“And she told me that she had been praying and waiting for a sign because she didn’t know what had happened to me. She told me that my dad had taken me back to the states with him because they had decided that a biracial child would have a better future elsewhere than in Japan. So, he brought me to Kansas where he was stationed at Leavenworth. That’s where he put me up for adoption. She said she had kept in touch with him for about a year. She had prayed for me throughout the years, hoping I was well and happy and with a family that could take care of me right. I told her about Mom and Dad and what I had been doing. She told me that I had to come and meet my family. I told her I would.
“While I was on my summer break, I went to Japan. My half-brother Ichiro and his wife picked me up at the airport then took me to the village where I finally got to meet her. She was such a little thing, so delicate and tiny. I thought if I was going to hug her that she would break. But was I wrong because she had a grip on her like you wouldn’t believe. The whole village came out to see me because she had told everybody about her daughter coming home. I also met my other brother, Jiro, my sister, Asa, and my stepfather. Yasuo.”
“That was a happy moment. I’m proud you had the courage to find your mother. So what else happened while you were there?”
“I got to meet my grandmother who was about a hundred years old. I couldn’t believe it. While I was there we would go for walks. I didn’t understand a word she said. I just nodded and she would point out certain things. I got to learn how to write in Japanese a little. I still can’t speak it, but I’m still working on it. I did learn to cook some. The food was so good; we just ate and ate. My birth mom taught me so much about certain foods and ingredients; how they go with this and that. It was an amazing month. We talk every two weeks…I call her or she’ll call me. I got her a laptop and Asa has taught her how to use it. Sometimes we Skype and I see everybody from the village. It’s really funny.” Amie laughed as she handed back his handkerchief to him. He, too, wiped his eyes.
“Wow, that’s an amazing story, Amie, I’m so happy for you. I really am. Not to change the subject, but what do you have for dessert?” Amie smiled. Roy started laughing. With her finger, she motioned him to follow her as they both walked back inside.
Once Roy sat down, she went into the kitchen and grabbed something from the basket. “Now, you will have to close your eyes while I’m making this. No peeking or turning your head to see what I’m up to,” Amie said putting something in the oven.
Roy sat in anticipation, not wanting to move and risk ruining her sweet surprise. He never dreamed she would visit him at his new home. But it was a welcome delight to have her alone like this.
He heard noises behind him, wondering what the hell she was doing. Slowly, he turned around.
“Don’t you dare turn around, Roy Fulton, or you won’t get any dessert whatsoever, mister.”
“Yes, ma’am!” he exclaimed, turning back, but not before seeing Amie sliding the hot dessert dish out of the oven.
“Close your eyes,” Amie said in a sing-song voice.
Doing as he was ordered, Roy kept his eyes tightly closed. He couldn’t figure out what she was making. He could smell the delicious aroma of fresh baked chocolate something in the air. Cookies? Cake?
“Okay, you can open them!”
His mouth was agape. “I can’t believe you made a Super Duper Carmel Brownie Sundae! For me! Amie, my God, I haven’t had one of these since you made them for us years ago. You added whip cream and three cherries on top.”
He beeped her nose with his index finger. Amie laughed and they dove into the scrumptious masterpiece.
Rubbing his stomach with contentment, Roy had never been so full in his life. “I have completely gone off my diet tonight.”
Amie started laughing. “A diet? You on a diet? Oh come on, Roy.”
“No, seriously, before I came home I was on a diet. I had a beer gut and wanted to look good for the reunion.”
Roy stretched out on the sofa while Amie sat with her legs tucked underneath her on the love seat.
“How much did you lose altogether?”
“About fifty pounds, but I probably just now added on ten thanks to that meal.” He chuckled.
Amie smiled running her fingers through her hair. “What did you do while you were gone?”
“Construction work. Whatever I made I sent to Steven with a list of things I wanted him to get. This house is on our land, so it just needed to be built along with the barn. Chicago is okay, but I really missed home,” Roy said.
“Wow, Chicago. I don’t really see you as the big city type.”
“I hated it for the longest time. The guys I worked with were okay except for one who was always pissing me off when we went out for lunch. He gave one of the waitress at the diner we usually went to a hard time. She was a real nice girl. Always stood up for me while I was on the diet…with the kitchen and my co-workers,” Roy said remembering Marcie. Just the thought of her made him smile; she was a true lady.
“Who was she?”
Roy noticed the concerned in her eyes. Quickly, he got up from the sofa and sat down next to her grabbing her feet as she stretched them out. “Her name was Marcie. She was a waitress at this diner that I worked nearby. She reminded me so much of you, she was sweet, kind, funny, and spunky as hell, and pretty.” He started to play with her toes.
“Did you guys go out or anything?”
“Actually we did go out. I asked her out on a date. We had a lot of fun.”
“Did you fuck her?”
The look on his face was priceless, she thought, but she stood her ground not showing any expression as she asked, “Well, did you fuck her or not, Roy?”
“Yeah, we fucked.”
“Was she any good?”
Amie could tell she had shocked him, but she didn’t really care. She wanted to show him Amie Brown wasn’t the same girl he remembered.
“She was good,” he said.
