Interlude: New Years Eve

You took a long hot shower and as images of all of your friends climaxing by your hand danced through your head you were exhausted. It was later than you would normally go to bed and the spectre of your five am alarm loomed. Finally toweling off you made you way to your bedroom but rather than finding Amy already cuddled up under the blankets you found her seated on the bed wearing a sparkly black dress. It was tight to her curves and had spaghetti straps on top and came down below her knees but had a slit that ran almost to her waist. She smiled as she saw you and handed you a champagne flute.

"You almost missed it," said Amy, "five minutes."

"I did almost forget," you admitted, "I've been so busy enjoying my Christmas gifts."

Amy got to her feet and pressed her ruby red lips to yours, "just a taste, you have to wait until midnight to give me the real kiss."

You put your hand on her waist and looked her over, you wanted her so desperately and as the clock ticked down to midnight you stayed close to her, your bodies almost pressed together, her perfume tantalizing.

"Ten," she started counting.

You put the champagne on the nightstand as she counted.

"One," she said, her lips lingering just in front of yours, your hands on her waist, hers on yours.

You pressed your lips to hers, your exhaustion forgotten, your mind consumed with Amy. Your tongues danced as she leaned into you, her hand on the back of your head holding you to her.

"Happy New Year," she said when she'd finally pulled her lips away from yours.

"Happy New Year Ames," you said.

"I know I've been teasing you," said Amy, "but I want to ring in my New Year with you."

You wanted to take her right at that moment but she held up the two champagne flutes and clinked yours with hers. You both drained your glasses and as she put them down she leaned in to you, her lips mere inches from your ear.

"I'm all yours," she barely got the words out before your lips were pressed to hers, your arms wrapped around her.

You moved to her neck kissing her as she fumbled with your belt and pants finally getting them undone. You pulled them off, then your shirt. You pushed Amy onto the bed and pulled up the bottom of her dress taking her into your mouth as Amy gasped. She wasn't hard but still seemed to enjoy the feeling of your lips and tongue on her. You sucked her balls into her mouth teasing them with your tongue before moving further down and tonguing her ass.

"Yes babe," she gasped, "yessss."

She grabbed your hair steering you as you licked her. You pulled away and climbed onto the bed pulling her straps down so her tits were revealed. You took her hard nipple into your mouth and sucked as Amy moaned, her hand finding your hard cock and stroking.

"Enough foreplay," she pleaded, "fuck me."

"You've been teasing me for almost a week," you said pinching her other nipple, "beg for it."

"I need it," she said, "I don't care how you do it I just need you inside me."

"More," you said rubbing her balls as you nibbled on her ear.

"Dave I'll do anything," she said, "after your gifts are all given," she added.

"So you're going to tease me for a few more days?" you said.

"But not tonight, tonight I'm all yours," she said rolling to her side and rubbing her ass back against your cock.

A crueler man may have denied her and gone to sleep but you loved her, perhaps more than you knew and you wanted her with every fiber of your being. A quick application of lube and you were sliding up her tight ass as Amy clung to the bed moaning.

"Thank you," she whimpered working herself back onto you.

This was your favorite position, spooning Amy, your hand on her tit squeezing, your lips on her neck or in her ears whispering how good she made you feel. It was hard and fast but thanks to the marathon you'd just been through it lasted, and lasted. You would hammer her hard until she shivered and cried out before working slowly, your hand was either on her breasts or her cock and balls, she felt so good around you that you were sure you'd given her at least two hickeys.

"Fill me up babe," she said, "I don't know how much more my tight little hole can take."

"Oh I think you can take plenty more," you said.

A devilish smile crossed her lips, "you think I'm just saying it?"

"I know what my beautiful Amy can handle," you said rolling her onto her stomach, you on top of her.

"It's so deep," she gasped.

You abandoned restraint holding her waist as you drove her into the mattress. Amy moaned, and screamed, the entire complex might have heard and you didn't care. She tried to work back on you with each thrust and you finally let her as your climax neared. You rolled her onto her back and slid back in, your lips pressed to hers as you brought yourself to edge. You groaned through the kiss as you flooded as ass and Amy kept her arms around you, her tongue still dancing with yours.

"That was really fucking hot," she said, "watching Riley kiss you through your orgasm looked so good I had to try it."

You lay on top of Amy, your head on her chest, her heart beating softly in your ear.

"Why did you want me to fuck Riley?" you asked after a moment.

"I wanted to pretend I was them," said Amy.

"But you can have me," you said, "however, whenever."

"It's not the same," said Amy, "they can do things with you that I just can't. Doctor Paige could too."

She rolled away from you turning to face away.

"Ames," you said cuddling up behind her, "I'm happy with you."

"I'm not," she said, "I'm happy with you but," she paused, "you wouldn't understand."

You were thoroughly exhausted but even though Amy drifted off a little while later you lay awake staring at the ceiling. You wanted to be supportive but you had no idea how, you would give up Riley or any of them in a heartbeat if it meant Amy would be happy but you had a feeling it wasn't really related. When you finally did drift off it was a restless sleep, you kept waking up expecting to find Amy gone until your alarm went off and she was in fact no longer next to you.

"Ames?" you asked walking through the house, "she wasn't in the kitchen, or the bathroom and right as you were about to panic she came out of her room dressed holding a duffel.

"You're awake," she said, "I wasn't going to leave without talking to you."

Leave? Your mind screamed.

"I'm just going to stay with Sara for a few days," she said, "I owe it to her and I need some time for myself."

"Ames," you said taking her hand, "whatever I did, I'm sorry."

"It's not you," she said, "dysphoria is kicking my ass. I'll still see you for meals, and at night, you still have five days of gifts after all."

You pulled her in for a tight hug, 10 feet, 10 miles, it was too far, but you told yourself it was to help her.