Amy swallowed the wine and turned to the girls with a drunken smile. She glanced at the video camera and squinted.
“Is that shit on? Because I am not repeating this story—it’s like Santa—it only comes once year…” Amy drawled. Torrie stood up unsteadily and pranced her way to the camera and checked.
Trish and Stephanie giggled. Trish spoke first. “She said cum…” The two girls giggled.
Drea looked at Elizabeth with an eyebrow worth of the Rock.
“This is going to be very interesting…” Drea muttered.
Amy chugged some more of her wine and gave a small hiccup.
“My first time with Jay…” she began but was interrupted by Stephanie.
“Well don’t you sound like a virgin!” Stephanie shrieked.
Amy snorted. “Well yeah—but anyway, it was back when we had already been dating for two months…”
Elizabeth reached over and prodded Drea for the wine, who handed it to her, her gaze not leaving her sister.
“Well, see Jay and I were fighting over that match where I put him in a hurricarana off the ladder—I told him it was my job but he kept saying that I should haven’t done it because his neck was bothering him and should have spoken to Vince…”
“Look Reso—I am tired of hearing you bitch and whine about the fucking move! It was my job—Jesus!“ Amy snapped at her boyfriend.
“I am tired of hearing that it was your job! You know what, it seems that all you do now is talk about your job! It seems to me that you care more for your job than you do for me! I don’t think I can be with someone who cares more about their job and putting on a good show than someone they care for!”
“Oh are you threatening to break up with me?” Amy asked. She slammed her sneakers on the ground as she took them off. “Go ahead…I dare you. I don’t need you and your complaints about what I do and not do—I get enough of that from Vince!”
‘Damn—Drea was right—The Dumas girls don’t have the greatest luck with men…’ Amy’s eyes burned with tears at that thought.
“You dare me?! Fine! It’s over between us Amy—at least we broke up before any of us became too attached!” Jay snapped.
Pain sliced through the two of them. He really didn’t mean that—but he was angry. Amy on the other hand, was already attached to him. He really was an adorable goof—and he already had her heart.
Amy looked up at him with a crestfallen face and then narrowed her eyes. “Get out” she whispered.
He gave her a huff but made no sudden move.
“Get out Jay—please—give me that much…” she said a little more forcefully.
He gave her a long look over before sighing and leaving. ‘What the fuck just happened?’ he wondered. All he knew that his heart ached.
A week later, Amy sat in her hotel room on the phone with her sister, explaining the whole situation.
“Drea, I know! Ugh…it hurts so much. He was so different from the rest of them—yes that doesn’t excuse him—yes I know he was a prick—oh Drea—it’s as if he’s my—“. She was interrupted by a knock on the door.
“Hold on…someone is at my door,” she said before she got up. She looked through the peephole and saw Jay, looking at his feet. He was rubbing his left foot with his right.
She sighed and opened the door, eyes narrowed. “Yes?”
He looked up quickly and gave her a small smile. “Um can we talk?”
“Not right now, I am busy…” she lied. ‘Asswipe, tell Drea you’ll call her back and invite him in!’ her mind chided her. And with that said, she closed the door.
She was about to sit back on the bed, when there was another knock. Amy smiled though frustrated. “Um, Drea? Yeah, I’ll call you back—it’s Jay…yeah…no! Whatever, chickadee, tell Liz I said hi and that Adam’s pestering me too damn much. Bye”.
She got up and opened it again. “What Jay?”
He was on his knees. “I am sorry Ames…really I never meant for it to go this way….” He said sadly.
Amy opened the door wider. “Jay just by telling me you’re sorry doesn’t make it OK. You hurt me…so much…” she sighed. He followed her into the room and closed the door. She noticed he had a big bag with him that seemed awfully heavy.
“I know just saying sorry doesn’t fix anything. Look I was wrong for saying that your job was more important than your loved ones and for calling you a bitch…” he said.
“You never called me a bitch…” she said confused.
“Um, I called you a bitch in front of Chris…” he said sheepishly.
Amy rolled her eyes. “Look Jay—“
“Most importantly I am wrong for breaking up with you. You’re not like anyone I have met before…you’re different—but in a good way. We were friends first—and I think that is why when I broke up with you, I felt as if there was an empty void in my heart. I am falling madly in love with you and I can’t stop it. I don’t want it to stop. Amy, please forgive me…”
Amy was in shock, her heart was pounding so hard, she thought it might pop out of her body.
“I…I…oh…wow…” she began, unsure of what to say.
“Don’t say anything just yet. I want to do something for you first…” he said and with that said, he took out a radio and plugged it in.
“Jay…” Amy began but he just silenced her and gave her a wink.
He put in a CD and pressed play. Before she knew it, her room was filled with the smooth voice of Marvin Gaye and his infamous song “Let’s Get It On”.
She sat back on her bed and pulled her legs up to her chin and tried not to laugh and Jay began to sing along—off key. He slowly began to strip his clothes off. He jumped on her bed and standing over her, he unbuttoned his shirt.
