Post date drinks

Back to the parking lot, I tracked Maggie down to drive us back. I gave the bartender all the cash I could withdraw from my tiny camp paycheck. I thanked them both profusely.

Amandy tried to wipe off her grin. Sober back up, turn back into hard-ass Amanda. Heels in hand she climbed into the backseat of the van with me. She pointed to the road, and addressed Maggie. “Don’t look back here or you’re fired.”

“I told her to be discreet. Don’t worry,” I told Amanda.

Maggie pulled out of the parking lot.

Amanda’s lips were immediately on mine. Her hands combed into my hair. So full and soft. She sucked on my bottom lip. I kept my hands to myself. I didn’t want to feel up and grope the boss in front of Maggie.

The van made the turn at the top of the hill. As if on cue, the windows rolled down. Banjos twanged.

“Almost heaven…”

Amanda stopped making out to sing out at the top of her lungs. Maggie and I joined in. The three of us yelling to take me home as the van flew down the country road.

Amanda held my hand throughout. Squeezing. We were both searching for a home. Maybe tonight we found one with each other.

The van skid into the camp parking lot in an explosion of dust.

Amanda cracked her neck. Game face on. No one could know she was drunk. Looking like a model in a little black dress would have enough attention on her. She whispered in my ear. “I want to keep holding your hand, but I can’t. Check in with Deb. Wait ten minutes. Sneak around to the back of the office and I’ll let you in.”

She gave me a kiss. I wanted more. I wanted all the kisses.

Maggie and I walked together. Amanda strut in front like she owned the place.

Maggie squeezed my hand, “How the fuck did you score the queen bitch!? She’s fucking hot.”

“Don’t call her that. She’s actually nice once you get past her frozen exterior.”

“You owe me big time for not telling anyone this juicy gossip. Corn Cob stories are already legendary. I heard about the bartender.”

“This isn’t one of those stories. I actually like her.”

“This is camp. Don’t get your heart broken.”

We checked in. Sal and Deb examining everyone. Deb looked at me, “Do I smell alcohol?”

Too drunk to keep my mouth shut, I responded, “Do I see corn stuck in your teeth?”

Maggie burst out laughing, covering her mouth, “Oh my god!”

Deb pretended like she didn’t know what that meant. She rubbed her tongue along her teeth, “I don’t think so.”

I can’t believe she tried to call me out on being drunk. I had too much dirt on her for consequences.

I walked away with Maggie. She hung on me. Not able to walk straight she was laughing so hard, “The legend grows! Don’t tell me you fucked Deb too.”

“I won’t tell you that but I’ll tell you that Sal watched.”

By morning everyone would know. It was probably a dumb decision. But I was drunk and just made out with the most beautiful woman in the world who actually cared about me.

I waited, then snuck up the back of the office. Amanda let me in. We tiptoed up the steps to her loft. She locked the door.

Her heels already set neatly with her other shoes. Two glasses with ice on the table. The tall bottle ready to be poured.

Amanda presented herself, “Do you want me in this or can I wear something more comfortable?”

I said, “I’m literally wearing someone else’s clothes. If you get into something more comfortable, do you have anything that will fit me?”

She looked me up and down, “I can grab you something from the lost and found.”

“I’ll just stay in this. You can get into something more comfortable though.”

“At least loosen your buttons. Roll up your sleeves. Show me those muscly forearms.” She giggled. “Sorry. Amandy is a little horny.”

She turned around, “Unzip me please.”

I found a small zipper on the back of her little black dress. I undid it. It was totally unnecessary, she could’ve taken off the dress without me doing it. She knew what she was doing though.

She let the dress fall to the floor. “I picked the tiny black g-string with a matching black push-up bra.”

She walked away to the bathroom. I knew she was grinning. I stared at her amazing ass that jiggled when she walked. The tiny black string running up her crack. Incredible.

“Sweet Jesus,” I gasped.

I poured vodka into both glasses.

Amanda came out in a white wife beater, and tiny flannel shorts. Her bra was obviously left hanging in the bathroom. I could see the darkness of her nipples through the white fabric. I couldn’t be more distracted.

Amanda grinned, “Did you like the underwear?”

“Great choice.”

“So it was worth feeling like I had a wedgie all night.”

She sat in the chair across from me. Lifted her legs, set her feet in my lap. We clinked our glasses and sipped.

She apologized, “Sorry if I’m out of practice. It’s been months since I’ve had sex.”

