Water Par Fun

My mom and stepfather absolutely loved Amanda from the moment they met her.

Amanda helped my mom cook dinner, and within a short time, they were talking and joking around like they were old friends. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about how domestic it all seemed. My overactive imagination jumped ahead to thoughts of the future, about what it would be like to live with Amanda.

Dinner was great, and Amanda offered to help clean up after. My mom insisted that Amanda was a guest and didn't have to, but Amanda was already collecting plates and insisted even harder that she would help. As my mom followed Amanda into the kitchen carrying the rest of the dishes, she whispered, "She's a keeper."

We moved to the living room, and I couldn't help but smile as my mom started telling Amanda another embarrassing story of my childhood. Amanda held my hand the entire time. Ever since my father passed away, things had never seemed the same. Even though she didn't remarry until I was nearly eighteen, it still had been hard for me to get used to her being with someone else. She may have been able to find a new husband, but I was never going to be able to get my dad back. Amanda could tell whenever I felt myself slipping into a dark mood, and with a squeeze of my hand and a smile, I would start to feel better.

My mom asked if we would like a drink.

"We aren't twenty-one," I said.

"Come on. You are going to be spending the night here. Are you sure you won't have one drink?"

I looked to Amanda to check if she wanted one. I wasn't much of a drinker and didn't want to drink if she wasn't going to have one.

"I will take one," she said.

"Ok, me too."

"Great!" My mom said happily and disappeared into the kitchen. While we said we would only have one drink, we had never specified how big of a drink it would be, and my mom took advantage of that loophole. She came back, holding a giant Margaretta in each hand.

After setting down the drinks, my mom disappeared and returned with a stack of board games and a deck of cards. By the time I had half of my strawberry margarita, it was already getting hard for me to focus on what we were playing. I spent the rest of the round more focused on my drink than the game. I lost badly. I felt pleasantly warm all over, and I could feel the big stupid grin on my face.

Amanda finished her drink during the next round we played. We both lost that one. As Amanda leaned heavily against me and her already bubbly personality shined even brighter, I started to think that she was even more of a lightweight than I was. My mom excused herself, and when she came back, she held a blender in her hands and topped off both of our glasses without asking. We played games into the night. The matches became more about not doing better than your opponents but ensuring you didn't do worse than them.

My stepdad excused himself first. He had work in the morning and had to go to sleep. It was close to midnight when my mom said that she was tired and went to sleep. Amanda and I lay on the couch for a time. We were tired but too tired to get up and go to the guest bedroom prepared for us. I was sitting on the deep couch, and Amanda was lying with her head in my lap. I twirled a finger through her golden silken hair.

"I love you," she said thoughtfully.

"I love you too," I said. I saw a tear well up in her eyes, making them glisten as the first tears started to fall. "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Things have been going so perfectly, and I want us to last forever, but I am scared it won't."

"Why do you think that?" I asked her.

"It's just all too good to be true. I had a crush on the one boy who was nice to me. The hope of one day running into you again already seemed like a crazy one, and then the hope of us somehow being together seemed like an even crazier dream. Still, they were ones that I was happy to have because as long as you were a fantasy, there was no way that I could lose hope. And then it finally happens. We reconnect, start dating, and fall in love. Everything is so much better than what I ever could have imagined. It is great but also makes the fear of losing you much greater."

"I've thought the same thing," I confessed.

"You have?"

"Yeah, I was alone for so long. I never really thought that there was someone out there for me. It wasn't even something that made me sad anymore. I had just accepted it, and then you appeared in my life. I find myself overwhelmed by how much I love you. There are so many times when I see you smile, hear your laugh, or when we are making love that I think how incredibly lucky I was to find you," I said.

"So we both think we were lucky to find each other?" Amanda summarized.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," We held each other in silence for a time.

"I am sorry I got so sappy," Amanda said as she leaned against me.

"It's ok, we are drunk," I said and kissed the top of Amanda's head.

"Come on," Amanda said as she hopped onto her feet and held her hand down after stumbling for a second, "Let's go to bed."

We leaned against each other as we walked down the hall toward the guest bedroom. We tried and failed to be quiet as we bumped into furniture in the unfamiliar apartment in the dark. Luckily the guest room was on the opposite side of the apartment.

The bed was huge, and we sank into it like a cloud. We helped each other strip out of our clothes until we were down to our underwear. She was wearing cute pink panties and a bra that matched it. There were little red hearts patterned across her bra and panties. We lay on top of the blankets, it was warm in the apartment, but the ceiling fan provided enough cool air to make the room nearly perfect for sleeping above or below the blankets. We held each other and ran our hands up and down each other's bodies. I was horny, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to do anything while visiting my mom. My eyelids felt so heavy; all I could think about was sleep, and laying her and gently touching Amanda felt so nice.

