Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F] Part 3

"Ugh, is this really all of my clothes?"

I'm not liking what I'm seeing. This room is supposed to be mine but it feels alien to me. Its drab and lacking color. Black blankets on white sheets, white carpet, white drapes. Bland on bland on bland! How did our parents raise Her? Huh? Pathetic!

I felt more at home in my boyfriend's apartment. I mean, I see photos of us, wearing business attire and stuff, but that's all I'm seeing! Boring! I don't see photos of us and our boyfriend at all, rarely any photos of us out and having fun. What is wrong with her?!

Our closet is so boring! Why? It's all black, white or gray skirts or blazers, and white or black blouses! I've seen my drawers of "swimsuits", I guess you can call those swimsuits, and I can honestly say I will not be wearing any of those at all!

"I... I don't like any of this!"

I looked over to Chris, my beloved boyfriend, and he's reassured me that this is my collection of clothes. I refused to believe that. I refused to accept that! Right now I'm wearing what I'm, I guess, supposed to wear but it feels icky to me.

"Honey, can we go to the mall please?" I asked in a mini-panic and he kind of perked up a little.

"Sure, Bella, we can go."

I feel happy! I can go to the mall with my boyfriend! We can walk around and hold hands, buy ice cream and stuff. Oh, but how am I supposed to pay for all of this? I mean, I guess I'm somewhat rich or something right? Maybe I'll ask mom, Charmaine or whatever her name is. I can't seem to remember her name. I guess I can just call her "mom" though, right?

I went out of my room and for a moment I wanted to just call for her, but that moment passed and so I decided to just look for her. Man, this house is massive! Marble floors, pillars and shit. How rich are we anyway?

"Bella, you have a credit card you know," Honey called out to me. Oh, that's right, I do have a card. Some sort of black card in my wallet.

I asked him to drive for me and he's elated as usual. I would drive but I think I left my car over at the apartment and I honestly wouldn't trust an amnesiac to drive anyway.

Over the past few days I've been spending as much time as I can with him. I can't help but feel like being around him, he makes me feel special and nice. Oh, if only I can stay like this with him, but I'm well aware that it's temporary. Soon, I'll be back to my "normal" self. I wonder how that will be? Will the current me just vanish or will it merge with my old self? Will the memories I'm building with my boyfriend stay with me when I revert back to my old self, or will I forget it? I'm scared, I don't want to forget this! I don't want to forget him! But at the same time, I don't know how my old self is! What if the old Isabella is a mean bitch to my Honey? What if she emasculate him or treat him like shit!? Oh, it makes me angry just thinking about it.

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We walked around the mall hand in hand, taking and laughing and carrying on. Some store clerks tried to stop us as they hawked their good at us, but Honey has been good enough in rejecting them. There was even a few modeling agency who tried to get me to sign up for then, but I had to politely decline. They felt kind of shady and I didn't like the way they looked at me, it felt like old men undressing me, ugh gross.

We went to some boutiques and looked through some really nice clothes. I even modelled it for him and he approved each and every one of my choices. Unfortunately, I couldn't buy some of the clothes I wanted because there weren't any in my size. My shoulders are a little broad, my hips are too wide and my breast and butt are too big. Maybe this is why the clothes I have are all like that.

I bought this really nice yellow sundress and immediately wore it and stuffed my drab gray and black skirt and blouse in my bag. The dress has a sunflower design on it and it really highlighted my breast. Honey was staring at them and I purposely pressed them together for him to look at. I wanted to press his face in between my breast but I have to maintain my decorum, maybe later on when we're back in his apartment.

I did manage to buy a few cute tops though and I've bought a few leggings too, some shorts and some jeans as well. We went for some ice cream at the food court, he got rocky road while I got vanilla and we just sat and enjoyed each other's company.

"Izz! Izz!"

I hear this buzzing in my ear and I thought it was some mosquito or something that managed to get itself in this facility. I looked around, maybe it's not some wayward mosquito, and I see a bunch of girls smiling, ear to ear, waving at my direction. Again I looked around, trying to see if someone else is waving at them. Then I finally realized that they are waving at me. I looked at Honey and he just shrugged at me.

