Picture this.

Sarah had not taken it well. She didn't believe it was a mistake, that it was innocent, or that I wouldn't do it again. Not when I told her; not when Amy told her; not even when the mostly mute Lisa sat her down and tried to explain.

In fact, she'd thrown a screaming fit, thrown me out, and thrown a fair number of my belongings on the road. I'd found out about my things a few days later. Lisa and Amy had rescued them for me, and phoned to see if I could come and get them. I thanked them and said I'd better wait a little while.

I considered my options pretty carefully. I liked Sarah. She was a nice girl, smart, funny. Sexy too. Decorative, hanging off my arm, or beside me in the car. Her mood swings were a problem, but I had thought I could cope with that. In the end though, if she didn't trust me, what was the point?

Despite all of this, I tried to phone her a few days later, to see if she'd calmed down and was willing to discuss things. We talked. Alright, she talked, and I listened. And somewhere about the middle of her diatribe I realised I didn't care. So I told her. I probably shouldn't have done that. It didn't sound good from where I was, and I'm sure it wasn't pretty at her apartment.

Basically, she called me all the names she could think of, discussed my doubtful parentage, practiced her French on me, and made it plain that given my attitude I wasn't welcome back. I suspect when I followed up with a substantial, loud, well intentioned and passionate 'why don't you go and fuck yourself?' it was over.

Fuck!

A week later, after dark again, I was walking past that same window, and knocking on that same door, having checked beforehand that Sarah wasn't there. The door was opened by Amy, who was alone, and looking sad. She gave me a big hug in the doorway, told me she was sorry for screwing things up for me, and offered me a coffee.

She wouldn't listen to my protests that the fault wasn't hers, so I let her make coffee while I went and plonked myself down on the familiar sofa. Amy had been watching TV, and I flicked back and forth between channels until she came back in.

Amy put the coffees down on the table, and snatched the remote from my hand.

"Listen here, Mr Mackie. I'm watching that."

"Watching what?"

"Cary Grant is what."

"No way."

"Yes. Shove over."

"Maybe there's a movie on."

"There is, Scott! The one I'm watching."

"That's not a movie, Amy. That's ancient history."

"You have no taste."

"You have no class."

"You, boyo, have no say."

"I can see that."

"Good. Now behave, and I'll explain."

We sat and watched the movie. She explained, I tried to pick up on it. In the end, it wasn't a bad movie, but it wasn't great either. The banter, on the other hand, was great. We argued happily for a while, and then Amy ran off to get my things. She came back with a largish box, and dropped it on the floor in front of the sofa.

"There's quite a bit here, Scott. I told Sarah we'd rescued your gear that first night, and she kept adding more. I never realised you'd left so much stuff here."

"I didn't think I had. Oh, hey, look at that. You got glasses?"

"Tequila? You have the best plans, even if you know nothing about movies. Actually, aren't there some in the box?"

"They're only movies if they made them after I was born. Are there? That's... Oh, these. Damn, I gave them to her."

"That's normal, Scott."

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

"Shit. So does that mean... Should I give back any gifts she gave me? Here, try this."

"No, I don't think so. Unless you want. Ooh, that's not bad. You want salt and stuff?"

"Nah. Mind getting a little blotto though?"

"Not at all, but we'll only get silly with that lot."

"Silly is good?"

"Silly is great, Scott. Gimme a refill."

"Done."

"Hey, listen, can I ask something? Not that full."

"You want to save some for later? Sure, ask away."

"About Sarah?"

"Oh. Yeah, go on, Amy."

"Well, have you..."

"Tried? Yep. And is it really over? Yep. Am I over her? Not yet. Am I coping? Pretty much."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to start something."

"No, I just wanted to get it said."

"Well then, good."

"Amy, she's not coming back tonight, is she?"

"No, she took off to see her brother."

"Oh, good. He'll look after her."

"You care?"

"Of course I do."

"Good. What does a girl have to do for a refill?"

"Lady's choice."

"Careful. I tend to kiss guys when I have a drink. And that's my third."

"Let me fill that again."

"Thanks. So, does that mean..."

"Hmmm?"

"Whoa, slow down. I meant... well, if I did kiss you..."

