Amy's Adventures Ch. 01

Amy's Adventures Ch. 01

Author's note: This story picks up the events immediately following chapter 9 of the series 'Would You Like To?' from the Mind Control section. I will do my best to make this a standalone story, but there will be references to previous events that might make no sense without the context provided in that series. I have tried my best to give explanations where that is relevant to this story. While there is no mind control in this series, there will be occasional references to prior events from the above series, from Amy's point-of-view.

Brief synopsis, for context: The previous night, Amy, a star athlete at the local university gymnastics team, went through her initiation ceremony for the local Sigma Kappa Tau-sorority, an exclusive females-only sorority. During the evening, she hooked up with Richard Bradley, also an athlete, whom she has had a good eye for since his recent break-up. Same as pretty much every other female on campus, single or not.

Amy woke slowly, her senses muddled by last night's whirlwind of impressions and emotions.

And alcohol, let's not forget the alcohol.

She had a momentary stab of panic when the room was completely unfamiliar, but calmed as she noticed the Kappa Sigma Tau crest on a white piece of fabric. Wherever it was, she was in the sorority house, in one of the bedrooms.

The events of the previous nights began filtering back to her.

The initiation.

That heady mix of humiliation and exhilaration at walking around all but naked, and the acceptance after passing the final trial.

And the celebration.

And Richard!

How could she have gotten that muddled up? She and Richard had gone upstairs to finish the photoshoot with Jack, and then Jack had left, and they...

Amy's mind blanked for a second as she relived that epic orgasm, a thrumming as if her entire body was taut as a guitar string, vibrating like had someone had strummed it.

That Richard had strummed.

Richard, the handsomest guy around, except, perhaps for his older brother, as if a TikTok star like him would notice a young woman like her.

No, Richard would do very well, in fact, he already had, judging by the pleasant lethargy she still felt.

Amy let her hands slide along her naked body as she slowly awakened fully. Stroking her firm breasts, sensitive and quite responsive nipples, and down her stomach to that small patch of neatly trimmed hair.

To no great surprise, she found her lips swollen and wet, her fingers easily slipping inside herself. In fact, it was surprisingly wet and sticky, more so than usual in the morning.

She brought her hand up to her face and smelled herself before tasting that tangy, slightly acidic flavor that was her own.

Today, though, it tasted different.

Muskier, somehow.

Amy sat bolt upright as she remembered everything.

Richard had been inside her during that epic orgasm. Trapped under her powerful gymnast legs as she shook and vibrated, his lovely cock twitching and pumping inside her. He had had no way to pull out of her.

A second wave of momentary panic hit her when her memories stopped. There was nothing after that orgasm, no more memories. Had she simply passed out? There had certainly been enough tension that got released.

Hopeful, yet dreading what she would see, Amy looked behind her, towards the other side of the bed.

And there he was. Sleeping peacefully, his handsome face completely relaxed.

Amy sank down on her pillow carefully, afraid of disturbing the serenity of the moment.

He had stayed.

Did this mean they were together now? Dared she hope he would choose her? He could have anyone he wanted, probably quite a few of the boys even, but he had stayed with her.

Slowly, with supreme care, she turned around to face him, doing her best not to disturb him, or worse, wake him up. Luckily, he was still fast asleep by the time she settled on the mattress, facing him.

Amy just looked at him, her hands slowly caressing her hard nipples as she drank in the sight of him. That short, dark brown hair, kinky and mussed up by sleep, and other activities. His straight nose, those soft, red lips. A strong, square jaw with just a hint of stubble, and those lashes! It really was quite unfair how so many boys naturally had lashes most women would die for.

Unable to contain herself, Amy slowly lifted the sheet covering him, moving like a prowling cat afraid of startling her prey.

Smooth, tan skin with clearly defined muscles filled her vision. He was an athlete, like her, his body supremely fit and muscular, but not the bulky muscles of someone trying to get big, just in peak condition.

A slight fuzz of dark curls covered his chest, and Amy had to restrain herself before she bent in to lick his small, dark nipples.

Instead, she pulled the sheet farther down, across his six-pack and still down.

Amy finally stopped when the sheet rested midway down his thigh, though her eyes were glued to something else.

Something hard, thick and long enough to fill her up completely, as she had found out last night.

Richard was obviously having some kind of pleasant dream, because he mumbled something unintelligible and flexed his fully erect cock in his sleep.

Amy's resolve broke, and her hand, still wet with her own juices, drifted slowly over to gently stroke his length. Like steel covered in velvet, rock hard and still somehow soft.

She pulled his foreskin back slowly, revealing the purplish mushroom head, a fat drop of precum oozing out as she squeezed him gently. With one finger, she smeared that drop slowly around his head, stopping at the underside, at that sensitive spot.

Richard grunted sleepily and thrust his hips a little, but did not wake up.

Amy took proper hold of him then, and started slowly jerking him, her other hand going down between her own legs. Her breathing quickened as she slowly slid two fingers up and down, trapping her swollen clit and sliding along it. Richard's breathing deepened, became harsher, and precum seeped from him in a steady stream now. He was going to wake up soon, Amy decided. Time to be bold.

With a quick lunge, she slid closer, bent down and slid her tongue up his shaft. He tasted salty, sweet and musky. Amy thought it weird how familiar it was, until she remembered she had just tasted him from her own pussy.

Leaning forward more, she took him fully inside her mouth, her tongue swirling around his length as she took him deeper and deeper. One hand gripped him by the root while the other slowly spread the wetness between her own legs.

Richard woke slowly from the most pleasant wet dream he had had in a long time, only to find it was not a dream.

He had dreamed he finally had caught Amy's attention, after months of watching her at the gym, even before he had broken it off with Tiffany.

Her extremely sexy body, beautiful face and infectious laughter had intrigued him. When he started carefully asking around about her, he had slowly been infatuated.

