Discovering Amy

It seems that in life you often find that, just when you get comfortable on
one course, you find yourself thrust off in a direction for which you are
completely unprepared. My particular situation is a classic case in point.
At thirty, I had thought that my life was pretty well in order. I had a
wife and two young daughters. After working for seven years as a wage
slave selling industrial equipment, I had taken a new position in a larger
city as a senior consultant for a company specializing in helping other
companies with environmental compliance. This meant that, instead of
busting my hump in a cubicle all day, most of my work would be done from my
home office or on site.

When we moved, I had purchased a house from an elderly lady whose
husband had recently died. She was moving back in with her kids and so had
sold me the house lock, stock, and barrel, including all of the furniture
and everything. It was a single level ranch in a quiet old neighborhood on
a huge lot with beautiful old trees and a big swimming pool. The
furnishings of the house were actually kind of tacky, like something out of
a bad 1960s TV show, but I liked them. All in all, I guess I was pretty
happy.

I guess my wife wasn’t, however, because our relationship went straight
downhill after the move. Even though I was setting my own hours and making
more money than ever, she was very unhappy and missed all of her old
friends and family. To make a long (and very unpleasant) story short, one
day she packed up the kids and all of her stuff into her car and left me. I
was sure she’d be back and I never gave up hope- right up until the process
server handed me the divorce papers.

So there I was- alone and single in a strange city. For a couple of
months, I tried the bar scene with mixed results. I found more than a few
willing females but nobody I really wanted to spend more than a night with.
I thought it’d be so easy- I had a big house, great car, good job. I just
couldn’t get into dating and all the hassles that went with it. Almost six
months after the wife split, I was pretty much resigned to spending the
rest of my life single.

Anyway, early summer was upon me and I was working at home one hot
afternoon. Well, okay, I was supposed to be working but I was really
jerking off while watching a porno movie on my big screen TV. Hey- I’d
gone a long time without a woman- it was time to take matters into my own
hands, so to speak. I was really getting into the on-screen action when
the doorbell rang. Being at home alot, I had gotten to talk to Jehovah’s
Witnesses, vacuum cleaner salesmen, selling magazine subscriptions,
and damn near everybody else so I was tempted to blow it off and finish the
important business at hand. The bell rang again so, with a sigh, I pulled
my shorts up over my softening erection and went to the door.

When I opened the door, my cock sprang back to full attention. On my
front porch stood an absolute goddess. She looked to be maybe sixteen,
about five foot two or so, with beautiful curly brown hair pulled back by a
clip. She had that deliciously sexy petite body- somewhere between a girl
and a woman, the kind you know is without an ounce of fat or a blemish to
ruin the perfection. She wore little white Keds, a pair of white cotton
shorts, and a tiny blue T-shirt that was just short enough to show a slice
of her firm, tanned tummy. When I finally got to her face, she was staring
at me with intense green eyes and I realized I had been way too obvious in
checking her out. I mentally chided myself to be more subtle in the future
as she smiled nervously, showing a flash of braces.

“Hi., um… my name is Amy. I’m… uh, we’re trying to raise some
money… and, uh, would you like to buy a candy bar?” I then noticed that
she was holding a cardboard box in one hand, the school find raiser kind of
candy bar box.

“Hi, Amy,” I said with a smile, hoping to cover up for my lack of
discretion when I first opened the door- and also hoping she wouldn’t
notice the huge bulge in the front of my shorts. “What are you trying to
raise money for?”

“Uh, we’re… I’m a cheerleader at Southwest High and I’m… um, we
need new uniforms for next year, so we’re selling candy bars. You want
one?” She was now looking at her shoes.

Oh, okay,” I said, pretending the decision was difficult. “How much are
they and what kind do you have?”

“We’ve got, uh,” she looked into the box, “We’ve got crunch and caramel.
They’re a dollar each.”

“All right, hang on,” I said. I went back into the house to get my
wallet. As I came back to the glass front storm door, I could see Amy on
the porch, looking across the street. I stared at her tight little ass for
a moment. I could clearly see the outline of her white bikini panties
under her shorts. When I opened the door, she spun around like she
expected me to attack her. “Now, how many do you have?”

“What?” she asked, a puzzled look crossing her pretty face.

“How many candy bars are in that box?” I asked, pointing to the
cardboard box she was holding.

She opened the box and counted. “Thirty-two,” she said.

I pulled two twenties out of my wallet and handed them to her. “Here,”
I said, “I’ll make it easy on you. Now you’re all done. Oh, and you can
keep the change. Buy some extra pom-pons or something.”

Amy looked at the money in her hand for a moment, then looked at me.
“Thanks, uh… I mean, you don’t have to…”

“Hey, relax,” I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. “I don’t have
anything else to spend money on. Besides, it’s for a good cause.”

“Well, thanks… I, uh, really didn’t want to waste a bunch of my
summer selling candy anyway.” Amy seemed to, in fact, relax a bit. She
smiled again, this time showing all of her front teeth and confirming that
she did indeed have braces.

“No problem,” I said, “All I ask is that you come back by when you get
those new uniforms so that I can see what you’re getting for my money.” I
didn’t know why I just said that- it just spilled out. Now she probably
thought I was some kind of pervert.

A startled look flashed across her face for just a moment, quickly
replaced by that smile again. “Okay… sure,” she said, “I’ll come back
when we get them.”

“Great… by the way, my name is Steve… Steve Parks.”

“Thanks, Mr. Parks, my name is Amy… oh, I guess I already said that,
huh?” She laughed- just a short little girl giggle.

“Yeah, but hey- call me Steve. Mr. Parks is my dad, okay?”

“Okay… Steve, um… I gotta go now, okay? See ya!” And then she was
gone, across my front yard, around the hedge, and down the sidewalk out of
view.

I stepped back into the house, closed the front door, and yanked out my
dick. It was as stiff as a steel bar. Wrapping my fist around the shaft,
I began to stroke frantically. It took less than a minute for me to empty
my load onto the carpeted floor of my entryway. Gasping for air, I tucked
myself back into my pants, then I reopened my front door and grabbed the
box of candy bars that I had left on the front porch.

For the next few days, Amy had a starring role in my masturbatory
fantasies. I brought myself to the peak of ecstasy over and over with
mental images of her performing every conceivable sexual act on me, and me
performing all manner of unspeakable acts on her. Of course, these were
just fantasies. I didn’t really care to do twenty years in the state pen
and besides, I’d probably never see Amy again anyway- or so I thought.

A couple of weeks went by and my brief encounter with Amy had all but
faded from my mind. I was laying out in my back yard, which is rather
large and completely enclosed by an eight foot brick wall. The three sides
that are not house are further enclosed by trees, ranging from a single row
on either side to a veritable forest at the very back of the property.
Plenty of sun still reaches the pool patio but the entire yard is
completely shielded from outside view- even if one were to climb the wall
and try to look over. Because of the fact that I was thusly assured of
complete privacy, I had discovered the pleasure of sunbathing nude. Not
only did I get an “all over” tan, I also enjoyed the warmth of the sun on
those parts of my body that decorum usually prevented from seeing the light
of day.

So there I was, completely nude, laying on my back, basking in the
warmth of the late morning summer sun while reading a book. Fortunately, I
had left the back sliding patio door open which allowed me to hear the
faint chiming of the doorbell. I got up off of my chaise, pulled on my
shorts which were on the patio deck nearby, and ran to answer the door. I
didn’t know who it could be but I chuckled to myself as I remembered what a
pleasant surprise I had gotten the last time I answered the door in the
middle of the day. I certainly didn’t expect that to ever happen to me
again.

I opened the door and lost my breath. I couldn’t believe my eyes!
There stood Amy, this time wearing- oh my God, she was wearing her
cheerleading uniform! I forgot my admonishment to myself last time to be
more subtle as I drank in the sight of her. She wore white Nikes with
white socks that had little white lace trim around the tops. Her luscious
tanned legs ended where her white pleated skirt began, the skirt being just
long enough to cover her ass. The white sleeveless top was trimmed in red
at the collar and along the sides and had “SWHS” in big red letters
diagonally across the front. She was again wearing her hair pulled up (I
wondered what she looked like with it down) and was watching me with those
big green eyes of hers. She had her head down slightly and was biting on
her lower lip like a little girl, obviously embarrassed to be examined like
this.

“Oh, wow, Amy,” I said, finally catching my breath, “You look fabulous!”

“You think so?” Se was blushing now. “My legs look too fat in this
skirt.”

Christ, just like a woman, fishing for compliments! “There’s nothing on
you that looks fat… the uniform looks great on you!” My heart was
pounding, among other things. I couldn’t wait to jack off with this mental
image. “I really appreciate you coming by to show it to me.”

“Well, you said… um, I wanted you to see…” She was stammering now.
She looked at me for a moment and I suddenly realized that I was wearing
nothing but a pair of flimsy cotton shorts. “I… uh, I’m sorry if I got
you up” (if she only knew!) “or out of the shower or something.”

“No, no… I was just laying out by the pool…” Now I was a bit
embarrassed. I was sure that the outline of my erection was plainly
visible through the thin cotton of my shorts.

“You have a pool?” Amy asked suddenly, her eyes lighting up.

“Uh, yeah… in the back yard…”

“I wish we had a pool,” said Amy. “I’m on the swim team at school and I
really should swim every day but it’s too far to school and I don’t drive
yet.”

“Come on in and I’ll show it to you,” I offered, holding open the door.
I realized that being half naked and inviting a clearly underage girl
wearing a cheerleading uniform into my house may not have looked very good
to my neighbors but a quick glance around revealed only the blank faces of
houses that seemed to be empty. Amy, for her part, didn’t hesitate at all,
instead walking right in. “Straight on back down the hallway.”

I followed Amy down the hall, my eyes glued to the hem of her short
skirt swishing back and forth as she walked, just barely covering the
bottom of her butt. She had amazingly toned and muscled legs, obviously
the result of lots of exercise. “You’ve got a really nice house,” she
commented over her shoulder.

“Hmm?” I became aware that she was speaking to me. “Oh, thanks. It’s
awfully big for just me but it’s home.”

“Oh, wow, it’s beautiful!” Amy exclaimed as she opened the sliding glass
door to the patio. “How come you live here all alone? Aren’t you
married?”

“I am… er, was,” I replied, “I’m divorced. My wife… uh, ex-wife
and kids live out of town.”

“Oh,” she said, turning to me and putting her hand over her mouth, “I’m
sorry! I didn’t mean to be nosy!”

“No, that’s okay,” I said. “Water under the bridge. Hey, speaking of
water, how about that pool?”

“It’s great!” Amy said, turning her attention back to the pool. She
kicked off her Nikes and used one hand to steady herself on the patio table
as she pulled off first one sock, then the other. As she bent over to
reach her socks, her skirt climbed far enough up her backside for me to see
the triangle of red Spandex where the briefs under her skirt disappeared
between her legs. Straightening back up, she dipped her toes into the
water. “Oooh… it’s warm,” she said in a voice that almost made me come
in my pants. “The pool at school is so cold… this feels soooo good!”

You can… uh, use… I mean, um, swim in it… uh, any time you
want,” I said, my voice cracking. For God’s sake, I was nearly twice this
girl’s age. I should be all cool and smooth and instead here I was,
stuttering like I’m sixteen and trying to ask her to the homecoming dance!

She looked at me for a long moment with those big green eyes, as if
trying to read something in my face. “Really?”

I swallowed hard, trying to clear my throat. “Sure… just come over
whenever…”

“Cool!” she squealed. “Do you mind if I go swimming now?”

“Uh, no,” I answered, “Go ahead. But what about… I mean, you, uh,
don’t have a… you know, swimsuit.” For a brief moment I thought- and I
sure as hell hoped- she was just going to strip off her clothes and jump
in.

“I know, silly!” she laughed. “I’ll run home and put it on. I just
live around the corner.” She grabbed her shoes and socks and started for
the door. “You’re sure it’s okay?”

“Uh, yeah, sure… just let yourself back in. I’ll be back here.” With
that she was gone. As soon as I heard the front door close, I dropped my
shorts and freed my pounding erection from it’s prison. I closed my eyes
and envisioned Amy in her sexy little cheerleading uniform as I urgently
masturbated. I gasped as an enormous jet of semen erupted out of me and
landed on the patio concrete, followed by another, somewhat smaller blast.
One final spurt landed between my legs and I breathed deeply, savoring the
sweet bliss of orgasm.

I suddenly realized that I needed to make myself presentable if Amy was
coming back over. I ran into the house, stripped off my thin cotton
shorts, and pulled on a pair of jean shorts with boxers underneath. At
least now I wouldn’t have to worry about portions of my anatomy poking out
at an inopportune moment. Slipping on some Aquasox, I padded back out onto
the patio, stepping over the puddle of my fresh come. I had just plopped
down onto my chaise and slipped on my Ray-Bans when I heard the front door
open, then close.

“Mr. Parks? It’s me… Amy,” she called, as though I were expecting
dozens of teenage girls and she needed to announce which one she was.

“Come on…” I squeaked. I cleared my throat. God, what was this girl
doing to me? “Come on out,” I called in a more normal voice, “I’m out
here.”

She emerged from the house into the bright afternoon sunlight. I sucked
my breath in through my teeth as I studied her through the dark lenses of
my sunglasses. She was wearing a one piece electric red swimsuit, cut high
around the neck but not so high around the hips. Not very revealing as far
as bare skin showing, but tight enough to fill in plenty of my imagined
details of Amy’s delightful little body.

