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Category:
G through L › Judging Amy
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,485
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Judging Amy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Back at his place
Friday night and nothing to do. Bruce lay in bed and stared at the ceiling while in deep thought. After work, he had picked up Rebecca and made the two hour trip to Mia’s. It was quality daughter father time. They discussed that Mia having a boyfriend and Bruce being single. He wasn’t thrilled with having to have these discussions and considered them a necessary evil: his little girl was growing up and she wasn’t naïve. It was also slightly embarrassing that his daughter knew how pathetic his love life was. He was sure all this info was going to go straight to Mia over the next few days. Bruce sighed, “I’m sure I’ll be rewarded for my honesty and perseverance,” he said to himself. He looked over at the empty space next to him on the bed. He longed to have someone there.
His hand had slid over his shaft while in thought. Nothing useful was coming to mind that would motivate massaging it. His mind drifted to the possibilities… “Vivica Fox… mmm no. –What she was doing with 50 Cent?” He knew very well what and didn’t appreciate it. “50 does get a pat on his back though,” he concluded. “Hmm who else? …Beyonce… no –too young.” Bruce didn’t think he had the stamina and she was more cute than sexy to him regardless. “Sanaa Lathan… she’s fine,” he said somberly. Sanaa reminded him a lot Mia and that was a kill joy. “Wait! Gabrielle Union… now there’s a goddess if ever I saw one.” He thought of the last time he saw her. She looked phenomenal. Her hair was curly. It reminded him of Amy’s hair. “Heh… Amy,” he chuckled. This was the perfect time to think of her.
Bruce was amused at how he always found himself in this predicament: trying to fantasize and sometimes even make love to other women but Amy would always come to mind. The woman was driving him insane. And now she was driving him to orgasm. He throbbed for her as his knuckle hit the underside of his head. Gabrielle Union was sexy, but he had kissed Amy. It was a lot more exciting to think of the possibilities when there is possibility. He thought how they kissed in her apartment. How her sweater hung off her shoulder and he could see her perky breasts. She was too drunk to notice. She was too drunk to feel how excited he was when they continued kissing.
He fantasized about taking things further. He could almost smell her and taste her; it wasn’t difficult to dream about. He stopped himself. Bruce decided this was better suited in the shower. Things may have gotten messy; he had an erection that pitched a tent in his bed sheets. As Bruce rolled out of bed, the phone rang. He looked at the caller ID… Amy. The irony made him even hornier. Maybe she was thinking about him the same way. “Hello.”
“Hey Bruce,” she responded.
“Judge Gray?” he toyed with her.
“Amy Bruce. You can call me Amy. We are friends right?”
Friends. Right. Will you still be my friend if you knew I’d give my right arm to fuck you this instant? Amy… yeah, I’ll call you Amy… when I’m deep inside making you scream my name.
“Right. Sorry. What’s up? To what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”
Aint no call like a booty call. –Ok, that’s enough Bruce try to gain some control. She might really need me.
“I just wanted to talk. I’m dreading you leaving and I’m working on our time out of the courtroom to make sure you don’t disappear on me,” Amy said vehemently.
Oh she REALLY needs me.
“You’re bored huh?”
“A little. What are you doing? Am I interrupting anything?”
If you only knew…
“Not a thing. Rebecca is in New York with Mia for the weekend. I’m sitting here watching TV. I was thinking of renting some movies. Nothing much on TV.”
Good save. Wonder if she’ll buy it.
“Yeah? Lauren is also in New York with Michael. Isn’t that weird? Our exes are both in New York and they both have names that start with M.”
So we are both without responsibilities and nothing to do. Ahh… but you have a man.
“That is funny. I wonder how come we never noticed that before. So do you want to watch some movies or would David be upset that you went out to play without him?”
“I thought you didn’t want me discussing him with you? And I would love to watch some movies with you as long as we don’t have to discuss him. There isn’t anything to discuss,” she said coy.
Hmm… she bought it AND she hates David right now. This’ll work.
“Alright alright… I’m going to run out to the video place. I should be back by the time you get here. Is there anything in particular that you want to see?”
“No. I haven’t seen anything in so long that I’m sure whatever you pick will be great.”
Great I can stay here and clean up, you can watch some of these movies that I already have. If all you really want to do is watch movies.
“Ok, I’ll see you in a little while then. Bye”
“Bye.”
A smile ran from ear to ear on Bruce’s face. He stood and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He wasn’t sure if Amy was on the same page he was, so it would be a good idea to cool off. If she was reciprocating his sentiments, finishing now would help him last a little longer later. Just that thought alone made him stand at attention again.
He turned on the water in the shower then turned on his radio. The local R&B station played slow jams starting at 11pm. A very fitting song was playing …
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…I wanna freak you
I wanna freak you…
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Warm water ran down his chest as he imagined Amy’s lips kissing his chest softly as she stood naked with him in the shower.
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…Every time I close my eyes
I wake up feelin' so horny.
I can't get you outta my mind,
Sexin' you be all I see.
I would give anything
Just to make you understand me.
I don't give a damn about nothing else
Freaking you is all I see.
