Constant Surprises (Wrong Numbers Series)

by Bergman, Jamallah

  She seductively inquired, “Like what you see?”

  “Very much so. God, I’ve been wanting this moment forever and now we finally have each other. Damn it. Let me see if I can find a blanket around here. I know I have an extra one around here somewhere,” Roy said going over to a supply locker. He found a clean cotton blanket. Walking back over to the stall, he laid it out on the fresh hay, raised his hand for her to take, and helped her lay down then he hurriedly freed himself of his jeans.

  Roy couldn’t wait to get naked on top of her. He could already hear himself call out her name while he fucked her senseless. He had wanted to be with her forever and now all his fantasies were about to come true. He stepped out of his jeans and stood over her. His cocked jutted out ready and hard as he had ever been in his life. “Come here in front of me, darling, I want to taste you.”

  Her tongue moistened her lips then darted out for his cock. With one hand she slowly started to rub his rod with firm strokes, then she began to kneading it. Her tongue stayed focused on the head of his cock.

  Roy watched her tongue caress his tip, circling around before her soft lips devoured it. God, she was a vision, he thought.

  “I want you to look at me always when you go down on me. It so turns me on looking into your eyes,” Roy stammered.

  Suddenly Amie took all of him in her mouth amazing Roy as her throat grabbed hold of him while she continued sucking. “Shit baby, I didn’t know you could do that, God!”

  Quickly she lay back against the blanket. “Show me what you can do.”

  He couldn’t get between her legs fast enough. He kissed her stomach and over the lace of her panties. “Why are these still on?”

  His fingers curled underneath her ass as he slowly pulled off her panties to reveal a bare mound. Kissing her once again near her bellybutton, she giggled while his lips trailed down to her mound. His tongue then invaded between her slit. He flicked it and she jerked. He lovingly kissed and sucked her pussy. She sighed, opening her legs wider while his hands lifted her ass up to accommodate his mouth.

  * * * *

  Steven was coming from the next town over with some equipment he had gotten for himself and for Roy’s farm. It wouldn’t take him too far out of his way to drop it off now, he thought passing the welcome sign that graced the city line. He was hungry and hoped maybe Roy would have something to eat. Some of Amie’s leftovers would be really good right about now, he thought. Finally, he was on the dirt road that would take him to Roy’s place. When he pulled up to the house he noticed Rick’s truck parked next to Roy’s, which meant Amie was there. He went straight to the house and knocked—no one answered. They probably are in the barn tending to the horses, he thought as he left the porch and headed to the barn. Before he could even open the door, he heard loud moaning coming from inside. Thinking somebody got hurt, he immediately but cautiously walked in. What he saw took his breath away.

  Once he regained his composure, he quietly walked over to the stall next to theirs and watched as his brother fucked the hell out of Amie. Both bodies were sweaty. Her nails created long red marks down his back and ass as she pushed him deeper into her. “Oh Roy, fuck me!” she screamed.

  Roy growled. His fingers tangled in her hair. His face buried into the side of her neck. She gasped as if he was biting her.

  “Get on top of me, baby, I want you to ride me hard now!” Roy demanded rolling them both over. Steven watched Amie lean over Roy, her hands on his chest as her hips moved up and down riding him like he was a bucking bronco. The clapping sound of their hips was rhythmic and seemed to make Steven as hard as Roy. He couldn’t stop watching these two fucking in the stall, even though he knew he should get the hell out of there.

  “Oh fuck, what are you doing to me, baby?” he heard his brother shout. Roy’s hands gripped Amie’s hips pounding faster into her as if whatever she was doing got him too excited.

  “You like that, baby; I told you I knew a couple of tricks. God, you feel so good,” Amie said.

  “Much better than that Beau guy?”

  Amie laughed. “Way better than Beau ever was.”

  “Shit, baby, keep doing that with your pussy for me. God, it feels like heaven.”

  Steven knew he was crazy for watching them, but he couldn’t make himself sneak back out of the barn just yet. Eyes closed, he listened to her moan with each thrust his brother made into her.