When that photographer had approached him last night, it had been a wish come true. To find her returning the same interest had been the cherry on top.

He could only remember parts of last night, but that final moment before he blacked out stood out in his mind like a beacon. The incredible strength in her legs as she came on him, her thighs squeezing his body as her pussy crushed him would stay with him for a long, long time. He had thought coming inside her was bad form on what was essentially a first date, but he had been helpless to move her even a little bit.

Now, though, he simply watched her mussy hair bobbing slowly up and down as her soft tongue did some rather amazing tricks to his aching cock.

He let his eyes roam her flawless skin, the sleek strength of her fit body, muscles rippling the skin of her back as she increased her speed, sucking him harder.

'You are the prettiest alarm clock I've ever seen,' he said in a gravelly voice, still rough around the edges after last night's excess.

Amy froze like a deer in the headlights, his cock still in her mouth, her hand gripping the base of his shaft firmly. Richard reached out and stroked her hair gently, toying with her earlobe a little before giving her head a gentle push to indicate she should continue. Amy resumed the blowjob with renewed vigor, eager for the prize at the end of the race.

Amy had a momentary stab of panic when Richard spoke, but when it was obvious he approved, she knew she had to have him, all of him. Richard grunted softly when she drew her tongue around his head, and Amy figured he was subtly telling her what he liked. When she concentrated on that spot and he started bucking his hips more and more, she knew she had the measure if him. The empowering feeling of knowing she had him completely under her control was intoxicating.

She knew he was close now, and her other hand started pumping in and out of her own pussy, chasing her own orgasm as she sucked and licked him towards the edge.

Richard started mumbling incoherently, his hand burying itself in her hair in a firm grip.

This was it! He was coming!

With a final push, she buried three fingers inside herself and mashed her clit with the palm of her hand, finally feeling that vibration in her core as orgasm rocked her, setting her nerves on fire. Richard stiffened and came, his warm, salty cum pumping into her mouth. She drank as much as she could, but some of it leaked out and ran down his shaft.

Richard reveled in that warm post-orgasm feeling as he enjoyed the softness of Amy's tongue on his softening cock. Her back was smooth and firm under his hand as he gently stroked her, just caressing her slowly as they both enjoyed the calm after. With a gentle nudge, she crawled up towards him, her head on his chest as they just enjoyed the quiet.

He let his free hand roam her body, just feeling her, all the curves and smooth skin.

'That was amazing.' He said after a time.

'I'm glad you liked it,' she said softly, her finger slowly mussing up the hair on his chest.

'Did you mean those things you said last night?' Amy asked in a low voice, not exactly nervous, but not really confident either, just testing the water.

'About what?' He asked.

'That you'd been checking me out for a long time. That you'd wanted to get to know me?' She could feel him relax subtly, her question apparently making him a little nervous too.

'Yeah, all true. In fact, I started asking around a little about you. That's actually a big part of why I broke it off with Tiffany, apart from the cheating, obviously. I realized she's not a very nice person, and when I found out she'd slept with Chris, I figured I could do a hell of a lot better.' He gently stroked her back and cupped her ass. 'And I think I just did.'

Amy looked up at him with a coy smile.

'You did, did you? You think just because I just swallowed a bunch of your cum, you've caught me?'

Richard grabbed her ass and pulled her closer.

'Seems like I've got you right where I want you, if you ask me.' His fingers probed between her cheeks, seeking that hot, moist opening hidden between them. Amy gasped when his fingers slowly parted her lips and pushed inside her.

'But I can of course stop. If you'd rather be somewhere else?'

'Don't you dare stop!' Amy growled.

Some time later, they lay back again, spent for the second time that morning. Amy was softly kissing his chest as he played with her hair.

'So, Amy Porter, will you be my girlfriend?'

'Richard Bradley! Did you just ask me to be your girlfriend as if we were still in kindergarten?'

'Maybe I did.' He said with a cocky grin. 'Did it work?'

Amy just tilted her head back and kissed him deeply.

When they finally exited the borrowed bedroom, a bunch of her new sorority sisters waited outside, giving compliments on their stamina and the excellent entertainment they had provided. Turns out they had not been as quiet as they thought, much to Amy's chagrin. Playful barbs from her new sisters and more than one pat on her firm ass followed them through the small crowd on their way to the stairs in search of breakfast. Still clad in only their togas, both were somewhat self-conscious, but it was all in good fun.

After grabbing a quick breakfast from the kitchen, they hunkered down in the same couch as the night before while they waited for their friends to bring more suitable clothes to wear. Amy would be moving in to the sorority house now that she had been accepted, but she had come clad only in a simple toga for the party the night before, her stuff still in the apartment she shared with Erica.

'I've been meaning to ask,' Richard began, 'what's the deal with that photographer last night? He took some rather explicit photos of you, and me, I think.'

'Yeah,' Amy began, her cheeks reddening adorably. 'That was part of the price for his work, taking pictures of the initiation last night. It was my assignment as a pledge. To get a photographer.'

'Part of the price?' Richard prompted.

'Yeah, the other part was that we had to see to their needs until we were fully initiated.'

'Did you fuck him?' Amy heard a note of what might be trepidation in Richard's voice, but since she had just met him, she could not say for sure.

'I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to,' Amy said honestly, 'but I only gave him a blowjob. It didn't mean anything. Besides, that was before I saw you were here. Before last night, you were just a fantasy for me, an unattainable goal.'

Richard sat back, digesting the revelation. He had expected something like it, and even though he felt a stab of what could only be jealousy, he decided he had no legitimate right to. Jack was certainly a handsome man, and maturity was usually something young women seemed attracted to, so he guessed he could live with it. At least so long as Amy agreed to be exclusive with him from now on. Besides, being called an 'unattainable fantasy' by a girl he had been viewing in much the same light gave his ego a good boost.

He looked over at her beautiful, blue-green eyes and gave her a reassuring smile.