"Try it."

"Not yet."

"Oh."

"Listen, while we're still making sense here... I'm not after a boyfriend, and especially not one on the rebound."

"I never even said..."

"I know, but Scott, you just might have thought."

"Nope. I try not to. More TV?"

"Not unless you want to. Oh, God, this stuff is good."

"Yeah, it is. I like you, though, Amy."

"Like?"

"Yeah. I like to hang out with you. I like your attitude."

"Okay."

"And..."

"That better be the last one, I think."

"It has to be. That's all she wrote. Here, you have the last drop."

"God. Okay. So what were you saying?"

"Me? Oh, yeah. And..."

"Yeah, that."

"Stop interrupting."

"Sorry."

"You are not. I was going to say... And, you're sexy."

"Oh?"

"You know you are."

"I'm not at all sure I should say so, but so are you."

"Oh? I had no idea."

"Aside from that..."

"Huh? No, lean on me. Aside from what?"

"That noise."

"I do not make a noise."

"You do so."

"This is nice lying here, but... Amy, is it you, me, or the tequila? You trying to say something?"

"Maybe."

Amy turned over on the sofa, and lay me down on my back before answering. Sitting astride me as she downed the last of her tequila, she spoke carefully: "Listen, I'm not averse to a friendly frolic, here and now, but that's it. Tomorrow we're buddies. You understand the rules?"

"Yep. You sure?"

"Shhhh. Let me blame the tequila. You have anything definite in mind?"

"Hell, I'm still getting used to the idea, Amy."

"Oh, it's never crossed your mind before?"

"Oh. Yeah, it has, actually. Especially after our little accident."

"Oh? You liked that?"

"Not the fallout. Or the fall down, for that matter, but yes, I did."

"Hmmm... Lemme off here, Scott."

"Damn."

"Just for a second. I should have worn a skirt."

"Oh, I like you in jeans."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Oh, God. Or... yeah, or out of jeans."

"Sorry they're not sexy."

"Black panties are plenty sexy."

"Should I take them off?"

"Could I?"

"Oh, alright. I'd better get to take yours off, then."

I stood up from the sofa and took Amy into my arms, running my hands down her back and grabbing hold of her shirt. As I dragged it over her head, she reached back and unclipped her bra. Her breasts basically bounced into my hands, and I fondled them for a while before returning to my original task and pulling her briefs down her legs.

Suddenly, Amy was completely naked, and I was standing there fully dressed, my cock most uncomfortably contained within my trousers. Seeing my predicament, Amy started there, unclipping my belt and my trousers and reaching down to rearrange my erection. Her hand was gentle but firm on my skin. She knew how to handle a nervous penis.

Very soon my trousers were around my ankles along with my underwear, and I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of it all as she was unbuttoning my shirt. It didn't take long until we were both naked, and then she pushed me back down on the sofa.

"Want me to fall on you, stud?"

"I wouldn't mind that, Amy. Not one bit."

She sat astride me again, but further up, in much the same position as when we fell from the table, but this time she had nothing covering her most intimate parts, and she wasn't even considering teasing me. I slid my hands to her ass and pulled her to me, realising that she'd been telling the truth all those times she'd mentioned shaving downstairs. I'd always thought she was kidding, but she was completely hairless.

Looking up at her to ensure she meant to continue, I lifted myself slightly and licked her leg lightly, slowly moving up closer to the source of her tension, taking it carefully until she grunted above me and pushed herself hard against my mouth. My tongue found its way deeper between her hairless folds, and I slid it carefully upwards, finding her engorged clit without any trouble. I wasn't entirely without experience in this matter, and I took her carefully into my mouth, sucking and licking on it the way I wanted to the first time she fell on me.

Amy was gyrating crazily above me now, and as I looked up she had her breasts in her hands, her fingers more or less keeping time with my tongue. It didn't take very long before she was unable to contain herself, and as she let out a huge sigh, and crossed her arms tightly across her breasts, she came. Her legs clamped hard to the sides of my head, her muscles quivered around my tongue, her breaths were quick and shallow.

As she calmed down just a little, she took a deep breath, looked down at me and smiled.

