Author's Note: This is the first chapter of what was intended to be a lead-in to a longer series. It may, in fact, wind up going that way, but even if it doesn't, I hope that you enjoy this little fantasy I crafted for a friend.
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As the sunlight filtered into the window above the bed, Amanda opened her eyes. She stood up and stretched, feeling the morning light kiss her velvety olive skin. As she settled back into a natural position, her gaze drifted to her still-sleeping boyfriend, and a soft smile came over her face. He didn't know it yet, she thought to herself, but he was about to have the best day he'd ever had. Bending down, she gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, careful not to wake him, then padded to the bathroom adjoining their room and shutting the door gently.
She turned on the shower, and listened as the pipes rattled briefly before a steady stream of water poured into the bathtub. While she waited for it to heat up, she thought about Sam, and her relationship with him. They'd been together six months, and it had been wonderful. They'd met at university. She was a science major looking to work in biochem when she got done with her schooling; he was a history major who wanted to enter academia. Despite his bookish nature, he was very clearly a grounded guy, and after a couple of casual conversations in the cafeteria between classes over the course of a week, they'd set a date for dinner.
Amanda stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water drizzle over her naked skin, and she sighed contentedly, reaching out to turn the water temperature higher. She'd been surprised, that first night, how great a date he'd been. She'd liked him enough to ask him out, of course, so there was perhaps a little bit of a difference, but overall, he'd been way more engaging and attentive than she had anticipated, and if she was being honest with herself, she'd rushed things a little more than she usually would. She didn't usually invite men home with her on a first date.
As her memories drifted back to that first night, when she'd nervously welcomed Sam into her apartment and into her bed, she felt herself getting wet in ways that had absolutely nothing to do with standing in the shower. She soaked her hair, scrubbing shampoo into it, and rinsed quickly. That first night, she'd been expecting the same kinds of things she'd come to expect from every man she'd ever been with. Overly aggressive, selfish, and decidedly bored by the idea that women had needs too. So it came as a complete surprise when Sam was the opposite of all of those things.
He'd let her make the first move, but as soon as it was clear what she wanted, he had taken complete control of the situation. He was gentle, yes, but also firmly insistent that she let him explore and pamper her. Just the memory of the full-body massage he'd given her before going down on her that night was making her thighs tremble, and after she'd rinsed and conditioned her hair, she closed her eyes. She wanted to lose herself in those memories; it would help her to gear herself up for all of the fun things she had in store for her man today.
She played back every detail of that night, as best as she could remember it, while her hands and the hot water caressed her silky skin. She wasn't trying to make herself cum, though it would have been so very easy. She was just enjoying the feelings coursing through her body, and when she gently squeezed her sensitive breasts, or let the shower stream softly pummel her splayed pussy, it made the memories more real for her. Damn, but he'd been a wonderful lover. And most shocking of all, he'd only gotten more attentive and familiar with her body with time.
It had been so easy, falling into a routine where she just kind of basked in those feelings, but over the past two weeks, she'd started to feel like she wanted to do something special for Sam. Something to pamper him the way that he did for her. It wasn't that he ever expressed any dissatisfaction with their love life... far from it, in fact... but she wanted him to know how special he was to her, and to make him feel as good as she possibly could. And then, just the night before last, she'd found the answer out of nowhere.
It was after another night of amazing sex and cuddling with Sam until he passed out that she'd gone down to her study, sipping a glass of Merlot naked in her lounge chair and browsing on a site where she role-played with people sometimes (a recreational activity that Sam knew about, and engaged in himself), when she came across an incredibly steamy story two friends of hers had concocted together. As she read it, she found herself getting incredibly turned on, despite the activity just a short while ago. More than that, though, it made her think. She knew what she wanted to do for Sam...
Amanda rinsed the conditioner from her hair, regretfully stepping out of the shower. As fun as it would have been to follow where her body was leading, she wanted to make sure she had all of her energy for what was going to happen when she walked back into the bedroom. Sam was a creature of habit, and would likely wake in the next few minutes. She wanted to be there when he was. Quickly throwing on the clothes that she'd laid out to change into the night before and grabbing her hairbrush, she stepped back out into the bedroom.
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Sam woke up that morning particularly hard. He couldn't remember what he had been dreaming about, but whatever it was, it had his cock twitching from the moment that he opened his eyes. He groaned softly, reaching down to run his fingertips along the shaft of his swollen dick, and watched as a bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip in response. Just then, he heard the toilet flush, and his girlfriend Amanda walked in. She was wearing a crop top and jean shorts, and busy running a brush through her hair, but she stopped and smiled when she saw him lightly stroking off first thing in the morning.
"Need some help with that," she asked, arching an eyebrow and smiling wider. Sam moaned softly in response, and she walked up to the edge of the bed, setting her brush on the night-stand. "Gonna need it again by the time we're done anyway, if I know you," she said with a chuckle as she reached down, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it up and over her head. Her breasts were large B-cups, and her brownish nipples stiffened visibly as the cloth glided over them and the cool air caressed them.
She tossed her shirt aside, and reached down to push her shorts and panties down over the ripe curves of her ass. Her boyfriend just watched, smiling back at her as he continued to glide his hand over his dick, his strokes now beginning to have just a hint of added urgency as Amanda stripped for him. Even though there was no artistry to her unveiling herself this time, it was still a breath-taking sight. It didn't matter that it had been six months since their first time together; he never got tired of watching this incredible woman unveil her beautiful body to his appreciative gaze.
Amanda moved to the foot of the bed and clambered on, knowing how much it turned him on to see her on her hands and knees. "Do you want me," she asked in a breathy, seductive voice, "or are you and Lefty having too good of a time for me to play too?" In truth, Sam felt really good at the moment, and had already started the slow climb to climax, so it actually took him a moment to disengage, but he did so with a laugh.
"I enjoy my solo time, the same as you," he replied, "but you know me... I'll always choose time with you, given the chance. You're way too beautiful and sexy for any man to resist. Part of why I picked you up, you know."
Amanda laughed and playfully punched him on the shoulder. "As if," she retorted. "You know damned well that it was me who asked you out, mister." She stretched, arching her back, which only accentuated her amazing breasts and ever so delicately rounded tummy that much more. Sam couldn't help but stare in wide-eyed wonder. He hadn't been kidding when he said how beautiful and sexy she was.
Amanda just laughed at him, and worked her way forward, nuzzling her face between his legs. She pressed her cheek against his stiff cock, pressing it back against his belly as she nuzzled it. "Are you sure you want me," she asked. "Tell me what you want me to do for you..." Her eyes glinted with playful eroticism as Sam groaned, admiring her naked body and twitching against her.
"I want you... to... ride me," he said in a hitching voice, the feel of her warm breath on his cock and balls driving him crazy. She smiled wider, and looked up at him, her doe-like amber eyes making him even more horny. As she returned his lustful gaze, she casually dragged one fingertip up his chest, chuckling softly.
"Are you sure," she asked, turning her head and grazing her lips against his pulsing dick. "Are you sure that's all you want? You wouldn't rather feel my warm, wet lips and tongue running against you as I take you in my mouth first?" He moaned at her words; Amanda was by far the most vanilla woman he had ever been with (or so he thought at the time...), and it was a very rare thing for her to initiate sex at all, let alone in an intensely intimate way like this, so in addition to the pleasure of her touch, the emotional thrill of what was happening sent him into the stratosphere.