James started out of a half-doze. For the second time that night, he had two stunning, naked women resting their heads on his chest and snuggling up next to him. The sound that had shocked him was Amy’s phone sounding an alert from the bedside table.
Amy groaned sadly, but sat up and turned around to pick up her phone.
“Oh shit,” she said upon unlocking it.
“What?” he asked.
She held out her phone, and said, “Melanie.”
Her blonde friend’s eyes widened when she looked at the phone. She quickly sat up and asked, “Is that the time?”
Amy nodded, and then sighed. “Baby, I’ve got to get back to the dorm. If I wake up here, in this bed with you, there’s no chance I’m going to make my first couple of lectures.”
He really wasn’t prepared for the way his heart sank upon thinking about her not being there. Despite that, he nodded and said, “Okay, baby.”
Melanie spun on her bottom and quickly stood up next to the bed – eyes scanning the floor for her hastily discarded clothing. “God, I’m going to be so dead at work.”
“Worth it, though,” Amy said.
“So worth it,” Melanie agreed.
James forced himself to sit up as the two women located their panties and pulled them on. He then climbed out of the bed, put on his boxers, and helped retrieve their scattered clothing. Once they were both dressed and near the front door, Amy gave Melanie a quick kiss before letting her out.
Upon closing the door behind the blonde, she held out her arms and James embraced her. They kissed, and then Amy said, “I...” She trailed off, but then quickly smiled and said, “See you at the gym tomorrow.”
He nodded, forcing a smile. “Try to get some sleep.”
“You too,” Amy said, and then stood up on her tiptoes to give him one last peck on the lips before exiting.
The apartment – and especially his bed – felt heart-wrenchingly empty that night, and it took him a long time to drift off despite exhaustion from the workout the two women had given him.
****
Marlon’s eyebrows lifted and he ran a hand over his smooth-shaven scalp when James walked in quite a bit earlier than usual. They greeted each other with their normal resounding handclasp, and then James asked, “Can I talk to you about something?”
“Yeah. No problem,” Marlon said while hiking a thumb toward the office.
Once James closed the door behind him, he said, “I hate to ask, but could I have Friday night off?”
“What, I push you too hard last week?” Marlon teased.
James chuckled. “Not even close. I’ve got a date.”
Marlon waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and smiled. “Yeah, sure man. Take it off.”
“You sure? I know it’s not much notice.”
Marlon rolled his eyes. “Stop trying to talk me out of it.” He chuckled. “You ain’t taken time off in nearly a damn year. Just take the motherfuckin’ night off, my man.”
James laughed and said, “Thanks. I appreciate it. I wasn’t even thinking about it when I made the reservations.”
“Reservations. More than just a booty call, huh?”
Any doubts he might have had about his feelings had evaporated during a painfully lonely shower and breakfast that – very late – morning. He nodded.
“So, let me ask you something... Is it the boss-man’s little girl?”
Caught off-guard, he wasn’t able to stop himself from reacting.
Marlon shook his head – though he was smiling. “God damn, man. You better have a better poker face than that with her old man.”
He sighed and said, “It was that bad, huh?”
“You looked like I just caught you stealing from the offering plate at church. Yeah, it was that bad.”
James shrugged, sighed, and said, “Well, It’s just a job.”
Marlon pursed his lips and whistled. “Damn. You are down bad. But, you know what, I’m happy for you.” He held out his hand to shake.
When James clasped it, the two men squeezed as tight as they possibly could.
“She’s a wild one, but she’s a good girl,” Marlon said as they ended their friendly little masculine contest.
“She’s amazing,” James said.
Marlon clapped him on the shoulder, and then turned toward the door. He muttered as he crossed the office floor, “Taking a god-damned night off, and then gonna get your ass fired so I’ve got to spend my time trying to find some motherfucker... Damn.”
James laughed as he followed his friend back out into the gym.
****
It was a long shift with few distractions beyond talking to Trace about Melanie. He looked as if he’d stared into heaven’s gates when he saw the picture of her, so he had little doubt his friend would follow through with sending her a message.
That left James with little to do but anticipate Amy coming in that evening. As the clock slowly ticked down and the gym cleared out about ten minutes to closing, he felt like he was going to come out of his skin.
He broke out into goosebumps when her car pulled into the lot and his heart soared.
Amy was all smiles when she walked in wearing red-striped black lycra. As she scanned her card, she said, “I’m probably only going to be a half hour tonight. For some reason, I’m a little tired.”
