her. It was better, but different. This went on for a little while. We’d meet, make out for at least a half-hour and she’d leave me extremely horny.
Finally, it happened. It was a Wednesday afternoon. She didn’t beat around the bush at all and got right down to it. But she was too hot and I didn’t last very long. After it was over, she started right back on me and we moved all over her dorm room. We kissed and rubbed each other so much we chaffed. We fucked well into the night and when it was over, we didn’t say a word. We just smiled at each other and she kissed me at the door.
We saw each other privately until we graduated then she moved away and I never saw her again. But, of course, I never forget her. She was one hot piece of ass.
I went back to the diary, sighing with satisfaction and wondering what ever happened to Amanda.
“I couldn’t stop grinning. Looking back at this, I have to wonder if he wasn’t just greasing my wheels for what he wanted—sex.”
Well, duh.
“But I know he did love me. And I wanted sex, too. Bad.
So, as soon as Mom left the next morning, Wayne was knocking on the front door. He had barely even given her time to get out of the driveway! And he looked so hot! He had on this crisp white t-shirt and these Levi’s that just hugged his ass. His face was clean shaven and he smelled delicious.
I took one look at him and all the lust in my body just jumped out and onto him. I didn’t even give him a chance to say hello. I just jumped his bones.
‘Hold on,’ he said and shut the front door. He gave me a long look and said, ‘God, I love you. I love you so much.’
‘I love you, too.’”
Okay. So maybe her story would be a little better, a little more romantic. I never told Amanda I loved her, nor did she tell me. We were just, as they say, fuck buddies.
“And I did. I loved that boy with every cell in my body. Everything I had I wanted to give to him. And he took it greedily, giving me everything I’d ever wanted or imagined. I was ready for him, wanting him. It was time. We’d waited long enough.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked.
I nodded. I was sure. I was ready. He was going to be my first and he liked being my first. I don’t think I could have picked a better man, and that’s what he was, a better man to give it to me the first time.”
A better man ? I shook my head. I hated this Wayne guy. I absolutely hated the prick.
“I told him of course I was sure. And then we did it. While it wasn’t quite what I had expected, it was sweet. After we were done, he didn’t move for a long moment.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked quietly.
‘I’m okay.’
‘Do you think you’ll ever want to do it again?’
‘Yeah, I think I will, Wayne,’ I said and couldn’t help but crack up. He was being so serious! After it was done, it was pretty much done to me and I wanted to get on to the better stuff. I just knew there was better stuff on down the road. Or that there had better be.
This went on for three days. On the last day of our rendezvous, my mother came home early to find us in her bed. Yes, she did. Oh, my God, it was the worse thing I have ever been through. She had come home early to make it up to me for being so mean to me about the whole thing. She was going to take me for pizza for dinner. She didn’t come home expecting me to be sitting on her bed making out with Wayne Eberhart. And thank God that’s all we were doing when she barged in.
When she entered, she just screamed like she had suddenly found herself at a murder scene or something. I jumped and was absolutely mortified at seeing her standing there with her hands in front of her face, as if she was shielding us from her sight.
I almost died. I almost wished I had. I couldn’t get out of this one. Nope. I was up shit creek. No. I was drowning in shit creek and there wasn’t a damn person around to throw me a life preserve.
‘What the hell are you doing to my
Sex Retreat [Cowboy Sex 6]
Jarrett Hallcox, Amy Welch