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Buddies Forever

By: R E THEGN



A young woman sat on the bank of a stream, almost tented by a weeping willow tree, her breasts pressed to her knees, arms around her legs. She wore an over-sized, white tee shirt, baggy khaki shorts and sneakers. She had long, very full, light brown hair streaked blonde by the sun and always pulled into a ponytail, large blue eyes, a cute button nose and very kissable lips that looked bee-stung.

If you asked people to describe Amy, they would comment on every beautiful thing above her neck because that's generally all they saw, other than her five foot, six inch height.

What they didn't see was a fantastic body; small waist, apple-sized breasts with thick nipples, a bottom ‘that could stop traffic'…nicely rounded, a little plump with a deep cleft that separated her cheeks and endless, shapely legs.

There was one problem. As she sat there that afternoon by the river, Amy was very depressed, tears spilling down her face, watching them as they hit her legs. She didn't even try to stop her crying, just let it all out.

In a few days, life would change. She was headed off to WVU, the recipient of a scholarship and acceptance into the Honors Program and Jeff was going too, having accomplished the same thing. They had finished one/two in their graduating class. Just one difference…Jeff was ecstatic and Amy was depressed. He called her every night gushing with enthusiasm. He would ask her what was bothering her and she just replied, ‘nothing'.

Jeff and Amy were buddies; hard, fast and true buddies ever since fourth grade. They were part of the same gang…five boys and Amy. Actually, she became a full-fledged member freshman year in high school.

Amy thought about the day it happened and her subsequent status change. Walking down the hall on her way to English class, she felt hands grab her buttocks and she screamed. Jeff was walking a few steps behind and he grabbed the guy and threw him against the hall lockers. A crowd quickly gathered. Jeff yelled at him, ‘Ya wanna' a thrill, put your hands on your little johnson and keep ‘em there, ya little shit!'

After school that day, Jeff asked her to join them at the luncheonette, their "clubhouse". It was cokes and fries smothered in cheese, all around. Two days later, she arrived at school in painter's pants, shirt and work boots…the official uniform. She was ‘in' and everybody knew it, including her mother who commented to Amy's father, ‘Well, it could be worse…a tongue stud, belly button piercing. It's easy to change clothes'. The uniform rarely changed. As she developed more womanly curves, the clothes just got baggier.  
In ninth grade, it was "bullshit this and bullshit that'. In tenth grade, the words grew bolder; it was "fuck this and fuck that'. She gave as good as she got. Big Bear, sweet as could be, but really ‘dumb as wood', would yell at her, ‘How they hangin', Amy' and she would grab her crotch, push her pelvis forward and yell back, ‘OK, man'. Jeff would just smile and shake his head.

Amy remembered a time at the clubhouse when Bear reached across her, grazing a breast and whispered to Jeff, ‘She's got tits'. Jeff had a startled look on his face and replied, ‘You're kidding!'. It was several seconds after everybody started laughing that Big Bear caught up. But God, Amy thought, he was so lovable. He was also capable of tearing apart anybody that looked at Amy in the wrong way!

By eleventh grade, Jeff was a man-child, over six feet tall, broad chest and shoulders, muscular, dark blonde wavy hair falling in his eyes…and girls following him! On Friday nights, after the basketball game, Amy would see him walking off with a girl, heading into the woods behind the school. For Amy, it was walking home alone, stripping off her clothes, lying in bed, one hand cupping a breast, the other working between her silky thighs and always thinking of what they were doing, until sleep came and with it, tortured dreams.

Her problem? It would only get worse. They'll be a horde of freshman girls and maybe, even sophomores and juniors vying for his attention. Oh, Shit! She also thought their playful banter would end, each one trying to best the other.

* * * * * * * * * * * 

At the end of August, they were off to college at Morgantown. The first week was freshman orientation at the downtown campus. They felt like "kings of the hill", a horde of freshmen, upperclassmen serving as guides and there were also college advisors. Jeff told Amy that it felt like summer camp, organized activities during the day and roaring parties through the night. 

Most first year Honors Program students were assigned housing at Dadisman Hall, a four-story brick fortress with community bathrooms, lounge, study rooms and recreation areas. They were amazed when Jeff was placed in Room 259 and Amy in 255. They grew up as next-door neighbors and now were living two rooms apart. Somebody in Housing must have really screwed up.

"Hey, Amy, this 9 x 16 looks like a bowling alley! If I can get my neighbor to switch rooms with you, we could bust through the wall and have a really great fucking room."

"Uh, Jeff, on that subject, don't you think you'd like some privacy?"

"The only girl coming in this room is you."

Coming, yeah, for studying! "Well, there are other things that require privacy, ya know, like scratching, squeezing, stroking, etc.."

"I thought about that. We put our beds on opposite sides of the room and turn the lights out."

"Jeff, now I know for sure why you're in the Honors Program. That's brilliant! Why don't you talk to the RA about switching my room?" 

The "party" ended on Sunday night. Over the next few weeks, they made new friends, always in groups, but Amy started to feel like a tag-along. Jeff was like attracting bees to honey. Amy was attracting four-eyed nerds only interested in her brains, although one guy confessed to her that he had a foot fetish. Now we're getting somewhere…Oh, fuck!

They did spend many hours studying together, either in her room or his. They were relaxed, really comfortable with each other, no homesickness. 

In November, Amy attended a meeting held to introduce freshman to upperclassmen and professors in the English department and it was there that she met Lynn. She was a senior; she was also very beautiful. 

Lynn was about Amy's height, had large breasts that fought with her sweater and fantastic looking legs coming out of a short skirt. Her hair was shoulder length, ash blonde, but it was her eyes and mouth that kept Amy from looking away. 

They sat together and Lynn kept up a whispered dialogue explaining whom everyone was, which profs to take and which to avoid. She also pointed out the department flirt who tried to get into every girl's pants. Amy had her hand over her mouth to cover giggles and laughter.

She spotted Jeff sitting several rows away and he winked at her and she winked back. Lynn asked Amy if he was her boyfriend and Amy told her about their "buddy" relationship. Lynn thought she said ‘budding' and Amy laughed so loudly that heads turned to them.

As they left the building, Lynn asked Amy up to her apartment for a drink. She had several books that she thought might interest her. Amy agreed to join her.

Lynn's apartment was very nicely furnished; she obviously came from money. There was a large leather sofa in a soft green color with printed fabric pillows covering most of it, two upholstered side chairs surrounding a wood and iron table and all sorts of plants placed below three large windows. A computer workstation and desk sat in a corner.

She took two beers from the fridge, put them on the table and walked to her desk where she picked up several books. Amy couldn't take her eyes off Lynn.

They started drinking and Lynn opened one of the books. It was leather bound and the subject was 19th Century erotica. She thumbed through it, stopping at beautifully engraved prints. Amy was blushing and she wondered if Lynn noticed. She had seen erotic pictures before but nothing that compared to these. They depicted bestiality, exaggerated sex organs, and men or women copulating with animals.

Lynn placed her hand on Amy's shoulder and leaned forward to pick up another book. When she moved back, she pressed her lips lightly to Amy's mouth. Amy experienced a mixture of arousal and shock. She was starring at Lynn but the woman's eyes were closed and she deepened the kiss, her tongue gliding over Amy's lips. 

"I've been wanting to kiss you all night, Amy. Does it feel good?"

Amy just continued to stare at her. Lynn kissed her again, this time her tongue finding Amy's and they danced together. Arousal replaced shock. Amy kept thinking about this moment, nothing else.

The kiss broke and Lynn hugged Amy to her. Amy didn't want answers now. Lynn's fingers were unbuttoning Amy's blouse and then she felt the woman's hands on her naked breasts. "You don't even need a bra, do you?" Her nipples moved in Lynn's palms. She felt confused, drifting between shame and excitement. 

"Amy, let's move to the other room. It's more comfortable."

Amy couldn't speak. She wasn't sure she could stand. Lynn took her hands and lifted her from the sofa. She was light-headed, feeling as if she had to pump to the surface after a deep dive to suck air. 

They sat on the side of the bed and Lynn removed Amy's blouse.

The bedroom was very ordinary: a large bed, a night table, a dresser and an armoire, the exception being the walls. They were covered with erotic and pornographic pictures, not prints, from floor to ceiling. Amy recognized a few of the women. They were students! It was chilling and exciting at the same time. 

When she refocused on Lynn, she was removing the last of Amy's clothing…her panties.

As Lynn pulled Amy off the bed, she tugged off her sweater and asked Amy to help with her bra. Amy couldn't stop her hands from shaking but she finally got it unhooked. Lynn took Amy's hands and brought them to her chest, each hand encircling a large breast. Amy's swollen nipples pressed into Lynn's back. Lynn's skirt dropped to the floor. Amy couldn't stop shaking.

"Amy, if I ran my fingers through your lips and touched your little clit, you'd come all over them, wouldn't you?"  
The younger woman couldn't find words and even if she had, she wouldn't have answered.

They lay back on the bed and Lynn caressed her, all over her body and encouraged Amy to follow her lead. Lynn suckled at Amy's breasts, pinched her nipples between her lips and kissed her way down to her thighs. She pushed Amy's legs up until her knees almost touched her chest.

"Oh, God, your little clit isn't so little, is it Amy?"

Amy was on fire…shaking, tingling, losing her mind. Lynn kissed her lips, drove her tongue deep into Amy's pussy and then ran it across her clit, sucking and teasing, following the path from cunt to button, again and again. Amy was sobbing and she screamed as wild tremors signaled the start of her ‘little death'.

As she recovered, she realized that Lynn's arms were around her, holding her tightly.

She whispered, "It's getting late. I'll drive you back to the dorm."

On the way, Lynn told Amy about a meeting of the BiGLM, the Lesbian Mountaineers, to be held tomorrow afternoon at the LAIR. She told Amy she would love her friends. Amy was far from being naïve, but the word ‘lesbian' rattled her.

They kissed goodnight and Amy walked into her dorm, totally ignoring people she passed, even those who spoke to her. She finally reached her room, tore off her clothes, collapsed on the bed and cried.

When she opened her eyes, it was morning. Amy skipped her 8:00 AM class, just sat at her desk, starring out the window, searching for answers to too many questions. Then it dawned on her; there weren't any questions. Her tears last night were about Jeff. It should have been him in bed with her.

At 4:00 PM, Amy walked into the Rec building. There were at least forty women working their way into the meeting room. Amy thought several of them fit the description of "butch", but most looked like any other woman on campus, their sexuality known only to themselves and their friends.

Lynn was talking with another girl but when she saw Amy, she excused herself and approached her with that infectious smile on her face. She put her arm around Amy.

"We have to talk, Lynn."

"Before or after the meeting?"

"Before."  
"Uh huh. I think I know what you're going to say."

"Last night you asked me if I was in a relationship and I said no, but I am involved with that guy you saw at the department meeting last night…only one problem, he doesn't know it…yet."

Jeff was walking toward them. Lynn's arm was still around Amy's shoulder and she was hugging her. In all the years she'd known Jeff, she could read every expression on his face, in his eyes, but this one stopped her cold! Amy felt a chill down her spine. He just walked by without a wink, a nod or a word.

"Amy, you'd better stake your claim and fast, girl, because even though he may not be my type, I know a hunk when I see one and believe me, there a few hundred girls on this campus who are making plans right now. I have a suggestion, though. You oughta' dump those clothes. A girl has to show some assets and you got some beautiful ones!"

Amy hugged Lynn to her and whispered, "Thanks, Lynn….for everything." She blushed.

"Hey, if it doesn't work out, you know where to find me." They both laughed.

Over the next two days, she didn't see Jeff. Even in the classes they shared, he arrived at the last minute and was the first out the door. She didn't see him at meals, in the dorm or around the campus. She knew he was avoiding her.

Returning to the dorm one evening, she skimmed through her e-mails, finding only one of interest. It read, ‘Study tonight, my room, 8:30?'. Her heart skipped a beat.

She knocked on the door and walked into his room. Jeff was sitting at his desk in sweats, bare-chested. She was wearing a terrycloth robe and slippers, standard evening dorm wear. He waved her over, got out of his chair and opened the belt of her robe, his hands pushing the garment to the floor. Amy stood there in a shortie nightgown, her face flushed. 

Jeff grabbed her wrist as he sat and pulled her face down across his lap.

"Jeff?"

He sat there starring at her bottom and then whacked her with his hand.

"What are you doing?" She laughed.

He continued with the spanking, the strokes becoming harder and harder.

"You're hurting me, Jeff." She fought back her tears.  
He hit her until his hand ached. Amy pushed herself off his lap and fell to the floor. Her ass was really sore. She quickly put her robe on and picked up her books and papers.

"I don't want you seeing that girl anymore, Amy."

"Whaaat?"

"You heard me."

"Well, I don't want you seeing your girls, either." Shit…that was clever.

"Fine!"

"You…you asshole…you fucking asshole!" She stormed out of his room.

