Amy’s Bad Trip by TempestTree: A Psychedelic Sex Story
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age or older.
Amy sprinted hard the last 200 meters as she rounded the corner of the street, heading towards the driveway of her house in the distance. Her breathing was rapid and deep, with steady beads of sweat dripping down her forehead and stopping briefly at the edge of her eyebrows before falling to the hot pavement below. Despite being clammy, hot, and exhausted, she clenched her teeth and dug in for the final 50 meters. She bolted past the threshold of her driveway gasping for air and her pace steadied to a slow walk while she placed her hands on her hips. She stopped in the middle of the driveway and slowly leaned forward, putting her hands on her knees as she took several slow, deep breaths, attempting to slow down her heart rate. She could feel it pounding inside her chest. Her lungs screamed of air hunger.
“How was the run, Dear?”
Amy looked up, slightly startled, as she had been so focused on finishing her final sprint that she did not even notice the open garage door. She saw her mother loading a suitcase into the back of the van. Looks like they are almost ready to head out, Amy thought to herself. Her parents were taking her little brother to an away baseball game across the state, leaving the whole house to herself for the weekend. Amy had been looking forward to it all week. It was not often that she had complete privacy in her own home. What, with her annoying little brother constantly bugging her, or her mother running around the house doing chores or interrupting her with mundane small talk. She rarely saw much of her father who always seemed busy on the phone with work or was away on business. However, he was a loving parent and always brought back a present from his trip for Amy and her brother. It is just too bad he cannot be at home more often, Amy thought.
Then there was Max. What a goofball! He was the family’s canine companion that they had adopted as a puppy. He was a birthday present for Amy’s little brother several years ago. Max was fairly large for his age, almost 90 pounds, with a black and tan coat, and dark fur on his underbelly. While he was certainly affectionate, sometimes he could be a little too rambunctious. Amy oftentimes found herself staggering backwards in order to steady herself when Max jumped on her. She was only 5’4” and 115 pounds, after all. While she was lean and toned from her years of running track and regularly hitting the gym, she could hardly be considered a fair match for the rather energetic wrecking ball of fur.
Amy had also begun to notice that Max was reaching the age where his hormones were beginning to take effect. It was not unusual to see him attempting to mount other dogs at the park, requiring Amy to run over and pull him off whilst apologizing in embarrassment to the other canine’s owner. She even caught him several times humping an old stuffed bunny she kept in her bedroom near the closet. Amy found it gross but figured there was no harm in it. Besides, that is just what dogs his age do, she thought. Her father had planned to have him neutered for some time, but he had been too busy with work to get around to taking him to the vet. And Amy’s mother just thought the behavior, which in her words was essentially caused by the canine equivalent of puberty, was cute.
“Good!” Amy managed to shout back to her mother while still bent forward at the waist with her hands on her knees, taking in steady deep breaths, and trying to capture enough air to satisfy her burning lungs.
“You really are trying hard to qualify for the State Championship this year, aren’t you?” her mother asked with a smile.
“Of course…it’s my…senior year…after all,” Amy managed to say in between labored breaths.
“Alright, but don’t train too hard, Dear. You don’t want to risk an injury which will put you out for the whole season,” Amy’s mother replied with a look of loving concern on her face.
“Yes, Mother…!” Amy said somewhat annoyed while rolling her eyes. She knew her mother was just being protective, but sometimes it got on Amy’s nerves. She was not a kid anymore, after all.
Amy’s father walked into view from around the driver’s side of the van and addressed her mother, “We all set?” Amy’s mother nodded towards him and added, “Yep, all set.” “Great, then off we go!” replied her father with a hint of excited energy in his voice. He turned to Amy and said, “I hope you understand if I don’t hug and kiss you goodbye, Sweetie. I would hate to deprive you of all your hard-earned sweat.”
“Yes, Dad,” Amy replied with a grin. She could not help but giggle.
“Alright, well Mommy and Daddy love you, Sweetie. We’ll be back Sunday night,” Amy’s father said as he turned towards the driver-side door. “Ready to go, Champ?” her father asked her little brother as he stepped inside the driver seat. Her brother, who was glued to his handheld gaming console in the back seat, replied only with a disinterested grunt. Amy’s mother closed the van’s back door with a loud thump and began to walk towards the front passenger seat before stopping and turning back around towards Amy.
