Qualification Day Pt 02

Tom heard the door click. He opened his eyes and saw that it was completely light out. In all of the excitement, he had forgotten to set an alarm clock. Tom sat up and saw that Amy had brought a large tray of food, eggs, sausage, biscuits and gravy and coffee. Tom looked over at the clock and it said seven-thirty. Tom couldn't remember that last time he had slept this late.

"Good morning Mr. Van Winkle. Sleep well?"

"I did. Sleeping Beauty took me to bed last night and wore me out."

"Oh? Is that what happened?" Asked Amy light heartedly.

Tom got up and made his way to the bathroom. He wasn't used to sleeping this long, so he needed to pee really bad. He flushed, washed his hands and returned to the table. He was wearing only his black boxer briefs.

"I will never look at black underwear the same." Said Amy looking directly at his crotch. Her sexuality had been awakened yesterday and she had a full tank and then some in the sex drive department.

Tom and Amy sat quietly and ate breakfast. It occurred to Tom that sometime between last night and this morning, Amy had retrieved an overnight bag from her car. She was wearing different clothes. This morning, Amy was dressed in a pair of blue running shorts, a white tank top with a beige bra underneath and sandals.

"I'm not too sore for round two." Said Amy, in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Good to know." Said Tom. He like Amy's directness. His dick stirred.

"What is your schedule like today, Tom?"

"Today is my travel day, so I don't have to be anywhere except I have to be at the kennel to pick up my dog by eight tonight. What about you?"

"Today is my travel day too, so I have nothing. I don't even have a dog to pick up."

Now Tom was thinking. Well, to be clear, Tom was thinking, and Tom's dick was thinking. They weren't exactly on the same page. Tom's dick was winning out.

"I will just come out with it. I want you to make love to me again Tom." Said Amy.

"I see. Well, it's not exactly a tough sell. But I would like to take a shower first. Would you like to shower with me?"

"Let me think about it for a minute... Okay."

Tom went in and got the shower started, and the water wasn't even warm yet when Amy joined him. She must have stripped out of her clothes on her way to the shower. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and Tom didn't need any encouragement.

He stood under the shower head and let the hot water soak him. Amy came up behind him, put her hands on his ribs, and kissed the top of his right shoulder.

For a girl who never had a sexual thought in her whole life, she was on the right track. Tom was already hard, when Amy slid her right hand down and grabbed ahold of him by the shaft. Tom shuddered. The feel of Amy's sensuous kiss was the perfect complement to the stroking of his cock. Tom began gently pumping his meat into her hand. Amy quickly soaped up her other hand and began working on Tom.

Tom wasn't thinking at all. He was relaxing and enjoying Amy's affection. He wasn't keeping track of his arousal at all until it was too late. Tom let out a groan and came. His first spurt sprayed up almost chin high and hit the front of the shower.

"That was so amazing. You know there are so many sexual things I haven't done. We can scratch jerk off a handsome man until he comes. I love your cock Tom. It's hard and soft at the same time. I now understand why women go crazy for them.

Tom turned, put his hands on Amy's hips and kissed her. Her lips were soft and she was so sweet. Tom just kissed her and kissed her. His kisses were doing their job, as he felt Amy relax. Tom guided Amy to the front and put her under the shower head.

"Where is your shampoo?" Asked Tom.

"It's on the sink. The Shampoo is the green bottle, and the conditioner is the tan bottle."

"Don't move."

Tom stepped out of the shower long enough to grab the bottles and return.

Tom proceeded to wash and condition Amy's hair. It was an unexpected act of affection. The intimacy affected Amy deeply. She felt like she was melting under his touch.

Amy was rinsing the conditioner out of her hair when Tom began kissing Amy's neck. Tom's kisses were like turning on a sexual circuit breaker. Amy's libido kicked into overdrive.

Before long, Amy was breathing hard and large red splotches of arousal appeared across her neck and torso. Her breathing was ragged and without realizing it, Amy had backed up into Tom's purple headed, leaking cock. Tom was highly turned on.

Amy bent at the waist while pushing back into Tom and reached back between her legs. Without thinking, she guided Tom into her steaming womanhood. Amy didn't need any additional foreplay, she was maxed out, and Tom sunk all the way in on the first push.

Tom and Amy found their rhythm. They spent the next ten minutes enjoying the pleasures of shower sex before Amy finally cried out and climaxed. Tom wasn't quite there yet and picked up the pace when Amy cried out. A minute later, and Tom crested the hill. His orgasm triggering Amy into an add-on to her orgasm that turned both of their legs weak.

Tom and Amy caught their breath, and Tom grabbed a dry towel and dried Amy off. Tom dried off as best as he could with what remained of Amy's towel. They were both silent. The events of the last twelve hours were having a profound impact on them.

It was decided that they would finish dressing and begin their trip home. They agreed to meet for lunch in Claremont Mesa at noon. The drive would give them time to think.

The drive was a needed respite for Amy. Her life had changed radically in the last 24 hours. She was playing back the events in her mind. Her time at the range was this surreal awakening. She had come to reserve training this boring, passive student and she had run into Tom. Tom was a force! Did this mean she had daddy issues?

Amy set the cruise control in her ten-year-old Rav 4, dropped her hand to her lap and began to touch herself. Not enough to get off, but enough to bring back the memories of the last twenty-four hours.