Amanda had other ideas. After five minutes of our hands wandering, straying away from sexual touches, her hand started to linger on my thighs, getting closer to my dick with every pass. She did it slow enough that I wasn't sure if she was really trying to start anything or if her touch was still just a comforting one. It began to become torture as each time she ran her hand along the inside of my thigh, I thought this is it, she is finally going to touch me, but then she would pull her hand away at the last moment. Her teasing made me hard, waking me up along with my erection.

I started to mirror what she was doing to her, hoping that maybe I could make her as frustrated as she did me, but I didn't think it was working as well.

I was getting so frustrated that I wanted to grab her hand and drag it to my cock, but I held back. I was so focused on my frustration that I didn't think it would really happen when her hand started to creep back up my thigh. Her fingers traced across my erection through my boxers. I sighed. She slowly ran her fingers up and down my shaft, gradually increasing the pressure.

I slid my hand up her thigh and across her panties. I could feel her warmth as I started to rub her pussy through her thin panties.

We rubbed each other through the fabric for a few minutes. It was an odd feeling being so horny but also tired from the alcohol. It left me more patient in what we were doing.

I decided to try and advance things, so I slipped my hand inside her panties. Amanda moaned quietly and stopped touching me as I rubbed my fingers in a circular motion so that I could stimulate her lips and also brush up against her clit. Amanda recovered from the touch and slipped her hand inside the fly of my boxers. Her fingers brushed and then wrapped around my erection.

We lay there for a time, gently playing with each other. It felt good in both a comforting and a sexual way. I knew she would make me cum eventually, so I wasn't in a hurry to make her go faster. I became hyper-aware of every sound and touch around me as I savored the moment with Amanda. When the air conditioner was running was when Amanda allowed herself to moan louder. She would stifle her moans until then.

Eventually, the passion built up, and as we were getting closer to cumming, Amanda's moans were getting dangerously loud. She started to hump against my touch, and I felt her other hand rub her clit hard. I was amazed at how she was able to touch both of us at the same time without breaking stride.

"I love you," Amanda moaned.

"I love you," I said; the words were barely out when she kissed me deeply. Amanda started to hump even harder against our touch, and then I felt her tremble as she came. She began to moan loudly right when the air conditioner turned off. I kissed her hard, hoping to stifle the sounds of her moans so we didn't have to have any awkward conversations tomorrow morning. When she finally fell back into the bed, I held her tightly.

She quickly recovered and then moved down between my legs. She smiled at me before taking me in her mouth. She jerked me off while blowing me, the pleasure overwhelming.

"I'm about to cum," I warned Amanda. She redoubled her efforts and then started to cradle and play with my balls with her other hand. It put me over the edge, and with a groan, I started to cum when Amanda had nearly my entire length inside her mouth. Because she was still playing with my balls as I came, each load I shot felt even better than the last. Amanda dutifully swallowed every load. Amanda pulled back so that just the tip of my cock was in her mouth, and she started to milk out the last of my cum by pressing up along my shaft with her hand. After she swallowed all of my cum, she gave my cock a playful little kiss.

She pulled one of my old t-shirts from her bag and slipped it on after taking off her bra. I was already mostly asleep when she got back into bed with me.

I woke up to the smell of bacon and other breakfast food cooking. When I reached out across the bed, I didn't find Amanda there, so I opened my eyes and saw that I was alone. My head was killing me. The glare of sunlight peeking through the curtain seemed abnormally bright. I told myself I would never drink again if it meant dealing with this the next morning. I dressed, used the restroom, and walked to the kitchen. My mom and Amanda were cooking breakfast together, chatting and laughing even more than the night before.

"I told you he would wake up once we almost had all the food cooked," Amanda said.

"Yeah, he always would sleep in as a kid, which was crazy because he also was always taking a lot of naps. I remember one time when he was in elementary school, and it was during the winter. He took a nap when he got home from school and slept for hours. When he woke up, he started to get ready for school. He thought it was the next day and was late for school. We were so confused when he walked out into the living room with his backpack over his shoulder and went to the front door to go and wait for the bus," they laughed together.

I squeezed past them so that I could grab a cup of coffee."You could have told me when I went out of the door. I waited ten minutes at the bus stop, wondering where everyone was and why the bus was so late."

"Awe, my poor little sleepyhead," Amanda said as she hugged me from behind. I wanted to be cranky, but that was hard when she hugged me. Breakfast was terrific, and even though it didn't make my headache go away, all the food I, along with the coffee, helped me shake off the grogginess from my hangover.