“What did I tell you about calling me Mr. Parks?” I asked as I watched
her walk over to where I sat. As I stared, through my sunglasses, between
her legs at the cleft that was visible through the tight red material, I
was very glad I had changed my shorts. She stopped a few feet from me and
dropped the towel that she was carrying onto the deck chair. “My name is
Steve.”

“Sorry… Steve,” she said as she took the hair clip out of her hair.
Once released, her curly brown mane cascaded down onto her shoulders. So
that’s what she looked like with it down. Her hair was not very long, only
a little beyond her shoulders, and fairly tightly curled. The curls showed
off streaks of lighter reddish brown and there were even some blondish
highlights. All in all, her hair was the finishing touch to her “cute
little cheerleader” look. “I forgot… it won’t happen again.”

“It had better not,” I said, smiling to show that I was kidding. My
eyes, however, were busy running all over her body. Her breasts, obviously
small anyway, were flattened out by the tight suit. Her hips were still
narrow, without any of the flaring that occurs as women age. When she
turned around to kick off her shoes, I finally got a good look at her tight
little ass. It was, as I had expected, beautifully firm, without any fat
and absolutely no sag. This girl was incredible.

Amy walked past me to the shallow end of the pool. There were a series
of steps leading down into the pool and she slowly descended them, slipping
into the water. “Oh, this feels great!” she said as she sank up to her
shoulders. She ducked her head under water, then came back up, shaking her
head to get her wet hair out of her face. She then began to swim, the
crawl stroke, across the pool. Soon, she was swimming laps. All I could
do was watch in awe as her lithe body cut through the water. Whatever else
she was good at, she was definitely a good swimmer.

After ten minutes or so of steady swimming, she slowed her pace.
Rolling onto her back, she began a leisurely back stroke to the shallow end
of the pool. Once there, she made her way up the steps and out of the
pool. I had grabbed her towel off of the chair and handed it to her as she
stepped out of the water. She dried her face and rubbed her hair, then sat
down in the deck chair as I returned to my chaise.

“Oh, that was great!” she enthused, “Awesome! God, I wish I had a pool
at home!”

“I told you,” I replied, still staring at her body through my
sunglasses. God, her nipples were hard and looked like they were going to
poke right through her suit! “You can use this one any time you want.”

“I can’t… I mean, you’ve got to go to work and stuff… besides…”
she trailed off.

“Anytime I’m home, you’re welcome to come over and swim,” I said. “The
only reason I have to be here is that you have to go through the house to
get to the pool. Otherwise, you could use it any time at all.”

“You’re sure?” Amy was looking at me intently- I wasn’t quite sure why.

“Yeah… no problem,” I reassured her, like I was really going to turn
her away. “I hardly ever swim in it and it seems like a waste of time for
me to clean it and take care of it if nobody’s going to use it.”

Amy slipped on a pair of sunglasses and reclined back in the deck chair.
For the next three hours or so we talked, just talked, getting to know one
another. I told her the sad, sad tale of how I ended up alone in a strange
town. She took her turn, telling me about herself, answering many of the
questions I’d wanted to ask but hadn’t felt right about asking.

Amy was sixteen and going to be a sophomore next year. Obviously, she
was a cheerleader but she herself admitted that she wasn’t very popular,
even among the other cheerleaders. She described them as “stuck-up snotty
bitches” and said that they didn’t like her because she didn’t “fuck the
whole football team.” When she said this, I glanced over in surprise. I
wondered if this meant that she had a boyfriend that the other cheerleaders
didn’t approve of or if she meant that she was a virgin and didn’t fuck
anybody at all. She answered that question in the next breath, explaining
that her mom wouldn’t let her date.

As time went on, she talked about her family. Her mom and dad were
still married, although separated. She lived with her mom who was seeing
some guy who was a real jerk. She had no brothers or sisters and her mom,
who was an electrical engineer at a plant that made aircraft instruments,
worked second shift, meaning Amy spent most of her time alone. I thought
this sucked and said so. “So what do you do?”

“Oh, you know,” she said, stretching her lean, firm body in the chair,
“I go to the mall if I can catch a ride, or just hang at the house. I
really like to jog. Sometimes I jog to the library.” That explains the
legs.

“You don’t have friends in the neighborhood?” I asked.

She looked at me for a moment to see if I was joking. “Oh, yeah, you’re
new here. Everybody in this neighborhood is ancient! I’m the only one
around here who’s under a hundred!” She looked at me again and laughed.
“Besides you, of course!”

“Yeah, I was gonna say,” I laughed too. We both fell silent, letting
the warm sun beat down on us. After several minutes, I glanced over at
her. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing….” she said softly, trailing off again.

“Oh, come on. You’ve gotta be thinking something. Besides, if we don’t
liven up a funeral’s gonna break out around here!”

Amy smiled. “Okay, but you gotta promise you won’t laugh.”

“On my honor as an officer and a gentleman,” I replied with an
exaggerated British accent.

“No, seriously!” she said, looking slightly hurt.

“Okay,” I said, sitting up, “I promise.”

“I was… oh, I was… thinking…” she hemmed and hawed for a moment.

“Spit it out!” I urged.

“Oh, okay! I was just… I guess, uh, wishing that you were… you
know…” she stopped.

“That I was what?” I knew what I thought she was going to say, but I
didn’t want to guess and be wrong.

“I wish you weren’t so old,” she blurted out. That’s what I thought she
was going to say.

“Hey! You make me sound like I’m ready for a rocking chair on the front
porch of the Sunnydale Nursing Home!”

Amy smiled nervously. “No, it’s not that… I mean, I wish that you
were my age… you’re the first boy… well, you know what I mean…
that I feel like I can talk to and be around. If you were my age, well…”

“I know what you mean,” I smiled at her, “To tell you the truth, I feel
the same way. If I was sixteen right now, I’d… well, anyway.” I clasped
my hands together behind my head and leaned back. “Look Amy, you’re a very
special young woman with a lot going for you- no, I mean it! Somewhere out
there there’s some guy who’s going to see how special you are and want to
treat you right. I know that it may not seem that way now, but I’ll bet
he’s a lot closer that you think. When you meet him, you’ll know it.” What
I didn’t say was that there was a thirty year old guy sitting right here
who would like nothing more than to fulfill her every need.

She laughed slightly. “I wish he’d hurry up and show up!” She looked
down at herself for a long moment. “Next time I come over, I’ll have to
wear something that lets me get a little more sun… if it’s still okay
for me to come over again?”

“Sure, Amy, like I said- anytime.”

We sat in silence for a long time, until the sun began to drop behind
the tall trees at the back of the yard. Finally, Amy stood up and said,
“Well, I’d better get going.” Slowly, she picked up her towel and wrapped
it around her slim waist. She began to walk towards the house and I got up
to follow. Suddenly, she stopped and turned to me.

I was taken completely by surprise when she wrapped her arms around me
and hugged me tightly. I could feel the warmth of her body against me,
separated only by a layer of thin material. We stood for several moments
and I soaked in the sensation of her breathing, her heartbeat, her tiny yet
tautly muscled body. I looked down at her and she looked up at me. I
looked into those deep green eyes and I thought I saw… a deep flush of
crimson blush spread across her cheeks, blending into the sprinkling of
freckles across the bridge of her nose.

I wasn’t sure what to do next, I knew what I wanted to do, but… and
then, as if she had made a decision within herself, she stood on her
tiptoes and kissed me. I stood perfectly still in surprise as she pressed
her sweet lips against mine. The kiss didn’t last long- only a moment- but
in that moment, I felt a rush of desire, passion, maybe even… no, it
couldn’t be. As quickly and suddenly as she had kissed me, she was gone,
running from the patio like a scared rabbit. I can’t say that I blamed
her- I felt the same way.

That night, I lay in bed and slowly stroked my rock hard penis as I
imagined fucking Amy… no, that wasn’t right. There was something very
special about this girl. I didn’t just want to fuck her… I wanted to
make love to her. I imaged her calling out my name as, with our naked,
sweaty limbs entangled, we moved in that innate, natural rhythm, gently
exploring each other until… alone, in my darkened room, I moaned Amy’s
name over and over as my sticky seed sprayed all over my chest and stomach.
I fell asleep imagining her laying against me, as we whispered the quiet
secrets of lovers.

The next morning when I awoke, I stumbled into the bathroom and looked
myself hard in the eyes. In the cold light of reality (read: daytime) I
told myself that I had simply been too long without a woman. I couldn’t be
infatuated with a girl half my age… could I? Hell, I’d go to prison for
sure. Yet, I found myself thinking up scenarios where she and I could
somehow… no, I told myself over and over, it just wasn’t right.

After showering and dressing, I had reached a conclusion. If anything
were to develop between me and Amy, I would simply take it as it happened.
I wasn’t going to press the issue. If this was going to happen, it would
be fully her choice. With the problem thus resolved, I sat down to get
some work done.

Shortly after noon, the doorbell rang. My heart leapt. I raced to the
door and flung it open to find Amy on the porch, holding a small gym bag.
She was dressed in her white Keds, a black T-shirt, and her white cotton
shorts. “Hi… can I come in?” she asked in a small voice.

“Sure! I mean, please do,” I replied enthusiastically. I held the door
open and she stepped inside.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to see me again,” she said softly.

“Why in the world would I NOT want to see you again?” I asked
incredulously. “I’ve been counting the minutes until your arrival.” I
closed the door behind her and steered her into the living room, where she
sat on the edge of the couch. She looked down, not meeting my eyes.

“I… I shouldn’t have… you know… I kissed you!” she seemed ready
to burst into tears.

“Yeah, so? I mean… I sure didn’t mind. What’s the problem?”

“I shouldn’t tease you like that…”

“Look,” I said firmly, lifting her chin with my fingertips so I could
look into those scared green eyes, “I didn’t think that you were teasing
me. You kissed me because you wanted to. Just because I’m a little older
than you doesn’t mean you can’t give me a kiss if you feel like it, okay?”

“But…” she sighed. “But I feel… I don’t know. When you and I were
talking yesterday, I felt so… you know… it felt good. Then, when I
hugged you, when I kissed you, I… oh, God,” she was blushing furiously
now. “I shouldn’t even be saying this… I wanted to… you know, do
more.” She almost whispered the last.

“Amy, look,” I knelt down so that we were eye-to-eye, “I would love
to… well, do more, as you say. But I don’t want you to do anything
you’re not comfortable with. Like I said yesterday, you’re really special.
You deserve to be happy. Whatever you want… I’ll…” I didn’t know what
to say. I know I wanted to beg her to let me make love to her, but I had
resolved to let her set the pace.

“No…” she said hesitantly, “It’s not that… I mean, it’s not you or
anything, I just… I don’t think I’m ready. I… oh, God, I felt like I
wanted to… and this is the first time I’ve ever- well, the first time
anybody ever made me feel that way. And I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” I said as reassuringly as possible. Hell, I was scared too.
Fucking terrified, actually. “Whatever happens, happens. One way or
another, we’re friends, okay?” She nodded. “Now, did you bring your suit?”
She nodded again and sniffled. “Why don’t you change clothes and we’ll go
hit the pool… we’ll cool off and maybe talk some more later, okay?”

“Okay,” she said softly. She smiled at me, showing her braces again.
“I’m sorry I’m such a jerk.”

“Hey… stop,” I said, running the back of my hand under her right eye
where a single tear had left a wet trail down her cheek. “You’re hardly a
jerk… many things you are, but jerk is not among them.” She stood
finally, and picked up her gym bag.

“Where should I change?”

I wanted to suggest that she do it right there in front of me but I bit
my tongue. “Why don’t you use the hall bathroom? Next to the last door on
the left before you get to the patio.”

“Okay,” she said, heading off for the back bedroom. Personally, I was
already wearing my swim trunks, so I went into the kitchen to get a cool
drink. After that conversation, I was damn near overheated. When she said
she wanted to “do more” I had almost lost it. I had to try to get a grip
on myself… well, I was sure I’d do that later, but I needed to also
maintain better self control.

I headed out of the kitchen and down the hall toward the patio. As I
walked down the hallway. I passed the bathroom where Amy was changing. I
heart jumped into my throat when I saw the she had not completely closed
the door! Light from inside the bathroom was visible through a half inch
crack along the door jamb. I knew I shouldn’t, but my curiosity (and
perverted nature) got the better of me. Getting as close to the crack as
possible, I peered into the bathroom.

Amy was turned slightly away from me so that I was looking at her back
and left side. She had already pulled off her T-shirt and was wearing her
white shorts and a white bra. As I watched, she reached back and
unfastened the bra, then shrugged it off. Dropping it on the counter, she
picked up- hey, she had a black bikini!- her bikini top and fastened it
around her, then pulled it up and adjusted it into place. Because of the
way she stood, I didn’t get to see any more than the sides of her small
breasts but I liked what I could see.

She then slipped her white shorts and panties down her legs and stepped
out of them. Putting them on the counter as well, she stepped into her
shiny Lycra black bikini bottoms. She spent a moment adjusting her bikini
in the mirror, which was out of my view. Hard-on raging, I quickly stepped
out onto the patio. I had just sat down on my chaise and slipped on my
sunglasses when I heard the sliding glass door close behind me. I turned
and my breath was taken away as I got my first full look at Amy in her
black bikini.

