[MF] The Will and Amy Chronicles – Chapter 5 – Chasing Amy

This is the fifth and final instalment of The Will and Amy Chronicles. If you would like to read the preceding parts the links are below:

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dl0po5/mf_the_will_and_amy_chronicles_chapter_1_internet/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dn3rsf/mf_the_will_and_amy_chronicles_chapter_2_the/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/doxq2q/mf_the_will_and_amy_chronicles_chapter_3_begging/)

[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dsokis/mf_the_will_and_amy_chronicles_chapter_4_the_work/)

As mentioned with Chapter 4 this instalment isn’t a graphic story, so apologies if that is what you’re after. I assume most people visiting this sub want more of the details of liaisons and less of the build up/feelings involved. But I started this story here, so it seems right to finish it here too.

**Chasing Amy**

Amy had told me numerous times that she never knew how she felt about someone until she meets them, to see if that spark is there in reality. The idea that you could fall for someone without meeting was alien to her. Whereas for my part, I believe in people and think that if you are honest and genuine in your interactions, then it is entirely possible to fall head over heels for someone without ever being in the same room. With that said, the highlight of my entire trip away wasn’t the sights I managed to get around to seeing. It wasn’t the significantly nicer temperature and lack of rain. It certainly wasn’t the ridiculous hours and crazy workload. It was the fact that whilst I was there Amy and I had a genuine discussion about meeting. I’d known I wanted to for seemingly an eternity, but I hadn’t wanted to be so forward to press the matter. We had briefly flirted with the idea of her visiting me in Barcelona but that was just sheer fantasy on her part, even though it would have been sheer perfection to me.

At this point in our tale Amy was craving real physical intimacy and I made a quip about her finding someone more local soon. This didn’t sit well with her and I was promptly admonished. Then later on in the same conversation she remarked that, as I had been quite generous for her Birthday, and in general that she would have to get me one hell of a Christmas present.

W – “Something tells me we won’t still be speaking at Christmas.”

A – “Why do you say that?”

W – “You’re smart, funny, sexy and a truly beautiful woman. When you decide that you’re ready to start dating again, it won’t be long before you find someone that treats you how you deserve to be treated. When you do it will probably spell the end of, well, whatever this is for you.”

A – “That just made me feel really shit.”

Seeing that response I called her immediately. So much gets lost due to the inability to convey tone over message. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t being an arse about it and wasn’t trying to come off as jealous. But she hated the idea of long distance and as she was already craving more than we had, it seemed logical to me that she would meet someone, and probably soon. The prospect that we wouldn’t be talking by Christmas upset her. I assured her it wasn’t what I wanted at all and I would do anything I could to ensure it didn’t happen. This reassurance cheered her up and we then had a long discussion about meeting. We arranged a day that we would both be free and formulated a plan.

After arriving back from Barcelona I was physically and mentally exhausted. I arrived back on the Tuesday night and was back in work on the Wednesday. It felt utterly relentless. I couldn’t wait for the weekend. Friday night soon came around but there was a meal and leaving drinks for a colleague on another team that I had to attend. I just wanted to go to bed. Throughout the meal I messaged Amy. She was getting ready for a get-together that she was entirely unamused at the prospect of. We were both being grumpy about our evening plans and sharing that together in that moment, well, it made us both slightly happier. We continued to message all night. Over the weekend we had a couple of Skype rendezvous. The whole of the next week flew by in a flash. Before I knew it, it was Friday once more.

I finished work on the Friday and headed off into the city. I was meeting some old friends for dinner and was thoroughly looking forward to it. I had mentioned to Amy that I had plans on the Friday and Saturday nights. Plans with old friends that I hadn’t seen in a long time so I would want to be engaged, and not on my phone the whole time. She understood and we’d both been guilty of being that person on nights out recently. She told me to have a good time and we’d speak when we could. I still took the time throughout the evening to message her as speaking to her was my favourite thing in the world. I ended up at back at a the flat and put on a film to end the evening.

