Constant Surprises (Wrong Numbers Series) (9 page)

Amie again gave him a
smile. Then moistening her lips, she asked, “Did you fuck so hard that she
screamed or did you go nice and slow with her?”

His eyes were a
combination of shock and embarrassment. Amie never flinched. “Well, nice and
slow or hard and deep?”

“Hard and deep. I
fucked her hard and deep.”

“Was she screaming your
name while you fucked her, Roy?”

“Yes, she was. Every
time I thrust into her, she screamed.”

“So, let me ask you
something else…did she ever get on top?” With the stealth of a cheetah, Amie
straddled his lap and pushed him back against the couch. “Like this? Did you
let her ride you while you held onto her hips?” Grabbing his hands she put them
on her hips. The entire time her expression never changed.

He was so hard, she
thought. His cock pressing against her slit and the tight grip of his fingers
on her jeans made her wet. “Can I ask you something, Roy?”

“You’ve been asking me
questions already, what’s one more.”

Amie laughed. “Would
you do me a favor, Roy?”

He nodded, moving in
closer to her face. So close he rubbed her cheek against his. She was relishing
the heat he projected as well as the smell of Ivory soap mixed with his
maleness. “Roy, I want you to cum for me right now by listening to my voice.
Only my voice. I can feel how hard your manhood is as it tries to escape from
your pants. This Marcie girl you fucked must have been really good. Close your
eyes, Roy, I want you to think about her. Did you bend her over and take her
from behind?” Amie moved over when his cock started pulsing between her legs.
Even though the feeling was good, she didn’t want to get herself too hot and
fuck him on their first night together. No, she wasn’t about that. She was more
into playing the game.

Slowly, she watched him
close his eyes, a deep sigh turned into a faint whimper. Very low and sensually
she began to speak. “Was she black or white, Roy?”

“She was black, black
with a luscious ass.” His breathing grew ragged.

“I bet she was a great
fuck, Roy. My God, you’re so hard. She must have been an amazing fuck. How many
times did you dive into that pussy of hers?” His grip on her hips grew even
tighter. His eyes half closed, his cock jutting up from underneath his pajama
pants. Amie looked down running her finger along the waistband. She pulled down
his waistband and his freed cock popped up to attention. She almost creamed her
panties when she saw how huge he was; this was something she had always dreamed
of, looking at Roy’s cock up close and personal. He was gorgeous, she thought,
so thick and long with a nice yummy tip that was as purple as his balls must
have been from her asking him all these questions.

“After you fucked her
that one time, Roy, did you fuck her again?”

“Yes.”

“When did you fuck
her?”

“When me and her
boyfriend got her together before I came home yesterday.”

The little horny devil
she thought, a crooked smile came across her lips. She grabbed hold of his
engorged cock with a tight grip. Roy opened his eyes wider. “Holy shit, Amie!”

“Am I hurting you,
darling?” She started to rub him, running her thumb up and down his shaft. “I
so want to hear more about this ménage a
trois
of
yours.”

 
“No, you’re not hurting me at all. God, keep
doing what you’re doing, baby. I’m going to cum soon.” His hips moved up along
with her technique of stroking.

“Rest your hands on the
couch, Roy, take them off my hips and put them on the side of the couch.”

He did just what she
asked as her hand continued pumping his cock. His head rested against the
couch. He started saying things Amie couldn’t understand, it sounded more like
a moan. The muscles in his neck strained completely.

“One more question, my
sweet Roy,” Amie said stroking him hard and fast; his cock twitched in her
hand.

“Anything, just don’t
stop, Amie!” he pleaded.

“Did you think about
fucking me when you fucked Marcie?”

With a last upward
motion of her hand, she jumped off his lap. She observed his body lurch up.
Moans choked in his throat as thick shots of cum jetted out from him. His
fingers gripped the sides of the couch so hard they almost went through into
the stuffing. More and more cum flowed out of him. He moaned her name, “Amie,
oh God, Amie!”

Amie stood there for a
brief moment.
God he is a sight to behold.
She walked into the kitchen
to collect her things. She noticed Roy was slowly calming down. His breathing
was still labored as he watched her with confusion on his face. She went to the
door and without looking back she said, “See you tomorrow, Roy.”

Chapter Five

Roy was trying his best
to catch his breath as well as his thoughts. What in the world just happened?
He tried to get up, but his thighs were not letting him. Hearing her truck
leaving, Roy cursed himself to hell and back trying to get his thighs and legs
to work. He started to spasm even more, his cock twitching in search of Amie.

Collecting what bit of
energy he had left, he made it to the bathroom. After retaking a shower and
putting on a clean pair of pajama pants as well as cleaning up, he plopped down
on his back in bed. Looking over at the phone, he had to call his brother.

“Hello?” Steven said.
Roy could hear the clanking of pots and clicking of dishes in the background.

“Hey, what’s up?” asked
Roy breathing heavily still.

“Doing fine, bro, just
finished eating dinner. What’s wrong you sound out of breath over there? Did
you and Amie get together tonight?” Steven said.

Roy rubbed his eyes in
frustration. “I wish I could tell you that, bro, but no, we didn’t get together
like that but…I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“She’s changed, Steven,
I don’t know what it is, but man, has she changed from who we knew. I never
thought she would do what she did to me just a little while ago.”

Steven was intrigued to
find out what she had done. “Well, spill the beans!”

“She came over with
dinner and dessert for two. We ate together and it seemed like everything was
good. We walked it off outside, went to the barn. I showed her the horses then
we walked back to the house and talked some more on the porch. Things were
going just great. I was happy to find out about her finding her birth mother
and all. Then we went back inside for dessert, which was that caramel brownie
sundae she used to make.”

“Oh my God! No way!
Damn, I miss those things.”

