The Fire Burns

It was night, and Amy and I were sitting by the fire. It cast a orange glow onto us, and occasionally emitted bright sparks. The atmosphere was pleasant and relaxed as Amy leaned on me, watching the fire as though it were slightly intoxicating. It seemed strangely quite, although it was not an awkward silence, it was still noticeable.

I looked away from the fire, my eyes resting on my girlfriend Amy, who stared intently into the fire. To me she is perfect- short, shaggy blonde hair, big blue eyes, a tan that never seemed to fade. Her perky 36C breasts suited her frame perfectly. She had long, slender legs that went forever with a tight pussy that would please any sane man. I slowly ran my fingers up her arm, causing her to get goose bumps. A small smile formed on her lips but she didn't look away from the fire.