  Roy said, “Come for me, baby, I want to hear you scream for me, Amie, you can do it. We are the only ones here.”

  If only he knew that shit wasn’t true, Steven thought as sweat rolled off his brow and neck. He tried not to say a word, but his balls were swelling in his pants. God, he knew she was always a beauty, but never would he have thought she was such a fucking hot vision. He had to get out of there before he was spotted. How could he ever explain himself to either one? What if Amie told Sandy he was nothing but a creeper?

  Slowly and as quietly as he could he crept out of the barn. Hearing her deep and beautiful moans along with the loud slapping of Roy’s balls the entire way. His brother pounded Amie with such force Steven was surprised it didn’t hurt her.

  As he reached the barn door he heard Roy loudly moan. “Amie, oh God!”

  He could only imagine how blissfully wonderful it must have felt to be coming inside of such a sensuous woman. Swiftly he made his way out the door to his truck, started up it up and hauled ass, not looking back.

  Driving towards town, Steven could not get the sight of a naked Amie out of his mind. She had truly blossomed into a gorgeous woman. Not that she was ever anything less than beautiful. He remembered in high school how she always would pass him notes for Roy. He would get so jealous even though he knew there was nothing romantic in them. Amie was just trying to avoid Susan’s wrath. Roy and Amie always insisted they were just good friends, but everyone—even Susan, maybe especially Susan—could see the sparks between the two so-called friends. Roy never made a move on Amie. He was with Susan for most of high school. Yet, because of his brother’s feelings Steven couldn’t make a move on her himself. But then would he? Was he strong enough at sixteen to be a town outcast? He told himself it was because of Roy, but the honest answer is he went with Sandy instead of Amie because he wasn’t strong enough to be with her. Steven chose the safe route, a local girl—a white girl—who wanted children and knew about life on the ranch.

  Sometimes he wished he took the risk. They could have moved to Los Angeles, Chicago or New York. Some place where interracial marriages were more accepted. Oh he loved Sandy, but it was a comfortable kind of love, not an all-consuming love like he felt for Amie.

  When Steven got to the stop light in town, his truck came to a screeching halt. His heart was beating hard in his chest. That experience was the wildest he ever had. He promised himself it wouldn’t happen again. The beeping of a car horn shook him from his fog. He could feel himself getting hard again. Grabbing his phone, he speed dialed Sandy’s number and impatiently waited for her to answer.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, sweetie, where are you?”

  “At home, I just dropped off the kids at Ann’s house for a play date.”

  “Wonderful, I’m on my way home.” What luck! His foot hit the accelerator and he tore through town. When he got home, he saw Sandy standing on the front porch. Steven turned off the truck and made a b-line to his clearly bewildered wife.

  “Hello, Steven. What’s wrong, hon?” she asked. He picked her up and carried her into their room. He laid her on the bed, unzipped his jeans, and hastily pulled them off.

  Sandy asked curiously, “What’s got into you, Steven?”

  “Let’s just say, I thought about you and I got so fucking horny I had to come home and take you,” Steven lied. He watched Sandy rip off her panties without taking off her mini skirt. He got on top of her and slammed into her.

  “Whatever it was you thought about, darling, keep thinking about it,” Sandy said.

  He kissed her hard,
almost bruising her lips. She gasped as he relentlessly continued to pound her pussy with his cock. God, he had never been horny like this before in his life. All he could imagine was the couple in the barn. He pumped into her deeper, harder, and faster. His cock was throbbing so hard he could feel it in his ears. His lips and teeth marking her neck in a line up to her ear. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

  He moaned over and over again. “I love you, I love you!”

  Each time it seemed he said it, his rhythm increased, and his moans climbed louder and louder. As fast as it started it was over with both of them screaming from powerful orgasms.

  “Holy shit,” Steven murmured. They started to laugh. Looking up at her Steven asked, “How long before you have to pick the girls up?”

  “Don’t have to pick them up for another hour,” Sandy said. “I am ready for whatever you have to dish out.”

  “Ride me, baby doll,” Steven ordered, fearing he would never be satisfied again until he fucked Amie herself. Something he knew he could never do.

