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Amelia's Homecoming (MF)
by Leslie Bannerman (c) 1997
**
It was almost 6:00, the time Jennifer had said he'd be off work.
Amelia stepped out of her car and straightened her skirt, pausing to
push back the tiny tendrils of hair that were trying valiantly to escape
her chignon. Her lips twitched into a nerveless smile as she imagined
how Anthony would look after almost eight years; Jennifer, his sister,
was thirty-two and was still carded occasionally when she went out, much
to her delight, and she and her brother were very similar in appearance
and disposition.
Amelia was Jennifer's junior by six years but they had grown up
together, being neighbors. They didn't feel the age difference very
much at all now that they were both adults and, as children, their
families had been so close that Amelia hadn't minded being an only
child. Anthony, on the other hand, was almost thirteen when Amelia was
born and they had had a rather antagonistic relationship - she, the
adoring little tag-along who made a pest of herself and he, the
enigmatic teenager. From her earliest memories she had wanted to grow
up to marry Anthony, even if he did call her "Amy Airhead" to make her
cry. Then Anthony had gone away to school and was only an infrequent
visitor to his parents' home; Amelia was an overweight little girl with
teeth too huge for her petite face and she tried not to let him see her
when he was home. He had called her "Amy" even at her eighteenth
birthday party and she had laughed, then cried herself to sleep when all
her guests had left. She had developed a pleasant face but she
outweighed him by at least fifty poubds and she knew that he would never
think of her as anything but fat, little Amy. She vowed to diet and
exercise her way down to the kind of body he'd have to notice and then
she'd show up on his doorstep someday, and...
Amelia laughed to herself. She had been away in Europe for
several years and had managed to obtain her degree and do a highly
acclaimed research project. That she had become slender and grown into
her beauty she accepted as her due; she had worked long and hard to
obtain the body she had idolized and had maintained her exceptional
figure for more than five years. She had developed a self-confidence
that showed in everything she did and had mastered three languages -
Dutch, German and Italian - with cool determination. Her brief but
highly satisfying stint as a film actress had given her the chance to
see herself through others' eyes (though her single movie had bombed in
France and never made it to the States), and she had never mentioned
much about it. She still had her stage work and that would always be
important to her. Given that fact, and her obstinence in refusing to
send reciprocal photos to her friends, even Jennifer had no idea how
much Amelia had changed, physically, anyway; so Anthony was going to be
in for the shock of his life.
Amelia had looked at herself carefully in her mirror that morning,
measuring her body against her physical ideal. Her long legs were
slender with sleek, slightly plump calves and they fastened smoothly to
her torso with the undulating swell of her hips. Her waist was tiny and
created the illusion of a tall, slim hourglass; her rib cage curved
gently and accented her flat stomach. Amelia peered closely aat her
breasts and tried to imagine how they would look to Anthony - they
perched high and were firm, almost proud-looking, topped with pale,
peach-colored nipples. She thought he would admire the effect if she
gave him the chance. Her skin was nearly flawless and she was happy
that she had never acquired a tan. The unbroken whiteness of her silken
flesh would contrast nicely with his own, dark with the kiss of his
Mediterranean ancestry. Her eyes were a bit too close together for her
own taste, but they were a ripe, soft green and had always been wide and
rather innocent-looking. The high cheekbones that had forever been
Amelia's vanity were touched lovingly with rosy peach; the tint was
mirrored, darker, in her narrow but full mouth. Pale, golden curls had
been swept back into a severe knot to expose the glorious angles of her
face and she looked forward to letting her hair cascade over Anthony.
She had refused to cut it, aside from infrequent trims, since the last
time they had seen each other and it had grown into a long and luxuriant
mane. Amelia had purchased a soft, simple and elegant dress of the
deepest emerald silk and had accented it with a single, heavy gold chain
at her throat. The dress' princess neckline drew attention to her
cleavage almost demurely and the matching pumps she had chosen accented
her legs to perfection.
The walk to the door of Anthony's office gave Amelia time to
relish what she was about to do to him. She knew from her conversations
with Jennifer that he wasn't serious about anyone at this time so she
had no reservations about her plans; she practiced a measured gait and
hoped that he would have several colleagues in attendance when she made
her entrance.
"May I help you?" asked the receptionist.
