Cheering Up With Chocolate Cake

I was at a friend's house for dinner. It wasn't like one of those fancy restaurants, but it had some good food and the people there were pleasant enough. I'd been there once before for a New Year’s party, so I was comfortable with everyone else. We chatted about our days while we ate, then finished up by sharing some wine. The conversation turned to my recent breakup, which made me feel awkward because I hadn't really talked about that in front of anyone else. But after a few glasses of wine, I started talking more freely.

"So what happened?" Amy was asking. "You guys break up? What did she do?"

"Well," I said, taking a sip out of my glass of wine, "she cheated on me."

Amy looked shocked. "What?! That's awful! How could you let that bitch get away with that?!"

I shrugged. "When I found out, I just ended things between us."

"That sucks!" Amy exclaimed, getting more relaxed with each sip of wine. "But why would she lie to you? You're such an honest guy; how in the bloody hell could she trick you like that?"

"It's complicated," I replied. "And it doesn't matter anyway. I'm over it now."

"Oh no!" Amy gasped. "How can you be over something like that?"

"Look, it's done," I said with some assertiveness. "Amy, let's change the subject."

"Okay," agreed Amy. "But if I may ask, what kind of girl was this woman who tricked your heart?"

"A very pretty blonde," I answered. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, nice body..."

"Oooh, I see," Amy murmured. "Was she tall or short?"

"Tallish," I said. "About 5'10". Blond hair, blue eyes, long legs..."

"Wow," Amy breathed curiously. "Did she have any distinguishing features? Like freckles or tattoos?"

"No," I admitted calmly. "Nothing special."

"Hmm," mused Amy. "Sounds like she was probably using you as a rebound from someone else. Maybe she was already dating someone else when you met?"

"Yeah, maybe," I shrugged.

"I know what will cheer you up!" Amy declared as if a lightbulb went up above her head. "Why don't you come back to my place and I'll get you some of the best chocolate cake? It's my favorite dessert!"

"Really?" I asked. "That sounds great!"

We left the party together and walked back to Amy's apartment. As we approached, I saw a sign outside reading 'NO PARKING.'

"Um, Amy," I said hesitantly. "Do you live here alone?"

"Yes," she confirmed. "My parents are both dead, so my new roommate and I got this whole place to ourselves."

"Ahh," I said. "Sorry, I should have known better."

"Don't worry about it," Amy laughed. "Come on in."

The inside of her apartment was decorated with posters of famous musicians and actors, including Brad Pitt, Jennifer Aniston, and Freddie Mercury. There were also photos of Amy posing next to various celebrities, many of whom I recognized. I knew she must have had very good connections.

"This is so cool!" I marveled, simply amazed by the countless celebrities I saw on television posing next to Amy. "Are these really pictures of you?"

"Yep," Amy grinned. "I love looking through them and remembering how much fun I used to have."

"So where does your roommate sleep?" I asked.

"In her own room," Amy explained. "Her name is Rebecca, but she rarely comes home. She spends most nights partying with her friends."

"Rebecca isn't around tonight?" I asked.

"Nope," Amy nodded. "She went out with her boyfriend last night."

"Boyfriend?" I repeated. "Doesn't she have a girlfriend?"

"She's bisexual," Amy clarified. "She likes girls too, but she prefers guys."

"Huh," I grunted. "Well, I guess that makes sense."

"Anyway," Amy continued, "you want to eat? I think I still have some chocolate cake left."

"Sure," I said. "Thanks."

Amy led me into her kitchen, which was filled with cupboards full of cookware and spices. A large refrigerator stood against one wall, while a table sat opposite it. On top of the table was a small stack of plates and cups.

"Can I help you with anything else?" Amy asked.

"Uh, no thanks," I replied. "I'm fine."

Amy opened the fridge and pulled out two slices of chocolate cake. Then she put the plate down in front of me and took a seat across from me.

"Here you go," she said, grinning. "Enjoy!"

I smiled gratefully and cut off a piece. The rich chocolate flavor spread throughout my mouth, filling every corner of my mouth.

"Mmm," I sighed as if I were in heaven. "Delicious."

"You like it?" Amy asked.

