Amy's Night 3

I was gone for over a year-and-a-half when I realized that life in Saginaw wasn't what I hoped or thought it would be. Chicago seemed eons away when I decided to return to the old base and lick my wounds. I hated my job that I hoped would put everything negative back there out of my reach, but it was in my hands to do that now. I hardly thought of Amy or anything that happened, and I had no idea what was up or where she was. I hoped it would stay that way.

I managed to score a decent job in marketing downtown that put me in at $34,000-a-year to start, so it meant a brutal grind that would carry on for three months before I grew accustomed to it. Life was moving freely and nicely when a chance meeting in a downtown grill broke up the serenity of my life yet again.
"Son of a bitch, Kevin! How the hell are you?" 
I knew the voice, but failed to place it until I turned to face him. It was Dave, Amy's old "friend" that we spent that kinky evening with so long before.
"Goddamn Dave, how the hell are ya?" I asked, shaking his hand politely. He was really the last person I needed or wanted to see, but I was a stronger person now, and I could handle the past.

"Not bad, man," he said. "Not bad at all. Where'd ya disappear for the last few months?"
"Just found another job in Michigan, but it sucked, so I'm back here for a while." I wasn't about to mention her name, and I hoped he wouldn't either.
After small bullshit he asked me if I wanted to hook up sometime for a drink. I couldn't say no fast enough, so I agreed to meet him the next night at a place conveniently close to my work. He left without mentioning her name once.

I didn't think much of the first meeting with Dave, or the second one, really. I had major phone consultants to deal with all day, so my head-on 
meeting with the past wasn't top priority for me. However, when 5 o'clock rolled over, I began a nervous waltz with my stomach that I was losing...badly.

I sat at a table by the window drinking coffee, a new vice for me, staring off into the continuous stream of people walking by on their way home. I thought about how I was actually nervous about seeing Dave again, and I had no idea why. Hell, we knew each other pretty well, I guess. Considering all that had happened, we hadn't seen each other since that night in the club with Amy and Geoff, and it was nerve-racking to think of how to avoid her for the duration of our meet. Hell, I was probably making more out of it than I needed to; he might be just as nervous as I am, I thought. 
Dave walked in and patted my shoulder softly. "How are ya, man?" he asked. "Good spot - by the window."
He sat down in front of me and I smiled. "Yeah, window seats are the only way to go, man," I replied. I knew it sounded stupid, but what the hell.
We mulled over three cups of coffee and multitudinous tales of work and such for nearly an hour. It was quite comfortable after a while. Her name wasn't even brought up. I finally figured he didn't want to remember her any more than I did and that felt good.

"So," I said, sipping from my cup, "anything new around here?"
He smiled, slumped back in his chair and sighed. "Yeah, we couldn't avoid her forever, I guess." I guess my reaction set him back because he added, "Hey man, if you don't want to talk about it, I'll leave it alone...no problem. I mean, it's kind of awkward..."

I guess my curiosity got the better of me because I shrugged and said, "Well, let's get it over with. What's Amy been up to?"
Dave looked out the window for what seemed like an hour and finally said, "We've been together for almost a year."

I gulped down a mouthful of coffee. "How weird is that?" I said.
He set down his cup and folded his arms on the table. "Well," he sighed, "let's see...where to begin? It took us a long time to get it together, but we just ended up hooking up, you know?" He seemed very uncomfortable saying any of this, but I tried to hide my shock behind my coffee cup.
"Well, at least she's happy now," I said. 
"Yeah, we're cool, you know?"
Yeah, makes perfect sense, I thought. "So have you seen that fucker?"
Dave nodded. "Geoff? Yeah, he hangs out at the same club we do, but we stay clear and he does the same. He doesn't want a reminder of previous ass, you know?"

We bullshitted a while more, then we agreed to meet up that Friday night to hang out watch a basketball game or something. He said that Amy would be out with friends from her new job as a law office manager. I was resigned to the fact that if that's what she wanted in life, then so be it. When I thought of the many jerkoff sessions after she'd go home because she was "saving herself" for the marriage bit, I was pissed off. I was thoroughly mad that I didn't bang her earlier and more often, for she would have surely given it up had I pushed her on it. I was tired of being the nice guy all the time, and I figured if I never saw her again it would suit me just fine. As far as I was concerned, Amy was a dead ex-girlfriend. I made up my mind that I wouldn't need to see her again, and it was for the best. I assured him that he could talk about her freely, that my love for her was gone.

I lay in bed that night thinking about Amy and what a great piece of ass she turned into before we broke up. Despite my resentment of her, the memories of pumping into her tight pussy got my cock to harden in my shorts. I began rubbing it slowly, non-commitingly, thinking about Amy and the sword-swallowing act she performed on Dave that night so long ago. It made me wonder if she had been fucking around with him before that night. I had wondered about that ever since that night, but I thought it best to leave it unasked. The less we know.... 

