Author's note
My apologies for the delay on this. I'm not sure I have a good excuse for the delay. Sometimes life and work take a bigger toll on us than we would like to admit. I want to thank everyone for their support in comments and votes so far. I hope this chapter continues to please. As to the future, my original outline for this story has at least two more chapters. I'll try to minimize the delay for Chapter 8.
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continued from Chapter 6
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Greg had not heard from Amelia during the afternoon, so he figured they didn't have any special plans for the evening. He also had no ideas for dinner, which made him assume they would be going out. Consequently, he decided to dress casually. After a quick shower, he put on khakis and a plain shirt.
He was sitting and catching up on the news while he waited for her to arrive.
A few minutes before 5, he heard her knock on the door. He opened the door to greet her. "Mia."
Amelia Guthrie was not just another pretty young lady. Greg took a second to observe her. She stood in stark contrast to the girls he was with the last two nights. Breanna and Sarah were both short and petite, but Amelia stood about 5 foot 10, and had womanly curves. And the outfit she wore as she stood at Greg's front door emphasized those facts. She was wearing a bright pink sports bra and a pair of yoga pants that extended to just below her knees.
The clothes that Mia normally wore disguised her figure. Greg knew she had a classic hourglass figure, but he'd never seen it like this. Mia had a narrow waist and tight, clearly defined abs, and without a blouse, he was in awe of her visible skin. Greg couldn't understand how the bra could contain her breasts. He thought they had to be at least a D cup. He looked to her hips and legs. Again, the first thought that jumped into his head, was that she had classic childbearing hips.
To put it simply, he was wowed. Breanna, the beautiful girl he slept with just two days before, looked incredibly young for her age. On the other hand, there would be no question in anyone's mind that Amelia was a woman. And she was a very sexy woman in her workout clothes.
"You gonna invite me in?" She giggled.
Greg was stumbling all over himself. "Sorry. It's just that you caught me by surprise."
She stepped into the house and closed the door behind her. "It's okay. Every girl likes to be appreciated, and your stare told me everything I needed to know." She turned around and dropped her overnight bag by the door. As she turned back, she said, "Well, maybe not everything, but it certainly did help my self-image."
Greg didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure why he was at such a loss for words. "Um."
Mia stepped up and gave him a quick kiss. "Greg, sweetie, relax."
He shook his head a little to dislodge the cobwebs. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me just then."
"It's okay."
"Okay. Um. So, what's going on? What are our plans for this evening?"
"Well, I thought I would take you to my yoga class. If you really don't want to go, I'd skip it for you, but a couple of us thought it might be good for you. It's good exercise, and it helps you get your head a little more balanced, if you know what I mean?"
He really didn't have to think about it much. "Yeah, I'd love to go. I'd considered taking a class before, but it seemed awkward taking it by myself. If I'm going with you, it might not seem as strange to me."
She stepped up to him, and started pulling his shirt out of his pants. "Good, then let's get you out of these clothes."
"Um, I don't have to do that right here. My workout clothes are upstairs." He was puzzled that she was trying to strip him in the living room.
"I've got a little confession." She actually purred a little as she was talking. "I don't want to wait until later for our first time. I want you to bend me over the arm of your couch and take me from behind right now."
"Umm, really? Mia?" To say he was in shock about her request would be an understatement.
She stepped past him, and paused by the couch. She looked over her shoulder at him with a very seductive smile, put her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants, and pulled them down over her hips, wiggling her ass at him as she did it. She then bent herself over the arm of the couch, resting her forearms on the cushion.
"Hurry, Greg, fuck me! I don't need any foreplay! My pussy is soaked! I've been waiting for this for days! Fuck me, quick!"
Greg watched her, completely dazed from the moment he opened the door. But it didn't last long. His lust for her body quickly took over. His cock instantly hardened as he looked at the perfect ass that was offered to him. He quickly took the few steps toward her, unfastening and dropping his pants as he did. He grabbed his cock, lined it up with her vagina, slid it up and down a little, and then started to press forward into her.
"Oh, yeah!"
Whether she was wet or not, Greg knew that since this was her first time, he couldn't just slam into her. Yes, she was really wet, but she was also incredibly tight. That seemed to quench his lust a little. He held back.
"You doing okay, sweetie?"
She started breathing a little quicker. "Oh, yeah! It feels good. Is it all the way in?"
He began thrusting slow and easy. "Not quite. Only about half way."
She started to moan. "Oh, fuck me! It feels good to be filled up like this!"
"A little more each thrust." In a few more thrusts his balls were up against her clit. He paused. "You sure you're doing okay?"
"Uh, I feel you all the way in! So deep! I never imagined it like this! It's so amazing! Fuck me now, please!"
Greg started a tentative in and out movement. As he listened to her responses, his thrusting began to get more pronounced. Neither one said anything more, but his breathing became more heavy, and her moans and grunts were becoming a lot louder.
After a few minutes, Greg starting feeling a little flush. He knew he was only going to last a few more seconds. "Oh, Mia, I'm about to cum."
"Do it. Fill my hot cunt with your cum! Fuck me harder!"
He pounded as hard as he could, but that only sped up his orgasm. In just a few strokes, his cum shot deep into her. Luckily it was enough. As the first jets of his orgasm splashed against her cervix, she went over the edge herself.
"Oh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming, too! Oh, fuck, yeah!"
They both got wobbly on their legs, but they held on. She tried to keep her pressure leaned into the couch, and he fell against her back, using her to help keep himself upright.
After a few minutes, he felt he could stand on his own two legs, and he withdrew his cock from her pussy. "Give me a second, and I'll get you a wash cloth to clean yourself up."