"Anthony Perre, please." Amelia smiled as a door opened and his
laughing voice rang out. "Never mind, I've found him."
She strode toward the voices and, when she stepped to the doorway,
five pairs of male eyes turned her way. Anthony was in the middle of
the group and his smile transposed itself to one of appraisal. He
didn't recognize her! Amelia smiled softly and willed her voice to be
husky.
"Anthony, we're going to be late." she purred as she stepped
forward delicately. "Please, don't keep me waiting." She draped her
arms around his neck and leaned toward him, daring him with her eyes to
resist. Her parted lips brushed his cheek sensuously, then she departed
without a backward glance. She knew Anthony better than he would have
dreamed! He followed her after a brief pause, mumbling excuses to his
associates who broke into appreciative chuckles.
"Where are we supposed to be going?" Anthony's eyes darted swiftly
across Amelia's face, a bemused smile coupled with confusion reflecting
in his expression.
"Your place." she answered simply.
He followed her to her car without another word and he responded
ardently when she pivoted to kiss him. Her lips felt fuller than usual
and she bruised them against him passionately. Amelia pulled away
quickly and pressed her keys into Anthony's hand. She slid into the car
leaving barely enough room for him to join her, and he made no objection
when she hugged herself even more tightly against him. They were silent
during the short drive to his house and it was only after he had parked
the car that Anthony regarded Amelia questioningly.
"I know that we know each other, somehow, but I don't remember
you. I can't believe I'd forget someone like you..." he said with some
reluctance.
"Anthony, I've never known you as well as I'd like." His eyes
widened subtly, let her know her meaning wasn't lost on him and, when
she leaned into him, her lips parted, she shivered at his touch. "Let's
go, Anthony." she whispered.
Anthony drew her slowly by her hand and led her to the house. His
eyes left hers only briefly when he unlocked the door and seized them
again as he pulled her after him. He laid his briefcase on the
beautiful cherry-and-brass hall tree that Amelia remembered from his
grandparents' house years before; he divested himself oof his jacket as
well and gestured for her to leave her purse. She set it down
obediently and took his hand, leading him instinctively to the master
bedroom.
"Who *are* you?" Anthony demanded in a hoarse sigh. His hands
fumbled at his tie and he unfastened the top button on his shirt. He
grasped her shoulders and drew her close, searching her eyes for his
answer.
"You've never called me by my proper name, Anthony. I'm not
surprised you don't recall it." she teased, pulling his mouth toward her
own. Her tongue darted out to moisten his lips and, with a groan, he
crushed her to him. She felt his hands, one cupping her head and the
other at the small of her back, pressing her as close as they could.
Her own fingers twined through his thick, black hair salted lightly with
silver. Amelia imagined that he'd have a full head of fox-grey hair
someday like his mother's; she'd always adored Isabella and Giani almost
as much as she loved her own parents, and Anthony was nothing if not a
fine blend of both of them.
When he pulled away, reluctantly, Anthony looked deeply into
Amelia's eyes. He stared with wonder, almost able to rip away the mask
he fancied he could see there. This woman was incredible, of that there
was no doubt - but who was she?
"Darling Tony, don't you remember, you used to call me -"
"Amy!" His surprise was nearly tangible. *This* was *Any*?
"Please, Anthony, call me Amelia..." she purred as she nipped
lightly at his cheek.
Anthony found her mouth again and held it, leading her toward his
bed. His tongue dueled with hers and her relished her taste. He was
amazed to realize that he could no longer envision the little girl she
had been - Amelia, as she was now, was all that existed to him. His
fingers cupped lovingly the swell of her buttocks and her marveled at
the firmness of her flesh. She arched against him sharply, opening her
mouth further to envelope his own and pressing her body tightly down his
length.
He pulled away with a grin, detaching her only with difficulty; he
sat down on the bed and waited for her. Amelia laughed and joined him.
"I've wanted to kiss you since I was six years old, Anthony. It's taken
twenty years, but I finally did it!" She smiled sweetly at him and took
his hands between hers.
"Amelia, you were always a cute little girl but you were like part
of an extended family to me -- I can't believe we're doing this..." His
grin broadened and he shook his head slowly. "I never would have
recognized you! You've grown up..." His eyes half-closed and his mouth
sobered as he reached for Amelia. His fingers found the buttons of her
dress and, with slow deliberation, he unfastened them. Her belt was
next and he divested her of the intrusive garment with a swift tug.
