Amy and Tristan's little fiasco had been going on for almost two months now. It had been becoming increasingly harder not to get caught at what they were doing, and every time Amy Grace she instantly felt guilty, but at the same time, she didn't. It was becoming quite complicated, but Amy was enjoying it all too much to simply stop.
Tristan had been gone for almost a month now... visiting old friends and relatives.. Grace had been gone too, but only for about two weeks, she had been scheduled to work, and was not able to get the days off that she'd really hoped for. So, Amy was left to do what she could. Grace was too busy and too tired at the end of her workdays to be much company, and the person that Amy's mind and body yearned for was over one hundred miles away. The days were passing slowly with her boredom. It was all so repetitive...she woke up. She went to her college classes...she came home, and sometimes, she actually did the studying she was supposed to do...
On one such day, as she lay in her room, staring blankly at the book in front of her, her cell phone rang, and she scrambled to answer it.
"Hello?" she said groggily.
The voice that answered on the other end gave her the worst case of butterflies that she had had for some time. "Guess who's home from his wanderings, hmm?"
"Oh! Tristan, I've missed you! It's been so dull around here lately!"
"Ha ha, Slow down. So... When can you come over? I've missed you too."
"Is now alright?"
"Umm. Yeah. Grace'll be at work for a while still, and I haven't been able to get a hold of her, to tell her that I'm home yet."
"I'll be right over."
Amy knocked on the front door of her best friend's house and before she could knock again, Tristan answered it, and smiled a warm smile at her. "Hey you! " he said happily. He was wearing a snug black T-shirt with his favorite pair of baggy blue-jeans. His feet were bare, as they often were, especially when he was at home, and his brown eyes shined under his messy sandy hair as they always did. Amy watched as those shining eyes looked her up and down. She was wearing the same short black skirt that she had worn the day that they had first had sex....it wasn't on purpose though, she smiled slightly at the idea. With her skirt, she was wearing a tight white T-shirt, through which you could see her light purple bra. This hadn't mattered earlier when she had had something on over the T- shirt for her classes, but it had a nice effect now. "Come in!" Tristan said to her, and Amy obliged, and walked through the front door, slipping off her flip-flops to leave them by the mat.
Once the door was shut and locked behind them, Tristan took Amy by the hand and led her to his familiar bedroom. Then, he sat down on the bed, and she followed suit.
"How was your trip?" Amy asked him.
"It was great! I got to see a lot of people that I haven't seen for years. Grace did too before she had to come back for work, but you know, it would have been better if I had been able to see you as well. " Tristan looked at Amy, and their eyes made contact. "I really did miss you. I thought about you non-stop. I even dreamt about you." Then, Tristan leaned in and kissed Amy softly, with gentle lips. Amy's heart leapt and she felt a sudden desire rise in her stomach. But, then Tristan pulled away from her, and laid down on his back, arms folded behind his head, and his eyes closed. The desire that had risen in Amy a moment earlier dwindled slightly. Perhaps, Tristan was after all, tired from his traveling, perhaps, something had changed in the month that he was gone...perhaps in the time that he had spent away from her, he saw how wrong what they were doing could be... Amy laid down next to Tristan and closed her eyes as well, but her eyes quickly fluttered open as she felt Tristan's weight on top of her.
"Amy? Have things changed? I still want you just as bad if not more. Do you still want me?
Amy was surprised by his doubt. "Please, Tristan, you are making me horny as Hell right now. Yes, I want you!"
