Your Song by Gina Elle Read Free Book Online Page B

or so ago and I’ve done a lot of travelling since then so we haven’t spoken much. Amy asks me about David and I share with her the news about Mr. Callahan’s health. Even though Amy never actually met any of my family or friends in our time together, I shared my stories with her. Despite her very short attention span for all things adult-like, for example death and illness, Amy tried her best to listen and be a friend.   When you’re dating someone you take her in and share your life, but with Amy, there was always something I held back. 
    My deepest and darkest secrets were mine alone to keep. Like the fact that here I sit secretly eyeing the door waiting for someone completely different than Amy to walk in. Caroline, I decide, stays within me.  I don’t share a thing with Amy about my fateful meeting with Sweet Caroline only a few days ago.
    “So, Eric, are we having dessert tonight?” Amy asks on cue as the young waiter is collecting our dinner dishes. As Amy struts away, Rod Stewart’s sexy anthem “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” comes to me. Hell, do I ever find Amy sexy.
    Click. The lock on the metallic restroom door is bolted in place. I turn around and Amy is already in position, up against the wall waiting for me. In one step, I walk over to her and my whole body presses hers hard against the wall. She gasps. Our lips reach for their familiar territory. Our mouths grab hold of each other’s. I press my lips down onto hers and we kiss fast, teasing, sucking, biting and tonguing with a lightning speed and a need to match it. I lower my lips and plant gentler kisses along her jaw line. She moans as my mouth makes its way towards her earlobes. I nibble there a bit and then I move down her throat. I nuzzle her neck lightly, then I blow on it and slowly I kiss it, making her want for more. Amy’s hands are on top of my shoulders and then run down my back guiding me downward. My hand reaches down for her right leg.  I take hold of the skin at the back of her knee and in one swift move; I jack her leg up and hold it up against the wall. With the palm of my other hand, I hike up her mini skirt and smooth the upper part of her inner left leg. Then I move my hand over the inner part of her right leg, circling and teasing her vagina but not touching it. My lips move down to her breast area and bite through the silky green fabric of her blouse until I can feel her nipples harden beneath me. I get harder myself. I look up at her. Her eyes are rolling back and she is biting her lower lip.
    “Fuck me,” she moans. She reaches for my cock, still inside my jeans. She gropes for it and grabs hold of it in her elongated hand. She begins to rub it hard, moving her hand in an up and down motion over the denim of my jeans. Then, without delay, she pulls my front zipper down in one quick sweep. In no time, she unbuttons the top button on my jeans and pulls out my cock. I immediately drop her propped up leg back onto the floor and reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom. She waits for me to slip the condom on, as she’s done many times before. Then, I prop her right leg back up against the wall and with my other hand, yank her panties to one side. With the speed and ease we are used to, I enter her fast and hard. With her eyes closed, my mouth pressing on hers, we fuck. I am getting closer and closer to coming. I close my eyes. I have shut Amy completely out. Faintly, I can hear her climaxing in the background, and as I ready myself for my release, I suddenly see Caroline beneath me. Not Amy. In my mind, I hear Caroline moaning and begging me to fuck her. I picture Caroline coming hard with me deep inside her. I imagine myself coming inside Caroline. It’s happening. It’s her. I see Caroline’s face. And then I explode. Hard. Fuck.
    “Did you miss me that much?” her voice interrupts my momentary state of bliss. I open my eyes and see Amy looking up at me.
    “Wow, Eric. That was intense,” Amy says as she