Jeff's neighbor stood at the door of his room, a big grin on his face.

"Matt, while you're getting your mind out of the gutter, why don't you sit on this and fuck yourself!" The ‘bird' was right in his face. The grin disappeared, replaced by shock.

Amy slammed the door to her room, leaning back against the door, tears running down her face and not from the pain. She had never talked to Jeff like that, other than in a joking way and he had never swatted her like that. Things were going downhill and fast.

The next day she sensed he was trying to make contact, but she detoured at his every approach.

Jeff decided a little space at this point was a good idea. Time heals everything…even a sore ass!

Two days later, they talked, but no play talk.

A week later, they were studying together, she in clothes, no robe and nightie and still, no banter, but the thaw was settling in.

Just before Thanksgiving break, one night in his room, he said, "Amy, I gotta' go down to my folk's cabin to do some work before winter freeze. You want to come with me? I asked Ron, the RA, if I could borrow his car and he said ‘sure'."

"Yeah, sounds good." Her mental state over their recent problem wouldn't allow her thoughts to go where she wanted them to go. Tears in her eyes, she blurted out, "Jeff, I feel like I've lost my buddy, have I?"  
He looked startled. "Hey, where did that come from? Don't you remember in sixth grade when we cut our fingers, mixed blood and said ‘Forever'? Nothing will change that, Amy!"

She rushed to him and hugged him, her tears falling on his chest.

"Amy, do I need a towel?"

Sobbing, she answered, "No, when I finish I'll lick them off." 

"Uh…Amy, would you take your shirt off so I can cry on your chest?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

On Friday afternoon they piled their things, book bags and coolers, into Ron's car and began their two-hour trip to the cabin. As the crow flies, it was only eighty miles but it was a two-lane road, the last part of which traversed some of the most beautiful land in the country. This had to be the place described as West ‘By God' Virginia. The cabin was east of Mill Creek bordering the Monongahela National Forest.

It was a little chillier than normal for this time of year. The sun was very hazy, under cloud cover, and the possibility of rain grew as they traveled further south. Amy moved closer to Jeff, looked up and smiled at him and he smiled back. Suddenly he took her hand.

"Amy, I have a question for you but I don't know how to ask it….Do you want some heat in the car?"

She laughed. "That's your question? and no, I'm not cold."

"Uh, no, that wasn't my question." She looked at him and saw that he was nervous, maybe embarrassed, and she squeezed his hand. "What I wanted to ask is why you dress the way you do? Other than that night in my room, I'd never seen your body. As long as I've known you, you've worn oversized boy's clothes. I thought you were ashamed of your body. If I'm out of line, tell me."

"No, Jeff, you're not…when I left for school, my Mom gave me some money for new clothes, but I felt guilty about spending it. The last couple of years have been tough on Dad and my scholarship doesn't cover everything. All the years before that….you'll think I'm a real nutcase….I've never been a true tomboy. I guess about the time the hormones kicked in, I couldn't keep my eyes off you. Call it a crush or whatever. I just had to be with you, so I became one of the gang.

As we grew older and you started dating I realized how stupid I'd been, but I didn't have the guts to tell you and I thought you'd just laugh at me. We were buddies, right?"  
"Amy, you don't know how many times I came close to asking you out but I thought you'd just slap me on the back and laugh at me. Time to stop playing games, huh?"

"No, we just have to think up new ones." Amy was hoping they'd crack more ice than books this weekend.

"There's something else I have to tell you…about that night in my room. I'm really sorry about the way I acted. When I saw you with that girl in the hallway at the Lair and she was hugging you, I was really mad and the feeling just kept dragging on. After you stormed out of my room calling me a ‘fucking a-hole', it hit me that I wasn't angry…I was jealous. Do you remember that kid in high school who grabbed you? Well, I felt the same way about this girl. I just didn't like anybody touching you."

"Jeff, when you saw me outside the meeting room I was ending something that started the night before. I guess my lesbian friend saw something that turned her on and I liked someone paying attention to me."

"She's a lesbian?" 

"Duh! Didn't you see the sign on the meeting room door?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I did. I also knew what she was and you weren't, but I was still jealous."

"Uh, are you sure you're reading all the signs correctly?"


Buddies Forever Ch. 02



Author's Note: Ch. 01 appeared in January 2005. If you haven't read it or it's been a long time since you did, please re-read. You'll be lost without Ch. 01.

*

Amy opened one eye and saw the sun shining through the gap between the blinds and the window frame. She rolled from the light. Much too early to get up and besides she had to get back to her thoughts...the most romantic, no, erotic...no, wonderful images of her and Jeff. Her hand wandered down her body, over her tummy, into her panties to the wet heat between her thighs.

She brushed two fingers over her swollen button and let out a deep sigh. Last night in Jeff's basement bedroom, his tongue had lapped at her, devoured her as he brought on one orgasm after another that left her whimpering and drained. Amy hadn't been able to concentrate on his cock probing deeply in her mouth. Jeff finally grabbed his shaft and within seconds spurted his cum onto her breasts and following standard procedure, massaged his semen into her tingling nipples. Amy didn't have the strength to laugh but the view of her soaked nipples and breasts absorbing the cum from his fingers left her shivering.

Lying in her bed, a smile on her face and tingling from a tiny orgasm, she decided it was time to get up and help her mother with the holiday dinner. There would be plenty of time that night for them to continue their erotic journey. She giggled.

Light shining between the blinds and the window frame!  Her eyes popped open. She saw a chest of drawers against the wall. It can't be...it can't be. I'm still asleep. She closed her eyes tightly. This is impossible. Amy rolled toward the light and opened her eyes...blinds! Her bedroom had curtains, yellow with tiny blue flowers and...

There was a knock at the door and she rose from the bed and opened it.

'Hi, are you...Amy?' Jeff stared at her, totally nude except for panties. She looked glassy-eyed. Is she on drugs? Impossible! Amy doesn't even like taking aspirin. He realized there were people milling in the hallway and he slipped into the room and closed the door. Grabbing the robe from the closet door, he helped her into it. With his arms wrapped around her, he pressed her to him, holding her tightly.

'Amy, you're shaking. Tell me what happened.'

She didn't respond.

'Who were you out with last night?'

Again she didn't answer him.

'Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?'

'No.'

'C'mon sit down. Tell me what happened.'

'I...I don't know. Jeff, what's today's date?'

'Uh...November 12.'

'Oh God!'

'What?'

'I had this dream last night.'

'A nightmare?'

'Uh unh.'

'What was it about?'

'I can't talk about it now...Jeff, I need to be alone. I have to think this through.'

'Why don't you talk about it. Maybe I can help you understand it.'

'Jeff, believe me. You're the last person who could help me.'

'Huh?'

'Go to class. I'm OK. I'll talk to you later.'

'You sure?'

'Yes.'

'OK...be back at 11:30 and I'll bring something to eat. We have Evil History at 2:30 so we'll have plenty of time to talk. That's what buddies are for...right?'

'Uh...I'm not sure.' She was blushing.

'Huh?'

'Go...now.'

Amy sat at her desk staring at the calendar...Friday, November 12, 2004. A dream! Wishful thinking? Maybe I hadn't been sleeping at all. Maybe I had been fantasizing, except this wasn't fantasy...it was real! Real, get a grip, girl. This wasn't real! She remembered a section in her Psych book about dream analysis. No analysis needed here...just two horny teenagers humping like rabbits! OK, you've got a brain...use it. Outline it, summarize, draft. She was going to write it, down to the gnat's eyelash, every detail she could remember. Maybe some publisher would love a teenager's fantasy. Maybe Jeff would like to read it...no...YES!!! 

* * * * * * ** *

Amy knocked on Jeff's door and walked into the room. She handed him a binder and he noticed the cover had printed on it 'My Dream'.

'Finally. Is it a fantasy?'

'Maybe. You'll have to read it and see for yourself.'

'It must have been quite a dream...twenty-four printed pages?'

As he began reading, Amy sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him.

'Holy shit!....Lynn?'

'I don't know anybody named Lynn.'

She watched his facial expression for any kind of reaction. It was like looking through a kaleidoscope; she saw shock that changed to embarrassment, then amazement and finally to desire. Then he looked at her. She wondered if this was a mistake. He probably thinks I'm a real nut case. Maybe he wouldn't see it as she did...a sign of her feelings for him, but she was definitely prepared to prove her point.

Jeff turned the page. Amy gulped. She knew the script, page by page. He was reading the part about spanking. Noticing him adjust the crotch of his sweatpants, she realized there was some action there. What a perv...but why am I getting aroused. He's a perv, but I'm a...slut!... Oh shit. If he looks down he's going to see my nipples pushing out my t-shirt.

Amy couldn't resist, didn't want to resist, running her fingers over the bulge in his sweats. His cock pulsed at her touch, his face now a picture of shock.

'Uh, Amy. Do you know what you're doing?'

'Uh huh.'

As she continued to rub her fingers up and down his shaft, he just stared at her...open-mouthed. He couldn't find words to speak. The binder dropped from his hand to the floor. She reached for the waist of his pants and as he automatically lifted his bottom, she pulled the sweats to his ankles and over his feet. 

He moaned, 'Oh God!'

'Well, it's C!'

That remark shocked him. 'C!!! Most...uh, observers give it an A!'

'No, Jeff. This is a C.' It definitely met her expectation. C was beautiful...if you could call a cock beautiful...broad, thick, long, pulsing...the head almost purple. Amy shivered.

'And what makes you an authority?' He was baiting her.

'If you keep reading you'll find out.'

His mouth dropped open but that didn't prevent his hands from reaching for the top of her t-shirt and pulling it over her head...Amy happily assisting. His mouth still open, he stared at her breasts. A week earlier in her room he hadn't really looked, well, anyway not in the way he was looking now. They were beautiful; he could think of no other way to describe them. There was one other word...perfection.

His hands were shaking as he covered her breasts, fingers punishing the nipples. Amy's hand circled the root of his meat and she ran her hot, wet tongue up the shaft, flicking the head. He groaned loudly as her tongue danced around him before she sucked the head into her mouth. Every nerve ending in his body screamed as her mouth traveled down his cock.

Amy's arousal was flaring as she felt her juices oozing down her inner thigh. She popped his erection out of her mouth and stared up at him. 

Jeff moaned, 'Amy, are you sure you know what you're doing?'

'Absolutely, Jeff. If you continue reading you'll find out and that part isn't fantasy!' She laughed.

Jeff looked at the binder on the floor and then at his hands on her beautiful, swollen tits. He struggled with the decision but he couldn't get past the words...'and that part isn't fantasy' so he picked up the binder. He swore he heard a perky nipple shout at him, 'Asshole!'

As he continued his reading, Amy continued her chore. His mind wandered from the text to Amy's out-of-character actions. This is absolutely unbelievable. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth and laved it with her tongue.

'God', he groaned. 'How am I supposed to concentrate?'

'Oh, sorry Jeff. Do you want me to stop?'

'I didn't say that, did I?'

Amy labored over his beautiful specimen. He claims to read 600 words a minute but he hasn't turned the page in eight minutes. I guess he's distracted. Oh, woman, you are wicked, wicked...wicked. He was moaning constantly and Amy, even lacking experience, knew where this was heading...no bullhorn needed. He was pumping hard into her mouth and she had to back up with each push to keep from gagging. Make a decision fast, girl...Oops, too late!

Jeff shrieked, 'Amy...I'm coming!'

She opened her lips slightly as his cum exploded into her mouth and dribbled down his cock as she continued sucking. When she looked up at him she knew he was off in another world, still hard as stone, but clean as a newborn babe and squeegeed dry.

There was a knock at the door. 'Jeff?' It was Matt, his next-door roommate.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

'Jeff, are you there?'

'Yeah, Matt, what's up?' Amy giggled. Jeff put his finger to his lips. She giggled again as she continued to pump his shaft.

'Amy's mom called on the dorm phone. She's been trying to reach her and she's not answering her cell. Ya know where she is?'

'Yeah, I know where she is.' She's on her knees worshipping my bone! Where the hell did that come from? She's my buddy, isn't she? Oh, shit. 'I'll see she gets the message right away. Thanks, Matt.'

'Uh, Jeff. Are you alone?'

'No.'

'Sorry about that. See ya later.'

'Here, Amy. Use my phone.'

"Uh, Jeffrey. Don't you have anything to say?'

'You mean...yeah, I feel like we crossed a line tonight...as wide as a football field, but

nobody blew a whistle.'

'You know I'm not a whistle blower, right?'

'Well, you can't excel in all "sports", can you?'

'Jeff, are you OK with this?'

'Yeah, I am.'

'Was it as good for you as it was for me?'

'Ye Gods. Make your phone call, you hellion!'

'Could you dial for me? I'm busy.' They stared at each other as he made the call.