"I guess they're your friends," he responded calmly as he took a bite from his ice cream. Then his eyes went wide as he looked at them and then my face.

"Let me guess, I didn't introduce you to them," I sighed. She seems to be very secretive and is proving to be such a pain in our ass. Why can't She be honest with others? Why does She need to be so secretive?

Oh, I'm unemployed apparently, according to my parents. By choice, not because I couldn't find a job or anything. I wonder what I did with my free time before I lost my memories.

The girls clamored around me and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Annoying gnats buzzed at my ears and my head is starting to hurt!

"Nice outfit! Where'd you get it Izz?" requested one of the girl, the one with the long, blonde, bouncy hair.

"I errr… over in Clarice's over... there," I answered as I'm trying to lean back while they're bending towards me.

"It's really cute! I didn't figure you for the dress type!" She continued and I struggled to find the words to reply for her.

"What about the party this week? Are we still doing that?" queried the other blonde girl as she looked around the group, this one has shorter hair, and she looked at me expectantly.

I glanced over to Chris and he gave a short shake of his head and mouthed "no" at me. "No, I... I can't do it."

"Aww, but you have a nice apartment! So, who's the boy?"

"Oh! He is my boyfriend!" I proudly proclaimed and I hear Chris almost choke on his ice cream. The girls squealed as they crowded around him. They asked him question about how we met, how long have we been together, and I honestly didn't catch any of it. I wanted to know too! One of the girls, a girl with long, pretty, brown hair was far too touchy with him. Way too touchy.

I'm feeling somewhat... angry.

"So this is the guy, huh? The guy you were hiding last week," expressed the brown haired girl alluringly as she licked her lips. I don't know why, but I'm feeling even more angry now as her words filled my head.

"Ye -- yeah, he's my boyfriend," I heard myself say, reinforcing the words ‘my boyfriend' for her. She gave me a look and a wink and instantly I know this girl is trouble. Chris is just sitting there, frozen, with a look of fear in his face.

I grabbed his hands and I walked away, towing him with me. "Honey, we're leaving!" I declared and his legs pumped fast just to keep up with me.

"Hey! Izz, come back!" called out one of the girls but they couldn't keep up with me.

We're driving home and I felt so low right now. I don't know, I'm sensing that those girls are trouble. I hope I don't see them again, I'm feeling somewhat threatened by the brown haired girl especially. She's not the prettiest of the bunch, it's actually the short blonde that's pretty, but there's something about her that I didn't like, especially how she is around my boyfriend.

"Honey, how did we meet?" I petitioned aloud, finally breaking the awkward silence that has covered our ride. He gave me a short laugh and he looked over and rubbed the back of my head and he ends it with a pinch of my cheeks.

"Well, we met at this Italian Restaurant 2 years ago. I was a waiter and you were waiting for your date and I guess he stood you up. Well, I was about to leave when I noticed you're still sitting there, sipping on wine and eating bread. I thought to myself 'how can anyone stand this beautiful girl up!?' so I asked if I could sit with you and you let me. That's how we first met."

"That's sweet and sad at the same time," came my opinion as I took his hand and placed it on my cheeks. I love feeling his warm hands on my face. "So we've been together for 2 years then?"

He nodded slightly and I could feel his hesitation. "What's wrong, Honey?"

"Ah.. it's, it's nothing Bella. It's nothing."

Sometimes he would give me these looks like he's soaking me in. He's very affectionate to me and I feel like he's making the most of it. I don't know, but it feels so good to be loved by him. I wonder what kind of person I was before I lost my memory.

"Why do you not know them? I mean, you know they're my friends but you looked so... uncomfortable around them."

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "Bella, I mentioned before that you were very secretive right? You didn't introduce me to any of your friends. I mean, I don't even know their names except for that time when you ---"

He stopped suddenly, almost suspiciously, and focused on driving. I pestered him about but he wouldn't reveal it. He just held my hand, our fingers interlacing with one another, and gave the top of my palm a kiss.

When we got to his apartment, he sat me down on the couch and he sat next to me. I placed my bags on the other side of the couch and I cuddled against him. He stroked my cheeks and my arms and I felt protected and loved.

"Um, Bella, if you really want to know I'll continue."

