Buddies Forever Ch 02

Author's Note: Ch. 01 appeared in January 2005. If you haven't read it or it's been a long time since you did, please re-read. You'll be lost without Ch. 01.

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Amy opened one eye and saw the sun shining through the gap between the blinds and the window frame. She rolled from the light. Much too early to get up and besides she had to get back to her thoughts...the most romantic, no, erotic...no, wonderful images of her and Jeff. Her hand wandered down her body, over her tummy, into her panties to the wet heat between her thighs.

She brushed two fingers over her swollen button and let out a deep sigh. Last night in Jeff's basement bedroom, his tongue had lapped at her, devoured her as he brought on one orgasm after another that left her whimpering and drained. Amy hadn't been able to concentrate on his cock probing deeply in her mouth. Jeff finally grabbed his shaft and within seconds spurted his cum onto her breasts and following standard procedure, massaged his semen into her tingling nipples. Amy didn't have the strength to laugh but the view of her soaked nipples and breasts absorbing the cum from his fingers left her shivering.

Lying in her bed, a smile on her face and tingling from a tiny orgasm, she decided it was time to get up and help her mother with the holiday dinner. There would be plenty of time that night for them to continue their erotic journey. She giggled.

Light shining between the blinds and the window frame!

Her eyes popped open. She saw a chest of drawers against the wall.

It can't be...it can't be. I'm still asleep.

She closed her eyes tightly.

This is impossible.

Amy rolled toward the light and opened her eyes...blinds! Her bedroom had curtains, yellow with tiny blue flowers and...

There was a knock at the door and she rose from the bed and opened it.

'Hi, are you...Amy?' Jeff stared at her, totally nude except for panties. She looked glassy-eyed.

Is she on drugs? Impossible! Amy doesn't even like taking aspirin.

He realized there were people milling in the hallway and he slipped into the room and closed the door. Grabbing the robe from the closet door, he helped her into it. With his arms wrapped around her, he pressed her to him, holding her tightly.

'Amy, you're shaking. Tell me what happened.'

She didn't respond.

'Who were you out with last night?'

Again she didn't answer him.

'Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?'

'No.'

'C'mon sit down. Tell me what happened.'

'I...I don't know. Jeff, what's today's date?'

'Uh...November 12.'

'Oh God!'

'What?'

'I had this dream last night.'

'A nightmare?'

'Uh unh.'

'What was it about?'

'I can't talk about it now...Jeff, I need to be alone. I have to think this through.'

'Why don't you talk about it. Maybe I can help you understand it.'

'Jeff, believe me. You're the last person who could help me.'

'Huh?'

'Go to class. I'm OK. I'll talk to you later.'

'You sure?'

'Yes.'

'OK...be back at 11:30 and I'll bring something to eat. We have Evil History at 2:30 so we'll have plenty of time to talk. That's what buddies are for...right?'

'Uh...I'm not sure.' She was blushing.

'Huh?'

'Go...now.'

Amy sat at her desk staring at the calendar...Friday, November 12, 2004.

A dream! Wishful thinking? Maybe I hadn't been sleeping at all. Maybe I had been fantasizing, except this wasn't fantasy...it was real! Real, get a grip, girl. This wasn't real!

She remembered a section in her Psych book about dream analysis.

No analysis needed here...just two horny teenagers humping like rabbits! OK, you've got a brain...use it. Outline it, summarize, draft.

She was going to write it, down to the gnat's eyelash, every detail she could remember. Maybe some publisher would love a teenager's fantasy. Maybe Jeff would like to read it...no...YES!!!

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Amy knocked on Jeff's door and walked into the room. She handed him a binder and he noticed the cover had printed on it 'My Dream'.

'Finally. Is it a fantasy?'

'Maybe. You'll have to read it and see for yourself.'

'It must have been quite a dream...twenty-four printed pages?'

As he began reading, Amy sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him.

'Holy shit!....Lynn?'

'I don't know anybody named Lynn.'

She watched his facial expression for any kind of reaction. It was like looking through a kaleidoscope; she saw shock that changed to embarrassment, then amazement and finally to desire. Then he looked at her. She wondered if this was a mistake.

He probably thinks I'm a real nut case.

Maybe he wouldn't see it as she did...a sign of her feelings for him, but she was definitely prepared to prove her point.

Jeff turned the page. Amy gulped. She knew the script, page by page. He was reading the part about spanking. Noticing him adjust the crotch of his sweatpants, she realized there was some action there.

What a perv...but why am I getting aroused. He's a perv, but I'm a...slut!... Oh shit. If he looks down he's going to see my nipples pushing out my t-shirt.

