"Because you didn't turn your back on me, you didn't try to fuck me when I passed out and there's ... I don't know ... there's something about you, Edward, that I trust."
"Good thing you couldn't read my mind about the carnal adventure I wanted to have with you when you were sleeping next to me in the car", the little voice between his legs spoke out again.
As they drove up the winding road to Edward's house, Ami rolled down the window and took a deep breath. “Ahhh, fresh air."
"Welcome to my humble abode.” They drove across a small gravel area, and Edward parked the car. “My parents are probably asleep now. It's late."
"I'm usually just getting up about now.” Ami looked across the darkness. There were no bright city lights, no tall buildings cramming people into a huddled mass. It was dark, really dark. The moon was the only light. She turned toward a small porch where Edward was heading.
Part of Ami knew this was every woman's worst scenario. She was setting herself up for a “situation". Going to a man's house, not knowing why, not understanding how she got here. Of course she did have a small two-shot pistol and a can of pepper spray in her bag. If her female intuition wasn't tugging at her like this, she would have stayed at the restaurant.
Going inside, Ami glanced around the small house. It was no bigger than some hotels she had stayed in. There was a couch and loveseat by a large brick fireplace and on the far wall was an enormous TV screen. Men and their toys, she thought.
"Cable went out yesterday, but they'll have it rewired later in the week. Sorry about that.” Edward shrugged.
"It's all right. I don't watch too much TV anyway."
Edward pointed out different things in the place, but Ami was oblivious and just nodded. She was exhausted, confused and in that little zone between the now and the end. She needed sleep. Then she looked to her left where she assumed a dining area was and gasped.
"That ... that is beautiful.” She was staring at a pristine baby grand piano resting in the center of the small room. “I haven't seen one of these in such good shape for a long time. Do you play, Edward?"
"No, my mom did. She still does every now and then, but she used to all the time when I was growing up."
Ami brushed her hand along the edge of the piano and smiled at the comforting feel. As a child she'd found solace at the keyboard of a piano. Her emotional outlet through the awkwardness of being a teen was the music and the words she sang. Music was the one constant in her life. No matter what else happened around her, good or bad, the echoing sound from a piano would comfort her mood. She was in a nice state of mind now. Her worries were more in control and with a deep breath, she let herself feel at peace.
"The bathroom is right there and has a door to the bedroom too. You want to see the bedroom?"
"Not so fast, mister.” Ami wasn't ready for him to take her to bed for some cheap sex. She might consider a good fucking but she was going to be the one to say when, not him.
"I just want to show you where..."
She interrupted Edward mid-sentence, holding up her hand and shaking her finger like a mother. “I knew this was a bad idea. You're going to kidnap me or something. At first we'll kiss and hug, then you'll want me to blow you. After that you'll expect some fast and furious fucking. Then you'll tie me up in your bedroom and rape me repeatedly. You'll act out all your sick perverted fantasies on my naked body. Is that what you're planning? Is it?” She smirked and squinted at him.
"No. I'm not like that."
"Why not? You don't like women? I'm not attractive? Are you gay?"
"No, I'm not gay either. Look, I asked you to stay here so you can sleep in my room. I'll crash on the couch after I start a fire. There's a lock on the door if you're worried. Just try to get some sleep and we'll figure out what you want to do tomorrow morning."
"Oh, all right.” She smiled tiredly and winked at him. “I was all up for some sex but since you aren't, I'll just get some sleep. Goodnight Edward.” She stepped into the bedroom and slowly closed the door.
Edward lit the fire and lay back on the couch. He looked up and saw a dim figure in the darkness. It moved closer, out of the shadows and Edward could see it was Ami wearing one of the concert shirts he'd bought.
Funny, the shirt had Ami's face on it. She reached along the hem and slowly peeled it off over her head.
She stood naked before him, her perfect breasts swaying, her nipples tight and erect. His eyes moved down to her abdomen and the glittery diamond jewel in her bellybutton. A perfect place for his tongue to play later. His hunger grew as his gaze continued downward, and he saw the outline of her shaved pussy. The labia were slightly parted and a glisten of wetness reflected the flames.
"You changed your mind?” he asked.
"Oh yes, Edward. I couldn't control my desire for you. Is it okay for me to be forward? For too long I have been unsatisfied. I need a man that can fuck me all ... night ... long.” Her hand lowered down her body, between her legs and she softly moaned as she rubbed herself. “I've been saving myself for someone like you. I'm not sure my pussy can handle a man with such a large cock. Take me, Edward. I want you...” She reached her hands to him.
Edward reached up from the couch. Further and further he reached until he felt himself falling.
Thud.
Edward awoke on the hard floor, rubbing his head after falling off the couch. He'd been dreaming. Maybe the whole night was a dream. Maybe Ami wasn't even really here. He'd fantasized so many times about her that he wasn't sure what was real anymore.
He walked into his bedroom and saw every man's dream. Ami lay stretched across his bed wearing only a T-shirt. Bare ass, sexy lower back with nice tattoo, thighs, calves, smooth pale skin, all a feast for his eyes. His penis sprung awake and agreed.