"Amy?"
There she stood soaking wet, pain in her eyes and anger in her voice. Bruce was in awe. He couldn't believe she didn't go through with the wedding. His heart fluttered and ached at the same time. His heart fluttered because 'his' Amy was free standing right in front of him, it ached because he knew that he attributed to some of the pain she was in.
"Why Bruce? Why didn't you come? Why?" Amy began to cry again.
"Come in. You're soaked. Let me get some towels." Bruce spoke gently as he led her into the apartment. Amy walked like a drone. He attempted to get her some towels but she grabbed his arm.
"NO! I want you to give me an answer! Why didn't you show? You're my best friend. You were supposed to walk me down the aisle. You were supposed to tell me I was making the biggest mistake of my life! How could you leave me there alone?" Amy sobbed.
Bruce grabbed her and held her tight. His heart broke seeing the pain she was in. Her day must've been hell. He felt guilty that he didn't call someone to see how the wedding went. If he did, he could've reached out to Amy first. She bawled into his bare chest and clenched him as tight as she could.
"I'm so sorry Amy. Don't cry baby. You did the right thing, Stu was all wrong for you. You are so brave. You did the right thing, I didn't. But I tried Amy. I really did. I couldn't get an answer out of you. I asked you if this was what you wanted. I asked you if you loved him. You have the right to be mad at me. I knew Stu was wrong for you and I couldn't get you to tell me you knew it too. If you would've let me know for certain, I would've moved mountains to stop the wedding."
He felt so responsible even though it wasn't all his responsibility. His eyes welled up with tears. He held her close. It soothed Amy and she stopped crying but held onto Bruce. It felt good leaning on his warm chest. She started to shiver from her damp clothes and the wine wearing off.
"Hey, you're shivering. Let me get you some towels or a blanket."
"No, I don't want you to leave me. I don't want to be alone again." Amy buried her face in his warm chest, refusing to let go.
"Well walk with me while I get something to cover you." Bruce walked backwards to his bedroom.
He grabbed the blanket off his bed and draped it around Amy. It should've be an awkward moment; Bruce and Amy had never been this physically close. Not even when they shared a kiss. It felt intimate.
Amy was in wet clothing against a shirtless Bruce. This was not a position that 'friends' would normally find themselves in. But the feelings between Bruce and Amy had been bordering something outside of friendship for some time. Amy found a solace in Bruce's arms. And Bruce felt right physically comforting Amy.
Bruce could feel Amy loosening her grip. She looked up at him with a drained expression. He could see the emotionally exhausting day she had endured on her face. But even with her red, swollen eyes: he found her beautiful.
"God you're beautiful," he whispered right before he kissed her.
Amy stopped shivering; her body temperature began to rise. It was a kind, caring, soft kiss. Bruce suddenly lifted her, right out of her shoes, so they would stand face to face as they kissed. Amy wrapped her arms around Bruce's head and kissed him back passionately. Soon their kissing became deeper and longer.
Bruce lowered Amy onto his bed and continued kissing her as he tried to remove her from her rain soaked clothing. She stroked the back of his head and neck. They finally broke the kiss. Bruce looked into her eyes, trying to see if she was aware of what was happening. There wasn't pain in her eyes anymore, just pure unadulterated lust.
She pulled her wet sweatshirt off to reveal her delicately laced bra cradling her breasts. Bruce moaned with approval. Amy saw the yearning in his eyes. She had always desired him but felt like Bruce never approved of her physically; Amy was overwhelmed that she could see his desire for her.
He began kissing her neck and moved down toward her breasts. Amy kept her hands on his head and neck, almost guiding him there. He kissed above her bra, around her breasts. Bruce could feel her nipples rock hard. He slid his hands behind Amy to undo her bra.
Amy brought her arms down to remove her sweatpants and underwear. She then reached for his pants. It was difficult to reach them but she was finally able to unfasten them. She clasped his pant legs with her feet and began to slide them off. She was groaning from the pleasure she was feeling; Bruce was keeping busy with her breasts. He was producing sensations in Amy that she had never felt before.
Her body was exquisite. Bruce could never have imagined that her body was so beautiful. She had supple breasts, smooth soft skin. Amy tasted sweet. He never expected to yearn for her so. He was grateful that she had removed his pants; they were becoming painful to keep on.
Bruce slowly moved lower, kissing and sucking Amy's body. She slid her feet into the sides of his boxers and slid them off. Amy arched her back in excitement. Bruce slid his hands down and held her backside. She wrapped her legs around him. She waited in agony, he teased her ruthlessly.
