Ahhh… So you have all come back looking for part two of my little Amanda adventure have you??
Well I decided not to write it today… Instead I bring you a of henna tattoos…
Yeah, I didn’t believe me either…
Amanda and I jumped in her car and headed for her apartment. I was nervous and excited and… Hell I was horny! Screw the movie, I could download it later anyway…
What was a five minute drive on the way there suddenly felt like an eternity on the way back. We hit every stop light. Got stuck behind every Granny driver that lived in a three mile radius of her place. Finally we pulled into the driveway at her place.
She looked at me a little concerned. My car wasn’t the only one in her driveway and her roommate wasn’t due to be home for another two days.
We walked inside her place and knew we were in trouble. Her roommate was indeed home. And from the looks of things, in a foul mood. Her stuff was all over the living room floor and we could hear her slamming cupboards in the kitchen.
I looked at Amanda, “Is she always like this?” I inquired.
“No. This is a first… Usually she’s the one telling me to pick up my things.”
Amanda went ahead. I couldn’t hear their conversation but a few minutes later Amanda came back and asked if I wanted to go to her room.
“Everything alright?” I asked peering over her shoulder to the woman still rummaging around in the kitchen.
“Yeah, she’s just caught a little bug.”
And that’s when we heard it; her roommate suddenly gaged and went running for the bathroom. The toilet bowl clanged open. That was all it took before we were running for the door.
“So, your place?” She asked.
She had never been inside my place. Thankfully I wasn’t one to hang a lot of pictures (I’m lazy, sue me!) so I didn’t have to worry about her walking in and seeing a wedding photo starring her in the face. But Mark was home. His clothes and things might be spread about the house.
I attempted to nonchalantly text Mark an urgent, Oh My God INCOMING message… But how does one nonchalantly panic?
I do NOT have that talent.
The entire drive to my place I was praying that Mark had gotten my text. What if he hadn’t? How the hell was I going to explain this to her? I couldn’t even begin to come up with an excuse that would save face and still let me get into her pants.
And yet,… Home, here we come…
My heart was pounding as we drove up to my place.
I didn’t see anyone in the windows. I guessed that was a good start.
And then I remembered, Offspring! He was home! Where would Mark go? He couldn’t leave, if Offspring was already in bed…
Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!
Please, please, please have gotten my message… Oh fuck Mark… Ready or not…
I opened the door nervously…
The interior of my home was quiet and dimly lit by the light of a lone lamp in the corner.
Excellent, maybe she won’t see anything in the dark!
Suddenly I heard someone moving up stairs. The toilet flushed and I heard footsteps on the stairs.
Bang, bang, bang… Came the footsteps…
And bang, bang, bang…went my heart…
Mark took the corner suddenly and almost walked into us. He immediately froze. He looked horrified. He must have also been worrying about the state of our room because he looked back up the stairs in a panic.
Fuck! That meant his things were all over our room! What the hell was I going to do??!
“Umm,.. Hi. I’m Amanda.”
Fuck! Why hadn’t I said anything? I was such a moron!!
“Umm, hi,” Mark said.
“This is Mark,” I said quickly, trying to act at least part way normal.
“He was… Watching offspring tonight while we were out.”
Yes!! He’s the babysitter! Yes! Fuck I’m a genius!!
Mark’s eyes went wide. I could tell he was not impressed with the idea of leaving the house in the middle of the night on such short notice, but I figured if anything it was a little bit of karma.
“Thank you so much for watching him tonight, I really appreciate it.”
With one hurtle down I was starting to once again feel like this was going to happen tonight. All I had to do was get Mark to take the hint to leave.
Man my life was complicated..
“No problem,” he said finally playing along. “Do you need..anything..else, Bec?”
Why the hell was he acting so strange??
“No, I think we’re fine.”
“Ok,… I just need to go to the bathroom before I go.”
“Didn’t I just hear the toilet flush?”
“Thanks again, Mark. You were a life saver tonight. Have a good night!”
And with that I steered Mark for the door. He’d forgive me once I told him the story of all the great sex I had tonight, right? Besides it’s not like he wasn’t going along with it. He just seemed worried about Amanda seeing something upstairs.
