Amy's Lost Love

Amy silently sipped the last of the wine from her glass and looked aimlessly towards the phone.

“Should I call him?” she thought to herself.

How long had it been, she wondered, since she had called him and just chatted.

“Over a year probably,” she snapped her eyes into focus.

She reached out and poured the remaining wine into her glass. Licking the dripping wine from her finger, she placed the bottle on the table and reached over to the phone and began dialing.

“What is his number,” she stopped after dialing the area code, taking a sip of wine, before continuing to dial.

She felt her heartbeat quicken as the first ring echoed into her ear, then even faster when she heard the second. She couldn’t believe he wouldn’t be home, it was after six there. “Third ring,” she bit her lip.

“Hello,” her heart skipped as she heard his voice on the other end.

“Hello, it’s me,” she answered back.

“Amy? Is that you? I haven’t heard from you since Christmas,” he sounded happy she thought.

“I know, I’ve been busy,” she paused, “and remiss.”

She leaned back into the sofa feeling chest get heavy. Why had she waited so long to call him?

“It’s okay, the phone works both ways,” he laughed his nervous laugh. “Why do I have the pleasure of talking to you now?”

Amy realized she wasn’t paying attention to what he said, her mind drifting off from the wine.

“Oh,” she looked through her mind to see if she could figure out what he asked, “I’m doing good.”

She heard him laughing on the other end. She thought about how good it was to hear him laughing.

“Never mind, I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening,” she blurted out, “I was thinking about all the fun we used to have together.”

His laughing trailed off.

“We used to have the best times,” he said, she heard his breathing relax, “Great times.”

“Our trip to Disney World was a blast,” she giggled, “especially when you stepped off the tea cup ride and threw up on someone’s shoes!”

“That’s not funny,” he said so loud she had to pull the phone away from her ear.

“It was too,” she laughed, “I miss those times.”

There was a long pause.

“I miss you too,” he finally broke the silence, “all of you.”

Amy pulled the phone back up to her ear and looked down at the sofa.

“Maybe you can come and visit? I’m between jobs and class right now,” she spoke softly into the phone.

She felt a knot in her stomach slowly tightening as he paused.

“I should do that,” she thought he felt uncomfortable saying it. “I have some time off.”

The words trailed off.

She wondered if that was a maybe or a yes, or even avoiding saying no.

“Then it’s settled, you tell me when and I’ll be ready,” she answered back. Giving him the responsibility of the date made it his choice to come or not, she reassured herself.

“I’ll be there Friday,” she felt the knot in her stomach bulge, “at about 7, if I can leave work by noon.”

She bit her lip.

“Ok,” she answered slightly stunned. “Friday is two days away. I have to clean!”

He laughed again.

“I’m a student,” she answered his laughter sternly, “there is no time for cleaning.”

“Okay, okay,” he answered through his laughter, “you get to that cleaning, I have to go anyway.”

“Hot date?” she asked coyly.

“I’ve got to run, but I’ll see you Friday,” he changed the subject, “bye.”

“Bye,” she listened as the phone clicked off.

She laid her head back on the sofa and let her mind drift until she fell asleep.

*****

Amy stared at the clock as it ticked towards six. She felt both excited and scared, her feelings mixing chaotically.

She got up to clean the sink and laughed.

“How many times can I clean the sink,” she thought to herself before sitting back down and looking around her apartment. She thought about the last time it was this clean.

“Never”, she said though no one was listening.

She looked at the clock again, “6:10”. She reached over the table and grabbed at the corkscrew on the other side, pulling it towards her with her fingertips. She twisted it in her hands for a while.

“6:35,” she groaned dropping her head to the table. “If I was a bigger slob I would still be cleaning now!”

She reached out for the bottle of wine and held it in her hand admiring it.

“1990,” she shook her head side to side.

She remembered the man behind the counter; his silly way of saying “Boudreaux” like it was all fabulous and such.

“Booordeeew,” she tried to mimic him over and over. “Boooooordeeew, ze left banc among ze mangnifique hillside.” She started wheezing, have humored herself into a state of intense laughter.

