Especially lately, he had been reawakening feelings in her that had grown dormant. Her pussy ached for that feeling again, like she hadn’t known since David. And it was Daniel making her feel this way. Amanda could feel her body wanting him. Her mind had already lost the fight in dream time, sometimes late at night, and especially when waking she was already fantasizing. It was a good thing he was moving out now. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out before actually climbing into his bed or otherwise just jumping his bones for real when it was more than fantasy, when there’d be no going back.
But to make a move like that would be to throw away all she’d worked for, the illusion of normalcy, the foundation she’d tried so hard to give them. Just get Daniel off to college and then she could fuck herself through every single guy in town if that’s what it took to scratch that itch, to satisfy the hunger that had been growing within her.
Daniel was thankful for air conditioning as they drove through flat, seemingly endless miles under a bright August sun. It was funny how with AC, you would hardly even notice the heat until you stopped for gas or a restroom break, and suddenly the full force of nature’s furnace would hit you. He couldn’t help but notice the nice flush the heat seemed to put on Amanda’s cheeks, along with the thin layer of sweat. It was kind of a glow. She looked sexy as hell.
She had a cute way of sitting when she wasn’t driving. She’d curl one leg up under herself and kind of lean half toward the door, facing him a little while they talked. The shoulder belt pushed in her boob to accentuate the cleavage he could see through her scoop neck top. Her legs looked great too, toned, a little tanned, and surprisingly shapely for a girl who wasn’t all that tall. When she was driving, he liked to watch the muscles flex when she moved from the brake to the gas pedal. He had to consciously force himself to mostly keep his eyes on the road and not to stare.
Just the mention of her sex life had been all it took to send Daniel’s mind reeling. As was often the case, he found himself thinking again of the photo he’d found, the photo she kept in the box with her wedding dress, under the dress and under the paper that lined the box. The box was on the top shelf of her closet and he didn’t even remember why it was that he bothered to look in it, but he had, and he had never been able to forget what he found.
Hidden there was a photo Daniel guessed must have been taken with his dad’s phone. The aspect ratio was much taller than it was wide, like a phone camera would take. Maybe she couldn’t bring herself to delete it after his dad died and she printed it out to save it. Maybe his dad had printed it and she’d found the photo and saved it. Daniel couldn’t be sure, but the image was burned into his brain. Daniel had taken a photo of it with his own phone and hidden the file. He guessed he must have jacked off to it at least a hundred times.
The photo was of Amanda, made up like a Christmas elf and looking up at the camera. Her body was not in great focus but you could tell she was in costume and kneeling in front of presumably his father holding the camera. Even though it was blurry you could make out the tell-tale colored lights at the bottom of the Christmas tree behind her. The focus was on her face. Her eyes were full of love for him, and fun, not just her eyes, but her whole expression. She had the biggest, sweetest smile, and an impressive load of cum dripping over her lips and tongue and off her face. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen or could possibly imagine.