  * * * *

  It was getting chilly in the barn, so Roy scooped up Amie and carried her inside. She thought it was hilarious he picked her up while they were still naked. Thankfully, they were far out; it would have been a sight for the neighbors to see.

  Once they started making love, they couldn’t get enough of each other, exploring each other’s body. Roy lay on his back with Amie beside him. Fingers ran along his hair, scalp, and forehead as she traced his dark eyebrows and lightly touched his long eyelashes. He closed his eyes then opened them up again, revealing those beautiful baby blues now studying her closely. Her finger ran along the ridge of his nose and when she came to the tip, went, “Beep.” They both laughed. She continued touching what now belonged to her.

  Amie watched her fingers play along his lips—lips that touched and tasted her earlier. Lips that kissed her fingers and smiled with affection for her. She continued her exploration. Her fingers caressed his jaw line, running its length as he stretched his neck up for her to trail down it ever so gently with her nails. Then her fingers lightly ran down his chest to the middle of his well-toned stomach. The trail led straight down to his cock.

  Roy sat up while her fingers tenderly touched him. Reaching over he kissed her cheek then rested his head back on her chest. He studied her stroking him. “Oh, baby, damn you are getting me so hard. What are you doing to me? Tell me what you want to do now?”

  “You’re so beautiful, Roy,” Amie said stroking him. “I just want you just like this, darling, nice, hard, and throbbing wanting for release. But I won’t release you just yet, darling, not until I find something out from you.”

  “Sure, baby, what would you like to know?” Roy asked.

  “I want to know more about this threesome you had with Marcie, what was her boyfriend’s name?”

  “Jonathan…Jonathan Sutton.” She pinched his nipple. He bucked and a moan escaped his lips.

  “Tell me what else you guys did together.” Leaning over she delicately kissed his cheek making her way towards his earlobe. Her tongue and lips tenderly kissing him.

  “How am I going to concentrate on telling you with you nibbling on my ear?”

  “Just try, baby, I need to know.”

  “She sat on Jonathan’s face and while he ate her out she was sucking on my cock. Marcie sure could go down on a man. She was just like you, a pro, but then she got so into him eating her out…we stopped. I kissed her until she came. Then she went back to sucking me off while Jonathan fucked her. I then got a turn to fuck Marcie. This went on for hours then we went into the shower.” Amie was getting turned on hearing about his escapades. She pinched the tip of his cock. Roy jumped.

  “Then she wanted us both at the same time.”

  “She wanted you both…you mean double penetration?”

  “Yeah, shocked us both cause we were both thick and didn’t want to hurt her. But she wanted it, and what she wanted Marcie got. Damn, did she ever.”

  “Did you fuck her pussy or ass?”

  “Her ass. God, it was so tight it felt like heaven when she gripped me. I never came so hard before in my life.”

  Amie was getting wetter by the moment. She whispered in his ear, “Baby, I want you to fuck me in the ass just like you did her that night.”

  Hastily he grabbed her waist and laid her down on her stomach. He leaned over her and kissed her lips, her fingers tightly gripping his hair. “I’ll be gentle with you, baby.”

  Amie said, “I want you to be rough with me, sweetie, I can handle it. I enjoy it rough.”

  Roy grabbed the pillow at the head of his bed and had her tuck it underneath her stomach, so he could gain easier access to her sweet ass. He opened her cheeks and slowly entered her. Feeling every inch of his shaft filling her tight hole was like heaven. She moaned and he leaned up against her, completely buried in her balls deep. She was contracting around him.

  “Shit, baby, you feel amazing,” he said.

  He reached over and grabbed a vibrator she had casually laid on the night table. He turned it on and plunged it into her hot wet pussy. Primal screams came from her.

  Amie’s head rested on his hand, which was pinning hers down. The motion of his hips was slow and steady; her thick hair covered her face and he lightly brushed it back to see her face. Her eyes were glazed over with the passion.

  “Just like that, baby, don’t stop!” she pleaded.

  He slammed into her over and over again. Her hole contracted tightly around his hard cock. The vibrator staying in rhythm.