'I guess I can't hold it against you if you had some fun before we even properly met,' he said and slid his hand up and down her calf. He was acutely aware of her naked body, only separated from him by a mere couch's width and some flimsy fabric. In fact, when he leaned over a little to the side, a hint of an areola was visible at the side of a barely covered breast.

'See something you like?' Amy teased and pulled the toga a little aside, the hem lifting slightly over the stiff nipple about to burst out.

'I see lots of things I like,' he replied in a husky voice, 'and I can almost see something I like even more.'

'I have no idea what you mean,' Amy said innocently as she slowly shifted her legs, revealing just a hint of what hid in the shade between her thighs.

'You're enjoying this, aren't you? This whole showing off. Like that calendar you guys made, did you enjoy that too?'

'Yeah,' Amy said in a low voice. Her eyes stared off at some faraway place as her hand unconsciously started stroking the inside of her thigh. Richard could feel his cock awakening again, despite two orgasms less than an hour past.

'I got so wet during the photoshoots I was afraid I'd start leaking all over and ruin the shots. And after it was published, I'd see guys around campus giving me looks, like they knew what I looked like underneath my clothes. That got me so horny I had to run off to the restroom and rub one out, more than once.'

'Wow,' Richard said slowly, 'you really get off on the attention? Like, for real?'

'Mhm,' Amy mumbled, her hand right up between her legs now, one finger slowly moving up and down.

'Once, Erica and I went to chemistry lab without any clothes under our lab coats. We didn't actually flash anyone, but by the looks we got, they all knew we were naked by the end. Erica was so wet it ran down her thighs. It took me forever to lick it all up.'

'Wait, Erica? The red-haired girl on your team? You licked the juice up from inside her thighs!?'

'Well, we were so horny, and she was licking me at the time, so it only seemed fair to return the favor.'

'What? You mean you to have been having sex with her regularly?'

'Pretty much, at least since we started shooting that calendar. We got to talking one night, and one thing led to another.'

'So, you're actually lesbian?'

'No! Not at all! Or did you forget filling my pussy up with that nice cock of yours? Twice? In the last twelve hours?' Amy widened her legs a little, giving him an open view of how her fingers were slowly spreading the growing wetness all over her pussy.

'See how wet you make me? I'd never throw that away just to get a taste of Erica's pussy again. We were just experimenting, and since neither of us had boyfriends then, and we both enjoyed it... Well, it was good and convenient.'

'So that's all in the past too?'

Amy could detect something like disappointment in his voice, though she was unsure how to feel about it. Erica was really good at licking pussy, and she would regret losing that, but perhaps Richard would be open-minded about adding others to their bed? Was she?

Maybe she could have Erica help teach Richard how to best please her? That would probably mean that she would have to accept Richard fucking her as well.

She would have to give that some thought, even if she was reasonably sure they would be agreeable to a threesome. For now, though, Erica was not around, and Richard looked about ready to rip her flimsy toga off and fuck her right there, in the living room of the sorority house.

They were alone right now, but someone would surely come investigate if she started moaning as he took her. That idea had some merit, though, the risk of getting caught.

Slowly, Amy scooped up some of her own sticky juice and brought it to her lips, her legs still spread so he would see how wet and swollen she still was.

Richard's eyes flicked back and forth between her pussy and her mouth as she slowly sucked her fingers clean, that heady mix of herself and his semen still flavoring her pussy.

She could see his toga tenting where his cock tried to escape, ready for another round again. Perhaps he was actually able to keep her satisfied when she had days like this? When no amount of masturbation could scratch that delicious itch fully?

Richard was slowly leaning forward, his hands sliding up past her knee as he moved in on her, though Amy could not tell towards what goal.

'There you are!'

Elizabeth, her new sorority sister called out as she walked up beside the massive fireplace the couch sat next to.

'I can see you're all set to defile my new sister's dignity yet again, pretty boy,' she said to Richard, 'but I think you'll have to hold that pretty cock of yours back for a little while longer, your friends are here.'

Richard blushed furiously as he jerked back to his side of the couch. To make his embarrassment complete, though, his toga chose that moment to part like the Red Sea and give them both a full view of his rock-hard cock.

'Oh, my,' Elizabeth said slowly, 'it's not just pretty. Good size too! No wonder little Amy here gave us such a good show for our breakfast.'

Elizabeth walked closer as Richard fumbled his toga to some semblance of cover, even if it still tented around his erection.

'I can see what you see in him, Amy.' Elizabeth said in a loud stage whisper, winking. 'Let me know if you tire of him, ok? I'm sure I can teach him a trick or two when you're done with him!'

Elizabeth directed a meaningful look down between Amy's still spread legs, 'or you for that matter, I'm not biased. There are plenty of girls around here who'll vouch for my pussy licking skills.'

Amy blushed furiously as she snapped her thighs closed. Elizabeth just laughed and turned to go.

'Anyway, your friends are in the foyer, I suggest you go to them before one of our sisters snatches them up and pulls them to some dark corner for a bit of fun. We're all still in a festive mood after last night.'

'Fuck, that was embarrassing!' Richard moaned as they stood and rearranged their flimsy garments to have a shred of covering.

'Yeah,' Amy agreed thoughtfully, 'but kinda hot too. I wonder if she was watching us, waiting for the right moment to break in?'

'You think so?' Richard asked as he tried to hide his obvious erection.

'I wouldn't put it past her, she was quite naked in that couch over there last night, her head between Alice's legs and some guy pounding her from behind.'

Amy and Richard entered the foyer, hand in hand, his erection somewhat less obvious by a quick trick with the belt of his toga. Erica and Josh, one of Richard's teammates stood there waiting for them. It was obvious they were not there together, just waiting at the same time. Amy skipped over to Erica while Richard went to his friend, both relieving them of their bags of fresh clothes.

'What the fuck, Amy! That's Richard Bradley!' Erica hissed in her ear as they hugged.

