Page 6 of Elijah
Elijah
aged 17
It was bloody roasting hot and I was desperate for a drink, but I wasn’t stopping until I finished mowing the lawn for Mr Brown, Amy’s dad. He’d suffered an unexpected heart attack a few months before, at just forty-three years of age and was still feeling the effects of it, so anything I could do to help I did.
Amy and I had been going out for almost eight months and I was pretty much part of the family, more so in the last three months since Mr Brown had been ill. I’d kind of become the odd job man of the house, doing the garden, mending the fence, that sort of thing. Amy was constantly telling me not to worry about things, but I liked helping out. I liked her – okay, I loved her – and I wanted her and her family to be happy, well as happy as they could be while they were still worried about Mr Brown’s health. If the fact that I did a few odd jobs did that, well, I was happy too.
As I finished my second to last run up the lawn with the mower, I looked up to see Amy watching me through her bedroom window. Shit she looked beautiful today, possibly because I’d fucked her this morning when her parents had taken Matty, her brother, to buy new school shoes. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and looked a little messy, as though she’d been running her hands through it – in fact, it looked like it did when I ran my hands through it. What the hell had she been doing?
“Open the window,” I shouted, miming the action of her pushing down the handle.
“What?” she asked as she leaned out, giving me a glimpse of her cleavage under her red checked shirt.
“Why does your hair look all sexed up?” I licked my lips as I felt movement in my shorts.
Amy grinned and leaned her elbow on the window sill, resting her chin in her hand. “No reason.”
“You little liar. You’ve been touching yourself, haven’t you?”
When she only answered with a giggle, I decided the damn lawn could wait. I needed to quench my thirst.
“What time is everyone back?” I asked, bending down to unplug the mower from the extension cable. After lunch they’d all gone off to see Mrs Brown’s parents and thank fuck for that.
“They could be ages yet,” Amy called down. “Grandad likes to watch the football results with Dad and Matty.”
I glanced at my watch. We had at least two hours in that case. I ran to the house, kicked off my grass laden trainers at the door, and raced up the stairs as quickly as I could with a raging boner.
When I got to Amy’s room, I saw she was in the shirt and nothing else. Her long legs, tanned from the recent heatwave, were bare and looked as smooth as silk and I couldn’t wait to get them wrapped around me.
“I didn’t touch myself,” Amy said, her fingertips plucking at the top button of her shirt. “I was going to, seeing you out there with your shirt off looking all tanned and buff and sexy as hell got me all horny.”
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, pacing towards her. “You make me so bloody hard.”
I stopped in front of Amy and took her hand, placing it on my dick, letting her feel what she did to me.
“Want to feel what you do to me?” she said, lifting her shirt and widening her legs.
“Where’s your knickers?”
Amy shrugged. “Didn’t put any on.”
I swallowed hard and put my hand between her legs. Yep, she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I couldn’t get enough of this girl and every day with her just made me realise how deeply I’d fallen for her.
“Take your top off,” I whispered, as I put two fingers inside her.
With a little moan, Amy started to unbutton her shirt and by the third button I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra either. Her beautiful, round tits were aching to be touched if her hard nipples were anything to go by. So, as soon as the red checked fabric fell to the floor, by mouth was on her, slowly sucking on her nipples and then pulling my mouth away with a pop.
As my fingers worked her, I moved my mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, my spare hand messing up her sex hair even more.
“Elijah,” she gasped as my thumb rubbed against her clit. “Oh God.”
“I love you,” I whispered into her ear, “so fucking much.”
Amy breathed in and moved on to her tiptoes as her orgasm started to take hold.
“I…oh…love you…shit…too.”
As Amy came apart in my arms, I knew I’d never love anyone like I loved her. This wasn’t just a teenage first love, she had my fucking heart forever.