Strong hands massaged her thighs and hips. Bruce kissed all around her pelvis, hips and thighs. Then to her inner thighs. It was as though he was searching for something with his lips. Amy thrashed slightly, waiting anxiously until Bruce found what he was looking for.
Amy experienced pleasure unlike anything before in her life. She now understood how a person could be addicted to sex. Her body rushed with unspeakable sensations. She unconsciously screamed his name and obscenities. There weren't words for what she was feeling. Amy repeatedly begged for Bruce to give himself to her in a very vulgar manner. She clenched his head in her hands and tried pulling him up on top of her. Bruce finally came up for air.
Her behavior had him extremely aroused. Bruce would never see Amy the same; he never heard her say the words she was using, she had clawed his back and shoulders, she moved her hips rhythmically like an exotic dancer. Slowly he crept back up her body, kissing her softly as he moved. He quivered with anticipation of entering her.
Amy kept her legs tight against Bruce; her body was tense, still experiencing the pleasures he had given her. She wondered if the bottle of wine she had consumed earlier played a factor in the euphoria she was experiencing. Amy had fantasized Bruce as a good lover, but this was beyond her wildest dreams. Her heart raced thinking about what was to come; Bruce had reached into his nightstand and seemed to be slipping something on as he caressed and suckled her breasts.
Bruce was grateful that the alcohol wore off; if it hadn't, he might have forgotten to take necessary precautions. And he would've never lasted this long. He was ready to reach the final destination, but he wanted to make sure that Amy desired the same thing. He kissed up to her neck and finally came face to face with her.
Their eyes locked once again: Bruce ready to conquer, Amy ready to be conquered. They maintained eye contact as Bruce slowly entered her. About halfway, Amy grabbed him and thrust her hips up to him –she couldn't contain herself any longer. Bruce moaned with gratification.
Amy shifted to the side, signaling Bruce to slide underneath her. When she was on top of him, she jumped slightly with pleasurable pain; Amy was unaccustomed to his size. As much as she yearned for him, Amy moved slowly; to get used to him. Bruce called her name and moaned in delight from her movement. She then started to pick up the pace.
He held on to the bed for dear life, trying to wait for Amy to climax. Bruce tried to put his mind on something other than Amy. He closed his eyes and his mind tried to find an escape from the pleasure he was receiving. Amy wasn't helping; she was screaming with ecstasy. Not in his wildest dreams would he have envisioned her in this manner. Bruce quickly realized that her screams were indicating she had reached orgasm. He sat up and nuzzled close to her as he joined Amy.
They sat there in the middle of his bed, holding each other. Both were breathing hard and sweating. Amy kissed Bruce's cheek. He turned to kiss her mouth. She let out a slight laugh.
"What?" asked Bruce out of breath.
"That was good. That was 'really' good." Amy said while kissing him.
"Yeah that was phenomenally good. Where did that come from?" Bruce sat up and looked in Amy's eyes attentively.
"Years of pent up desire on my part... And you?" Amy had a mischievous smile. She was dying to hear Bruce's answer.
"I've wanted you since you the day you spoke at my trial. It got worse after we kissed. I just wouldn't come to terms with it. By the time I did, we were working together and involved with other people. I promised myself that if we ever kissed again, I wouldn't dismiss it. But I also vowed that I would wait for you to approach me. I've been forcing myself to maintain a plutonic relationship with you Amy. It's been killing me; I've been in love with you for so long."
Amy's eyes widened. Bruce just professed his love –how crazy! Her mind was racing with the days events. She was supposed to marry Stu that morning and now she just had sex with Bruce. Her life had been pretty unpredictable but this was insane. She pushed the thoughts away; all that mattered now was that she was happy. She was elated.
"You were amazing. I've never had it so good. I'm addicted." Amy started kissing him again.
"I'm addicted too. Your body is exquisite. You are breathtaking Amy."
Bruce gently rolled Amy under him as they continued to kiss. He shifted away from her and pulled the bed sheet up over Amy.
"I'm going to throw away the condom. They can get messy. Do you want me to bring you something?"
"I'm starving. I didn't eat anything all day. Just drank a bottle of wine."
Bruce shot Amy a look of disapproval over what she said and then remembered how she spent her day. He grabbed his pants and the condom.
"Ok let me see what I have." He quickly kissed Amy before heading out of the door.