'I know,' Amy said with a wide grin.

'Oh, fuck no! You didn't?!'

'I most certainly did,' Amy said in a lofty, better-than-thou tone. 'Several times, in fact.'

'Damn, Amy! Pretty much every girl in school has been pining for him for, like, forever!'

'I know that as well,' Amy said, 'but apparently, he's only had eyes for me. He said he'd been working up the courage to ask me out. And then, last night, with some help, we finally met up.'

'Help?' Erica said, a note of suspicion in her voice.

'It's a long story, too long for here and now, but let's just say I owe Jack a substantial debt for helping us get together.'

'Jack again, will we ever run out of reasons to be thankful for his help?'

'Not likely,' Amy said, 'but right now, I'm dying to get out of this toga and put on something clean. Wait for me outside?'

'Sure,' Erica said before casting an incredulous look in Richard's direction.

After exchanging a quick greeting and some approving nods in Amy's direction, Richard gave Josh a firm clap on the shoulder and walked over to Amy. They had not planned on changing out of their party clothes together, but both wanted a bit more time together, and so they went in search of a suitable place.

A few minutes later, they found themselves in a side room off of the hall that had been the dance floor the night before. It was basically just a big closet, but it would do for now.

Amy entered first, with Richard hard on her heels. When she stopped suddenly, he bumped into her from behind.

'Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?' She laughed as his cock skewered her lower back.

'Oh, he's very happy to see you,' Richard said in a husky voice. 'In fact, he wants to see every nook and cranny of that sexy body of yours.'

'This body?' Amy asked as she shrugged the toga off and let it fall to the ground.

Richard stared in renewed amazement at her supremely fit and sexy body, bared before him. Those firm breasts, the smoothly rounded hips and that neatly trimmed landing strip that acted as a pointer to her delicious pussy. Richard tried to imitate her elegant shrug, but his toga caught on his erection and hang as if from a peg. Amy laughed softly and sank to her knees, her hands freeing him from his confinement.

'I am going to have a lot of fun with you,' Amy said before grabbing his cock and kissing that sensitive spot on the underside of the head.

'I want it everywhere in me,' she closed her lips around it and sucked out some of his precum.

'But right now, I have to go do some other stuff, I'm afraid.'

Richard groaned in frustration, though he too had stuff that could not wait much longer.

'Can I just be inside you once more before we go? Just to feel you again?'

'We only have a minute, for now, but yeah, I'd like that.'

Amy hopped up and flung her arms and legs around him, her ass hovering just above his cock.

Their mouths met in a deep kiss as she slowly lowered herself onto him, his cock sliding straight into her until her clit brushed against his pubes. She hung there for a short minute while they kissed, her hips gyrating back and forth. Unfortunately, they were both a long way off from any kind of conclusion, on account of their recent fuck.

With a disappointed sigh, Amy slid off him and broke the kiss.

'I shouldn't leave you all soiled like that,' Amy said and started to get to her knees to clean her juices off of him.

'No, leave it. That way, I'll be able to smell you on me all day, before we can meet up again.'

'And when will that be?' Amy asked.

'I really don't have any particular plans after four or so,' Richard said. 'Want to grab a bite to eat first?'

'First?' Amy asked, a coy smile on her lips.

'Well, yes, first. I plan to take you back to my place and finish what we just started.'

Amy stepped closer and put her hand on his chest.

'And pray tell, what did you have in mind?'

'Well, I'd rather not get into details just yet,' Richard said and took her hand, kissing it. 'But it involves you, me and every suitable piece of furniture in my dorm room. Multiple times, if need be.'

'Oh my, that many times? You sure you're not just boasting to impress a girl on the first date?'

'I kinda figured last night was our first date, don't you?'

'Nah,' Amy said nonchalantly, 'last night was just getting to know each other. A first date should include a meal and some form of entertainment, I think. I'm not sure if there are any good movies running now, but I have every confidence you'll think of something.' She gave him a dazzling smile and a not-quite patronizing pat on the cheek.

'I'll do my best to live up to your standards, then.' Richard said with a clever smile before taking her hand and kissing it.

With a final kiss, they got around to dressing and joining their friends outside.

'So,' Josh said, 'I take it you got the girl?'

'Oh, I got her alright. Several times, in fact.'

Richard grinned as they fist bumped.

'I didn't even know she'd be there, to be honest. That whole initiation-stuff is so shrouded in mystery that I had no idea what to expect. But not only did I find her, turns out she's had a good eye for me too!'

'You know I love you, Richard, but for someone so good at everything, you've got to be one of the stupidest people I know.' Josh grinned as he said it, and Richard threw a pretend-punch at his jaw.

'I know, I know,' Richard admitted, 'you've said it since forever, but I guess I just didn't believe you. But damn, Amy Porter!'

'Don't rub it in, jackass! Just because she's been as unavailable as you don't mean you get to gloat!'

'Of course it does!' Richard laughed. 'I didn't see you fucking any gymnasts lately?'

'Fuck you!' Josh laughed, 'so what's next?'

'We're having dinner tonight. Oh, by the way, would you mind finding somewhere to stay tonight? We'd rather not have to feel bad about keeping you up all night.'

'Motherfucker!' Josh swore. 'Fine! I'll crash at Bryan's place, he owes me a beer or five, I'll give him a call and collect.'

'Good man!' Richard said with a one-armed hug, quite manly, of course. 'Maybe I'll tell you about it, I think she actually gets off on the idea.'

'Really?' Josh said, an eyebrow raised questioningly.

'I'm not sure, but I have some ideas I'd like to try out tonight. That'll give me some answers.'

Amy toweled off before admiring herself in the mirror briefly. Maybe she should have her nipples pierced? That would look kinda cool. Especially in her tight tank tops with no bra under.

Leaving the towel behind, she walked into her dorm room for what was probably the last time. Tomorrow, she would be moving to the sorority house on campus, something she looked forward to, though not as much as tonight.

