Amy's Smile Ch. 05

I stopped her with another kiss. So Amy read porn. No wonder she was curious. I just hoped she realized that multiple orgasms and 11-inch cocks aren't as common in real life as they are on ASSM.

She sighed and snuggled in closer. I deepened the kiss as my hands moved down to the hem of her sweater. Then I reached under it and stroked the smooth skin of her back. She was so tiny. I'd never been with anyone who felt so fragile in my arms. I began to worry about crushed pelvic bones and broken ribs. Once again I might have tried to back down, but Amy distracted me by breaking off the kiss and stepping back, magically shedding her sweater as she did so.

Her bra was pink, the same shade as her sweater, but instead of angora it was made of lace. I could see dark, rosy nipples through the sheer fabric and my cock immediately became a pointer to show my hands were he thought they should go. I obediently obeyed and reached out and cupped one small, perfectly formed breast and was pleased to find it fit into my hand just the way I liked it. My thumb moved to stroke lightly against the nub and Amy shivered.

I reluctantly pulled my hand back and twisted my arms to lift my own shirt over my head. Then I started to undo my belt, but at that point Amy shook her head.

"What?" I asked thinking if she was going to change her mind now, I'd have to take a long cold shower, like for maybe a week.

"Can I do that?"

"You want to finish undressing me?"

Thank God. I've never cared much for cold showers.

"Unless you don't want me to?"

I raised my arms in surrender. "Be my guest."

Amy inched forward until she could reach my buckle. It took her a few tries, mainly because of the nibbles I was making on her neck. They tickled and kept distracting her. Eventually, though she managed and slid the leather out of its loops. Then her hands were unsnapping the button on my jeans.

"Careful," I warned gently and then I took her hand in mine and guided it down over the lump under my zipper to show her why caution was necessary.

She looked at me with huge eyes as she got the message. Gently she pulled down the zipper, working it over the bulge of my hard-on. I groaned as my cock finally started to escape the tight space it had been forced into. Amy misunderstood and jumped back.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It feels great," I assured her.

"I just don't want to do anything wrong."

I took her face in my hands, "Peanut, trust me, you can't do anything wrong."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," she muttered.

I laughed softly and kissed the tip of her nose. "There's an old saying, - 'The worst sex I ever had was still better than the best anything else I've ever done.'"

She frowned. "That doesn't exactly make me feel better," but she went back to working on getting my pants off anyway.

Eventually she succeeded and my jeans slid low on my hips giving her a good view of my underpants. Oh shit, when I'd gotten dressed I hadn't been planning on a show and tell with Amy, or anyone else for that matter. I was just going for clean, not sexy. There was silence as she looked at what she'd revealed.

"Charlie?"

"My grandpa gave them to me last Christmas," I mumbled. "He's a little weird since he had that stroke a couple of years ago."

"Uh huh," Amy replied, still looking at my briefs as if she couldn't believe them.

Not that I blamed her. I mean, how often does anybody see underwear featuring an upside down squirrel with his cheeks stuffed full of nuts and under it the saying, "IT'S ALL IN HERE". Thank God I'd at least had the sense to rip off the fuzzy tail that had been sewn onto the waistband.

The staring went on a little too long and my cock started to droop from the scrutiny. Amy finally drew in a long breath and reached for the elastic on the pants. That got little Charlie's attention and he jumped back up to give the usual salute he reserved for women and porn films. Amy bit her lip, but brave girl that she was, she didn't falter and the squirrel disappeared into the folds of the material as she slid the briefs and my jeans over my ass until gravity took over and they fell to a pile at my ankles.

"Oh, thank God!" She whispered.

"Oh," I said modestly. "It's really not that big."

"No, it's not, is it?"

I frowned. This wasn't the comeback I'd expected. "Well, it's not that small either."

She looked up and smiled. I wasn't sure I liked that smile.

"Oh, I didn't mean anything," she explained. "It's just that you always read about guys with these huge ones and then Miriam had suggested that I go buy a cucumber to, you know, but when I looked at them, they were so enormous I didn't think... So I bought zucchini instead, but I was so worried," she looked down again. "It's smaller than the cucumbers."

"Maybe a little," I agreed reluctantly.

"A lot smaller."

