author can improve.
I met Amy in the back garden of one of my work colleagues. My most recent girlfriend and I had parted a month earlier by mutual consent and although I was unattached I was not looking for a long-term relationship or even a quick screw when I was invited to the annual summer work barbecue.
I was drinking a beer when I first noticed her. She had her back to me and was wearing blue jeans and a white tee shirt and had the most glorious bum I had seen in some time. Her waist was narrow, and her legs were long, and it appeared that the denim had been sprayed onto her big round bum cheeks. As I studied her form she turned, and I was smitten. She had long dark hair, brown eyes, perfect white teeth, and chiselled features. Her breasts were not too big and not too small. She saw me looking at her and then looked away in apparent disinterest.
A short while later I was chatting with one of the secretaries from work. She was in her fifties, divorced, and was an office fixture who appeared to live only for her work. She was old enough to be my mother but was a lovely lady with plenty to say for herself and well worth cultivating. As we were talking she suddenly stopped talking to me.
"Excuse me," she said. Then she called out to someone behind me. "Amy. Come over here. There's someone I'd like you to meet."
The young lady I had admired now stood in front of me smiling and I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
"Amy this is Ross."
I held out my hand and she took it.
"Hello Ross, I'm Amy. You must work with mum."
I spent the rest of the afternoon talking to her. She was great company and easy to talk to. It turned out that she was a nurse and worked at a hospital about thirty miles away in Manchester. She had been given a few days off and had come to see her mother for the weekend. Ordinarily, she would have not come to the barbecue but had decided to accompany her mum at the last minute. She was an only child. Her parents divorced when she was eight years old.
In turn, I told her I was a GP and worked at the practice where her mother worked. I had joined the practice as a Junior partner eighteen months earlier. She knew all this already, of course.
"You aren't Dr Walker by any chance, are you?"
I nodded in the affirmative.
"My mother mentioned I should meet you, and now I have. What a surprise." She smiled.
***
Right from the start, I learned that Amy was not a very trusting individual. The reason for this was simple. Her father had been serially unfaithful and had left Amy and her mother to fend for themselves. He had failed to pay any child support and had not seen Amy since the day he abandoned her with no warning.
"I don't know or care whether the bastard is dead or alive," she told me.
Early in our relationship, she laid down one unbreakable rule.
"No secrets."
Honesty is a very important part of what makes her tick, and she was honest with me from the moment we met although it took a little time for her to trust me enough to tell me some of her secrets which she, by her own rules, now had to divulge.
"I have never trusted men fully. Not after what my father did to us. I love sex with men but when I was younger I enjoyed sleeping with women too. I think I trusted them more. I'm sure I'm bi."
***
I soon discovered that Amy was turned on by talking when she was in bed. To be more precise, whilst I was fucking her, she liked me to describe in intimate detail how I had fucked my previous girlfriends. At first, I was a little reticent having believed that a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell but I soon warmed to the idea when it became apparent how much this added to her enjoyment and of course to mine.
We had been going out for only a short time and fucking for maybe a few weeks when she asked the question. I remember we were in bed one Sunday morning and had just woken up. We were lying side by side and naked in bed anticipating the sex that was inevitably going to soon happen. As I cupped her breast in my hand and started to play with her nipple, she sighed and spoke.
"How often do men wank?"
"Men in general, or me?" I asked. "You'd probably find the answer in some sex survey, although men rarely tell the truth about their sex lives. When I was a student I was the only one not shagging three times nightly if I was to believe what all my mates were saying."
"Ok then. How often do you wank?"
"Depends," I said. "When I didn't have a girlfriend at College it was most days. I remember there was a girl who was going out with a friend of mine called Mike, and with whom I shared a house. Their room was next to mine, and I could hear them fucking through the wall. I fancied her like crazy and used to jerk myself off as their bed rattled."
Amy was intrigued. "Go on. What was she like?"
"Her name was Amanda. Sex on legs. And she knew it. She wasn't very pretty but she had a lovely
body with long legs and a big bum and tits. She loved sex and tried to shock people with how
she dressed and talked. She used to wear skin-tight jeans and I'm sure that she didn't always wear
panties because her camel toe was often clearly visible. I remember Mike telling me that she was
clean-shaven and loved oral. He described her going to a party wearing a short skirt and panties,
going to the bathroom, taking off her panties and putting them in her handbag, then taking him
into an empty bedroom and sitting on the bed with her skirt around her waist and her legs spread
