Amy's Night

About a month later, I noticed that Amy and I were seeing a little
less of each other. She had become rather secretive and distant, but I
was sure she wasn't cheating on me. She was just sowing some of her
own oats. Well, one night we were out to dinner and I decided it was
time to lay it all out for her. It was probably because in the entire
time she had those leather pants, she wore them around me once, maybe
twice.
"We need to talk," I said. "What's the story here, Amy? Do you want to
break it off or something?"
"Why are you saying this," she said angrily, another trait very unlike
Amy.
"Well, you're always out running around until all hours of the morning
and you never have time for us anymore." She sat there silently,
fumbling with her knife. "Any particular reason you don't wear those
pants around me?"

She shrugged and said a soft, "Not really." 
"Well, you don't know what I'm going through," I added. She looked at
me and said, "What does that mean?"
"Forget it." 
"No, what does that mean," she asked sincerely. "I want to know." 
"No, you really don't." 
"Tell me. Please?" she said softly. 
"Amy, you have no idea what these pants have done for me. The thoughts
I'm having..."
"About us having sex," she said. "I know." 
"No Amy, that's not it. I'm having thoughts about..." 
"What?" 
"About watching you with other guys," I said quietly. Her face turned
red and she sipped her wine.
"Why," she asked. 
I explained the entire events of my masturbatory fantasies to her as
best I could. I told her of the times when I'd be in the rest room at
work pissing in the urinal and some guy would come up to piss next to
me and I'd be peeking at his dick, imagining her lips around it if he
was hung.
Amy continued to sip her wine, then set the glass down and said, "And
this turns you on?"
I looked at her, seeking out some semblance of interest in her eyes.
Yes, sometimes it really does."
She nodded and looked at me and smiled. "Are you really serious?" 
"Are you?" 

Suddenly, Amy stood up and said, "I can't do that, and it's over
between us. I can't believe you'd want me to do that. I'm not your
personal whore that you can pass around like candy."
She left me there feeling like a pervert. 
A week later, Erica stopped by my place and said she wanted to pick up
a few of Amy's things. I let her in and she was really sweet. She said
that Amy was upset, but not in the usual sense.
"What does that mean," I asked. 

"Well, I know what you asked her to do, and I don't want to feel
embarrassed about it. I'm not going to judge you. But Amy told me that
she loves wearing those pants because she likes turning guys on, so
she's just as bad and has no room to talk."
"Yeah, but no one asked her to give blowjobs out like candy, and I
did," I replied, disgusted with myself.
"Well, let me tell you something," Erica replied, "she thinks it's a
sexy idea, but she's petrified to try it."
"What do you think?" 
"Truthfully," she said, "I told her to try it. After all, it's only
head. Plus, I don't think she knows how to give blowjobs at all."
"Oh well," I said. "It's all over now." 
Erica kissed me on the cheek and said, "Hang in there." 

A few days after, Amy called and asked if we could talk. I said fine,
but I was still quite embarrassed. When she showed up, she was very
quiet for the first ten minutes. We finally sat down and Amy then
said, "Why would you want to see me do that?"
"I don't know," I replied. "I just thought of it when I saw you in
those pants that first night you went out in them. I'm sorry if I
offended you or anything. You know I love you with all of my heart,
right?"
She smiled a little and said, "Well, I'm willing to try it once, but
only once, and I'm not having intercourse."
"Are you sure? You don't have to..." 
"I said I'd try it ONE TIME!" 
"Fine," I said. "But I wouldn't even know where to begin with this.
It's new to me, and we have to be careful, you know?"
"Well," she said shyly, "I know someone who might be okay." I asked
her who she had in mind, and she said it was a "friend that she met
through Erica."
My suspicions began to surface, and I considered the entire thing
better left to fantasy, but suddenly my raging horniness took over and
I agreed to her terms.
We were to meet Dave at Erica's a week later. It was the toughest week
I've ever endured. My emotions were up and down on whether I should
call it all off or give in to fantasy. It was my understanding that
Dave was aware of our plan and was all for it (I'm sure). Erica also
knew of our little fun fest, and she was very cool with it.

On Friday night, I arrived at around 7:30 and was the first one to
arrive. Erica and I sat around and talked until Dave showed up around
eight. He was a muscular guy with genuine model looks. He seemed
friendly enough, and that threw me off even more. We talked about
baseball and music until Amy made her incredible entrance around 8:15.

She had on those tight leather pants, a white shirt and some sexy
pumps. I remember a time when Amy said she couldn't wear heels or
pumps because of bad arches from point dancing, but she was looking
good in them now. Dave smiled and looked her over intently, then got
up and hugged her.
"Love that outfit, babe," he said. Then he kissed her lightly on her
lips. She quickly looked over at me with a guilty pleasure-look, but I
showed no sign of anything but horniness. I began envisioning Dave's
penis sliding into her mouth, Amy's lips like two pillows over the
head and shaft. My cock was growing rigid as I tried to think of the
right words to initiate an exit from Erica's so we could get back to
my place. Dave beat me to it.
"Well, what's to do," he asked. 
"We can go to my place and hang out," I suggested. 

"Sounds good," he replied, catching a perfect glimpse of Amy's shiny
ass reflecting the light as she stood by the sink getting a glass of
water. Her every curve was perfectly formed, and Dave was liking what
he was seeing.
"Well, let's go," I said. 

We decided to let Dave leave his car by Erica's and drive him back to
it later. Hell, we didn't even know if he'd be going home that night.
I offered him a ride with me; I thought it would be a good chance for
us to talk. We drove for the first couple of minutes in silence, then
Dave said, "So how long have you two been together?" When I told him
three years he smiled. "She's a hot one, man. real sexy and slender."
I thanked him and said, "It should be interesting." He laughed and
agreed.
We were at my apartment for a little over half and hour when the
sexual tension was overflowing. I was sporting a hard-on since Amy
walked into Erica's, and it was aching! Dave excused himself to the
bathroom and Amy whispered, "How the hell do we do this? I feel so
stupid."
"I'll leave the room for a bit, then you guys can just go from there,"
I said. "He's hot for you anyway, so don't worry about looking dumb."
Amy smiled. "Did he say that?" 
"Sure did. He loves the pants too," I said.