Amy tried the wines, but did not want to drink much. I ordered the menu to choose something to eat:
"What do you want to order?"
"I'm not hungry. Do they have dessert?"
"They do. Can I choose one for you?"
"You can."
I ordered some dessert with ice cream for her and a piece of pie for me. It did not take long to come, and who brought the desserts to our room was my friend and owner of the place, Scott:
"What's up, Dylan, how long?"
"What's up, Scott."
"Are you enjoying the space?"
"It's very interesting."
"And who's this pretty girl?"
"Scott, this is Amanda."
"Nice to meet you, Amanda."
"Nice to meet you, too."
"I hope to see you more often around here."
"Sure, we'll come more often."
"I'll leave you now to enjoy the desserts. Hope you like them. And, Dylan, I wanted to talk to you about a possible exhibition of your work. "
"I'll call you so we can talk."
"OK. Amanda, it was a pleasure to meet you. Come back soon."
"My pleasure. Thanks."
We ate our desserts and talked about other things until Amy started to yawn.
"I think it's time to go."
"Why? I love being here with you."
"But you're sleepy. I promise to let you get some sleep when we get home. After you sleep, I want you just for me."
"And who told you that I'm going to sleep?"
"So am I going to have you longer?"
"The whole night and Sunday, too."
"If so, I'm not leaving."
"So don't go. Stay with me. Forever."
As she spoke, she hugged me and looked like a picky girl. I did not resist, and I burst out laughing, hugging her back.
"Okay, dumb girl. Now let's go before I do everything I want to do at home with you here."
We left there and went straight to Amy's house. It took us about twenty minutes to arrive. The place was not that far from her home. Halfway there, I noticed that she was silent and with her head against the car window:
"Hey, what is it?"
"Nothing. I'm thinking about what it's going to be like when you leave."
"I'm only going on Monday morning, and I'm not leaving forever."
"I know. I just liked having you at home. I'll miss it."
While Amy was talking, we arrived at her house. I parked the car in the usual place, turned off the engine and she stopped talking:
"Amy, look at me. I'm not leaving, I'm not going to disappear. Monday I'm going back to my house because I need to work. I have a big project to deliver at the end of the month and all my work stuff is there. And you can go there whenever you want, any time you want to do this."
She was with her head down listening to what I was saying, so she smiled and said:
"Let's get out of the car and get in."
***
We left the house lights off, when we entered it was dimly lit by the street lights. We did not turn on any when we entered. We went straight to the room; I stood at the door watching all of Amy's movements: she sat in the armchair by the window and took off her shoes, then she got up and went to the bathroom to get wet wipes to remove her makeup. She approached me and took my hands, pulling me into the room, turned her back on me so that I unzipped her dress that slid over her body and fell to the floor. I will never stop admiring her body. One of my hands went down his spine gently, I saw her back got goose bumps. She then leaned against me and said:
"What are you going to do with me for the rest of the night?"
"I'm not going to let you sleep, I want you all night long. If you get tired, I'll let you sleep for a couple of hours, but after that, you'll be mine again."
Then she turned and started taking off my clothes. Her hands gently touched my skin; I took her around the waist and brought her close to me, and I said in her ear:
"My little hot girl, only mine."
I felt her smile and cringe, I picked her up and took her to bed, kissed her lightly on the forehead. She asked me to sit on the bed, leaning against the headboard. She then sat on my lap. I took off her bra, and she started moving like she was going to get up to take off her panties, and I stopped her:
"No, keep it."
Amy watched me as I put on the condom, pulled her panties aside, and all I felt was her hot moisture enveloping me and making me want her like this forever.
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When I met you
RomanceA girl convinced she was born to love and be loved. A boy trying to forget the past, only this way he will love and be loved. A story that shows two people after their love story.