"Like that, you mean?" she asked me.

"Yeah Amy, just like that."

"Good, because I've been thinking about that ever since."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh. Every night. Your tongue is a lot better than my fingers, I have to say."

"You're not the only one doing that, Amy."

"Oh?"

"God, yes. I can't get the image of your panties out of my mind. So close, but I couldn't touch."

"I touched. That night. I rubbed myself through my panties, like I wished you had."

"You never said you felt like that."

"You knew, Scott."

"Maybe."

"Definitely. I've made it clear before, and you understood."

"Yeah, I guess. I tried not to think about it."

"Yep. Never mind that now. Umm... Could I make a request?"

"Huh? Sure. What?"

"I want to be on the bottom."

"Oh, you are full of strong opinions, aren't you?"

"You have a better plan?"

"No, no. That sounds great to me."

"Good. Just let me get... Oooh, let go."

"Say please."

"Please."

"Oh, alright. Spoilsport."

"I thought if I... you can't drive home. If I get a blanket, we can just... fall asleep."

"Nice idea. Hurry, hurry. I'll watch."

"Perv."

"Tart."

"He-slut."

"You know, you look exceptionally nice just after an orgasm, Amy."

"You trying to get on my good side?"

"I'm going to get on your front side, if you hurry up with the blanket."

"Hold on a sec."

"Won't!"

She was back in a moment with the blanket. We sure didn't need it right then, and we fell back on the sofa and left it on the floor.

Amy lay back on the large couch, just as she wished, and I lay on top of her, my urgency having taken a step or two back for some reason. Perhaps it was the tequila. It was a good thing in any case. There was no need to hurry.

Our lips met and we kissed properly for the first time, our bodies pressed together, and our tongues exploring each other. I could feel Amy's breasts pressed against me, her large nipples hard on my skin, and I know she could feel my cock, because she spread her legs to give it somewhere to sit.

The whole thing progressed in slow motion from there. Amy produced a condom she'd grabbed with the blanket, and asked me to lift up for a moment so she could roll it on me. She had a way with her fingers and I had to stop moving for a while to avoid embarrassing myself. She seemed to know, somehow, and stopped teasing me without saying a word. Soon I settled down again, and Amy encouraged me to slide deep inside her. I was stunned at how eager she was, as though it had been an awfully long time, even though she'd just come against my tongue.

Our heights were such that I was able to continue kissing her while we were connected, and I made the most of it before we started to move against each other.

Holding myself up as best I could on my arms, with my knees firmly planted between hers, I started to thrust. Slowly at first, but it didn't take long for the both of us to be pumping frantically. I loved the look of concentration on her face as she lifted her body to mine, and the groans as I withdrew from her.

Inevitably, it was soon over. I held off as long as I could, but when Amy got the same look on her face that she'd had the first time, and her muscles clamped tight on my cock, I couldn't take it any more, and we both came, hard, together.

I groaned then, loudly, and Amy laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"That's the noise."

"What noise?"

"Your noise, you sweet man."

"Oh, that?"

"Yes, that."

"Oh, I never knew you meant that."

"Bastard."

We lay together giggling, both sweaty and quivering for a while, and then I lifted myself off her.

"No, Scott. Please. Stay there. I was only teasing."

"Gotta get this off, Amy."

"But come back."

"I will, I promise."

I walked to the bathroom, dealt with the problem, and ran back to Amy. She pulled me back on top of her, and resumed kissing me.

After a while, the kissing slowed, and we rearranged ourselves. Amy hauled up the blanket from the floor, kissed me once again, and snuggled down beside me. I guess the combination of the tequila and the orgasms was enough. We were asleep almost instantly.

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It was the clatter of the pans in the kitchen that woke me, and once I realised where I was, I sat up, the blanket vaguely around my waist, and looked around. It was morning. The sun was shining, and the smell of coffee was floating in front of me.

Needless to say I was alone. Stumbling from the sofa with the blanket around me, I hobbled into the kitchen, my eyes still blurry, and wrapped the blanket around the girl in there, trapping the two of us inside it. I giggled as I looked down, straight into the wide eyes of silent Lisa, and not Amy at all.

Picture that!