Amanda batch 14

Amanda
Episode 39
That’s a good one. Let me drink to that’ Greg poured himself another glass.
‘We have to go now, we would be late for the show’ Morg-n stared at his watch.
‘Show? You said it was a lounge, where people drink and talk’ Greg said.
‘Of course, but there’s something special they’d be doing tonight. Are you still up for it’? Morg-n asked.
‘Sure, let’s go’ Greg trailed after his friend.
‘So what crazy things do you hope to do tonight’? Morg-n asked as he fired his engine.
‘Not getting drunk and ending up in the papers’ Greg winked and they both laughed.
He noticed his phone was buzzing, he ignored it. Trudy was calling.
‘Hey, what if it’s important? Just saying’ Morg-n noticed he ignored the call.
‘It’s not, just another distraction’ he replied.
Minutes later, Morg-n and Greg arrived the lounge; it was crowded with a lot of people; music blasted in the large hall; liquor flowed uncensored, this was going to be a perfect night for both guys.
‘Now that’s a lot of masks’ Greg noticed everyone in the lounge except himself and Morg-n that had just come in, had masks on.
‘It’s a masque party’! Morg-n yelled, the music was really loud.
‘Let me go over the bar and get us something to drink’ Morg-n excused himself.
‘Excuse me sir, you need to wear a mask else you’ll be kicked out by those men over there’ one of the serving girls presented a plastic basket with a variety of masks.
‘Oh’ Greg’s mouth fell open as he glared at the huge bouncers.
‘I’ll pick the black one, it’s classy and gothic’ He fetched one for himself and one for Morg-n.
‘Once again you’re welcome’ the masked face said to him.
‘Thanks, so what else is going to happen apart from us wearing masks and drinking’ Greg winked before putting his own mask on.
‘I don’t know, just have fun! Live in the moment’ she blew him a k-ss and disappeared.
‘Hey, I see, you’re adapting’ Morg-n slipped on his mask and handed Greg a drink.
‘What other choice do I have’? Greg replied.
‘Listen up everyone, let’s make a toast’…the music stopped as the owner of the lounge stood at the stage.
‘I have to get this, my father is calling’ Greg fetched his phone.
‘Okay, I’ll be waiting for you’ Morg-n replied, his eyes was drawn to a slender blonde, her frame reminded him of Alex; maybe this was what he needed to get over the break up.
He gulped the remains of his glass, tossed it aside on the nearest table and walked up to meet the blonde.
‘Hello baby, I am Morg-n and you’?
Amanda was lost in the thick crowd; she had never been to such a big party before; she had lost Alex as usual and now she was totally alone.
‘D–n’ she cursed as she was tired of dialing her number. Where the hell was Alex and why wasn’t she answering her call.
She exhaled sharply and almost took off her mask but she refrained from doing so; it was one of the rules of the party.
She decided to take some air outside; she needed to breathe; it was as hot as hell.
Alex had lent her one of her clothes; the skimpy orange dress revealed the clear and smooth skin of her laps and bared the surface of her creamy br-asts.
With this mask, she became another person; she felt totally different, this was her alter ego and she had introduced herself to a couple of guys with the name, Diaz.
She released a sharp breath as she stepped outside; her eyes were drawn to a desolate place in the arena; it was surrounded by a hedge of flowers and she decided to cool off there; till she found Alex.
‘What a beauty’ she breathed as she arrived the area.
The air was cool; the wind was friendly; it seemed the flowery palace had been built from her; its separation from the main hall was very obvious.
She settled on the grass and stared at the moon light; it was a clearly a rom-ntic scenery; her taught wandered to her fantasies and she briefly wished Greg was right here to k-ss her and make her dreams come alive.
‘Brute’ that’s what she called him, she still contemplated whether to accept or reject his overwhelming payment.
She decided she would return some of it; she hated taking money without working for it.
Her thoughts spiraled from Greg to the freaky Nathan and her friend who had abandoned her; she silently swore never to follow Alex to any party.
Tired of covering her face, her hands went to the rope that kept the mask on her face; she was about to untie it when she heard light footsteps; the scent of this stranger was familiar but she pushed that aside and rose to her feet.
Amanda
Last episode of season one
Greg had spoken with his father briefly about Nathan’s complains; he had responded by telling his dad how Nathan barged into his house and accosted him; it was not his fault but Nathan’s.
His father still blamed him for hitting Nathan and had accused him of taking drugs; that did it, that accusation was the most hurting and had grossly affected his partying mood.
He had withdrawn to the separated area with a hedge of flowers; he had come there to sit alone; to think of the next action to take but he was surprised to see someone there.
He had wanted to take off his mask but he had decided to keep it.
‘Hello s€×y’ his eyes ran over the hot brunette briefly, this was the distraction that he needed.
‘Hello handsome’ she replied in a sultry voice.
There was a fire between them as they stared into each other’s eyes from their masks; silently weighing their options; kicking their thoughts.
Her eyes were blue, he noticed. It reminded him of Amanda’s eyes.
His eyes were brown, sed-ctive, calling, it reminded her of Greg’s eyes.
What if she took this moment and lost herself in it? What if she lived out her fantasy right there?
To be honest, she knew she could never have a man like Greg; he had already pointed that out clearly; all she needed was a substitute.