Tom got on the interstate and headed south. Amy had done a number on him. He had not seen her coming. He had driven to the Reserve Base in the Inland Empire to do his qualifications, and to do some Marshal's business. He had cross over between his two jobs, and in a rare display of cooperation between competing bureaucracies, both of his bosses were completely supportive and co-operative.

Like Amy, Tom was running through the recent developments in his life. Amy was very young and super sweet. He had to be very careful not to hurt her. Tom really liked her directness. She said what was on her mind and didn't play games. It was completely unlike any of his previous relationships. Tom was never adept at reading a woman's mind or at picking up on the exact meaning or timing of the cryptic social cues dropped by his prior love interests.

The little cafe was busy, but Tom was a regular and the staff always found a table for him. Gloria, his favorite server had just poured him a cup of coffee when Amy came in the front door. God she is beautiful thought Tom, and she doesn't even know it.

Tom stood as Amy approached and kissed her on the lips. Amy received his affections enthusiastically. Her smile was radiant. Amy sat and grabbed a menu.

"What's good?" Asked Amy

"Literally everything. Are you hungry for a salad, a sandwich, or a burger?"

"I'm thinking house salad and a sandwich."

"Can't go wrong with the house salad. I would recommend the Club Sandwich or the BLT."

"Mmm. I haven't had a BLT in ages."

Tom had walked in wanting a cheeseburger and now all he could think of was a BLT. Amy was like that. She took on such a passion for things that her passion was contagious. She was completely bewitching.

Lunch was fabulous, good food and good company. When the food was gone Amy turned serious.

"So Tom, where do we go from here?" Asked Amy.

"Where do you want things to go?"

"Answering a question with a question isn't a good move. I asked you first."

Amy was right of course. She had been very direct with him, and it had worked. Tom decided to try the direct approach.

"Amy, this is new and unexpected. But it's fantastic at the same time. I don't operate like this. I usually move slowly, but obviously, we took a different path. Things kind of happened, well no, you kind of happened. So, to answer your question, I want to continue in the direction we are going."

"You know we have a lot of obstacles in our way, right?"

"I do. I'm not willing to let obstacles stop me. You are really good about saying what is on your mind. That works for me. I can do that in return. Here's me being direct. I'm not willing to settle for great sex, and the sex was great. I want to get to know you. With our schedules that is going to take work, and we have to make each other a priority... When we can."

"I think we are on the same page. Do you want to see my apartment?"

"If that means seeing your apartment and round three, count me in."

Tom followed Amy to her little apartment in El Cajon close to San Diego State where she was a student. The apartment was simple, and clean. It was obviously a purpose apartment. With the single purpose being her studies and her job.

Amy looked Tom in the eye and spoke.

"I think you should give this bed the first orgasm it has ever seen."

The reality that Amy was basically asexual until last night struck Tom. He knew it because she had told him, but the sex was so good, and she had been so open with him that it was contradictory.

"Tom, I want you to undress me and then I want you to do whatever you want to me."

Tom undressed Amy and then undressed himself. He sat Amy across the side of the bed, put a pillow behind her head, then knelt between her legs. He began by kissing the insides of her legs. Soft touches and gentle kisses led to gentle stroking of her. Tom took his time, knowing full well that this was revving Amy up at a rapid pace.

"Tom, I said you could do what you want. You don't have to spend your time on me."

"This is what I want. Slowly exploring and pleasing you is very gratifying to me. My dick is so hard Amy."

Then Tom went to work with his tongue and fingers. He wasn't as slow and patient now. Amy needed more pressure.

"Mmm... Ungh... Tom, god, Tom... Oh."

Away threw her head back into the pillows and came. Tom could feel her insides gripping and pulsing on his fingers. Tom slid up to level with her and kissed her. His tongue was dancing with hers. Then Tom pushed into her.

Amy responded by pushing back. She obviously didn't need finesse. She was past that. Amy got exactly what she wanted and needed. Tom pushed into her firmly and then back out. Tom was bottoming out on every stroke. Amy was turning her head from side to side moaning.

Tom kissed Amy again. Tender, loving Kisses while firmly making love to her. Amy had completely lost control of space or time. The only thing she knew was passion. Amy was building to a release bigger than last night or this morning. The pressure just kept building and the pleasure was intense.

Tom had reached a breaking point where he could hold back no more. He picked up his speed and pressure and gave her all he had. They reached their release at the same time. Tom called out Amy's name, and Amy went silent, her body rocked with huge spasms of pleasure that culminated in the release of fluid from deep within her.

It was five minutes before either could speak.

"Were you trying to kill me?" Asked Amy.

"I was just acting on my feeling towards you. You said I could do what I wanted."

"You made me wet the bed and made me crazy at the same time. I have never felt anything... God Tom if we could bottle what we just did, we would rule the world."

Tom had caught his breath when he realized he was still hard. Amy's exuberance had returned him to his adolescent stamina and libido.

It was then that he realized that Amy was crying.

"What's wrong Amy?"

"I just discovered that I had a sexual side, and now you have ruined me for other men. You made me fall in love with you Tom. I'm not kidding."

Tom's world changed, he realized that he hadn't fucked Amy. He had made love with her. He had given her everything he had. He couldn't wait for her to come visit his house and to meet Butch, his five-year-old boxer.

"You aren't the only one that fell in love."