'Hi, Mom...yeah, I didn't realize it was so late. My phone is on charger and I'm in Jeff's room...uh huh...well, I was slaving over a real hard problem, real deep stuff, but I finally got it licked...Jeff?...he's OK. Well, actually he got a C and he thought it was an A.' Amy covered the phone and laughed. Jeff was as red as a beet; either shock or he was about to come again! She eased off slightly. 'Uh huh...Jeff, Mom says when you're young these little defeats mean nothing. You can bounce right back up...Jeff!!!!...no, it's OK, Mom.' He looked like he swallowed a peach pit. 'Uh huh...hey, that's what buddies are for. I know I can always lift his spirit.. Hey, I already have....yeah, OK, Mom, talk to you next week. Bye. Mom says bye, Jeff. Bye, Mom.'

'Amy, I think I ought to check the size of your balls!'

'I have a better idea, Jeff. Go back to your reading and I'll stop the distraction.'

'Aw, shucks.' He picked up the binder again. It appeared that he was devouring each syllable, probably reading no more than forty words a minute. 'Amy, how do I know what's fantasy and what's reality?'

'Where are you...on the road to the cabin?'

'Yeah. How did you know?'

'A woman knows those things.' She giggled.

'Right. I shouldn't have asked.'

'After the part where we finish dinner, it's 98% fantasy. I'll know when you get there.'

Several minutes later she realized C was back...actually more than back. He was throbbing.

'We're on the sofa, right?'

'Now you're reading my thoughts?'

'It's not your thoughts I'm reading. Do you need a hand?' She laughed.

'I don't think so. I'm doing fine on my own.' 

Yeah, I guess you are. She noticed the pre-cum glistening on the head of his penis. She wondered if she could get there before it hit the floor.

He kept reading, occasionally looking up at her. Ohmygod, today is Friday, the 19th, the day we left for the cabin. Could he see her arousal, sense her arousal, smell her arousal. She was as turned on as he was. It was like they were living every moment together. He laughed, he smiled and sometimes just throbbed, violently.

"BAM...JLB...shouldn't it be P for pussy?...Oh, God!' He was laughing hysterically. 

'Amy, this is too much. If I didn't know how honest you are I'd swear you made this up. Un-fucking-believable!'

Jeff was staring at her nipples; maybe mesmerized was a better word. There was pre-cum glistening on his cock. She knew exactly where he was in the text. 'C?...C!, he roared.

On a scale of 1 to 10, he gets a 12...C, that is!

Ten minutes later he put down the text. He stared at her, couldn't decide whether she was blushing or flushed. He decided flushed.

'I got a question for you. Are you really a slut?'

'I don't know. How many buddies have sucked your cock?'

'Take your clothes off and get into bed.'

'Sir, is it OK if I get my cell phone and toothbrush first?'

'Yeah, but be real quick about it.'

She raced to the door. 'Amy...did you forget something?' He was waving her t-shirt.

'Oh yeah.'

In a flash, she was back, wearing a long, belted robe and her Mickey Mouse slippers. Off came the slippers, she opened the belt and let the robe slip from her shoulders to the floor.

'Ta-dah!' She was getting to enjoy his wide-eyed stare and open mouth expression. 'Hello, Amy to Jeff...Well, I'm not sure what you think, but C looks pleased.' She twirled around slowly. He looked like a cigar store Indian except that his spear was standing on its own.

He gulped and finally spoke. 'Turn around again...God, what an ass..et!'

'Ha, I knew it all along. You're an ass man!'

'No. no...I...uh...like the whole package. You're beautiful!'

'Only out of my clothes, huh?'

'No...No!' He walked toward her.

'Take another step and I yell rape!'

'Could you yell from the bed?'

'Sure...on my back with my legs spread?'

'Uh, yeah.'

'OK.'

The view was breathtaking. He was on his knees, each hand holding an ankle as he surveyed the landscape; lush valleys, a grassy glen, high-peaked mountains. All Amy focused on as she licked her lips was a throbbing C. As Jeff poetically described what he saw, she closed her eyes. There's a time and place for everything and right now she didn't need poetry. Her anxiety level was way off the top of the chart. She saw herself being bludgeoned by a hot, thick hunk of man-meat. She was about to tell him her thoughts when she felt his lips and tongue following a path from her calf down her inner thigh. Every fiber in her body was as tight as a snare drum.

'Amy, move your...'

There was a loud, clanging bell sound from the hallway.

Oh shit. They don't hold fire drills at night. We're outta here!'

'Jeff, my clothes....'

'In the robe, Amy, let's go.' He pulled on his sweats and a denim jacket and they raced from the dorm.

There was a large group of people about seventy yards in front of the building and they joined them. Jeff stood directly behind her.

'Jeff, it's cold out here.'

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her into his body. 'If you hike up the back of your robe I can make it warmer.'

Turning her head she said, 'Sorry, too late slowpoke. Next time, less words, more action!' The words surprised her but there was safety in numbers and the crowd now exceeded several hundred. 

Matt walked over to them. 'Hey, Jeff, any more like this one in Mason County?'

'Matt, don't get the wrong idea. We're just trying to stay warm.'

'Man, I wish I had a buddy like Amy.' Matt laughed and walked away to talk to a friend.

'Jeff, we gotta find a slut for that guy and get him laid. He moans half the night pounding the monkey. Actually, I could ask him to move his bed to the other wall.' She giggled.

'I'm not worried about him. How about us getting laid?'

'Your room or mine?'

Ron, the RA, spoke through a loud speaker. 'Can I have your attention. In about twenty minutes we can enter the building. We had a fire in a hallway trashcan. Everything's under control. People, go to your rooms immediately and stay there. Uni rules say we need a headcount. Thanks for your cooperation.'

Oh shit.

Oh fuck. 

'What a way to end the night!'

'Uh, excuse me. You got off today. I'll be keeping Matt up half the night. Damn, I forgot I need new batteries for my vibrator.' She was back in full banter mode.

'You got a vibrator?'

'Wouldn't you like to know.'

'Seriously, Amy, I got a lab tomorrow and a meeting with my advisor after that. Can we hook up around 4:00 PM? 

'Are you speaking literally or figuratively?'

'Uh, I'll let you know tomorrow, but don't put on too many layers. OK?'

'Promises, promises!'

'Can I kiss you goodnight?'

'Jeff, I think I'd rather keep you on edge. That means horny, if you didn't get the first part.'

* * * * * * * * *

It was past 6:00 PM and Jeff still hadn't returned. On the way to check his room, she saw Matt coming down the hall.

'Amy, you know Jeff's in the hospital?'

'What!!!!'

'He was hit by some jerk on a cycle. They cast his leg. I just saw Ron pull into the parking lot. Maybe he'll give you a lift.'

Amy yelled, 'Thanks, Matt', as she raced down the hall. The RA was leaning against his car talking with another student. She told him what happened and he quickly agreed to drive her to the facility.

She ran through the building to reception and got his location. Exiting the elevator, she ran to the nurses' station.

'I'm looking for Jeff Clarkson.'

'Room 304, Miss, down the hall...don't worry, he's fine although he'll try to convince you that he's dying.'

'That doesn't sound like Jeff.'

'Hmmm, well he did hit his head when he fell. That's why we're keeping him overnight. You know, observation.'

Amy ran down the hallway until she found his room. 'Jeff...how's C?'

'Oh, Amy, don't make me laugh. I'm in serious pain.'

'Well, at least you know who C is!'

'He's gone and I'm not sure he's coming back.'

'Should I go looking for another stud?'

'Amy! It hurts to laugh.'

'Tell me what happened. Why are they keeping you?'

'This dude came flying around the corner on a Honda cycle and ran me down. When I fell I hit my head, not hard, but they wanted to run some tests so they're keeping me overnight. The tests were fine...no concussion. I'm sure they'll let me go tomorrow. I felt a little shaky before but I'm OK now.'

'Can't they give you pain killers?'

'I got some just before you arrived. They're kicking in now.'

'Oh, great. Can we talk about C now?'

'Uh, yeah, but you better talk fast. They're going to throw you out at 8 o'clock.'

'I'm staying tonight. I'll wake this whole place if they try to kick me out.'

'Amy, stand back...that outfit. It's just like the one in your dream...green sweater and plaid skirt.'

'Uh huh.' She swung around, lifted the back of the skirt and flashed him. You like?'

'Holy shit!'

'Did you say something?'

'Uh unh. That was C!'

* * * * * * * * *

'Miss, visiting hours are over.'

'Nurse, I'm a family member. I'm staying tonight.'

'A family member?'

'Yes. I'm his...uh, wife.' The nurse's face had disbelief written across it. 'We just got married last weekend. It's the first time I've called myself his wife.'

'Gosh, this is a heck of a way to spend a honeymoon.'

'It sure is!'

'I'll move a recliner in. It's more comfortable than the chair. I can't let you use the other bed in case another patient arrives.'

'Thanks, nurse. You're really kind.'

'Mrs. Clarkson, are you a freshman also?'

'Yes, I am.'

'Uh huh.'

Amy gulped hard as the nurse left the room. She looked at Jeff who had apparently fallen asleep. He must be beat!

'Oh, Mrs. Clarkson, are you a freshman also? Yes, I am...' He roared with laughter.

'Would you like to spend the night alone, smart ass?'

'Hell, no. Flash me again, wife!'

'Actually, it's beddy-bye-time. Now go to sleep.'

'I guess you're right. Do me a favor. Close the drapes; the moon is shining right in my face...and turn the overhead light off...and pull the bed curtain around so it blocks the light from the hall.'




Buddies Forever Ch. 02



She laughed, 'Is that all?'

You have no idea!

Finishing her chores, Amy sat in the chair and rested her head on the bed, smiling up at him.

'Uh, Amy, one more thing.'

'What now?'

'Would you climb up on the bed and put your knees outside my shoulders?'

She laughed nervously, partly at his bravado and partly to hide her arousal. 'The answer is no...for three reasons. One the nurse might come in. Two, you have a fractured leg and three, I'm convinced the diagnosis of your brain scan was totally wrong!'

'OK, so your main concern is that the nurse might come in. We're married and on our honeymoon, right?'

'Jeff, I've given a lot of thought to how and where I'd lose my virginity and a hospital bed wasn't one of them.'

'Hey, think of the fun telling this story years from now!' She stared at him open-mouthed. 'Oh, and take your clothes off. Nobody's walked down the hallway in the last hour.'

'You are insane!'

'Hey, you ever hear the expression, 'in for a penny, in for a pound.' It means what difference does it make if someone comes in and sees you riding my tongue or my cock, naked or in your clothes.'

'Jeff, I don't think that's what it means but I guess your logic is OK.' She lifted her sweater over her head to reveal naked breasts.

'Holy shit!'

'Well, I was expecting you at four o'clock and didn't want to waste time.' She giggled.

'Ya know, I always wanted to find a girlfriend who was as horny as me and you've been there all along.'

'You never asked.'

'Uh, Amy, you dressed like a guy.'

Amy laughed and replied, 'Jeff, I think men are all alike. You can't tell the difference between horny and sexy. Horny is in the mind and sexy is in the eye. When you get to the short strokes, sexy doesn't mean shit! Should I remove the rest of my clothes?'

'Oh yeah...and take off this hospital gown.'

She straddled his waist trapping his hands to his body.

'Uh, Amy?'

'Shhhhh.'

The journey up his chest took ten minutes. The farther she moved the more aroused she became. Inching along on her knees, Amy spread her juices across every inch of him. His expression changed from pained to frustration, back to pained...sheer torture. He was moaning. She was inches from their shared goal. 

'Jeff, my back is all wet!' He didn't respond. Amy put her hand behind her. 'I wonder what this is?' Her lips opened and she slowly pushed her fingers into her mouth. 'It isn't perspiration.' She again wet her fingers. 'Here, taste. What do you think?'

Jeff grabbed her hips and brought her forward, his tongue barely touching her. She braced herself on the wall behind his bed. Placing his hands on her thighs, he felt the tension. Her entire body was rigid. All her banter, the joking, her laughter, is one big fucking act. She's scared. The original firebrand...the one who never rejected a dare...the girl who could kick ass with the best of them. She's not scared...she's terrified! 

'Do you really want to know what I think?'

'Yeah'

'I think you're a fraud, Amy.'

She stared at him for a long time, tears welling in her eyes and she started sobbing.

'Hey, come down here.' She shimmied down his body. His arms wrapped around her. The sobbing continued. 'Ya know, you were right. We're in a hospital room, my legs in a cast...there's no wine, no peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, no candlelight...not very romantic.' He chuckled as he remembered the dream. 

'No, Jeff, it's not that. You were right the first time. I am a fraud. I've seen it on the net, read about it in books, know what to expect...how wonderful it can be...but it's all in my head. Your experience, which goes way beyond my dream, is a plus. I'm not jealous about it. I think it's a good thing that one of us is experienced. I feel comfortable with that. All my laughing and joking only hyped the stakes; I couldn't relax. It isn't the setting. If I weren't with the right guy, I wouldn't be here. I want you, Jeff.' 