"What the hell kind of cucumbers are we talking about here, Italian?"

"No, just regular cucumbers," she smiled again, encouragingly this time. I still didn't like it. "But it is bigger than the zucchini."

That was something, I guess.

"Okay, my turn."

I didn't wait for a response; I just reached around her and unsnapped her bra. Amy gasped and then shivered as I gently slid my hands to the straps and eased them off her shoulders. The momentum I'd started continued and the bra slipped off. Amy watched as I took in the gentle swells that started high on her chest and ended in small deep pink nipples that puckered immediately from the cold, and I hoped, lust.

"Okay?" She asked shyly.

I admit, for a moment I was tempted to go with a discussion about grapefruit and lemons, but I'm not a petty man. Besides, citrus wasn't nearly as exciting as the luscious flesh I was looking at.

"Perfect."

After that, I kicked away my pants and hopped out of my socks, which caused her to clamp a hand over her mouth to stop from giggling at the impromptu dance my cock decided to put on. Then I turned my attention back to her. It didn't take me a minute to finish stripping her and the result was anything but disappointing.

Amy was perfect. I hadn't been lying. She was thin, true, and her frame was tiny, but everything was there and in the right places. I couldn't believe I'd ever thought she had a bony ass. It was plump and round and my mouth just ached to take a bite of it. All in all, Amy was just about, well perfect. Just to make sure I ran my hands over her torso. Yup, perfect.

"Shouldn't we get into the bed now?" She interrupted my Braille imitation.

Since all we had to do to accomplish this was to sit down, we were done in a second. Amy slid over to the center of the bed and I followed.

"Charlie? Can I touch you?"

If she didn't, I thought, it was going to be a long night. "Peanut, I'm yours."

She looked at me so seriously, I was afraid I'd blown it. But then she smiled her beautiful smile and leaned over and kissed me.

I'd have been happy to keep on with that, at least for a while, but Amy had other plans. She sat up on her knees and looked at me like she was starving and had just stumbled into an all night diner. Tentatively, her hand reached out until her fingers could stroke the small patch of fur on my chest. I twisted a little in response.

"Is that okay?" She asked.

"I told you before," I responded, my voice suddenly husky. "It's all good."

She nodded, apparently satisfied I was telling the truth. She stroked my pelt for a few minutes then suddenly seemed to get interested in the small arrow of hair that led to the Promised Land. But instead of using her hand, she bent down and started to trace the path with her tongue. I moaned in encouragement, though to be honest, she didn't really seem to need any. And some people think reading porn is bad for you.

Slowly Amy continued down my chest and belly. I grabbed the sheet that was bunched under my hips and fisted it. It was taking all my will power not to take her in my arms and do a little exploring of my own. But I'd told her she could lead the way and I wasn't about to go back on my word. Especially when it was causing me such sweet torture.

There was a break in the activity. Even though my head was flat on the mattress and I wasn't actually looking at where she was, I knew that she'd gotten to the... er..., heart of the matter. Her warm breath made me break out in chills and although I didn't expect my little explorer to head any farther into uncharted territory, I was pleased she'd made it that far.

Then something warm and wet and oh -so -soft touched the tip of my cock. My head shot up and I watched amazed as Amy gently licked my helmet with her small pink tongue.

"Oh Jesus," I whispered. "Don't stop."

She did though. But only to replace her mouth with fingers that lightly traced up and down the sides of my rod, making me gasp. Then carefully, she gripped me firmly and slid her hand up and down on my shaft. And suddenly I forgot that Amy had never done any of this before. Hell, it sure didn't seem to matter to my body.

"Ungh!" I've always been eloquent in bed.

"What?" Amy stopped. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Peanut," I gasped, "you have got learn how to read me better. Like, when I moan and my eyes roll back in my head, that means I'm having a good time."

She giggled. "Okay, I think I got it now. Unless you scream and jump off the bed I should just keep on going?"

"Even then," I corrected her. "Especially then."

But Amy wasn't listening. She was back to blowing warm puffs of air on Little Charlie (I have got to come up with a new nickname for that much-maligned appendage to my body).

At any rate, I wasn't going to think about that now. I wasn't going to be thinking about much if Amy kept on the way she was. And she did keep on. First she went back to stroking me, making my hips wriggle and my chest heave. Then she traced the same path as her hands with her tongue.