She had taken a little wine and for the first time; she felt slightly lightheaded and very bold as she ran her fingers on her bare chest.
‘Come on here and k-ss me’ she called to the stranger.
‘Are you sure you really want that’? Greg was hesitant, he felt like k-ssing her pink l-ips right from the time he met her; everything about this brunette spoke of Amanda but maybe he was being paranoid.
‘I am sure darling’ she drawled.
He moved towards her and took her delicate l-ips in his mouth; their softness was impeccable, almost unbeatable; her mouth was a sea of fruits and flowers; he delved in his tongue and deepened the k-ss.
Amanda loved the taste of his mouth; she imagined Greg k-ssing her in a field of flowers; she loved the way this stranger k-ssed her and this was her first k-ss with any man.
She felt a sweet ache in her belly and her legs felt like jelly.
Blood rushed to his veins; he felt like doing more, making love to this hot brunette, right in this field of flowers; maybe this was the only way to get over Amanda forever. He didn’t need any distraction.
He broke the k-ss and she was startled; why did he stop the dance that gave her so much pleasure; but he didn’t, he was about to unleash raw passion on her.
His l-ips moved to her earlobes and took them; ripples of pleasure coursed through her body as he licked her earlobes; she had never felt this sort of s-nsation before. It was oddly sweet and she liked it, she craved for more.
‘I want to make love to you’ Greg murmured.
‘Yes. Yes’ Amanda whispered in a rush, she imagined Greg asking her this same question.
‘Good’ Greg replied and was about to take off his mask but she stopped him.
‘I prefer it this way’ Amanda held his hands. She wanted him to appear as Greg and if he took the mask off, she would be faced with reality. No, she didn’t want reality tonight, she preferred her world of fantasy.
Greg took off his shirt; his hands scooped her br-asts and squeezed it gently.
Amanda was amazed by his beautiful body; she ran her fingers all over his chest. Her l-ips parted into a mo-n as the stranger car-ssed her br-asts.
‘Take off your clothes’ he commanded.
She rose to her feet and peeled the orange dress from her body; she was nervous and afraid, this was going to be the first time for her.
He gasped at the perfection of her body; her br-asts were firm and perky; her skin was creamy; she was incredibly s€×y with a pair of fine legs.
Slowly, his hands unclasped her b-ra and her b-obs fell free; immediately, he took one swollen n—-e into his mouth and s—-d it.
Amanda couldn’t help but mo-n; she had never felt this kind of pleasure before; his free hand rubbed her back and gave her h¡ps a squeeze and then he peeled her p-nts and slipped a finger into her. A finger into her core.
‘Aw…’ she mo-ned as his finger found her w-t and ready at that sweet place.
He was awed by the reception her body had given to him; he rubbed her knob and ran her juices over it. His rod grew in strength as she begun to mo-n and twirl her h¡ps.
‘You’re killing me’ Amanda whispered.
‘Honey, I have not started’ Greg paused and released his rod from the shorts he wore.
Her eyes grew wide as she stared at the hærd and large pink rod; she licked her l-ips nervously and waited for the next action.
Slowly Greg lay her on the cool grass; he gave her one slow and long k-ss; and then parted her legs.
‘Are you sure you want to do this’? He still needed to be sure.
‘Yes’ Amanda replied, what was the point of waiting?
He held his rod and directed it into the opening of her sugar well; she gasped at the pleasure she felt and then something happened. Everything changed. Pleasure became pain and passion became darkness.
Greg had begun to ride her when he felt an obstruction ‘You are a V-rgin’?
‘Yes, please continue’ she gro-ned, it was painful but she would bear it to the end. She yearned for this experience.
With all the strength he had in him; he dived in and out of her; he gro-ned as her tightness clasped his rod firmly and sent pleasure through his spine.
It was a beautiful sight of two unclad bodies in a garden; making love under the full glare of a thousand stars and one majestic moon.
Amanda’s gro-n heightened as the pain was quickly replaced with maddening pleasure; this was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.
He increased his pace as he noticed she was about to release; together they mo-ned; together they found their place on the apex of the pleasure mountain; together they released.
‘Greg’ that was the name that escaped her l-ips as she came.
He was immersed in pleasure but he wasn’t deaf. Did she call his name?
‘Take off your mask’ he begun to untie the ropes that bound his’.
Amanda noticed a change in him; she obeyed nevertheless.
As their masks both came off; their eyes were glued to each other.
Tears welled up in Amanda’s eyes as she realized her fantasies had come to life; Greg had made love to her! He had taken her V-rginity.
‘Amanda’? Greg was stunned. How could he have not known?
‘I love you Greg, I’ve always wanted this’ she reached out to stroke his face but he stopped her and rose to his feet.
‘What is it’? She swallowed and slipped into her dress.
‘I am sorry Amanda, this was a mistake’ Greg fetched his phone and hurried away from her, he had chosen Wendy and there was no turning back.
He needed to fix a date for his marriage to Wendy; he had failed her this once, he wouldn’t do it again. He would get married to her on his thirty first birthday.
‘No,it’s not’ her voice was shaky, still unsure of what had happened but the echo of his voice wouldn’t let her be.
“I am sorry Amanda, this was a mistake”.
To be continued in season 2