Jeff felt a big, hard lump in his throat. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her. Amy molded into the lines of his body, erect nipples piercing his chest, her thighs capturing his burning shaft that was rapidly rising. His hands followed every curve from her back to her hips to her buttocks, meandering into the valley between those enticing, shivering cheeks. If he was to die tonight he wanted it to be this minute. A deep growl startled her. Jeff nibbled her lips, forced a probing tongue into her mouth, hearing mumbled words and a soft groan.

They continued their slow discovery of each others body until Amy moaned in his ear, 'I need your tongue on my nipples.' She rose up, braced by her hands. Jeff's fingers brushed across her swollen breasts, his palms skimming her turgid buds, continuing to raise her boiling point. His mouth traveled from one nipple to the other, sucking, biting, and licking the light moisture from her breasts. Amy's moans were now constant, firing his lust. She caught her breath and whispered, 'Jeff, I'm going!'

He laughed softly, 'Don't you mean you're coming?'

'No, I mean I'm going. I'm late for a very important date.'

'With who, the Mad Hatter?'

'No, with a long, broad tongue...I hope!' She inched up his body on her knees, again bracing herself on the wall. Jeff licked his lips and then hers. Widening her thighs, her pussy lips opened as his tongue searched the folds, relishing the fresh, tangy syrup that flowed like succulence from an over-ripe fruit. The first swipe of his tongue across her clit brought her hand to her mouth to cover her shriek. He continued to nibble at her lips and suddenly pushed his tongue deep into her pussy, chafing her sensitive tissue, feeling her contractions. Her liquid heat covered his mouth and chin. He reluctantly pulled back when he realized she was trying to escape his torturous tongue. 

Attempting to catch her breath, Amy's head rested on the wall, her hands covering her breasts, nipples compressed between her fingers. Soft moans rumbled deep in her throat. Jeff soaked his fingers in her dew and slowly pushed one through her rosebud and into her ass. Amy froze and then whimpered at this unexpected invasion...tight and rude. As her muscle loosened, a second finger joined the first. She had never come across anything like this in her study of foreplay and she doubted that he did either; practical experience rules, but she couldn't help wondering who taught him this wicked deed. Over time the feeling changed to shamefully ravishing pleasure that left her shivering. Her young, inexperienced body rapidly approached sensory overload. She smothered the screams as she was thrown into another devouring, sensual flame.

As her awareness slowly returned, Amy felt his tongue gently tapping her clit, a sensation that was too intense and she pushed away from his mouth. He could now feel her continuing contractions and her shivering in his chest and he moaned as he shared her climax.

Several minutes later, she heard Jeff say, 'C's awfully lonely...I think he wants company.'

'I can't move.'

'Do you want some help?'

'No.'

'Well, you've got about twenty inches to go. Take as much time as you need. He isn't going anywhere.' He thought he heard a little chuckle.

Amy whispered, 'I knew I was losing my virginity tonight but I didn't expect to lose that one first.'

'You didn't lose anything. That was just an appetizer. Some day if you're real good you'll get the main course...do you want me to take them out?' 

'Uh uh...it feels good. I like being joined with you wherever it is. Besides, I'm trying to live up to my horny image. What do you think?

'So far, pretty fucking fantastic!'

'You're the fantastic one. I never realized you had such a long, broad tongue. You can make me shimmy and shake any time you want.'

Slowly shifting down his body, Amy realized a hand on her butt applied pressure assuring

that her juicy parts stayed in contact with him, keeping her on edge. Jeff had a creative streak, always experimenting, always inquisitive.

She remembered when they were five or six years old and she saw Jeff peeing. When Amy asked what 'that' was, he told her it was his piddler. She told him she didn't have one and he replied, 'Sure you do. Everybody has one.' One minute later she was lying on his bed, her underwear pulled down to her ankles, Jeff's fingers searching.

His mother opened the bedroom door and Jeff very calmly told her he couldn't find her piddler. This was followed by a brief discussion about differences. Several years later her mother told her it was a penis and it was used for things other than piddling. Amy couldn't wait to tell Jeff...so ended 'cowboys and indians' and 'hide and seek'...the 'doctor and patient series' began. After that they couldn't look at each other without blushing.

Tonight, it sure wasn't a piddler...it was a WMD. Actually, there wasn't anything to mass destruct, but it was still a weapon...a dangerous, heat-seeking missile. Amy found it amusing that the target was approaching the missile rather than the other way around. Well, what difference did it make as long as the goal was reached. I guess that's why they call it scoring!

Jeff lifted her hips and she moaned. Amy sensed that his shaft was wrapped in his hand, the crown circling her lips, poking at her button. She wanted to move down but his fist stopped her progress. His circling cock and that damned hand blocked every attempt at penetration. A ball-buster to the end!

She whispered, 'Jeff'.

'Huh?'

'You're going to have to move way up if you want to find my piddler!'

He laughed and playfully slapped her bottom. 'Don't be a naughty girl.' Then he realized she had faked him out. 

Amy plunged on his shaft, stopping abruptly, wincing in pain. She felt like she had been torn in two, like sitting on the penetrating post of a split-rail fence. This is never going to work...he'll never fit. 

Jeff moaned and said, 'Can I tell you something?'

'Oh God, now?'

'Three inches ago I passed my experience level.'

'You did!.....I liked hearing that. Thank you, Jeff.'

'Hey, Amy. What are the tears about?' 

'I cry when I'm happy.' Well, that's half the truth anyway. 'So what do we do now?'

'I'll be damned if I know but I guess C will figure it out. What I do know is that I love your hot, wet pussy throbbing on my cock!'

Amy shivered at his words. Ever so slowly, he was moving deeper and deeper into uncharted, virgin territory, one gasping and the other moaning. Amy experienced a mixture of piercing ache and sweet pleasure. She shivered at the thought of being physically filled by the man who had filled her heart all these years. 

'Amy, how are you?'

'Oh yes, yes!'

'Huh?'

'I'm fulfilling a fantasy...hairs being woven, one to the other.'

'Well, I can make it easier...only three inches to go!'

She smothered a laugh in his neck.

'Jeff, don't move. I'm really close and I don't want to come yet.'

'Uh, I hope you're not going to be disappointed but I have no place else to go!'

'Oh, Jesus!'

'Amy!!!!!!!'

'Hey, loosen up a little...no, don't do that! I just thought you were going to pop through my belly button...Jeff, if you really want to fulfill every fantasy I've ever had, you could put two fingers in my mouth and your tongue in my ear!'

'Are you sure that's a sexual fantasy? Anyway, we shouldn't go all the way tonight, Amy. I think you've got enough to absorb. Speaking of which, can I move now?'

'Yeah, but real slow.'

They rocked in an easy rhythm that one would have thought came from long experience not

from beginners. His buttocks tightened and eased as he drove in and withdrew, her pelvis pumping to prevent his escape. Amy lost count of her climaxes. It seemed with every thrust he touched her clit and set her off. She knew when he exploded because he bellowed like a wounded bull. But aren't men supposed to lose their erection when they come?

She whispered breathlessly in his ear. 'I decided I like a fat cock!' His first reaction was shock and then he laughed...loud. 'Shhh...I also like fingers slipping in and out of my bottom in sync with a fat cock.'

'So...now you're an authority on fat cocks and fingers in your ass.' He laughed again.

'I am now, but also I decided they have to be yours.'

'Well, maybe next time I'll reverse the fingers and cock...see if you like that!'

'Promises, promises...but I doubt that you'll fit.' Amy shivered and he laughed. Please tell me he's laughing because it's a joke...oh God!

'Amy, I decided something too.' He looked very serious and it was an expression she hadn't seen before. For some reason Amy felt her heart pounding in her throat. 'Shit!!!...see that clock on the wall. I'm due for a pain pill in twelve minutes.'

'Oh God!'

'Amy, I need a sponge bath...fast. No, not with your tongue...only kidding!' She jumped from the bed. 'Pull back the drape and open the window. We need fresh air...bad. There are wet wipes in the bathroom...move!'

She found the wipes but thought a hot towel might be better. Cleaning herself first, she ran back into the room carrying the patient tray. 'Hurry!' She bathed him from mouth to groin. Was he the one who said...in for a penny...in for a pound. Big talker!

'Uh, Jeff, what about C? There's some adhesive in the tray. I could tape him to your...'

He roared with laughter. 'No time...put my gown on.'

Amy looked around the room. Everything appeared in order. Most of the enticing scent of their lovemaking was gone. She sat in the chair alongside his bed and put her head down on the bed cover.

'Amy, you think you should put your clothes on?'

'Oh...yeah!'

Ten minutes later the nurse came in and turned on the night lamp. Amy pretended she was asleep but managed a shady-eye glimpse of the proceedings. She did notice that the nurse was very young and very cute. C nodded his approval.

'Hi...Jeff?' He nodded...C nodded again. 'I'm Jenny, your night nurse. Time for pills. How are you feeling?'

'Great...never felt better!'

'Uh, I don't think we want you feeling that great. I'll make a note to cut back on the meds.'

'It's not the drugs. I had this fantastic dream.'

Jenny looked at Jeff and then stared wide-eyed at the bump in his gown. She grinned. 'Well, I'll let you get back to your dream...why didn't your wife sleep in the recliner?'

'She just fell asleep there and I didn't want to wake her...tiring night, you know.'

'Ah...well, see you later. Have a good night.'

'Thanks.'

Amy opened her eyes and watched the nurse leave the room. Hmmm...real cute ass. She slapped C before closing her eyes. 

'Totally uninitiated reaction on my part.'

'Uh huh.'

'Really...he's still thinking about you!'

'Uh huh.'

It was dawn when Amy opened her eyes. Jeff was asleep. She decided coffee would be great right about now. Approaching the nurse's station, she saw Jenny flipping through some charts.

"Hi, is there a coffee machine in the area?'

'Oh hi, Mrs. Clarkson. There's a machine for visitors right there and it brews a fresh cup in fifteen seconds.'

As Amy stood by the machine watching it's operation, she heard, 'Amy...Amy, where are you?'

She turned and saw a bank of consoles on the station desk. Her mouth flew open when she heard Jeff's voice again. Amy walked rapidly down the hall to Jeff's room.

'Mrs. Clarkson?...your coffee!'

She was telling Jeff about the voice monitor when Jenny walked into the room, coffee cup in hand. Jeff was laughing.

He looked at Jenny and asked, 'Was my dream as good for you as it was for me?'

'I'm really sorry. We normally leave the monitor on when the patient is alone.'

'Uh huh...and when you realized the patient wasn't alone, you turned it off?' He chuckled wickedly.

Jenny looked at Amy...her mirror image...both flustered and blushing. She spilled the coffee on her uniform as she raced from the room, Jeff's laughter ringing in her ears. On the bright side, her shift ended in ten minutes. She'd never see them again and for sure, nobody was going to mention the incident. Nobody had informed student nurses about nighttime hospital activities. Neither could she have guessed that she'd be leaving the hospital that morning wearing a red face and damp panties! 

* * * * * * * * *

'Hey sleepyhead, it's after eight o'clock.'

Amy yawned. 'It's Sunday, no class today. Go back to sleep.'

'My lips are awfully dry...probably the drugs.'

Amy reached for the water glass on the bed table. 'I didn't say I was thirsty!' She got up from the chair and ran her tongue across his lips. 'My tongue is dry too.' She giggled.

'Jeff? Amy?' She recognized the voice; it was Mrs. Clarkson. She also recognized that her skirt was hiked up...her silk panties beautifully displayed...her rounded checks also beautifully displayed. She pushed off the bed and sat down, her face turning redder by the second. Amy saw a big grin on his father's face.

'Jeffie, how are you?'

Jeffie!!...Wow, that's a new one.

'I'm fine Mom...no big deal.'

'Your legs in a cast and it's no big deal?'

'Just a dumb accident.' Jeff went on to explain the circumstances.

Amy looked at Jeff's father. He was staring at her, the same grin on his face. I wonder if it's the kiss or the panties. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree! Mr. C, uh...I mean, Mr. Clarkson, I wonder if he is as horny as his son. Nah...yeah...could be!

'She stayed the night with you?' That comment brought Amy back into focus. 'Amy, you must be exhausted.'

'I'm OK, Mrs. Clarkson, although my bottom is a little sore. This chair is hard as a rock.' She heard Jeff's gulp.

His mother went back to talking with Jeff. His father motioned her out to the hallway. She followed him out of the room.

'Amy, you're in for it now.'

'What do you mean?' She had a vague idea what he meant.

'Did you hear her call him Jeffie?' She nodded. 'Every time a woman looks at her baby, she goes ballistic...and kissing?...oh boy!...is it serious?'

'Maybe.' She was blushing. 'Right now I'm just concentrating on C, Mr. School.' Oh God!

'Huh?'

Amy forced a laugh. 'I meant on school, Mr. C.!'

'Well, anyway, Hark girl! Get thee to a nunnery or an armory. Which do you chose?'