This was good and bad. Good because, well do I really have to go into that? And bad, because I was beginning to run out of will power and it was becoming increasing clear that unless Amy was trying for the '"pearl necklace"' effect that she'd undoubtedly read about in her quest for knowledge, we were going to have to take a break. I was just about to tell her this when she slid about half of my cock into that wet little furnace she called a mouth. And then she kept on going.

At that point I lost the power of speech. That can happen when your brain melts. Amy seemed to take this as a good sign, though, and proceeded to suck and lick my cock like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. Honestly, her enthusiasm was extraordinary and I was beginning to think I needed to make a big donation to whatever Net sites she'd been reading that had encouraged this kind of behavior.

But like I'd mentioned before, time was quickly running out. And as I'd never been able to shake my gentlemanly upbringing no matter how much I regretted it; I made a last ditch effort at remembering how to talk so I could warn her.

"Peanut, sweetheart," I was babbling, but you tell me you could do any better. "You, you have to stop. I'm a, I'm going to... Oh shit, baby..."

Just in case Amy was too naïve to understand, a fact that was entirely possible, I reached down and tried to gently pry her face and its brilliantly talented mouth away from my crotch. Amy, however, didn't seem to want to let go. She shook her head slowly, which didn't make matters any easier as that just made the sensations even better.

I fell back, trying desperately to think of my Great Aunt Dort and that six-foot hair that grew out of her chin, but even that wasn't helping. Then Amy finished me off, literally. In a move that would have made a porn star cry with envy, she twirled her tongue around my corona and sucked. Hard.

"Awwwww shiiiiittttt!!!!" I managed to get out just before the first blast pumped into her greedy little mouth.

I have to give her credit. She was a real trouper. She never batted an eyelash. At least I don't think so; I was really in no condition to notice. What I do know is that when it was over and I managed to focus my eyes again, she was sitting there looking exactly like the cat who'd eaten the canary. Or eaten something anyway.

She smiled at me shyly. If you'd just walked in you'd never know a minute before she'd been doing a great impression of as sex starved vacuum cleaner. And then it dawned on me, you really wouldn't know, which could only mean...

"You swallowed!" I whispered hoarsely.

Okay, so that may not sound like that big a deal, but let's face it, except in the stories I keep referring to, swallowing is not all that common. At least not with the women I know. And even those I've known who have taken the stance that all protein is good for you, had a tendency to look like they just got a dose of castor oil after they've done the deed. Not Amy, she even looked happy about her snack.

"Of course," she said calmly. And then confirming my suspicions, she licked her lips. "I didn't think it was bad tasting at all."

"But you swallowed!" My brain was getting a little more oxygen then it had been a few minutes ago, but it was still busy sorting out it's wounded and the dead that had so nobly given their lives for my orgasm, and it wasn't processing up to speed yet.

"Charlie, what else was I supposed to do?" She looked at me with those big beautiful eyes and I realized this was not a rhetorical question.

"I don't know," I searched my data banks for past experiences. "Back off, spit it out."

Those sweet eyes of hers clouded.

"But don't think I didn't love it," I said hastily backtracking. "It was wonderful, it's just that most women don't really like to do that so it was kind of a surprise." She still looked unhappy so I pulled her up to me and sighed as she snuggled into my arms. I leaned down and kissed her deeply to prove that I wasn't disgusted. "But a pleasant surprise."

"I'm glad," she murmured from the vicinity of my armpit. "I just figured that would be least messy way to handle things."

For the first time, I began to be thankful that Amy was a neat freak. "You know," I began lazily. "Woody Allen said that sex wasn't messy unless you did it right."

"Maybe so," she agreed reluctantly. "But I'll bet he doesn't do his own laundry."

She had a point. Besides I wasn't about to discourage her from continuing her new and delightful habit. Not, I realized with a pang, that I was probably going to be on the receiving end of it for much longer.

That thought depressed me, but then again, I thought, I was here now, at least for tonight. Maybe I couldn't convince Amy that I was the man for her, but I was damn sure going to try. And even if I didn't succeed, I was pretty sure I could make this an experience she'd never forget.

Amy apparently was thinking along the same lines herself. Well similar, but not exactly the same.

