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Old 03-04-2018, 07:29 AM   #101
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"Yes I need it! I need you inside of me! Use me. Give it to me! Please Vic! Give me your cum!"

There was desperation in her voice, there was desperation in his loins as Vic grabbed Amelia's hips hard and thrust deep inside of her, all the way down to the root of his cock. The collision of his pelvis against her ass triggered the blissful release he had longed to feel.

"Oh GAAAAWWWWDDD! IIIIIMMMM CCCCUUUMMMMMMMIIIINNNNGGG!"

His rigid shaft pulsed two, three, four times sending multiple blasts of his hot creamy cum into her hungry cunt. Her velvet lined canal clutched his shaft in a vise like grip. It was only when she was sure every last drop of seed had been milked from him did she reluctantly release his cock from captivity.

For a moment, Vic lost sense of his surroundings. It was as if time had stood still and it wasn't until he became aware of their breathing, both of them panting like thirsty dogs, did he regain some sense of the present. The softest whisper of a moan escaped from Amelia's mouth as Vic began to withdraw his cock from inside her.

The sound was not unlike a vacuum seal being broken as he freed himself. Vic looked down at his slowly shrinking member, glistening with a coating of her liquid heat. Amelia collapsed on the bed, her legs spread wide open allowing Vic to see the thick dollop of his cum pooling at her entrance.

He took a moment as he stood at the foot of the bed to admire the figure lying prostrate in front of him. Her breathing returned to a normal pace, her upper torso slowly rising and falling in an even rhythm. That was the only sound that sliced into the library like silence that enveloped his bedroom. Vic made his way onto the bed and lay next to her.

When Amelia sensed his presence, she turned over and snuggled her body next to his. Instinctively, Vic placed his left arm around her and pulled her close. She rested her head on his chest and threw her left leg across his thigh. He could feel the damp heat from her dripping pussy as he gently stroked the her blond curls. Minutes later, they both fell into a deep, sated sleep.

The sound of Ernie's paws scratching at the bedroom door startled Vic from his slumber. Amelia was still sound asleep, her body curled up against his. After carefully disengaging their linked body parts, Vic got up, pulled on his sweatpants and tiptoed out of the room. Ernie was waiting for him by the back door, giving Vic a look that clearly told him he wasn't too thrilled with the female intruder. As Vic opened the door, he reached down and scratched behind his ears.

"Get use to it."

After Ernie ran out, Vic walked into the kitchen to make some coffee. He felt forty years younger, he could feel his cock start to tent beneath the cotton. Perhaps Amelia would find his head buried her legs when she woke up. That train of thought was disrupted by the distinctive chime of an IPhone. Vic looked to the counter where he usually recharged his overnight but it wasn't there. Then he saw Amelia's purse on the kitchen table, her phone sticking out of the side pocket.

Something told him not to look but the screen was clearly visible where he could see it without even moving the purse. He walked over and his mood quickly changed when he saw what was displayed on the screen. Three missed calls from Brooke, two in quick succession right around the time they were leaving the apartment and the last at 3 this morning. There were an equal amount of texts. The only one visible was "WTF!?!?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FFUUCCKK!" Vic whispered. He was sure Brooke's car wasn't there. But the curtains he saw moving. Did she see them? Did she see him kiss her roommate, who was almost 40 years her senior?

A sense of dread and panic quickly engulfed him. Where was his phone? Did she call or text him too? He remembered leaving it on the dashboard when he got out to help Amelia with her bag. It must still be there.

He ran into the garage and saw it on the backseat. How the fuck did it get there? With his hand shaking, he opened the door and picked it up. Before he could even look at the screen, he felt the phone vibrate. He turned it over, closed his eyes and hoped when he opened them whoever texted had the wrong number. No such luck.

"OMG Vic!!!!!!"

He stared at it thinking he could will the message to disappear. Then he heard the back door opening and the sound of Ernie's paws scampering across the kitchen floor. When he walked back into the kitchen he saw Amelia looking at her phone. He held his phone up for her to see.

"Amelia, I think we better sit down and talk."
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Old 03-10-2018, 06:38 PM   #102
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Amelia had woken slowly, curled and facing outward on the edge of the bed. Peering with sleepy eyes at an unfamiliar room, recollections of the night before slowly flooded back to her. Amelia smiled and stretched like a pleased cat before turning over to see Vic. Surprise registered, waking her fully, as she realized she was alone in the bed and the room.

