Adult Education
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As I explored deeper, it hit me with force. I wanted to share my heart with Amy, and I couldn't live without her. I was already lost, and the only path was to double down and get closer to her. So much had happened so fast—but it felt so right.
I explored that for a while. Did I feel any doubt? Was there some hidden warning signal in my heart?
No, you idiot. She's the one for you.
"Thanks," I said aloud, chuckling at myself. "Glad that's settled."
And it was—I could feel that deeply. I rode with that feeling for a while.
With such minor things settled as who I wanted to spend my life with, I could move on to other subjects, like what the hell happened last night. Clearly, Amy wanted to even the score a little. I had been the lead for most of our relationship, and she wanted to turn the tables and take me on a journey. Of course, she nearly lost control when I was lashing her clit. Funny how I was the one tied up, but I had her under my spell.
Under my spell. Maybe that's what she meant when she implied that I had started it last night. Maybe she was responding when she cast her spell on me. Whatever she was doing, she outdid herself.
On the other hand, as I searched my heart, I could feel that she had been working her spell on me for a long time—at least since the day of our party together—and probably much earlier. She had put a lot on the line to bare her soul to me last night. I could still feel the connection to her—something I had never shared with anyone before.
I stopped thinking and just rode home in a sea of feelings and emotions—all good, but also frightening in their intensity.
That evening, I called her.
"Nice to hear your voice," Amy said. "What did you do all afternoon?"
"Exactly what you said. I took a long bike ride and spent some time with my heart."
"And did you learn anything?"
"Yes. Quite a bit, in fact."
"Anything you'd care to share?" Her voice was light and friendly, but I could sense her listening intently.
"It was pretty powerful stuff, Amy."
"Just so you know, I spent the afternoon with some powerful stuff of my own."
I knew that she wanted—no she needed—for me to go first in this little game. And the stakes were high. Double down.
"The first thing I felt, Amy, was a wall of fear. Fear that I was losing myself, and that I could be deeply hurt."
Her voice got very soft. "We have to put great trust in those we care about. It means a lot that you're putting that trust in me."
"I do trust you, Amy. And I pushed past that fear. But the next thing was another form of fear. This time, about me. Could I be sure that I wasn't just falling for you sexually? I mean, I had to admit, the sexual part has been pretty awesome."
Amy's lilting laugh came through the phone. "That's an understatement, and I appreciate the underlying complement. What did your heart tell you?"
"Not to worry. I was falling for the complete package, for all the right reasons."
"I...you...thanks." Amy's voice was thick with emotion.
"One more thing that I'll talk about tonight. I asked my heart if there was some doubt, some warning signal, that I should know about."
"And?"
"Nothing."
"Eric." I could feel the quiver in her voice. The line got real quiet. "Eric—just so you know—my heart is very happy right now."
I could feel her holding back the sobs. "Amy, why don't you share your heart next time? I think we've had a big day and it's probably time for some sleep."
"Thanks, Eric," she whispered. "No...Thanks. Good night."
"Good night, Amy," I answered and cut the connection. She needed the time to herself.
The next morning, I had a message on my phone.
"Can I cook you dinner?"
Easy three-letter answer.
I stopped by the florist and arrived at Amy's door with some flowers. She literally dragged me through the door and crushed me in an embrace. Her words came in a rush.
"Eric. You need to know. My heart feels exactly like yours. What you said—it was so much more than anyone has ever said to me. Do you know how happy I am?"
"It just felt right."
At that, she burst into sobs. My tears followed hers.
"I promised myself that I wouldn't cry," she wailed into my shoulder.
"Amy. You can always be yourself with me." I hugged her tight.
We eventually disentangled, shyly laughing at each other's red-rimmed eyes. Amy led me to a chair and served me a great dinner, her eyes sparkling each time I caught them. It didn't take much insight to see that she was floating on a cloud. I floated with her, barely aware of what we talked about.
When we finished, I thanked her and then I rose to help her clear the plates.
"No," she commanded. "I'm serving you tonight. Your job is to talk to me while I get this put away."
Amy finished cleaning up and came back to me, offering me her hand. She lifted me up and kissed me, then pulled me down the hall and shooed me into the bathroom.
"Meet me in my bedroom in a few minutes. Don't wear too much," she directed. I cleaned up, taking my time, then undressed. I walked back to Amy's bedroom to find it lit with several candles. Amy stood by her bed and beckoned me over.
She slid into my arms. I felt the smooth skin of her back as she kissed me. We shared the pleasures of each other's lips, and then Amy gently pushed me back onto the bed. I lay back while she straddled me and led me through an evening of romantic lovemaking. My main memories were of her eyes, looking deeply into mine as she gently rocked above me, and the smile that played about her face. We never broke eye contact, even as we each twitched in orgasm.
We lay together and talked, then Amy started kissing me again. She eventually turned and straddled my face, leading us through a 69 session that got us both hot and bothered. This time, she lay back and pulled me atop her, and we kissed deeply while we slowly built to another satisfying climax.
