Strawberry Fields Forever

A gentle breeze ran through Amelie’s hair as they walked to the car in silence, his hand never leaving hers.

“Girlfriend”, they’d called her, and she had to admit that she really enjoyed the sound of it. Matt’s girlfriend… Was that who she wanted to be, even just for a short time?

She felt that it was exactly what Matt wanted, but she was also concerned that he didn’t fully understand this whole situation, not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t want to realize it. Amelie feared that she would heal him just to break him again, and that was something she didn’t want to do to him.

She pretended not to hear him last night, but she did. He said it with a breath reeking of whisky and tequila, but he said it, and without a doubt he meant it. It was his feelings, after all, that she placed above hers in her mind. It told her that it was love, something she wasn’t prepared for.

She never meant to fall for Matt, but there was no way to stop her feelings. But of what use was it to know she loved him? She couldn’t tell him that she did, too. She would only get his hopes up for nothing.

She forced a smile as he opened the door of the convertible for her. “They were nice,” she said, suddenly craving conversation. It wasn’t that the silence between them was awkward, it was rather that she couldn’t stand not hearing his smooth voice anymore.

“I’m glad you liked them,” he replied as he put the car in reverse and slowly pulled out of the parking lot. “And I’m glad we got some time to ourselves tonight,” he added with a smile. Endorphins rushed through Amelie as she realized that it was true. And she knew what would undoubtedly happen between the two of them.

For a brief second, her mind wandered back to some days earlier. She saw herself right on his couch, him hovering above her just seconds before he took her virginity – and in that, introduced her to a whole world she didn’t know so far. She couldn’t wait to find out more, preferably with Matt.

“Me too,” she answered. She watched him as he drove. Somehow, having him so close still felt surreal to her, almost like a dream. The wind made his t-shirt cling to his body. Amelie licked her lips at the sight.

He noticed her looking, so he chuckled, “See something you like?” She grinned. “Yeah, you.” Feeling the heat rush to her cheeks, she quickly looked away. She couldn’t hide her feelings from him, and then decided she didn’t want to, either.

Even if it might have been right, she couldn’t stand the thought of leaving just so they wouldn’t be heartbroken later. And she wouldn’t. “You wanna head somewhere quiet?” he asked and she nodded. “Do you trust me?” he demanded to know as their fingers entwined, and before she could even think about this question, she heard herself responding. “Yeah I do.”

Did she trust him? Of course she did. She knew he never wanted to hurt her. And the same thing went for her, of course. She couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him hurt.

Suddenly, his right hand with the deathbat tattoo landed on her thigh, just below the end of her skirt, causing goosebumps to erupt. Slowly, his fingers moved up and under her skirt, grazing the skin just below the line of her panties.

Amelie inhaled sharply, not expecting something like that. “Matt,” she giggled, but it sounded almost like a soft moan. His face was still concentrated as he slowly drove through the empty streets, but from the small movements of his face she could tell that he had to suppress his smug grin.

Amelie wondered where he was taking her. She didn’t know much around Huntington except for the route to the beach, to kindergarten and the local grocery store, and she was positive it was neither of these places.

She let out a gasp as his fingers slipped under her panties and softly touched the skin around her clit. “You like that, huh?” he said and she responded with a moan. He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Like that? I'm practically burning down there...

With that, he inserted a finger into her without further ado, earning a groan. Slowly, he began pumping his finger in and out of her, hitting her spot every time. Still, he was steering the car with his left hand until he brought it to a halt at the end of a small road, right on a hill. “We’re here.”

She looked around, but she couldn’t fully take in the beauty of the view point he’d brought her to, mainly because he still had his hand inside her panties. Her hands determinedly wandered to his belt, fumbling with it for a few seconds before she could finally open it.

His dick sprung alive underneath his Calvin Klein boxers. She opened them and pulled it out, noticing how tiny her hands looked holding it. For the first time ever, she took the opportunity to really take him in. He moaned softly.

“Matt?”
“Huh?” She swallowed.
“Don’t laugh at me, okay?”
“Laugh at you?” He threw her a confused look, “Why would I laugh at you?”

Instead of answering, she took one more deep breath before lowering her head toward his cock. She’d never done it before, but she’d certainly seen it in porn, so it couldn’t be that hard, right?

Before she could decide otherwise, she let her tongue run up his shaft until she reached the sensitive tip. Surprised at how good he tasted, she moaned. Then she heard him inhale sharply, which at least showed her that she wasn’t doing that bad.

She let her tongue circle his tip for some more and used her hand to stroke the remaining shaft. Matt added another finger into her, causing her to moan against him as they moved inside her. With his free hand tangled in her hair, she felt him guide her movements.

As seen on the internet, she took him as deep into her mouth as she could, moaning against him while he finger fucked her faster and faster. She started bobbing her head up and down on his dick, causing him to groan loudly. She knew she’d hit the right nerve. As she wanted to pick up her pace, he suddenly pulled her away.

“God, you’re a natural,” he groaned, “You’re gonna be the sweet death of me.” With that, he slid his fingers out of her and got out of the car, walking to her side. While she was still wondering what he was up to, he pulled her out of the car and kissed her deeply.

As his fingers cupped her ass underneath her skirt, she let out a sigh. He seized the opportunity to let his tongue slide into her mouth. While making out ferociously, she felt him hastily take off her panties and tossing them into the car.

Without breaking the kiss, he picked her up and placed her on top of the car’s hood. He remained standing in front of it. Amelie was feeling dizzy with lust. Quickly, he pulled down his boxers and positioned himself at her entrance. He threw her another questioning look, but when she nodded, he slammed into her. She let out a moan as he filled her up.

He grabbed her legs and pulled them around him to gain better access. They both hissed as he started moving inside her, building up a fast pace. His fingers rubbed her clit, getting her there quickly. With every thrust he seemed to get in even deeper. As she felt herself getting closer and closer, she dug her nails into his arms, leaving marks. He picked up the pace even more, noticeably approaching his own orgasm.

With a loud moan, she came hard against him. Her body was jerking uncontrollably. The burning sensation ripped through her whole body, leaving her breathless. Matt gave it a few more sloppy thrusts before spurting into her.

“That was amazing,” she said and he nodded, pulling her into a tender kiss. He gently lifted her up and placed her on the back seat before cuddling close. Her head rested on his chest and she deeply inhaled his unique, musky scent. She watched the steady movement of his abdomen as he breathed. With her fingertips, she lightly traced the lines of the tattoo on his chest.

“Amelie,” he said, his voice a mere whisper “I know I shouldn’t. But I love you.” His statement caught her off-guard, but joy overwhelmed her as she heard him say it for the first time when he was not drunk.

Maybe, she thought, it’s wrong to admit I’m feeling the same thing, but I am. “I love you too, Matt.”

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