'Definitely the armory!'

'Good for you. By the way, I'm really pleased; always knew my son had a brain between his ears.'

You should see what he has between... well, at least I know what the big grin was about...don't I?

About eleven o'clock, the doctor released Jeff. He received a wheel chair to use for a few days with instructions not to put pressure on the foot until Wednesday. 

As they left the room, his mother said, 'Jeffie, Dad and I thought you'd come home with us today. The holiday is only a few days away.'

'Mom, I've got two tests this week. It's done purposely so nobody takes off early. Besides, I have a chauffeur to motor me around campus.' 

As they approached the nurse's station Amy recognized the nurse. She smiled at her.

'Well, it wasn't exactly fun but I hope you enjoyed your stay, Mr. Clarkson,' the nurse joked.

'Hey, it was real fine. Thanks.'

'Nice meeting you, Mrs. Clarkson.'

Amy and Jeff's mother responded at the same time, 'Thank you.'

If looks could kill, Amy was dead! Mr. Clarkson grimaced. Jeff almost choked.

As they moved down the hall, Jeff and Amy fumbled with the explanation, perfectly reasonable, but Amy could tell that his mother was fuming.

God, I've known his mother since I was five years old. She probably thinks she should have killed me then, but I was just his buddy, right? Now when she looks at me she just sees walking tits and ass and probably a seducer of her innocent boy.

On the way back to the dorm, Jeff phoned in an order for pizzas and salads to be delivered. During the afternoon, the mood lightened considerably as they talked and joked about college life and what was happening back home.




Buddies Forever Ch. 02



At five o'clock, Amy saw Jeff's mother huddled with him talking quietly. His father winked at her and mouthed, 'last minute instructions'. She heard Jeff tell his mother that they'd take the bus to Point Pleasant and he'd call with a pickup time. Amy thought his mother was going to shake her hand 'goodbye' but she relinquished and gave her a little hug. His father almost crushed her in a bear hug.

She watched from the window as they approached their SUV and finally drove off. Amy exhaled loudly for the first time in eight hours. Jeff laughed.

'What's so funny?'

'Just watching you and my Mother. Whew!'

'And I suppose you have no idea what was going on, Jeffie?'

'I guess a mother gets very protective when her child is hurt.'

'Are you really that oblivious? Your father was there less than ten minutes before he practically pulled me out of the room and asked me to choose between a nunnery and an armory. He asked me if it was serious and I said 'maybe'.'

'Oh shit. I hope they don't compare notes. My mother asked me the same question and I said absolutely not, that you were just my fuck-buddy!'

Amy stared at him and then cracked up.

'Damn, woman. You don't even know when somebody's pulling your chain!'

'No, not when I feel like I'm being strangled. She was nothing short of brutal. My God, 

we practically grew up in each other's home.'

'Yeah, but that was before she caught us with your tongue down my throat. You remember freshman year when I was grounded for a month. She caught me on the back deck with Charlene's sweater up to her neck with my hands mauling her tits. Guess who got me a reprieve...my father after four hours of conversation. He was talking about typical experimenting teenagers and she was talking about her little boy and me being a god-fearing person. Now come over here and see to my raging hormones while I check out your breastplate.....Oh, man...feels awfully soft to me except your nipples

which are....yummmmmy!'

'Jeff, stop that. We have to talk.'

'Talk? C'mon...we have to consummate this affair!'

'What do you call last night, a rehearsal dinner? Actually you did do a lot of eating.'

'Hey, never let it be said that Jeff Clarkson doesn't like hair pie.'

'Yeah right, and what about after?'

'Huh?'

'You don't remember what we did after that? You don't remember fingers and a fat cock? How about the night nurse...the one with...'

'The real cute ass—et!'

'Yeah, that one, ass-man!'

* * * * * * * * * 

Several hours later, Jeff said, 'Are you sleeping?'

'Not really. I'm just trying to figure out how my clothes got scattered all over the floor and I wound up sprawled over your naked body.'

'I guess we got a little carried away. Are you comfy?'

'I'm OK except for C trying to penetrate my belly button.'

'I can fix that...lift up.'

'Oh, God...Jeff...no...Jeff...Ohhh!'

'Wow! Are you always so wet and hot?'

'Only since I was thirteen and looked at you...you can move now.'

'Move? Hey, I'm comfy, C's comfy. The alarm is set for six o'clock. Goodnight nurse.'

'Oh, God!' 

* ** * * * * * * 

'Jeff, are you sleeping?'

Yawning, Jeff said, 'Amy, it's three o'clock in the morning and all should be well.'

'Well, it isn't. We have to talk. How about I remove C so I can concentrate?'

'Amy, it's cold out here. He'll catch a chill! Oh...no!'

'Jeff, every time you come, which I will admit, isn't often, I get a chill. You know, even on the pill there's a one percent chance of pregnancy.' 

'Yeah, I thought about that. I think the manufacturer's attorney insisted on that, just in case. If they say 100% safe and somebody gets pregnant, they get sued. How 'bout after the 99th time we stop until after your period!'

'It's really great to have such a smart boyfriend.'

'If you became pregnant, would you consider an abortion?'

'No, and maybe you should consider wearing a condom.'

'Amy, not so loud...I talked to C about that and he said, 'What are you crazy, Dude?'

'Well, maybe you ought to ask him which he prefers, a raincoat or exile from PV?'

'What's PV?'

'Pleasure Valley, Dude!'

'Amy, maybe we should sleep on it.'

'Good idea. Jeff, where's C?'

'C is to P. He's got a serious headache.'

'Yeah, don't we all.'

When the alarm went off, Amy was snuggled in his arms, her warm breasts pressed against

his chest. They stared at each other, no words being spoken but the meaning very clear. In all their years together they had never spent a moment like this one.

Finally, he said. 'Amy, I don't think it's going to happen but if we got pregnant it wouldn't change anything. We'd stay in school, I'd get a part time job...my parents would help...'

'I don't think it will happen either but I really did like the part about 'if we got pregnant'. She had tears in her eyes when she said, 'I love you, Jeffrey.'

'I love you too, buddy.'

'How about cutting our eight o'clock?'

'Sounds good. We've got five hours before the next one. I'm sure we can think of something to do.'

'I'm going to take a shower.'

'I'm going with you.'

'You sure that's a good idea, Jeff?'

'Oh yeah!' He placed a plastic hospital bag over his cast and secured it with tape.

After gathering up their shower gear she walked and he hopped toward the common bathroom. Jeff said, 'You go in first and if the coast is clear I'll meet you in one of the shower stalls.'

The stalls were actually fairly large shower rooms, more than enough space for a small group. Amy entered one of the stalls and when Jeff realized there weren't other people in the bathroom he hobbled slowly to the bank of showers that were removed from the other facilities. 

'Open the door.'

'Get lost you pervert!'

Oh shit. There was a girl in the stall and it wasn't Amy. He saw another door open and an index finger beckoning him. He scampered to that door, saw Amy and hopped in, making sure the door was locked.

She whispered, 'Having trouble locating the right stall?'

'God, Amy, I didn't realize there was someone else here. I hope she didn't recognize my voice.'

The shower was turned on and he hung his robe on a hook near Amy's, placing his soap and shaving gear on a wall rack. He pulled Amy to him and gave her a wet kiss running his tongue over her lips.

'Uh Jeff, I think we ought to take care of the necessaries before things get carried away.'

'Good idea. Who does who first?'

'I'm doing my legs. Let me borrow your shaving cream.'

'Wait a minute. The deal is I do you and you do me. I shave every day, won't be a problem.'

'Are you sure? My legs are a lot softer than your face.'

'Trust me.' He squirted lather into his hand and worked his way up her legs finally massaging the cream into her bush.

'Jeff?...'

Before she could say another word, a wide swath of her pubic hair was gone. He looked up at her and saw an expression of utter shock, nothing more than he expected. Jeff continued to remove her muff. He whispered, 'Don't move. The next part is kinda touchy.'

'You know you're not leaving here alive. When I get to you I'm going to cut your throat! Why did you do that?'

'You'll find out soon enough. Actually, when we were in high school I took out this girl...no, never mind.' He finished the job of shaving her legs, pretty good job even if he said so himself.

'Hand me the razor and shaving cream. My turn.' She started to stroke his shaft. I'm taking the hair off your johnson. No need for alarm...I'll leave the pubic hair. I need that.' 

'Hey, be careful with that razor. Our whole future is at stake!'

When the shaving exercise was completed, she handed him her shampoo and said, 'Just a wash, no shave. Got it?' She chuckled.

He lathered her, pulling back on her hair that caused her breasts to raise...nipples staring right at him. His cock bolted as if from a starting gate and poked between her plump ass cheeks.

'You know that girl was right about you being a pervert. How can you get a hard-on just shampooing my hair?'

He couldn't respond, his eyes staring back at her nipples. When they got to the body washing part, they totally lost it, rubbing against each other, cleaning cracks and crevices, quietly moaning and groaning. Amy vigorously stroked his soap-covered, now baby smooth meat until he shot his load all over her stomach.

With a bashful expression on her face, she whispered, 'Jeff, your stuff is all over my nice, clean nipples. How are we going to get it off?'

He looked down to discover his jism coating her belly, caught on to the hint immediately and with both hands spread his cream over her breasts paying special attention to a pair of inviting nipples. When his lips began sucking, Amy's knees buckled and she screamed her release into his shoulder. 

Finally came the tricky part, leaving the bathroom without causing a stir. There were now at least a dozen people in the place. They decided that Amy would leave the enclosure first and he would follow a few minutes later. It really is true that people are not that observant. Nobody noticed a thing!

Jeff got back to his room and immediately inspected his joint looking for cuts or nicks...no problemo. Amy walked in and said, 'You really ought to lock the door if you're going to play with yourself.' 

"OK, wise ass. Let me see you.' She let her robe drop to the floor. 'Oh my God. You look fantastic! I wonder who decided to put pubic hair on women...big, big, mistake. 

'Are you sure you don't fantasize about little girls? Actually the look turns me on too!' She handed him her apricot lotion. 'You do me and I'll do you.'

'You're kidding. You're going to coat me with a girly fragrance?'

'Not to worry, Jeff. I'm only doing the shaved part. It won't be there by the time we leave for class! How 'bout we start with the two number game? On your back, stud!'

'Man, I really like an assertive tart who speaks her mind.' 

Once in position, Amy straddled his chest coating C with the lotion. Wow, he looks good enough to eat. What do you think of the new look, C? Jeff's cock was weaving and bobbing awaiting her next move. C must think he's a cobra attempting to mesmerize me with his lone eye. She giggled.

'What's so funny?'

'I'll tell you later.'

'If you're finished with the lotion, pass it to me.'

'OK, but don't touch me. I have to concentrate on this chore.'

Amy's tongue darted out attempting to cover that eye. She wasn't successful and surrounded his swollen purple glans with her lips lashing the cock head with her tongue. The battle was on and she was determined to be the conqueror. Taking his ball sac in one hand and encircling the root of his shaft with the other, she pushed his cock towards his body. 

Amy ran her tongue down his turgid penis and on to his scrotum sucking one testicle and then both into her mouth. It was strange but exciting to feel his balls moving in their sac and the sound coming from deep in his throat lifted her to a new level of desire to please him. When she sensed that he might be close to exploding, she released him and her tongue traveled along the underside of his prick back to the head. 

She inched down his staff, her tongue pressing him to the roof of her mouth, feeling the wet smooth surface, and relaxing her throat until her lips surrounded his root. The tension in his body was unmistakable. On and on Amy's mouth captured him and withdrew until he screamed 'Stop! I want to come in you.' His breathing was labored; he was almost unable to get the words out. Seconds later, he laughed and said, 'I'd like to make an appointment for my next shave. The sensation was fucking fantastic. Now move around.'

She giggled, 'Sorry, you have to warm me up first.'

'Oh yeah. I forgot it takes thirty minutes to turn you on.'

'Don't be fresh. I'll turn you out in the cold.'

Jeff started to apply the apricot lotion to her labia and squeezed a large glob between her cheeks. He followed this with his thumb slowly working his way into her bottom. Amy moaned loudly at this latest invasion. 'In case you're wondering, that's to allow me to move you from one place to another.'

'That's still very rude, you...you'

'Is the word, lecher? And be quiet, you know you love it!'

She never uttered a word as his mouth sucked her lips, his teeth biting her lightly and his tongue licking everything available. His thumb worked wonders lifting her for his next assault. Amy moaned and shivered as his tongue lightly skimmed her clit. He brought his head back to focus on her hair-free mons. Her lips were engorged with arousal, juices slowly trickling down her thighs. A natural scent mixed with the lotion was intoxicating. He was amazed at the size of her clitoris. No wonder she comes so easily and now no hair to protect her! 