There she stood soaking wet, pain in her eyes and anger in her voice. Bruce was in awe. He couldn't believe she didn't go through with the wedding. His heart fluttered and ached at the same time. His heart fluttered because 'his' Amy was free standing right in front of him, it ached because he knew that he attributed to some of the pain she was in.
"Why Bruce? Why didn't you come? Why?" Amy began to cry again.
"Come in. You're soaked. Let me get some towels." Bruce spoke gently as he led her into the apartment. Amy walked like a drone. He attempted to get her some towels but she grabbed his arm.
"NO! I want you to give me an answer! Why didn't you show? You're my best friend. You were supposed to walk me down the aisle. You were supposed to tell me I was making the biggest mistake of my life! How could you leave me there alone?" Amy sobbed.
Bruce grabbed her and held her tight. His heart broke seeing the pain she was in. Her day must've been hell. He felt guilty that he didn't call someone to see how the wedding went. If he did, he could've reached out to Amy first. She bawled into his bare chest and clenched him as tight as she could.
"I'm so sorry Amy. Don't cry baby. You did the right thing, Stu was all wrong for you. You are so brave. You did the right thing, I didn't. But I tried Amy. I really did. I couldn't get an answer out of you. I asked you if this was what you wanted. I asked you if you loved him. You have the right to be mad at me. I knew Stu was wrong for you and I couldn't get you to tell me you knew it too. If you would've let me know for certain, I would've moved mountains to stop the wedding."
He felt so responsible even though it wasn't all his responsibility. His eyes welled up with tears. He held her close. It soothed Amy and she stopped crying but held onto Bruce. It felt good leaning on his warm chest. She started to shiver from her damp clothes and the wine wearing off.
"Hey, you're shivering. Let me get you some towels or a blanket."
"No, I don't want you to leave me. I don't want to be alone again." Amy buried her face in his warm chest, refusing to let go.
"Well walk with me while I get something to cover you." Bruce walked backwards to his bedroom.
He grabbed the blanket off his bed and draped it around Amy. It should've be an awkward moment; Bruce and Amy had never been this physically close. Not even when they shared a kiss. It felt intimate.
Amy was in wet clothing against a shirtless Bruce. This was not a position that 'friends' would normally find themselves in. But the feelings between Bruce and Amy had been bordering something outside of friendship for some time. Amy found a solace in Bruce's arms. And Bruce felt right physically comforting Amy.
Bruce could feel Amy loosening her grip. She looked up at him with a drained expression. He could see the emotionally exhausting day she had endured on her face. But even with her red, swollen eyes: he found her beautiful.
"God you're beautiful," he whispered right before he kissed her.
Amy stopped shivering; her body temperature began to rise. It was a kind, caring, soft kiss. Bruce suddenly lifted her, right out of her shoes, so they would stand face to face as they kissed. Amy wrapped her arms around Bruce's head and kissed him back passionately. Soon their kissing became deeper and longer.
Bruce lowered Amy onto his bed and continued kissing her as he tried to remove her from her rain soaked clothing. She stroked the back of his head and neck. They finally broke the kiss. Bruce looked into her eyes, trying to see if she was aware of what was happening. There wasn't pain in her eyes anymore, just pure unadulterated lust.
She pulled her wet sweatshirt off to reveal her delicately laced bra cradling her breasts. Bruce moaned with approval. Amy saw the yearning in his eyes. She had always desired him but felt like Bruce never approved of her physically; Amy was overwhelmed that she could see his desire for her.
He began kissing her neck and moved down toward her breasts. Amy kept her hands on his head and neck, almost guiding him there. He kissed above her bra, around her breasts. Bruce could feel her nipples rock hard. He slid his hands behind Amy to undo her bra.
Amy brought her arms down to remove her sweatpants and underwear. She then reached for his pants. It was difficult to reach them but she was finally able to unfasten them. She clasped his pant legs with her feet and began to slide them off. She was groaning from the pleasure she was feeling; Bruce was keeping busy with her breasts. He was producing sensations in Amy that she had never felt before.
Her body was exquisite. Bruce could never have imagined that her body was so beautiful. She had supple breasts, smooth soft skin. Amy tasted sweet. He never expected to yearn for her so. He was grateful that she had removed his pants; they were becoming painful to keep on.
Bruce slowly moved lower, kissing and sucking Amy's body. She slid her feet into the sides of his boxers and slid them off. Amy arched her back in excitement. Bruce slid his hands down and held her backside. She wrapped her legs around him. She waited in agony, he teased her ruthlessly.