Maybe if I could sneak upstairs first…
The door clicked shut. “So, where were we?” Amanda turned to me with a smile.
I felt butterflies stir in my stomach. I leaned in in the darkness and kissed her.
“Let me just go straighten up,” I said. “I wasn’t expecting company.”
“Oh I don’t care!” And she grabbed my hand and took to the stairs. “Which one is it?”
“At the end…”
I held my breath.
We walked into my dimly lit bedroom. There was nothing immediately visible. Thank god!
She stopped at the foot of my bed and turned toward me. I stepped into her, my hand sliding through her hair and gently pulling her head toward mine. “Think you can remember where we left off?”
“I’m sure I’ll figure it out,” she whispered.
Her lips met mine. It was such a soft touch. A whiff of vanilla, and the smooth, gentle lips of another massaging my own. Her hands raked over my skin, running through my hair. Her nails gently digging into my skin as she ran her fingers down my back.
Her fingers stopped on the hem of my skirt, ran around my waist and began to fiddle with the button holding it up. I took the opportunity to run my hands up under her shirt and pulled her a little closer to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Again.
The button unhooked, she squatted as she slid the skirt down my legs.
Fuuuck,… She was kneeling in front of me…
Still on her knees she slid her hands up the back of my legs. “We need to get rid of a few of these layers…” She hooked her fingers under the hem of my skirt and began to tug them down my legs.
Deep breath as they went over my thighs, calves, to the ground… A twinge of excitement, a wetness that had grown between my legs all night, begging to be …
“You should lay down,” and she coaxed me over toward the bed.
I sat down before my legs gave way.
She was still between my legs, squatting on the ground as she smiled up at me. Her hand slowly running up the inside of my leg. My heart was pounding in my ears now. I couldn’t slow it down. But oh how I wanted this.
She raised herself off the ground slowly, then put one hand on the bed beside me for balance as she leaned in to kiss me. She pushed forward and we crawled up higher on my bed. When she stopped, her right knee was planted firmly between my legs, her arms to either side of me.
“We need to get this off,” and she began tugging at my shirt. It landed on my floor. My bra followed immediately after.
I ran my hands up under her shirt again, intending to take it off but she immediately stopped my hands.
“Uh un,” she whispered. “Tonight is just about you,”
Oh my god…
She gently pushed her thigh between my legs, adding pressure to my already sensitive and engorged pussy.
Oh my God!
Her lips found mine again as her hands ran hungrily over my body. Awakening my naked flesh. I pushed my tongue between her parted lips, swirling it around her own, desperate for her to repeat what she had done on the beach. All the while, almost as if it was a subconscious thrust of the hips, she gently pulsed her knee into my waiting and eager pussy.
Except she didn’t tease. She didn’t swirl her wet fingers around my nipple. Instead she began to kiss down the side of my neck. Despite myself I moaned at her touch.
Although I couldn’t see her, I heard her pause a moment to smile. Then her kisses continued on down my chest. Her tongue leaving a trail down over my breast. She stopped short.
She looked up at me and smiled again. Her right hand found my breast, she cupped it in her hand, and without breaking my gaze began to rub her thumb gently around my nipple.
Finally I broke her gaze. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
Mother fucking tease!
And then her lips enveloped my hard nipples. She sucked them into her wet, waiting mouth and as she did she pulsed her knee hard into me. I moaned. This time I didn’t even try to keep it in.
I didn’t think it was possible but I was growing wetter by the minute. She moved in time with my body, through the gasps and moans; the rise and fall of my already sweat soaked chest. It wasn’t long though before she decided to move on. Moans were fun, but screams were better.
Her hand went first. Her fingers once again tracing over my surface of my pussy.
“Mmmm….You are so wet,” she whispered.
Her forefinger brushed my clit and I had to stop myself from jumping. I was still growing wetter, the excitement between my legs mounting. I was so engorged I was beginning to think at the slightest touch I would come, and come squirting.
Her fingers began to trace tiny circles over my clit. The pressure inside me was building, I wanted her. Fuck… I wasn’t above begging her.
