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daughter,” she says glancing into my eyes. I sat in my wingback chair and she hopped on my lap.
“You’ve picked up some weight,” I say casually placing my hands around her waist.
“The women in my family have large behinds and small waist. I’m a black woman and some of us are built that way. See Mr. Cross, if you weren’t a father figure, I could carry your children. All the children you’ve ever wanted. My hips are built for that.” She stood in front of me to show me. “My breasts maybe a little too large,” she said bending forward. They would smothered a baby if I gave them one to suck.” I laughed and she laughed.
We had bonded and she looked at as her friend. Someone to share stories with, I thought, until I drew her to me and sat her again on my lap. Looking into her eyes, I placing my hands on her breasts, she didn’t flinch or remove it. She just leaned forward and pulled one breast out of her bra, and I lowered my head and sucked her nipple. Her hand caressing my head as I held her on my lap.
The crown of my cock pulsating, waiting and wanting to be inside of her as it grew and grew from want and need for love from Amanda. I wanted more from her but I wouldn’t cross the line and she knew that we couldn’t.
With her hand she gently removed her nipple from my mouth, as she had softly given it to me to satisfy a need she thought I had.
Amanda gave me what I had given her in her youth, comfort and love, and that was the only thing she thought she had to offer, and it was all I needed at the time—her love, her devotion, her desire for me.
Now all that is gone, and she took that away from me, and I have to figure out how to get her back.
Chapter 3: Amanda
L iving with Seth was the best decision I ever made. I have a job now and I have plans for my future I didn’t have before. I’m working as a cocktail waitress at a fancy hotel. Seth is a part time pastry chef there. He works to have something to do when he’s not taking classes and he’s saving to open his own restaurant one day. We have different hours but he manages to pick me up on weekends.
I had to turn off my phone because Matthew has been texting me like mad every day, asking me to come home. It’s been only a week since I’ve been working and I’m just getting the hang of this job. It’s at night on weekends and after semester brake I will work around my classes. The tips I get working at this hotel bar is fabulous, and it is just as Seth said, and I love the work and I love the people I work with.
“I’m the only black girl working in a sea of white girls my age. I suspect that if Seth hadn’t recommend me, I wouldn’t have gotten this job because I knew nothing about drinks before now. An advantage is, I get better tips and offers for a date. I have my mind on Matthew and I can’t think of anyone else now.
Because I’m a quick learner, I read a beverage book and what I couldn’t get from it, I Googled the rest. I got a good education on how to garnish drinks. I hope with that, and my degree in education I won’t be homeless.
Who knew garnishing drinks were practically an art form, and if I didn’t do it right, I could screw up the liquor. At least that’s what my mentor, Terry said when I dropped a cherry into a vodka gimlet. I smiled when I thought about when or if all this knowledge would come in handy. Maybe right up there with my expensive art classes on how to pull a clay pot.
Rushing in on a Saturday night, I didn’t have time to think, I just grabbed my pen and hurried to a booth. The booth was in a dark corner of the elaborate room. I walked from behind it, and when I stood in front of the table my heart sank. It was Matthew and Alecia sitting smiling at each other. They appeared to be very cozy.
“Oh Matt, look who we have here.” Matthew glanced up at me, and his head fell and his eyes turned dull. He turned staring at Alecia. “We were just discussing you, Amanda.”
I was riveted to that
“You’ve picked up some weight,” I say casually placing my hands around her waist.
“The women in my family have large behinds and small waist. I’m a black woman and some of us are built that way. See Mr. Cross, if you weren’t a father figure, I could carry your children. All the children you’ve ever wanted. My hips are built for that.” She stood in front of me to show me. “My breasts maybe a little too large,” she said bending forward. They would smothered a baby if I gave them one to suck.” I laughed and she laughed.
We had bonded and she looked at as her friend. Someone to share stories with, I thought, until I drew her to me and sat her again on my lap. Looking into her eyes, I placing my hands on her breasts, she didn’t flinch or remove it. She just leaned forward and pulled one breast out of her bra, and I lowered my head and sucked her nipple. Her hand caressing my head as I held her on my lap.
The crown of my cock pulsating, waiting and wanting to be inside of her as it grew and grew from want and need for love from Amanda. I wanted more from her but I wouldn’t cross the line and she knew that we couldn’t.
With her hand she gently removed her nipple from my mouth, as she had softly given it to me to satisfy a need she thought I had.
Amanda gave me what I had given her in her youth, comfort and love, and that was the only thing she thought she had to offer, and it was all I needed at the time—her love, her devotion, her desire for me.
Now all that is gone, and she took that away from me, and I have to figure out how to get her back.
Chapter 3: Amanda
L iving with Seth was the best decision I ever made. I have a job now and I have plans for my future I didn’t have before. I’m working as a cocktail waitress at a fancy hotel. Seth is a part time pastry chef there. He works to have something to do when he’s not taking classes and he’s saving to open his own restaurant one day. We have different hours but he manages to pick me up on weekends.
I had to turn off my phone because Matthew has been texting me like mad every day, asking me to come home. It’s been only a week since I’ve been working and I’m just getting the hang of this job. It’s at night on weekends and after semester brake I will work around my classes. The tips I get working at this hotel bar is fabulous, and it is just as Seth said, and I love the work and I love the people I work with.
“I’m the only black girl working in a sea of white girls my age. I suspect that if Seth hadn’t recommend me, I wouldn’t have gotten this job because I knew nothing about drinks before now. An advantage is, I get better tips and offers for a date. I have my mind on Matthew and I can’t think of anyone else now.
Because I’m a quick learner, I read a beverage book and what I couldn’t get from it, I Googled the rest. I got a good education on how to garnish drinks. I hope with that, and my degree in education I won’t be homeless.
Who knew garnishing drinks were practically an art form, and if I didn’t do it right, I could screw up the liquor. At least that’s what my mentor, Terry said when I dropped a cherry into a vodka gimlet. I smiled when I thought about when or if all this knowledge would come in handy. Maybe right up there with my expensive art classes on how to pull a clay pot.
Rushing in on a Saturday night, I didn’t have time to think, I just grabbed my pen and hurried to a booth. The booth was in a dark corner of the elaborate room. I walked from behind it, and when I stood in front of the table my heart sank. It was Matthew and Alecia sitting smiling at each other. They appeared to be very cozy.
“Oh Matt, look who we have here.” Matthew glanced up at me, and his head fell and his eyes turned dull. He turned staring at Alecia. “We were just discussing you, Amanda.”
I was riveted to that
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