Strong hands massaged her thighs and hips. Bruce kissed all around her pelvis, hips and thighs. Then to her inner thighs. It was as though he was searching for something with his lips. Amy thrashed slightly, waiting anxiously until Bruce found what he was looking for.
Amy experienced pleasure unlike anything before in her life. She now understood how a person could be addicted to sex. Her body rushed with unspeakable sensations. She unconsciously screamed his name and obscenities. There weren't words for what she was feeling. Amy repeatedly begged for Bruce to give himself to her in a very vulgar manner. She clenched his head in her hands and tried pulling him up on top of her. Bruce finally came up for air.
Her behavior had him extremely aroused. Bruce would never see Amy the same; he never heard her say the words she was using, she had clawed his back and shoulders, she moved her hips rhythmically like an exotic dancer. Slowly he crept back up her body, kissing her softly as he moved. He quivered with anticipation of entering her.
Amy kept her legs tight against Bruce; her body was tense, still experiencing the pleasures he had given her. She wondered if the bottle of wine she had consumed earlier played a factor in the euphoria she was experiencing. Amy had fantasized Bruce as a good lover, but this was beyond her wildest dreams. Her heart raced thinking about what was to come; Bruce had reached into his nightstand and seemed to be slipping something on as he caressed and suckled her breasts.
Bruce was grateful that the alcohol wore off; if it hadn't, he might have forgotten to take necessary precautions. And he would've never lasted this long. He was ready to reach the final destination, but he wanted to make sure that Amy desired the same thing. He kissed up to her neck and finally came face to face with her.
Their eyes locked once again: Bruce ready to conquer, Amy ready to be conquered. They maintained eye contact as Bruce slowly entered her. About halfway, Amy grabbed him and thrust her hips up to him –she couldn't contain herself any longer. Bruce moaned with gratification.
Amy shifted to the side, signaling Bruce to slide underneath her. When she was on top of him, she jumped slightly with pleasurable pain; Amy was unaccustomed to his size. As much as she yearned for him, Amy moved slowly; to get used to him. Bruce called her name and moaned in delight from her movement. She then started to pick up the pace.
He held on to the bed for dear life, trying to wait for Amy to climax. Bruce tried to put his mind on something other than Amy. He closed his eyes and his mind tried to find an escape from the pleasure he was receiving. Amy wasn't helping; she was screaming with ecstasy. Not in his wildest dreams would he have envisioned her in this manner. Bruce quickly realized that her screams were indicating she had reached orgasm. He sat up and nuzzled close to her as he joined Amy.
They sat there in the middle of his bed, holding each other. Both were breathing hard and sweating. Amy kissed Bruce's cheek. He turned to kiss her mouth. She let out a slight laugh.
"What?" asked Bruce out of breath.
"That was good. That was 'really' good." Amy said while kissing him.
"Yeah that was phenomenally good. Where did that come from?" Bruce sat up and looked in Amy's eyes attentively.
"Years of pent up desire on my part... And you?" Amy had a mischievous smile. She was dying to hear Bruce's answer.
"I've wanted you since you the day you spoke at my trial. It got worse after we kissed. I just wouldn't come to terms with it. By the time I did, we were working together and involved with other people. I promised myself that if we ever kissed again, I wouldn't dismiss it. But I also vowed that I would wait for you to approach me. I've been forcing myself to maintain a plutonic relationship with you Amy. It's been killing me; I've been in love with you for so long."
Amy's eyes widened. Bruce just professed his love –how crazy! Her mind was racing with the days events. She was supposed to marry Stu that morning and now she just had sex with Bruce. Her life had been pretty unpredictable but this was insane. She pushed the thoughts away; all that mattered now was that she was happy. She was elated.
"You were amazing. I've never had it so good. I'm addicted." Amy started kissing him again.
"I'm addicted too. Your body is exquisite. You are breathtaking Amy."
Bruce gently rolled Amy under him as they continued to kiss. He shifted away from her and pulled the bed sheet up over Amy.
"I'm going to throw away the condom. They can get messy. Do you want me to bring you something?"
"I'm starving. I didn't eat anything all day. Just drank a bottle of wine."
Bruce shot Amy a look of disapproval over what she said and then remembered how she spent her day. He grabbed his pants and the condom.
"Ok let me see what I have." He quickly kissed Amy before heading out of the door.