My hips rose and fell ever so slightly with each touch.
Suddenly her fingers left my clit. They probed the opening of my pussy. She slid them in just as suddenly. I heard myself gasp as she pushed the fingers deeper into me, pushing against me, rubbing against the already sensitive walls. As she did, she lowered her head. Her lips met my right hip. Her fingers and kisses started working in time together, as she made her way over my pelvis…
Oh god, oh god, oh god… Yes!
I needed to know what that tongue could do.
She began to lick, teasingly down over the inside of my thigh, back up across and down the other thigh. Teasing. She watched as I squirmed desperate for more.
I moaned loudly. I didn’t care about holding it in.
Fuck that, she could hear how good it felt.
I heard something skitter across the floor in my bathroom, and I stopped short. I sat up for a moment wondering what that was. Offspring was fast asleep, and the only entrance to my ensuite bathroom was through my bedroom door.
For a moment I wondered if I was hearing things, or if it was Mark outside in the hall echoing in. That’s when I actually felt my heart stop and the blood seize up in my veins.
What if Offspring had gotten out of bed? What if HE walked in on…
I shot out of bed.
“It’s fine, I just thought I heard….”
I walked into the bathroom and froze.
There was someone in the shadows of my bathroom.
There was a woman in the shadows in my bathroom.
There was a strange, fucking woman in my bathroom?
Suddenly my mind clicked into gear, the missing pieces coming together to make one hell of a fucking, messed up puzzle. This was Kim.
Unbeknownst to me, when I had gone out with Amanda today, Mark had apparently made last minute plans with Kim. Then Amanda when Amanda and I had arrived home, unexpectedly, she had hid in the only place she could.
My fucking bathroom.
My fucking bathroom?!
And now I was standing face to face with the woman my husband was doing, naked, with my girlfriend who didn’t know I was married sitting in the other room.
This had to be a joke. A horrible, awful, stupid, fucking joke! Pinch me. Mother fucking pinch me. This is a sitcom plot not real life. This had to be a dream! I was fucking dreaming, right??!
“Everything alright?” Amanda called.
Fuck, guess not…
“Uh, yeah… I just thought I heard something…” I said quickly retracing my steps out of the bathroom. The last thing I needed was for her to walk in and see this strange girl in my bathroom.
Fuck! What would she think???
“Ok, well… I think we were just getting to the good part,” she said once again leading me toward the bed.
The GOOD part?!?! Oooooohhh fuuuck no! Not with my husband’s girlfriend sitting 6 feet away!! Heeelllll nooo… Hhheeellll…. Well, would it be so… No, Becca. No! Heeeelll no!
I knew I had to get rid of her and fast, I just didn’t know how.
I stopped short at the foot of the bed. My mind was racing. I couldn’t think of anything!
“What?” She asked a little concerned. “Did you hear something again?”
“Yes!” I said almost too triumphantly. “I did. I heard something. I think it might be Offspring…wait here.”
Oh my god I was going down as the worst mother in the world!
I tied a robe around me quickly and made for my child’s bedroom.
He was fast asleep, but I had to act quickly if I was going to keep Amanda from going in the bathroom or from staying too long.
I’m so sorry!!
I picked up my sleeping child in my arms, waking him from his sleep. Upon being woken up he let out a loud cry of protest.
Thank you, kid!
I continued to pick him up and carried him into the other room where Amanda was waiting.
“Somebody woke up,” I said not anywhere near as apologetically as I wanted to sound. “I…I think he isn’t feeling well. From the sounds of things this is going to be a long night. Can I ask for a rain check?”
I blurted it all out not wanting to give her any time to try to convince me into letting her stay. I needed her to go. I needed her to go Now!
I managed to usher her out the door even faster than I had Mark, having a half sleeping child in my arms helped. Once she was gone I placed Offspring back in his bed and thanked the powers that be that he was a good sleeper.
As I laid his head back down on the pillow a thought occurred to me…
Well, at least I wasn’t the only one who had their plans for sex cancelled!
I walked back into my room, off to deal with the mistress….