Tonight I need your body.
Tonight you got my time.
Tonight you won't be sorry.
Tonight you got my mind.
You got my mind; all I wanna do is freak you.
What must I say?
What must I do?
To show how much
I think about freakin’ you…
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He envisioned lowering himself to drink the water that ran down her delicate breasts and fell off her nipples from the shower. He pictured how tense she might be from his teasing.
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…Oooh, I could go on for days,
But I couldn't go on for weeks.
I can even play with another body,
But it wouldn't last 'cause I'm a hard freak,
Turned on by everything you say,
I'm turned on by everything you do.
And at night when I close my eyes
I only dream of freakin’ you.
Tonight I need your body. (Tonight I need your body)
Tonight you got my time. (Whatever you want. Whatever you need)
Tonight you won't be sorry. (You won't be sorry)
Tonight you got my mind.
(Whatever you want Baby it will be fine, so fine.)
What must I say?
What must I do?
To show how much
I think about freakin’ you…
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He fantasized about having her up against the wall in the shower to enter her. He dreamt of driving her mad with pleasure before finally erupting in orgasm. He stood still and let the water from the shower head rinse him clean as he relished the sensation slightly. Bruce finally opened his eyes and grabbed the soap again. He showered as he sang along with the music.
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Every freakin’ night and every freakin’ day,
I wanna freak you baby
In every freakin’ way.
Every freakin’ day, every freakin’ night
I wanna freak you girl
Your body's so freakin’ tight…
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He was definitely playing some music tonight. He had a CD with songs a little more tasteful than Jodeci’s ‘Freakin You’. He decided he’d have it playing when Amy arrived. She could think of it as his way of buying time while he waited for her OR as mood music for a romantic night if she understood the lyrics. Bruce hoped for the latter as he rinsed off and shut off the water. He dried off in a fury then hurried off to get dressed.
Bruce began to worry that he was being too presumptuous. He knew there was an attraction between himself and Amy. The timing was right now: No one in his life, things failing miserably in Amy’s love life AND he wasn’t going to be working with Amy after next week. If anything would happen between them, he decided tonight was as good as any to find out. It wasn’t good enough to just have sex tonight. There was too much between them for it to be a one night stand. He loved her and wanted to be with her on a permanent basis. On an intimate permanent basis.
After 6 years, Bruce felt they were over the ‘getting to know you’ phase. Besides he was still really excited. He hid his excitement well in his jeans. Bruce went looking for his CD and glanced at the time. Amy should be arriving in a few minutes. He played the CD in his living room stereo before heading into the kitchen and serving a glass of wine. He knew what a fool Amy was for wine.
He was serving her a small glass to unwind, not to completely lose her inhibitions. He wanted her to desire him without impaired judgment, as he desired her. Bruce walked back to his living room, placed the wine glasses down and sat back on the sofa. There was finally a knock at the door.
His hand had slid over his shaft while in thought. Nothing useful was coming to mind that would motivate massaging it. His mind drifted to the possibilities… “Vivica Fox… mmm no. –What she was doing with 50 Cent?” He knew very well what and didn’t appreciate it. “50 does get a pat on his back though,” he concluded. “Hmm who else? …Beyonce… no –too young.” Bruce didn’t think he had the stamina and she was more cute than sexy to him regardless. “Sanaa Lathan… she’s fine,” he said somberly. Sanaa reminded him a lot Mia and that was a kill joy. “Wait! Gabrielle Union… now there’s a goddess if ever I saw one.” He thought of the last time he saw her. She looked phenomenal. Her hair was curly. It reminded him of Amy’s hair. “Heh… Amy,” he chuckled. This was the perfect time to think of her.
Bruce was amused at how he always found himself in this predicament: trying to fantasize and sometimes even make love to other women but Amy would always come to mind. The woman was driving him insane. And now she was driving him to orgasm. He throbbed for her as his knuckle hit the underside of his head. Gabrielle Union was sexy, but he had kissed Amy. It was a lot more exciting to think of the possibilities when there is possibility. He thought how they kissed in her apartment. How her sweater hung off her shoulder and he could see her perky breasts. She was too drunk to notice. She was too drunk to feel how excited he was when they continued kissing.
He fantasized about taking things further. He could almost smell her and taste her; it wasn’t difficult to dream about. He stopped himself. Bruce decided this was better suited in the shower. Things may have gotten messy; he had an erection that pitched a tent in his bed sheets. As Bruce rolled out of bed, the phone rang. He looked at the caller ID… Amy. The irony made him even hornier. Maybe she was thinking about him the same way. “Hello.”
“Hey Bruce,” she responded.
“Judge Gray?” he toyed with her.
“Amy Bruce. You can call me Amy. We are friends right?”
Friends. Right. Will you still be my friend if you knew I’d give my right arm to fuck you this instant? Amy… yeah, I’ll call you Amy… when I’m deep inside making you scream my name.
“Right. Sorry. What’s up? To what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”
Aint no call like a booty call. –Ok, that’s enough Bruce try to gain some control. She might really need me.