Thank you for spending the evening with me," Amy said as we recovered. "I enjoyed getting to look into your eyes the first time, and then feeling your tongue in my mouth the second."
"Any time, Amy," I replied. "I'll do it above, I'll do it below, I'll do it behind, and I'll do it real slow."
"And you'll do it in my house, and you'd probably do it with a mouse," Amy observed drily. "I'd better get these candles out before I have to listen to much more comedy central."
When she got back in bed, I pulled her close.
"Amy. Thank you so much for having me over. You're pretty special, and it's great that your heart is falling for a comedian."
"I wish I could help myself, but I can't," Amy said as she snuggled further into my arms.
I gently stroked her back until she settled into sleep, and then I followed her.
We gave each other a few nights off after all the emotion that had spilled over the last several days. However, I had invited Amy to dinner with a group of friends Friday.
"Only if you agree to come back to my place for a nightcap," she had offered.
"I think I can do that," I said.
Jennifer, with her usual intuition, cornered us at the bar before dinner.
"You two look like you're on a cloud. Things must be going really well between you."
Amy looked down, a blush creeping up her cheeks. I could feel my face getting warm.
"Now, you've told me everything," Jennifer said. "I'll be merciful and leave you alone, Amy. And you, Eric, I trust you're taking care of her?"
Amy and I both laughed—a bit nervously.
"Oh, my, you two are lost. I could ask more questions, but I think I already know the answers." Jennifer's face broke out into a smile. "I can't tell you how happy I am for you both. Now, let's steer the conversation to safer subjects."
"Great idea," I croaked out. Jennifer winked.
We got through dinner without any more awkward moments. We walked up from the car with our fingers intertwined.
"Still want that nightcap?" Amy asked.
"Anything at your place would be great," I answered.
"Anything?"
"You bet, girlfriend."
Amy rolled her eyes and pulled me through her door. She locked it behind her and turned to me.
"Can I be your nightcap?"
"I'd love that, Amy."
She laughed and closed the distance between us. Her soft lips found mine, and we forgot our banter. Her body smoked in my arms, her breath hot and her lips insistent.
Finally, Amy pulled back to look at me. She took each of my hands and drew them behind her to rest on her ass, which squirmed against them.
"Eric. What did you say about being terribly horny and frustrated? I'm feeling that now."
"You mean..?"
"Yes, you know exactly what I mean."
"Let's take it slow," I said gingerly.
"But don't be too cautious," she said. "I want this."
"Need it bad?" I teased.
I explored that for a while. Did I feel any doubt? Was there some hidden warning signal in my heart?
No, you idiot. She's the one for you.
"Thanks," I said aloud, chuckling at myself. "Glad that's settled."
And it was—I could feel that deeply. I rode with that feeling for a while.
With such minor things settled as who I wanted to spend my life with, I could move on to other subjects, like what the hell happened last night. Clearly, Amy wanted to even the score a little. I had been the lead for most of our relationship, and she wanted to turn the tables and take me on a journey. Of course, she nearly lost control when I was lashing her clit. Funny how I was the one tied up, but I had her under my spell.
Under my spell. Maybe that's what she meant when she implied that I had started it last night. Maybe she was responding when she cast her spell on me. Whatever she was doing, she outdid herself.
On the other hand, as I searched my heart, I could feel that she had been working her spell on me for a long time—at least since the day of our party together—and probably much earlier. She had put a lot on the line to bare her soul to me last night. I could still feel the connection to her—something I had never shared with anyone before.
I stopped thinking and just rode home in a sea of feelings and emotions—all good, but also frightening in their intensity.
That evening, I called her.
"Nice to hear your voice," Amy said. "What did you do all afternoon?"
"Exactly what you said. I took a long bike ride and spent some time with my heart."
"And did you learn anything?"
"Yes. Quite a bit, in fact."
"Anything you'd care to share?" Her voice was light and friendly, but I could sense her listening intently.
"It was pretty powerful stuff, Amy."
"Just so you know, I spent the afternoon with some powerful stuff of my own."
I knew that she wanted—no she needed—for me to go first in this little game. And the stakes were high. Double down.
"The first thing I felt, Amy, was a wall of fear. Fear that I was losing myself, and that I could be deeply hurt."
Her voice got very soft. "We have to put great trust in those we care about. It means a lot that you're putting that trust in me."
"I do trust you, Amy. And I pushed past that fear. But the next thing was another form of fear. This time, about me. Could I be sure that I wasn't just falling for you sexually? I mean, I had to admit, the sexual part has been pretty awesome."
Amy's lilting laugh came through the phone. "That's an understatement, and I appreciate the underlying complement. What did your heart tell you?"
"Not to worry. I was falling for the complete package, for all the right reasons."
"I...you...thanks." Amy's voice was thick with emotion.
