*** Author's Note ***
This is the continuation of "Loving Danica through Amanda", which was told by Audrey. This story, however, is told by Danica.
When I woke up, Audrey was gone. For a split second, I thought that it all might have been a dream and my heart sank. But I soon realized that I was lying in Audrey's bed and there was still the heavy aroma of sex hanging in the air. Throwing the covers off me and sitting up on the side of Audrey's bed, I surveyed my sticky naked body to find that I had a few fresh bite marks, a couple of sweet hickeys and several fingernails scratches all over me.
The sheets were still damp, reeking of spent sweat and sex; as I ran my fingers through my hair, I found that it too was laden with remnants of Audrey's excitement. As I stumbled over to the window, my toes came in contact with a delightfully soft fabric. Looking down, I found Audrey's panties under my foot and immediately snapped them up. Glancing around, I also found her bra not too far away, but the rest of the clothing she had so sexily stripped off for me last night was missing. The thought of Audrey running around not wearing a bra and panties, combined with the delectable odors of her sex still hanging in the air around me was starting to get me hot again.
Pressing the soft cotton of her panties to my face, I inhaled deeply of her sex. Closing my eyes, I ran my hand sensually down the front of my body with her panties wrapped around my fingers and let them tease all around and over my slit through the still damp fabric. Seeing Audrey's gorgeous naked body in my mind, I realized that my greatest sexual fantasy of the last three years had finally come true! I had a night of wild and unbridled sex with my best friend Wendy's mom - Mrs. Thompson.
Contrary to what she may have told you, Audrey has always been an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman. True, she has really toned up and sculpted her body considerably since her divorce, but she has always been sexy and I have wanted her ever since I was a sophomore in high school. I didn't really know or understand why I became so attracted to Audrey; I wasn't a lesbian! In fact I'd never even thought about being with another woman. I had always really liked guys and when it came to the Thompson family, Wendy's older brother Nick had always been the object of my affections. But one fateful Friday night, Wendy had a few of us girls over for a slumber party and Audrey forever captured my sexual imagination that night. It was the night that she and Wendy's father had decided to separate; and instead of locking herself in her room and crying, she came down and joined our pajama party. Wendy was a little embarrassed, but I'll never forget the incredibly sexy, dark green, silk night gown that Audrey wore. It accentuated every nook, cranny and voluptuous curve of her beautiful body to a divine level and I was hooked. I remember I got so wet that I had to stay wrapped up in my sleeping bag for fear that all the other girls, Wendy and Audrey, would see the big wet stain in my pajama pants. It was a wonderful and a terrible day when I learned that Wendy's parents were divorcing, which wasn't until a month or so later. Nobody but Audrey and her husband knew it the night of that slumber party. Wonderful because I somehow convinced myself that I might now actually have a chance to get Audrey into bed; forgetting that she was my best friends' mother, good friends with my own mother and 34 years older than me. While most people would look at those facts and figures and scoff, they only seemed to turn me on even more. Something about the forbiddances of it all really got me hot. But at the same time that it was wonderful, it was a terrible day too; not only because it really hurt Wendy, but also for the fact that she and her Mom were moving to New Orleans.
After Audrey and Wendy moved, I still couldn't get Audrey out of my head. I stayed in close contact with Wendy and I would often find myself practically interrogating her about what her Mom was up to. "Was she seeing anybody? Any chance you'll be coming back to Houston? I'd love to come visit you all." I was almost obsessed, and all about a woman. I decided to explore this new side of myself and soon learned that I was at least, definitely bi-sexual. I had my first sexual encounter with another girl when I was sixteen. I met this girl on the beach in Galveston over Spring Break; she was seventeen and it is about the only time that I have ever been grateful to be Danica Patrick's identical twin. She honestly thought that's who I was and it was then very easy for me to manipulate her into bed. Turns out that it wasn't her first time to fuck another girl and she ended up teaching me a lot; primarily that I really liked fucking girls.
But after a few more encounters with different girls, I soon began developing strong lesbian tendencies; men were fast losing all appeal to me. Audrey and Wendy moved back to Houston just in time for Wendy and me to start our senior year of high school. It had been almost two years since I'd actually seen Audrey and her sexiness had increased a hundredfold in the elapsed time; I about went insane. I remember that I practically lived with them my entire senior year and did my best to get as friendly and close to Audrey as possible. Of course, I never called her Audrey; it was always Mrs. Thompson and there were times that it became torturous because she was getting back into dating. I feared that my chances were slipping away.