Jeff ran his tongue through her lips plunging it as far as it would go into her pussy. He heard her gasp and then whimper as his tongue kept lashing her soft tissue. Then he was out and sucking her button into his mouth, his tongue flicking her. That was it! Her climax soared through her body and she buried her mouth against his thigh. He felt her muscle contractions and release in the thumb embedded in her ass. He wanted to feel it on his cock.

When her trembling stopped, he said, 'Amy, we've got a problem to work on.'

'Yes?'

'We've got to find a place for us away from the crowd. I want to find a place where you can roar and scream and let everything loose and me too.'

'Sounds great! How about the cabin? You've got to get up there before the freeze.'

'You're brilliant!'

'I know. But you also know that was part of my dream.'

'Right. How are we doing time wise today?'

She looked at the clock. 'We are OK, stud!'

'Here, hold this towel. You are going to love the next round. I've been working on angles.'

'Angles? Seems to me there's not much angle in either of us.'

'Come up here. You'll see.' He leaned against the wall at the head of the bed, his butt on a pillow. 'Straddle my hips. Ok...when you feel you're close, lean back to avoid contact with me. That's what I meant by 'angles'.'

'That's your great idea? Haven't you figured out yet that I don't need direct contact to come! I think ratios are a much better game...my five big O's to your one. Now shut up and kiss me, just lightly at first........ONE!' She laughed hysterically. Jeff figured the only way to shut her up was to take her breath away. 

His lips touched as instructed, lightly at first, his tongue darting over her lips, finally trying to push into her, but her mouth remained tightly closed. He persisted, hearing her giggle, and then she surrendered. In seconds, they engaged in battle, each trying to best the other.

Settling his palms on her breasts, he felt the almost immediate reaction of her buds to the light contact. As Amy attempted to increase the pressure by closing on him, the hands were gone, skimming down her ribs to her belly, kneading the soft flesh, and reaching for her bottom, a chubby cheek in each hand. Grazing lightly over every part of her body that he could touch, Jeff could clearly sense her arousal...a slight shiver, a soft moan, a quivering gasp for breath.

She leaned back giving him a view of her bloated discs and swollen, fat nipples. His hands clasped her small globes, fingers encircling her nipples, squeezing and releasing. He looked at his woman, lost in a sexual frenzy and realized this was the place to be. Jeff's lips pounced on a nipple and he devoured it, biting and licking, sucking as much of her tit as he could into his mouth. Amy was frantically chewing on the hand towel.

'Take me inside you.'

Eyes practically closed, her trembling hand found his staff and she rubbed the crown up and down her lips, avoiding the danger zone. In fractions of inches, she lowered herself on to him, her thighs quivering. Jeff was enthralled by the vision of his cock slowly following a very wet path into her cunt. His deep guttural moans matched hers step by step. 

When she realized the journey was over, she lifted herself slightly and returned. Each time she extended the lift and return, she felt him burn every soft inner part of her, juices masking the sting, leaving only sensuous pleasure. 

His fingers stroked her puffy outer lips surrounding his prick that was buried deep in her. Amy leaned back again, her hands tearing at the blankets. One of Jeff's fingers reached up to lightly pet her blood-engorged clitoris. Her eyes were wide open staring at him, lust written all over her face, her chest flushed, her body shaking. 

She screamed her release into the towel, her vaginal muscles convulsing on his meat. It's third and one on the sixteen as the Mountaineers drive toward the goal...no, not the goal...no...no. He splattered her womb with his cum...throbbing, his penis feeling larger than it had ever been.

She moaned, 'Jeff, I never...'

'I know, baby, I know...me too.'

She struggled to get the words out. 'You cheated...the ratio is five to one!'

'I'm not finished yet.' He used the cushioning of the pillow to buck his pelvis up and down, his shaft continuing to piston into her. Some time later, he noticed she was sleeping, her face tucked into his shoulder. I wonder if she realizes I beat the ratio.  Their interesting hooked-up 'dilemma' brought a big smile to his face. 

Hey C, you comfy? Uh huh...I know you like it wet and hot...tight too, huh? I got a problem. Can you think of a way for me to get one of those tantalizing tits into my mouth? Uh huh...I should just count my blessings. 

*

Note: We are finally going to get together at Thanksgiving dinner with the families including Amy's hormone-driven younger sister and another surprise guest! 



Buddies Forever



* * * * * * * * * * * * * 

"Time out. I have to take a piss." He pulled off the road.

"Sir, could you direct me to the ladies room?"

"Sure, hang a left at the second tree."

An hour later they were winding their way up the road that led to the cabin. They decided to make two trips with their gear because the cabin was fifty yards up from the road. Amy grabbed the book bags and Jeff took the cooler. 

Halfway up to the house, it started to rain. The trees provided some cover until it started to pour and they were soaked to the skin before they go to the porch. Of course, without the load and their laughter, they would have gotten there in half the time. Jeff located the key that was concealed under a rock and they walked into the cabin splashing water over the floor.  
Amy ran to the bathroom to dry off and change clothes. She was drying her hair when Jeff opened the door a crack and threw in his sweatshirt. It fit her to mid-thigh. There was a fire started in the Swedish wood stove when she came back into the main room.

The room was very large and served as a kitchen, dining and living area. The cabin had a generator that was rarely turned on for electric power and propane gas for cooking and washing. The living area had a sofa bed, and several large chairs covered in an Adirondack print. There was a woodbin and a pile of newspapers near the stove. The country kitchen had an oak table and ladder-back chairs and a large mule deer antler chandelier. Amy's parents had given it to the family when they used the cabin, years before.

There were three bedrooms off to the side and back of the house, one master suite with bath, one smaller bedroom with twin beds and a dormitory-like room with bunk beds that could sleep ten. All the bedrooms had cotton woven rugs on the floor, courtesy of Jeff's mom. The cabin had a warm, lived-in feeling.

They decided to wait for the rain to end before unloading the rest of the stuff from the car. Fortunately, the cooler they brought up had supper fixings in it and they ate by candlelight. 

After dinner cleanup, Jeff moved over to the sofa in the living area and wiggled his index figure beckoning her to join him. Amy saw the expression on his face and started blushing; it was a look that she had never seen before. As she walked to him, he noticed a shy smile on her face. Standing right in front of his knees, Amy starred at him waiting for his move. She would have preferred going to the bedroom, that is, if she were correctly reading his signals; she prayed that she was. After waiting years for his awareness of her, other than as a buddy, this was the right time and the right place, a cabin in the woods removed from everybody and everything. If he continued sitting there just starring at her, she was ready to jump his bones. This is it Jeff, ready or not. 

Taking her hand, he moved her to his side and brought her face down onto his lap.

"Oh, no. What did I do now?"

"Nothing, Amy, nothing."

She felt her sweatshirt moving up her back and then his hand moving over her panty-clad bottom. Oh man, this guy is a real romantic. His idea of foreplay is a lot different than mine. Where are the kisses, the hugs, whatever else is supposed to happen? Well, whatever else, he is turning me on!

Jeff sat there, his mouth open, his eyes fastened on the most gorgeous ass he had ever seen, the hills and valleys and crevices. Ever since that night in the dorm when he spanked her, he knew it, sensed it. It had occupied his every waking minute, his dreams,  
his masturbating to that vision in his head. His cock was awakening, trying to get a glimpse, too.

She felt his fingers inching under the waistband of her panties and they were being pushed down to her thighs. 

Jeff reached under the sofa and picked up the bottle of baby oil he had placed there earlier. He poured it in his hands, warming the liquid and then brought both hands back to her globes. Amy moaned as he began to lightly massage her, squeeze her, moving a finger between her cheeks, up and down the valley, lingering at her asshole. 

Several minutes later she was hoping he'd never stop and he must have heard her because he continued on. When his touch was too light, she lifted up to encourage him. She couldn't stay still. Her nipples were aroused, being worried by the fleece inside her shirt. "Amy, lift up for a minute."

Jeff's hands were under her and he was squirming on the sofa. She realized what was happening when she saw his sweats hanging at his ankles. A thick, hot shaft pressed between her thighs and nuzzled up against her wet folds. He pulled her thighs apart and pushed his penis farther between her lips, feeling her heat, her wetness. 

She moaned. "What a big nose you have Grandmother!"

"That's not my nose, little girl."

"What is it?" She moved up and down, clenching her thighs, feeling him sliding along her creases. 

"That's to fuck you with, little girl!"

She managed to breathe out, "Oh, you really are a nasty wolf, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah."

She moaned as an orgasm pounded through her, leaving her shaking.

Jeff continued to slowly move his hands over her bottom, pushing up between her thighs. It was very wet and very hot, too hot! "Oh shit", he groaned. His palm reached over his cock just in time as he erupted violently splattering his cum back onto Amy's ass. His head fell back to the sofa as he rubbed his semen into her buns. She giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." She thought about the section in her Psych book describing the alpha male marking his territory. Amy coughed hard to suppress her laughing.  
"Are you OK, Amy?"

"Oh yeah and feeling like mellow."

"Come up here", he whispered. 

She moved off his lap and he sat her down with her back pressed against his chest and her legs straddling his thighs. "What are you doing?" 

Jeff snickered and said, "This is called foreplay, little girl." They both laughed. He took her hands and locked them behind his neck.

She turned her head to him and shivered at the look of lust in his eyes. This wasn't the boy she grew up with; this was a man intent on devouring her. The thought made her shiver.

"I've got a condom buried here somewhere in the sofa. I better find it fast."

"You don't need it, Jeff. I'm on the pill."

"What! Since when?"

"When I got to school I decided it was time to find a really horny guy with an ass fetish!"

He chuckled, "And, that was impossible because you camouflage your body, right?"

"Well, I found one, didn't I?"

"You think I have an ass fetish, Amy? Well you're wrong. I like everything about you, your juicy cunt and your tasty tits which I haven't seen yet…"

"Jeffrey!!!!"

"Sorry, your wet vulva and your beautiful breasts which I haven't seen yet."

"Ouuuu, I love it when you talk dirty to me." 

The laugh was cut short as he brushed his tongue across her lips and lightly kissed her. Every part of her body was tingling…. a tiny orgasm? Nah, you don't orgasm from a kiss, do you? Their first kiss! She moved her arms to hold him and he brought them back and locked them again.

The next kiss was deeper and longer. Her tongue came out. He sucked it between his lips and then plunged his tongue into her mouth, touching, probing, sucking. They were both panting.  
Fingers slowly grazed down her arms to her chest, surrounding her breasts but not touching her nipples. Amy turned for his fingers but they had shifted to her gently rounded belly, kneading, pushing and finally pressing on her mons.

Jeff fought the urge to touch her pussy, to plunge his fingers in and finally, forced them down her inner thighs and up and down again.

Amy was whimpering constantly now, her body pressing against him. His fingers fought his cock to gather her juices that he rubbed into her tummy, gathering more and reaching under her sweatshirt and smothering the wetness into her nipples. Amy couldn't focus. She couldn't breath. Jeff was covering her body with her cream, even pushing his fingers into her mouth.

"Jeff", she moaned.

"What?"

"Can we move somewhere a little more comfortable? I feel like I'm lying on a steel bed."

"Aw shit, Amy...foreplay interruptus!"

"Pleassse?"

"OK…OK, maybe I'll finally get to look at you in the raw!"

"Maybe."

Finally, he took her hand and they walked to the bedroom, stopping every two feet for a hug, a kiss, a squeeze of her bottom.

"Brrrrrr, it's cold in here. I better put some more wood in the stove. Wait for me?"

"Uh huh." Hmm, nice buns! Amy thought about removing her sweatshirt but decided against it and sat on the bed. She heard him yell from the other room ‘Here come da judge…Here come da judge…all rise!' She jumped off the bed and stood at attention.

He marched into the room carrying a lantern that was glowing more brightly by the second. Amy raced across the room and hugged him. His hands found the bottom of her sweatshirt and he raised it slowly up her body. She felt his fingers skim across each rib. Jeff gasped, seeing the flush of arousal on her chest, bloated discs and swollen, fat nipples begging for his touch, and he obliged, running his hands over her breasts. He heard her groan, deep in her throat.

"Hey, buddy, you got beautiful jugs!"

"Jeffrey!!!!"

"Sorry, that was the first thing that popped into my mind. But you do have beautiful tits!"

"They're too small."

"Amy, are you kidding? I've got two handfuls and they feel just right to me…more than right…perfect!"

He continued to raise her shirt and Amy lifted her arms. He stopped when he had his hands on Amy's wrists. She opened her eyes. Jeff's attention was locked on her breasts, nipples pointing straight up at him. His intensity made her shiver and she shut her eyes. The sweatshirt fell to the floor but he still held her wrists. Amy felt his tongue touch a nipple and she moaned. Her knees were buckling and she wrested her hands free and grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling.

Amy starred at his penis, her mouth wide open. As it throbbed, it hit his body.

"Jeff, it looks like the judge has risen also. Can I sit in the bench?"

"Well, it not exactly court policy, but I suppose the bench can be accommodating."