W – “How’s it going trouble? What have you been up to tonight?”

A – “Honest answer?”

W – “Always.”

A – “Downloaded Tinder…”

This will probably make me come off as a textbook guy, something I pride myself in not being for the most part. But seeing that message, I was hurt. I knew that at some point she would be ready to date again. I just had begun to hope it would be with me. Her friend had been on at her to download it for some time, saying she needed to get back out there and meet people.

W – “Hope you’re having fun. I’m sure you’ll be getting tonnes of matches.”

A – “Yeah, I’m not sure I like it. Just going to treat it as a bit of a laugh.”

W – “You’ll start to enjoy it when you meet some nice people. You’ve been saying you need someone closer to you for a while, this way at least you’ll get to find people local to you.”

A – “Will. Stop it.”

W – “Stop what?”

A – “Trying to push me away. I’m not sacking you off.”

W – “I’m not trying to push you away. Just being realistic.”

A – “Well don’t.”

We changed the subject and chatted for a while, the film still going on in the background. I couldn’t tell you what I was watching, my mind was elsewhere. I did some of my textbook analytical thinking and ran through all of the permutations of the evenings proceedings and all of the logical possible outcomes. As much as it killed me to admit it, I knew that this course of action was only going to lead one place and that was me getting hurt. I messaged Amy and implied that we should probably call things off now to prevent this. She messaged and wasn’t incredibly impressed at the implication. She asked me to call her. I grabbed a jacket, put my headphones in and went for a walk to call her, I didn’t want to have this conversation in the flat with people around. I walked around for the next 3 hours talking to her. It was freezing outside. I won’t go into the entire conversation but it boiled down to the following excerpts.

W – “You know I care about you. I need to know what am I to you?”

A – “You know that person that, you see a message from them, and suddenly everything is right with the world? That’s who you are to me.”

W – “The last thing I want to do is lose you but I just think I’m going to wind up getting hurt.”

A – “Do you know why I downloaded Tinder tonight? Because you weren’t there.”

W – “Be honest with me, tell me there aren’t any feelings here and that I don’t already mean anything to you?”

A – “I can’t do that. It wouldn’t be true. I don’t know what I feel, but when we meet I can only see it going one way.”

W – “Going well or badly?”

A – “Going well you idiot.”

This revelation made my heart sing. I was elated. I believed that there was something there on her side. You don’t share all that we did, sexual and emotional, without developing any feelings. This concession may seem small to most, but to her it was huge. I knew it made her feel vulnerable and I tried to be comforting and there for her. We talked for a further hour, it was now 3am. We agreed that we obviously both wanted to keep speaking and we’d talk again in the morning.

We spoke all day on the Saturday. Amy proposed that on the Sunday, as I would have my flat to myself, we should do a watch-along of a film as a pseudo date. I’d mentioned this about 6 weeks prior and she hadn’t seemed overly keen so the fact she brought the subject up made me smile. We would get a takeaway watch the film together and no doubt have some orgasms along the way. It sounded terrific to me and I was all in. She picked the film, it was her guilty pleasure film and she had watched it hundreds of times.

On the Sunday morning I awoke bright and early feeling very excited at the plan for the day. I came into the living room to be greeted by the news that my friend’s plans had fallen through so he would actually be in all day instead. I was gutted. I decided there was only one course of action, I didn’t want to adjust or cancel the plan. Amy had seemed incredibly excited and had told me in intimate detail how much she was looking forward to hearing me. So I packed up my laptop, packed a bag and I booked into a hotel in the city. This may seem a tad excessive but whilst I was looking forward to the day ahead, at this point I was glad to get out of the flat. Not having my own space was starting to grate.

