A romantic date planned by Amy

The week passes in a blur. All you can think about is the upcoming Friday evening, and stressing over things like what to wear, what present to bring, and literally everything else. For some weird reason, the thought of doing some mystery activity is even more nerve-racking than planning it yourself! The times when you pass each other around school, Amy only gives a cheeky wink, before passing by with a spring in her step. She's very secretive about the details of the date: all you know is the time and meeting place.

When the day finally arrives, you meet in town. Amy is simply stunning, in an elegant backless red dress, carrying nothing but a matching small red purse.

“Well, here I am,” you say. You're ten minutes early, but she's still there before you. With her usual jokes and flirtation, you quickly find your rhythm with one another. However, you're surprised when Amy leads you out of town, on foot, up the nearby hill, the dusk light providing just enough illumination for your footing, as you chatted animatedly the whole way. You're even more surprised when she leads you off the path, up a barely discernible animal trail, but no matter how much you pester her for an explanation, she only teases you back.

Finally, you emerge into a large clearing, now lit by a crescent moon. At the very crest of the hill, lit by a Victorian gas lamp, is a single wicker basket, and a red picnic blanket laid out next to it.

“Come on!” Amy says with cheerful impatience, taking your hand in hers – so slender with the length of her smooth arm shining in the moonlight – and leading you up to the basket. You are speechless. It doesn’t help when she opens the basket to reveal spotless silver cutlery and a treasure trove of food, the smell of delicious cheeses and fresh baguette rolling over you.

“How did you –”

“Just eat,” she says with a laugh. The food is just as delicious as it smells, but you can barely spare the attention to appreciate it with this wondrous young woman sat next to you, whom throughout the meal you notice sneaking you seductive, hungry looks between laughs. As you chat and eat, she gradually sidles closer to you, but so slowly that neither of you notice until her hand accidentally rests on yours. Nervously, Amy looks down at your hands and then back up at you, but as you grin at her she relaxes, her dazzling smile returning once again.

Finally, the last of the creamy yoghurt is consumed, and you remember that you are alone on the peak of a hill, as Amy extinguishes the lamp, allowing your eyes to adjust to the twilight.

“Wow, look at the stars,” you say, lying back on the blanket.

“They’re amazing,” she agrees, glancing upwards with wonder as she lies down. She quickly turns back to you. “Do you know any constellations?”

“Not many,” you sigh. “The Plough, Orion… that’s about it, I’m afraid.”

Amy nudges you good-naturedly. “That’s two more than me.”

“I do wish I could learn more of them,” you comment.

“Same. There’re so many things I would like to know…” A single finger lazily traces over your chest… “…so I feel that when I get the opportunity to learn something new…” …working its way down towards your gradually tenting crotch… “…I just have to take it.” The finger just misses, sailing over your trousers. Now she's leaning over you, her chest arching to expose the tops of her breasts to your gaze.

“I know what you mean,” you reply, gathering your thoughts. “So much undiscovered potential…” You glance down at her cleavage. “It’d be a crime to let that pass by.”

“So –” Amy leans towards you, “– I suggest we learn a little more about each other.”

Her delicate pink lips are inches from yours.

“Let’s do it then,” you whisper.

Your mouths crash together, all the pent-up desire that you've been holding for months being channelled into a passionate, glorious kiss, each of you ravenously trying to consume the other’s lips. You hold Amy close, feeling her shoulder blades moving under her soft skin as she frantically kisses you. her desire is totally overwhelming, as if the floodgates holding back her horniness have exploded under the pressure, now physically ripping off your shirt to urgently caress and kiss your chest, before moving back to your lips and passing her tongue through into your mouth, which is writhing with exhilaration.

Suddenly she pulls back, panting, leaving you savouring the sweet taste of her lips and tongue. As you lay back, she stands up, absent-mindedly squeezing her breasts together with a gentle moan.

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” she says seductively, still a little out of breath. “I’ve wanted to give myself to you ever since my birthday, Michael. So now – take me.”

With a teasing smile, she reaches behind her neck and slowly undoes the knot holding the straps of her dress up, allowing the silky red garment to fall to the ground.

Her nude body shines in the starlight, as your eyes drink in every curve of her body. Her breasts are larger and perkier than you had imagined, nipples proudly erect. Moving down, her delicate, thin stomach curves inwards and then back out to balanced hips, beneath which is a shaven pussy, already dripping onto her slender thighs. You surely must be the luckiest man alive.
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Hips swaying, she walks slowly towards you, straddling your body and pinning you down.

“Or… I’ll take you,” she says dangerously.

Before you know what is happening, she undoes your trousers and pulls your underwear off with them, allowing your cock to spring up, straight and hard. Without even waiting, she plunges her pussy down, impaling herself on your cock with an exclamation of pleasure. Her elegant legs working hard, she slides up, then down, already letting out moans of delight.

“I’m so lucky I get to ride this cock,” Amy manages to get out between moans, never letting up.

“Why?” you gasp. Her pussy is just the right fit for your cock, clenching firmly around it but not too firmly, and the pleasure it gives is incredible.

“All the girls want you,” she says with a grimace, clearly holding back a moan.

“I don’t understand,” you say, breathing heavily. “What makes me stand out from other guys?”

“You’re just so – incredibly – sexy!” She replies, punctuating each word with a thrust down on your cock. “Every – single – girl in our year sees it, and every – single – one – wants – to – fuck – you, even the lesbians, if you can believe that.”

You are perplexed, but your brain is far too busy processing the unbelievable pleasure coming from your penis to think any further about it. Instead you focus on her breasts, bouncing up and down in front of you, and the sexy way she is biting her lip from the pleasure. Grabbing the firm, narrow line of her waist with one hand, and one breast with the other, you simultaneously guide her up and down, squeeze her, and finger her nipple.

The pleasure is clearly getting to be too much for Amy, as her moans raised in pitch and became louder and louder, until with a shudder and a scream of joy she orgasms. You expected she would become quieter after that – but instead her pleasure just seems to keep mounting, and she rocks up and down faster and faster. Taking a breast in each hand, you squeeze and massage them, and in a second she orgasms for a second time, even more violently than the first, her cum seeping onto you – and yet she still kept going!

“I just can’t stop,” she gasps, bouncing up and down. “I need this cock so bad, I just can’t stop! Please Michael, cum for me! Unload your hot sperm deep in my pussy! Oh Michael, please cum! Cum for me!”

Unable to believe the insane amounts of pleasure your body is experiencing, you move both hands down to her waist, and help guide her as she furiously bounces on your cock, her pussy juice literally gushing over you as she orgasms for a third time, then a fourth, then a fifth, and then…

Your cock erupts, releasing cum deep inside her. You had no chance of pulling out – Amy was locked firmly onto you.