“Amy is a lucky girl,” she said, as I walked out the door.
I sat in my room, terrified. I had definitely done something very wrong, and yet very exciting. But my feelings of guilt won out over the excitement. The memory of her nude body shuddering through climax after climax had my dick throbbing. I was too preoccupied to eat dinner, and I realized it was suddenly dark when I heard a tap on my window.
Startled, I headed to the balcony. My room had a balcony that faced Amy’s room. Between us was a massive oak tree. There, leaning over her balcony, was Amy, a few small twigs in her hand.
“Hey,” she whispered. “I thought you’d be here when I got home. What’s up?”
“Just hanging out,” I said nonchalantly.
“Can I come over?” she asked.
I nodded, and expected her to disappear and head downstairs. I looked at the clock and realized it was midnight.
Instead of heading downstairs she suddenly climbed out of her window and onto a thick branch of the tree. I looked alarmed but she just grinned. She deftly crossed two more branches and then dropped quietly onto my balcony.
“Well, that was convenient,” she said with a grin as she slipped into my bedroom.
“So tomorrow my mom wants to have you over for dinner,” she said. I couldn’t read her expression but I was nervous I’d give something away at the mention of her mom’s name. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty for what I had done.
“Amy,” I said, but she put a finger to my lips. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say, but I had to say something. “Listen, Amy, I need to tell you something.”
“Me first,” she said. She had a seriousness in her eyes that I had never seen before.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about last night, what happened. I didn’t think things would go that far. I’m not like that, you know? I had never had those kinds of urges before. I don’t know, something kind of, kind of unlocked inside me.”
She paused, her hand holding mine, and she smiled nervously before continuing, “I guess I am trying to say I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of slutty girl.”
“I don’t think that,” I said, gently squeezing her hand.
“Because I really like you,” she said. “I mean, I have never thought about letting someone do what I had you do. I would never have flashed you yesterday morning.”
“You knew?” I asked in surprise.
“Of course,” she said with a quiet laugh. I didn’t forget to wear anything under my shorts, it was intentional to see if you’d notice. Saying it out loud, I can’t believe I did that.”
“I don’t think you’re slutty,” I said. “I can’t believe I bring that out in you. To be honest, it’s kind of cool. And I really like you, Amy. I mean, after last night I was wondering where we stood, and I was so relieved when you introduced me as your boyfriend.”
“I thought that was a nice way to remove any ambiguity,” she said with a grin. I used to fantasize that you’d call me up on a date.”
“I used to fantasize that I’d be able to see a glimpse of you changing through my window,” I said.
She laughed quietly, then said. “If I had known you were trying to see, I’d have left the curtains open,” she said. “Maybe from now on I will.”
“But I want to tell you something,” I said, suddenly feeling an urge to confess.
“Tell me later,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. “All this talk about how horny you make me is making me horny.” She laughed, and so did I.
My desire to tell her about her mom was slowly losing out to my desire for her. She kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth, as she pressed herself close to me and we fell back on the bed. Any attempts to tell her what was happening with her mom were gone now, as I ran my hand up under her shirt and over her bare br*#st.
“Oh, god,” she whispered, pressing herself against me. We kissed for a while, and then she sat up, deftly running a hand under the waistband of my shorts.