Amy couldn't resist, didn't want to resist, running her fingers over the bulge in his sweats. His cock pulsed at her touch, his face now a picture of shock.

'Uh, Amy. Do you know what you're doing?'

'Uh huh.'

As she continued to rub her fingers up and down his shaft, he just stared at her...open-mouthed. He couldn't find words to speak. The binder dropped from his hand to the floor. She reached for the waist of his pants and as he automatically lifted his bottom, she pulled the sweats to his ankles and over his feet.

He moaned, 'Oh God!'

'Well, it's C!'

That remark shocked him. 'C!!! Most...uh, observers give it an A!'

'No, Jeff. This is a C.' It definitely met her expectation. C was beautiful...if you could call a cock beautiful...broad, thick, long, pulsing...the head almost purple. Amy shivered.

'And what makes you an authority?' He was baiting her.

'If you keep reading you'll find out.'

His mouth dropped open but that didn't prevent his hands from reaching for the top of her t-shirt and pulling it over her head...Amy happily assisting. His mouth still open, he stared at her breasts. A week earlier in her room he hadn't really looked, well, anyway not in the way he was looking now. They were beautiful; he could think of no other way to describe them. There was one other word...perfection.

His hands were shaking as he covered her breasts, fingers punishing the nipples. Amy's hand circled the root of his meat and she ran her hot, wet tongue up the shaft, flicking the head. He groaned loudly as her tongue danced around him before she sucked the head into her mouth. Every nerve ending in his body screamed as her mouth traveled down his cock.

Amy's arousal was flaring as she felt her juices oozing down her inner thigh. She popped his erection out of her mouth and stared up at him.

Jeff moaned, 'Amy, are you sure you know what you're doing?'

'Absolutely, Jeff. If you continue reading you'll find out and that part isn't fantasy!' She laughed.

Jeff looked at the binder on the floor and then at his hands on her beautiful, swollen tits. He struggled with the decision but he couldn't get past the words...'and that part isn't fantasy' so he picked up the binder. He swore he heard a perky nipple shout at him, 'Asshole!'

As he continued his reading, Amy continued her chore. His mind wandered from the text to Amy's out-of-character actions.

This is absolutely unbelievable.

She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and laved it with her tongue.

'God', he groaned. 'How am I supposed to concentrate?'

'Oh, sorry Jeff. Do you want me to stop?'

'I didn't say that, did I?'

Amy labored over his beautiful specimen.

He claims to read 600 words a minute but he hasn't turned the page in eight minutes. I guess he's distracted. Oh, woman, you are wicked, wicked...wicked.

He was moaning constantly and Amy, even lacking experience, knew where this was heading...no bullhorn needed. He was pumping hard into her mouth and she had to back up with each push to keep from gagging.

Make a decision fast, girl...Oops, too late!

Jeff shrieked, 'Amy...I'm coming!'

She opened her lips slightly as his cum exploded into her mouth and dribbled down his cock as she continued sucking. When she looked up at him she knew he was off in another world, still hard as stone, but clean as a newborn babe and squeegeed dry.

There was a knock at the door. 'Jeff?' It was Matt, his next-door roommate.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

'Jeff, are you there?'

'Yeah, Matt, what's up?' Amy giggled. Jeff put his finger to his lips. She giggled again as she continued to pump his shaft.

'Amy's mom called on the dorm phone. She's been trying to reach her and she's not answering her cell. Ya know where she is?'

'Yeah, I know where she is.'

She's on her knees worshipping my bone! Where the hell did that come from? She's my buddy, isn't she? Oh, shit.

'I'll see she gets the message right away. Thanks, Matt.'

'Uh, Jeff. Are you alone?'

'No.'

'Sorry about that. See ya later.'

'Here, Amy. Use my phone.'

"Uh, Jeffrey. Don't you have anything to say?'

'You mean...yeah, I feel like we crossed a line tonight...as wide as a football field, but

nobody blew a whistle.'

'You know I'm not a whistle blower, right?'

'Well, you can't excel in all "sports", can you?'

'Jeff, are you OK with this?'

'Yeah, I am.'

'Was it as good for you as it was for me?'

'Ye Gods. Make your phone call, you hellion!'

'Could you dial for me? I'm busy.' They stared at each other as he made the call.