“Then afterwards we sat
on the couch talking about when I was doing construction work, but that’s when
it started getting freaky as hell.”

“How freaky? Spill,
bro.”

“Too freaky for words,
my friend, I don’t know what in the world was going on. I was telling her about
the last girl I was with before I left Chicago. She wanted to know every
detail. I mean every detail. She asked me every little question like…did I fuck
her hard and fast, did she swallow, did she scream my name while I fucked her.”

It got quiet on Steven’s
end for a moment then Roy heard him say, “Well, did she?”

Roy started laughing.
“That is for my ears and thoughts alone, brother. If you know me so well, then
you should figure out the answer. Amie got me so fucking hard it was
unbelievable then she got me off just as hard.”

“So what’s the problem?
Did you get with her after?”

“No, that’s the thing.
After she got me off, she got her things together, walked to the door and said
she would see me tomorrow,” Roy said, still in disbelief over the whole ordeal.

“That is wild and cold
as hell.” Steven chuckled. Roy could tell he was having fun at his expense. “So
what about tomorrow, is she coming over to your place again?”

“Yeah, for dinner
again. I asked her if could she bring me dinner for the rest of the week.”

“Then I would get to
the bottom of what happened tonight,” Steven told his brother. “But, I do have
one question for you, what the hell did she do that got you off so hard?”

Roy laughed. “I
honestly don’t even know for sure. She just used her thumb somehow and wow!”

“Wow?”

“Wow and whoa!”

“Damn, that’s insane.
I’m going to have to get Sandy to ask her what she did so she can teach it to
her then.”

Roy started laughing
even harder as he hung up. He turned off the light, lying on the bed, looking
up at the ceiling. He was still thinking of what had happened earlier. What the
hell would happen tomorrow night?

* * * *

Amie had invited Sandy
down to the farmer’s market to pick up fresh produce for her dinner with Roy.
She could tell by the way Sandy was smiling and trying not to say something
there was something she wanted to say—badly. “What is it, woman? You look like
you’re about to pop if you don’t tell me what’s on your mind?” Amie laughed,
picking up some tomatoes and checking for bruises.

“I have to know what in
the world you did to get Roy off so hard? Before you ask, Roy called Steven and
told him everything that happened last night. He was completely floored,” Sandy
said.

Amie couldn’t believe
it had gotten back to Steven.

“Did he tell him everything?”
Amie asked wide-eyed. Sandy nodded. Amie shook her head again. “Lord, have
mercy, Jesus. Let’s just say I learned it a long time ago on my travels.”

“Well, you must teach
me how the hell you did it. Steven is even more intrigued than I am…of course.”
Sandy grabbed a zucchini from a large pile. “This one is about the right size.”
She handed it to Amie. “Show me.”

Amie laughed taking the
vegetable from Sandy’s hand. She held the zucchini as if it was a cock and
showed her the technique. “It’s all in how much pressure you put on your thumb
along his shaft. The more pressure you put on this particular spot…about here,
well, the more mind blowing the results are.”

One of the older ladies
watching the lesson from the other side of the zucchini bin started to turn a
bright shade of pink. Amie and Sandy erupted in laughter.

“Oh my God, how
embarrassing was that?” Sandy said wiping her eyes. “What are you going to fix
him for dinner tonight?”

“Something light
tonight. Fish tacos sound yum and I’ll make some lime sorbet.”

“Why, hello there,
Sandy,” said a voice from behind. They turned around to find Susan standing
there with a basket hooked on her arm.

“My goodness, is that
you, Amie? You haven’t changed a bit. How are things in Atlanta?” she asked.

“Doing really great.
The mayor came and visited the place a couple of weeks ago.”

“The mayor. That’s
great! Everybody is so proud of you here in town. Did you know Roy came back
home?”

Pointing to Sandy,
Susan smiled. “Yeah, I figured Sandy would have told you he was home. I went by
his place last night to see how he was doing. We talked for a long time up
until he got too tired and we decided to hit the sack together.”

Lord, she hadn’t
changed a bit, Amie thought. Still the same shit starter Susan who thought she
could get over on Amie. Times had changed and she couldn’t wait to bring it up
in her smart ass face. Amie glanced at Sandy who was rolling her eyes and
sighing loudly.

“Really? That’s
interesting, because I went over to his place last night, too, with an entire
dinner and dessert. We spent the whole night, eating dinner, laughing and
reconnecting. Are you sure you slept with him last night? When I left him, he
was out of it completely,” Amie said.

Susan’s face screwed up
with fury. Sandy put a hand over her mouth, slightly stifling a laugh. Amie
remained calm as she continued, “Listen, I know what the fuck you are trying to
do. Trying to one up me because you think I still care and love Roy. We are
both grown ass women and I stopped playing childish ass mind games years ago.
But if you want to do that to me this week, I am so game for it. While you may
think you can try to one up me, I’m sorry, sweetheart, there is no way I will
ever let your sorry white trash ass get to me―ever. I suggest you stop or
you’ll find yourself face first in the tomato cart over there.” Her face was
cold and callus.

“See you later, Sandy,”
said Susan.

She walked away quickly
leaving Sandy in awe at her friend’s tenacity and strong willingness to stand
up for herself. Putting her hand up for a high five, Amie smiled and gave one
back to her. They both laughed and hugged each other. “Come on, help me find a
good onion,” Amie said while they walked through the crowd of people.

 
After Amie dropped Sandy at home, she decided
to pay Mrs. Fulton a surprise visit.

“Amie Brown, get your
butt in here young lady,” Agnes said with a smile. She gave Amie a huge hug as
soon as she stepped through the door. “You look amazing! Come in, I was just
about to make some lemonade.” Both ladies walked to the kitchen. Agnes got
another glass while Amie sat down on the stool. “How’s the café doing?”