Speaking of Amy, our relationship blossomed quickly making me feel a little surreal. We weren't officially dating. However, we both felt like we were a couple. Having known Amy for years, our relationship was less about introducing each other to ourselves and more about building communication and deepening our friendship. I suspected that, just like me, Amy knew it would only be a short time before we became official.
It was a busy period; if I wasn't training or hanging out with Darren, Toni and Amy, I was arranging everything to move. Truthfully, once I figured out packing or what was in storage from my breakup with Georgia, Amy arranged the logistics through contacts that I never knew she had. Amy sorted movers, finances, and as a bonus, legal work to complete my divorce. When I asked her about it, she smiled telling me it was selfish, because she was helping me 'run away with her'.
Amy worked unusual hours during the day as well as a couple of evenings. While Amy wouldn't tell me what she did for a living, she admitted her odd working hours were due to international conference calls. Most of the time, Amy worked from a hotel room here on the Gold Coast. When she wasn't working, we went on dates or just hung out.
When we could, Amy and I went out for lunch or dinner. I loved that Amy could be found by my side if she wasn't working or sleeping. She watched me training with Darren and even saw one of my Saturday afternoon fights with another Gold Coast local. The fight was a draw. However, from how Amy spoke about me to the crowd afterwards, you would have thought I KO'd the guy in the first round.
I wanted to repeat the kiss we shared in front of Georgia at the police station quite a few times in those first few weeks. I know it was mutual because we both had to pull ourselves back from going further quite a few times. We talked about it, deciding we were going to take it slowly. We both knew our relationship was going to happen, but we both wanted to get me away from the influence of my family first.
The day before the move, Amy had me move everything I had with me at Darren and Toni's. This also included all the rest of my stuff already in storage, into a large pre-arranged storage shed. Her movers would then pick up everything bringing the combined boxes and furniture to her place in a few weeks. All I needed to keep out were the essentials. That ended up being a few sets of clothes, a new laptop and my training gear.
The evening before the move found Amy and I hanging out at Darren and Toni's. The four of us had a great evening over Thai food. Over dinner, the four of us spoke about everything and nothing as two couples who had been friends for years did. Amy constantly held my hand, giving me suggestive glances. Over a couple of bottles of wine, we played a few games. Who knew that some indie game called 'Throw Throw Burrito' could be so much fun?
When we wound down, I was surprised when Amy didn't leave as she usually would but followed me into the guest room I had been living in, climbing under the sheets, after having skilfully taken off her jeans and bra without showing me anything. I know I raised my eyebrows, she giggled, then it was her turn to watch as I changed into a pair of boxers, sliding into the bed beside her, opening my arms to her.
She snuggled in beside me, her head on my shoulder, her hand slowly rubbing my left pec. "It's okay, Robbie. Even though I want to, I'm not going to steal your virtue tonight," Amy purred in a sultry voice. "But you're running away with me tomorrow, and if I have my way, you will never sleep away from me ever again."
She then moulded her entire body to my side, and I could feel her thighs pressed against mine. I also felt the heat from the other side of her panties pressed hard against my hip. My manhood was suddenly hard as she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me with unrestrained desire for the second time in all the years we had known each other.
As I closed my eyes, I felt the softness of her lips against mine; the pressure she placed against me told me of her want but also her passion. When I felt her tongue probe slightly against my lips, I pulled her in tighter, not caring that she was being poked by the man downstairs. I felt the pressure of her chest against mine.
From that point, if I had any doubts about Amy and myself in a relationship, they were washed away. As we made out, I had to resist every urge to reach under her top and rub what I am sure were magnificent mammaries. Instead, I let my hands wander her back, rubbing up and down her sides. Once or twice, I brushed the side of her breast as she moaned quietly.
Later, Amy sighed contently, "Thank you for not going straight in for the kill Robbie; I know you wanted to. Hell, if I'm being honest, I wanted you to! But that you held back makes me feel special."
I kissed her again quickly, "I'm using everything I can not to ravish you right now. But you're right; to me, you are very special, and I know we will get there."
She reached up and stroked my cheek. "I know baby," Amy cooed, using the term of endearment for the very first time. "I appreciate it. Soon, very soon. I will be all yours. But for tonight, would you be content just to hold me?"
I nodded as she turned over, pressing her back against me as we fell asleep, my hand lightly caressing her soft thigh.
When I woke up, Amy and I were still spooned together, my morning wood teasing us both with the promise of things to come. I also found I had reached around during the night and was holding one of her breasts; though my hand was outside Amy's shirt, I could feel rather large nipples pressing into my hand. It felt amazing, the perfect way to wake up.
Coming more awake, I removed my hand, Amy sighing at the movement. "That was nice, Robbie. I'd like to wake up with you holding me like that daily." Her voice was sleepy but with a note of happiness that I could also feel deep within myself for the first time in months.
I leaned in, pushing her dark hair away from her neck, kissing her while taking a deep breath of her scent. If I compared her to Georgia, Amy certainly had a similar smell, but then again, Amy's scent was very different. If I tried to explain it, Georgia always had a very sweet smell like a honeycomb, whereas Amy smelt more earthen, more like that scent you get after a big rainstorm.
After spending a few minutes gently kissing, we reluctantly got up and got ready, knowing today would include our first long drive together. We had breakfast with Darren and Toni, fruit and yogurt, Darren making me promise to keep training towards a big fight he had booked for me while we ate. Amy told him she would make sure I kept to the training regime as we cleaned up, getting ready to leave. I put the last couple of bags containing my belongings into my beat-up old Toyota Camry; we said our goodbyes and hit the road.
For the next few hours, we drove. As my car was a little older, we didn't have luxuries like Bluetooth or Spotify, so we put on a local rock station, keeping the volume low as we cruised, enjoying an easy conversation. We talked about the various landmarks and highway construction that we passed. We talked about religion and politics. Our conversation was engaging, and I was again impressed at how intelligent Amy was when she picked up references I made in conversation. Amy's hand often brushed my leg as we spoke. For more than the first time, I felt our relationship would work out.
In terms of distance, previously I lived on the Gold Coast, a little over an hour south of Brisbane, the closest capital city. As we drove north, Amy let me know that she lived about an hour and a half north of that same capital city, most of it highway driving, putting us up in a region called the Sunshine Coast.
Once we were about an hour past Brisbane, Amy began getting nervous. She started fidgeting, stealing glances at me, then back out the window. I noticed but didn't say anything, letting myself go a little quieter the further we travelled, giving her space to think through whatever was making her nervous. While I was honestly falling hard for Amy, her behaviour was perplexing after our last month together. I thought she wanted me to come with her. The way she acted was not excitement, but nerves with a sense of dread like she had a big nasty secret that I wouldn't like. I held my council and suspicions, knowing sooner or later I would know what was going on.
Once we pulled off the highway, Amy directed me to a service station with a little diner so I could refill my car. When I went to pay, Amy followed with a bag she was holding carefully. I paid for the fuel; then she motioned me to follow her, both of us sitting at the most private table in the little eatery.
"Robbie," she began reaching out to hold my arm, "I hope you know how much it means that you're doing this. The last few months of spending time with you have been straight out of my greatest fantasies."
"I sense a but?" I said, not quite sure where this was going.
She bit her lip and nodded, unzipping her bag and pulling out a folder with some documents.
"There is a but, though, it's not what you think. But..." She laughed dryly. "I need you to trust me because what I am about to tell you is protected in several ways. Neither my parents nor either of my sisters knows what I am going to tell you today."