I had pulled another chaise over next to mine when I had cleaned the
pool earlier in the day and she moved over to it. I watched every move of
her supple body as she lowered herself onto the chaise, stretching out in
the sun, slipping on her own sunglasses. The bikini left little to the
imagination. The top was strapless and was obviously slightly padded,
giving her a bit of cleavage. The bottoms were cut very high on the hips
and scooped low in front, highlighting the flatness of her stomach. Her
legs were slightly parted and, through the shiny black material, I could
clearly see the outline of her pubic mound. It then dawned on me that she
was watching me study her. “Do you like this suit a little better?” she
asked with a smile in her voice.

“Uh… yeah,” I said, sounding terrifically stupid. I was desperately
trying to get my brain into gear. “I think… um… wow! That’s what I
think.”

“Well, like I said yesterday, I wanted to get some sun,” she said. “My
swim team suit isn’t really made for tanning.”

“Hmmm… right,” I muttered, still staring at her body. My dick was
throbbing, stiff as a board, inside the left leg of my swim trunks. I
wanted so desperately to stroke it… no, I wanted so desperately to yank
Amy’s bikini bottoms off and slide it balls deep into her tight little box.
I took several deep breaths to calm myself down, willing myself to restrain
from leaping all over her.

Amy was either ignoring or oblivious to my state of intense arousal.
Personally, I’d say it was the former, as a blind nun could have determined
that my hormones were in an uproar from five blocks away. Through sheer
force of determination, I reclined back onto the chaise and closed my eyes
to slits, turning my head so I could still see Amy’s delightful physique.
She also lay back, soaking in the afternoon sun. We stayed that way for
some time, silently, and I began to think that she had fallen asleep.

Finally, she stretched languorously, like a cat, flexing every muscle-
and she had a lot of really nice muscles to flex! I watched as she rolled
over onto her stomach. She turned her head so that she was facing me but I
couldn’t see through her glasses if she was actually watching me. I was
definitely watching her, however.

The back of her swimsuit bottoms was actually mostly black mesh, with
just a middle strip of shiny black Lycra- almost a thong but not quite as
revealing. That narrow middle band had climbed tightly between the
smoothly rounded hemispheres of her ass and the mesh clung tightly to her
cheeks. The back strap of her bikini top was the same black mesh material,
with just the cups of the bra solid to hide her small but infinitely
desirable treasures. I was sure that I had trickles of drool running out
of the corners of my mouth.

“My mom doesn’t know that I have this suit,” Amy said, breaking the
silence. “She’d have a cow if she saw me wearing it… she thinks I’m too
young to wear makeup!”

“Well,” I croaked- somewhere along the line, I had forgotten to breathe-
I swallowed hard and started again, “Well, parents want to look out for
their kids but sometimes… uh, sometimes we just want them to stay little
kids forever.”

She raised up on her elbows. “Yeah, but she needs to get the clue that
I’m not a little girl any more.” Jesus, if she saw the view I was getting,
she’d probably figure it out! “I don’t care if my mom doesn’t want me to
grow up.”

“Oh, I think she knows that you’re not a little kid,” I replied, “I’m
sure it’s not that she doesn’t want you to grow up, it just that she just
doesn’t want you to grow up too fast. You know, enjoy being young.”

Amy crossed her arms under her chin and looked at me. “What do you
mean?”

“Well, for starters, someday you’ll have to go out into the world, get a
job, have a family, all of that kind of stuff. No matter how easy that
sounds, it takes a lot of responsibility,” Amy groaned at the word, “No-
seriously, the real world pretty much sucks, no matter what MTV tries to
tell you. For most of us, it just ain’t no fun.”

“You seem to do okay.”

“Yeah, well for the past seven years I sat in a damn cubicle slaving my
life away to make somebody else rich. My point is that right now you can
just kick back and enjoy yourself, so you should. Your mom wants you to
learn responsibility and discipline- that’s what a parent is supposed to
do. But she also wants you to enjoy being a kid and not to be in to big of
a hurry to get old and gray like me.”

Amy smiled at that. “You’re not too gray,” she said.

“Well, this conversation is making me feel even older than I already
am,” I said with a grimace. She giggled, a squeaky, girlish sound that ran
through me like an electric current. We subsided into silence again, the
sun beating down on us relentlessly. The minutes ticked by as I ran my
eyes over her, exploring every exposed inch of her beauty.

Not only did the trees surrounding my back yard prevent anyone from
seeing into the yard, they also blocked most of the wind. As a result, the
air around us was almost completely still which was causing the heat to
become somewhat oppressive. A fine sheen of perspiration covered Amy’s
skin and beads of sweat were collecting in the small of her back, right
above the edge of her bikini bottom. “Hey, I’m about to burst into
flames!” I exclaimed, “Why don’t we jump in the pool and cool off a
little?”

“Mmmm… okay,” she replied. I stood up and watched as she rolled
over, then stood up also. I took two steps and leapt into the deep end of
pool, sending mini tidal waves crashing against the sides. I almost lost
my sunglasses as I popped back to the surface. Treading water, I looked up
at Amy, who stood on the edge of the pool, legs spread slightly, hands on
hips. I stared into her crotch.

“Jump on in,” I urged, “It feels great!”

I watched as she walked around the pool to the shallow end and slowly
descended the steps into the water. I floated on my back, enjoying the
sensation of the warm sun and the cool water. Turning over, I paddled my
way towards her. As I got closer, she met me with an incredible wall of
water! Spitting and spluttering as she squealed with joy, I returned the
favor, splashing her with a vengeance. Soon, we were engaged in a
full-scale water fight, with cascades of water firing back and forth. I
began to get the upper hand as I moved closer to her and she turned away
quickly and made for the edge of the pool, shrieking.

She made it to the edge and held on. “I give up! I give up!” she cried
as I moved in for the kill. I closed in on her, trapping her facing the
wall of the pool. She acted like she was going to try to climb out and I
grabbed her around the waist, growling playfully. She fell back against me
and, for a long moment, time stood still. I felt the warmth of her body
against me, her bare skin against mine, her back against my chest. I know
she could feel my stiff pulsing erection against her ass. Then, she moved.

Instead of moving away, as I expected, Amy turned around to face me.
Now I could really feel her. Her loins pressed against mine, my penis only
two layers of cloth away from it’s goal. Her small breasts were against my
chest and I could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath. I looked
down into her upturned face, staring into those smoldering green eyes. She
parted her lips slightly, as if to speak, but no words came. I could no
longer resist. Lowering my face slowly, our lips met.

A gentle, tender kiss at first, her lips felt like fire against mine.
She put her arms around my neck, pulling me more tightly against her. I
could feel every inch of her petite frame pressing against me. Our kiss
intensified, our lips parting, tongues exploring. I felt her braces. Amy
tasted like peppermint. Slowly, finally, our lips separated. She opened
her eyes and looked up at me again, smiling.

“We’d better get out of the water before we drown,” I said softly.
Taking her hand, I led her up the steps and out of the pool. Grabbing my
beach towel off of my chaise, I spread it on the grass next to the concrete
patio. I sat down on it and patted the spot next to me, “Come on, pull up
a chair… I won’t bite… much.”

Amy smiled nervously, but sat down next to me. I leaned close to her,
softly stroking her face with my fingertips. She closed her eyes and
shuddered slightly as I ran the tips of my fingers over her lips, down over
her chin, and back up her cheek. Gently, I leaned her back until she was
laying on the towel. Sliding down so that I was beside her leaning on one
elbow, I again pressed my lips to hers. It was obvious that she had not
had much experience doing this, but I was certainly not complaining. Her
eyes were closed and her head thrown back as we kissed. Any question that
I might have had regarding whether or not she was a willing participant or
not were answered when she again put her arms around my neck, pulling me
against her.

I was laying on my left side, leaning across the right side of her body.
My right hand was on her stomach and I could feel how tense and taut the
muscles of her abdomen were. As we continued to kiss, I ran my fingers
over her belly, roaming from the very top of the waistband of her bikini
bottom to the lower edge of her bikini top. Working up my nerve, I ran my
hand up slowly and cupped her left breast tenderly. Without breaking our
kiss, Amy murmured, “Hmm-mmm,” and reached down with her left hand to move
my hand back to her stomach.

Our kisses eventually subsided and I raised up a bit on my left elbow. I
looked down at her and she stared back up at me. For a long while, neither
of us said a word- neither of us had to. A small smile appeared on her
face. “I’m sorry…”

Exasperated, I said, “Amy, what do you have to be sorry for?”

“I shouldn’t… you know… lead you on like that.”

“What are you… oh, you mean…” I shook my head, “Hey, if you’re not
comfortable doing something or with the way I’m touching you, just say so-
I’ll stop.”

“I’ve never really… I mean, I’ve only messed around with one boy,”
Amy lowered her eyes and started to blush, “That was at a dance a couple of
months ago. I’d never even kissed anybody before that. We kissed, kind of
like… kind of like you and I were… and he tried to touch me. I
didn’t want him to- I told him to stop. He got really mad and told me…
um, that I was a tease. Then…” She stopped.

“What?”

“He, uh… he went and told everybody that I… you know, I, uh…
that we…did it. And we never did! I never let him touch me! I’m still
a virgin!”

“Hey, shhh,” I said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently, “Look at
me… Look, your body belongs to you and nobody else. You don’t have to
do anything that isn’t right for you, ever. I don’t think you’re a tease
and don’t worry- I’m not going to spread any rumors questioning your
integrity, okay?” She nodded and smiled at me, showing me her braces again.

“I’m just so… scared,” she said, “When we kiss, when you… when you
touch me, I… I feel so… I don’t know…” She took a deep breath. “I
want so much to let you… you know… for us to, uh, do it.” God, if she
only knew how much will power it took for me to maintain some semblance of
composure when she said that. “I just don’t know… I’m just not ready.”

“That’s okay,” I gasped, my painfully stiff dick trying to fight its way
out of my swim trunks, “You should wait until you’re absolutely sure you’re
ready before… um, you don’t want to do anything you’re not sure about.”

Amy sat up on one elbow and leaned forward, kissing me again. “Thank
you so much for saying that, Steve. And thanks for… I guess for
understanding. I just want to make sure it’s right before…”

By now, it was late afternoon and the sun was starting to dip below the
trees. I really hadn’t given any thought to the time but Amy sat straight
up and said, “Oh my God! What time is it?”

“I have no idea,” I replied, “Why? Got an appointment?”

“No… cheerleader meeting at school at 4 o’clock. Man, I’d better get
going!” She jumped up and headed for the house. I watched her ass in that
wonderful swimsuit as she crossed the patio and disappeared into the back
door. I got up and moved to the chaise, relaxing again in the sun.
Shortly, she came back out of the house, dressed once again. “It’s a long
way to school and I’ve gotta ride my bike!”

“Why don’t I take you?” I offered, “If you’re not embarrassed to be seen
with an old man…”

“Oh, would you? That’d be great!”

“Sure! Hang on just a sec while I go and get my wallet and a shirt,
okay?” I ran in the house, threw on a T-shirt and slipped on some Nikes,
then shoved my wallet and car keys into the pocket of my swim trunks. I
locked the front door, then headed back out onto the patio. “Okay…
let’s get moving.”

We entered the garage through the back garage door and Amy squealed with
delight when she saw my car. When the wife had divorced me and I knew I
was alone for good, I figured I’d better have a cool car and since I was
paying alimony and child support it couldn’t be too expensive. I had
looked around and gotten lucky enough to find a good deal on a beautiful
black 1967 Mustang GTA convertible. The top was already down, so we jumped
in and, after opening the garage door, roared out of the garage, down the
driveway, and down the street.

As we cruised down Del Rio Boulevard towards the high school, I snuck a
few glances over at Amy. She had her head thrown back and her hair was
blowing in the breeze. She had an enormous smile on her face and seeing
her happy like that felt good. We didn’t try to talk over the noise of the
road and the muted thunder of the big 390 cubic inch engine. When we
finally pulled up in front of Southwest High (at five til four,) she was
beaming broadly. “This car is so great- thanks for the ride.

“I will chauffeur you anywhere, anytime, my sweet.”

“Um… I’m gonna need a way home… will you come pick me up?”

“Sure,” I said, “Just call me on my cellular when you’re done, okay?” I
gave her the number, which she wrote down on the back of her hand with a
pen from my glovebox. Then, surprising me, she leaned across the console
and kissed me full on the lips, right out in public. Hopping out of the
car, she shut the door behind her. I watched that delightful little ass in
those white cotton shorts as she ran into the school.

Lord, what was I doing? I thought to myself as I pulled away from the
curb. I was working my way further and further into a hole that there was
no easy way out of. I knew that the consequences of what I was doing were
grave indeed and yet, something inside of me told me that Amy was worth it.
Everything about her was so wonderful, her scent, her eyes, her hair, her
body, and, most importantly, her sweet, loving personality. She was a
dream and a fantasy come true. I sighed to myself, resigned to be twisted
into knots by this perfect young lady.

While I was waiting for Amy to call, I decided to get the oil changed in
my car. It seemed like I very rarely drove it and I had only had the oil
changed once since I bought it. I had just finished at the Quick Lube and
was driving out of the parking lot when my pocket began to ring. Pulling
out the Motorola, I answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Steve, it’s me,” came Amy’s voice.

“Hi, me. Are you ready?”

“Yep. We’re all done. Where are you?”

“Just turning onto Jefferson Avenue heading towards Del Rio… I’ll be
there in a few.”

“Okay, see ya!”