'So, all cleaned up for Richard to soil you?' Erica said with a wicked grim from the bed. Her eyes roamed over Amy's naked body, drinking it in with a bitter taste of regret in her mouth.

'Yeah,' Amy said dreamily, 'I want to look my best. I mean, Richard frickin' Bradley. Who wouldn't want to look their best?'

'I'd settle for you,' Erica said with a pout.

'Hey! None of that!' Amy chided. 'We had some good times, and I'll never find another who can eat me as good as you do, but we've talked about this. This was not supposed to be long term, we both love cocks way too much for that.' Erica nodded her agreement and Amy sat down on the bed next to her and stroked her hair.

'I really want this to work, Erica. And all hope is not lost. Richard actually thought it was really hot when I told him we'd been fucking.'

'You told him? Damn, girl! What'd he say?'

'He didn't actually say so much as show it. I swear, his cock grew noticeably when I told him.'

Erica chuckled as Amy related the details of their talk earlier.

'If you're good,' Amy said, 'I might persuade him to agree to a threesome. I mean, who better than you to teach him how to best please me?'

'You serious?' Erica asked, a hopeful look on her face. 'You'd share him with me?'

'We'll see,' Amy said, 'I'm not entirely sure yet, but I think it'd be hot.'

Amy paced as she waited for Richard. Not nervously, of course. Certainly not!

She had chosen a light blue summer dress, black shoes with a bit of heel and a rather revealing set of matching lace panties and bra, so sheer they revealed pretty much everything.

Not that she expected to wear them for long once the dress came off.

The dress buttoned down the front, with half-sleeves that stopped above her elbows. Her sleek but strong legs showed to around the knee, but wide as it was, it would be easy enough to show however much she wanted.

Five minutes before the agreed-upon time, Richard strolled up to her, his grin as dazzling as the rest of his sculpted face. He had gone for light tan linen pants, a black slim-fit shirt, the top two buttons undone, and suede loafers. Relaxed and casual, though with a certain flair to it. The tightly fitted shirt showed off his pecs and just a hint of that six-pack. Amy felt a stirring in her stomach at the sight of him, not only because he looked hot, but because she knew exactly how it felt to have that firmly muscled body on top of her, thrusting into her.

'Hey there,' she said and walked up to him, 'you look ready for our date.'

'Right back at you,' Richard grinned, 'that dress looks almost as lovely as you, by the way.'

They kissed, briefly. Unsatisfied, Amy stepped closer and kissed him again, one hand in his hair to get proper leverage as their tongues battled.

After some time, she stepped back to catch her breath.

'That's better.' She said, casting a quick glance down at the slightly bigger bulge in his pants.

'Looks like you approve as well?'

'I most certainly do,' Richard said as he looked down at the small dents in her dress where her nipples had hardened.

'But if we keep this up, they'll give away our table.'

He took her arm and started leading her down the pathway out of the university campus.

'I had no idea what kind of food you like, so I simply had to make a guess, but I hope you won't mind Greek?'

'I love Greek food! The garlic is a bit if an issue, usually, but if we both have garlic breath, it won't matter.'

She smiled up at him and hugged his arm as they walked towards the town square.

The late summer evening was pleasantly warm, and with no real tourist attractions, the town was not exactly bustling with activity. Most of the students were away on summer holiday, and so the streets were quieter than during the semester. Not that they were alone by any definition, just not crowded. Richard and Amy made casual small talk as they walked, slowly discovering hobbies and interests, music taste and so on.

Closer to the town center, there were more people, though mostly couples and small groups out walking. Some were sitting by fountains or in one of the many small green areas dotted around town. Amy noticed quite a few stares by young men, and some women. She was unsure if it was a consequence of her relative fame, or just the fact that they both were dressed up and by any definition very fit and healthy. She felt that slight stirring in her stomach again, as if the many eyes on her caressed her ever so softly.

'Why are those people staring at us, do you think?' Richard asked once they had passed a group of young men at a bench.

'I'd say they probably recognized one of us, likely me.' She hugged his arm in a proprietary way. 'They've probably seen most of me already, just not the bits you'll get to play with later.'

'Ah, the calendar,' Richard nodded, 'does it bother you? The looks, I mean?'

Amy swung around to face him, their eyes meeting.

'Take a look at me, Richard, and tell me what you think.'

His eyes roamed down her chest and saw that her pokies had grown even more obvious, small tents on the front of her dress. He arched an eyebrow at her in a silent question, not that he missed her meaning.

'If there weren't so many people around, I'd let you feel exactly how wet all those looks make me. Then you'll know for sure how I feel about that.'

'I can guess,' Richard said slowly as he drew her closer for a quick but intense kiss. 'But I'd rather know for sure.'

With a quick tug, he pulled her around a corner into a shaded spot in a small alley. They were only two steps from the street where others walked, but in enough shade to make it difficult to see exactly what they were doing.

'Richard!' Amy hissed. 'What are you doing?'

'Making sure,' he said as he leaned down for another kiss, one hand sliding up the inside of her thigh, their bodies blocking most of the view from the people walking by.

Their kiss deepened, tongues wrestling as he pushed up, his soft fingers caressing her sensitive skin. Amy pulled his lip out and sucked on it, then gently bit it as his finger started pulling the edge of her lace panties to the side.

Amy moaned softly as his finger slipped in between her slick lips, then dipped ever so slightly inside her. She cast a quick glance toward the street, but none of the passers-by had taken an interest in them yet.

'Damn! You're soaked!' He breathed into her mouth. 'Is that just from getting all those looks?'

'Not just,' she said before a sharp intake of breath. Her hand slid down to his growing bulge and stroked it slowly outside his linen trousers.

'This had a good deal to do with it as well.'

Richard just grinned before pushing his finger all the way inside her. He wiggled it a bit until her eyes started closing, then pulled it out and brought it to his mouth.

