If you've read my story "The Festival" you'll know who Amy is. She's a beautiful blonde girl in her late twenties, who used to be my girlfriend. "The Festival" is the story of how we went to the Glastonbury festival with two of our friends, Jen and Ste, and how things got really out of hand.
It started with a game of poker on the first night that degenerated into a foursome. The next day we met Amy's ex-girlfriend, Kate, and within an hour she was spraying all four of us with her pussy juice. Then I went with Amy and Kate to meet Keira, Kate's eighteen-year old French cousin, and I spent a night fucking all three of them. The next morning it started getting really screwed up with Kate taking her pain fetish too far, and me and Amy really falling out.
The upshot was that Jen and I left the festival together, and have been together ever since. That weekend at Glastonbury was almost two years ago and Jen and I now live together in a flat in London. We're engaged, and we're getting married in November.
That's all another story though. This story is about what happened when Amy showed up at our flat six months ago. I'd not seen her since the festival. In fact the last time I'd seen her I'd been looking in through the windows of our rented motorhome at her being tied up by Kate and Ste, then roughly fucked in the ass by him, and fisted in the pussy by her. She'd been in a lot of pain, but what had really shocked me was that she'd been really enjoying it.
We'd spoken on the phone a couple of times after that night, but hadn't seen each other. She'd calmly accepted that I was with Jen, and had come round to my flat one morning when I was out to collect her toothbrush and empty out the drawer of her belongings. It was a strange way to end a relationship of three years. I'd loved Amy, and, although I was totally happy with Jen, I'd always hoped to see Amy again one day. Just to see how she was getting on.
So, when I answered my door one Saturday afternoon last September to see Amy standing on my doorstep, it was quite a surprise.
I stood there for what felt like a long time not sure of what to say.
She was as beautiful as ever. She'd cut her blonde hair short, and it really suited her that way. It was a warm morning and she was wearing a tight pink t-shirt stretched across her 38D tits, and a short, black skirt that showed her smooth, tanned legs all the way down to her high-heeled black strappy sandals.
"Hi, Nick," she said uncertainly, and reached up to peck me on the cheek.
I snapped out of my reverie, saying, "Hi Amy!", and pulling her towards me, into the sort of embrace you give an ex, someone you've slept with for three years but you're no longer intimate with. She squeezed back and I felt her breasts crush up against my chest, and my cock responded with an involuntary twitch.
I pulled away from her. "Come in," I said and led the way into our living room, where we stood smiling at each other, neither of us sure what to say next.
Eventually, she said: "Jen not in?"
"Er, no," I said, uncomfortably. "She's at her mum's in Brighton for the afternoon. She won't be back till later this evening."
Amy nodded and stared at her shoes. I wasn't sure what to say or do. Why had she turned up out of the blue like this?
"So," I began uncertainly. "How are you?"
Amy began to smile, but faltered halfway there. Her chin and lower lip began to wobble and her eyes filled with tears. She was trying to control it, but it was too much. She burst out with a wail: "Awful, Nick. I don't know what to do. I'm not good at all."
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me again. "What's happened?" I asked.
She was sobbing into my chest, heaving with emotion. I reached up to stroke her hair and to brush the tears from her cheeks. "It's ok, Amy. Don't worry. It's ok."
After a couple of minutes, she'd cried herself out and breathing in deeply, she looked up at me, her blue eyes rimmed with red.
"I'm so sorry," she said. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I just didn't know where else to go."
"That's ok, Amy. It's good to see you. Are you going to tell me what's happened though?"
She sat down on the sofa and I sat next to her. She took another deep breath, trying to control herself. "I've left Kate."
"You've left Kate? Were you with Kate?"
"Didn't you know?" She looked genuinely surprised.
I didn't want to tell her I'd had better things to worry about than who she was or wasn't sleeping with, so I said: "Sorry yes, of course you were. So, you split up? Why?"
Another tear ran down her cheek as she looked at the wooden floor. "She's horrible."
I could have told you that a year ago, I thought, but decided not to say it. I thought back to Kate's cruel streak and her predilection for inflicting pain on her sexual partners.
"I'm so sorry, Amy," I said, reaching out to hold her hand. "Tell me about it. What did she do?"
Amy left her hand in mine and began to tell her story.