Turning off the phone, I realized that I had a big shit eating grin
plastered onto my face. Never before had just talking to a woman made me
so happy. Either I was losing my mind or else I was… no, I quickly
corrected myself, I must be losing my mind.

I pulled up in front of the school to find Amy waiting by the curb.
Although she was alone, there were three other girls standing in a group,
just outside of the doorway. They watched Amy climb into my car. Great, I
thought to myself, one of them is going to mention this to their mom and by
this time tomorrow I’ll be in jail.

Amy, as though reading my mind, interjected, “I told the other girls
that a neighbor had given me a ride since I was late. That’s not a lie!”

I laughed as I accelerated down the street, leaving behind a layer of
tire rubber. “No, I guess it’s not.”

Again, we rode in silence, enjoying the late summer afternoon heat. I
started to head for my house but Amy stopped me. “Why don’t you just take
me home? You can see where I live.”

“Okay… just tell me where to turn.”

Following her directions, we pulled onto a quiet, tree lined street just
a block north and a block east of my house. She directed me to park in
front of a smaller, white house complete with a white picket fence and a
trellace covered with ivy. “Well, this is it… you wanna come in?”

“Do you think I should?” I asked. Yeah, it’d be great to have her mom
catch me in the house… I’d probably get shot.

“Sure… my mom doesn’t get off until eleven.” It was just after five
thirty. “Come on, you’re not chicken, are you?” she teased.

“Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly,” I intoned.

“Jeez, you are so paranoid!” Amy mocked as she unlocked the front door.
Entering the house, we were in an entry hallway whose walls were covered
with pictures. I looked curiously as Amy pointed out several of them,
“There’s me with my dad-” God, the guy was only a little older than me!-
“Me with my mom and dad together-” hey, Mom was pretty cute… I saw where
Amy got her looks- “Me with my dad fishing when I was like six, me as a
baby…”

I followed that sweet little butt down the hallway and looked into a
small but very neat living room and a spotless kitchen. Past Mom’s room-
“That’s my mom’s room-” and on to the one room I really wanted to see…
“And this is my room.”

Amy flipped on the light and I followed her into what I would consider
to be among the most valuable property on the planet. Amy’s room was
decorated in white and pink with off white carpeting. Her bed was made
with a white spread trimmed with pink ribbon. The furniture was white.
The dresser, upon which sat the TV, and makeup table were against the wall
as one entered the room, the closet was on the wall to the left, and the
bed was against the far wall. She had white bedside tables, on one of
which was a Mickey Mouse telephone. Against the right hand wall was a
desk, on which sat a computer.

I stood there for a moment, inhaling the delicious scent. The room
smelled faintly of perfume (Escape by Calvin Klein) but with a hint of
strawberries. “Hang on,” she said, “I’ve gotta hang up my swim suit.” Oh,
yeah, she’d been carrying that gym bag around for so long I’d forgotten
what was in it. She opened a door I hadn’t noticed on the other side of
the computer desk- obviously her bathroom- and disappeared for a moment.

Looking around me, I marveled at the relative cleanliness of the room.
Not that it was clean by adult standards but by teenage standards it was
positively immaculate. I stepped over to the bed and sat down on the edge-
soft, but springy… perfect for- hey! Stop thinking stuff like that!
Amy reappeared out of the other room, which I could now see was indeed a
bathroom, and plopped down onto the bed next to me. “Well,” she said,
looking at me again with those beautiful green eyes, “What do you wanna do
now?”

“What do you think I wanna do?” I asked with a leer.

“You know we can’t do that,” she said, but she was still smiling.

“Well, would it be okay… I mean, may I, uh, kiss you again?” I asked
awkwardly.

“Oh, I suppose so,” she sighed.

I leaned over and, once again, felt the tingle of our lips in contact.
Her warm breath was on my cheek and I felt the tiny tip of her tongue
probing between my lips, then our tongues made contact and I tasted the
intoxicating flavor of Amy. We held the kiss for several seconds before
coming up for air. “You uh… you’re…” she stuttered breathlessly, “You
really are a good kisser.”

“Voice of experience, huh?” I joked.

“Well, maybe not,” she said defensively, “But I know what I like.”

“That’s all that counts,” I answered.

“Scoot up here with me,” she instructed, “I’m going to get comfortable.”
She moved farther onto the bed and lay back onto the pillow. I moved up
the bed so that I was next to her and swung my legs up onto the bed so that
I was beside her. I leaned over her and kissed her again. Amy wrapped her
arms around me and held on tight as our kisses became more intense.

Gently, I moved across her sculpted features to kiss her eyelids, along
the sprinkling of light freckles that crossed the bridge of her nose, and
down the pert, upturned slope of her nose to the tip. Working my way down,
I kissed her ears, running the tip of my tongue in and tracing the
exquisite curves, then moving down to her neck. I licked and kissed the
smooth soft skin of her neck, down into the hollow at the base of her
throat, and back up to her shoulders. Her hair was in my face and I
inhaled her sweet herbal scent, determined to savor every ounce of this
wonderful creature.

Amy’s head was back and she was breathing harder as I continued to use
my lips and tongue on her neck and face. I was on all fours now and
carefully moved across her left leg so that my body was in-between her
legs. Gently, I lowered myself down until my body was in full contact with
hers. Her arms were around my neck and pulled me even tighter to her. Our
lips were now locked together, our tongues jousting. My crotch was pressed
against hers, my painfully erect penis straining the front of my swim
trunks. The heat radiating from between her legs was intense. With great
difficulty, I restrained myself from moving atop her, instead waiting for
her to let me know that this was what she wanted.

It didn’t take long. I felt the instinctual, rhythmic rotation of her
hips beneath mine and, our lips still locked together in a kiss, I felt her
gasp with the sensations flooding through her body. I moved against her,
my dick a steel bar restrained only by a thin layer of material, rubbing up
and down along the seam of her shorts. She moaned, a low, animal sound
deep in her throat, as she ground herself against me, her hips lifting and
thrusting.

I lifted myself up on the palms of my hands, arms locked straight, so I
could put more force on our simulated copulation. I looked down at Amy and
I had never seen a more beautiful sight. Her head was thrown back with her
hair spread out behind her on the pillow. Her eyes were tightly closed and
she was biting her lower lip, as if in concentration. Her breath was
coming in short rasps. She ran her hands up and down my chest under my
T-shirt. I rutted against her harder and she responded by locking her
ankles behind my back.

By now, the bed was making that familiar squeaking sound. I had been
right in my first estimation, the soft but springy mattress was perfect for
the motion of sex. Of course, the reason that I started thinking so much
about the engineering of the bed was to keep myself from making a big,
sticky mess in my pants. From the high pitched noises that Amy was making
and the panting of her breath, I knew that I was not the only one
approaching the peak. I pounded against her as hard as I could and she
responded with her hips, our bodies coming together until finally…

Amy arched her back and let out a short scream, her legs pressing me
tightly into her hips and keeping me from moving. That lack of motion was
the only thing that saved me from emptying my balls into my swim trunks.
“Ohhhhh… oh, oh, oh, God,” she hissed through tightly clenched teeth,
“Oooohhhh… yeah… oh…” She slowly relaxed her muscles and sank back
down on the bed. I watched as she let out a long breath as though coming
up from deep underwater. Her skin was flushed and her hair was damp
against her forehead. Even though all of our clothes were still on, I
could feel the intense heat radiating out from her pubic area. I could
also smell the aroma of her arousal, the pungent musk, mixed with the
delicate perfume of her sweat. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly
again. When I did, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. “What did you
do to me?”

I was startled by the way she asked me that question. “I… uh, I’m
sorry… I thought… I mean, you didn’t…”

She smiled. “No, silly, I’m not mad. It’s just… God! I’ve never
felt anything like that before.”

Relieved, I moved out from between her widely spread legs and sat on the
edge of her bed. She sat up and swung her legs around so that they were
tucked under her and she was sitting next to me, leaning on me. “You mean,
you’ve never… uh, had, um…”

“An orgasm?” she finished. I glanced at her. “Yes, I know what it’s
called… we watched those films in health class three years ago. And
yes, I have had one, when I… well, you know,” she was blushing again,
“When I play with myself. But I’ve never had one like that.” She looked at
me for a moment. “Did you…”

“No,” I said. I didn’t know how much she knew about the male workings
so I thought I’d better elaborate. “When a man… uh, has an orgasm…
um, stuff comes out, see, and… well, I didn’t want to make a mess and
besides, I really wanted you to… uh, have one first.”

Amy looked down into my lap, where my erection still was tenting out the
front of my swimsuit. “I could feel you… you know, rubbing against me.
I felt your thing… your penis,” she was blushing furiously now- even her
ears were red. The next words out of her mouth really shouldn’t have
surprised me, but did. “Can I see it?”

All of a sudden, I was terrified. This was the moment of truth. Well,
actually I’d probably already broken the law a couple of different ways but
I knew once my pants were off, so were all of the bets. I wanted to jump
up, to run, to… hell, I don’t know for sure what I wanted to do. I
tried stalling for at least a moment. “Are you sure? I didn’t think you
were ready.”

“Not to… not to, you know… put it in me,” she said with a nervous
laugh. “I just want to see… I’ve never seen one, you know, in person.”

Oh, well, that’s different! No way I could get in trouble for that!
Yeah, right. I knew I was going to do it… there was no way I could hope
to stop myself. But I figured I’d try for the bonus, anyway. “If you get
to see me, I want to see you. Fair?”

She seemed to think for a moment. “Tell you what… let me see your
thing and I’ll… um, I’ll take off my T-shirt and shorts… but my
underwear stays on. Okay?”

What could I say? I stood up, kicked off my shoes and pulled my T-shirt
off. As I did, Amy did the same thing, revealing her small breasts cupped
in a delicate white nylon bra- the same one I’d seen earlier in the
bathroom at my house. Now for the coup de grace. Amy seemed to be waiting
for me, her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her white cotton shorts.

I began to slide my shorts down, but got hung up for a moment on my
engorged member. Amy, meanwhile, slipped her shorts down and off,
revealing a pair of baby blue nylon bikini panties. I stopped what I was
doing for a moment to take in the view. Her panties were trimmed with lace
at the legs and waist and a tiny bow just below her navel. What really
caught my eye, however, was the large wet stain in the crotch. She was
bent over, stepping out of her shorts, when she looked up at me. As it
happened she looked up just as my imprisoned cock burst forth. She gasped,
as it stood out from my body, pointing directly at her face, separated by
maybe a foot.

Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t have one of those
porno-star sized dicks. Mine is, from everything I’ve heard, read, or seen
in locker rooms about average in length. I have had women tell me that it
is above average in girth and I like to ascribe to the theory that girth is
what makes the difference, anyway. However, I guess when you’ve never seen
one, anything looks pretty damn huge, because Amy’s eyes got wide as she
straightened up, staring at it. “You might want to get a towel,” I said as
normally as I could under the circumstances.

“What?” she said. My voice broke the reverie but she still did not tear
her eyes away from my erection.

“I said, you might want to get a towel,” I repeated. “This is
definitely gonna make me cum and it’ll make a mess if you don’t have
something ready to catch it in.”

“Um… okay,” she muttered, turning and heading into the bathroom. I
sat down on her bed and watched her go, her ass moving quite nicely in
those nylon bikini panties. When she came back, carrying a large white
terrycloth towel, my eyes focused on the large wet spot on the front of her
panties. I could now really smell her arousal- the aroma of her pussy was
very strong and driving me crazy. “Now what?”

“Well, first I’m going to get comfortable.” I lay back on her bed
propped up on my elbows, with my prick pointed at the ceiling. I didn’t
touch myself, I wanted this to last. Amy dropped the towel between my legs
and sat down on the bed beside me. She was so close that the heady scent
of her juice was almost overpowering. She was mere inches from my dick.

“It’s so… big,” she said softly, “How can it fit up… inside of me?
God, that must hurt!”

“Only the first time,” I said in a strangled voice. My cock was
throbbing in time with my heartbeat but I still didn’t touch it. “And then
it only hurts for a second. Girls can… stretch. Like for having
babies.”

I watched her as she continued to inspect me. “It looks like it
hurts… it’s so red… it looks… I don’t know, angry, kinda.”

“It is, in a way,” I replied with difficulty, “It wants to come.”

Then, Amy shocked me again. She stretched out her hand towards my
penis… but stopped just short. “I’m sorry… may I, uh… may I touch
it… er, you?” She asked in a voice that sounded like a little girl
asking for a cookie.

“Oh, God, Amy, please do,” I urged. The first brush of her fingertips
over the ultra-sensitive skin of my hard-on was nearly enough to drive me
over the edge, but I fought my orgasm down. Her fingers fluttered over me
like a butterfly. I was in heaven.

“It’s so hot,” she murmured.

“Wrap your hand around it,” I directed, and she complied. Her tiny
hand, wonderfully cool, barely was large enough to encircle my shaft. “Now
go up and down,” I said. She took me literally, moving as though to pull
start a recalcitrant lawn mower. “Ow! No, gently… gently,” I said.
She complied and I watched as she ran her hand up and down my raging rod,
her brow furrowed in concentration. “Mmmm… much better,” I breathed,
doing everything I could not to come.