He took slowly opened it and only let her catch a glimpse of a nipple. She cracked up laughing as he took off his shirt and began to whip his shirt around his head like a cowboy, only when he let go of it, he let it out with such force it sort of knocked the lamp over.
Amy quickly put the lamp back while laughing. She had tears in her eyes as he jumped off the bed and wiggled out of his jeans. He let the jeans pool at his feet as he did a DX crotch chop. He started dancing and wiggled his butt in a circle—only as he finished his circle; he fell in a big heap.
Amy leaped from her spot to see if he was OK but he just jumped right back up after muttering an ow.
She giggled as he took off his jeans and began to dance in his socks and his navy boxers.
She stood up and began to dance with him, rocking her hips to slow beat. She finally stopped him as he did another butt wiggle and kissed him hungrily, her hands threading though his hair.
They fell on the bed, kissing and roaming. She sat on top of him and peeled off her striped tank top. As she leaned down to kiss him again, she knew she had missed this. She missed him. She missed his smile, his kisses—everything—he was her goofball.
He groaned as she began to suck on his neck. He trailed his fingers up her side and he began to unstrap her bra. She pulled back up and smiled as she slid it off. She cupped her breasts and he quickly removed them to engulf a peak into his mouth. He suckled on a nipple, causing her to arch her back in response. She had very sensitive nipples. He then returned the same favor to the other nipple.
“Oh, Jay…” she moaned softly. She pulled away for a brief second to take off her shorts and thong, before climbing back into his arms.
He pushed her back on the bed gently and began to lavish her with his tongue once more. He even left a nice hickey on her. As he nipped her breasts once more, he reached down to her thighs and gently pushed them apart. He knew she was wet and he grinned to himself as he inserted a finger into her.
“Ugh…Jason…” she moaned as he inserted another finger and she started an age-old rhythm against his hand.
“Come on Ames…cum for me…” he panted.
“No…don’t want…to. Not yet...not without you…” she said in between gasps.
“It’s OK…cum for me Amy” he cooed as he pumped his fingers a little faster.
“Oh shit! Yes! Oh God…” she shrieked as her vaginal walls came closing town on his fingers. She trembled as she began to relax from her orgasm.
She grinned lazily at him. “You got more of that?”
“Always, for you” he winked. She slowly got up and pushed him onto the bed. She helped him take off his boxers and winked at him. She kissed his body slowly, especially at the sides of his stomach. That was his weak spot—which she knew from her tickling him.
She got to his cock and wondered in false shock, “My, my is this all for me? Can I even—“
“Come on Ames…stop teasing...play nice..” he whimpered.
“You call that teasing—no this is teasing” she said. And with that said she proceeded to give him a long, slow lick and to his horror—pulled away.
“Aw, shit Amy! Please?” he whined.
“Only because you asked nicely!” she said and began to take him all in her mouth. To his surprise, she deep throated him and began to produce a nice steady rhythm of rising and falling on him.
He gasped in pleasure as she gave him a blowjob. He threaded his fingers through her vibrant red hair.
Amy was becoming even hornier and knew she needed to cum and knew that he needed to as well.
She surprised him by straddling him all of a sudden and impaling herself on his shaft.
“Dear Lord” she moaned as she began slowly rocking against him. He was moaning now as well as he gripped her hips to establish a rhythm.
“Come on baby” she cooed. “Make me cum…oh God, yes! Yes! Right—ooh!” Amy moaned and then squeaked in surprise as he flipped her over and took his place missionary style.
He pounded into her, both of them desperately trying to get off.
“Oh yes Amy! God you are sooo—ugh…” Jay was lost for words as he suddenly came. Amy followed a few moments later, covering her scream by sharing a passionate kiss with him.
The two lovers collapsed, out of breath. Jason, who was still inside her, clutched her closer.
“I love you Amy,” he said breathlessly.
“Dear God, I love you too Jay-Jay” she said with a smile.
Amy finished her tale with a small smile on her lips. “And to think the sex has become even more raunchier…damn…I think I’m wet…” she laughed.
Stephanie glanced at her. “Well, you aren’t the only one. That’s it…I’m calling Chris!” she said standing up, momentarily forgetting that she and Chris were supposed to hate each other.
“Oh no you don’t!” Drea and Trish said at the same time. They pulled her back down.
“If we’re not getting laid…you’re not getting laid!” spoke Torrie. “So sit your horny ass down…”
“I am sorry…but hearing about my sister sharing any type of bodily fluids with her man is really gross-something I really didn’t want to hear about…” spoke Drea with a shiver.
“Damn, that was hot though…funny as hell too…” spoke Elizabeth as she downed more Vodka.
“Well, you’ll get your turn soon enough…” spoke up Trish. “Remember fresh meat goes last—and believe us we do want to hear about your fantasies about a certain Canadian—and it sure as hell ain’t Irvine. But you’ll get your turn soon enough. Anyway, if you think that was hot—well then girls I guess we should call the boys—because my tale with Jeff will have you coming back for more for weeks…”
Drea looked at Stephanie who looked eager while Liz looked at Torrie who sent her a cheeky grin.
Amy smiled at herself. This was coming better than she hoped-no pun intended of course.
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