"Very much," I replied. "Thank you!"

"My pleasure," she giggled. "They say it’s the best chocolate cake in England. I'm glad you liked it."

"I really did. Your cooking skills are amazing." I said, taking another scrumptious bite.

"Oh, thank you," she blushed. "I'm just a normal girl who loves to bake."

"I can tell," I chuckled. "By the way, what do you mean by 'normal'?"

"I'm not beautiful or smart," she shrugged. "I'm average height, brown hair, green eyes, and weird teeth..."

"What?!" I exclaimed. "I thought you were gorgeous! You're stunning!"

"Really?" Amy giggled. "I'm crazy about you, but I don't expect you to fall for me. That would be unfair."

"No, I wouldn't mind," I insisted. "If you wanted to date me, I'd totally let you."

"Really?" Amy asked excitedly. "You'd actually want to date a girl like me? No offense, but you seem pretty sweet and normal yourself."

"Not at all," I laughed. "But you're right, I am a bit different than most people. So what if I was attracted to you?"

"Wow," Amy gasped as if she were trying to find the right words to say. "That would be awesome! But I don't know... We're only twenty years old, and we haven't even kissed yet."

"I've been waiting for this moment since forever," I whispered. "I need to kiss you now."

Amy stared at me, her face bright red. I leaned forward and our lips met in a soft, gentle caress. Our tongues danced together as Amy wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands ran through her silky dark brown hair, pulling her closer to me.

After several minutes of slow kissing, Amy pulled away and looked into my eyes.

"I'm ready," she murmured. "Will you take me to bed?"

"Absolutely," I answered. "Let's get you undressed."

We moved towards her bedroom, where she kicked off her shoes and then removed her shirt. Her bra followed, revealing an ample pair of breasts that jiggled gently with each step.

"They look delicious," I commented, unable to keep my eyes off them. "Are they real?"

"Of course," Amy giggled.

"Ooh," I moaned, running my fingers over her perky nipples. "They feel incredible."

Amy reached behind herself and unhooked her skirt, letting it slide down her legs. Next came her panties, which were also pink and lacy. She stepped out of them and turned around.

"Look at those ass cheeks!" I cried. "You have the most perfect butt I've ever seen."

"Thanks," Amy giggled. "Do you like it?"

"Yes," I groaned. "It looks absolutely fantastic on you."

Amy spun around and bent over, giving me a great view of her round bubble-butt.

"God," I gasped. "Those are some buttocks!"

Amy smiled and climbed onto the bed and lay back.

"Here we go!" she giggled.

I crawled between her thighs and began licking her pussy. Amy squirmed under my tongue, moaning softly. I could taste her juices flowing freely from her pussy.

"Oh God," she whimpered. "I'm going to cum."

Amy's hips bucked wildly, pushing her wet pussy against my mouth. I eagerly sucked her clit, swirling my tongue around it. Then she exploded in orgasm, screaming loudly.

Her body shook violently, sending tremors through her entire body. I kept sucking her pussy until she calmed down. When she finally stopped shaking, I crawled up her body and kissed her passionately.

"I love you," I whispered. "I want to marry you."

"Oh my god!" Amy gasped. "I love you too! And I think you're adorable. You're so sweet and innocent. But you're also kind of crazy. Do you realize how lucky I am?"

"Lucky?" I asked. "How?"

"Because you're such a good guy," Amy sighed. "I don't know why I didn't notice you sooner. You're so handsome and charming. And your personality is so funny and outgoing. Plus, you have a cute accent. You're everything I dreamed about when I was younger."

"Thank you," I replied, astonished by what she said about me. "I never knew you felt that way about me."

"Ever since we've became to be friends. I was just scared to ruin it because I was afraid you'd laugh at me or tell me I was crazy. But now I know I made the right decision. It feels amazing to be in love."

I held her close and kissed her tenderly.

"I love you too," I said. "I hope we can keep dating and maybe even fall in love someday."

"Me too," Amy agreed. "I'll do anything to help us stay together."

"Anything?" I asked, teasing her.

"Yeah," Amy grinned. "Just name it."

"Well," I pondered. It didn’t take me long to think of something. "How about we eat some more chocolate cake?"