“Did she give you head?” she asked, licking her lips and looking him straight in the eye. Amie was going to have some fun this evening.
“Yeah, she did give me head, why do you want to know?”
“Just curious is all. How did she do it?”
Amie could tell he was getting uncomfortable, but she was enjoying watching him squirm. This is what she enjoyed doing to men and she might as well have a little fun with Roy.
“Well, she was amazing.”
“How amazing was she, Roy? I want to know exactly how she was. Did she suck you hard? Did she wrap her tongue around your cock? Did she swallow all of your hot cum when you came? You have to be specific with me when you tell me things like this. We are adults after all,” Amie said.
“Let me get some water…would you like some water too?” he said, wiping sweat from his brow and quickly getting up.
She tried her best not to giggle or laugh. When he came back, he downed half a glass of water. Once again she toyed with him. “I’m waiting, Roy.”
“Well if you must know, she used her tongue a lot. When she sucked me off, she did it hard and fast. She sucked on my balls. When I came, she took all of it.”
Amie again gave him a smile. Then moistening her lips, she asked, “Did you fuck so hard that she screamed or did you go nice and slow with her?”
His eyes were a combination of shock and embarrassment. Amie never flinched. “Well, nice and slow or hard and deep?”
“Hard and deep. I fucked her hard and deep.”
“Was she screaming your name while you fucked her, Roy?”
“Yes, she was. Every time I thrust into her, she screamed.”
“So, let me ask you something else…did she ever get on top?” With the stealth of a cheetah, Amie straddled his lap and pushed him back against the couch. “Like this? Did you let her ride you while you held onto her hips?” Grabbing his hands she put them on her hips. The entire time her expression never changed.
He was so hard, she thought. His cock p
ressing against her slit and the tight grip of his fingers on her jeans made her wet. “Can I ask you something, Roy?”
“You’ve been asking me questions already, what’s one more.”
Amie laughed. “Would you do me a favor, Roy?”
He nodded, moving in closer to her face. So close he rubbed her cheek against his. She was relishing the heat he projected as well as the smell of Ivory soap mixed with his maleness. “Roy, I want you to cum for me right now by listening to my voice. Only my voice. I can feel how hard your manhood is as it tries to escape from your pants. This Marcie girl you fucked must have been really good. Close your eyes, Roy, I want you to think about her. Did you bend her over and take her from behind?” Amie moved over when his cock started pulsing between her legs. Even though the feeling was good, she didn’t want to get herself too hot and fuck him on their first night together. No, she wasn’t about that. She was more into playing the game.
Slowly, she watched him close his eyes, a deep sigh turned into a faint whimper. Very low and sensually she began to speak. “Was she black or white, Roy?”
“She was black, black with a luscious ass.” His breathing grew ragged.
“I bet she was a great fuck, Roy. My God, you’re so hard. She must have been an amazing fuck. How many times did you dive into that pussy of hers?” His grip on her hips grew even tighter. His eyes half closed, his cock jutting up from underneath his pajama pants. Amie looked down running her finger along the waistband. She pulled down his waistband and his freed cock popped up to attention. She almost creamed her panties when she saw how huge he was; this was something she had always dreamed of, looking at Roy’s cock up close and personal. He was gorgeous, she thought, so thick and long with a nice yummy tip that was as purple as his balls must have been from her asking him all these questions.
“After you fucked her that one time, Roy, did you fuck her again?”
“Yes.”
“When did you fuck her?”
“When me and her boyfriend got her together before I came home yesterday.”
The little horny devil she thought, a crooked smile came across her lips. She grabbed hold of his engorged cock with a tight grip. Roy opened his eyes wider. “Holy shit, Amie!”
“Am I hurting you, darling?” She started to rub him, running her thumb up and down his shaft. “I so want to hear more about this ménage a trois of yours.”
“No, you’re not hurting me at all. God, keep doing what you’re doing, baby. I’m going to cum soon.” His hips moved up along with her technique of stroking.
“Rest your hands on the couch, Roy, take them off my hips and put them on the side of the couch.”
He did just what she asked as her hand continued pumping his cock. His head rested against the couch. He started saying things Amie couldn’t understand, it sounded more like a moan. The muscles in his neck strained completely.
“One more question, my sweet Roy,” Amie said stroking him hard and fast; his cock twitched in her hand.
“Anything, just don’t stop, Amie!” he pleaded.
“Did you think about fucking me when you fucked Marcie?”
With a last upward motion of her hand, she jumped off his lap. She observed his body lurch up. Moans choked in his throat as thick shots of cum jetted out from him. His fingers gripped the sides of the couch so hard they almost went through into the stuffing. More and more cum flowed out of him. He moaned her name, “Amie, oh God, Amie!”
Amie stood there for a brief moment. God he is a sight to behold. She walked into the kitchen to collect her things. She noticed Roy was slowly calming down. His breathing was still labored as he watched her with confusion on his face. She went to the door and without looking back she said, “See you tomorrow, Roy.”
Chapter Five
Roy was trying his best to catch his breath as well as his thoughts. What in the world just happened? He tried to get up, but his thighs were not letting him. Hearing her truck leaving, Roy cursed himself to hell and back trying to get his thighs and legs to work. He started to spasm even more, his cock twitching in search of Amie.