  “Oh, baby, God you feel so good, your ass is gripping my cock so tight.” Their fingers were tightly entwined as her ass jiggled with each thrust. Her throat let out sobs and cries of an orgasm. She screamed, “I love you, oh God, I love you, Roy!”

  Her body shook beneath him. Roy was moaning, panting as he thrust deeply into her one…two…three…four more times before he was moaning out her name into the back of her neck in the ecstasy of an orgasm.

  Once he caught his breath, he lay by her side, pulled her next to him and held her close.

  “Have you ever thought about moving back home?” Roy asked.

  Amie didn’t say a word at first for she had to catch her breath. Finally she said, “You know, my dad had asked me the same question. I told him that I probably would when I was old and settled down, but my restaurant is my life right now.”

  “I understand what you mean, darling,” Roy said trying to hide the sadness in his voice.

  Amie stared into his eyes. “You want me back home, don’t you?”

  “Of course I do. I want you here with me. I’ve always wanted that for us for as long as I can remember. I want us to be together.”

  “But we are together.”

  “For this week and that’s all, Amie darling, don’t you understand? I want us to be together forever. I want to marry you.”

  “Oh, Roy, I think my heart just skipped a beat. It is a dream come true to hear you say that. Truly it is. I’ve wanted you to say that for so long but I don’t know what to say. My life is in Atlanta right now…my restaurant…my lifestyle…is all there.”

  “But our love is right here, darling. Don’t you see that? Our love for each other is right here, in this house…in this town. Listen, I want you to think about this. I don’t plan on rushing you, but I really want you to think about us being together and you moving in with me. Hell, I would be okay even if you found a place in town to live or just to have another restaurant. I don’t want to lose you ever again, Amie, now that I’ve got you.”

  Taking her face in his hands, Roy kissed her lips at first gentle then he slowly deepened it until they were once more making passionate love.

  Chapter Eight

  Sandy had been smiling like a Cheshire cat the entire time they were eating sundaes outside Dairy Queen. Amie couldn’t help but giggle. Sandy had been sitting with a goofy look on her face for the past hour, and her sundae had morphed into a milkshak
e. “Sandy, Earth to Sandy, please back to Earth.”

  Finally, Sandy came back to reality and looked over at a smiling Amie, who asked, “What happened to you, Smiley Sandy? That is your name from now on, you know.”

  “I don’t know what happened the other day, but Steven came home horny as hell and fucked me senseless. I had to call up Ann and ask if the girls could stay another thirty minutes. We hadn’t made love like that since we first got together. I don’t know what got into him. I kept asking him but he wouldn’t tell me. I honestly don’t even care.” Sandy laughed. “So, what’s been going on with you and Roy?”

  “Roy wants me to stay here with him and get married.”

  Sandy started getting excited, but Amie cut her off. “He wanted me to think about it because I told him that I had my restaurant and everything back in Atlanta.”

  “But you have him here, Amie. It’s what you’ve been wanting your whole life. It’s totally different here than it was when we were growing up. We have a diverse culture now with a whole mix of families. So it’s not like you’re going to be an outsider again,” Sandy assured her.

  Sandy was right; she had noticed how even though the town was the generally the same, there had been gradual changes since her youth. There were people of all races—Black to Asian to Mexican and everyone in between, enjoying life. She just couldn’t jump the gun just yet. She had to really think about things before she decided upon something so big as moving back home and marrying Roy. “I’ve got time to think about it, Sandy, and whatever decision I make, I’ll let him know first.”

  * * * *

  Friday came and the festivities for the reunion started with a football game at the high school. Everybody who Amie had ever known in Herington was there.

  “I can’t believe you’re a restaurateur, this is so amazing. Do you mind if I come and do an interview with you at your restaurant next week? I work for Bon Appetit magazine and an article would bring more business to your restaurant,” asked Robin Crosby, who was a cheerleader back in high school. Robin went into her purse, took out a card, and handed it to Amie. “Just give me a call and let me know when. I live in Midtown now after moving from New York. I’ll bring a photographer with me so we can take pictures of your food.”