"Ah, crap. I am a rail," Tina asserted. "I’m 5’9" and I weigh 115 pounds. I’m not anorexic or anything either-as you would know if you realized this was my third bowl of ice cream tonight. It’s just that nothing sticks. And you are not fat, Amanda. You’re curvy. Nothing wrong with that. At least Jared doesn’t have to get out the magnifying glass to find your boobs, like my dates do." I laughed so hard I almost choked on my ice cream.
"You have boobs," I said after I caught my breath. "They’re just smaller. This is not necessarily a disadvantage. These things get in the way."
"Oh, I think I’d be able to deal." Tina said.
"Oh, really? Fine. I’m a C-cup. We’ll get you a pair of C-cup falsies, paste them on you, and you can go try cheerleading with them on. All those jumps and splits. Oh, and we’ll throw you in The Program so you can do it in the nude." Even Tina cracked up at that. "How I’ve managed to not give myself multiple black eyes this week is beyond my comprehension."
"All right, you’ve got a point," Tina conceded. "But you are not fat. And I’ll bet Jared would agree."
" I told you days ago you were the most beautiful girl in school," he piped up. "And I meant that from head to toe."
"Aw," was all I could say. He really was unbelievably sweet.
"And on that note," Mrs. Wicklow laughed, "I think it’s time for me to head to bed. Good night, kids."
They both said good night. "Good night, Mrs. Wicklow," I piped up. "And thank you. For…you know…"
"You’re welcome, Amanda. Any time."
"I’m heading up, too, kids. Night." Tina said. We bade her good night, and headed downstairs.
"Jared, I can’t possibly tell you how much I love your family," I said.
"I know. I’m pretty attached to them myself. And I think they really like you."
"I’m glad. Sweetie, do you mind if I take a shower?"
"Of course not," he said. "Want company?"
"Uh, no. Not really," I said.
"Oh. OK," he said, but his face fell.
"It’s not you, Jared," I tried to explain. "It’s…well…I feel dirty."
"I could help you clean up," he said with a leer.
"You pervert," I laughed, but then went back to serious. "No, Jared, I don’t mean that kind of dirty." I looked at him helplessly. "You know…" I said weakly. "I need to, you know, wash off…" I trailed off.
"Oh. I get it," he said. "There’s absolutely no need for you to feel that way, you know, but I understand. You do what you need to."
"Thanks. I’ll be right back." I went into his bathroom, undressed, grabbed shampoo and soap out of my toiletry case, and turned on the shower. Oh, it felt glorious. I did feel dirty, and I know he was saying all the right things, but I needed to do this. Because I wanted to make sure to clean out-you know. Yes, I can say it, dammit! I wanted to clean out my pussy. Yeah, he forgave what happened and all, but I still felt dirty. I didn’t want him seeing anything but his squeaky-clean girlfriend. Yeah, I was being anal, but I didn’t care. I needed to feel clean.
When I did, I stepped out of the shower, toweled myself off, and stepped back into his bedroom. I didn’t bother with clothes, of course. I walked in, and Jared was sitting in his bed, watching TV. "Yeah. You’re fat. Surrrrre you are," he said when he saw me.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I walked over to the bed, and climbed in next to him. He was as naked as I was. He switched off the light and the TV, and drew me into his arms. I kissed him, and then snuggled up against him. I could feel his big monster up against my stomach.
"What do you want, Amanda?" he asked.
"What do you want?" I teased.
"No, I asked you. Whatever you want from me, I’ll do it. It’s been a long day. If you want to just cuddle up and go to sleep, we’ll do that."
"Yeah, I want to cuddle up and go to sleep." Then I giggled. "In a couple hours or so."
"Are you sure? I’m serious. It’s been a long day for you, and I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything."
I sat up and glared at him. "Jared Wicklow, if you don’t stick that big thing of yours inside me, and in a hurry, I’m cutting it off!"
"Well, OK, Mistress, but would you mind if I partook of your charms a little bit first?" he giggled.
I got serious. "No, Jared, please, no. I need it, and I need it now. Please. I need you where you belong."
Bless him, he understood. He did stick his hand down there for a minute or two, to make sure I was wet enough, but he didn’t waste time-and the next thing I knew I felt him sliding into me.
I had forgotten I was a bit sore, and I grimaced when the head slipped in. "Are you OK? I forgot you were sore."
"I’m fine," I said, but I wasn’t all that convincing. "Just keep going."
"I am not going to hurt you."
"You will hurt me a hell of a lot more if you stop," I told him. "Dammit, Jared, I need this! I didn’t let any goddamn soreness stop me this afternoon, did I?" Shit. I wasn’t going to bring it up, I wasn’t, I wasn’t. Not in Jared’s bed.
He just looked at me and said, "Well, from what I saw, Eric’s not nearly as big as I am."
I couldn’t help it. I grinned at him like a maniac. "No, he’s not," I agreed. "Do you know how much I love you?" I had to say. "Now, my love, push!"
He pushed. Yeah, it hurt a little-but, I wasn’t kidding, it would’ve hurt a lot more if he hadn’t. A bit of physical pain I could deal with. But the rest was going away-and even the physical pain wasn’t too bad, as Jared went very slow, opening me up millimeter by millimeter. By the time he hit bottom, I wasn’t feeling any pain at all. Of any kind.
And he kept it up. He started fucking me and he was going deliciously slow, and I could feel every little bump and vein on his dick slipping past every bump and crevice of my pussy. Over and over and over again. Oh God it was beautiful.
Once I realized that I was fine, I whispered in his ear, "You can go a little faster." So he did. Nothing too fast or furious, just fast enough. I wrapped myself around him again and listened to his breathing, kissed his forehead, and just let it build. And build it did. It was like every nerve in my body pulsed just a little bit harder with every stroke. And harder, and harder, and then all my nerves just exploded, and I came. Really really hard. I even screamed. That’s all Jared needed, and I felt him pulsing deep within me.
After I caught my breath, I looked at him and said, "No condoms, ever again!"
"You got that right," he laughed.
"I’m an idiot, you know," I said softly.
"Not that again!"
"No, I am." I took a breath. "You know, I did my little-experiment-today because I was unsure. What I was, idiot that I am, was wildly impatient. We had been to bed once. If I had only waited for the second time, I wouldn’t have been unsure at all."
"Good!" he said. "As I said, if we decide to experiment, fine. You just remember who makes you scream."
"Won’t ever forget it ever again," I promised him.
"Well, it looks like your two hours to sleep time estimate was a bit overstated."
"Who says?" I teased him. "Did I say you were done? Now you may partake of my charms."
"Oh, goody," he said.
I was right. After he sampled every damn inch of me with his hands and his tongue, we went for another round. That one might have been better. And, no, he didn’t hurt me. In any way.
And it was just about two hours after we started that I fell asleep, curled up in his arms.
PART SEVEN FRIDAY MORNING
You know how waking up is. There’s those first couple of minutes when you’re hovering between actually being awake, and incoherence. Well, that moment can be surreal, especially when you wake up in an unfamiliar situation. Anyone who’s woken up in a hotel room or at a relative’s house or in a different bed knows what I’m talking about.