It had been a long week and it was finally Friday. Amy and I sighed heavily as we sat down on her couch that evening. Any working adult or student will understand the almost orgasmic relief of sitting down on the couch, sweatpants on, popcorn popped, and booze within reach. We both reached over and picked up our hot honey-whiskey apple ciders and clinked our mugs, smiling. Amy scooted over and tucked her head into the crook of my shoulder as the opening scene of Tommy Boy began. I set my drink down and wrapped my arm around her. She nuzzled in closer. It felt so good to cuddle after an extremely stressful school week. We'd barely seen each other at all, let alone had time to snuggle on the couch.
I looked down and kissed her on top of the head, taking a deep breath of her hair. Amy didn't shower strictly every day and it always made her hair smell like her, not shampoo. I loved it. I loved her. She leaned over and set her mug on the carpet, then sat back, scooted over, and laid her head down in my lap. I ran my fingers softly through her hair. Amy giggled at the movie. I had forgotten we were even watching it. She had a charming, honest, singsong laugh.
After a few minutes of Chris Farley's hilarious and reliable goofs, Amy turned her head and looked up at me. She smiled her beautiful, dimpled smile. We just stared at each other for a moment. We were at that point in our relationship, where we were able to just look at one another and appreciate how lucky we were without saying a word. Finally she just whispered: "I love you."
"I love you too," I whispered back.
"Kiss me."
I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. She raised her head slightly to meet me, pressing the kiss a little harder. We sighed together and smiled into the kiss. She brought a soft hand up to my face and cupped my cheek. I took her other hand in mine and squeezed softly. We broke the kiss and gazed into each other's eyes. She bent her neck and kissed the tip of my nose. A warmth spread through me like sinking into a hot bath.
Our moment was broken by one of Amy's roommates, Ethan coming up the stairs. Ethan had always been nice to me, but Amy couldn't stand him. They were extremely different people.
"Hey did you get the electric bill in yet? I wrote the check to you wrong," Ethan said as he passed us and grabbed his coat.
"No not yet, you can just write a new one," Amy responded sitting up. I stood up from the couch and excused myself from the bathroom. I didn't need to hear about their electric bill.
When I came back, Ethan was gone. Amy was lying face up on the couch, her head up against the head rest, huddled up under a blanket. I lifted her legs and sat back down, resting her legs in my lap. It's important to note that Amy was tiny. She stood an even five feet, but was tough as hell. She was a competitive weight lifter in high school and wore more muscle than most girls. She wore it well. I massaged her muscular legs absent mindedly as Christ Farley and David Spade argued. After a while looked over and Amy had her eyes closed.
I whispered, "Amy, are you asleep?"
"Mm, no. That just feels really good. You could go a little harder even." She smiled.
I dug my fingertips into her thighs a little harder, enjoying the feel of her firm muscles under my hands. She worked out a lot and was probably sore. She exhaled as I moved my hands up and down her thigh, moving eventually to her calves. Amy laid a hand on my shoulder as I worked. After her calves got a thorough massage, I moved down to her feet. I kneaded her tiny feet, the size of my hands. I worked each toe individually, chuckling to myself at how cute they were. Done there, I moved my hands back up to her thighs and continued working. I looked over at her. She eyes were still closed, content. Her hand slid down my arm and subtly pulled my hands higher up her thigh. I smiled as she answered my unspoken question.
I continued to work on her thigh but allowed my hands to occasionally graze the area between her legs. Her breath hitched slightly and she exhaled slowly through her nose. I could feel a slightly ominous heat growing in her groin. I looked over to watch her face as she began to concentrate on the pleasure. Her brows were furrowed slightly and she bit her bottom lip lightly. I switched my hands to her other leg, but kept them at the same height, again still occasionally brushing her crotch. Her breathing became deeper, more steady.
After a while of this, I lifted her legs and moved behind her on the couch. She rolled onto her side and nestled into me in a spooning position. I pulled the blanket around us. She kept her eyes closed, a content smile on her face. Slowly she reached for my hand and brought it back to her thigh. I smiled and kissed the back of her neck as I scratched her thigh lightly. I brought one hand around to her neck, and gently stroked it as my other snuck slowly down to her crotch. I leaned up and gently nibbled her ear as I cupped the area between her legs, pressing upwards into her body. She inhaled sharply and pressed her butt into my crotch. My dick started to swell instantly, sending a warm sensation through my groin and stomach.
Slowly I began to rub her pussy through her sweats, enjoying the sound of arousal building in her breath and the way she gently rubbed her butt against me. She took my other hand in hers and held it to her breast, which I began to knead happily. She sighed deeply and turned to face me, sporting a goofy grin. I pressed my cheek against hers and turned farther back to kiss me on the temple. Something in my stomach fluttered.
Amy pushed back against me and rolled onto her back. I continued to massage her pussy lightly as she brought a hand up to my face and pulled me into a deep kiss. Her mouth opened and her soft tongue danced across mine. It's kisses like those, the ones were you see stars, where you feel your partner's soul as you taste them, that I'll never forget. And it's moments like these, where love and passion intertwine simultaneously, that keep me alive. Our tongues continued to intertwine and I could feel a rush building slowly in my body. My dick began to make its way quickly to full hardness as the passion behind our kiss grew stronger.
I removed my hand from between her legs and rolled over on top of her small body, pinning her underneath me. Her small, muscular legs instantly wrapped around my hips and she squeezed her pelvis into me. I could really feel heat between her legs now. I pulled my mouth from hers and moved immediately to her neck, biting the soft skin under her chin lightly as my hand found the rim of her shirt and pushed up underneath it. My hand quickly made its way to her breast and I squeezed firmly. Amy grunted slightly and my dick pulsed, sending a short burst of pleasure up my spine. My skin tingled as her hand massaged my back and the back of my head. She breathed my name.
I'm not sure what it is about that, a lover whispering your name in pleasure but it makes my blood boil and my heart feel as if it's about to explode. That sound shot a shockwave through me, enflaming my love for her and my desire for her body. I began to have to use self-control to stay at the slow, meditative pace I was using.
I worked my way down her tender neck, leaving a trail of kisses between her clothed breasts. With one hand still on her breast, the other lifted her shirt and kissed her tummy lightly. I used tiny amounts of tongue, tickling her. I could hear her smile and hold in a giggle. I blew softly on the small, wet marks I left around her belly button. Her back arched and she moaned. I quietly admired the tiny streak of dark hair near her navel. Amy was beautiful and real. She had some hair on her body and didn't care. I loved it.
