Chapter 4: Progressions

Present Day

“As I remember, you liked that first weekend,” laughed Amy.

“You remembered that you were a sexually repressed little girl in need of being used like the naughty woman you really were?” answered Jason.

“In your dreams! It was more like you were a terminally horny teenaged boy who needed a real woman to teach him what to do to satisfy her needs.”

“Remember Mrs. MacDonald? Now that was a horny teenager and a real woman. She taught me so much,” he teased.

“Men are such pigs,” Amy said, laughing.

“Oink, oink, oink!”

Six Years Ago

The rest of the weekend set a standard that Amy and Jason worked to live up to in the future, at least in a carnal sense. When they got into the bedroom, Jason pointed Amy to the bathroom, which she appreciated. Once she went in and closed the door, he hustled to the half-bath off the living room and quickly washed his face and cleaned up. When he returned to the bedroom, he put a few condoms on his nightstand and pulled down the bedspread. He slipped naked under the sheets and waited for Amy to return. She came out a few minutes later wearing her blouse but nothing else and slipped into bed with him.

They used two more of his condoms before falling asleep, then Jason found himself waking in the pre-dawn darkness with Amy rolling a third onto his erection. She straddled his waist, and they coupled again feverishly, collapsing in post-orgasmic bliss, and sleeping a few more hours. Then, upon waking, it was Jason’s turn to awaken Amy with his fingers and then mount her from behind. That was it for the morning, though, since they were both exhausted by that point.

“I need to go back to my apartment,” she told him.

“Why? Stay here with me,” he replied.

“I need some clothes!” Amy protested.

“And I repeat, why? Stay naked. I won’t complain, I promise.”

“Jason!” He simply smiled, and she stuck her tongue out at him. “If nothing else, I’ll need something to wear to dinner tonight.”

“I know a place you could dress like I am suggesting.”

“In Washington? I don’t believe you! No, I need to get some clothes,” she told him.

Jason sighed theatrically. “Okay, but don’t pack too much. I plan to use you for my deviant sexual purposes all night and into the morning again.”

Her eyes lit up. “Just how deviant do you plan to get?” The answer took another two hours. Only then did Jason relent and allow Amy out of his bed. They cleaned up and he drove her back to her apartment.

“You going to be alright?” he asked, pointing his head towards the doorway.

“Probably, but if you want to come up, I wouldn’t mind.”

Jason nodded and walked with her to the doorway. She let him in, and they went up to the apartment. When she unlocked the door, he followed her inside and was appalled by what he saw. Amy’s roommate was sprawled face-down on the couch, totally naked. A scuzzy looking guy half-covered in what seemed to be prison tattoos was lying on the floor next to her, equally naked. A second naked man was sitting in an armchair across the living room. A couple of empty liquor bottles were scattered around and there was a scent of sex, sweat, tobacco, and something not tobacco in the room.

Amy’s roommate and apartment

Amy shrieked and stormed across the room into her bedroom. Jason leaned against the front door, figuring it was the cleanest part of the room. The guy across the room in the chair looked at him but as he opened his mouth to speak, Jason shook his head. He wasn’t interested. After about five minutes, Amy came out carrying a gym bag; she had changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top. She didn’t say anything but went directly to the door. Jason opened it and followed her out. “Wow!” he said.

“I can’t deal with this.”

“Yeah. Has the apartment manager said anything? Have you thought about calling the cops? You can’t tell me that she’s not up to something.”