She heard the knock on the door just as she finally had composed herself enough to breathe.

“I’m coming,” she tried to call out, still gasping for air. “I’m coming.”

“I’ll wait then, please by all means enjoy yourself,” he heard him call through the door. “I can sit down and wait.”

She reached out to the door handle and opened it.

“Stop that right now,” she tried to look up at him sternly. “That’s not funny.”

“But something was,” he looked down at her, “I heard you from my car.”

He tossed his duffle bag into the entryway and held out his arms.

“Don’t I at least get a hug for coming so far,” he waited patiently.

Amy felt a little uncomfortable, but slowly moved forward. His arms felt so strong encircling her. She pulled her body closer, turning her head and resting it on his chest.

“I missed you,” she looked up at him, pulling herself away.

“Me too,” he reached his hand down and brushed her cheek.

She stared up and looked at him for a while, thinking about how good it was to see him.

“I,” she paused, her eyes never leaving his, “bought us a nice bottle of wine and I cut up some cheese.” She nodded her head towards the kitchen. “Maybe we should eat, you’re must be starving.”

She reached her hand out and yanked on his sleeve, pulling him to the living room.

“Here, sit down,” she pushed him onto the sofa. “I’ll be right back.”

She walked into the kitchen and collected up the cheese, wine and glasses carefully balanced amid her arms and hands.

“Here, grab this,” she tried to speak through the corkscrew lodged in her mouth. “This,” she nodded to the plate of cheese.

He grabbed the plate and put it on the coffee table.

“Now this,” she nodded to the wine bottle lodged precariously between her forearm and breast.

She bit her teeth tightly into the corkscrew as his hand brushed softly against her nipple before grabbing the wine and putting it down.

”Anything else?” he looked up at her grinning. “Or do you have it under control?”

“Behave,” she handed him a wine glass and pulled the corkscrew from her mouth.

She reached out and grabbed the wine bottle, slowly turning her fingernail around and around it’s tip.

“Those things are weapons,” he looked at her nails.

“And foil cutters,” she winked at him pulling the foil from the top of the wine bottle and turning the corkscrew around and around.

She bit her lip and cranked on the corkscrew until the cork slowly started pulling from bottle.

“The guy at the store said something about ‘zecanting zis wine un hour before zu drink it’” she giggled, wiggling the cork from the bottle, “but I don’t know what that means, or really what he said at all.”

The cork popped free. She poured some into each glass, mopping the drip from the bottle with her finger and slowly pulled it to her mouth.

“Wait,” he grabbed her wrist gently, “for old times sake?”

She felt body tense and then relax as pulled her wrist towards him and softly kissed the wine from her finger. She bit her lip.

“That tastes so good,” he moaned. “No really, it’s incredible.”

He let her hand gently drop and pulled the wine glass to his mouth.

“You have to try this,” he pulled the wine glass to his mouth.

She let out a little laugh. That was the way he was, she thought to himself, always about the moment but not the right thing about the moment. She took a sip of the wine.

“Oh my god,” she crooned, “that is good, but not as good as feeling you lick it off my finger.”

Amy shifted closer to him and let her free hand drift gently to his thigh. Her body was instantly flushed with excitement as she touched him. She couldn’t believe how much him being here excited her.

“I’ve missed you,” she turned her face towards him and looked into his eyes. “We used to do everything together and now you’re so far away.”

He took a big sip of wine and swished it through his teeth.

“I’ve missed you too,” he finally responded, reaching his hand out and touching her face.

She put the wine glass onto the table and moved her body closer to his.

“Kiss me,” she moaned, turning her head back and parting her lips.

“We shouldn’t,” he hesitated. “Really, it’s not right and I’ve been seeing someone.”

Amy felt her heart sink. Seeing someone. She closed her eyes. It’s not right for me to be jealous, she thought, there’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to have a normal life just because she wanted him.

“Tonight you’re seeing me,” she pulled her body closer to his, her breast pressed against his chest, she let her hand wander over the back of his neck.