Amelia sat up and pushed back the riotous tangle that was her hair. She sat still for a moment and just listened. Was that a door? Then Amelia remembered Vic's dog, Ernie. Rising, Amelia found her bag and quickly pulled herself together, donning shorts and a t-shirt and pulling her hair back in a messy blonde bun, before padding barefoot out of the bedroom.

The glow from her phone partly hanging out of her purse immediately caught Amelia's attention. She walked over to the table and pulled it out. There was already a sinking feeling in her stomach as she glanced at the screen. It was Brooke, and it wasn't good. Amelia clenched her jaw as a sudden swell of anger swept through her. How dare Brooke! How dare she text and try to call and attempt to ruin such a great night! She was NOT her mother! Amelia's hand trembled in fury as her phone lit up once again, and she considered smashing it on the floor.

Fortunately for her phone, Ernie entered the kitchen with Vic appearing right after him. Amelia glanced up, momentarily distracted from her sudden anger. Last night had been good. Her body warmed at just the sight of him. But he looked serious and was holding his own phone. Just like that, her anger was back.

"Amelia, I think we better sit down and talk."

"What about? Brooke?" Amelia waved her own phone at him. "She's being stupid. What did she say to you?" Her blue eyes blazed, and her voice was sharper than intended.
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Old 03-14-2018, 12:40 PM   #103
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"She's being stupid. What did she say to you?"

Vic was taken aback at the tone in Amelia's voice and the anger that oozed from her eyes like blood from an open wound. His first inclination was to say something to calm her but wisely he held his tongue. There was no doubt Brooke saw that kiss in the parking lot. Just as there was no doubt Brooke knew where it would lead. While it was pure speculation, Vic guessed those messages on her phone were admonishing her not to get in his car. Amelia was probably not so much upset at Brooke for being a bad friend but rather just another person telling her what to do.

Amelia stepped toward him to look at his phone. Nothing cryptic about the acronym and exclamation points she now saw. Brooke's astonishment and horror were clearly evident. Vic, a man she had trusted, trusted so much she introduced him to Amelia with full confidence that he would help her sort out her life not fuck it up.

Now a tinge of guilt came over him. He had never given Brooke even the slightest hint something like this might happen. She had been to his house at least a dozen times while working on her project. On the couple of occasions when his gaze may have lingered a bit on her ass in yoga pants or her tits when there was no bra underneath her tank top, it was Erica he thought of not her. Now that bond of trust they had may now have been irreparably damaged.

He felt bad but that was a fleeting sensation as he looked at Amelia staring at his phone. Her hair was a mess but she looked so fucking hot standing there; her long legs very much on display in those tiny shorts, her nipples pouting as they poked through the flimsy cotton t-shirt. Last night, in fact every night he had been with her, had been amazing. He wasn't strong enough to walk away from her. Even if he was, he couldn't or wouldn't.

But he didn't want to ruin Amelia's relationship with Brooke. In the scheme of things, Vic would be just a blip on her radar screen. Her relationship with Brooke was one that should last a lifetime.

"Look, Amelia, we need to fix this," he said as he waved his hand back and forth between them gesturing to make sure she understood what "this" was. "But I'm not sure how or where to start."

"I don't want to lose you but more importantly I don't want you to lose Brooke because of me. So please, tell me what I need to do to try to make this right between the two of you."
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Old 03-24-2018, 07:15 PM   #104
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Amelia looked up from Brooke's glaring text on Vic's phone to meet his eyes. Sparks of fire burned in the cool blue of Amelia's eyes, but the fire dimmed as Amelia looked into Vic's eyes and began to understand the depth of his concern. Drawing a deep breath, Amelia tried to consider what their relationship might look like to Brooke. Unfortunately, none of it looked good.

Amelia stepped back and looked back at Vic. "I don't think there's anything you can do," Amelia said. "I'm just going to have to talk to her. Maybe she'll understand." Amelia worried her lower lip with her teeth as she turned back to her own phone. "I don't know. But," Amelia's head lifted, and her voice grew fierce as she fixed her gaze on Vic. "You did not cause this."

Amelia moved back in front of Vic, pressing close and raising her hands to his shoulder then entwining them behind his neck. "You are no more the cause of this than I am. Brooke has always accepted my other boyfriends . . .uh, relationships." Amelia momentarily stumbled but caught herself and moved on. "This is no different. She should accept this one too. If she doesn't, this is on her. NOT us. NOT you."