He moved her arms around his neck, put his hands under her chubby cheeks, and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his body. His meat was wedged up tight between her thighs and Amy gasped as she felt his heat. He kissed her and they stayed locked together, slight humping movements beginning from both of them.

"Uh, I think we should move to the bed before I start painting the walls!"

They faced each other. He circled her lips with his tongue and pushed it into her mouth. Amy purred as she touched his tongue, darted away and touched again. Fingers twisted softly through her hair. She pressed closer to him, felt his penis against her stomach and shivered.

Jeff kissed her below the ear and licked down her neck, his tongue touching her and withdrawing and touching again. He felt her rapid pulse on his lips. His hands brushed the sides of her breasts and advanced slowly up the valley between them, surrounded them with his fingers, never touching her nipples.

Fingers were tracing circles down her body. She rolled to her back. Jeff straddled her hips. Leaning forward, he raised her arms over her head.

He whispered, "Close your eyes, Amy."  
She couldn't speak. And the touch was gone. His body didn't touch any part of her. She felt arousal and fear. Fear…what should I fear? I'm with Jeff. 

Jeff kissed a nipple. Amy felt a charge race through her body, from the nipple to her clitoris. Lips touched her slightly rounded tummy and the tuft of hair on her mons and he was gone again. 

He put his hands on her thighs and parted them. The familiar scent of her apricot scrub mixed with the smell of her arousal overwhelmed him. He dropped his head on her inner thigh but it was not close enough and Amy lifted her hips for his touch. Jeff pushed her down and heard her soft whimper.

Light kisses, a wet tongue and little bites followed a path up one thigh and down the other. He felt her slight movement as if each touch burned her skin. He was gone again. Amy's nipples were swollen and he suckled at them, as a baby would feed from its mother. Taking one lightly between his teeth, he pulled back increasing the pressure until she groaned, not a sound of pain, but of desire.

Jeff folded a pillow and slipped it under her bottom. The message was clear…her eyes opened! He was kneeling between her legs and raised them back toward her chest. She felt movement between her lips and saw a very red, enflamed knob rise above her folds and disappear.

Jeff bucked his pelvis and his cock moved up and down her lips, sometimes touching her engorged nubbin. He looked up. Her mouth was open. He saw the intensity of her stare. There was a flush on her face and chest, a light sheen of sweat on her breasts. She looked beautiful…glowing in her arousal.

The head of his penis found her opening and entered. His cock was thicker below the crown and she moaned.

"Am I hurting you, Amy?"

"No…no", she gasped.

Jeff penetrated her as she watched. Despite Amy's desire, her virgin tissue fought his overpowering girth and unwillingly yielded ground to its conqueror, inch by inch. He couldn't go any farther and withdrew as slowly as he had entered. His staff looked shiny, covered with her juices.

"Come down here, Jeff. I want to hold you."

Jeff pressed forward and felt her stretched around his root. He withdrew slightly and she pushed up, not allowing him to leave. His cock felt thicker and harder. They continued to move against each other, sometimes slowly, sometimes faster, never really finding a rhythm. Jeff's thumb found her pearl, circling it, lightly tapping it. She screamed, the piercing cry stilling the chatter of life in the forest.

Amy was shivering uncontrollably, her sounds unnatural. She felt as if tiny hailstones were pelting her, leaving a tingling sensation wherever they touched her body. Her orgasm raced on and on.

He kissed and nibbled softly at her throat. Her eyes opened when he bit her swollen lower lip.

"You OK, Amy?"

"Uh unh."

"What's wrong?"

She moaned, "I keep coming, tiny, little…Oh, God!" 

They lay together, his chest pressed to her. "My cock likes the way your nipples are attacking my chest." She didn't answer. "Hello, Jeff to Amy."

The words about his cock startled her. "You're still hard! Didn't you come, Jeff?"

"Uh unh."

"I felt you trembling, throbbing….I thought you were about to explode."

"I can't talk now, Amy. I'll tell you later." She giggled.

A short time later, Amy whispered, "Are you going to come soon?"

"Am I hurting you, Amy?"

"No..no, but if you were planning to come, I was going to try to talk you out of it!" She giggled.

He laughed, "How do you feel?"

"Uhmm...deliciously stuffed and basted!" 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Jeff turned Amy on to her stomach and up on her knees, shoulders resting on the bed. He scooted behind her and ran his tongue through her lips, battling with a tangle of brown curls. Gathering juices, he followed a path from pussy through ass checks, over and over again. "Oh Grandmother", she moaned, "what a long tongue and sharp teeth, you have…. Oh, Goddddd!"

He kept babbling something as he stayed at his task.

Panting, she said, "No, I love the way you're eating me. Just don't bite so hard!"

He continued on his mission, Amy trembling and moaning, flying between heaven and earth. He pulled back slightly.

She gasped, "Jeff, no. Don't stop!". 

"Shhhh.…I can't figure out which side of this juicy peach to eat first."

He kissed the dimples just above the rise of her buttocks. Jeff couldn't take his eyes from her trembling ass; the vision surpassed his wildest fantasy. He heard a deep growl and realized the sound came from him. His penis was throbbing, begging for burial.

Jeff grabbed her mounds, pulling them apart, running his tongue up and down the deep valley, and sometimes pressing on her asshole. Amy was in constant motion, bucking up and down and side-to-side.

He was on his knees, his staff following her movement like a heat-seeking missile and finding her cleft, slowly penetrating to her womb. He pulled out even slower and ran his cock up the valley between her cheeks. Jeff heard her muffled sounds and incoherent words. He kept following the pattern, in, out, up and down, until the end.

He was climbing the valley and he yelled, "Oh….Fuuuuck!"

His cum shot in the air, gouts spraying Amy, finally just leaking on her buttocks. Jeff rubbed his spunk into her back paying particular attention to the lower part.

Amy dropped to the bed, Jeff following her, their sweat mixing with cum. The panting slowed and reached normal breathing. Jeff heard a chuckle and another one, followed by laughter, loud and hard.

"OK, what's so funny? You laughing because I keep coming all over you, instead of in you?"

She started laughing again.

"Amy!!!!"

"Dude, I think I'll call you my BAM."

"What the hell's a BAM?" "You're the Alpha Male. You have a habit of rubbing your cum all over me like you're marking your territory."

"You're kidding. I never realized I was doing that….what's the B stand for?"

"You figure that out, horse!"

"Well, you'll need a nickname, too."

"Yeah?"

"Uhmmm. I think I'll call you my JLB."

"Uh….Jeff Loves….shouldn't it be a P for pussy?"

"Amy, don't be vulgar. It means Juicy Love Bunny."

"Oh, that's so cute. Do you really think I'm a bunny?"

"Well, you hump like one!"

"Jeffrey!!!!"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

"Were you a virgin before tonight, Jeff?…and you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"Does it show?"

"No, no. I just wondered how you became so experienced, knowing where to touch, how to touch."

He laughed. "Do you remember that senior I dated for a few weeks when I was a junior…the one with the big boobs?"

"I remember every girl you dated, who you looked at and who looked at you."

"Well, she was what I would call a ‘hands-on sex manual'. She recruited me and she was the drill sergeant. Everything we did was under her control and when I wouldn't go all the way, she chewed me up and spit me out. The only feeling I had for her was in my fingers and tongue. She went through our whole gang!"

"Not me!"

"As long as we're playing ‘truth or truth'," he laughed, "how about you?" "Uh, technically, no."

"Huh?"

"You got me four years ago. Do you remember that football game when I was playing quarterback and you hiked the ball to me? You turned and I ran into you and we both went down with your knee jammed into my crotch. That was it!"

"Holy shit….I never knew."

"What'd you expect a fourteen year old girl to say? ‘Dude, you like got my cherry'!"

"Holy shit!………….Did you, uh, have any experience with the girl you met at the Lair?"

"I didn't suck her dick if that's what you want to know and I really don't want to talk about it…..but I will tell you that your tongue is longer!"

"Holy shit!"

"Jeff, you keep repeating yourself."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Jeff spooned her, his arms wrapped around her body.

"Jeff, I can't have imagined a more romantic evening."

"Yeah, me neither", he chuckled.

"No, I'm serious. Soft candlelight, a great bottle of wine and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."

"Well, never let it be said that Jeff Clarkson doesn't know how to treat his woman!"

Amy shivered. The words thrilled her. He didn't say ‘a woman'. She couldn't decide which she liked better, ‘his'or ‘woman'. Actually, they both sounded wonderful but she liked them best when said together…his woman. She shivered again.

"Are you cold, Amy?"




Buddies Forever



"No, I'm nice and warm". Romantic, but dumb. But, then, does a man ever understand a woman's emotions when tears of happiness roll down her face? Oh God, I'm being silly. Maybe it was just a slip of the tongue…yes?…no? She wiped her face in the pillow.

As she drifted off, the words continued…his…woman…his woman. Jeff lay there thinking. Did I just say ‘how to treat his woman'? Yeah, I did. Actually, it sounds pretty good. I wonder if she heard me. 

* * * * * * * * * * * Jeff's eyes popped open. It was morning. The first thing he saw was her enticing ass and then a washcloth removing the dried spendings from last night's lovemaking. Three fingers pulled the head upright and the cloth cleaned his shaft, his balls jiggling in their sac as the cloth moved to touch every crevice, every wrinkle.

Amy held his glistening rod and she kissed the tip of his cock. That light touch was felt in every nerve in his body, not a jolt, but a warm tingly sensation. Her hand released his staff and her tongue slowly licked the length, from root to helmet and back again. She was pleased by his reaction.

"Uh. Amy, do you know what you're doing?"

"I think so. I've read several books on the subject. I'm giving you…felato."

"The word is fellatio."

"Oh! I've always had trouble with that word, so whenever I saw it I just said…sucking cock" and she grinned at him. "Is anything wrong?"

"Uh, no."

"You'll let me know if I'm not doing it right? OK?" and she grinned again.

She sucked the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth and he gasped. Her lips tightened on the shaft just below the crown and Amy lifted her head pulling him taut. Grasping the pulsing girth, she watched his balls rise as she pulled up. Jeff's immediate response to her touch surprised her, but she knew it shouldn't have because every movement, every pulsing was new to her. She forced herself to concentrate on the signs of impending orgasm and how to control it.

Did her book knowledge apply to every situation? Probably not, but she would focus on his breathing, his moaning, his pelvic movements, maybe even his words if he did speak.

It was impossible for Jeff to decide which aroused him more, his cock being devoured by her mouth, the allure of two bewitching cheeks or the juices running down her inner thighs. It was a delicious dilemma! He hadn't touched her but it was obvious that she was as turned on as he was. 

Her fingers encircled the root of his dick, as she took more and more of him into her mouth. Tightening her lips, she pulled the skin upward as she rose from him, a path of saliva coating a very dangerous-looking column of flesh. She knew he was close; every sign she watched for was there. She could feel a surge rising. He gushed into her mouth, Amy keeping her lips closed to capture it all. She straddled his hips and watched his anguished expression. When he opened his eyes, Amy lowered her head and let his cum slowly dribble out of her mouth and fall on her breasts.

"Go for it, BAM!" She threw her head back and roared.

He didn't laugh. He looked mesmerized as his fingers mashed the cum into her tits.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Jeff, I've got a paper due on Tuesday. Study time, huh?" She reached for her clothes.

"Yeah, I guess so. Amy, you don't need those clothes. It's very warm and cozy in the main room."

"Uhmmm, I said work…right?"

"Absolutely."

They sat at the table, books and papers scattered across the top. Amy was making great progress but when she looked over to his paper, she saw him doodling. Her eyes lifted to his; he was starring at her breasts. Ignoring it, she went back to her paper. 

A short time later, she realized her nipples were aroused, as if begging for his tongue. God, he's in my head, silently manipulating my thoughts. Again, she lifted her eyes and he was still starring at her. She took a deep breath. That was a mistake; his mouth is wide open!

Amy slammed her pencil on the table, pushed her chair back and raced around the table. His paper was covered with one word, repeated over and over again….nipples.

"Jeff, you're supposed to be working!"

"I know, but….."

"I just knew we should have put our clothes on. I can't trust you to stay focused on anything but sex. Is that all men think about?" She looked annoyed. He knew she wanted to finish her paper.

"I'm sure that's true. A guy can become aroused by a certain look, an exposed thigh, a perky nipple. By the way, you might want to take a look." She didn't have to. She already knew what she'd find. "Amy, you and I and sex are only a few hours old. I think what we're experiencing is very natural, but I will admit one thing." He laughed as he said, "When it's study time, we should both wear the baggiest clothes we can find!" 

Jeff pushed his chair back. Amy gasped and knew that study time was over, at least for now. Her mouth dropped open as she starred at a vein-gnarled enormous shaft.  It has to be an illusion; it looks too threatening to be real.

She finally managed to utter, "Holy shit, Jeff, your penis, it's…dripping!"

"That's not a penis. That's a very aroused, super-charged cock! It's only a penis when it lies dormant nestled against my balls."