“Sorry.”
She shook her head – wearing a smile that was a little too sultry considering the cameras – and said, “Don’t be.”
When she headed to the treadmills, he more or less instantly made a decision. While cutting short his workout was about as alien of a concept as he could have ever imagined, he wasn’t going to miss a minute he could be spending with her.
His phone sounded off just as he was about to head for the first machine, and upon checking it, he found a message from Amy.
“Melanie texted me on the way here. Her coffee date just turned into a dinner date.” She had punctuated the message with several excited-face emojis.
He had a big smile on his face from that news when he hit the first machine.
It was harder than ever before to keep his eyes off Amy through his truncated workout. He wanted nothing more than to stare at her and capture every moment – every movement. She was bright-eyed and smiling – usually looking at him – every time he did glance her way.
He’d timed his reduced workout correctly, and only had a couple of reps left when she walked toward the lockers. He snatched up his tumbler once he was done and guzzled water on the way to the lockers – unwilling to waste a second.
Despite hurrying to undress and shower, and his eyes frequently darting toward the doorway, hoping to see Amy there, she still managed to sneak in on him. She was only a couple of steps away when he noticed her and broke out into a grin that made his cheeks ache.
His nude goddess strutted the last couple of steps toward him saying, “I almost got you.” He reached out for her, but she playfully spun away from his grasp with a laugh. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him.
He was only about half hard when she first squeezed her breasts around his cock, but that changed rapidly. They looked deep into each other’s eyes as she caressed his manhood with those big, firm, slippery globes and moaned for his benefit. The spray of the shower caused rivulets of water to trickle down her face, and made her eyelashes sparkle.
Despite how beautiful she looked with the cascade of droplets falling upon her, he reached back and turned off the water. Amy released him from the warm nest of her breasts and stood. They engaged in a needy kiss – their wet bodies pressing together.
James barely gave a thought to the gym phone when he heard it ringing. Whoever it was would either get the information they needed from the voice mail, or they were out of luck.
Amy pulled away just far enough – and just long enough – to say, “God, I need you,” before crushing her lips to his again.
James guided her toward the sinks as their tongues slipped over each other in an erotic tango. They only made it about halfway there before Amy pulled away in order to make quicker progress. She hopped up on the counter, and he buried his face in her pussy before she could finish parting her legs.
Her fingers tousled his hair and roamed over his broad shoulders as he reveled in her nectar and the familiar, exhilarating sensation of her folds beneath his tongue. Amy whimpered, moaned, and writhed, further enhancing his excitement.
Somehow, they both heard the loud mechanical clanking of someone unlocking the front door. James quickly stood up straight, and she slid down off the counter.
“Amy? James?” her father called out from the front of the gym.
Her eyes wide, Amy gesticulated, clearly asking, what do we do?
He raised a finger to his lips and then yelled, “Just a minute, sir. I just got out of the shower after my workout.”
Amy grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her while James quickly rubbed one over his body. He was still fairly wet and his hair dripping when he started pulling on the same clothes he’d taken off earlier. Going to his locker for his clean clothes would have taken too long.
James walked out into the gym to see his boss standing with folded arms, looking around the room. “Something wrong, sir?”
He shrugged. “I just need to talk to my daughter. She isn’t answering the phone, and I guess you were already in the shower when I called here. Where is she?”
James walked behind the counter, his heart nearly stopping when he saw Amy peeking into the short hallway where the men’s and women’s sides of the locker room split. He thought he was surely going to have a heart attack when she suddenly streaked across the space. His voice wavered a little for the first couple of words when he answered, “She went to the locker room a little before me.”
Her father rolled his eyes, and thankfully didn’t appear to have noticed his daughter’s wild, naked dash. “Women take forever,” he muttered, and then turned toward the locker area to call out, “Amy!”
“Jesus! What, Dad?” she answered.
“Come out here.”
Her voice was full of petulance when she responded, “Do you mind if I dry off and put some clothes on first?”
“Just don’t be all night,” he yelled. He turned back to James, shook his head, and gestured toward the lockers. “Kids...”
James shrugged and grinned, praying that he didn’t look as nervous and guilty as he felt.
His boss then launched into something else with barely a moment for James to process it. “I was looking through the books, and you’ve managed to keep four of the January rush coming in regular again this year. I don’t know how you do it.”