I arrived at the hotel, checked in and got up to my room. I sent Amy a picture of my room explaining what had happened. She Skyped me immediately and gave me all kinds of hell for spending money on a hotel room. She said I should have just postponed. I explained how I’d wanted to do this for ages and there was no way I was cancelling. She thought I was stupid but at the same time very sweet. We chatted for a bit and then she moved her duvet to show me that she was completely naked. She has the most incredible body I have ever seen, slim, toned, pale, beautiful breasts with pale nipples, immaculate legs, completely shaved and the most incredible bum I will ever see. At the sight of her naked body my pulse quickened and I got very hard. She asked if I liked what I saw, the answer incredibly obvious.

A – “What do you want me to do?”

W – “Why don’t you grab the rabbit for me? I’m in the mood to hear you cum hard.”

Amy grabbed her rabbit and teased the opening to her pussy with the tip, she stroked it up and down her wet slit flicking her clit as she moved it upwards. She settled the tip on the opening to her pussy and let out a huge moan as she pushed it inside. She took it slowly inch by inch. Hearing her take the toy as deep as she could was beautiful. She switched on the vibrations in the shaft and ears, as they whirred into action inside her and against her clit it took Amy’s breath away. She started to moan and I told her to thrust. She thrusted slowly, she was soaking wet and the toy glided sensually back and forth.

A – “Tell me how hard you are?”

I was incredibly hard, my cock had overpowered and sprung through the buttons on my boxers the second I saw her naked.

A – “Mmmmm, grab it for me. I’m clenching around the toy. Squeeze it for me.”

I loved it when she told me to do this. It made me feel so close to her. She started thrusting harder and faster. Every time her pussy clenched hard around the toy telling me to squeeze my cock. I told her in great detail how I wanted to fuck her, and she started to get close as I spoke.

A – “Keep talking! Keep talking! More. More!”

I continued talking. I wanted to put her legs over my shoulders and fuck her slowly and deeply. I wanted to feel her pussy squeeze my cock as I thrusted. Putting a hand around her throat and looking longingly into her eyes. Then knowing it was her favourite I told her I wanted to flip her over and fuck her hard from behind while spanking her. She was panting and moaning. As soon as she let out an “oh my god” I knew she was going to cum. She had the toy inside her far enough that the ears were pressed firmly against her clit. She was grinding down on the toy rather than thrusting. Her panting and moaning started to get louder. Then it made way to light screaming as she came hard all over the toy. She pulled the toy out of her pussy and showed me it, glistening and absolutely covered in her cum.

After regaining her faculties after her orgasm. We swiftly ordered some dominos and started watching the film. It was incredible, she was so excited about it all. I could tell that she was nervous about me watching the film as I’m such a film geek and she really wanted me to like it. As we watched we talked, I let her tell me all her favourite parts as she’d seen it a million times before. Even though we were hundreds of miles apart it felt like we were side by side in that moment. We ate and laughed together. The film was good, funny and a very cute story.

After the film finished, Amy was still very horny. I hadn’t cum earlier and she wanted to hear me, plus that week I had bought her a vibrating butt plug and she was aching to use it. She set the phone up on the bed with the camera angled between her thighs. Usually she didn’t like to take photos or videos directly between her legs as it made her feel quite self conscious. I told her she didn’t need to, I didn’t want her doing anything she wasn’t comfortable with. She said she wanted to but told me not to get used to it. Her pussy is utterly beautiful and I adored every single inch. She lubed up the plug and slowly she slid it inside her incredible asshole, gasping as she did. Seeing her ass clench around the neck of the plug made my cock drip precum. She turned on the vibrations and was moaning almost immediately. She started to rub her clit whilst the plug vibrated away inside her. In between the moans she asked.

A – “Would you like to see me use my rabbit at the same time?”

W – “Oh my god yes!”

She laughed at my reaction, the thought of her using both toys at the same time turned me on so much. She loved teasing me and reached for her rabbit. She stroked it against her pussy for an age. Running it up and down her lips and circling it around her clit. Teasing herself yes, but teasing me as I watched. She slowly pushed the tip inside and let out a huge gasp. She inched it further inside herself.