I took a deep breath and started tracing circles around his thigh. I guess he took that as confirmation as he began to speak. At first I was shocked about what my supposed "friends" did to each other, and was even more shocked when this 'Alana' wanted to sleep with my boyfriend! Thankfully, old me stopped that but the fact that Alana knows where he lives -- where WE live -- is alarming.

"So why didn't she sleep with Mark instead?" I asked the very obvious question, and he gave me a playful nudge.

"That's what I said!"

We laughed together seeing the absurdity in their situation.

"What kind of a person was I before I lost my memory," I asked him. His hands stopped moving and he sat up and looked at me. Already a bad feeling is starting to creep up on me and if my suspicions are correct then I'm going to really feel bad.

"I don't think you want to know," he expressed and I swallowed hard as I asked him to please tell me. I can take the truth, I'm a big girl.

"Isabella you were -- WERE -- the worst girlfriend I have had so far."

Those words instantly tore something through my heart. I felt pain there, pain I haven't felt yet, like little javelins being thrown into my heart. Tears are starting to rim his eyes as I looked into them, and I could tell he's hurting by just saying those words.

"She'd constantly make fun of my height, how I'm so thin and even the fact that I'm working was a joke to her. She'd constantly emotionally berate me, how I should be so lucky to be with her and that no one else will want to be in a relationship with some short-ass like me. I'll be honest, there are a lot of times where I would rather not be around her, and for the past year and a half I've been thinking up ways of breaking up with her. She was only in a relationship with me because my penis is big, that's it. I was only some meat for you, for her I mean, to play with. I was nothing to her."

I couldn't stop crying when he said those things. I'm a blubbering mess at this point!

"The day she lost her memory - the day you came to my life - I was planning on finally breaking up with her. I couldn't handle her constant emotional tear downs. I couldn't handle her treating me like some cheap whore that she could just toss aside after she was done. I wanted to feel like a man that day, so I fucked her. I took control of her, but I messed up. It's my fault that you're here and she's sleeping or in a coma or whatever you want to call it."

He held my hands and then turned to look at me with his tear streaked face. "But then everything about you changed. You're smiling openly, you didn't stop me from hugging you and you actually hugged me! We used to not even look at each other after we had sex. You're laughing and you're crying, and you're showing me your scared or happy. All the things the old Isabella never did is laid out in front of me and I love it. But now, I'm realizing that I'm falling in love with the new Isabella, you, and I'm scared. I'm scared that when you leave me - and you will - and She returns, I wouldn't know what to do."

I couldn't help myself and I just embraced him. I know that when I leave and She comes back that I know he'll be sad. I know that I will be sad and that She might not even remember all the wonderful things we've done.

"Honey, let's just... let's not talk about this any more because I'm really feeling sad and disgusted at my old self right now."

He laughed and I joined him. He wiped away his tears and he wiped mine as well and he gave me a kiss.

We're making dinner and we're preparing to roast some vegetables and chicken breast and one thing led to another. After we put the trays into the oven I just felt this feeling deep within me. I got up on the counter top and spread my legs for him, I'm just wearing an oversized shirt I had bought earlier, and he slid my panties aside. I'm already soaking wet, and he stuck two fingers in. He pumped it in and out of my pussy and I'm looking down at it while he started lifting my shirt up. He took my right breast out and began sucking on it gently, taking my nipple in his mouth and pulling at it softly. God that felt so great, and his fingers felt like magic. His fingers would squirm and wriggle while it's inside me, touching my zones and making me feel so good. Moans started escaping my mouth and I'm starting to shake and quiver.

"C-c-coming!" I cried out and I just felt my mind loose itself in this fog of pleasure. He took my lips in his own and we made out while I came and he kept finger-blasting me. I'm trying not to scream but he kept finger-fucking me and it feels so good. I gripped the edge of the counter top with my left while my right held onto his back and my lips and tongue on him. His left hand is on the back of my head as well.

We separated and we just took each other in, breathing hard and fast. I started giggling and I leaned into him in my weakness.

