Anal Amy

For the past few weeks, I've been looking but seem to be finding all the wrong guys. I've found some jerks, some guys that have put me to sleep, guys that make it easy to find reasons to stop calling them.

I've had a few chances to go home with guys, but I didn't and that kind of surprised me. I've been so horny, there's been nights when I've been trying to do homework when I can't concentrate. And I just haven't been in a mood to masturbate. Self-satisfaction can be fun, but there's times when I need someone else to satisfy me.

But, I'm kind of surprised who I went home with last night. Blake and I have been friends since the very begining of our Freshman year. We sat next to each other in some classes and he became a guy that would listen to my problems etc. He's cute, sweet but I never found myself sexually attracted to him. Part of that was probably the girlfriend he was always talking about.

I used to always seem him out at the bars. He was great because he always seemed to know when I needed to be saved or someone to talk to. But he also knew when to leave when I found someone intersting. And more than a few times, I did go with him or he went home with me. But it was always very innocent. He was a great cuddle buddy. He always held me tight, made me feel warm and secure.

We've always flirted, but things have been a little different the past couple of weeks. He's broken up with his girlfriend and the flirting was a little more sexual, a little more naughty but still very much on the friend level.

Last night, we went to a bar with a bunch of my friends and his. But somehow we pretty much ended up alone in the crowd. We were flirting a little more than usual. I'll blame the alcohol - but neither of us were drunk. I was horny and I think he was to.

It was a little too crowded, we couldn't even get to the bar so he suggested we go to another bar. I told him I was a little too tired. He made the joke, that maybe we should go back to my apartment. (That wasn't his exact words and I wish I could remember what they were because they were actually pretty witty but with a sexual tone.)

We walked back to my apartment, gosiping about something, complaining about the crowd but it had a different feel then any of other walks home from the bars.

I was actually a little nervous, things were a little awkard when we entered my apartment. We stopped talking, we walked through the apartment and to my bedroom - but he stopped at my doorway. He stood there until, I whipspered for him to join me on the bed.

I think he was nervous too, we sat on the edge of my bed not saying anything for a minute, then we kissed. And that's when things got hot. I was filled with lust, passion and emotion instantly. We laid down on my bed without letting go of each other. Our mouths were locked, our hands gently exploring each other while our legs wrapped together.

We just made out for an hour at least. I was sweating. I loved his smell. His hands didn't even touch me anywhere forbidden, it was almost like he was afriad of crossing that line. But I wanted him to cross that line and then some so, I was really relived when he said "I want you." I was kind of worried he wasn't going to make a move. Normally, I would've made a move but this wasn't a normal fling.

In silence, we started to take off our clothes. I felt a little cold when I was completly naked and I felt like he was staring at me even in the dark. But he knew exactly how to warm me up. He kissed me. Starting at my shoulders, working all across my body. When he reached one of my nipples, I couldn't take it as he sucked on it. I moaned just a little. But he said, he was going to make me moan a lot more. He kissed my stomach, he kissed my thighs, he licked between my legs. His ex-girlfriend must have taught him well. He went down on me, like a guy much older than him. His tongue and soft lips had me orgasming.

I climaxed, but I wanted more. I literally pulled him on top of me. I felt his hard cock pressing against me. Then he entered me. He pushed into me and I spread my legs for him.

We both looked at each other. Even in the dark, his eyes told me that he couldn't believe he was inside of me. And we just stayed like that for a few minutes, softly kissing, with his hard cock deep in me. Then I begged him to fuck me. He was gentle the first few thrusts, then he fucked me hard, shaking my body, shaking my bed. I rolled my hips with each of his movements. We moved together. It felt amazing feeling his cock slide through my lips, filling me. I held on tightly to his back.

I moaned with each of his thrusts. He started to grunt. His thrusts became harder. Quicker. Then he slowed down, to catch his breath. We stopped for a minute to just kiss. Then his hands found mine, our fingers wrapped together and he fucked me again. His thrust grew harder, building to his orgasm. Then he moaned, his cock stopped deep inside of me, throbbing as it exploded.

He whispered something about it being amazing. I told him that I really needed that. We stayed like that for a few minutes, until he finally got off of me. I laid down in his arms, like I had done several times before. The only difference is that this time we were naked and I was still breathing hard.

The next morning, we had sex again. But it was like the magic was gone. He fucked me just as hard as the night before, but it didn't feel the same. It was just like were fucking to get off. And it even felt a little dirty, and a lot awkward when he came.

After that the awkwardness completly set in. Even after what had just happened, I felt weird being naked in front of him. He made an excuse about having to leave. And tonight, he said he was just going to stay in to do homework. Trust me that isn't like him at all.

Anyways, it's time for me to get back to some paper. However, I'm looking forward to another night soon when we can try to create that feeling again. I'm almost certain this won't be just a one night stand. I think he'd be the perfect fuck buddy, but I think emotions would get in the way.