'Hi, Mom...yeah, I didn't realize it was so late. My phone is on charger and I'm in Jeff's room...uh huh...well, I was slaving over a real hard problem, real deep stuff, but I finally got it licked...Jeff?...he's OK. Well, actually he got a C and he thought it was an A.' Amy covered the phone and laughed. Jeff was as red as a beet; either shock or he was about to come again! She eased off slightly. 'Uh huh...Jeff, Mom says when you're young these little defeats mean nothing. You can bounce right back up...Jeff!!!!...no, it's OK, Mom.' He looked like he swallowed a peach pit. 'Uh huh...hey, that's what buddies are for. I know I can always lift his spirit.. Hey, I already have....yeah, OK, Mom, talk to you next week. Bye. Mom says bye, Jeff. Bye, Mom.'

'Amy, I think I ought to check the size of your balls!'

'I have a better idea, Jeff. Go back to your reading and I'll stop the distraction.'

'Aw, shucks.' He picked up the binder again. It appeared that he was devouring each syllable, probably reading no more than forty words a minute. 'Amy, how do I know what's fantasy and what's reality?'

'Where are you...on the road to the cabin?'

'Yeah. How did you know?'

'A woman knows those things.' She giggled.

'Right. I shouldn't have asked.'

'After the part where we finish dinner, it's 98% fantasy. I'll know when you get there.'

Several minutes later she realized C was back...actually more than back. He was throbbing.

'We're on the sofa, right?'

'Now you're reading my thoughts?'

'It's not your thoughts I'm reading. Do you need a hand?' She laughed.

'I don't think so. I'm doing fine on my own.'

Yeah, I guess you are.

She noticed the pre-cum glistening on the head of his penis. She wondered if she could get there before it hit the floor.

He kept reading, occasionally looking up at her.

Ohmygod, today is Friday, the 19

th

, the day we left for the cabin.

Could he see her arousal, sense her arousal, smell her arousal. She was as turned on as he was. It was like they were living every moment together. He laughed, he smiled and sometimes just throbbed, violently.

"BAM...JLB...shouldn't it be P for pussy?...Oh, God!' He was laughing hysterically.

'Amy, this is too much. If I didn't know how honest you are I'd swear you made this up. Un-fucking-believable!'

Jeff was staring at her nipples; maybe mesmerized was a better word. There was pre-cum glistening on his cock. She knew exactly where he was in the text. 'C?...C!, he roared.

On a scale of 1 to 10, he gets a 12...C, that is!

Ten minutes later he put down the text. He stared at her, couldn't decide whether she was blushing or flushed. He decided flushed.

'I got a question for you. Are you really a slut?'

'I don't know. How many buddies have sucked your cock?'

'Take your clothes off and get into bed.'

'Sir, is it OK if I get my cell phone and toothbrush first?'

'Yeah, but be real quick about it.'

She raced to the door. 'Amy...did you forget something?' He was waving her t-shirt.

'Oh yeah.'

In a flash, she was back, wearing a long, belted robe and her Mickey Mouse slippers. Off came the slippers, she opened the belt and let the robe slip from her shoulders to the floor.

'Ta-dah!' She was getting to enjoy his wide-eyed stare and open mouth expression. 'Hello, Amy to Jeff...Well, I'm not sure what you think, but C looks pleased.' She twirled around slowly. He looked like a cigar store Indian except that his spear was standing on its own.

He gulped and finally spoke. 'Turn around again...God, what an ass..et!'

'Ha, I knew it all along. You're an ass man!'

'No. no...I...uh...like the whole package. You're beautiful!'

'Only out of my clothes, huh?'

'No...No!' He walked toward her.

'Take another step and I yell rape!'

'Could you yell from the bed?'

'Sure...on my back with my legs spread?'

'Uh, yeah.'

'OK.'

The view was breathtaking. He was on his knees, each hand holding an ankle as he surveyed the landscape; lush valleys, a grassy glen, high-peaked mountains. All Amy focused on as she licked her lips was a throbbing C. As Jeff poetically described what he saw, she closed her eyes. There's a time and place for everything and right now she didn't need poetry. Her anxiety level was way off the top of the chart. She saw herself being bludgeoned by a hot, thick hunk of man-meat. She was about to tell him her thoughts when she felt his lips and tongue following a path from her calf down her inner thigh. Every fiber in her body was as tight as a snare drum.

'Amy, move your...'

There was a loud, clanging bell sound from the hallway.

Oh shit. They don't hold fire drills at night. We're outta here!'

'Jeff, my clothes....'

'In the robe, Amy, let's go.' He pulled on his sweats and a denim jacket and they raced from the dorm.

There was a large group of people about seventy yards in front of the building and they joined them. Jeff stood directly behind her.

'Jeff, it's cold out here.'

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into his body. 'If you hike up the back of your robe I can make it warmer.'

Turning her head she said, 'Sorry, too late slowpoke. Next time, less words, more action!' The words surprised her but there was safety in numbers and the crowd now exceeded several hundred.