Their eyes met as he slowly licked her juice off, a smoldering look passing between them, a promise of what was to come.

In the town center, a large fountain served as a natural gathering point, along with a half dozen bars and restaurants. Richard led her past most of them, then turned down a side street, where a small sign with Cyrillic-style letters marked their destination.

The small family-operated place had around ten small tables and a cozy atmosphere. Some Greek folk music played softly in the background, just loud enough to drown out some of the susurrus of the half-full place.

An elderly woman of obvious Mediterranean descent greeted them and showed them to a table for two in the back corner.

Richard played the part of the perfect gentleman and held her chair for her, allowing her the view of the room while he faced her and the wall behind.

They browsed the menu, discussing back and forth what to order when a young man, perhaps a few years older than them walked up.

'Welcome to Kritikos! Have you had time to decide what to order?'

He was quite handsome, if a bit too slick for Amy's taste. She could appreciate his looks from a purely aesthetic point of view, but he faded to insignificance next to her new boyfriend across the table.

They ordered a glass of white wine and some bread with olive oil for starters, and a lamb kleftiko meant for two to share for their main course.

The waiter scribbled down the order in his small notepad before collecting the menus, but when he leaned down, he gave Amy a puzzled look.

'Excuse me, miss, but have we met before?'

There was no flirtation in it, simply a genuine question.

'I don't think so,' Amy said hesitantly, the faintest hint of a blush coloring her cheeks.

'I attend the university, and I'm in the gymnastics team.'

'Oh,' he said as comprehension dawned on him. 'OH! I see...'

His eyes flicked down for a split second before he remembered she was a customer, and not some random girl he happened to have seen mostly naked in a certain calendar.

'Please forgive me miss,' he apologized, 'I meant no offense.'

'None taken,' Amy said, stifling an embarrassed laugh.

The waiter made a quick retreat to pass their order on to the kitchen.

'I take it he recognized you?' Richard asked with a grin.

'Mhm,' Amy said with a shrug. 'My fame precedes me.'

'Did you like it? That he looked, I mean?'

'Mhm,' Amy said again, not willing to elaborate in case he would get jealous.

'You know, I've been thinking,' Richard began.

'This sounds serious,' Amy leaned forward, her interest piqued.

'Not so much serious as maybe exciting.'

'Ooh, now I'm really curious!'

'Well, let me be frank,' he began. 'We both know this date is just a pretext before we go home to my dorm room and fuck like rabbits, right?'

'That's the plan,' Amy said, her eyes flickering down as if she could see his cock through the table between them.

'Well, dinner is obviously in the works, but as for entertainment...' He let the statement hang for a brief second. 'I have some ideas on how we can mix dinner and entertainment, if you're game?'

'Sounds like fun, but what did you have in mind?'

'I have some ideas,' he began, 'that I think could be both fun and hot. Take, for example, our friend here, the waiter. How do you think he'd react if you were to open a couple of buttons of your dress? Show him a bit of cleavage. Do you think he'd appreciate it?'

'I'm sure he would have problems doing his job, but I'm game.'

Amy quickly opened the top two buttons and pulled the opening a bit wider. After a quick inspection she opened another, exposing the edge of her lacy bra. With the dress loose like that, her pokies were less obvious, but her cleavage was nicely on display.

A few minutes later, the waiter arrived with their wine and bread on a small tray. He stopped dead a couple of steps from their table, his eyes widening slightly at the exposed inner curve of Amy's breasts. She gave him a wide smile and turned slightly toward him, offering him a better view.

He managed to give them their glasses and bread without breaking or spilling anything, which was a small miracle, considering how his eyes were glued to Amy's chest.

With a final backwards glance, he walked off, and Amy could let her laughter bubble up.

'That was fun! Did you see how he stared!'

'I noticed,' Richard said with a smug smile.

'Maybe I could show him a little more?' There was an edge to her voice, as if she craved the exposure.

'Let's give him a small break,' Richard said with a smile. 'You'll have to draw it out a little, let him stew a bit. Besides, I'd rather not be thrown out for indecent exposure.'

'Yeah, I guess you're right. But I can show you, right?'

'What kind of question is that? Of course you can show me! If I had my way, you'd be naked all the time when I'm around.'

'I might be open to that,' Amy said with a small smile, her hand disappearing down to her lap. 'But only if you're naked too! Anyways, don't you need to tie that shoelace?'

'My shoelace?' Richard asked, then gave himself a mental slap at Amy's 'are you daft?' stare. 'Of course, my shoelace!'

Richard bent down under the table as if pretending to tie his non-existent shoelace. Amy's legs were spread wide, her skirt drawn up to give him a full view. Lace panties to the side, Amy was slowly pushing two fingers inside herself. Her pink lips flared in and out as she slowly finger-fucked herself. Richard was of a mind to simply crawl under the table and bury his face in her pussy, but that would probably be an express ticket to getting thrown out as well.

After what was probably a suspiciously long time, he sat back up, just as Amy reached her soiled hand over the table to him, a piece of bread held in her sticky fingers.

The taste of bread faded to background noise as he tasted her pussy, eagerly licking her fingers clean as she fed him.

They made more small talk as they ate, dipping the bread in olive oil and washing it down with the crisp white wine. Too soon, it was gone, but the delicious smell of lamb from the kitchen promised more good food to come.

Their waiter came back, his eyes still going to Amy's cleavage often, as he gave some recommendations for wine with the lamb.

They settled on a bottle of a Greek Syrah he promised would pair well with the lamb.

While he was away to get the chosen wine, Amy opened another button and pulled the cups of her bra back a little, showing just a hint of one areola. Richard arched an eyebrow at her, to which she only grinned wickedly.

This time, he actually spilled a little wine as he was pouring wine for her, his eyes wide as he stared shamelessly at her almost bare breast. Amy just grinned as he apologized profusely and did his best to dry up the wine from the table cloth.