Anthony's mouth was hot against her bare shoulders and he trailed it
tantalizingly down to the edge of her demure teddy.
Amelia stripped Anthony of his shirt and caressed the profusion of
crisp, curling black hair on his chest. Her fingertips found his
nipples and, when she began to massage them, Anthony pulled back with a
gasp. He stood and disrobed quickly then, leaving on only his sensible,
plain shorts. Amelia's giggles were stifled when Anthony pulled down
the straps of her teddy and freed her breasts; he paused briefly to kiss
each one before sliding the garb down to her ankles. When she stepped
out of the crumpled silk Anthony picked her up, turned back the covers,
and laid her down on the bed. He removed his shorts and joined Amelia
there, drinking in her blushing body with his eyes before capturing her
mouth for an impassioned embrace.
Amelia nudged softly until Anthony lay flat, then she swung one
leg over to straddle him. She reached up slowly and removed the pins
from her hair then ran her fingers through it until it fell over him
like a waterfall. His hands grasped her tresses lovingly then pulled on
them gently until her lips met his. The smoothness of her back and her
ribs excited him as he caressed her and her hair was like golden netting
shielding both of them from the rest of the world. Her sweet, full
mouth was made redder by her fervor and it yielded to him deliciously.
He traced kisses down her neck and lapped the hollows created by her
collarbone, then took one pale, rosy nipple into his mouth and punished
it delicately with his teeth and tongue until Amelia's breath caught
deep in her throat. His hands had been kneading her buttocks, smoothing
the small creases where then joined her legs; his fingers probed more
deeply now, catching the dew that lay between her thighs. She drew away
from him and inched down his body, determined to give him the same
treatment her had given her.
Amelia smiled seductively as she separated two thick strands of
her hair and wrapped them around Anthony's hands. He acquiesced to this
"bondage" and made no objections when she began her own assault on his
straining nipples. She pushed the first with the tip of her tongue,
then circled it and bathed it with long, tender laps; the second she
sucked with all her might, rubbing it roughly with her lips and then
tickling with tiny, suggestive kisses. Anthony's eyes were closed in
pleasure when she swept down in an even arc and ensnared his glans,
enveloping it completely and suckling it with abandon. She took as much
of his length into her mouth as she could, pausing to dampen him
thoroughly with her saliva. She pulled deeply on him, running her
tongue around the head of his penis each time she drew back the
thrusting against him intensely. Anthony's senses were completely
roused and he was amazed at the delight she was creating in him;
Amelia's insistent tongue sharpened itself into a tight, strained
point and thrust forward to taste the inner rim of his urethra. His
hips bucked of their own volition at this new aggression and Anthony
heard a raspy moan which he was surprised to realize was his own. The
silence in the room, save for their breathing, seemed loud, as though he
were being besieged by firece waves. With more strength than he thought
possible he grasped Amelia at her waist and lifted her off of him.
"Anthony? What's the matter?" The darkness of his expression
puzzled Amelia until he settled her beside him with a wicked smile.
"I don't want to end this too soon, sweetheart. Now it's your
turn to relax...and enjoy." Anthony exhaled hotly against Amelia's
thigh and placed ghost kisses just at the soft, curling edge of her
pubic mound. He wanted to hear her beg him to sample her sweetness, to
hear her describe in detail what she wanted him to do to her and then to
bask in her exhilerating cries when she experienced what he hoped would
be the first of several climaxes for her that night. A small pang of
remorse hit him as he realized that he was not her first lover, then it
gave way to the satisfying knowledge that she had been in love with him
all these years and whoever had taken her virginity hadn't been the man
she actually craved.
