Her Best Men

My legs contracted and my abs shook. The smell of Amanda’s perfume swirled around my head. The steam of the shower blanketed my body as I shot cum against the wall, pumping my lust from between my legs. Visions of Amanda smiling at me in bed descended into my conscious mind as I lowered myself to my knees. My cock was dwindling in my hands as my eyes screwed shut.

I wanted to keep the idea of her next to me there for as long as I could.

I sat down on the floor of the shower and caught my breath. I had no fucking idea what I’d gotten myself into. Once a man masturbated to the memory of a woman, he never went back. Once a man entertained the idea of having her body underneath his, he wouldn’t stop until he had it. I could feel the hunter in me rising up. Years of repressed urges and unfulfilled desires boiling over the edges of my body as my cock began to grow again.

So, I wrapped my hand around my dick again and closed my eyes as I saw her.

Amanda.

With a bow in her hair and a pair of black stockings on with crotchless panties soaked and ready to be peeled off her.

Just the way I liked it.

CHAPTER 7

Amanda

“Hey, Amanda!”

“What’s up Sarah?” I asked.

“Nothing much, just getting off work. What’s up with you?”

“Well, I promised you I’d call you after I went into town, and I did today.”

“Oh, sweet! What did you find? Anything helpful?” she asked.

“It was. I found a contractor that I trust, though I don’t know if I can afford his rates. He’s coming by the cabin later on today to take a look at things. See what kind of estimate he can give me before we talk about what’s feasible.”

“You have someone there that can sit with you while you do that?” she asked. “I can get a flight out or something.”

“Sarah. I’m not a child. I’ve got this. It’s just some pricing, and the guy seems really nice. Liked by the locals, too, which is a big thing in towns like this.”

“One, you’re twenty-two, so technically you are still a child.”

“Says the girl who’s a year younger than me,” I said

“And two, I’m just looking out for you. With everything you’ve been through the past few months, it would be okay if your head wasn’t screwed on straight.”

“Are you calling me crazy?” I asked. “Because if you are, then you’re late to that party.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me flying out?” she asked.

“Sarah. I’m fine. I’m serious. If all else fails, I’ll ask my neighbor for some advice.”

“Uh huh. That neighbor. We’ll talk about him later How much do you have for the repairs?”

“Between the inheritance money and my savings account, I can put exactly $32,461 into the repair of this cabin.”

“And by the way you talk about it, that doesn’t sound like near enough,” she said.

“I was up front with the contractor and told him taking out a loan wasn’t going to be in the cards. He was understanding and even talked about payment plans I could do, which would help my money go a lot further.”

“Payment plans?” she asked.

“Yep. They come in, do the work, draw up the bill, and then I put a certain percentage down and split up the rest into monthly payments over the course of however many months I want to pay on it. That thirty-two thousand could make monthly payments for two, three years before I’d be in trouble, and that would give me plenty of time to get my art going in the right direction.”

“Amanda, don’t get too in over your head. I wouldn’t go spending any more money than you have.”