'It's fine,' Amy said in a mild voice and laid her hand on his. 'I constantly spill and have to change clothes.' She shrugged the dress a little, giving him a brief glimpse of a perfectly visible nipple through the sheer bra.

With another mumbled apology, he all but ran from their table, slightly hunched over.

'You're evil!' Richard grinned when he was gone.

'I know, I saw his pants beginning to bulge a little and couldn't help myself!' Amy laughed as she drew her dress back to a more modest covering.

'So, you were checking him out?' Richard said in feigned jealousy, grinning to show he was ok with it.

'It was right in my face,' Amy protested, 'besides, the only cock for me is right there, between your legs.' She slipped one shoe off and stretched her leg over to his lap, her toes softly massaging Richard's rock-hard cock under the table. Richard grunted as she kneaded his bulge, his eyes drifted halfway closed.

'What's this?' Amy said in mock surprise. 'Am I making you hard? Do these,' she pulled her dress open briefly, 'make you horny, dear?'

'Of course they do,' he said gruffly. 'I'm just worried we won't make it through dinner if you keep this up.'

'Oh, we'll make it. After all, you'll need food to be able to keep up with me.' She winked at him and gave his cock a final push before pulling her leg back.

The older woman from the door brought their food a few minutes later. Amy had a suspicion their waiter had needed a quick break to settle his nerves, or wait for his erection to subside. Either way, Amy reveled in the sense of power she got from manipulating him, a drug all of its own. It felt empowering to be able to control those around her with just her own body, the boys pining for more of her. And some of the girls too.

The food was just as delicious as they had hoped, the lamb tender and succulent, with lots of herbs and garlic. The wine complemented the meat as well, and soon they were joking and laughing as if they had been intimate friends for months. As first dates went, this was as good as it got.

Their waiter came back to the floor as well, his sudden ailment now under control, one way or another.

'I see our friend is back,' Richard commented as he took a sip of wine.

'Are you in the mood for a little more fun?'

'Of course!' Amy said at once. 'What did you have in mind?'

'Well, I figured it would be good to let those perfect tits of yours breathe a little. Free them from their confinement, so to speak.'

'You want me to flash them here, at the table?' Amy's hands rose as if to do just that, though her voice sounded doubtful.

'No, not like that. I figured you could go to the restroom and remove your bra, then make sure he sees it in your hand when you walk back here.'

'That's just pure, evil genius!' Amy laughed.

She rose and walked off, her hips swaying hypnotically.

Amy looked at herself in the mirror. The wine had given her cheeks a bit of a glow. Nowhere near drunk, she still felt comfortably woozy and perhaps a bit more daring than usual. Her bra fell off, and Amy caressed her stiff nipples, a jolt surging straight to her groin with each pinch. On a whim, she slipped her panties off as well, they were soaked anyway.

Underwear off, she gave her clit a couple of delicious strokes before putting the dress back on.

She tucked her panties inside the cups of her bra and folded it up. When she held it mostly covered by her hand, it would not be obvious she was carrying her underwear, but the color and texture of it would be immediately recognizable to someone who had seen it before.

Amy decided to button her dress back up fully as well. That way, her nipples made very obvious pokies in her dress, quite sexy if she were to say so.

With a quick breath to gather courage, she walked back out and almost immediately crashed into their waiter.

He managed to keep his balance and not drop his tray, but Amy dropped to one knee, her underwear falling from her hand.

As if in slow motion, Amy watched the bra flare out like a parachute, deploying its payload, her panties.

Both landed on the floor, plainly visible, her panties shiny from all the juice she had leaked into them.

He started apologizing again, of course, but then his voice just tapered off as he realized what lay on the floor.

His eyes almost bulged out if his skull.

Quick as a cat, his eyes darted to her chest and the proudly displayed pokies, his mouth falling open.

'I'm so sorry miss, I didn't mean to...'

'Of course you did,' Amy said in a seductive voice. 'You've wanted to see the rest of me ever since you saw the calendar, haven't you? That IS where you knew me from, right?'

'Yes,' he mumbled, his eyes going to the floor shamefully.

'It's okay, I won't bite,' Amy said soothingly. 'I get this all the time, and I kinda like it.'

'Tell you what, will you keep this a secret?'

'Of course! I won't... I mean, I will... I don't know what to say! Of course I won't tell anyone!'

'Good, 'cause I'd deny it anyway.' She quickly opened her dress and gave him a full frontal view of her tits, rock hard nipples standing out like small grapes on her perfectly rounded globes.

His eyes widened until all she saw were the black pits of his dilated pupils, his pants shifting as his erection returned in a flash.

'Do they look as good as you imagined?'

'Better,' he breathed, his pants tenting out as his cock stiffened, not that he noticed.

'Now, if you're really good and get us something sweet for dessert, I'll let you touch them.' She cupped her breasts invitingly, pinching her nipples as he watched.

Without a word, his hand rose, two fingers shakily seeking her nipple. The tray shook in his other hand, but he managed to keep it from toppling.

A jolt surged from her nipple, straight to her clit, and Amy gasped as he rolled her nipple between his soft, warm fingers.

Once he saw her obvious approval, he got bolder and let his whole hand cover her, kneading the soft breast slowly as he gaped at her. Amy enjoyed the unfamiliar touch, the illicit contact. It was hot and dirty at the same time. The thrill was different from when Richard touched her, more primal.

Addictive.

When he stepped closer, his hand starting to drift down from her breast, Amy decided it was time to pull the brakes.

'That's enough, I think,' she said and put a hand on his, her strong arm easily holding his in check.

He looked up as if caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, a guilty look in hos eyes.

'I'm sorry, miss. They were so soft and firm, I got carried away. Sorry.'

'No apology needed. We all get carried away some times. Now you'd better do something about that swelling in your pants before anyone sees it.' He looked down and did a sharp intake at the way his pants tented. Good size too, Amy thought absently as she buttoned her dress. Good thing she had a more than sufficient one eagerly awaiting her back at the table.