Anthony nearly choked on the laughter that this vanity inspired -
dear lord, she was nearer thirty than twenty! He smiled and thanked
heaven that her eyes were still closed. Good! She was obviously
relishing this as much as he had! He pointed his tongue then and parted
the moist hair that twined lazily across her nether lips, resisting the
brazen hands that tried to push his head closer to that enchanting
haven. With deliberate fingers he separated her soft, pink labia and
gazed into her recesses with a kind of awe; he had seldom had the
opportunity to do things as slowly as he liked with his myriad lovers
and was thus enjoying this occasion to act as a true gourmand, savoring
every exquisite section of Amelia's body. Her odor was slightly salty,
heady with her natural musk and Anthony found himself fancying her a
woodnymph. Her wild, flowing locks were amazing to him in this day of
mannish hairstyles and mousses, gels and sundry other nonsense. He was
a true romantic and had always been just a little annoyed when women
propositioned him; Amelia had but, then, he might never have looked
twice at her if he'd known who she was. He shrugged aside thesee
thoughts to concentrate on the steady, rhythmic pulsing of her hips. He
slid his tongue deep into her vagina and her gasp was the catalyst he
needed; he found her clitoris, heavy and engorged with her fervor, and
sucked it firmly with his lips. She cried his name and locked her
ankles below his shoulder blades, her mouth a wide "O" of delight.
Anthony continued to circle her clitoris until Amelia clasped his
arms and towed him willingly up toward her. He kissed her and allowed
her to savor the flavor of herself on his lips and tongue, then drew
away.
"Amelia, what do you want me to do? I'll do anything you like,
but I want you to tell me..." He reclined on his side, resting his
elbow on the bed and his chin on his fist.
"Anthony, I want you to get off the bed and come over here beside
me." Her lust abated, Amelia wanted to give him the same degree of
enjoyment that he had given her. "Now, just wait for me..." She turned
until her head rested on the edge beside her lover's legs, then she
draped her neck back and looked at him solemnly. "Now I want you to
slide yourself into my mouth..." She grinned up at him and opened her
lips wide. Anthony obliged her request, settling his penis on her
tongue and gliding it slowly to the back of her throat. With her head
back like this she could take the whole length of him without choking;
he began to thrust delicately, then increased his tempo as she began to
match his strokes with small flicks of her tongue and a slow, rhythmic
suckling. He leaned forward until his hips met the pale down between
her thighs, then renewed his earlier exploration of Amelia with lips,
tongue and fingers, Her mouth was almost frantic now in its efforts to
squeeze him dry but Anthony withdrew from her a second time. He lay
down beside her and plunged his fingers deep into her vagina while his
thumb caressed her clitoris, then he flipped her over onto her stomach
and trailed his fingers lightly between her buttocks. Amelia started to
squirm in protest but Anthony probed lightly until he was able to move
past the tightness of her sphincter muscle - another sharp gasp, then
Anthony's mouth replaced his finger and was rewarded with her tiny,
breathy little moans. He tickled her gently then eased up behind her to
bring the tip of his glans just to the swell of her clitoris. A few
mock thrusts and Amelia's body rocked with her second orgasm.
Anthony entered her then from behind, grasping her hair and biting
her shoulder tenderly. She picked up his cadence swiftly, matching him
stroke for stroke and pushing him almost violently. He stopped his
movement suddenly and pushed her over slowly., still buried deep within
her and, when they were face to face, he lay down against her and kissed
her sweetly.
Amelia broke their stillness, swaying upwards to meet him firmly
and setting the pace for him to follow. Anthony plunged deeply into
her, impaling her and feeling the almost-tangible wave whose oppression
he had felt from the very beginning of this adventure begin to break
over him. Amelia's legs were fastened tightly around him, hugging him
close to her, when her breathing became ragged and her moans more
audible.
His name crescendoed on her lips, then faded softly as Anthony
reached his climax, Amelia's muscles twitching with her throes of
rapture. He thrust deeply one last time as she shuddered and embraced
him with what seemed like the whole of her body, and he fell, exhausted,
onto her moist breast.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Amelia woke feeling hungry. She was dazed until she turned and
saw Anthony sleeping by her side and felt the warm, familiar sensation
that lovemaking always left with her. She smiled as she thought back to
the fantasy she'd always had about how he would act, and how she would
act...the rituals had dissolved in the heat of the moment. He was
magnificent, as she had known he would be; and she was sure that this
was to be the first of many enjoyable evenings they'd spend together.
As she padded downstairs to the kitchen she remembered something
that Jennifer had said about having gone berry-picking and bringing the
booty home to "Tony". Amelia giggled - where there were berries
whipped cream could never be far behind and Anthony would probably
enjoy a midnight dessert!
THE END