"We got 30 minutes," he whispered into my ears, referring to the oven timer. He managed to carry me over to the couch, surprising me with how strong he is, and I knew what to do, or at least my body knew what to do. He slipped himself out from his jeans and sat down and I slowly crawled up to him while I'm still reeling from my orgasmic high from before and I held his massive cock in my hands and gently stroked it. I kissed him as I sat myself up, making sure to rub his glans a bit. I'm looking down to it, at his beautiful cock and I'm feeling myself drawn to it, lusting for it. My mouth started to water, started to salivate and before I fully realized it I had slid myself over just enough for my head to allow my mouth to wrap itself around his cock head. He tensed up and hissed with pleasure he started rubbing my back.

"You're dirty. You need to be cleaned." I looked at his face and I started to lick the head of his penis. I started painting his log with my tongue, and I didn't care anymore. He hadn't showered yet from our day in the mall and I can taste the salty sweat on his cock. His manly odor filled my head, and I'm getting drunk off of him. I wrapped my lips around his helmet and I started sucking him off, savoring his taste.

He groaned as his head tilts backward. He placed his hand on my head but he quickly retracted it. I gave him a wink so he placed it back on my head again.

I tightened up my mouth's grip around his dick and I could feel it twitching in my mouth. Ooh, that's giving me some tingles down south, so I started using my tongue and wrapping around the head and licking it. He groaned again and I'm feeling somewhat elated at that. I'm bobbing up and down his cock, as low as I can possibly get his thickness. Not even halfway through and he's hitting the back of my throat, and I'm feeling that this is my limit. Oh god, to feel his cock twitching in my throat is something else! I'm gagging and choking and I'm feeling my head start to swim in that fog again. My nose is filled with his scent too and right now I don't want to be anywhere else but here.

Eventually he started throbbing and he tried to pull me away from him, but I bat his hands away and pushed myself down again. He grunted and his pelvis tensed up and I felt him shoot a load into my throat. His dick throbbed and jerked around my throat and I kept feeling him pumping his seed into my throat, filling my stomach with his yogurt. I swallowed along with it, feeling his thick cum roll down my throat, the ones that weren't shot directly into my throat tasted so good when it hit my tongue. Finally, after what seems like a full minute of him coming into my belly he calmed down and as I eased up I made sure to tighten my mouth around him. I came off of him with a deep inhale and I licked my lips and mouth as I tried to get every taste of him I could.

"B -- Bella, you... you never… oh god, that was amazing…"

He couldn't even finish his words when I kissed him. I straddled him, feeling his still hard rock stiffy against my soft pussy and I couldn't help myself. It's like my body is in auto-pilot or something. I reached down and pulled his penis up to kiss my pussy. My pussy lips kissed his glans and I just slowly gyrated while teasing him.

"Bella are you --?" he uttered and I just looked at him. I plunged myself around him and felt this sudden electricity shoot all over my body! I've had sex with him before but his girth seems to always be new around me. I came there and then, my walls gripping him tightly and hungrily. He grabbed my hips while I pumped myself into him, loosing myself in my head.

"Fuck! Yes! Give it to me!" came my scream, my voice but not my will, and I couldn't even understand why I'm screaming like that. "Good! So good! This cock is s good!" I continued and in my head I'm still wondering why I'm screaming like that.

I can hear him under me, groaning and moaning. I'm slamming myself down into his pelvis, hard and fast, and it felt so good that I'm starting to loose myself into my head. Suddenly, I couldn't feel his hands around my waist anymore. I couldn't feel him around me, like he just vanished. I mean I could feel him when my ass pounded into him, but it's his presence that I felt is gone. I couldn't feel his love anymore, if that makes any sense. So when I looked down at him all I could see is this scared look on his face. Scared, but he's not doing anything. Like he's frozen. Frozen from fear.

Just like when my "friends" circled him earlier.

I stopped. I stopped and took myself off of him, hearing that wet squelch when his cock came out of my pussy, and I began to rub his face.

"Honey?" I begged with concern and he shook his head softly and I saw life come back to his eyes. He turned to look at me and for a second that fear flashed across his face, and then it was gone.

"B -- Bella? I'm-I'm s-s-sorry."

