Many people, both men and women, develop "types" of the opposite sex that they are infatuated with, or lust after. While many other people are egalitarian in their outlook for possible sexual partners, those that I like to call "type cast" spend a good deal of time trying to find someone their "type" to latch onto. Fortunately the "type" that type cast people long for is very different from person to person otherwise they'd all want to fuck the same guy or girl.
I, Amy, am one of those "type cast" people. I don't know how I latched onto a certain type but I did at an early age, and when I became sexually active at eighteen I was particularly on the lookout for a guy about six feet tall with reddish blond hair, arms that looked like Popeye's, and of course a cute face. Not just any cute face, however, but with an aquiline nose and kind yet haunting green or blue eyes. Not too specific, huh?
Melissa, my realist best friend in both High School and college, sounded like a tape stuck on "replay" because she said so many times, "Amy, you've never seen a guy like that and you never will. Start looking for other characteristics that are important - like a big cock." Then she'd laugh hysterically, and I'd punch her in the arm.
What do I look like, you ask? I have what everyone would say are "exotic" looks, whether they like my looks or not. I kind of, for lack of a better description, look like a lighter skinned, bigger-boobed, wider-hipped, version of the not-too-well-known actress Janina Gavankar (from "The Mysteries of Laura" and "Game of Thrones"); at least I'd like to think that's what I look like. Oh, one other thing; I have dichromatic eyes, one brown, one green. For my experience I would say that my looks either are not appealing at all to 30% of guys, appealing but not overwhelming to 50%, and enough to drive 20% crazy with lust.
By the time that I started my senior year in college I had to conclude that Melissa was right, and I started looking for Mr. Right without regard to "my type," but giving no credence to Melissa's "big cock" characteristic since I considered that much less important than character, kindness, general attractiveness, ability to commit unconditionally, and someone in that 20% of guys who find my looks captivating. That turned out to significantly narrow my field of likely candidates but at least there were some, and just before graduation I latched onto one. Jason was a second year grad student at the same university that I attended who fit the bill well, and we fell in love.
After both of us graduated, Jason got a good job in a city only about eighty-ninety miles between each of our parents' domiciles, I got an entry level job in public relations in the same city, and we moved in together. Jason was a considerate lover, a wonderful companion, and someone that I could see myself easily spending the rest of my life with, so I was thrilled, and quickly accepted, when he asked me to marry him after we had been living together for about nine months. We did marry six months later in a medium sized church wedding with a blast reception highlighted by an awesome live band. Jason's and my first dance, which we had practiced for months, quickly became a hit when Melissa, of course my maid of honor, posted it on YouTube.
Jason and I enjoyed life as an educated, care-free, upwardly mobile couple. We got a great apartment close to our work places in a garden apartment complex that was full of other young married couples and that had a great pool and a fully equipped exercise facility. Two things that Jason and I found we had most in common that we had talked about on a number of occasions was fidelity, and a desire to keep our bodies in shape. I was 100% dedicated to remaining faithful and exercising at least four times a week, and I knew that Jason was just as committed. Therefore while we had lots of fun at parties and barbecues, both at our apartment complex and with co-workers, we both put clear boundaries on flirting and physical contact.
Time seemed to fly by in our "dream" life, including buying a house and having our first child, little Amanda, after we had been married about six years. The bond between Jason and I got even stronger after Amanda was born - although I didn't think that it could have possibly gotten stronger than it already was.
Then my resolve was severely tested.
Jason was promoted at work, and one of the new people that he worked with was a guy he really seemed to hit it off with. Many dinners, while involving Amanda in the conversation the best we could even though she had only limited ability to talk at about sixteen months old, were about things that he and Warren did together, or talked about. "I'd like to have Warren and his wife Mindy over for dinner next weekend; is that OK with you, Amy?" Jason asked.
"Of course, darling; I'll fix your favorite, Chicken Cacciatore," I replied with a big smile.
When Warren and Mindy arrived the next Saturday night I could not fucking believe my eyes. I immediately sensed, and later confirmed, that Warren was six one, an avid amateur weightlifter, has strawberry blond hair, an aquiline nose and - get this - laughing dichromatic eyes, one green, one blue.
I was flabbergasted and virtually speechless as I stared at him trying as hard as I could not to be too obvious, attempting to divert my gaze to Mindy as much as I could. The horrible thing was that he was doing the same thing with me; and he was having a hard time getting words out of his mouth too.
It took a good half hour, and two glasses of wine, before I almost returned to normal - the operative word being "almost." He seemed to gain his composure during that same amount of time and the consumption of three beers, which he virtually chugged.
At dinner we had a lively conversation. Mindy was smart, pleasant, and very knowledgeable about world affairs. Warren had a good sense of humor, exchanged many good-natured barbs with Jason, and was obviously passionate about keeping in shape. However, he and I kept exchanging furtive glances.
After dessert, while Mindy went to the bathroom and Jason into the living room to put on a CD, Warren helped me clear the table. When both Mindy and Jason were absent he said - in barely more than a whisper - "Amy, has any one ever told you that you look like Janina Gavankar?"
That threw me for a loop. "I've often flattered myself by thinking that," I responded with a bit of trepidation in my voice, "but I'm surprised to hear you say that since not too many people recognize her name or know who she is."
"She's my favorite actress - there's just something about her that appeals to me..." he got out before he realized that he sounded like he was coming on to me. He blushed, and I'm sure that I did too as I mumbled "Well thank you, that's very complimentary," in response
My pussy was leaking uncontrollably.
I couldn't help but notice that he had tented his pants although he was obviously embarrassed and tried to hide it from me.
Sitting with wet panties as we listened to music and chatted in the living room while nursing cordials was not the most comfortable thing in the world for me, but I did manage to get through the rest of the evening without acting too strange and my panties dried fairly well. However, when Warren hugged me goodbye and little more than whispered into my ear "Thanks for the great meal and companionship Janina," the floodgates were opened again, so much so that I could feel a dribble down my leg.
After Jason and I talked for a few minutes about how nice Mindy and Warren were, and I checked in with Amanda to make sure that she was sleeping soundly, I told Jason that I was going to shower while he put the cordial glasses in the dishwasher and started it up. I fingered myself into the fastest orgasm of my life thinking about Warren - the embodiment of who I had been dreaming of until I was twenty two - and almost collapsed in the shower. However, that orgasm didn't fully do it for me.
I'm not sure that Jason knew what hit him when he came into our bedroom and started removing his shirt when I approached him naked, provocatively swinging my large boobs that had not been fully toweled off after my shower. I literally ripped his clothes off, pushed him down on the bed, sucked his cock just to make sure that it was hard, and then mounted him and fucked him like I was a three dollar whore!
Normally considerate Jason, who always took his time with sex including lots of foreplay, at first didn't know how to react. However, since I was bouncing like I was on a bungee cord and my tits were slapping together like I was being applauded by a crowd, he quickly got with the program. He squeezed my nipples with one hand and traced a finger of the other hand over my clit, and I came like a freight train. It barely slowed me down. By the time that he had jettisoned his load into me I had come two more times, and not just minor orgasms - earthquake-like ones!