Surprised by the unexpected compliment, he said, “I just try not to overwhelm them. Start them out slow, but push them hard enough that they can start seeing some results. I go through their normal meal plan and suggest small changes. If I can get them through a month, that’s usually long enough. When they look in the mirror or step on the scale and see they’ve made progress, that’s all the motivation they need. I wish I could reach more of them.”
“Well, it’s damn good for the bottom line. Between you and Marlon, this location has half-again better retention than either of the other two locations. I think I’m going to have Marlon start spending more time at the other two. See if he can get their numbers up.”
“I’ll do what I can here, sir.”
Amy stomped out of the locker room – her hair still soaking wet. “What?” she snapped as she approached.
Her father held up his phone and said, “I got an alert that your car is due for service. You’ve got to–”
She cut him off. “I dropped it off at lunchtime and picked it up after last class today. The paperwork is still in the passenger seat if you don’t believe me.”
He rocked back a little, as if the words had hit him like a strong wind. “Oh... Well...”
“Well?” she echoed back at him.
He squared his shoulders and said, “You should get it done before you get the alert.”
Amy sighed and hung her head for a moment. She dropped the acid from her voice when she responded. “I scheduled it a couple of weeks ago. This was the soonest they could get me in. Dad, could you have just a little faith in me?”
He looked stung by that, and sounded more conciliatory than James had ever heard before when he said, “Sorry, honey.”
“Don’t just assume the worst, Dad. I know I haven’t always been super reliable, but I’m trying. I love you, but could you give me a little breathing space? I’m in college. I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“You’re right. I just...” He sighed.
She smiled, walked up to him, grasped his sleeve, and said, “Go home, Dad. You’re already up past your bedtime, and you’re getting grumpy. Come on.”
“You’re one to talk about bedtime,” he muttered as he let her lead him toward the door.
She blew a raspberry at him as the door closed behind them.
James walked over and turned off the lights. He leaned against the wall and let out a huge sigh of relief once both cars had left the parking lot. He locked the door, went to his locker, better dried his hair, changed into his clean clothes, and then finally locked up for the night.
His heart had only stopped racing like a runaway train not long before he started walking home.
Amy was sitting on the couch when he opened his apartment door. “That was too close,” she said as she stood up.
He nodded. “We should probably...”
“Stop fucking around at the gym?”
“Mmm hmm,” he responded, though he’d actually thought about saying they should stop sneaking around.
She turned and walked toward the bedroom saying, “I guess I can behave long enough for you to get home and fuck me silly.”
The sight of her looking back over her shoulder with a sultry smile, and her ass swaying in a short, fluttering skirt was more than enough to make him drop his gym bag. Amy had already vanished into the bedroom by the time he hastily removed his shoes and socks.
He reached the bedroom just in time to see her pulling off a sock, leaving her feet bare. On a whim, he hurried to the bed and caught her leg before she could straighten it. Then, he did it for her, backing up and lifting it at the same time. He kissed the sole of her foot, and she responded with an intrigued moan.
When she wiggled her toes, he kissed each one in turn, which earned him another moan and a gasp. She shuddered when he lightly slipped his tongue into the space between the big toe and its neighbor. She moaned again when he continued down the line, wetting the gaps between her toes. Her feet were soft and had only the slightest salty tang.
She pulled her foot back toward her after he reached her pinky toe and said, “Come here.”
Amy grabbed his shirt and yanked it up as soon as it was within reach, so he allowed her to pull it off, and then returned the favor. Those beautiful breasts tumbled free, and he tossed her top aside, ready to welcome them into the light with his lips.
Her back arched, and she pushed her skirt down, so he resisted the call of her breasts to slide her skirt down her legs and off. She nodded toward her panties, so he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband.
Amy’s phone began vibrating and playing a song he didn’t recognize from her purse on the bedside table.
“That’s Melanie. She must be home from her date,” Amy said while reaching for her purse. He let his fingers slip out from under her panties, but as she grabbed her phone, she said, “I didn’t say stop.”
James smiled and resumed pulling down her panties.
Amy answered her phone while he slipped her panties down and off her ankles. He couldn’t make out what Melanie was saying, but her tone sounded excited, and she was talking fast. Amy parted her legs and pointed at her pussy, so he dropped into the V of her legs.
“So, it went okay?” Amy said with put-upon blandness as he tongued her folds, probing between for her nectar. He heard Melanie respond in a disbelieving tone, followed by another rushed, excited series of incomprehensible words.