“I just wanted to talk. I’m dreading you leaving and I’m working on our time out of the courtroom to make sure you don’t disappear on me,” Amy said vehemently.
Oh she REALLY needs me.
“You’re bored huh?”
“A little. What are you doing? Am I interrupting anything?”
If you only knew…
“Not a thing. Rebecca is in New York with Mia for the weekend. I’m sitting here watching TV. I was thinking of renting some movies. Nothing much on TV.”
Good save. Wonder if she’ll buy it.
“Yeah? Lauren is also in New York with Michael. Isn’t that weird? Our exes are both in New York and they both have names that start with M.”
So we are both without responsibilities and nothing to do. Ahh… but you have a man.
“That is funny. I wonder how come we never noticed that before. So do you want to watch some movies or would David be upset that you went out to play without him?”
“I thought you didn’t want me discussing him with you? And I would love to watch some movies with you as long as we don’t have to discuss him. There isn’t anything to discuss,” she said coy.
Hmm… she bought it AND she hates David right now. This’ll work.
“Alright alright… I’m going to run out to the video place. I should be back by the time you get here. Is there anything in particular that you want to see?”
“No. I haven’t seen anything in so long that I’m sure whatever you pick will be great.”
Great I can stay here and clean up, you can watch some of these movies that I already have. If all you really want to do is watch movies.
“Ok, I’ll see you in a little while then. Bye”
“Bye.”
A smile ran from ear to ear on Bruce’s face. He stood and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. He wasn’t sure if Amy was on the same page he was, so it would be a good idea to cool off. If she was reciprocating his sentiments, finishing now would help him last a little longer later. Just that thought alone made him stand at attention again.
He turned on the water in the shower then turned on his radio. The local R&B station played slow jams starting at 11pm. A very fitting song was playing …
--------------------------------------
…I wanna freak you
I wanna freak you…
--------------------------------------
Warm water ran down his chest as he imagined Amy’s lips kissing his chest softly as she stood naked with him in the shower.
--------------------------------------
…Every time I close my eyes
I wake up feelin' so horny.
I can't get you outta my mind,
Sexin' you be all I see.
I would give anything
Just to make you understand me.
I don't give a damn about nothing else
Freaking you is all I see.
Tonight I need your body.
Tonight you got my time.
Tonight you won't be sorry.
Tonight you got my mind.
You got my mind; all I wanna do is freak you.
What must I say?
What must I do?
To show how much
I think about freakin’ you…
--------------------------------------------
He envisioned lowering himself to drink the water that ran down her delicate breasts and fell off her nipples from the shower. He pictured how tense she might be from his teasing.
--------------------------------------------
…Oooh, I could go on for days,
But I couldn't go on for weeks.
I can even play with another body,
But it wouldn't last 'cause I'm a hard freak,
Turned on by everything you say,
I'm turned on by everything you do.
And at night when I close my eyes
I only dream of freakin’ you.
Tonight I need your body. (Tonight I need your body)
Tonight you got my time. (Whatever you want. Whatever you need)
Tonight you won't be sorry. (You won't be sorry)
Tonight you got my mind.
(Whatever you want Baby it will be fine, so fine.)
What must I say?
What must I do?
To show how much
I think about freakin’ you…
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He fantasized about having her up against the wall in the shower to enter her. He dreamt of driving her mad with pleasure before finally erupting in orgasm. He stood still and let the water from the shower head rinse him clean as he relished the sensation slightly. Bruce finally opened his eyes and grabbed the soap again. He showered as he sang along with the music.
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Every freakin’ night and every freakin’ day,
I wanna freak you baby
In every freakin’ way.
Every freakin’ day, every freakin’ night
I wanna freak you girl
Your body's so freakin’ tight…
-----------------------------------------------
He was definitely playing some music tonight. He had a CD with songs a little more tasteful than Jodeci’s ‘Freakin You’. He decided he’d have it playing when Amy arrived. She could think of it as his way of buying time while he waited for her OR as mood music for a romantic night if she understood the lyrics. Bruce hoped for the latter as he rinsed off and shut off the water. He dried off in a fury then hurried off to get dressed.
Bruce began to worry that he was being too presumptuous. He knew there was an attraction between himself and Amy. The timing was right now: No one in his life, things failing miserably in Amy’s love life AND he wasn’t going to be working with Amy after next week. If anything would happen between them, he decided tonight was as good as any to find out. It wasn’t good enough to just have sex tonight. There was too much between them for it to be a one night stand. He loved her and wanted to be with her on a permanent basis. On an intimate permanent basis.
After 6 years, Bruce felt they were over the ‘getting to know you’ phase. Besides he was still really excited. He hid his excitement well in his jeans. Bruce went looking for his CD and glanced at the time. Amy should be arriving in a few minutes. He played the CD in his living room stereo before heading into the kitchen and serving a glass of wine. He knew what a fool Amy was for wine.
He was serving her a small glass to unwind, not to completely lose her inhibitions. He wanted her to desire him without impaired judgment, as he desired her. Bruce walked back to his living room, placed the wine glasses down and sat back on the sofa. There was finally a knock at the door.