"I should have known what I was getting into. I mean she was pretty full on that time at Glastonbury. But I liked it then. It really turned me on. I don't know if it was because I was losing you to Jen, or what, but I liked being tied up and hurt a bit. She never hurt me too much. Just enough so it was exciting.
"And it stayed like that for a long time. When we got back to London I moved in with her straight away and the sex was incredible. I'd only ever been in relationships with men, so I'd never known that sex with a woman could be so good.
"On the first night I lived with her, I got back home and found her lying naked on the bed surrounded by candles. She'd undressed me silently, then tied my hands together and kissed every inch of my body. By the time she reached my pussy it was on fire. I was desperate to feel her lips on me and I was arching my back, calling out her name. Then as soon as she ran her tongue over my clit I came. It was incredible. One of the best orgasms of my life. We didn't sleep that night. We did everything you could imagine with our hands and mouths, and her collection of sex toys."
I know I was meant to be listening sympathetically to a friend who'd just ended a relationship, but to be honest I was getting turned on by this story. I was picturing Amy thrashing about on the tongue of Kate, who although a complete bitch, was also a stunning redhead with amazing 38DD tits. I mean what man wouldn't be turned on by that image?
"Sex toys?" I said, seriously, as if it was an important factor in why the relationship went wrong. "Like what?"
I saw a smile flicker across Amy's face, before she resumed her serious expression and looked up at me wide-eyed: "She had so many I can't remember them all. I suppose the best one was the dildo she called The Beast. It is the biggest dildo you've ever seen. Later that evening, she had me on all fours, my hands still tied to the bed frame, and she slid that thing inside my pussy while she licked my ass. She had to go really slowly as it was so big. I mean you always filled me up, Nick, but this was something else. I don't know how she got it inside me. It was an amazing feeling though. Pain and phenomenal pleasure. When it was finally all the way in and she pushed the tip of her tongue inside my asshole I actually screamed with my orgasm. I came about six times before she finally pulled it out and then slowly licked it up and down, cleaning my juices off it."
I coughed and adjusted my position, so my erect cock wasn't digging into my jeans so much.
"I'm sorry," said Amy, sounding concerned and putting her hand on my thigh. "I don't mean to bore you with all the details. It's just that I don't want you to think it was always bad with Kate. At first we had such a good time."
"It sounds like it," I said, trying not to think about the sensation of Amy's hot hand resting on my leg, inches away from my throbbing cock.
"But then she started to change," Amy continued. "After a couple of months, she got bored of just having sex with me. She wanted to involve other people. I wasn't against the idea. I mean what we all did at Glastonbury was pretty amazing, despite how it all turned out. Wasn't it?"
I nodded.
"So I agreed we'd go out and find a man to fuck. We both put on our sexiest outfits – Kate in a low cut, floaty green dress and me in a short skirt and the tightest t-shirt I could find."
It occurred to me that that was exactly what Amy was wearing now. I'd seen Kate's green dress already and I could just picture how hot the pair of them would have looked.
"We went to a posh hotel on Park Lane and sat at the bar with our drinks. In the next hour we counted seventeen men who came up and asked if they could buy us a drink. Kate sent them all away until Rick came along. He was tall, well over six foot, lean and muscular with short blonde hair and a firm jawline covered in stubble. He said something to make us laugh and so we let him buy us drinks. It turned out he was an Aussie, visiting London on a business trip, and he was staying in the hotel.
"I guessed he was in his mid to late thirties, but he told us he wasn't married or even seeing anyone. I wasn't sure I believed him, but to be honest I didn't really care. Melbourne's a long way from London, and I was getting really turned on by the way he was looking at me, his eyes greedily taking in every inch of my body. I found myself staring at his big hands, imagining them holding my face, cupping my breasts, sliding into my pussy.
"Kate was obviously thinking similar thoughts as, after twenty minutes of talking, she suggested we take a bottle of wine up to his room. As soon as the lift doors closed she pressed herself up against him, kissing him fiercely and rubbing the outline of what looked like an impressively big cock through his trousers. I watched them, feeling my pussy grower hotter and wetter, until we arrived at our floor. Kate pulled him towards our room, and I followed them inside."
Amy stopped talking suddenly and looked at her watch.
"Oh my God, it's six o'clock. I didn't realise how long I'd been going on for. I'm so sorry, Nick. I should go."