"Are you sleepy now?" She asked in her sweet and now, not -so- innocent voice.

"What?" If that was all she was ready to do I was going to be a very disappointed guy.

"Well, you did, er, come and I know that in those stories they say guys can do it again in like five minutes, but the textbooks don't agree and they even say a lot of guys only can climax once."

"They were wrong."

"I don't know, they were right about..." She stopped and bit her lip.

"Size," I finished for her, then I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at her. "Amy do you really believe for one moment, that I'd have let you do that if I'd believed I wouldn't be able to return the favor and make love to you?"

"Sex," she stated flatly. "Have sex, not make love."

"Okay, whatever," I was little annoyed that she'd felt the need to make the distinction.

"I mean," she continued relentlessly. "I wouldn't want you to worry that I didn't know the difference."

"I got it," I shot back.

"Good."

This was not going the way I'd planned. "Look, let's get back on track here." I kissed her nose and watched her wary little face relax. "I'll admit that I may need a little more um, down time then five minutes."

Amy smiled at the bad joke and relaxed further into my arms. I decided to push my luck. For some reason, most women don't seem to enjoy a good pun as much as a guy does.

"But give me twenty minutes and things should be looking up," I wiggled my eyebrows.

"Oh God, Charlie," Amy groaned. "That was awful."

See what I mean? Women just don't appreciate true wit.

"So," she continued, "do you want to take a little nap or something?"

"What do I look like? An eighty year old man?" I protested. "Peanut, I may be temporarily disabled, but I'm not dead. I'm pretty sure I can think of something to occupy us while we wait for my resurrection."

Amy started to giggle, but I stopped her by applying my lips to hers. This time the kiss was long and passionate and when I was done, she wasn't even smiling. In fact, I was pleased to note she looked dazed, her lips red and swollen her eyes dreamy.

"Oh wow." Now it was her turn to use that verb and it thrilled me to hear it.

Another thing that made me happy was the fact that my cock had taken notice of the start of Round Two and it was beginning to look like my twenty -minute boast was actually going to come true.

"So tell me," I whispered. "In those stories you read, what comes next?"

"Huh?" Amy seemed to be having a hard time focusing on my words. "Oh, uh, you know."

She was right, I did. I figured I knew my way around the Internet as well as any red-blooded American guy my age. More if you remember my cache of porn at work. But I wanted to hear her say it. Hell, who am I kidding here? I wanted her to scream it out - beg me. I should have known by now that Amy never did what I wanted her to do.

"Um, Charlie?" She skootched her way out from underneath me and took a deep breath. "Can we maybe just skip that part?"

"You're kidding, right?" I sat up and looked at her in shock.

For those of you who have never read your standard porn story, and I'm sure there are some of you out there, though I don't know anyone like that personally, there is a basic format to the genre:

First, there is the seduction. This usually takes about 5 sentences. You're so hot, let's fuck! Then the two (or more) protagonists head to the bedroom or fall on the floor or slam each other up against a wall. Take me now, you hot stud you! And they try and suck out each other's tonsils for a while. Her slippery love muscle tickled my uvula. After that they magically strip. Her clothes seemed to melt from her body. Then, without breaking their lip lock, the female side of the partnership then slides down to suck the male's cock. She slid my turgid member into her fiery furnace of a mouth. Once that deed is done. Oh baby, yes! Suck that dick! And the poor woman's face is dripping with a gallon or so's worth of semen, it is time to move on to stage three.

Now for my money this is where it's always gotten interesting. Because now the guy gets to get into the act and do a little tasting of his own. But here was Amy telling me she wanted to skip my favorite part. Okay, one of my favorite parts. The little spoilsport was looking at me now and I could tell the next words out of her mouth were not going to be good news.

"Would you mind very much, cause..." She searched for the words. "I don't know, that always just sort of struck me as weird."

Weird? - This from the girl who has two copies of Manos, the Hands of Fate, and swallows cum because it's neater?

"But Peanut," I protested using what I thought was faultless logic, "you did it to me, and this time your part is just to lie back and enjoy it."

She shook her head and for the first time since we'd started this little adventure, and blushed. "I'd feel too self-conscious."

Ah, now I got it. There is a reason most of us don't have a mirror attached to our ceilings.