I was sucking air in through tightly clenched teeth as I leaned on my
elbows, watching Amy pump my turgid shaft. Her breasts jiggled slightly
with each stroke, her nipples hard, her darker aerolae clearly visible
through the thin white nylon of her bra. She sat with one leg hanging off
of the bed, the other crossed in front of her, and I stared between her
legs at the moist patch on the front of her panties. I so wanted to bury
my face between her legs, to savor the taste of Amy’s body, to make her
feel what real pleasure was about.

“Does it… feel good?” Amy asked hesitantly.

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. I couldn’t take much more of this.

“Better than… you know, a woman?”

“Mmmm… nothing feels better than that. After all, that’s what it was
made for.”

“Some of the girls at school told me… well, uh, do they really…
um, have you ever, you know, had a girl put it in her mouth?”

“Yeah… ooohh… that feels great, too,” I looked at her, “Do you
want to try that?” I asked hopefully.

Amy made a face. “Ugh… no, thanks! I mean… I don’t think I’d
like it.” She certainly didn’t slow down on the stroking, however. I was
getting closer by the second and could feel the load boiling up in my
balls.

“You never know until you try,” I gasped, “But you don’t have to do
anything you don’t want to… uhmmmm… I’m almost there…”

“Are you gonna… is something gonna come out?”

“Mmmm-hmmm… oh, oh, here it comes, oh, oh, Amy…” I moaned as I felt
the familiar rush of my orgasm wash over me. She gasped but kept stroking
as my penis jerked and the first jet of semen burst out of me.

“Oh, my God!” she said softly as the first jet shot about three feet in
the air and landed on my stomach, followed by another, smaller blast that
landed on my chest.

“Huhnnn… don’t stop… ohhhh,” I groaned as she kept milking me, the
last of my sperm pouring forth over her fist, running down her wrist and
all over my crotch. “Oh, God, Amy… oh, yeah…”

“Are you done?” she asked, still holding my now softening cock.

“Mmmmm… yeah,” I sat up slightly and smiled. “Well, what did you
think?”

“You were right,” she had released my penis and was busy wiping my
sticky residue from her hand and arm. “It was messy.”

“Well,” I replied, grabbing one end of the towel and wiping puddles of
my cum off of my chest and stomach, “Keep in mind that what you just saw is
supposed to happen up inside of you.”

A panicked look crossed her pretty face. “Can this get me pregnant?”

“No, for two reasons,” I reassured her. “First, it has to be inside you
and second, I’ve had a vasectomy so I can’t get anybody pregnant anyway.”
She looked relieved.

I sat all the way up and, as she stood up, I swung my legs over the edge
of the bed and put my feet on the floor. She was already pulling up her
shorts, then quickly grabbing and pulling on her T-shirt. I stood up and
stepped into my swimsuit. She avoided looking at me as I pulled my T-shirt
over my head. “You’d better get going… my mom will be home soon,” she
said, looking down at the floor.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked. Oh, shit, I’d pushed too hard and now I’d
blown it.

“Oh, nothing… I just,” she shrugged. “You’d better go.”

“Okay,” I said, walking with her to the door. “Will I see you
tomorrow?”

“Uh… no, I don’t think so,” she said hesitantly.

I stopped with my hand on the front doorknob. “Look, Amy, I… please
look at me, okay?” She raised her head slightly so I could see her green
eyes. “What we did… it doesn’t mean… look, you’re still a virgin,
okay? I thought you wanted to do… you know, what we did. I didn’t mean
to make you do something you didn’t want to do. I’m sorry if you feel
like… like I pressured you or something.”

“No… it’s not that,” she replied softly, looking down again.
“It’s… oh, I don’t know what to say…”

“Well, tell me what’s wrong!”

“I… I need some time, okay? Can I call you… later? Let me think
for a little bit.”

“Sure,” I said. I handed her one of my cards with my number on it.
“You’ve got my cell phone number. If you can’t reach me on one, just try
the other.”

“Okay,” she said. I opened the door but she stopped me before I could
step out. Standing on tiptoes, she kissed me. “Look… it’s not you,
okay? Just… just give me some time to think and I’ll call you.”

“All right,” I answered, stepping outside. “I’ll be waiting.”

I started to drive the few blocks home, the decided instead to take the
long way. I pointed my car down the highway out of town west, into the
orange glow of the sunset, towards the spot where the sun had dropped below
the horizon.

I really didn’t know what to do. I felt like a complete heel. Here I
was, a normal, healthy- albiet divorced- thirty year old man and I was
setting a course for ruin with a girl half my age. Then, to make matters
worse, instead of playing it cool and taking my time like I had planned on,
I was coercing her into giving me a handjob in her bedroom. I didn’t think
that Amy was the type to seek adolescent revenge by calling the cops or
anything, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she never spoke to me again.

Several miles outside of town, I pulled the car off the road into a
deserted former gas station. I parked the car and killed the engine. the
sudden silence was deafening. I looked up at the canopy of glittering
lights against the velvet blue of the night sky and wondered what it all
meant. There was something about this whole situation that bothered me and
it wasn’t the threat of going to jail. I couldn’t put my finger on it, or
maybe I just didn’t want to at the time, but I knew that there was more to
this whole dilemma than mere infatuation.

I stayed there looking at the sky for over an hour. I’ve always found
that the night sky is very therapeutic, offering a practically unlimited
backdrop against which almost all of life’s problems seemed rather
inconsequential. Finally, I heaved a large sigh and restarted the Mustang.
As the engine came to life with a rumble, I glanced one last time at the
shimmering diamonds sprinkled across the vast panorama of night and steeled
myself to tough this thing out- this girl was worth it.

Three days went by and I did not see or hear from Amy. Twice, I almost
went to her house but decided against it. When she was ready, she would
let me know. Sure enough, on the morning of the fourth day, Saturday, my
phone rang. “Hello?”

“Uh… Steve? It’s me… Amy,” she sounded scared.

“Hi,” I said, trying to hide my excitement. “I was hoping you’d call.
How’ve you been?”

“Oh, okay I guess,” she said. “Uh… we need to talk. Can I… uh,
come over?”

“Sure,” I said. Now I was scared. When a female says “We need to talk”
you’re in trouble for sure. “When do you want to come by?”

“Right now is as good as ever… I, uh, I’ll be by in a little bit.”

“Okay. Bye.” I hung up the phone. She was going to tell me that she
never wanted to see me again. I knew I should just let her walk away…
that it was better for both of us. Instead, I braced myself for a fight. I
wasn’t going to lose her that easily. I was still bracing myself for the
battle that I was sure was to come when the doorbell rang. Taking one
last, deep breath, I opened the door.

Amy stood in the doorway, shifting from one foot to the other. She once
again had her hair up and this time she was wearing a short red T-shirt
with faded jean shorts. She smiled nervously. “Hi…”

“Hi. Come on in,” I invited, holding the door open for her. She
stepped inside and I closed the door, then indicated the living room. She
sat down on the edge of the couch with a look on her face like she was
about to get a tetanus shot or something. Before I sat down, I offered,
“Something to drink? Tea, water… beer?” She shook her head no and I
took a seat in the leather recliner in the corner. “Okay, you said we
needed to talk…”

“Um, yeah,” she said, looking at the floor. “About the other day…”

“Look, I’m sorry about that,” I interrupted. “I never should have gone
in your house. I didn’t mean…”

“Stop!” she said forcefully. I did. “Just let me talk for a minute,
okay?” I nodded, resigned to my fate. “Now, like I was saying… the
other day, we… I… came close to doing… er, letting you do,
something that I don’t know… if I’m, um, ready for. The problem is… I
wanted to… I wanted you to, you know…”

She took a deep breath. “I guess what I’m saying is that I think I, um,
am falling in love with you-” you could have knocked me over with a
feather- “but-” uh-oh, the other shoe drops- “it seems like we… uh, I
hardly know you. I guess… I always thought my first time would be
special, you know? I really want it to be… special, I mean. I’d really
like it to be with you but… but I want us to be… you know… closer
first.”

I waited for a moment to make sure that it was my turn to speak. “Amy,
I… I completely agree with what you’re saying. I want to… I want to
make love to you. So much that it hurts. But I want it to be something
that you want to do… something that makes you happy. I’ll tell you
what… let’s spend some time just being friends, doing things together,
you know… we won’t rush things. When the time is right, we’ll know it.”

She smiled and stuck out her hand. We shook on the deal. We both stood
up and hugged each other tightly for a long time. We shared an intimate,
loving kiss. I decided right then that this was the right woman for me.

For the next three weeks, we spent almost every day together. We went
to the park and played on the swings, we went to the zoo and fed the
animals in the petting zoo, we went to the mall and shopped. We did all of
the things that lovers do, except for make love. I was studiously careful
to be on my best behavior. We held hands, hugged, and kissed each other
hello and goodbye but other than that I observed a strict hands-off policy.

During this time, I discovered many new and exciting things about Amy.
She liked to cook and we spent many evenings experimenting with recipes in
my kitchen. Being a bachelor, most of my meals usually consisted of pizza
or… well, pizza, so the culinary delights that we whipped up were a
welcome relief.

She also was a baseball fan. Three times we went to see the local minor
leauge team play and each time she impressed me with her knowlege of the
game. The highlight of our ballpark trips came on our last outing when Amy
caught a foul ball. The way she shrieked with delight you would have
thought it was a home run ball in the World Series.

Most importantly, we enjoyed each other. Amy turned out to be funny,
intelligent, and interesting. We had discussions about virtually every
subject under the rainbow, from politics to music. We didn’t always agree
but she never failed to impress me with her thoughtful views and ideas.
She was mature beyond her years and definitely dispelled any preconceived
notions that lingered about pretty cheerleaders.

Almost a month had passed and finally, I had begun to admit to myself
what I had known all along but not owned up to- I was in love with Amy, as
well. Every moment that we were apart seemed an interminable eternity. I
had never felt this way… not even when I first met my ex-wife. As I
pondered this I realized that her age didn’t matter to me anymore. She
made me happy and I made her happy and that was all that mattered.

Late July had arrived and all was right with the world. It was a
Thursday evening and Amy and I had just finished a delicious meal of four
cheese and spinach lasagne. The dishes were in the dishwasher and we had
retired to the couch to watch some movies on the big screen TV in my living
room. We started with “Scream,” and she sat close to me on the couch, my
arm protectively around her. The movie was scary enough to keep her warm
little body pressed against me but it was over all too soon. We got up and
stretched, preparing to watch “A Nightmare on Elm Street.”

“Did I mention,” she began- have you ever noticed that when women start
with “Did I mention” you can bet that 1) they didn’t mention it and 2)
you’re not going to like it- “Did I mention that I will be gone next week?”

“Um, no,” I replied, “You didn’t mention that. Where are you going?”

“Cheerleading camp,” she said, picking up her empty Coke glass and
heading for the kitchen. “I leave Monday morning. It’s mandatory for all
cheerleaders. I can’t get out of it.”

“Where’s it at?” I asked her back as she went into the kitchen and
flipped on the light. She was wearing baggy shorts made from a pair of tan
cargo pants cut off just above the knees but she still had a great butt.

“Where’s what at?” she called back as she opened the refigerator.

“Cheerleading camp,” I said. I pulled the first movie out of the VCR
and slipped the next one in.

“Oh… it’s out at the old Boy Scout camp about sixteen miles east of
town,” she answered as she came back out of the kitchen, turning the lights
off behind her.

“Mmmm…” I said, licking my lips, “A whole camp full of little teenage
cheerleaders. Do you think I’ll fit in your suitcase?”

Amy snorted with laughter. “Yeah, right. Number one, I’m the only
cheerleader you need to concern yourself with and, number two, no boys
allowed!” We sat back down on the couch together.

“But what am I going to do while you’re gone?” I protested.

“Well, you might actually get some work done,” she said. She was right.
I had been skipping out on a lot of work to spend time with her. “I’m sure
that you can handle things just fine by yourself for a week,” she finished,
giggling at the double entendre.

We spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the couch with the scary
movie. Friday and Saturday flew by as well and, before I knew it, it was
Sunday afternoon. Amy came over to say goodbye, as she would be leaving
very early Monday. Since her mom was home, she couldn’t stay for very long
but I was still glad I got to see her one last time before she left.

A week without Amy seemed like forever, but we joked a little about how
nice it would be to be rid of each other. All too soon she announced that
she had to leave. We held each other close and I felt dampness on my
shoulder. Looking down, I saw Amy was crying. “Hey, don’t cry… it’s
only a week.”

“I know,” she said, sniffling slightly as she wiped her cheek with the
back of her hand. “I just… I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I’ll miss you too,” I said, “But you’ll have fun. Hell, in a day or
two you won’t even remember me.”

She smiled. “Don’t count on it.”

Suddenly, I had an idea. “Hold on,” I said, running into my bedroom. I
returned with my cellular phone and charger cord. “Here. Take this with
you,” I said, handing the items to her. “Don’t forget to plug it in and
recharge it. You can call me any time.”

She protested for a minute, then dropped the phone and cord into her
purse. “I’ll call you every day, I promise,” she said as she wrapped her
arms around me one more time. Our lips locked together in a kiss as they
had so many other times but, for the first time since that encounter in her
bedroom, I felt the tip of her tongue probe between my lips. Our tongues
locked together and wrestled for a moment, then she pulled away. “God, I
wish I didn’t have to go… I wish…” she trailed off.

“Yeah, me too,” I said as we reluctantly parted. “Take care, okay?”

“Okay,” she said as she opened the front door and stepped out. She
turned to walk away but stopped abruptly and turned back. “Steve?”

“Yes?”