I finally got up the nerve to share with Wendy that I was gay, but I never said a word about being hot for her Mom. Wendy was totally cool about it and she was even instrumental in hooking me up with my first real woman - Pamela. Pamela was twenty-seven years old and the executive chef at the restaurant where Wendy worked as a cocktail hostess. Wendy knew Pamela was gay, or at least, bi-sexual, and she hooked us up by getting me a job there as a food runner. It didn't take long for me and Pamela to hit it off and it was less than a month before she and I had sex. Pamela was an incredibly hot and passionate lover; so much so that I nearly fell in love with her. But she turned out to be married and her husband was a freak; he liked to watch Pamela fuck younger girls and then join in. Now, if it had been another woman, I might have been into it, but by then, I knew that I was pretty much done with guys for good.
Wendy and I graduated from high school and then left to go to college in Arizona a couple of months before Hurricane Ike hit; I'll never forget the hug goodbye that I got from Audrey. It kept me hot all year. I couldn't even look at another woman. Audrey was constantly in my thoughts and fantasies; especially now that she had whipped herself into the body of a supermodel. Wendy kept a picture taken the previous Christmas of Audrey, herself, her brother Nick and her younger sister Tiffany on her dresser in our dorm room and it served me tremendously well throughout my freshman year at Arizona State.
I overheard a telephone conversation between Wendy and her Mom in early May. Wendy was telling her Mom about how she was going with a group from her drama classes out to Los Angeles to do some summer stock theater. I managed to overhear that Audrey's social life wasn't going anywhere; she hadn't been on a date in months, was very lonely and then I heard Wendy repeat that Tiffany was going to be in Chicago for the summer with her father and stepmother. I don't know if I was completely crazy or what, but I figured that if I was ever going to make a move on Audrey, this summer would afford me the best chance to do it; especially since my own parents were going to be in Europe for nearly a month. It was the perfect setup for a secret and torrid affair.
I got back to Houston in late May and my Dad immediately swept me and my Mom off for a surprise trip to Indianapolis for the 500, where I actually met Danica Patrick. I don't know if you've ever seen the movie "Dave" where Kevin Kline plays both the prick of a President and the sweet Temp Agency guy that fills in for him as his security look alike? Well, the scene where the two of them come face to face pretty much sums up my meeting Danica Patrick. She was stunned at first, and I have to admit that as her eyes coursed over every inch of me, I got pretty hot. Yeah, I'd fuck her! Only thing was, she's a cold bitch. Anyway, Mom and Dad continued on from Indianapolis to London for their European tour and I flew back to Houston. I hadn't yet had a chance to see Audrey since I left school and I was really getting desperate to. But no sooner did I get back to Houston, did I get a call from Wendy and she told me that her Mom had come out to Los Angeles to see her in a play. When I asked her when she'd be back, she told me that she was then going to Annapolis, Maryland to see Nick and she'd probably be back around June 20th.
I counted the days on my calendar until the twentieth and called their house on the afternoon of the twenty-first. Audrey answered and we talked innocently about our recent trips and such for about an hour. Just hearing Audrey's sensual and sexy voice over the phone got me hot and I was just about ready to ask her if she wanted to do lunch or something when her cell phone rang and she had to go. I couldn't believe it! Here I'd finally gotten up the nerve to basically ask my best friend's Mom out on a date and a fucking blackberry got in my way. Two days later, Hurricane Amanda became headline news.
I didn't really think much about it at first since it was still so far away, but the closer it came to the upper Texas coast, the more terrified I got. I was as terrified of that hurricane as those two little kids were in "Jurassic Park" when the T-Rex was attacking their vehicle. I know you may not believe this, but when I went over to Audrey's house the night Hurricane Amanda was coming ashore, having sex with her was the last thing on my mind. I had only seen and heard hurricane horror stories on the TV, particularly those of Hurricane Ike from the previous year and I was genuinely petrified; particularly since Amanda was a much stronger storm. When I showed up on Audrey's doorstep last night, I was honestly looking for a mother's protection and love.
But when Audrey shared all of her hurricane experiences with me, I once again began to see her as the object of my lustful affections. Her overall courage in the face of so many horrific natural disasters, plus her incredible calm right now in the midst of yet another one was making her immensely appealing and unbelievably sexy to me. I felt completely protected and the longer she held me close to her beautiful body, the hotter I got. Her blouse was soft, her breasts were so big and firm, and her delicious smelling perfume was driving me wild. I don't know if it was divine intervention or what, but I was going for broke and about to plant a kiss on her at the exact same moment that her lips came to me. And well, you know the rest. Audrey has already told you of our incredibly passionate night together. But now, let me tell you of Amanda's aftermath.
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