Amelia pulled Vic's head down enough to crush her mouth to his. Her lips parted, and her tongue darted out to sweep past his lips and delve inside his mouth. She moved closer, pressing up against him, removing all space between them. Her passion rose as her tongue tangled with his, but reality intruded again by the tune of Vic's phone. There was no question who it would be.
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Old 04-22-2018, 09:36 AM   #105
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Vic had always prided himself with learning from his past mistakes, trying very hard, and for the most part successfully, not repeating them. However, he still had a hard time divorcing himself from his need to be a "fixer." Deep down inside he knew there were some things that he just couldn't make right. Yet somehow, he still felt a responsibility to try.

But everything Amelia just said was absolutely true. It wasn't Vic's obligation to repair any damage that his relationship with Amelia might cause between her and Brooke. If Brooke had a problem, it would be hers, not Amelia's or his. Amelia was with him because she wanted to be. As much as he wanted her from the very first time he saw her at Brooke's party, he was always careful not to be too aggressive, wanting to make sure she was a willing partner.

Any doubt he may have harbored about her desire to be with him was quickly erased with the lust fueled ferocity of her kiss. Her tongue attacked his mouth, deeply probing, begging for Vic's own passionate response. He reciprocated with fierceness, his tongue capturing hers as he began grinding his stiff cock against her.

The buzzing of his phone interrupted them. Vic reluctantly disengaged from Amelia. They both knew who was calling. He had every intention of facing this situation this morning, wanting to make it all better, having everyone be happy. This was his chance.

He wasn't sure how Amelia expected him to respond, but her words earlier reminded him to learn from his previous missteps. Instead of grabbing the phone, he grabbed Amelia's hand and led her down the hallway back into the bedroom. Once inside, he spun her around, took the bottom of her t-shirt and wrenched it up and over her head. Her nipples stood at attention as he pulled her close to him. Their mouths locked in combat as he backed Amelia up to the edge of the bed.

"You're right Amelia. Brooke will either accept us or not. It's not our problem."

Vic placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. As he knelt on the floor in front of her, he reached for the waistband of her shorts and ripped them off. Placing the back of his hands on the inside of her thighs just above her knees, Vic opened her up wide. Very wide.

Her pouting swollen labia were a bright pink, her juices glistening on those puffy lips like morning dew on a the petals of a rose. Vic extended his hands underneath the firm cheeks of her ass.

"The only thing I care about right now Amelia is how many times I can make you cum before I empty this load of jizz that's building in my balls deep inside your tight hungry cunt."

Vic pulled her pussy close to her face. Taking one last look at how beautiful it was, he drove his tongue into her sopping slit, greedily lapping her sweet succulent nectar, knowing he could never get enough of her.
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Old 04-22-2018, 11:35 PM   #106
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Amelia's eyes widened in surprise as Vic grasped her hand and headed down the hall, ignoring the sound of his phone. A smile curved her lips, and her heart beat a quick rhythm as she willingly followed him back toward the bedroom. Desire for him pumping through her veins.

She lifted her arms as he pulled the shirt over her head. God, how her nipples ached for his touch. She was lost to his kiss, in the way his mouth moved over hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and met every demand of his lips with one of her own.

The edge of the bed caught her by surprise. A soft gasp escaped as Vic pushed her back. Her blue eyes widened as he knelt on the floor. Instinctively, she lifted her hips as he pulled away her shorts. Amelia raised herself up on her elbows to see him as he spread her legs wide, opening the most intimate part of her to his view. The sight brought a fresh wave of desire pooling there at his point of interest. She could hardly keep from squirming, feeling his fingers tighten on her ass.

"Oh my god, Vic," was the only response Amelia had to his words. At the first touch of his tongue, Amelia fell back against the mattress. Her hands clutched at the sheets, twisting them in her fingers. Her hips tried to rise up to him. Her very core throbbed with each flick of his tongue. The muscles of her cunt bore down, attempting to grasp and hold him. The muscles of her legs quivered with tension. "Oh, Vic, please!" Amelia soon found herself begging as she flooded his tongue.
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Old 04-28-2018, 10:23 AM   #107
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A gasp escaped from Amelia's mouth as Vic swiped his tongue up the slippery interior of her silky folds until it came to rest on her swollen clit. Using his fingers to coax the pearly white button out of its hiding place, he placed his mouth directly above it and gently exhaled a jet of hot breath on it. Amelia's gasp turned into a desperate plea.