“I… I love you.” She said it and I knew she meant it.

“Amy, I love you, too.” And I meant it, too. Although I couldn’t
believe I had just said it. By the time I realized what had happened, she
was gone, jogging across my lawn towards her home.

The next night, Monday, I was sitting at my desk rehashing some
incredibly boring new government legislation. It was late, about 11:15 or
so and I was just getting ready to call it a night and hit the rack. The
electronic warble of the phone startled me for a moment. I got up and
picked up the cordless off of the table behind me. “Hello?”

“Hi, lover.” Amy’s soft voice was unmistakable on the other end- as
though anyone else would call me “Lover.”

“Hi! How’s camp?”

“Oh, it’s okay, I guess. Jennifer, Tara, Missi-” three of the other
cheerleaders from her high school- “and I are all in the same cabin. The
food sucks.”

“Imagine that,” I laughed. “Every camp I’ve ever been to had crappy
food. It’s part of roughing it.”

“Yeah, well I’d like to rough it right now with a pizza,” she replied.
“There’s a lake out here but I don’t think I’ll swim in it. Oh, and
there’s tons of mosquitoes.”

“Hey, it’s the great outdoors,” I said. “It builds character.”

“Well, I don’t want any character. This sucks.”

“Oh, it’ll be over soon. Just try to enjoy it.”

“Anything going on there?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. I’m just sitting here with about five thousand pages of
government regs that I need to sort through.”

“Sorry I’m missing that.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Steve?” Amy said my name so softly, it almost didn’t come across on the
cellular.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“I gotta go… I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I replied, a catch in my throat.

She hung up and so did I, but I stared at the phone for several long
minutes. Amy and Steve request the honor of your presence at their
wedding… What the hell was I thinking? This girl was sixteen! Still,
she had a lot to offer.

That night I dreamed about Amy, but not about having sex with her. I
dreamed of us buying a house, being happy. It was nice. I awoke the next
morning with a start, half expecting to find her next to me. Jesus, I was
sinking fast!

The next two days crept by. Without Amy, I was getting more work done
but hating it more as well. She called both nights to talk, just the usual
stuff. Thursday, I went out to a client’s plant and was gone well into the
evening. I got home at 9:00, ate, changed clothes, then settled down to
watch SportsCenter. About 11:00 the phone rang and I picked it up on the
second ring. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi.” Her voice sounded different. Oh, it was definitely Amy but she
sounded deeper, more throaty. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, not much,” I replied nonchalantly, muting the TV, “Just watching
some ESPN. The usual.”

“The usual, huh? What are you wearing?” What was I wearing?

“Oh, shorts and a T-shirt… why? What are you wearing?”

“Me? I’m wearing… panties.” Silence for a moment. My penis was
suddenly starting to get hard. “That’s all, just panties. And I’m lying
on my bed thinking about you.”

Now I was definitely getting hard. “What about Missi and…”

“Oh, they’re at the big bonfire,” she replied. “I told them I didn’t
feel good so I could stay here. But I lied…” Long pause. “I feel good.
I feel very good.” I swallowed hard and stood, pulling my shorts down
around my ankles with my free hand, releasing my now fully erect organ.

“So you’re thinking about me?” I asked hoarsely. “What are you
thinking?”

“I’m thinking,” she paused again, “I’m thinking I wish you were here
right now.”

“Why is that?” I croaked. I was stroking myself now, slowly, not too
fast.

“Oh, because,” she said. “Because you’d like what I’m doing now…”

“What are you doing now?”

“I’m playing with my-” she gave a little gasp- “Nipples. Mmmmm…
they’re really hard. Is anything of yours… hard?”

“Oh, yeah,” I gave a little laugh. “I’ve got something that’s really
hard but I’m… I’m handling it.”

“That’s good,” she said. “I’m holding the phone with my left hand and
now I’m… I’m moving my right hand down over my tummy. Do you like my
tummy?”

“Oh, God, baby,” I assured her, “I like everything about you.”

“Good,” she said breathily. “Now I’m putting my hand down… oohhh…
you remember that day in my room?”

“Oh, yeah, how could I forget?” I was jerking right along now, really
enjoying this.

“Remember when I took off my shorts? You stared at me, so I know you
saw… remember how wet I was? Remember how wet the front of my panties
were?

“Uhh-huh.”

“Well, they’re just as wet now… maybe more,” she cooed into the
phone.

“Are you wearing the same ones?”

“Ummm… I don’t know. Do you remember which ones I had on that day?”

“Of course I remember.” Dumb question from a smart girl. “They were
baby blue. Nylon. Bikinis. Little bow in the front.”

“Mmmm… good memory. No, these are red. They’re all lace, except for
the very bottom part and the back. The back is like… oh, you know…
dental floss underwear. One little piece that goes up my butt!” Oh, my
God, she was wearing a thong!

“You mean like a thong?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I bought them to wear under my uniform. Sometimes
the bottoms that I wear under my skirt kinda, you know, creep up and I
didn’t want my underwear hanging out.”

“And they’re wet?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.” I could hear the smile on her face. “Soaking. I’m so…
hot.” I couldn’t believe this! “Ooohh… I’ve got my hand… mmm… my
hand is in my panties now. Oh, that feels soooo good…”

“I wish I was there with you,” I groaned. I was pumping myself as I
imagined Amy laying back, her hand busy under the lace of her panties,
playing with her hot, wet pussy. “Are you rubbing yourself?”

“Oh, yeah,” Amy moaned. “I’ve got my middle finger… uhmmm… I’m
rubbing up and down. Oh, I’m so wet…” She sucked in her breath again.
“Talk to me,” she urged, “Tell me… oohhh.. are you… you know,
touching your thing… thinking about me?”

“God, yes,” I replied, “I’m… I’m jerking off… thinking about…
making love to you. Imagining that I’m in you right now… oh, God, I’ll
bet you’re so hot and so tight…”

“Mmmmm… I wish it was you touching me right now… I wish you were
on me, like you were that one day, only without our clothes… mmmm…
sticking it in me…”

“If you were… here now, I’d roll over so that you were on top of me.”
I was having a hard time concentrating but I was determined to bring her
off with me. “I’d… I’d hold on to your little butt… make you go up
and down on me… play with your tits.”

“Yeah,” Amy’s breath was audible on the phone now. She was almost
panting. “I’d like that. Sitting on you…”

“Mmm-hmmm… that way, I could get really deep in you…”

“But you’re so big… will it all fit in me?” She certainly knew how to
build a guy’s ego.

“Oh, yeah.” I was getting close, now. I slowed down just a bit, trying
to hold out and make this last. “Especially when you’re really wet like
you are now… God, I’ll bet you’re so tight…”

“Will you go slow… the first time? Please don’t hurt me…” she said
in that little girl voice.

“Oh, baby,” I moaned, “Oh… I won’t hurt you… I’ll make you feel so
good… make you come… oh, God… oh, God… I’m gonna…”

“Are you gonna shoot it?” She was huffing and puffing now.

I felt my balls churn and tighten. “Uhhhh… yeah… here… it…
comes… oh… oh… Amy… aahhhh…” My cock spasmed as a huge burst
of creamy white semen exploded out of me, arcing high in the air and
plummeting back down onto my face and chest. Another blast followed, this
one jetting into my hair.

On the phone, I could hear Amy making a high-pitched squeal. The sound
she was making could only mean that she was having an orgasm, too. It
continued for several seconds as I let loose with one more blast of my
seed, landing this one on my chest. I gasped for air, slowly coming back
to my senses.

There was a long pause on the phone. Finally, I heard her voice… she
was still breathing faster than normal, but she was smiling- I could hear
it. “Mmmmm… well? Did you…”

“Oh, yeah,” I answered, wiping a stringy blob of my sperm off of my
forehead. “Did you… come, too?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she murmured. “It was great… not as great as if we had
been… you know, together, but still pretty awesome.”

“Well…” I swallowed hard. I had taken my time, been patient, but
after what just happened, I thought that maybe… “Amy, do you… uh,
think that… I mean, are you… um, ready?”

“I…” she paused, “I’ll be home tomorrow. Let’s talk about it then.”

“Okay,” I said. “Well, I’m going to sleep well tonight.”

“Mmmm… me too.” There was some rustling around in the background. “I
had to get under the covers. I didn’t want anybody to walk in and see
me… well, you know.”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “Fortunately, I don’t have to worry about that.”

“So, should I come over tomorrow when I get back?”

“Sure… Oh, wait, I forgot. I’ve gotta run over to the north side of
town tomorrow afternoon. I’ve got an appointment with a client.” I thought
for a moment. “Tell you what… I’ll leave the key to the house in the
big flower planter in front under the speckled gray rock. If I’m not here,
just let yourself in. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

“All right.” She yawned into the phone. “Oh, that made me tired. I
think I’m ready to go to sleep.”

“Yeah,” I replied, “Me too. Well, hon, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Mmmm… okay,” she said softly.

“Amy?”

“Yes, Steve?”

I swallowed hard again. “I love you.” This was the first time I said it
first.

“I love you too. Good night.”

“Good night. Sweet dreams.”

“Oh, I’ll dream about you,” she said.

“Okay. See you.” She hung up and so did I. I stood up and stepped out
of my shorts, then pulled off my T-shirt, which was soiled with a huge wet
stain from my first shot of cum, and used it to wipe off my face, my hair,
and my now-flaccid penis.

Falling into bed that night, I was out as soon as I hit the pillow.
Dreams came to me that night, vivid dreams of Amy and I walking hand in
hand through a beautiful forest, then scuba diving in warm blue water. I
awoke refreshed and, I’m sure, with a smile on my face.

As I had told Amy, I had a meeting that day with a client. This was
actually what we called the “payoff,” the big presentation that was the
culmination of the research and consultation that we spent most of our time
doing. Since I would be making the presentation to corporate level
executives, I had to go deep into my closet to find appropriate attire.

I ended up with my black Armani raw silk suit that I had bought a few
years back. I had actually found it on a close-out rack at a large men’s
store while on vacation and, since it was about half price, I had picked it
up. Turned out to be a damn good deal. I put it on over a white banded
collar silk shirt. Combed my hair, polished my shoes, and off I went.

Little did I know what I was in for. I got grilled for five hours by
the senior managers of this company. Normally I didn’t mind answering
questions but these guys took it to extremes. When I finally got out of
there it was almost 5:30 in the afternoon and I still had a thirty minute
drive home.

Traffic was a bitch, as always, so it was actually closer to 6:15 when I
pulled into the driveway. I parked my car and hopped out, noting that the
front door was open- Amy was here and waiting for me! My heart began to
beat faster as I pulled my briefcase out of the backseat and shut the car
door behind me, practically jogging across the lawn to the front porch.

I burst through the front door. “Honey, I’m home!” I called out with a
Ricky Ricardo accent. The house smelled wonderful. Something delicious
was obviously cooking. The mess of empty beer cans and old newspapers from
the past four days had disappeared from the living room.

“Hold on!” came Amy’s voice from down the hall. She appeared in the
doorway and took my breath away (again.) She was wearing a black cocktail
dress, cut short enough to show off her legs. The neckline was cut low to
give a good view of her chest, and the tight fabric highlighted how
firmness and tone of her body. She wore black stockings and black high
heels. Her hair was down and she wore just a hint of makeup, enough to
really accentuate her natural beauty.

For a moment, I was completely still, marveling at her. “God… you
look fabulous!” She stepped over and wrapped her arms around me. I
returned the hug. I buried my face in her hair and breathed in her scent.

Pulling back slightly, she kissed me deeply on the mouth. When the kiss
ended, she looked me in the eyes. “I missed you so much!” She kissed me
again.

When I could catch my breath, I asked, “What are you all dressed up
for?”

“Well, I figured that you’d have to dress up for work today, so… I
thought I’d dress up too. Kind of to celebrate being home. By the way,
that suit really makes you look good. I’ll have to trick you into dressing
up more often.”

“Uh, thanks but no thanks. Seriously thought, that dress looks great on
you!” I said, holding her at arm’s length to admire her.

“This old rag?” she asked with a smile. “We got back this morning at
10:00. Jennifer and I went to the mall as soon as we got back… I told
her I had a hot date. I bought this dress and… well, some other things,
too.”

“Well, it certainly looks great on you, like I said. And something
smells pretty good, too.”

“Yes, you lucky dog,” Amy said with a mock bow. “Your kitchen wench has
been busy preparing a feast for you… coq au vin. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving!” I replied. “Don’t tell me that you set the dining room
table, too.” I hadn’t set foot in the dining room since the wife left me,
much less ate at the enormous oak table that she had convinced me to waste
a fortune on.

“Of course,” she said. “You didn’t think that we’d eat a fancy meal
like coq au vin in front of the TV?”

“Well, sure,” I cried in a fake hillbilly accent, “Ain’t no sense in
dirtyin’ up the fancy eatin’ room!”

Amy looked at me with mock scorn on her face. “Your timing is perfect.
Get your butt into the dining room and I’ll bring in the food.”

“No, I’ll help,” I offered.

“No, you won’t,” Amy said firmly. “You worked all day, let me take care
of it.”

Now, having been married, I knew that this wouldn’t last. I figured
that I had better take advantage of it while I could. Holding up my hands
in submission, I went into the dining room.

Amy had really outdone herself. The table was set with the Reed &
Barton silver service and fancy china that I had inherited from my mom.
Two candles were burning in the center of the table. I sat down at one of
the two places that were set side by side. Amy came in with a large tureen
and placed it on the table. She sat down, I served us both, and we began
to eat.