Matt walked over to them. 'Hey, Jeff, any more like this one in Mason County?'

'Matt, don't get the wrong idea. We're just trying to stay warm.'

'Man, I wish I had a buddy like Amy.' Matt laughed and walked away to talk to a friend.

'Jeff, we gotta find a slut for that guy and get him laid. He moans half the night pounding the monkey. Actually, I could ask him to move his bed to the other wall.' She giggled.

'I'm not worried about him. How about us getting laid?'

'Your room or mine?'

Ron, the RA, spoke through a loud speaker. 'Can I have your attention. In about twenty minutes we can enter the building. We had a fire in a hallway trashcan. Everything's under control. People, go to your rooms immediately and stay there. Uni rules say we need a headcount. Thanks for your cooperation.'

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

'What a way to end the night!'

'Uh, excuse me. You got off today. I'll be keeping Matt up half the night. Damn, I forgot I need new batteries for my vibrator.' She was back in full banter mode.

'You got a vibrator?'

'Wouldn't you like to know.'

'Seriously, Amy, I got a lab tomorrow and a meeting with my advisor after that. Can we hook up around 4:00 PM?

'Are you speaking literally or figuratively?'

'Uh, I'll let you know tomorrow, but don't put on too many layers. OK?'

'Promises, promises!'

'Can I kiss you goodnight?'

'Jeff, I think I'd rather keep you on edge. That means horny, if you didn't get the first part.'

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It was past 6:00 PM and Jeff still hadn't returned. On the way to check his room, she saw Matt coming down the hall.

'Amy, you know Jeff's in the hospital?'

'What!!!!'

'He was hit by some jerk on a cycle. They cast his leg. I just saw Ron pull into the parking lot. Maybe he'll give you a lift.'

Amy yelled, 'Thanks, Matt', as she raced down the hall. The RA was leaning against his car talking with another student. She told him what happened and he quickly agreed to drive her to the facility.

She ran through the building to reception and got his location. Exiting the elevator, she ran to the nurses' station.

'I'm looking for Jeff Clarkson.'

'Room 304, Miss, down the hall...don't worry, he's fine although he'll try to convince you that he's dying.'

'That doesn't sound like Jeff.'

'Hmmm, well he did hit his head when he fell. That's why we're keeping him overnight. You know, observation.'

Amy ran down the hallway until she found his room. 'Jeff...how's C?'

'Oh, Amy, don't make me laugh. I'm in serious pain.'

'Well, at least you know who C is!'

'He's gone and I'm not sure he's coming back.'

'Should I go looking for another stud?'

'Amy! It hurts to laugh.'

'Tell me what happened. Why are they keeping you?'

'This dude came flying around the corner on a Honda cycle and ran me down. When I fell I hit my head, not hard, but they wanted to run some tests so they're keeping me overnight. The tests were fine...no concussion. I'm sure they'll let me go tomorrow. I felt a little shaky before but I'm OK now.'

'Can't they give you pain killers?'

'I got some just before you arrived. They're kicking in now.'

'Oh, great. Can we talk about C now?'

'Uh, yeah, but you better talk fast. They're going to throw you out at 8 o'clock.'

'I'm staying tonight. I'll wake this whole place if they try to kick me out.'

'Amy, stand back...that outfit. It's just like the one in your dream...green sweater and plaid skirt.'

'Uh huh.' She swung around, lifted the back of the skirt and flashed him. You like?'

'Holy shit!'

'Did you say something?'

'Uh unh. That was C!'

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'Miss, visiting hours are over.'

'Nurse, I'm a family member. I'm staying tonight.'

'A family member?'

'Yes. I'm his...uh, wife.' The nurse's face had disbelief written across it. 'We just got married last weekend. It's the first time I've called myself his wife.'

'Gosh, this is a heck of a way to spend a honeymoon.'

'It sure is!'

'I'll move a recliner in. It's more comfortable than the chair. I can't let you use the other bed in case another patient arrives.'

'Thanks, nurse. You're really kind.'

'Mrs. Clarkson, are you a freshman also?'

'Yes, I am.'

'Uh huh.'

Amy gulped hard as the nurse left the room. She looked at Jeff who had apparently fallen asleep.

He must be beat!

'Oh, Mrs. Clarkson, are you a freshman also? Yes, I am...' He roared with laughter.

'Would you like to spend the night alone, smart ass?'

'Hell, no. Flash me again, wife!'

'Actually, it's beddy-bye-time. Now go to sleep.'

'I guess you're right. Do me a favor. Close the drapes; the moon is shining right in my face...and turn the overhead light off...and pull the bed curtain around so it blocks the light from the hall.'