He sat there uneasily, but she knew she was exciting him like she had done so many times before. He couldn’t resist her when she ran her fingernails over his neck and this time was no different. She felt him shifting uneasily on the sofa the bulge in his pants more and more apparent.

Finally he put the glass down and silently turning towards her, he pulled her face up to his. Their lips met and he gently pressed hers apart, his tongue exploring her mouth.

She ran her hand down to his chest and then to his waist, tugging at his shirt. Her fingers working their way up his bare chest, feeling his shoulders.

“You’ve gotten so big and strong,” she moaned then pressed her lips tight against his.

She felt him reaching down for her breasts, his hands encircling them. Her nipples felt like they were going to explode they tightened so quickly.

“Amy, stop,” he pulled back, “please I can’t help myself you know that.”

Amy pulled away.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I miss you and you always feel so good,” she pouted, taking a sip of wine before putting the glass back down.

“You feel good too,” he looked down at her, “but we’re older now. Old enough to know better than to stir up these feelings again.”

Amy turned her head and stared at the wall. She couldn’t help but want those days back. They were so good, so exciting, but so wrong. He wanted it to, she could feel it, but he also needed to have a normal life, one without her.

She turned to him, looking up at him a small tear dripped from her eye.

“I understand,” she smiled, “let’s at least have fun like we used to! Want to play a game?”

He looked at her with a pained expression on his face. She noticed his bulge twitching in his pants. He was more excited than he was letting on. She looked up at him again.

“Or I could be your game, I know you want me really bad,” she bit her lip cunningly, her hand slowly inching towards his zipper.

“I could relieve this pressure,” she pulled the zipper down ever so slightly. She felt him jolt underneath her hand.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” she looked up at him smiling, “You’d like my mouth all around this, my tongue licking you.”

She pulled the zipper down a little bit more. She looked up at him and he wasn’t protesting even a little. She felt nervous excitement rushing through her body again as she kept pulling the zipper further and further down.

“Or should I rub it a little first?” she reached her hand into the hole formed by the zipper. “It’s so big and hard.”

She let her hand squeeze him for a while. She felt him stiffening even more as she leaned into him for another kiss.

He opened his mouth and accepted her tongue pressing inside. No more protesting she thought, he wants me as much or more than I want him. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth and slowly pulled her hand from his pants.

She felt him hard against her thighs and she shifted her body on top of him, pressing her hips down against his.

“Would you like to see these?” she nodded down to her breasts as she pulled her shirt over her head.

She noticed her nipples jutting from the black lace bra. She had gone out yesterday and purchased it just for him. Even before they had gotten together for the first time, she noticed how much he had liked her blank underwear.

“Should I take this off or do you like it on?” she winked at him. “I bought this for you because I know how much you like black.”

She felt him lurching up from his pants between her legs. The heat from his cock radiating into her lips, she adjusted to spread them around him. She felt her silky moistness spreading through her panties as she rotated her hips gently against him.

She reached behind her back and unfastened the bra and dropped it to his chest, her breasts exposed to the cool air. She put her hands on each one and pushed them together until her nipples almost touched.

It doesn’t do anything for me, she thought to herself as she felt him getting more and more excited beneath her, but it sure does something for him.

She felt his hands running up her side and caressing the sides of her breasts. She tugged on his shirt pulling it up from his waist.

“Now you,” she pulled harder on the shirt, his hands going up into the air.

She loved his chest, she thought as she looked down at him. He was so strong and broad. She leaned her body next to his and felt her body shake with excitement. How long has it been, she wondered, since she felt his skin next to hers.

She looked into his eyes and parted her mouth, leaning towards him. He greeted her with a voracious kiss, his hands fumbling for the zipper on the side of her skirt until he latched on to it and pulled it down.

She felt him rolling her over, her body now pressed tightly against the sofa, as he pulled the skirt off. He stood back and slowly unbuttoned his jeans, his eyes never wavering from the black panties.