As I mentioned, Amy was a very good cook. The food was excellent and,
while I certainly did not have a wine cellar, she had managed to find a
decent red wine in my “wine cabinet.” We ate and drank leisurely, her
telling me all about the camp first, then me telling her about my day. We
finished our meal and decided by mutual agreement that the dishes could
wait. By now it was early evening and beginning to get dark. I suggested
that we head out to the back patio so that I could enjoy a vice that I did
not often indulge in- smoking a cigar.

Once out on the patio, we sat in the deck chairs and sipped our wine as
I lit up a macunado. Expelling the sweet smoke slowly, I complimented Amy
on her fabulous dinner.

“Nothing is too good for my man,” she said with a smile.

“Say, speaking of which,” I flicked an ash, “What are we, anyway? I
mean, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Yeah… I guess so,” she said thoughtfully.

“Hmmm… it’s been a long time since I had a girlfriend,” I said. “If
I remember right, I’m supposed to spoil you, is that it?”

She laughed. “Of course.”

“So what is a girlfriend supposed to do?” I asked, taking another puff
off of my cigar.

“Cook, clean… you know,” she said. She looked at me shyly, sidelong.
“Take care of her man.”

“Take care of her man, huh?” I repeated. I took one last drag and
stubbed my cigar out in the coffee can full of sand sitting under the patio
table for this specific purpose. “How exactly do you do that?”

“Oh, you know,” Amy replied, standing up and walking slowly towards the
house, “Just make him feel good after a long day’s work.” I stood and
followed her through the sliding glass patio door.

I shut the door behind me as she stopped and turned back to me. I took
her into my arms, feeling the warmth of her body through the tight black
fabric of her dress. We kissed, a long passionate kiss, and I felt her
tongue tease my lips. “So you’re going to make me feel good?” I asked
softly, looking into her big green eyes.

She nodded, without looking away from my eyes. “Yes,” she said in a
voice barely audible.

“Does that mean…”

“Yes… I… I’m ready.”

“Are you sure… I mean, absolutely sure?” I wanted this to be right
for her. I didn’t want her to have any regrets or fears.

“Oh, yes… Steve, I…” she paused, looking at me with those
smoldering eyes, “I want you to… to do it to me. You know…”

“Amy,” I answered, holding her tightly, “Oh, God, Amy, I want to make
love to you. Is that what you want?”

“Yes… make love to me, please… I need to feel you… against
me…” She pressed her mouth to mine and our tongues entwined.

“Come on,” I said softly, taking her hand. I led her to the bedroom.

We stepped into my bedroom and I turned on the track lighting which ran
along the walls on either side of the bed. The lights were pointed against
the wall but I turned the rheostat down so that they were fairly low. I
didn’t want it too bright to ruin the mood but I wanted to be able to see
this beautiful creature as I made love to her. Turning back to Amy, we
embraced again and kissed, this time our kiss was even deeper and lasted
longer. My hands were on her back and my fingers found the zipper on the
back of her dress.

Before I started pulling it down, I looked at Amy and asked, “May I
undress you?”

“God, yes…” she answered.

Slowly, I tugged the zipper down her back. When I reached the end, I
gently pulled the dress off of her shoulders, revealing the shiny black
shoulder straps of her bra. She stood absolutely still, watching my eyes,
as I continued to pull the dress down, until it was completely off of her
arms. When the dress was at her waist, it revealed a delicate and sexy
black bra, the cups of black lace, the darkness of her aerolae showing
through.

I then pushed the dress over her hips and down her legs. I sucked in my
breath when the black fabric fell low enough to reveal the rest of her
underclothes. Amy was not wearing pantyhose- she was really wearing black
stockings which were held up by a black lace garter belt. What really
riveted me were her panties. The tiny black lace front was held up by two
skimpy strands of black elastic on either hip. Her dress fell down her
legs and she stepped out of it, turning to reveal the bare globes of her
delicious ass, proving that she was wearing another thong.

Amy stood in front of me, hands on hips, smiling broadly enough to show
her braces. There was no hesitance, so shyness, she looked positively
happy. She looked absolutely incredible, her lithe tanned teenage body in
her sexy black lingerie and heels. I let out a low whistle. “You… God,
Amy, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

She blushed. “You like this?” she asked, holding out her arms and
turning in a complete circle, showing me the back strap of her thong
disappearing between the firm cheeks of her ass. “This was the other thing
I bought today… just for you. I hope you like it.”

“Oh, yeah…” She was too good to be true. I started to unbutton my
shirt but she stopped me.

“No, let me…” She put her soft little hands on my shoulders and pushed
my suit coat back, down my arms, and off. She then reached to my throat
and began to unbutton my shirt. I could feel the heat of her hands
radiating through the light silk of my shirt. Down the front of my shirt
she went, pulling the tail from my pants and unbuttoning it completely.
She opened my shirt and put her hands on my chest, running her fingers
through my coarse chest hairs as she pushed my shirt over my shoulders and
off.

My breathing was a bit quicker now. My penis was beginning to harden as
Amy sank to her knees, kneeling in front of me. She unbuckled my belt and
unbuttoned the top button of my pants. Her fingers lightly brushed across
the rapidly growing bulge in the front of my pants as she searched a moment
for the zipper, then slowly unzipped my fly. I slipped off my shoes as she
opened the front of my pants, revealing clearly the huge bulge in my red
silk boxer shorts. One tug from her on my pants and they fell with a sigh
to my ankles.

I stepped out of the heap of my pants and stood in my boxers, my little
sixteen year old lover on her knees in front of me. She reached out with
her right hand and traced the outline of my hardening shaft lightly with
her fingertips. I gasped at her touch. Reaching up to the waistband of my
boxers with both hands, she pulled them down in one quick motion. My
throbbing shaft sprang free and stood at full attention.

Amy grasped the base of my erection in her tiny fist. She looked up at
me and smiled sweetly. It made for a hell of a picture… she had such an
innocent look on her face, yet was kneeling on the floor in black lingerie
holding my swollen purple cock in her hand. Turning her full attention
back to my prick, she pumped up and down on it a couple of times, eliciting
a moan from me. Then, she did something that I certainly didn’t expect.

Pursing her little pink lips, she planted a kiss on the tip of my dick.
The sensation was like an electric shock running through me. Sticking out
her tongue hesitantly, she gently licked along the underside of my head. I
moaned softly. She swirled her tongue all the way around the purple head
of my penis, then opened her mouth enough to let the head slide in. She
looked up at me and I had to steel myself to keep from coming right then.

I could hear her breathing through her nose as she again swirled her
tongue around the head of my cock, although this time it was inside her
mouth. Then, ever so slowly, she began to suck me into her mouth. Only a
fraction of an inch at a time but gradually more of my shaft disappeared
into her mouth.

Her cheeks were sunken in as she sucked on me like a popsicle. She
worked her way farther and farther down until I felt the tip of my penis
touch her throat. Like I said, I am definitely not super-human in the size
department but when I looked down, there was still about an inch of my
shaft sticking out of her mouth. I threw my head back and reveled in the
sensation of this little girl sucking me off.

I heard Amy take a deep breath through her nose and felt her throat
spasm.. I was in a state of complete shock as she swallowed me! Her nose
was in my pubic hair and my penis was buried completely in her throat. She
held me like that for a second before I popped back out of her mouth and
she made a choking, gagging noise.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” she gasped, taking my now shiny wet dick in her
fist again and stroking it as she looked up at me. “I thought I could… I
felt like I was choking.”

“Mmmm… that’s okay, baby,” I said. “But I thought… uh, you know,
you didn’t want to…”

Sticking out her perfect pink tongue, she licked the underside of my
shaft. “Well, I didn’t want to… I mean, at first I was… you know,”
she smiled up at me. “You need to thank Tara.”

“Tara?” Amy sucked the head of my cock into her mouth again. “The one
you went to camp with?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.” She pulled off of my penis with a wet pop sound. “I was
telling her that… well, after you and I talked Thursday, you know, we
were kinda having girl talk in our cabin. I… mentioned that I was
planning to… do it, you know, for the first time.”

“Did you tell them with whom?” I asked.

“No, silly, I just told them with my boyfriend.” She licked the tip of
my penis again as she continued to slowly stroke me. “I told them that my
boyfriend doesn’t go to our school… and that’s not a lie!”

“Okay, I guess not,” I agreed.

“Anyway, Tara and Jennifer both… they’ve both, you know, done it
before. Tara said that they way to really get a guy hot was to… use
your mouth. I told her that I didn’t know how. So she got…” Amy looked
up at me, blushing (which was kind of redundant since she was on her knees
in front of me with my cock in her hand,) “She got a banana at breakfast
the next morning and on the bus back, she.. taught me how.”

“Well, you did great,” I said, as she slipped my erection back between
her lips. She began to bob her head up and down, pumping my boner with her
mouth. She then began to use her fist as well, stroking the base with her
hand and the upper shaft and head with her lips and tongue.

I had my fingers in her hair and was watching as Amy ministered to my
throbbing slab. She was groaning as she worked on me and it certainly
sounded like she was enjoying herself. My hips began to move, pumping
myself in and out of her mouth. I could feel the orgasm beginning to well
up inside of me and I wanted to save it. “Stop… stop,” I gasped,
putting my hand on top of her head and holding it still.

Amy released my penis from her mouth but continued to stroke it slowly
with her little hand. “What do you want me to do now?” she asked, looking
up at me again.

“Mmmm… stand up.” She stood in front of me and I kissed her wet
mouth, the head of my dancing erection poking her in the upper stomach.
“Lay down on the bed… on your back,” I directed.

She complied and for a moment I stood over her, looking down at my
beautiful angel. She lay back on my large pile of pillows, still dressed
in her bra, thong panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels. “Did Tara
tell you anything else?” I asked.

“Um… well, she said it would hurt a little… the first time,” Amy
said. “And…”

“No,” I interrupted, “I mean, Tara told you about… using you mouth on
me, but did she tell you about a man using his mouth on you?”

“No… but,” she looked away from me, “I, uh… don’t think you
should… that’s kinda gross.”

“No, it’s not,” I replied. “It’s wonderful… and, from what I’ve
heard anyway, it feels really good, too.”

“Yeah, but… I’ve, uh… after, um… playing with myself, like the
other night, I’ve, uh… smelled my fingers and I… I smell down there.”

“Oh, yeah!” I said enthusiastically. Amy looked at me questioningly.
“You smell great down there,” I explained. “You smell like sex… to me
it smells good. And I’m sure… you taste just as good. Do you mind if I
find out?”

She looked at me for a moment as if to determine if I was serious. Then
she shrugged slightly and hooked her fingers in the almost non-existent
waistband of her little black lace thong. “No, no…” I stopped her.
“Leave the panties on.” I sank down to my knees on bed, kneeling between
her legs. Gently, I spread her black stockinged legs farther apart.

I could smell the scent of her arousal before I even lowered my face to
the front of her panties. As I got closer to the triangle of black lace,
the mouth-watering aroma of her became more intense. I leaned on my left
elbow and reached up with my right hand. Slipping my fingers under the
black elastic, I gently pulled her thong to the side and, for the first
time, saw Amy’s pussy.

The flower of Amy’s womanhood was open with arousal. The thick outer
lips were a dark reddish color and her deep pink inner lips were clearly
visible and slightly parted as well. What really caught my eye was the
fact that her only pubic hair was a thin strip directly above her slit.
The rest of her pubic area was completely shaved. I looked up at her- she
was looking down at me. “You shaved…”

“Um, yeah,” she said, “I always do… I mean, for swim team and
cheerleading… I don’t want anything, you know, hanging out.”

I nodded. Pursing my lips, I gently blew a stream of air over her
genitals. She moaned softly. Still holding her panties to the side with
my hand, I extended my tongue and delicately ran just the tip up the length
of her slit.

The delicious tang of Amy’s lubricating juices filled my mouth. As I
had expected, she tasted wonderful. At the top of her inner slit, the tip
of my tongue searched for and found the small hard bud of her clitoris. I
flicked at it and she gasped. I felt her hands on my head, not pulling me
away but pulling me closer. “Oh, God,” she whispered, “That feels…
great!”

Needing no further encouragement, I buried my face in her crotch,
tasting, teasing, and pleasing her with my lips and tongue. Her slippery
juices were all over my face and her legs were locked on either side of my
head as I worked on her. My tongue found the tiny entrance of her vagina
and pressed inside. Her clit was against the bridge of my nose. She
ground herself against me, her hips moving in the circular, thrusting
rhythm of sex.

I was performing every trick of tongue and lips that I knew to give Amy
the most pleasure possible. She was now bucking her hips against my face
and starting to make high pitched squeaking noises. For what sounded like
far away- because of her thighs on either side of my head- I heard her
calling my name. “Oh, God, Steve… stop… stop!”

I lifted my face from her pussy and looked at her. She smiled down at
me, her face sweaty and flushed. “Yes?”

“Just… come on,” she said urgently, “Do it! Put it in me! I need
your… your dick in me!” This was the first time she had called it
anything but my “thing.” Hearing her talk dirty made my already iron-hard
penis twitch.

