Amanda moved in with John. Not that it was much of a move with her house being right next door to John's. The only thing she brought over, besides all her clothes and personal belongings, was a dresser for the bedroom. She decided not to sell the house. For the time being she was just going to keep it and allow the equity to grow. She began entertaining thoughts of renting it out. But that was down the road. They settled into a routine of sorts, with John at the Sheriff's Department and Amanda teaching her third graders at the elementary school.
They both knew and acknowledged that Amanda's moving in with him was too quick. But with Amanda being 45 and John being 35, neither of them really gave a damn. They both knew what they wanted, and they were going to grab it, and hold on tight. But they also worked hard at not being that typical couple, falling into that 'same ole dull routine,' as Rupert Holmes so aptly put it. Knowing that if their relationship was going to last, they had to work on it outside the bedroom as well as inside it. The harder they worked at it, the more they discovered they had in common, and clicked together.
Amanda was true to her word when it came to her desire to lose the weight she said she wanted to lose. She worked out in John's garage at least four times a week after school. As the Florida spring slowly became summer, John moved just about all the equipment into one of the bedrooms in the house. He didn't have a basement. But then neither did anyone else in the state of Florida, as far as he knew.
John would just stand there and watch Amanda, every time he came home and she was working out. Sometimes he would give her pointers for working on different areas of the body. But most of the time he'd just stand there and lust after her, waiting for her to finish so he could take her and fuck her senseless. Always reminding her that sex is a great cardio workout.
To say that their sexual relationship was anything but normal would be an understatement. The deeper John explored Amanda's dark needs, the more he discovered his own. Amanda's mind still drifted back to that fateful night in college when she was gang raped, from time to time. But the harder John took possession of her, the more infrequent those mental drifts became. And the harder John took her, the more she responded. Amanda especially came to enjoy those times when without warning John would grab a fistful of her hair, shove her to her knees, and face fuck her till he either shot his load down her throat or all over her face. But John always followed it up later by making passionate love to her, affirming his love and need for her. Amanda was John's very contented slut, and she didn't want it any other way.
One of the mile markers in their relationship came the day John came home from a really hard shift with the Department. It was his turn for day rotation. He preferred day rotation because it kept him feeling like a normal person. He'd be able to keep it permanently in a couple years, once he had enough seniority.
Amanda knew something was wrong the minute he stepped in the house. He was already three hours late. Plus he wasn't wearing his gun when he walked in the house. He was always wearing his gun when he came home from a shift. He had called her earlier telling her he was going to be late, but not giving any details. Amanda went to the entry door from the garage when she heard the garage door going up. She watched him climb out of his truck. She almost asked if he had a bad day. Then realized what a stupid question that would have been. She grabbed his arm as he stepped into the laundry room from the garage. "Can you tell me what happened?"
He cupped her face in his hand as he smiled at her. It was a tired smile. "I don't think I tell you enough how gorgeous you are."
She laid her hand over his and held his hand against her face. Amanda had grown to crave his touch. Even when it wasn't sexual. Just the feel of his strong hands touching her fed the need within her to be reminded she was his possession. She placed her other hand over his manhood and gently squeezed it. "Take me. I'm yours. I'll do anything to help."
He pulled her into his body and kissed her as his other hand engulfed her breast. Amanda wasn't wearing a bra, which had become a standard when she was home. John had made it very clear he wanted access to them at all times when she was home. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers dug into her tender flesh. John had grown comfortable with taking her as hard as he pleased. Knowing that no matter how hard he took her, she'd always crave it just a bit harder next time. He began wondering how far he was going to be able to push the law of 'Diminishing Returns' before she said, 'no more.'
He released her. "Not yet sexy. Later. Right now I need to shower and wash all the shit off me from today." He turned and headed towards the master bedroom. "I hate people." She heard him mumble as he walked down the hallway. "Fucking assholes."
John took one of the longest showers he'd ever taken. After scrubbing himself down a couple times, trying to get the filth of people off him, he just stood there and let the hot water cascade off him. He finally stepped out of the shower. Amanda was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him.
She stepped into the bathroom doorway. "You hungry?" She eyed his body up and down while he dried himself off. He kept his body ripped. She wanted to drop to her knees in front of him and take him in her mouth, if just to feel that connection with him.
"I'm starving sexy." He replied smiling at her. "What did you make for dinner? Again, sorry I'm so late."
"Stop! You never have to apologize for doing your job. I made lasagna."
"Mmm. Sounds good. Dish me up a big plateful. I'll be out shortly."
John walked into the kitchen twenty minutes later wearing his standard attire after he showered, gym shorts and an oversized t-shirt. "Damn! Smells good."
Amanda sat next to him eating her meal as John devoured his plate. She knew better than to ask him what had happened that day. He would tell her when he was ready.
"I shouldn't tell you what happened today. We're not married. You could be forced to testify against me, if it comes to that." John started as his initial pang of hunger was satisfied. He took a long drink from his glass of wine.
Amanda refilled his glass. "Was it that bad? I'll never testify against you. No matter what you tell me, or what they threaten me with."
John just shrugged his shoulders. "Doesn't matter. You can probably get most of this on the evening news." He took a couple more bites of lasagna before continuing. "Tom was shot this morning." Tom was one of the deputies Amanda had met. So she knew him and his family situation, married with a young son.
