"Amy, I love you" Rory said it so easily. Amy knew what a terrible liar he was. That made the ease with which he professed his love all the more terrifying.
Rory was also surprised by how easily he'd said it. He'd only been holding those three words in for 10 years. Rory kissed her as he moved his hands over her body. Amy wrapped her long legs around him and smiled.
"I love you too, Rory" Amy wanted him to know it was true. Rory knew what a good liar she was. She bucked her hips up as a signal for him to push back. Slowly he pushed himself inside her. Amy closed her eyes and smiled. She looked so content and serine while Rory on the other hand started breathing heavy and his eyes were wide open in amazement. Amy moaned quietly as she put her arms around him and brought him down to kiss her.
Rory moved inside her very carefully. Partly from inexperience but also from fear that he might cum inside her at any moment and ruin the whole experience too quickly. All the times Rory had dreamt about fucking her and now it was actually happening. It would have been perfect if she wasn't drunk.
Amy chuckled noticing Rory meticulously calculating every move he made. "Don't be afraid. You're not going to hurt me or anything"
"Sorry, I'm still new at this." Rory smiled and kissed her again as he cupped her breasts in his hands. He kissed her down her neck as he started moving faster. He started kissing her breasts and Amy arched her back as she felt his tongue toying with her. It was making her so wet.
Rory could feel her tightening up around his cock as he played with her nipples. "Oh wow, you really like that, huh?"
"Yeah" Amy chuckled and blushed.
She looked so beautiful lying beneath him and it felt so good inside her Rory couldn't contain himself much longer. "I'm going to..." Rory felt too out of breath to speak.
"Cum inside me" Amy whispered.
As if it had been on her command; Rory came inside her. He rolled off her and laid beside her trying to catch his breath. He looked over to see Amy smiling. "Amy?" He propped himself up on his elbows.
"Uhmm" Amy acknowledged him with a sleepy, contented sigh.
"Did you... finish?" Rory wondered even though she looked more than satisfied.
"Are you worried I didn't enjoy myself because I definitely did. I mean, you finished so my work here is done." Amy yawned and stretched as she cuddled up next to him.
"You can't be the only one doing the work, right?" Rory wanted to make her cum. He wasn't going to leave her without making her climax. "I couldn't live with myself if I just left you... unfinished." He explained.
"You really think you can finish me off, Rory?" Amy sounded like she was daring him. "It's a bit different for girls. To be honest..." Amy leaned in and whispered "..I only really orgasm when I do it myself. You know what I mean?"
"Let me try." Rory ran his fingers down her stomach and stopped right past her navel.
"Really?" Amy watched as Rory moved his hand between her legs and started slowly massaging her clit. "I thought you said you'd never done this before" Amy bit her lip as she began to arch her back.
"I haven't but that doesn't mean I don't understand how a cliterus works." Rory smiled as he watched Amy's chest begin to heave up and down. He could feel her getting wet.
"It that what they've been teaching you in nursing school?" Amy joked through short breaths.
"Yeah, clitoral stimulation is right there next to CPR in the textbooks." Rory joked.
Amy laughed as she moaned with pleasure. Rory started to move faster causing Amy's cries to grow louder and louder. "Sshh. You'll wake everyone up" Rory whispered as he put his free hand over her mouth while the other one made her orgasm. Rory felt his hand get soaked as Amy let out a deep groan and dug her fingernails into Rory's arm. "Sorry" Rory whispered as he uncovered Amy's mouth.
"No, don't be sorry" Amy chuckled a little embarrassed by how she'd wet the bed with her cum. "But we should get out of here before Jeff figures out who ruined the sheets in the guest room." They chuckled giddily as they put their clothes back on like they were little kids at a sleepover. Like how they used to be when they were 7.
Rory went to the bathroom at the end of the hall to wash his hands. Amy leaned up against the doorframe for support but she crossed her arms to make it seem like she meant to do that. "So you driving me home? If it's no trouble, I mean." Amy smiled.
"Yeah, sure. It's no trouble. What are friends for?" Rory smiled as he dried off his hands on a towel hanging by the shower.
"Friends are for clitoral stimulation, apparently." Amy laughed.
"Ssshh" Rory looked around.
"Don't get all coy now." Amy bopped him on the nose with her pointer finger. "Besides, there's no one else here" Amy had hardly finished her sentence when a guy in a vomit covered shirt came out from behind the shower curtain.
"Whaaaaat?!" He said as he stumbled out of the bathtub. It was a boy from school they didn't know too well.
"Umm are you ok..." Rory couldn't remember his name.
"Scott" he replied. "And I'm fine, mate. Totally fine!"
"Are you sure? You look like you've been sick" Rory looked at the vomit on his shirt as if it didn't faze him while Amy on the other hand was holding back gags. A little vomit doesn't really faze someone after nursing school.
"You mean this?" Scott pointed at the vomit on his shirt. "No, mate! This isn't mine"
"So... you're ok right?" Rory had to make sure he was fine before he left.
"Man, just go. I'm perfectly fine." Scott smiled and looked at Amy. "Besides, I heard her say she wanted you stimulate her clit so you should definitely get on that."
"He's already been on that. That's why he's in here washing his hands." Amy laughed as she watched Rory's face flush.
"Whaaaat!?" Scott exclaimed again.
"She's obviously really drunk so we have to go." Rory took Amy by the arm and quickly took her downstairs. "You can't go around telling everybody, Amy" Rory whispered as they walked out the front door of the house and back to his car.
"I'm sorry, I'm drunk" Amy smiled.
"Yeah, I know." Rory suddenly felt this strange guilty feeling at the pit of his stomach. He wondered if he'd just made a huge mistake. What would Amy think of him when she sobered up?