"Look," I finally started," would you like a drink?" She sighed and nodded rather emphatically. It was early in the evening, so rum and Coke seemed to be an okay starter. It seemed to work too, before long Amanda was more than a little tipsy and free speaking.
In fact, she must have regained her confidence as she started stroking my arm while we were talking. Since she was much shorter than me, I found myself looking down the front of her dress. As I stared at the swell of her breasts, I realised for the first time that her dress had spaghetti straps, and she wasn't wearing a bra! Amanda had come prepared.
"So," I said, knowing that conversation was wearing thin," what exactly did Katrina tell you?"
"Everything," she said the word so slowly that I couldn't tell if she was being sexy or if she was drunk. "That's why I'm here," she continued," I want you to do to me what you did to her." If you think it's possible, I became aroused without having an erection, just like with Katrina.
"Okay," I said, and started towards my bedroom. I had to half carry Amanda; she was definitely a little drunk. We rushed things more than when I was with Katrina. I think Amanda was desperate for a release, or maybe just the attention. We were stripping each other frantically, the biggest problem was Amanda's shoes, and she nearly tripped herself.
She had such a hard time with her shoes I told her to leave them on. She seemed to agree, and from her vantagepoint on the floor, she ripped down my trousers and underpants. She was about to suck on my flaccid dick when I stopped her.
"Katrina didn't do that. She was the centre of attention, okay?" Amanda didn't seem too disappointed. She stood rather unsteadily and leapt into my arms. With her legs around my waist, she almost dragged me down, so I had to lean her back against the wall. Then began the furious kissing, while I somewhat roughly kneaded her buttocks in my hands.
Amanda was a lot less subdued than Katrina was. She kept clenching her legs, mimicking thrusting motions. It still didn't cause an erection, but the feeling in her ass cheeks as her muscles tensed and relaxed was amazing. But she grew impatient, breaking lip contact.
"I want you to do it to me, now!" Who was I to argue? I laid her back on my bed in much the same way I had with Katrina, pelvis at the edge allowing easy access. I took a brief moment to drink in the image of my lover.
Where Katrina was tall, dark and skinny; Amanda was short, light and round. She wasn't fat, she was voluptuous. Small pockets of body fat rounding out her very womanly curves, around her hips, breasts, her ass was very soft to touch. She didn't have a flat stomach, but then again, neither did I. She just had a bit of a soft, round belly. While Amanda was definitely beautiful, there was one word that summed her up even better: sexy.
When Amanda became a little restless, I decided that was enough looking, time to start the music. I went in to her lips, before moving down her throat, kissing all the way. I took the same path as with Katrina, down between her breasts, stopping to flick from side to side, sucking her erect nipples, nibbling slightly.
I don't know if it was the alcohol or if she was ticklish, but nearly every kiss I planted on her body caused her to giggle. I didn't mind, her giggles made her tits bounce and her belly quiver. And the look on her face was almost indescribable: a silly little smile that hid the knowledge of what we were doing.
Continuing down her stomach, her giggles became soft moans and heavy breathing. When I reached her pubic mound and her almost white hair, her breathing was erratic and shallow. I paused to inhale her womanly aroma, pleased that I had aroused her so much. I fondled her thighs, planting kisses on them, before I moved back her private hole.
I hesitated at her pussy, and I heard Amanda suck in a deep breath, and hold it. I glanced up to see her face contorted in concentration; brow furrowed, mouth set in a grimace, then she looked at me, a plea in her eyes. I lightly blew across her vulva, her eyes glazed, her face relaxed and her head dropped back to the bed.
Then I set to, licking large circles around her cunt lips, my own lips brushing against her swollen clit on every pass. All I could hear was Amanda's ragged breathing, punctuated with the occasional moan. Amanda definitely needed a release; she was sitting on so much pent up sexual energy that before long she was crying out.
"I'm coming, oh God, I don't believe how good this is I'm coming!" she screamed so loud, I'm sure anyone in the vicinity knew a miracle had occurred. After words failed her she continued to moan and groan while her body twisted and turned every way possible. When she regained the power of speech she was most grateful.
"Oh God, I haven't felt like that since... I've never felt like that! What did you do?!" I simply smiled at her.
"More?" I said.
"Hell yes!" she laughed, and relaxed her body while I attacked her cunt again. She was instantly responsive, spouting unintelligible words as I warmed up her clit for more action. When I had her clit standing proudly from her lips I spread them wide open. I gazed with fascination at her glistening red centre, her very core of sexual power.
The way her cunt pulsated was incredible; her pussy pushed out so much that it opened her vagina wide. I watched as her lubricants leaked out, pouring down into her ass crack. When I had my fill of staring, I decided to give her a poke, and slipped two fingers into her accommodating pussy. While I fingered her, I went back to sucking her clit, causing a slight shudder to ripple through my lover's body.
