Amy's Smile Ch. 06

She focused on me again and I showed her the washcloth. Then I grinned when she started to blush furiously. I pushed the covers back and almost got to her waist before she made a grab for them.

"Don't," she whispered. "I can do it myself."

"Peanut," I grinned, "it's not like you have any secrets from me."

She colored even more and murmured so low I could barely hear her, "I bet you'd be surprised."

This, I realized, was one of those toilet seat up or down kind of things. You know, the real deal about what separates the sexes. Amy and I had just gotten done doing the wild thing. My reaction was to wander around her house buck-naked pretending I was king of this castle, while hers was to hide under the covers and make believe her born again modesty made any sense whatsoever. But she didn't resist me when I took hold of the quilt once more, and as my hand slid between her legs with the warm cloth she sighed appreciatively and gave in to the feeling. Gently I wiped her down and then flipped the cloth onto the edge of the wastebasket and crawled back under the covers.

Now it was my turn to shiver, naked might be fun, but it wasn't very warm and there was an ice storm still howling outside and rattling the windows. Amy pulled me towards her and soon had me toasty again. If my balls had had one drop of anything left in them I might have gotten some ideas, but after that last blast, I could tell it was going to take a lot longer than twenty minutes for me to be up to performance speed.

"I know you didn't mean it," Amy said softly.

"What's that Peanut?" I was suddenly so tired I could barely form the words. In fact, that nap Amy had suggested earlier sounded like a damn fine idea. I was just closing my eyes when her next words went through me like bolt of lightening.

"When you said you loved me."

When I said what?!

"I, I..."

"Well really it was more of a shout." Amy rose up on one elbow and looked me calmly in the face. "You don't remember it, do you? When you were, uh, coming, you yelled, I love you."

Shit. She was right of course. I didn't remember saying it. Oh, I remembered thinking it all right - over and over again - but I couldn't believe I'd actually lost my mind enough to actually have said, no yelled, the words out loud.

My first reaction, besides having my balls retract up into my stomach, was to lie. The problem was I couldn't think of one damn story that would even begin to explain away what I said and still keep us friends. Of course the truth was even worse.

Or was it? Why the hell shouldn't I tell Amy the truth? I had just as much right to be in love with her as anyone. More. I had, after all, gone shopping with her on a Saturday, to a mall, that had to count for something. So what if there was the possibility that she'd order me out of her bed, dig out a pair of Daddy's ice skates and send me on my merry way. It was going to happen sometime soon anyway. At least this way I'd know - for once at least - I'd been honest with the girl.

And I knew one other thing. After tonight, there was no way I was going to let her skip happily out of my arms and into Liam's, not without a fight anyway. So why not start swinging now while the element of surprise was still on my side.

I opened my mouth before I could chicken out, "Amy, I..."

"I know," she cut in as she smiled sweetly at me, "it was only sex. You just got carried away. I've heard it happens all the time. Honestly Charlie, I'm not an idiot. Heck, I wouldn't even want someone to really tell me they loved me under those circumstances. How could I ever believe them?"

Aw Jesus!

"But..."

"No," she put her hand to my mouth. "Let's not even discuss it. It's forgotten."

Well it was until she brought it up. Christ, talk about ruining a moment. Amy however seemed fine now. She settled back into my arms and sighed and as I watched, her eyes closed and her breathing slowed and regulated. Of course I was wide-awake.

How had I come to this? God, only six months ago I'd been this happy slob, satisfied with my life and the occasional Friday night blowjob from a big-boobed woman. Now I was head over heels in love with a flat-chested waif who used me as a practice dummy until the real man of her dreams wised up or broke her heart by finally marrying the boss's daughter. And the worst part of it was, I was encouraging her.

Amy sighed and snuggled closer. I wished I could have told her how much I'd meant it when I'd said those three little words, but she was right, an admission like that wasn't supposed to happen in the throes of orgasm. She'd never believe me if I'd told her it was the truth. There had to be a way though. Some way I could make her realize that I really did love her. Then all I'd have to do was convince her she felt the same way.

Well it could happen.