Amy whimpered when his tongue wriggled over her hood. She then said, “What do you mean?” The last word jumped an octave from him teasing the center of her pleasure with his tongue.
After a couple of seconds, she said, “Oh – that. He has his face buried in my pussy. I’d invite you over, but it sounds like you aren’t single and free to mingle anymore.”
James chuckled into her folds as his tongue continued its exploration of her delectable pink treasure.
“Friday, huh?” Amy said. Whimpers crept into her voice several times as she continued, “Well, I’ll keep my fingers crossed that you can’t make it to the third date before you take him to bed. Yes, I know I’m evil. That’s what vibrators are for. Bye.”
James cut his eyes up at her as she put her phone down, but didn’t still his tongue. She shivered and arched her back as her right hand joined the other in squeezing her breasts.
“They’re going out Friday night. Hope he’s as excited as she is,” Amy said while moving one hand down to the top of his head.
“I’d bet money on it,” he said before sucking her clit between his lips.
That was the end of the conversation as Amy yelped and her fingers on the top of his head curled.
Though her taste, scent, and the feeling of her folds between his lips was now familiar, it had lost not one ounce of its luster. It still felt like the first time. His heart was racing and every little sound that tumbled from her lips gave him chills. His whole world – his only aim at that moment – was to send her soaring into the stratosphere of pleasure and beyond.
To that end, he shifted position, allowing him to put his fingers to use. Amy groaned as the digits pushed into her tight canal. He curled them up and found what he was looking for. Amy gasped and then whimpered as his fingers massaged the spongy spot behind her mound.
The beautiful woman writhing from his efforts made him growl around her hood sucked between his lips. He shook his head back and forth, adding a new sensation, and circled the fingers hooked under her mound a little faster.
“Ah! Oh! That’s so good,” she cried.
James growled a little louder in response, because he couldn’t bring himself to pause for even the brief moment necessary to offer a word.
The few brief glances he’d cast upward revealed her pinching her nipples, and color rising in her cheeks. He could feel it in the sinuous movements of her body and the twitches of her nether lips. He could hear it in her voice. She was ascending her mountain. He latched onto her clit, sucked it hard, and assaulted it with his tongue, drawing out a long scream. She was close, and he couldn’t wait.
Memories of the night before inspired him, and he decided to see if what was good for the gander was also good for the gander’s best friend. Once again, he shifted slightly, allowing him to swirl the thumb of his other hand through her wetness below his lips.
“Oh god,” Amy cried out as his thumb moved down from her folds to her perineum. Her back arched and she yelped as he pressed it tight against the pucker of her back door.
He only managed a few tight circles of his thumb before she lurched and screamed in sweet surrender.
James rode her bucking hips, chasing her clit with his lips and her bottom with his thumb. The fingers curled inside her pussy he was able to keep in place despite the thrashing of her hips. Amy wailed and whimpered through her throes, giving him an urge to grin, but he was too busy trying to bring his tongue to bear on her quivering folds and swollen clit.
When her cries turned sharp and her breathing ragged, he relented to let her spiral down from her heights. After a few final teases, he lifted his lips from her folds, and rocked himself forward over her. Amy’s head was still lashing as she whimpered from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
He paused briefly to kiss both her breasts in turn, for which she rewarded him with deep, hard gasps. Then he continued his journey, planted one elbow on the mattress, and caressed her cheek with his other hand.
When her eyes fluttered open and she smiled, he moved in to taste her lips. Following her lead, they engaged in a long, surprisingly sweet kiss that was occasionally jostled by her jerking from a lingering aftershock.
“I need you,” she said as their lips parted. Her hips lifted, tickling him with the curls on her mound, and leaving no doubt where she needed him.
James pushed up, and then straightened over his knees. Her legs were already parted, but as he took aim, she lifted them, straightened them, and brought them together. She was still more than wet enough for him to sink easily inside her, despite the extra squeeze of her thighs.
Amy responded with a deep moan, and then wiggled her toes. “Have a thing for feet?” she asked.
“I love yours,” he answered.
Amy’s moan upon hearing that had a distinctive good answer quality to it. “Nobody’s ever kissed them before. I liked it.”
That was all he needed to hear. As he slowly rocked his hips and enjoyed the additional squeeze caused by her legs being pressed together, he grabbed her ankles and traced kisses over the soles of her feet. Amy moaned, whimpered, and once even giggled when he apparently tickled her.