“You’re a pro at building the anticipation,” I said. “I love it. A week without coming has made it even more intense.”

“You didn’t touch yourself thinking of me?” She frowned.

“I thought of you. I just didn’t touch myself. But after seeing your bare ass in person, my imagination didn’t do it justice.”

She laughed, “I’ve seen your dick so many times. I figured that at least you could see my ass.”

We sipped even though we were drunk enough. Just delaying what we both wanted.

I stated my fears. Got it all out there. “If we do this, this isn’t it. I like you. Sex isn’t the goal. I want to be with you.”

An 18 year old saying he wanted to be with a 38 year old. I had no clue about life. I just wanted hers in mine.

She looked down at her glass, then back up to me, “I’ll admit it. I’m horny. I want sex. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard that I forget about my ex and all the shitty things he did. But I’ll almost admit that I like you. I don’t want this to be our last time. I want this to be a beginning. Is that stupid? Is that naive?”

“You’re sounding like me.”

She smiled, “You’re rubbing off on me.”

“Not yet. Just tell me where to aim and I will later.”

She bit her lip, “God I’m too fucking horny.” She downed her drink. She spread her arms, “Take control Corn Cob.”

I downed my drink, and stood up. I lifted her from her chair, “Don’t call me Corn Cob, and I won’t call you ice bitch.”

I kissed her hard then tossed her on the bed. Her tits jiggled in her tank top. “I’m sorry. What can I do to earn your forgiveness?”

I took control. I knew she liked it. “Lay on your back and dangle your head off the bed.”

She looked skeptical but she obeyed, “Like this?” Her luscious brown hair cascaded to the floor.

“Exactly,” I walked over her and unzipped my pants. I pushed them down. I laid my half hard cock down against her face.

“Sweet Jesus this is way bigger up close.”

She wrapped her hand around my shaft , brought my mushroom head to her mouth. Gave me a kiss with her full lips.

She looked up at me, “Watch my pretty mouth. You have such a big cock.”

She opened wide and wrapped her lips around the ridge of my tip. Her tongue swirled around me. Her hand squeezed and jerked me. I groaned, “Goddamn Amandy. Suck that big cock like a pro.”

Her other hand cupped my balls. She went to work. Sucking me down her throat. Such a beautiful sight.

I reached and cupped her big full tits. Lifted her tank top. Played with her nipples. Then I reached into her flannel shorts. Felt her soft pubic hair. Parted her pussy lips. Entered her wetness.

She moaned with my cock in her throat. I fingered her with two fingers. Rubbed her clit. Giving her as much pleasure as she was giving me.

I brought my wet fingers to my mouth. Tasted them. I needed more.

I brought my knees up onto the bed, my dick shoved into her mouth until she gagged. I bent forward giving her relief. I pulled off her shorts.

“You have such a pretty pussy.”

I spread her legs. Kissed down her thighs. Licked and sucked on her pussy. Savoring every part of her. Her sensitive clit that send shivers down her body every time my tongue flicked it.

We 69’d until we both came. I made sure she came multiple times. Squirming and moaning on my cock with each wave of intense pleasure.

Even though I warned her, she kept my cock in her mouth when I exploded. It felt like a gallon of cum pumping out of me. She just kept massaging my balls, stroking and swallowing. A week’s worth in her stomach.

When she was done, I pulled her to me on the bed. Gave her a big kiss. We made out. I tasted my cock and cum on her lips, she tasted her pussy. The makeout didn’t stop.

Amanda sighed, “You’re such a good kisser.”

I replied, “You’re such a good cocksucker.”

She laughed, “So romantic.”

I looked at the clock. Only a few hours until I had to get up. “Can I sleep here tonight? I don’t want to leave yet.”

The alcohol had worn off enough for Amanda to think about the future. “I’m sorry but people can’t see you leaving here in the morning.”

“I understand.”

“Oh don’t look so sad. Next night off, I’ll get us a hotel room. We can cuddle until your hearts desire.”

“It’s a date, then,” I said. Still unsure if she was done with me now that she came.

“It’ll be a date. I’ll let you pick out my undies for it.”

I looked down at her pretty pussy. “I like you with no undies.”

She saw my dick rising. “Oh no. We do not have time for that. Please go. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I got dressed. She gave me a big kiss at the door. I squeezed her ass. “I’m going to touch myself when I get back to my cabin.”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re definitely 18.”

One last kiss and I was out into the night. The stars never looked so bright. Life was just beginning. I could see the rest of it with Amanda.