Collecting what bit of energy he had left, he made it to the bathroom. After retaking a shower and putting on a clean pair of pajama pants as well as cleaning up, he plopped down on his back in bed. Looking over at the phone, he had to call his brother.
“Hello?” Steven said. Roy could hear the clanking of pots and clicking of dishes in the background.
“Hey, what’s up?” asked Roy breathing heavily still.
“Doing fine, bro, just finished eating dinner. What’s wrong you sound out of breath over there? Did you and Amie get together tonight?” Steven said.
Roy rubbed his eyes in frustration. “I wish I could tell you that, bro, but no, we didn’t get together like that but…I don’t know.”
“What’s wrong?”
“She’s changed, Steven, I don’t know what it is, but man, has she changed from who we knew. I never thought she would do what she did to me just a little while ago.”
Steven was intrigued to find out what she had done. “Well, spill the beans!”
“She came over with dinner and dessert for two. We ate together and it seemed like everything was good. We walked it off outside, went to the barn. I showed her the horses then we walked back to the house and talked some more on the porch. Things were going just great. I was happy to find out about her finding her birth mother and all. Then we went back inside for dessert, which was that caramel brownie sundae she used to make.”
“Oh my God! No way! Damn, I miss those things.”
“Then afterwards we sat on the couch talking about when I was doing construction work, but that’s when it started getting freaky as hell.”
“How freaky? Spill, bro.”
“Too freaky for words, my friend, I don’t know what in the world was going on. I was telling her about the last girl I was with before I left Chicago. She wanted to know every detail. I mean every detail. She asked me every little question like…did I fuck her hard and fast, did she swallow, did she scream my name while I fucked her.”
It got quiet on Steven’s end for a moment then Roy heard him say, “Well, did she?”
Roy started laughing. “That is for my ears and thoughts alone, brother. If you know me so well, then you should figure out the answer. Amie got me so fucking hard it was unbelievable then she got me off just as hard.”
“So what’s the problem? Did you get with her after?”
“No, that’s the thing. After she got me off, she got her things together, walked to the door and said she would see me tomorrow,” Roy said, still in disbelief over the whole ordeal.
“That is wild and cold as hell.” Steven chuckled. Roy could tell he was having fun at his expense. “So what about tomorrow, is she coming over to your place again?”
“Yeah, for dinner again. I asked her if could she bring me dinner for the rest of the week.”
“Then I would get to the bottom of what happened tonight,” Steven told his brother. “But, I do have one question for you, what the hell did she do that got you off so hard?”
Roy laughed. “I honestly don’t even know for sure. She just used her thumb somehow and wow!”
“Wow?”
“Wow and whoa!”
“Damn, that’s insane. I’m going to have to get Sandy to ask her what she did so she can teach it to her then.”
Roy started laughing even harder as he hung up. He turned off the light, lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He was still thinking of what had happened earlier. What the hell would happen tomorrow night?
* * * *
Amie had invited Sandy down to the farmer’s market to pick up fresh produce for her dinner with Roy. She could tell by the way Sandy was smiling and trying not to say something there was something she wanted to say—badly. “What is it, woman? You look like you’re about to pop if you don’t tell me what’s on your mind?” Amie laughed, picking up some tomatoes and checking for
bruises.
“I have to know what in the world you did to get Roy off so hard? Before you ask, Roy called Steven and told him everything that happened last night. He was completely floored,” Sandy said.
Amie couldn’t believe it had gotten back to Steven.
“Did he tell him everything?” Amie asked wide-eyed. Sandy nodded. Amie shook her head again. “Lord, have mercy, Jesus. Let’s just say I learned it a long time ago on my travels.”
“Well, you must teach me how the hell you did it. Steven is even more intrigued than I am…of course.” Sandy grabbed a zucchini from a large pile. “This one is about the right size.” She handed it to Amie. “Show me.”
Amie laughed taking the vegetable from Sandy’s hand. She held the zucchini as if it was a cock and showed her the technique. “It’s all in how much pressure you put on your thumb along his shaft. The more pressure you put on this particular spot…about here, well, the more mind blowing the results are.”
One of the older ladies watching the lesson from the other side of the zucchini bin started to turn a bright shade of pink. Amie and Sandy erupted in laughter.
“Oh my God, how embarrassing was that?” Sandy said wiping her eyes. “What are you going to fix him for dinner tonight?”
“Something light tonight. Fish tacos sound yum and I’ll make some lime sorbet.”
“Why, hello there, Sandy,” said a voice from behind. They turned around to find Susan standing there with a basket hooked on her arm.
“My goodness, is that you, Amie? You haven’t changed a bit. How are things in Atlanta?” she asked.
“Doing really great. The mayor came and visited the place a couple of weeks ago.”
“The mayor. That’s great! Everybody is so proud of you here in town. Did you know Roy came back home?”
Pointing to Sandy, Susan smiled. “Yeah, I figured Sandy would have told you he was home. I went by his place last night to see how he was doing. We talked for a long time up until he got too tired and we decided to hit the sack together.”
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