After that giggle, he gave the sole of her left foot a long, broad-tongued lick. Her gasp and shudder encouraged him, so he swirled his tongue between her toes as he had earlier. Those digits curled amidst her releasing a quavering whimper, so he swiped his tongue under them, and she giggled again.
It was playful, and yet somehow strangely intimate as well. James moved back and forth between her soft, dainty feet with kisses and licks, and then decided to suck her right big toe. That caused all of the digits to curl again.
Her toes weren’t the only sign of her enjoyment, either. He could feel her walls constricting around his slowly thrusting erection as well. Amy parted her legs a scant inch or so – just enough to slip her fingers between them. She gasped from the touch, and then quickly circled her fingers over her swollen button.
Sensing that she needed more, James separated her ankles. Amy’s face lit up and she quickly bent her knees, helping him to lower her feet to the mattress. She nodded and whimpered, “Uh-huh,” as he adjusted his stance, then yelped on the first hard thrust.
Freed from the constraints of her thighs, Amy’s fingers went into a flurry between her legs. Her back arched and she grasped the sheets in a tight fist with her other hand. The smacks of their bodies colliding provided percussion beneath the soaring song of her whimpers. The beguiling quivers of her magnificent breasts drew his eyes, even as hers widened.
James thrust harder and faster, unconsciously reading the cues of her body and also obeying his own. The bedsprings creaked as he drove her ass down into the mattress over and over again.
“Just like that,” she cried as the color deepened in her face.
James ignored the first warning tickle in his loins and took her words to heart, maintaining exactly the same speed and power that was driving her toward a peak. He said, “Come for me.”
A couple dozen hard thrusts later, she cried, “Oh! I... I... I’m....” A wail stole her words, and then turned into a shriek as she succumbed to the blissful torment of her unleashed orgasm.
James growled as the throes of ecstasy consumed her. Her shrill screams quavered from the continuing onslaught of his cock slamming into her. She bucked beneath him and her hands clawed at the sheets. He found himself swept up in the swift current of her pleasure, and surrendered to it with glee. His pleasure soared with astounding speed until a thundering roar burst from his lips.
His hips bucked erratically as her tight young pussy milked his pulsing cock. He grunted like an animal as he filled her full. She thrashed and screamed beneath him from the waves of orgasm still crashing through her.
His chin dropped to his chest. His grip on her thighs was all that allowed him to remain upright after the last of his semen had oozed into her clinging canal. For a time, they were trapped in a vicious cycle of aftershocks triggered by his angrily throbbing erection and her clenching canal.
James had lost much of his steel by the time he had enough strength to pull free. They were both too hoarse from screaming to do more than croak from the shock of their uncoupling. He managed to turn and negotiate around her knee before falling to the bed beside her.
“God, I missed you,” Amy murmured.
His eyes shot open, and after a couple of seconds, his addled brain caught up. “I missed you too.”
“This weekend spoiled me.”
“I know,” he agreed.
“I don’t know how I’m going to make it through...” She trailed off when her phone let out a blaring tone. She let out a sad moan and covered her eyes with her hand. “No. Not already.”
“What is it?”
“I set an alarm.” She uncovered her eyes and said, “I should really be going to the bathroom right now so it’s not too late when I get back, but I don’t want to go.”
“I don’t want you to go, but I also don’t want you to be exhausted tomorrow. College is hard enough.” As much as it pained him to do so, he groaned as he sat up.
His legs were weak and wobbly as he walked around the bed, and then offered a hand to help her rise. After one last, sad moan, she took it, and allowed him to help her to her feet. Once there, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.
He needed no additional prompting to kiss her.
James warmed up the water in the shower while she peed, and then quickly washed at the sink while she did so in the shower. He ignored the temptation of her nudity as best he was able, though they were both caught in admiring glances more than once.
They were quiet by unspoken agreement as they dressed, as if talking might lead them into temptation and delay her leaving – as little as either of them wanted it.
She sighed as he gathered her up in his arms at the door and said, “This sucks.”
He nodded and smiled. “Go. Get some sleep. I’ll miss you.”
“If I can. I got too used to feeling you in bed beside me.”
“My bed feels empty too. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
Amy nodded, and then moved in for a kiss. They parted, and he opened the door. Amy held onto his hand until both their arms were completely stretched out before releasing it, and turning to walk to the elevator.
He watched her until she vanished inside the elevator, and only then did he slowly close his door.
It was going to be a torturous few days until he could spend some real time with her.