So he wants to play games, huh? "Ya know, that reminds me of a problem I worked on in my Intro to Logic course. How did it go?

Let P = PENIS and C = COCK. J is to P, except when J is to A….or when J is in A. Therefore, J has no P, but always has a C. And furthermore, J is not getting anywhere close to A with that C!"

"That is brilliant! Why don't you hop on the table and we'll see if we can find a proof for your theorem?"

"The only thing I'm hopping into is my sweatshirt, Your Horniness!"

"Amy, wait." He pulled her to his chest. "I think we could both use a shower…a cold one."

"Good idea and why don't you open the windows while we're in there. The smell of sex and the testosterone level in here is overpowering."

He laughed as he went around the house following her instruction. Coming back to her, he kissed her lips lightly, lifted her up into his arms and walked to the front door.

Amy screamed, "What are you doing? It's pouring out there and it's cold."

"I thought you agreed with my idea…the cold shower?"

"You're crazy", she screeched. "We'll freeze out there."

"Actually, I put my hand out the window and the rain is pretty warm…for November."

"Jeff, no…no, no", she yelled.

"In case we don't survive this, I want you to know I love you, Amy."

"You do!……..Yikes!"

He held her tightly as the rain poured down on them. Within seconds, they were soaking wet. "Amy, reach into my pocket and grab the soap."

Amy couldn't hold it in and she laughed hysterically. "Jeff, we're both going to wind up sick as hell."

"No way. I'm going to keep you as warm as hell…I mean as hot as hell!" He lowered her to her feet and she felt his heat throbbing against her stomach. He clearly heard her moan. His head lifted to the sky, fists raised. "Is that all you've got, old man?", he yelled to the heavens. He heard thunder in the distance or was that his blood pounding in his ears?

She was on the ground, leaves crushed under her and Jeff above her. He kneed her thighs and she spread them, inches short of a split. Two fingers penetrated her pussy moving into her flood. Her pelvis bucked up to draw him deeper. They were lost in a delirium, her fingers digging in the ground, his fingers creating a friction that drove her from one orgasm to another. 

"You know you're my slut, don't you?……..don't you, Amy?", he yelled.

"Oh, God…yes…your slut!"

Amy felt his cock invade her in one stroke. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He was deeper still! She felt pain and then joy as the mixed signals battered her brain. Her hips were restless, back and forth, up and down and soon they both found the rhythm that is never taught. She wanted him harder, deeper.

The ‘old man in the sky' must have sensed the moment because the downpour changed to a light drizzle as their motion became a pounding, one into the other. Jeff felt a massive eruption explode through his shaft and flood her cunt as she writhed in rapture.

They lay on the ground, side by side, fingers interlaced, as the light rain mixed with sweat and cooled their bodies. There were no words spoken; none were necessary.

They spent the rest of the weekend working, well, mostly in bed. Amy discovered some interesting things to do with apple butter that didn't include toast. After she almost drowned in the stall shower, Jeff concluded that they should turn the water off before she did hand stands! Amy finished her project and Jeff rewrote his paper leaving out his expression of her anatomy.

They had originally planned to return to school on Sunday night, but that was before they passed out on the bed. In the morning, it was definitely time to leave. They were going to miss their first two classes but they knew this weekend's education surpassed anything they would have learned in those classes. 

Amy walked down the hill, Jeff following, both loaded down with backpacks and coolers. "Ya know, I never realized it, but you're bow-legged."

"Jeff, that's not funny. I have pain from my tummy down through my thighs. When I get back to town, I'm going to buy some Spandex shorts."

"What's that supposed to do, keep the muscles tight?"

"No, it's like an Ace bandage for the pussy…to keep C out!"

Jeff laughed. "I really fell into that one. That's the zinger of the weekend! But, how about your mouth? That didn't get anywhere near the workout…oh, shit! I never finished the work I had to do. Actually, I never started."

Amy put her finger on her chin and exclaimed, "Oh my! It's a good thing your father is a very understanding and open-minded guy. I can hear him now, ‘I suppose all that school work and all that fucking really ate up the time, right, young man'?" 

"Very funny, although it is a pretty good imitation of my father. I guess I'll have to come back after Thanksgiving break…."

"And I suppose you'll need a hand, huh?"

"Hey, that'd be great. Can you make it?"

She paused and then said, "I'll have to check my social calendar. I hear that sluts are in demand between Thanksgiving and Christmas!"

"Uh huh." He couldn't stop the grin that appeared on his face.

"I love you, Jeff Clarkson."

"I know."

"Well, that's a pretty smug answer." She really looked pissed.

"I knew it on Saturday afternoon in the rain, not by your words but by your actions. I'm seriously thinking about changing your name."

"You are?"

"Yeah, from JLB to JLS. You graduated from bunny class with flying arms and legs."

She pouted. "I really liked the name bunny…Oh, I forgot to tell you. Speaking of animals, no, not you. That day on the grass, I saw a large buck watching us from the  
edge of the woods. He looked like he was in rut. Do you think a woman's scent could do that?"

"Gee, I don't know, but since I was in you, if I saw him charging across the lawn, you would have been topside and fast!"

"Hmmm, interesting, being fucked by two beasts in the forest. Would that qualify for graduation to another class?"

"Oh yeah. Big time!"

They slowly drove out of the mountains. Amy sat close to him, her head on his shoulder, his hand on her breast playing a tune they both knew.

She was still upset by his cavalier reaction to her declaration of love, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized it was her fault.  There's a time for play and a time for being serious. When you're "funning" at 50 mph, you don't shift into reverse gear.

She smiled at him and he smiled back and then looked down. Amy followed his eyes. Oh my, it's C!  As she lowered his zipper, she laughed. I guess he likes that I'm no longer a B, but an S. He looked totally focused but it sure wasn't on his driving.

As they approached the campus, Amy reminded him that her mother was picking them up late Wednesday afternoon to drive them home.

"I'll see you later, Amy?"

"I don't think so, Jeff. I've got some things I have to do after classes."

"How about tonight?"

"No, tonight is devoted to studying and healing, mostly healing!"

* * * * * * * * * * * * At five o'clock on Wednesday afternoon, most of the campus already deserted, Amy walked out of the dorm and saw Jeff and her mother talking near the van. He saw her first and his face lit up. Her mother turned and her expression was one of surprise or shock, or both.

Amy wore a light, wool, form-fitting sweater and a very short plaid skirt and a pair of shoes, not boots. She thought her mother's expression was probably more shock; Amy's skirt was far shorter than her mother saw on young women. She could picture her mother gasping as Amy walked into church on Sunday morning.

Helen, her mother, said, "Amy, you look…beautiful! Why, you're a changed woman."  
Jeff, grinning ear to ear, replied, "She sure is!"

Amy smiled. "Yes, I am." 

"Ya know, Mrs. Rogers", Jeff said. "Leaving high school and starting college can be quite a shock. You have to learn where and how you fit in and…OW!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jeff. I didn't realize your foot was there."

Helen asked Jeff if he wanted to drive and he replied, "I'm really tired, Mrs. Rogers. I think I'll sit in the back with Amy, unless you want to ride up front, Amy."

"No, I think I might want to lie down later. I'm pretty tired myself."

As Helen walked around the vehicle, Jeff snickered, "I can't wait to get my hands on you. It'll be dark soon."

"Uh, you remember my mother? Like she's driving."

"I'll try, but it's awfully hard" and he looked down. 

She looked up. "Oh, God, I think I know why You allow women multiple orgasms and men only one. It's for our protection from these beasts, right?"

"Me, only one orgasm?"

They both laughed and Helen turned to see what was so funny.

The I 79 traffic was heavy tonight with the holiday rush. Even so, Helen found she was able to maintain a steady 45 mph. She noticed that Jeff's head was leaning on the back door and she assumed Amy, who she couldn't see, was stretched out on the seat, both of them asleep. She thought they must have been working them pretty hard. Amy and Jeff were always so full of energy.

Jeff opened his eyes. The traffic was heavy, horns blaring for no reason other than inpatient drivers. He saw Helen raise the rear view mirror to prevent a truck's headlights from blinding her. He leaned over and whispered to Amy, "J is to C."

Amy whispered back, "C's been here the whole time you were sleeping" and she giggled. "He keeps poking me in the head."

She rolled to her side and planted a kiss right in Jeff's crotch. The excitement in his eyes probably could have been seen a mile away, in the dark! He shuffled forward on the seat as Amy started to lower his pant's zipper. Jeff stopped her hand and quietly said, "No, I'd better do that." She opened her hand and he saw a shiny, gold foil packet. He whispered, "Where the…where did you get that?"  
"I took it from your backpack, Jeff. You won't be needing them anymore, will you?"

"No, ma'am!"

Amy learned something new every day and not necessarily in a classroom. Put your mouth anywhere near a man's cock and he'll promise you anything! She'd file that away.

Her fingers slipped inside his pants and found his penis…nope; it was his cock, but no jockeys. She giggled. Amy sucked him into her mouth and her tongue danced around the plum-like head and just below it. Her hand pumped the root of his shaft. Jeff moaned quietly, like every ten seconds. She loved the smell of him and the taste of his pre-cum. Amy sucked him deeper and she felt the tightening of his ball sac. After unrolling a couple of inches of the condom, she decided against it as she continued to suck and pump him. He exploded in her mouth and she swallowed as fast as she could. Jeff yawned very loudly and long!

Helen said, "Oh, I see you're up, Jeff."

"You do?" Jeff coughed. "I mean I have been for a while."

Amy whispered, "Uh, Jeff, you can't think when the blood rushes from one head to the other, can you?"

Helen asked, "Are you awake, Amy?"

"Yeah, Mom. I am now. Are we almost home?"

"Well, with this traffic, I guess about another half hour before we leave the interstate and then it's clear sailing. 

They must be really working you people, huh? I've never seen you two look so exhausted."

"Mom, there's this one guy who's really hard. He's kind of an assistant in Introduction to Logic. He really plunges deep into the subject matter." Amy looked over at Jeff; his mouth was wide open. The total expression was priceless!

"I'm sure I didn't have that when I was in school."

"Oh, you may have, Mom, but it's much more intensive today."

"Well, you know, Amy. All I ever wanted was to see you as a well-rounded person."

"Bite your tongue, Mom."  
"Huh?" her mother replied.

"I'm only kidding, Mom. Of course, I want to be a well-rounded woman but it's a little early for that. I just started. It'll probably take a few years." Then she whispered to Jeff, "Don't just sit there with your mouth open, BAM. Do something." She lowered his hand to her thigh, stuck her tongue in his ear and said, "My turn!"

Holy shit! Jeff always knew Amy was the daredevil in the gang, but this…he loved it, every minute of it…she's as horny as I am!

Jeff's fingers pushed her skirt up as he tiptoed up and down her thigh until she lost her patience, grabbed his wrist and forced his fingers up. He gasped. She wasn't wearing panties!

She whispered in his ear, "This is the way you want your slut, isn't it?" He didn't say anything, but she heard his soft growl.

Jeff eased two fingers into her; she was very wet. He spread her juices over her lips and continued stroking. A big thumb played with an engorged clit. He avoided continuous contact because he knew she was very close.

Amy could smell her arousal and she quickly cracked the window a couple of inches.

Helen asked, "Is it too warm back there, kids?"

"No, Mom, it's fine."

"Well, you're almost there, Amy."

"I know, Mom, I know", and she bit her hand as her orgasm blossomed.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at Jeff's house and he kissed her… a long, lingering kiss. She whispered sweetly, "Your fly's open."

Jeff smiled at her and said, "Goodnight, JLS."

"Goodnight, BAM. See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Mrs. Rogers and thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow."

Helen was stunned; she couldn't speak. Jeff grabbed his bags, smiling as he left the van.

As Amy and her mother entered the house, Amy yelled out, "We're home."

Helen finally found her voice and said, "Amy, you have something to tell me?"  
Amy's father entered the foyer and said, "Hi ya, Sweetheart. Wow, you look gorgeous." She hugged him.

"Let me put this stuff in my room. I'll be right down", and she headed up the stairs.

"Amy?"

"Mom, you know we've been best buddies since fourth grade." She continued up the stairs pressing loose skirt material to her thigh!

Helen's mouth dropped open.

Amy's father asked, "What's that about?"

"I'll tell you later Stanley. I have to make a call", and she raced to the kitchen.

"Janey, you'll never guess…"

"Ya wanna bet, Helen. Jeff came into the house yelling, ‘Here come da judge, here come da judge'. I asked him if he decided on pre-law and he said, ‘Hell no, Ma, I'm in love'."

Helen gasped, "Ohmygod! You don't think they got married, do you? What's that thing about the judge?"

"Helen, I don't know, but I don't think they got married. Didn't Amy always say she wanted to marry in our church? I can't believe this. Living right next door to each other all these years, behaving like brother and sister…talk about getting hit between the eyes with a two-by-four. Wow! Tomorrow's going to be real interesting, huh?"