The waiter excused himself and went into the restroom, locking the door.

Amy heard him moan softly and laughed to herself as she walked back to her table.

'Did he notice it?' Richard said with a grin as he stared at her pokies.

'You can say that,' Amy said as she settled in her seat, arranging her dress to pull it tight across her chest.

'I actually bumped into him, literally, on my way out of the restroom. I dropped the bra right in front of him.'

'Shit! What did he say?'

'Oh, quite a bit actually, but long story short, he's bringing us a free dessert once he's done jerking off.' She gave him an immensely satisfied grin and leaned back, stretching the fabric even tighter across her chest.

'Amy!' Richard said in a low voice. 'What, exactly, did you do back there?'

'It's a long story, as I said. But he might have gotten a good look at something the calendar photos didn't show.'

'Damn,' Richard said with a shake of his head, 'I've created a monster!'

'I think I already was one, you just brought it out from hiding.' She leaned forward and took his hand in both of hers.

'Besides, he's not the one who gets to suck on them, bite them and slide his cock between them. Would you like that?' She stroked his finger as if jerking a cock. 'Would you like to slide that big cock of yours between my firm tits and cover my face in hot cum?'

'Yeah,' Richard gasped, his need for her almost unbearable.

'Good, because I seem to remember you promised you'd fuck me on and over all your furniture?'

'I don't think we'll make it that far,' Richard said with a growl. 'I might just drag you across the table and take you right here, consequences be damned!'

'Promises, promises,' Amy tsked, 'how about we make short work of that dessert and get somewhere more private? Or maybe not so private?'

Their dessert consisted of a selection of petit fours, with two glasses of Greek apple brandy. Their waiter had a relaxed, almost blissful look on his face as he brought it, his eyes just briefly swiping across her chest as he set it down. He gave Amy a brief smile before he retreated, their little secret still safe.

Amy and Richard shared each piece, passing halves back and forth across the table, struggling to not simply cram them down to get away quicker.

Richard insisted on paying, leaving a handsome tip for their 'poor waiter', as he said it. Amy smiled to herself at the irony, having given him a much better tip, by her own estimation.

As they stood to leave, Richard bent down to kiss her and whisper in her ear.

'How about you go back there and get rid of those panties too?'

Amy opened her purse and held up the wet, sticky piece of lacy fabric. 'You mean these?'

Richard growled and made as if to grab her. 'When I get my hands on you...'

'Gotta catch me first!' Amy laughed and slipped out of his arms, looking over her shoulder as she ran for the door.

The matronly concierge held the door for her and gave Richard an apologetic, yet wicked, smile as she closed it just before he got there.

'Best to give her a bit of a head start,' she said conspiratorially in accented English, 'makes the catch that much sweeter.' She looked outside and apparently judged Amy had a good enough head-start. She opened the door and looked at Richard. 'Now go claim your prize, young man!'

Richard could only laugh ruefully as he set off after his quarry.

Amy ran towards the fountain square, her shoes in her hand, her bare feet slapping the cobblestones.

He gave chase, though not at full speed, just fast enough to gain on her. Amy laughed and looked back, their little chase garnering a few looks, though anyone watching could see it was all in good fun.

Across the square she ran, past the bars in the general direction of their campus, then down a slightly darker alley off the main street. Richard pushed harder once she rounded the corner, gaining a good distance on her. When he rounded the corner, she was jogging slowly, looking back over her shoulder.

'Oh no! Whatever will you do when you catch me?' Her voice was pitched high, like some maiden in distress.

Richard just bent forward and closed the distance, pulling her into the shadow beneath a fire escape.

No words were needed, their mouths met and melted together. His hands slid all over her body as they kissed, while hers just held him, nails scraping his back softly. Richard kissed her lips, her nose and her jaw, moving lower as his hands found the hem of her skirt. Amy gasped softly and dug her nails into his shoulders when he bit her neck softly. His hands pushed the skirt up as his hands drew nearer her groin.

Amy gasped when his fingers slid in between her swollen lips, her clit throbbing in time with her rapid pulse.

'I want you,' he growled. 'Right here!'

'Then take me! I want you!'

With a quick motion, he opened his zipper and freed his cock, the angry purple head bigger than ever before. Amy simply jumped up and wrapped her legs around him, her arms still around his back.

They both sighed as he sank into her, his cock filling her up completely, just the right size.

Wordlessly, he started thrusting into her, his mouth still on her neck. He kissed and bit softly as they fucked. The feel of his shaft stretching her lips, sliding into her, sent waves of pleasure coursing through Amy's body. She slid her hands up to the nape of his neck, grabbing hold of his short hair, pulling him closer, deeper.

He growled and bent his knees, changing the angle slightly, pushing even deeper, and hitting new spots inside her. Body scintillating with lust, Amy felt as if flashes of electricity raced around her body from each point of contact, charging her body up for the release.

Amy just let herself drift in the sea of pleasure, her body thrumming with need and desire. The brick wall behind her bit into her skin as he thrust her against it, but the pinpricks of pain just heightened her experience, like small sips of agony to compliment the pleasure.

Suddenly, Richard shoved her hard into the wall and grunted, his cock swelling inside her as it started to pulse.

Amy felt that first spurt of hot cum inside her as a jolt of lightning, pushing her over the edge as well. Her nails drew blood as she came on him, her powerful core muscles squeezing every last drop of cum from his cock, coating her inside until it started dripping to the ground in large globs.

Amy just hung there as he slowly deflated inside her, their breathing ragged from the passionate fucking.

His face was still buried in her neck as he breathed, so he never saw the couple who silently retreated around the nearby corner after having watched their little show.

Amy saw them, though, and the thought that she had just been having sex on an open street lit a fire in her, the impropriety of it like a mini orgasm of its own.

She decided this was not the last time she would be fucking somewhere she could get caught.