"Oh, Vic, please."

His tongue gladly granted her wish as it danced on the exposed hardened nub until her entire body vibrated as it exploded in wave after wave of unleashed orgasmic relief. Vic wanted to continue to pay homage to the beautiful treasure that her splayed legs offered him, but his own need to cum was overwhelming.

As he rose from his knees, he caught Amelia looking at his fully erect cock, its engorged head shining with a coating of precum. She slid down to the edge of the bed, her pussy inches from his throbbing shaft. Vic leaned forward and Amelia instinctively threw her legs over his shoulders as all six inches of his manhood disappeared into her hungry cunt.

The room was filled with their moans of pure lust with each thrust. It wasn't long before he announced his orgasm as Amelia's pussy locked onto his pulsing member and milked every last drop of cum from him.

With their wanton need fully sated, Vic withdrew his semi-erect cock from her, took her hands in his and pulled her up. He enveloped her and kissed her deeply. Their mouths latched onto each other in a display of pure passion.

Reluctantly, he broke it off and suggested they get cleaned up. Vic said he would take the guest bathroom and while Amelia could use the master. As she turned away from him, Vic couldn't resist giving her ass a quick playful spank.

After his shower and shave, Vic returned to his bedroom for a change of clothes. The sound of a hair dryer greeted him as he dressed. Knowing Amelia might be a while, he padded down the hallway to the kitchen to make some coffee.

While he searched his cupboard for some kcups, he questioned his judgement on slapping Amelia's ass. Was it too much too soon? It was obvious they had made a sexual connection. What just happened this morning seemed like a carefully choreographed dance, their movements perfectly in sync without a word spoken between them. But was she ready for Vic to introduce her to his own sexual proclivities?

So far, she had seemed to enjoy their brief forays into some of those. The name calling, making her cum in public, putting her on display at Sutters, these were all just warm-ups to all the things Vic wanted to introduce to her. Things he and Erica did.

He didn't notice a reaction, good or bad, from Amelia after his spank. It certainly wasn't hard, he was never into inflicting pain or humiliation, but it was evident that slap was more than a gentle pat. He decided not to press it, instead wait to see if Amelia mentioned it.

The intermittent buzzing of his phone interrupted Vic's train of thought. He approached the counter apprehensively knowing full well another message from Brooke awaited him. It was his plan to address this earlier but Amelia was just too much of a temptation. He allowed himself a laugh since some time would have to elapse before his cock would get hard again. With more sex to distract them off the table, he and Amelia needed to resolve the Brooke issue.

As expected, another missed call from Brooke. But there was also a voice mall from Kyle Vernon from the Refugee Relocation Center. He had left a message a couple days ago and Vic was certain he was calling to get some info on Amelia. Kyle would be interviewing Amelia since she would be reporting directly to him. Vic knew that his name sounded familiar but he just couldn't place it right now.

After listening to Kyle's message, Vic had no problem remembering who he was. He stared at his phone as if he were in a trance. The sound of Amelia's footsteps entering the kitchen snapped him back to the present. They needed to talk. Amelia needed to make things right with Brooke and Vic needed to tell her the whole story about Erica.
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Old 05-02-2018, 10:24 PM   #108
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"Earth to Vic," Amelia said with a laugh as she slid onto a barstool at the kitchen counter. "That looks like your serious face."

Amelia tilted her head, studying him. She was drawn to him--well, obviously, but there was more than that. She should have realized it sooner, but it hit her rather suddenly as she sat there across from him, noticing the way the morning light streaming through the window highlighted the silver in his hair, the fine character lines in his face, and the warm depth of his eyes that pulled her in and made her want to trust him. She also found she wanted to cheer him, pull him from whatever thoughts had turned him so serious. Last night and again this morning had been wonderful and amazing and good. She felt fresh and new. Of course, that may have been the result of the shower. Still, she felt light and happy this morning, and she wanted him to share in the happiness of it.

Amelia leaned forward. A lock of hair fell in her face, and she tucked it back behind her ear. "Is it Brooke? She'll be fine. It might take some time, but I'm sure she'll come around." Amelia gave him her most winning smile.
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