I didn’t want to wait until the last minute to get Amanda’s Valentine’s Day gift. And once I started buying things, I couldn’t stop. And surely the pretty flower wouldn’t last until Valentine’s Day. My hand was forced.

“Happy Pre-Valentine’s Day!” I said to Amanda when we awoke the next morning, and I handed her the wrapped box.

She looked at me quizzically.

“Open it.”

“Oh, Mat, it’s so pretty.” She held up the silk chemise.

“Try it on.”

She slipped the garment over her head.

“How does it feel?”

“Nice,” she said, smiling. “Really nice. Like a whispery kiss.”

We kissed.

“There’s something else,” I said, handing her the slim box.

“Oh, Mat, it’s beautiful,” she said, holding up the little necklace.

“Try it on.”

She fastened the golden chain around her neck.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she said. “Kind of a raspberry color—my favorite!”

We kissed.

“There’s something else,” I said, and I handed her the single flower.

“Oh, Mat, this is lovely.”

We smiled at each other.

She said, “Do you want me to try it on?”

We laughed.

We kissed.

I said, “Do you know why I got this one?”

She looked at the flower and then our eyes met.

“Guess,” I said.

“Because the petals are my cunny color?”

“You’re so smart,” I said. “Not just the color but the shape. Where they come together it reminds me of your cunny slit.”

Amanda looked shyly down at the flower.

“When it opens...” I said.

She looked up at me, and her lips parted.

“I love you so much,” she whispered. “I love your presents so much. But I’m going to take this off now so when we fuck it doesn’t get your cum on it.”

She handed me the flower, turned, and began to draw the chemise over her head.

Amanda has the most beautiful heart-shaped ass.