Friday night arrived and Dave and I agreed to meet at his place uptown. I was a bit worried about running into Amy, but he assured me that she wouldn't be there. She still lived at home, so she'd probably go straight there. He also said that eventually we'd have to see each other again, so we had better prepare for it. 

Fine, I could prepare for it, but at a later time...for now, I was set to just hang out and have fun. 
We were a quarter into the game when Geoff invited me into his bedroom to show me his sports collection. He kept everything in a glass display cabinet, and I was quite impressed. His room was nice: lots of space, huge bed, walk-in closet, it was definitely a cool place. When he showed me the closet, I noticed a pair of leather pants draped over a chair - they were Amy's. 
"Ah, remember those?" he asked, smiling? "God, her body was made for those pants."

"Yeah, she does look awesome in them," I replied.
"Man, I've emptied my balls on them so many times, the dry cleaner smiles at Amy every time she brings them in," he added. Then he remembered who he was talking to and said, "Oh shit, man, I'm sorry." 
"Hey, she's a great piece of ass," I added quickly. "We both know that."

"The first time I nailed her full on in a bed, my balls ached for three days," he added, rubbing the front of his pants for emphasis. "She's the best fuckin pussy I've ever had, man."

I remembered my earlier statement that he could talk openly about her without worry, so I let him ramble on about cumming in her mouth and watching her swallow his entire load without drinking water. To be perfectly honest, it was turning me on something fierce. I remembered Amy as this religious virgin that was afraid to wear leather pants in front of her mother; now she was the town whore, sucking her way through the phone book. Again, I wondered if it was my fault.

"Hey, you wanna see something?" Dave asked like a little kid hiding his Dad's Playboys. He went over to the dresser and pulled out a videotape. I immediately knew where this was going. "I set this up from the closet shelf; it's not the best angle, but it's definitely a keeper, you know?"

He popped it into the VCR and we were treated to an empty bedroom for nearly five minutes, then Amy and Dave entered the room. They were dressed like they had been out that night: Amy was wearing a black leather jacket and tight blue jeans with pumps, and she looked incredibly sexy! She looked just as she had the last time I saw her, no major changes. She was still a slut in a perfect little Catholic body.
Eventually the strains of loud music could be heard in the background, so it was during a party at Dave's place that they decided to go at it, and they wasted no time in doing it. Dave began to kiss Amy's neck from behind, his hands cupping and rubbing her shapely ass. Amy's head tilted back in a passionate movement, then she turned and kissed him full on the lips. While his hands explored every crevice of her ass and back, Amy returned the favor by rubbing his back and shoulders as they kissed. 

The make-out session went on for a minute or so before they moved over to the bed where Dave fell on his back and Amy followed, lying on top of him. Soon her hand found its way to his groin, feeling around for the massive dick that was hiding beneath his zipper. While her hand fumbled around for the zipper, Dave helped her out by unsnapping his pants. Amy's hand disappeared inside his pants, and she felt around for his prick. When she got a good grip on it, she withdrew it from its prison and began stroking it slowly. 
He appeared even larger than I remembered. His cock definitely dwarfed her tiny hand. He whispered something into her ear, then Amy slithered down his body and began licking his erection like a Las Vegas hooker. All I got to see was the back of her leather jacket and her blonde head bobbing up and down on him. Dave's head fell back and he let out a long groan, planting his hand on the back of her head, guiding her lips over his penis in a perfect motion....

"Ah, you don't want to see the rest of that shit," Dave said, ejecting the tape quickly. My cock said otherwise, now straining against my underwear.

"Hell yes, leave it on," I said. I didn't care how stupid it sounded; I wanted to see Amy suck him to orgasm. He smiled and threw the tape at me.
"Well, there might be stuff on there you won't like to...."

"Don't be stupid," I interrupted. "I've seen it all."
He shook his head. "Okay, knock yourself out," he laughed. "I don't wanna see that on late night cable, though, hear? And I want it back!"

"Cool," I managed to spit out. He had to know I was hard, but thankfully he didn't call me on it. We walked back into the living room and watched the rest of the ballgame, but my hand clutched the tape tightly. I was hardly able to sit still; I wanted to get home quickly and see the porno actress I used to date.

I fumbled around with my keys at the door, barely able to hold on to a clear thought. I couldn't ever remember being more turned on then I was at that moment. I pushed my way through the door, suddenly 100 lbs., and immediately went for the VCR. I popped the tape in carefully and grabbed the remote control from the couch. I flipped on the TV and sat down, waiting for the picture to come in. 
As it cleared, Amy's head came into view from its primitive top view swallowing Dave's cock as he lay back with his eyes shut tight. Amy's head bobbed up and down over his cock, her hand running slowly along the shaft. This went on for about five minutes, and I wasn't complaining. I was amazed that she still turned me on like she did.