The Darkside of Amanda -- ch 2
John walked over to his house as the sun was setting. Hearing Amanda's story brought out the anger in him. The more he thought about what those frat boys did to her, the angrier he got. He decided he wanted to do something to them. He just needed to think through how to do that. Something that would ruin their lives. Even if they weren't prosecuted for what they did.
He knew it was going to be his transition night. He'd worked the night before. Then he'd slept for most of the day recuperating from a night's work. Now his system was all screwed up. He sat there thumbing through the endless channels looking for something worth watching. 'How is it I can have almost 200 channels to watch, and there's nothing worth watching?' But he'd asked that same question dozens of times. "Maybe there's a baseball game on." He said out loud to no one but himself.
It was about 10:00 when his phone chirped with a text message.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't want our evening to end with me unconscious on the couch." [Amanda]
John just chuckled as he thought about how the evening played out. "Relax. I enjoyed our evening. And dinner was delicious. Thank you."
"I've never told that story to anyone before except for my ex. It's not something I like to think about or talk about."
John knew he had to make her feel safe. She had just made herself vulnerable to him. "Your story is safe with me. You're safe with me. You should probably be getting to bed. You have class tomorrow."
"I'm not tired. I do have a slight headache. LOL. Are you heading to bed?"
"Probably not for a couple hours. This is my transition night. I slept most of the day. So it will take me a few hours." John sat for several minutes awaiting her response.
Amanda struggled with asking if she could come over to his place. She was still drunk, and now she had a splitting headache. But she didn't want the evening to end the way it did. Her mind drifted to all the times she caught him eyeing her body and breasts. It had been so long since she'd felt a man's hands and mouth all over her breasts. "Can I come over? I hate the way the evening ended. I wanted to thank you for all the help you gave me today and the kindness you showed me."
John smiled knowing what she was alluding to, but not wanting to say it. "Let's have some fun with this." He said out loud to himself. "You thanked me sufficiently with dinner. It was delicious."
The wall of her inhibitions were crumbling fast. The combination of the wine, still clouding her mind, and her deepening desire to open herself up to John were breaking her down. "I just wanted to thank you in a more tangible way. You didn't have to do all those things for me, and yet you did. Then you didn't judge me." She hit the send button. "I never told those things to anyone. I live with such shame and fear of being looked at like some kind of pervert."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of. And don't ever concern yourself with feeling judged by me. I accept you just the way you are. Dinner was a very tangible way of thanking me. Unless you had something else in mind?" He smiled as he hit the send button. He had always been amazed at how much bolder people were, himself included, when it came to texting statements they would never have dreamed of saying in person.
"I saw the way you looked at me all evening." Amanda felt her own desires increasing as she thought about all the times she'd caught him staring at her.
"I apologize. I didn't mean to offend you. You're just a gorgeous woman, and I liked what I saw. I'll work on that in the future."
Amanda became fearful she'd given John the wrong impression by what she said. "Oh no! Don't apologize. I liked it. I'm glad you like what you see. Made me feel desirable."
"You are desirable. And I LOVE what I see." John felt himself getting aroused. He wanted to maintain control of the situation, but still have some fun with her. He didn't want her coming over half-drunk with a raging hangover. He wanted her completely sober. He never understood those guys who liked getting women drunk so they could have their way with them. Probably limp dicks who can't get if off any other way. "I hope to see more of it."
Amanda's hands started shaking as her thumbs hovered over her phone. "You will see more of it. I saw the way you were looking at my breasts. Do you like them?" Her heart was pounding in her chest.
"I like them very much. Are they sensitive?" Now John's heart was pounding in his chest.
"Oh yes. Very sensitive. You don't think they're too big?" Amanda felt like a school girl again vying for compliments from some boy.
"LOL. Hell no! What do you like having done to them?"
The shaking in her hands intensified. "I like having them caressed, fondled, kissed, sucked on. But I also like them taken roughly. I don't know how to explain it."
John smiled. He understood what she needed. "You don't have to explain anything. I think I understand. You don't have to answer this question if you don't want to. When was the last time you had an orgasm?"
"I brought myself off a few nights ago. But I have to go to my dark place to get there. I can't remember the last time with a man. I long for that." She hesitated before sending. "Can I come over? Not for me. For you. I don't care about me."
John could sense the need and urgency within her text. But he was determined he wasn't going to take her in her condition. "Well I care about you. We'll talk more tomorrow. You need to get a good nights sleep so you can deal with all those little demons. LOL. Trust me when I say this. I want you over here right now. But you need your sleep. Sleep well sexy. I'll be over about 6:30 tomorrow to take you to work."
Amanda sat there disappointed. But she found herself being drawn to him more deeply with each interaction with him. "Good night handsome."
John finished off his bottle of Jack.
He woke up at 5:30. He rolled out of bed and made a pot of coffee, then jumped in the shower. After a couple pieces of toast and cups of coffee he went into his garage got in his truck and drove next door to Amanda's driveway. He walked up to the front door, which opened before he could reach for the doorbell.
Amanda's head peaked around the edge of the door. "Good morning." She didn't know if any of the neighbors might be out and about.
John smiled as he walked in. "Good morning." He replied as she closed the door behind him. He turned and immediately understood why she hid behind the door. She stood there in a shear teddy with a shear robe over it. She must have just showered as well. He could smell her. She smelled so damn good. His eyes drank in her body. Her breasts jutted out from the teddy. He could see the outline of her nipples. "FUCK!" was all he could say.
Amanda giggled. "Too much?"
John laughed. "Hell no! But don't you think you should be getting dressed? You're going to be late."
She smiled at him. "I called in sick today." She stepped to within inches of him. "Would you like to continue our conversation from last night?" She asked as she threw her arms around his neck.
John wrapped his arms around her waist, then slid his hands down to her ass. He squeezed her ass cheeks as he pulled her into his body. He felt his desire for her kicking into overdrive. Their faces were inches from each other. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes!" Amanda gasped. She pulled herself up, squeezing his neck tight. Then she placed her mouth next to his ear to whisper something to him, as though it was a secret she didn't want anyone else to hear. "Take me. Don't be gentle. Take me however you want. As hard as you want. I want this. I want you."
John grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. He kissed her hard and deep, his tongue invading her mouth.
Amanda grabbed his head with both hands and held him tight. She didn't want him to break the kiss. The whole time her mind was raging with the question, could this be the man who breaks through her sexual hang-up and bring her to climax. She focused on one thing, and only that thing, pleasing him in every way.
John broke the kiss and bent down so he could scoop her up in his arms. "Where's your bedroom?"
Amanda giggled, her arms still wrapped around his neck. "Upstairs. Second door on the left. You don't want to start out down here?" She asked teasingly.
John started climbing the stairs. She wasn't the lightest woman he'd ever carried. But neither was she any problem for him. "You said to take you however I want. Can't do that on the couch." He smiled at her. "I'll save the couch for another time." He carried her into the bedroom and stood her next to her bed. His heart felt like it was going to pound outside of his chest as he stared down at her. "Lose the rob and teddy."
Amanda's whole body was trembling as she slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stood still, her chest heaving as John's eyes roamed up and down her body.
He reached out and cupped her breasts, still covered by the teddy. He lifted them, feeling their weight and firmness. "How big?" His voice was husky with lust.