I embraced him and I realized what really happened. In that moment, She came back. She took control of our body and I'm thankful that I was still driving in our head and stopped Her. I cried against his chest and he just wrapped himself around me tightly, bathing in his warmth. Is this how he is when She fucks him? Is this how he copes when She takes advantage of him? It's the same when a prey detects a predator nearby, just freeze and hope it passes by.

"I'm sorry, Honey! I'm so sorry!"

He gently wiped away my tear with his thumb and brought my face up to look at him. He gave me a deep kiss and then he rests his forehead against mine.

He brought me up to him and then pushed me to my belly. He slapped my ass, "raise your ass up, babe," he instructed and I planted my knees down and brought my ass up for him. I felt his hot breath against my pussy lips and then I felt his lips sucking on my clit and his nose rubbing against my labia. Oh god, that felt so good and I squealed for him! His hands are just squeezing my ass hungrily and he's eating me out! Such a wonderful feeling! I'm already starting to come and he wouldn't get off my cunt. His tongue kept prodding inside, swirling and flicking, licking all of my walls and my floor and roof! Eventually I felt that electricity again, the one that's been building up ever since I mounted him earlier and it blew up inside of me. My toes curled, my hips were starting to buckle and I just screamed into his couch and my fingers wrapped around the cushion.

I hadn't come down from my orgasmic high when I felt his erection slide into me. There it goes again, that pressure from his engorged penis invading my love pocket. "Oooh! Unhhhh! Honey, you're so deep!"

I couldn't tell how deep he is, but when my pussy tightened around him I sort of knew that he's about halfway in. Halfway and I'm already close to coming just from him penetrating me. He drew himself back and punched himself in slowly again, deeper this time. He gripped my hips tightly with one hand while the other rests on my back. Whenever I try to come up he would push me down gently but firmly.

He's grunting with each thrust and I feel like he's a little more rough than usual but I didn't hate it. With my ass up like this he's able to penetrate deep into me and he's touching some really nice place and I couldn't help but scream and moan as his tempo increased. I've lost track of how many times I've cummed for him but he hasn't come yet, not since he threw it down my throat.

My strength is starting to fail me and my hips fell and I'm on my belly, breathing hard and fast. He didn't stop. He just spreads my thick cheeks wide and slid his cock in. I screamed again, and he just laid on top of me. He put his thumb under my chin and he made me look to my left and he then slipped his tongue into my mouth. I flicked mine around his, like we're two fencers having a duel, and eventually I lost when he kissed me again. His hands snaked their way under me from my flank and cupped my breast, rubbing and pinching my nipples.

"Babe, I'm gonna come," he moaned into my ears and reached over and gently stroked his cheeks. "I'm going to --- "

He grabbed my hips and thrusted in deep. His head rest against the nape of my neck and I can feel his hot breath trailing down my back as he's grunting with every thrust. Then I felt this unmistakable warmth wash over my entire lower quadrant. I couldn't help but come again, for the nth time, and I'm shaking like a chihuahua in a blizzard while under him, trying my best not to scream. My mind is in this deep fog, and the little kisses that he gives me on my cheek, lips and neck has become my lighthouse as I sailed towards it.

My mind is in a pleasurable fog, and I'm swimming in it.

"Hi, welcome back," he smiled as he gave me another kiss as I finally found my way back to him. I giggled lightly as I brushed his face weakly. He got off of me and brought me up and he laid back down and let me rest on top of him. I'm feeling his chest rise and fall, and his heart beat drumming through his chest.

"You called me babe," I remarked with a soft chuckle as I listened for his beating heart. It immediately increased as he stroked my back with his finger tips.

"I did, didn't I," he commented with a smile. "Do you hate it?"

I shook my head in the negative, letting my dark braided hair wiggle. "Honey, I wish I can stay like this forever," I professed softly against him, "I wish I can stay..."

He just hugged me tightly against him, against his warmth. I realized, I think we both realized, that when the time comes and She comes back, I cannot be there for him but only in spirit and memory. I hope that the memories I leave him will help him transition to a better life, whether it be with Isabella or another person worthy of his love, this love that he's showering me with.

I hope he never forgets about me. Actually, I'll make sure he never forgets about me.

Then the alarm went off and we scrambled to save our dinner. I trip and fell and I couldn't stop laughing as I rolled around the living room.