I met Amy when she was 16. I was visiting her sister (who would later be my wife) after our first year of college. Amy had never been kissed, and she remained a virgin all the way through college and beyond. I loved that about her, that she just never had a real boyfriend out of bad luck or awkwardness, and so never banged a dude, even though she was a very pretty girl. I mean, nobody actually hates on a virgin. A few years later, I moved in with my girlfriend into her rented house in San Francisco, and Amy moved in a week later, with two other girls in the other rooms. I got to see Amy in her short pajamas and even just a towel, I got to dance with her in clubs with all of her friends, and every year I fell in love with her more. Sometimes it was just the two of us lounging around the house, and she never knew how much those minutes meant to me. She looked a lot like my girlfriend, short with bright red hair, but Amy had big juicy titties and a personality 100% different than her sister.
I wanted to fuck her brains out but I also wanted to run away to a different country with her and make her my wife. I wanted to take her virginity, and I often stroked my rock-hard cock laying in bed thinking about Amy, directly above me in her bedroom, with my girlfriend asleep next to me. Finally one night, at age 25, Amy brought home a friend of a friend, and he fucked her good and loud, the bed creaking right above me. I lay awake masturbating, and came all over myself right as his pounding climaxed. I was sad and angry and jealous and so turned on. I almost couldn't look at Amy for a few days, and by that she knew that I had heard her get fucked for the first time.
I fantasized about Amy more than anyone else for about 20 years. After moving out of the city, we still had vacations together and holidays with my wife's family. I watched her intently when we were together, looking at her skin, into her eyes. I wanted her to know I loved her, and I said it a few times over the years. I loved her hugs and got into the habit of kissing her on the cheek, very softly and close to her ear. I can't even guess how many loads I shot while saying - I love you Amy. One time we were visiting at her house and I was making scrambled eggs for me, my wife, and Amy. They were outside on the patio and her husband was gone, and I pulled out my cock and stroked it watching Amy. I shot my cum into to the frying pan and pulled up my pants. I mixed in the eggs and put them on the stove and cooked them up. I still remember Amy looking me straight in the eye with a mouthful of eggs saying they were cooked so perfectly, just the way she liked them.
Right before my marriage broke up, I got drunk at Amy's 40th birthday party and cornered her in the restaurant. I told her I had always loved her, and then I stopped talking before I made it even worse. She didn't know how to respond. My divorce wasn't terribly bitter but still I never got the opportunity to talk to my brother-in-law or Amy again, except once at a funeral.
8 years later, I am divorced a second time, 50, and single. I fuck lots of kinda-hot 51 year olds on bumble and tinder. My ex wife told me one day that Amy was getting divorced and coming down to stay with her for a couple weeks while her husband moves out. I was sorry to hear it, he was a great guy and a good dad. And then I realized that Amy and I are going to both be single for the first time ever. She will fuck me. I will make it happen. My brain vibrates with anticipation.
Amy got to town, and very soon we were reunited when I go to pick up my daughters at my ex's. I gave her a hug that lasts a full minute, both of us holding each other too tight, perfectly still, an expression to each other of love and devotion in hibernation all these years. But after that, there is nothing to talk about. Her pain is fresh, she came to visit her sister, I can't make a move.
Two months pass and their divorce is filed, and Amy comes to visit her sister again. When I see her, I give her another crazy long hug and stare into her eyes afterward. I tell her, "if there's anything I can do for you, just let me know." She looked at me, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. I boldly continued, "Even if you just want someone to hold you and tell you how pretty you are."
Amy blushed and squeezed my hand. "I love you, Tim. It's so good to see you again."
Two days passed, I jacked off at least 5 times, calling out Amy's name as I spurted. I fantasized about seeing her pussy for the first time and rubbing my throbbing head along her wet lips while I stared into her beautiful eyes. Just like long ago, that did it for me. Except this time it was going to happen for real. My phone buzzed, and it was a text from Amy. It was 9 pm.
I could sure use a hug right now. Where are you?
Holy shit. I texted back,
At home chillin
Can I over and talk?
And I texted her my new address. She arrived in only 20 minutes, smelling like wine. When I opened the door, we fell into another silent embrace. I finally pulled away and led her in to the couch. I sat her down and held both her hands.
Amy, I can't even describe how good it feels to see you again. I'm sorry for what you're going through. And I'm glad you came over here, it means a lot to me.
She leaned in to rest her head against my neck, and I laid one hand on her thigh.
"And I've been waiting so long for..you" I said.
She turned her face up to me and I kissed her. She held perfectly still for 4-5 seconds, letting me do what I wanted. Then her lips started to move with mine, and then her tongue. We were soon kissing like we had been lovers for years. She stopped to look at me, and I put a hand, finally, on her breast, like I had wanted to do for 25 years. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back and I kissed her neck. When we finally fucked that evening, it was as deep and romantic as a bride and groom on their wedding night. We stared at each other's eyes, mesmerized in the deepest love, as I pumped her sweet pussy full of cum, living my sweetest dream come true. I still love you Amy.