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Amanda was a typical young woman in many respects. At eighteen, she had just graduated from high school and would soon be attending classes at the local college in the fall. By all outward appearances, she was as normal as anyone else.
However, there was something about Amanda that most people didn’t know. Amanda had two sides to her personality. No, she wasn’t technically a split personality; her single personality just had two completely opposite sides to it. She could seemingly control these opposing sides, deciding when she would act in one way and when she would act in another.
On one side was the Amanda that most people saw. A caring, nice, warmhearted young woman who would go out of her way to help others. She never drank beer or swore, and was considered the sensible one among her group of friends. She was even involved in local charities and was an adult leader in our church’s youth group.
On the other side was what might be called the “evil” Amanda. Most people never saw this side of her, because she kept it under control. When this side came out, Amanda became a wild, fun loving fanatic who was only out to please herself. She attended parties and raves, but only far enough away from where she lived that no one she knew would be there. She loved to swear and talk dirty, and was always craving a beer. She was also very moody and garnered an attitude, and wasn’t afraid to shoot her mouth off enough that at times she became a nuisance to those around her. The nice Amanda with morals was all but gone when this side came out, though at times she still held back.
Most people didn’t know about all of this. I was one of those people for the longest time. Then something happened to change my entire perspective on Amanda.
One of Amanda’s favorite games to play was to try to briefly show her “evil” side without letting anyone notice it or even that it existed at all. Many times, this came in the form of teasing guys for a short period of time and then pretending that nothing took place at all.
It’s not as if she didn’t have the body to tease the men with, either. Amanda was fairly small and skinny, but believe me she was by no means a human twig. She wore her medium length brown hair in a variety of styles, most often tied up in some odd way on the back of her head. Her skin was a smooth cream color, and she had one of the cutest faces I’ve ever seen. Her breasts were probably average in size, but on her they looked a bit larger than average. Her legs were very shapely and sexy, and to this date I have never seen a woman with a nicer ass than Amanda had.
I was the one that Amanda teased more often than anyone else, or so I would later discover. You see, I knew Amanda from several places, but the most frequent places I had encountered her was at the church. I had gotten to know Amanda and her family fairly well, or so I thought.
Amanda knew me better than she knew most guys, because her family and my family had attended the same church for most of both of our lives up to that point. Actually, we had been pretty close friends ever since we were young. I think that’s why she decided to pick on me with her teasing tactics more than she did so with anyone else.
Often I would catch Amanda’s eyes fixed on me, and she would quickly avert her gaze. A few seconds later, she would just happen to bend over with her ass facing my direction, or she would just happen to stretch enough that her shirt would tighten over her chest enough for me to clearly see the outline of her tits, nipples and all.
You see, she had it all figured out. If someone were to notice her and even think about putting two and two together, it still only looked as if she didn’t realize what she were doing and the kind of view she was giving me. I later found out that she had worked this game with many other guys as well.
Anyway, it all came together one night at a mutual friend’s birthday party. Ryan was celebrating his eighteenth birthday, and to top it all off, his parents were out of town. So naturally, there was a party at his house that night.
Amanda and I both attended this party, along with about thirty or so others. It wasn’t a huge party, but it was all of Ryan’s close friends. To make a long story shorter and spare some of the rather boring details, all but four people had left by three in the morning, mainly because Ryan didn’t want anything to happen to his parents furniture, which already looked like hell as it was.
Amanda, myself, Ryan, and his girlfriend Stacey were the only ones who remained. I wasn’t Ryan’s best friend, but I was a good friend of his. Seeing as how Amanda and I were the only sober people left (Amanda would never show her “evil” side at a party where people knew her), I wanted to make sure Ryan wouldn’t try to drive in the condition he was in.
Eventually, Ryan and Stacey went into another room. When they didn’t return, I went to check on them only to find Stacey removing Ryan’s pants as I opened the door. I quickly backed out of the room and returned to the main living room, where Amanda was waiting.
And I mean she was waiting in every sense of the word. She had removed her shirt and jeans and was resting against one end of the couch wearing only her bra and panties. I quickly pushed my hands into my own jean pockets to adjust my growing erection when she beckoned to me with a sexy hand gesture.
I wasn’t going to argue with something like that. I had wanted Amanda from the moment I first saw her, and here was my golden opportunity. The only thought that crossed my mind was that she wasn’t even drunk. The thought was quickly escorted out of my mind by another: Amanda was just a tease, and nothing more. I could tell that much from the way she acted all the time. There would be no action for me with her, tonight or any other night.
Amanda got up from the couch, took my by the hand, and led me into the guest room. Once we were inside the room, she pressed her lips to mine in what I would describe as a rather violent kiss. In the back of my mind I knew that she was only teasing me, because that’s all she ever did. But my body only responded to one thing, and that was her touch.
Amanda began tugging on the bottom of my shirt, so I took it off and tossed it aside. We kissed again very forcefully. Then she said something that almost made me come in my pants:
“Touch me. I want to feel your hands on my body.” Just like that. In a calm yet sexy voice.
I wasn’t going to refuse that request, not by a long shot. Embracing her, I reached behind and moved my hands down to feel the best ass I had ever seen in my life. She began to unsnap and then unzip my jeans, eventually pulling them off of my sock covered feet. My shoes were out in the living room, where I’d kicked them off earlier.
Amanda stopped me only long enough to unfasten her bra, which dropped to the floor revealing her tits, which were only more spectacular without clothing to cover them. She also slid her panties off over her feet, showing me her entire naked body. Needless to say, a rather large tent was being pitched within my own underwear.
Moving back towards me, Amanda pulled off my underwear, then jumped onto the bed and motioned for me to join her. She did this as if I was going to walk out or something, which is quite humorous to me now as I look back on it.
I lay down beside her and continued to kiss her and feel her body, my hands roaming to touch her ass and tits, then finally trailing down between her legs. Amanda had placed her own hand on my shaft, and seemed content to simply hold onto it without doing anything.
Suddenly she let go of my penis and pushed my hand away from her. She stood up, and I asked her what was wrong.
“We can’t do this. It’s not right.” she said.
The beginnings of frustration were setting in for me. “Well then why did you even bring me into this room?”