“I shaved all of this off just for you,” she ran her finger inside of her undies, “I know how much you like it.”

She noticed his cock standing straight out as he pulled his jeans and underwear down together, kicking his socks off at the same time. Oh how she wanted that in her as quick as possible. She let out an involuntary moan.

He looked at her as his body came closer and closer. She felt his hot cock rubbing against her leg as he got himself closer and closer.

“It’s so big,” she moaned looking up at him. She felt surrounded by him; he was bigger now than he was before. Stronger.

She adjusted her body underneath him, feeling his cock pressing tightly against her panties she let out a soft pant.

“Oh god do I want you,” she moaned barely able to control her hips from gyrating against him.

“I think you’ll have to earn it a little more,” he turned his body over on the couch so he was sitting down at her feet and winked.

She felt like her body was going to explode. How could he hold out much longer, she laughed to herself silently as she moved her head to his chest, her hand tugging her underwear to her feet.

She opened her mouth and slowly pulled him in and then out. She drifted her tongue up and down him. She was sure he was bigger now, she thought to herself, and bigger than anyone else I’ve been with.

Her tongue drifted lower and lower as her body twisted itself between his legs. She felt her nipples rubbing between his legs as she opened her mouth and took more of him inside, slowly pulling him out.

She stared up into his eyes as she relaxed her throat and pulled him in, her nose bristling against his pubic hair, and then slowly pulled him back out again. She felt her body shaking uncontrollably as she pulled him in and out one more time.

“Have I earned it yet?” she looked at up him biting her lip flirtatiously.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, nodding yes. She could feel the tension in his body mount as she slowly slid her hips next to his. His cock twitching against her belly she reached down and kissed him gently on the lips.

“I love you,” she moaned softly, positioning her hips over him.

How she loved him, she thought. They were always together growing up, inseparable. This was just part of it and he won’t admit it.

She pushed her legs wider and wider until she felt him gliding into her. Moaning she lowered her hips slowly over him, his cock felt like it was burning inside of her.

She shuddered as she reached her fingers down and parted her lips, leaning her body tight against his.

Slowly she started moving up and down, she felt him pushing up to meet her hips underneath. He turned towards her, their lips meeting softly with each thrust. He stiffened like a board inside of her as she rubbed her nails through his hair and then on the back of his neck.

She felt his mouth over her nipple, pulling it inside of his mouth, rubbing it with his tongue. She felt the intenseness of the moment rushing through her. She pulled his head into her breast; it felt so good to hold his head like this.

She could feel the moistness of their lovemaking dripping down her thighs. She was so excited she couldn’t hold back the groans as their hips started moving faster and faster.

She pulled his head up to meet hers, her tongue ripping through his lips, in and out of his mouth as the thrust in and out of her.

“Oh god,” she started to moan repeatedly. “Oh god.”

She felt him push deeper and deeper into her belly, her legs spreading wider and wider with each thrust. Her lips opened up against him she started to feel her body shaking uncontrollably.

“I’m going to come,” she moaned as her body exploded into orgasm.

She felt him stiffen and press his hips tightly into her holding them there. Her body shaking uncontrollably she grabbed onto his shoulder and pressed towards him. She felt his cock stiffen rock hard, pressing against her.

“Oh god yes,” she moaned, “please come.”

She felt his release immediately, the warm fluid flowing inside of her. She pulled her hips up and down against him, her own orgasm still shaking her body against his.

She felt him repeatedly thrust inside of her as she let her breasts fall against his chest, her orgasm spent.

She looked up into his eyes, his face all contorted and gently kissed his cheeks, down this his ear and neck, his thrusting easing until it stopped completely.

She felt the wetness slipping down her legs to his as she adjusted herself to his side, gently pulling him from inside her.

She turned her body towards his as he started to relax.

“You’re staying all weekend right?” she looked up at him.

He looked away and nodded yes.

“I can’t wait to introduce you all my friends, they've been dying to meet the brother I speak so fondly of.”

She ran her fingers down his chest and drew a little heart.