“Oh, I almost forgot. There is plenty of food in the fridge while we’re gone, and I loaded up the cabinet with snacks in case you get hungry between meals,” Amy’s mother said sweetly.
“Thanks, Mom,” Amy replied, now standing up fully with her hands on her hips as her heart rate and breathing steadily return to normal.
“Oh, and one more thing. We ran out of the new dog food we were feeding Max and I haven’t had a chance to get more from the store. There should be half a bag of the old stuff in the cabinet next to his bowl in the kitchen. And we just let him outside to use the restroom about 10 minutes ago, so if you wouldn’t mind bringing him back inside…”
“Got it, Mom,” Amy answered, breathing quite comfortably now.
“Alright, well I hope you two have a good weekend without us. Love you, Dear,” Amy’s mother said, blowing her daughter a kiss as she opened the van’s passenger-side door and stepped inside.
“Love you too, Mom,” Amy responded as she waved and watched the van back out of the garage and driveway. She continued waving as the van turned at the corner of the street and headed out of the neighborhood.
“Phew!” exclaimed Amy. “Time to go inside and cool off.”
Amy walked into the now empty garage, hit the switch to close the garage door, and headed indoors to the adjoining laundry room.
Slipping off her running shoes and placing them on the inside mat next to the door to the garage, Amy extended her arms high and arched her back while letting out a deep groan as she stretched. She felt pleased with her performance on her run today. With continued perseverance, and a little luck, that State Championship is as good as mine, she thought.
Amy walked out of the laundry room, crossed the hallway, and entered the kitchen.
As she walked, she distinctly noticed how sweaty she was. While she was fully outfitted with the latest athletic gear, she could not help but notice how tightly the synthetic fabric clung to her body. Feeling the damp texture of her teal-colored sports bra as it delicately hugged her breasts, she slipped her fingers under the nylon band below her boobs and readjusted the fabric. The creamy smooth texture of her moist skin as her fingers traced the underside of her bosom caused Amy to give out a barely audible sigh. Amy had worked hard for her firm and lusty figure. Despite her athletic physique highlighting a small waist and taut abdomen, she was still able to maintain a respectable bust size. Amy credited this to the genes she inherited from her mother, as her mother always had respectable breasts as evidenced by photos of her when she was younger.
Amy’s fingers descended and traced the contours of her tightly drawn stomach, caressing the recesses that just made out her abs. She circled her cute navel with her index finger and could not help but notice a small warmth beginning to build between her legs. She ran her fingers down under and across the waistband of her soft, black, form-fitting, nylon-polyester running shorts. She readjusted the waistband slightly and caught a tiny glimpse of her smooth mound. Amy was diligent about shaving her vulva at least two to three times a week, as the stubble that began to grow after not shaving for a few days would irritate her as she ran. She did not mind the extra chore, as she loved the sexy, smooth feeling this gave her.
She removed her fingers out from under her waistband and slid her hands down the sides of her hips as her fingertips reached the border between her sleek shorts and the moist skin of her outer thighs. The shorts left about 2/3 of her thigh uncovered, which Amy thought might be a tad too short. However, she could not argue with how comfortable they felt while running. Amy admired her fit, smooth legs. Even though she was modest in statue, she always felt like her legs appeared deceptively long. She was particularly fond of how firm, yet supple, her thighs and hamstrings were. This was no doubt due to her tireless squat and leg curl workouts in the gym, as well as countless stretching routines. Her legs were perhaps the part about herself she loved the most, as the feeling of her hands squeezing and caressing her inner thighs drove her crazy whenever she had the chance to indulge in some “personal time”. Amy ran her hands down past her knees and felt her tense calves. They were slightly sore to the touch, which was to be expected. She was no stranger to strenuous workouts and knew the soreness would fade with time, and after a hot, steamy shower.
Satisfied with the cursory self-examination of her sweaty body, Amy turned and opened a cabinet above the sink and grabbed a glass. She filled the glass with water from the tap and took several deep gulps. The cold water felt refreshing and soothing as she swallowed. After several more gulps the glass had emptied, and Amy felt somewhat surprised at how thirsty she remained. She licked her lips and put the glass under the faucet to fill it up again. As she filled a second glass, she heard a scratching noise coming from the sliding-glass door on the other side of the kitchen.