"One more thing that I'll talk about tonight. I asked my heart if there was some doubt, some warning signal, that I should know about."
"And?"
"Nothing."
"Eric." I could feel the quiver in her voice. The line got real quiet. "Eric—just so you know—my heart is very happy right now."
I could feel her holding back the sobs. "Amy, why don't you share your heart next time? I think we've had a big day and it's probably time for some sleep."
"Thanks, Eric," she whispered. "No...Thanks. Good night."
"Good night, Amy," I answered and cut the connection. She needed the time to herself.
The next morning, I had a message on my phone.
"Can I cook you dinner?"
Easy three-letter answer.
I stopped by the florist and arrived at Amy's door with some flowers. She literally dragged me through the door and crushed me in an embrace. Her words came in a rush.
"Eric. You need to know. My heart feels exactly like yours. What you said—it was so much more than anyone has ever said to me. Do you know how happy I am?"
"It just felt right."
At that, she burst into sobs. My tears followed hers.
"I promised myself that I wouldn't cry," she wailed into my shoulder.
"Amy. You can always be yourself with me." I hugged her tight.
We eventually disentangled, shyly laughing at each other's red-rimmed eyes. Amy led me to a chair and served me a great dinner, her eyes sparkling each time I caught them. It didn't take much insight to see that she was floating on a cloud. I floated with her, barely aware of what we talked about.
When we finished, I thanked her and then I rose to help her clear the plates.
"No," she commanded. "I'm serving you tonight. Your job is to talk to me while I get this put away."
Amy finished cleaning up and came back to me, offering me her hand. She lifted me up and kissed me, then pulled me down the hall and shooed me into the bathroom.
"Meet me in my bedroom in a few minutes. Don't wear too much," she directed. I cleaned up, taking my time, then undressed. I walked back to Amy's bedroom to find it lit with several candles. Amy stood by her bed and beckoned me over.
She slid into my arms. I felt the smooth skin of her back as she kissed me. We shared the pleasures of each other's lips, and then Amy gently pushed me back onto the bed. I lay back while she straddled me and led me through an evening of romantic lovemaking. My main memories were of her eyes, looking deeply into mine as she gently rocked above me, and the smile that played about her face. We never broke eye contact, even as we each twitched in orgasm.
We lay together and talked, then Amy started kissing me again. She eventually turned and straddled my face, leading us through a 69 session that got us both hot and bothered. This time, she lay back and pulled me atop her, and we kissed deeply while we slowly built to another satisfying climax.
Thank you for spending the evening with me," Amy said as we recovered. "I enjoyed getting to look into your eyes the first time, and then feeling your tongue in my mouth the second."
"Any time, Amy," I replied. "I'll do it above, I'll do it below, I'll do it behind, and I'll do it real slow."
"And you'll do it in my house, and you'd probably do it with a mouse," Amy observed drily. "I'd better get these candles out before I have to listen to much more comedy central."
When she got back in bed, I pulled her close.
"Amy. Thank you so much for having me over. You're pretty special, and it's great that your heart is falling for a comedian."
"I wish I could help myself, but I can't," Amy said as she snuggled further into my arms.
I gently stroked her back until she settled into sleep, and then I followed her.
We gave each other a few nights off after all the emotion that had spilled over the last several days. However, I had invited Amy to dinner with a group of friends Friday.
"Only if you agree to come back to my place for a nightcap," she had offered.
"I think I can do that," I said.
Jennifer, with her usual intuition, cornered us at the bar before dinner.
"You two look like you're on a cloud. Things must be going really well between you."
Amy looked down, a blush creeping up her cheeks. I could feel my face getting warm.
"Now, you've told me everything," Jennifer said. "I'll be merciful and leave you alone, Amy. And you, Eric, I trust you're taking care of her?"
Amy and I both laughed—a bit nervously.
"Oh, my, you two are lost. I could ask more questions, but I think I already know the answers." Jennifer's face broke out into a smile. "I can't tell you how happy I am for you both. Now, let's steer the conversation to safer subjects."
"Great idea," I croaked out. Jennifer winked.
We got through dinner without any more awkward moments. We walked up from the car with our fingers intertwined.
"Still want that nightcap?" Amy asked.
"Anything at your place would be great," I answered.
"Anything?"
"You bet, girlfriend."
Amy rolled her eyes and pulled me through her door. She locked it behind her and turned to me.
"Can I be your nightcap?"
"I'd love that, Amy."
She laughed and closed the distance between us. Her soft lips found mine, and we forgot our banter. Her body smoked in my arms, her breath hot and her lips insistent.
Finally, Amy pulled back to look at me. She took each of my hands and drew them behind her to rest on her ass, which squirmed against them.
"Eric. What did you say about being terribly horny and frustrated? I'm feeling that now."
"You mean..?"
"Yes, you know exactly what I mean."
"Let's take it slow," I said gingerly.
"But don't be too cautious," she said. "I want this."
"Need it bad?" I teased.
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