A – “Oh my god, it’s so tight right now.”

I watched her thrust the toy all the way inside as she moaned. At my request she kept taking it all the way out and thrusting it all the way back in. Seeing her pussy stretch and envelop the toy was incredible to watch. Her breath quickened. I was stroking my cock as fast as I was able and knew I’d soon be getting close. Amy started to fuck her pussy faster, moaning out with every single thrust. She was soaking wet and I could see her wetness dripping down onto her plug filled asshole. I was right on the edge.

A – “I want you to cum with me, I’m so close.”

W – “I’m right on the edge. Let me know when.”

Amy started thrusting more vigorously, letting out “oh my god” one after another. She was moaning so loudly and she rapidly built up to her orgasm. As she began to cum she said “now, now, now!” and started to scream out, this sent me over the edge. I started to moan out myself, I shot rope after rope of cum all over myself. It went everywhere, down to my calf and all the way up to my neck. It was a huge orgasm and my body was shuddering. Amy was trembling in the wake of her own orgasm. She pulled the cover up over herself and snuggled up in it. I just wished I was there to hold her afterwards. We chatted for about 15 minutes and both remarked how much we’d enjoyed the day. We said we needed to do it again and soon. I needed to grab a shower and Amy had some work to do so we said we’d speak later. I jumped in the shower and under the boiling hot water reminisced about the day. I was ludicrously happy and was looking forward to our upcoming date.

Later that night I messaged but our interaction took an odd turn, Amy’s messages were short and infrequent. Over the Monday and Tuesday our messages became fewer and farther between. Instead of the hundreds of messages every day it was closer to 10-20. Things felt weird and her responses just felt a bit off, it was playing on my mind.

On the Wednesday I called her and explained how I was feeling. I asked if she wished to have a take-back on our conversation from the Friday night prior. If maybe she wished we’d stopped speaking then. If i’m honest, considering how special Sunday had felt to me (and I thought to her) I expected this question to be met with annoyance. Maybe leading to some reassurance that I was maybe just reading into things too much.

A – “To be honest, yes. For your sake I think we should stop speaking.”

I was absolutely blown away. I won’t go into the entire conversation, mainly as I can’t really remember it all. It’s a bit of a blur to me. Over the next couple of days we kept in rather infrequent contact on the following Sunday she told me that she had met someone on Tinder. Despite her belief that she couldn’t know how she felt without meeting someone. She must have clicked with this person more in that 3-5 days than we had in a couple of months, as she didn’t meet him until after she first said she wanted to stop speaking to me. When she told me this I wished them all the best and told her that she deserved to be happy. Whilst I was devastated that she didn’t think she could find that with me, I truly meant it as she is the most incredible person I have had the pleasure of having in my life. I promised to respect her decision and said I wouldn’t call or message again.

This was 4 weeks ago today, 4 weeks since I heard her voice. As a surprise for the date that we’d never actually get round to having, I bought the rainbow strapped backpack and orange set. I haven’t been able to bring myself to send them back, so they’re just sat in my room, reminders of what could have been.

There is one thing that I implied (by saying how much I cared and that I had “feelings”) and never actually said and I wish I had. At the time I think I was scared that it would scare her off (I guess that isn’t something I need to worry about now) or maybe I didn’t truly realise it until after she was gone.

I love you. I love your laugh, your smile, your kindness, your mind, your fear of spiders, your love of yorkshire puddings and absolutely everything in between.

“So I’ve spent every day since then Chasing Amy, so to speak….”

**Will and Amy will not return.**

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If you’ve got this far then thank you so much for taking the time, I know these stories have been long and probably not your usual GWS material, but It was a story that I needed to write.

As always all feedback, comments and messages are most welcome.

**”It’s your love I’m lost in, even though I’m nothing to you now.”**

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