“Your wish is my command,” I said. “Move over.” I moved up on the bed
and rolled onto my back, my turgid erection pointing at the ceiling. “Now,
you straddle me,” I instructed. Getting up on her knees, she threw her
left leg across my body so that she was astride me. “Move up just a little
and lift your body up a bit.” She did as she was told, positioning herself
over my loins, sitting straight up with her hands on her widely spread
thighs. I took hold of my shaft and pointed it straight up at her pussy,
exposed and held open by her little black thong still pulled to the side.
“Okay, now let yourself down- slowly.”

Amy sank down onto me. The head of my penis nosed in between her silky
pussy lips. Adjusting my aim a bit, I felt the tip of my cock pressing
into the opening of her vagina. She settled a little farther down and the
purple head of my organ smoothly entered her. She paused for a moment and
I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip.
She looked so sexy. It was all I could do to keep myself from thrusting
myself up into her. “All right,” I said softly. “Now, it might hurt just
a little. Go ahead and…”

She lowered herself more, pushing herself down onto me. I felt a moment
of resistance… a brief grimace crossed her beautiful face, followed by a
smile as she slid the rest of the way down onto me, impaling herself on my
erection. She was so wet from our foreplay that I actually entered her
quite easily but she was as tight as a rubber glove and as hot as a
furnace. She leaned forward slightly and put her hands on my chest, then
remained perfectly still for a long moment. “You okay?” I asked.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she nodded, eyes still closed, still biting her lower lip.
Her brow was furrowed in concentration as it had been that day over a month
ago in her bedroom. I felt her internal muscles squeeze me like a vice.
“I feel… so full. God, it feels good,” she said, more whispering to
herself than to me.

“Did it hurt?”

“A little… it felt like a pinch,” she opened her big green eyes and
looked down at me. “Am I… does it feel good to you?”

“Oh, God, yes Amy,” I replied. “You feel wonderful. So tight…” I put
my hands on her hips and pulled her down, lifting her with my hips. I felt
the tip of my dick touch the far end of her. “We fit together just
perfect…”

My hands still on her hips, I lifted her slightly. A fraction of an
inch of my penis slid out of her. I hesitated for a moment, then thrust
back into her. She gasped. I repeated the motion a few times, as she got
familiar with moving up and down on me. Finally, I removed my hands from
her hips and she continued the natural sex motion on her own, sliding up
and down on my stiff pole.

I looked up at Amy, bouncing on me. She had her eyes closed again and a
big smile on her face. Her small breasts jiggled in rhythm. I suddenly
realized that she still had her bra on and I had yet to see her breasts.
Reaching up, I tried to find the clasp between the lacy black cups. She
opened her eyes and looked down at me, shaking her head slightly. “In
back,” she panted.

Without missing a beat in her up and down motion on my cock, Amy
straightened back up and reached behind her with both hands. I watched as
the silky black material of her bra strap came loose. She shrugged the
straps off of her shoulders, down her arms, and then the bra was off. She
flung it to the side, landing it on the floor somewhere.

Her breasts were indeed small but more than adequate. They were a
little less than a handful each, firm, riding proudly high on her chest.
Each breast was capped with a quarter sized dark reddish brown aerola, from
which protruded a quarter inch rock hard nipple. I slid my hands up,
cupping them, feeling her nipples pressing into my palms. I gently kneaded
her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers. She
groaned, still riding me.

Her breath was coming harder, faster. She was thrusting herself harder
against me, rubbing herself back and forth, instinctively trying to create
friction against her clitoris from my pubic bone. “Are you… ready to…
roll over?” I puffed.

“Ooohhh… if you… want to,” came Amy’s reply.

“Okay, then you need to get off of me… and lay down… on your
back.”

Reluctantly, she slowed, then stopped, her thrusting. She lifted her
body, my penis sliding out of her and flopping against my stomach. She
moved off of me to the side and fell onto her back. I, meanwhile, got onto
my knees. I gently stroked my throbbing hard-on, wet and sticky with her
lubricating juice. I reached down and grabbed the elastic waist of her
little black lace thong. “Lift up for a minute.” She put her legs a bit
closer together and lifted her butt as I pulled the panties down her
stockinged legs, over her black heels, and off. Good thing she was smart
enough to wear the panties over the garter belt!

Amy splayed her legs open widely, displaying the scarlet hue of her
twat. I stroked myself for another second as I watched her shamelessly rub
up and down her swollen cock slot with two fingers of her right hand.
“Please, put it back in me…” she moaned.

Holding my missle with my right hand, I moved in between her legs. I
closed in on my target. “Hold it open for me,” I hissed, looking down
between us. She complied, using the fingers that had been pleasuring
herself to spread open her distended labia. With my hand, I rubbed the
head of my dick up and down her slit, bumping her little clit and getting
another gasp out of her before aiming myself into her little hole.

In one long thrust, I penetrated her to the hilt. She groaned, lifting
her hips to welcome me in. I placed my hands flat on the bed on either
side of her, arms locked, and looked down at her. I began to pound into
her, rocking back and forth, slowly at first, then faster, each time
pulling all the way out until only my head remained inside her, then
thrusting back in as far as I could.

Amy put her arms around my neck and locked her ankles behind me as she
had done in her bedroom. She looked up at me, hair matted to her forehead
with sweat, mouth open slightly, breathing ragged. “Oh, God… Steve…
I… I… love… you.”

“I… love you, too,” I panted.

Our pace of our coupling became faster and faster. Our crotches slapped
together, my scarlet erection pistoning out of her sopping sheath. She was
so tight, the friction of her muscular cunt walls gripping me, bringing me
ever closer to the peak. Amy ran her hands over my shoulders, my arms, my
chest, playing with my nipples. I humped her with all the force I could
muster, knowing that I couldn’t hold out much longer.

I put my arms under her legs and lifted her legs onto my shoulders. I
managed to pull one of my many pillows over and position it under her butt.
Now I could achieve maximum penetration and I rutted into her desperately,
feeling the tip of my dick banging against her cervix, feeling the release
welling up inside of me.

Amy began to cum first. “Aaaahhhhhhh…” she squealed, “Oh… oh…
oh… Steve!” She shrieked my name. “Ohhhhhhh, God… I love you!” She
arched her back and pressed her cunt against my loins. Her already tight
pussy clamped down on me with incredible force. I couldn’t thrust anymore-
she was holding me in place. The muscles inside of her gripped me, milking
my dick. That was all it took.

“Ohshit- ohshit- ohshit” I gasped, “Here… it… comes…
uhhhhhhnnnnnnggggg.” I groaned as my orgasm overwhelmed me. I was
surprised my first blast didn’t blow the top of Amy’s head off. One long
blast filled her with my cream, followed by another, then another.

Now, I have had orgasms before, but this one was more intense, more
pleasurable than any before. I saw stars, I heard bells, I was dizzy, the
lights got dim. We lay there, for how long I’m not sure, heaving for
breath. Finally, we both came slowly back to reality, as though surfacing
from deep water. I was laying on top of her, in each other’s arms, my
softening penis still gripped tightly by her tiny vagina. I watched as she
opened her eyes and looked at me.

“I love you,” I said. “Now, always, forever. I will never stop loving
you.”

She smiled and a tear formed at the corner of her eye. “I love you,
too. Promise that we’ll always be together.”

“For as long as you’ll have me,” I smiled. Suddenly, I realized that it
was dark outside. Sitting up on one elbow, I looked at my bedside clock.
“Uh, Amy, did you realize that it’s 11:30?” As I sat up, my now flaccid
penis slipped all the way out of her.

“Oh… my mom thinks I’m spending the night with Jennifer. I can stay
here all night.” She pushed at me gently with one hand. “I… uh… I
think I’d better go to the bathroom or something.” I rolled off of her and
she slid to the side of the bed, then stood up. She kicked off her black
heels and stood facing me while she unhooked her stockings from her garter
belt. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her crotch as a large blob of my creamy
white cum drooled out of her and dropped to the carpet. “Oh… I’m making
a mess.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” I said. Now completely nude, she
disappeared quickly into the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom and I sat up,
swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and put my feet on the floor. Only
then did I realize I still had my socks on. I bent over and pulled them
off. Standing up, I walked over to the partially closed bathroom door. In
the light coming in from the bathroom, I glanced down at myself. There was
just a tinge of pink mixed into the juices that were smeared all over my
cock, residue of the tiny bit of blood lost at the moment her maidenhead
broke. “Hey, Amy… why don’t we jump in the shower together when you’re
done in there?”

The toilet flushed and the door opened, bathing my body in the brighter
light of the bathroom. “I’ve got a better idea,” she said with a grin.
“Why don’t we go skinny dipping first, then take a shower?”

“I like the way you think,” I said, nodding enthusiastically. I offered
her my arm. “Shall we?”

Grabbing a couple of bath towels, we ran out onto the patio. Dropping
the towels on the chaise, we leapt into the warm water of the pool. We
splashed around for a bit, washing the various secretions and juices from
our bodies. I was standing in the shallow end splashing some water on my
face when Amy swam up from behind and grabbed me around the waist. I felt
the points of her hard little nipples poking into my back. Her hands were
clasped in front of my stomach. “All clean?”

“Mmmm… yeah, I think so,” I answered. “How about you?”

“I’m feeling kind of…” Her hands slipped down and she cupped my penis
in her soft warm right hand “Dirty.”

“Oh, really?” I turned my head and looked at her over my shoulder. In
the light of the moon, I could see her grinning- actually, I could see the
gleam of her braces. I didn’t figure I could get hard again so soon- after
all, I wasn’t eighteen any more. To my surprise, I felt myself stiffen
under her light touch.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she said into my ear. She made a ring of her thumb and
forefinger and began to slide it up and down my hardening shaft. “How
about you?”

“Oh, now that you mention it, I…” I gasped slightly as she reached
down with her left hand and cupped my balls. “Gently… gently. Yeah, I
think I’m feeling kind of dirty, too.”

Without releasing my cock from her grasp, she swam around in front of
me. She continued to stroke me, slowly, bringing me to full erection. She
put her left hand on the back of my head, pulling me down to kiss her. We
explored each other’s mouths, our breathing quickening. When we broke the
kiss, she looked up at me. “So, you wanna fuck?”

“I want to make love to you…”

“No,” Amy said, “We already made love. I wanna fuck… let’s do it
dirty. Make me be a slut.” With her fingers, she pointed my erection down
so that the head rubbed back and forth between her legs. Hearing her talk
like that was really turning me on. I never dreamed that sweet little Amy
would want to get down and dirty.

“Okay,” I answered, putting my arms around her. “You want it like that,
let’s do it… let’s fuck.” I lifted her up, helped by her buoyancy in the
warm water. She put her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.
I lowered her down but missed by a bit. My cock slid up her slit without
entering her, sliding up between us.

“What’s the matter?” Amy smiled in the moonlight. “Need help finding
the hole?” She let go of me with her right arm and reached down behind her.
I lifted her back up slightly as she grabbed my dick and placed it at her
little opening. I then lowered her back down onto me, my hard-on sliding
up into her seething tunnel. Her breath hissed out between her teeth.

We stayed there for a long moment, hanging suspended in the warm water,
joined together. She clung tightly to me and I could feel her hot skin
against me. Ever so slightly, she began to grind her hips, moving in a
circular rhythm. Our lips locked in a kiss, our tongues once again
exploring. When our mouths finally parted, I whispered, “Let’s get out of
the water.”

“Mmmm… okay,” Amy replied. “What do you wanna do now?”

“Well, you said you wanted to fuck. Let’s go back inside and we’ll
fuck.” Still holding her against me, my cock still embedded inside her, I
walked slowly to the steps leading up and out of the pool. Gently, I
lifted her off of me and we climbed out of the water. Grabbing one of the
towels, Amy dried me off, paying special attention to my throbbing
erection.

With the other towel, I returned the favor. I ran the soft terrycloth
over her taut little body, then turned her around so that her back was to
me and rubbed her hair as dry as possible. I then wrapped my arms around
her as I ran the towel down over her breast, across her belly, and in
between her legs. I pressed myself against her back, bending my knees
slightly so that the iron shaft of my erection pressed in between the firm
cheeks of her ass. “Aaahh…” she moaned softly, “Let’s get inside… I’m
so ready…”

Amy took hold of my penis with her right hand and, pulling me along by
it, led me back into the house. We headed back into my bedroom. Releasing
me from her grip, Amy got onto the bed and laid down on her back, legs
apart. “Tell you what,” I said, stroking my painfully hard prick slowly,
“Let’s try something different. Roll over onto your hands and knees.”

“Okay,” she said with a slightly puzzled look on her face. She complied
with my instructions, her beautiful firm ass up in the air.

“Now, spread your legs a little more and scoot back so that your knees
are at the edge of the bed,” I directed. Amy did as she was told. Her
pretty little pussy was opened up, ready to receive my penetration, and her
tiny pink puckered anus was clearly exposed. I sucked in my breath as I
stood behind her and admired the sight of this delicious little sixteen
year old submitting her body to me. Amy looked back at me, over her
shoulder.

“You’re not gonna…” she said hesitantly, “You’re not gonna put it…
you know, in my butt, are you?”

“Not unless you want me to,” I said softly. “I’m just gonna do you from
behind. Doggy style, some people call it.” I moved closer to her, my
turgid cock pointing directly into her delicate flower. I sank down so
that my knees were on the edge of the bed and took hold of her hips. I
pulled her back towards me, until the tip of my erection touched the
steaming wetness between her labia.

With my right hand, I positioned myself so that the head of my prick
pressed into her opening. “Are you ready?” I asked.

“God, yes,” she hissed. “Stick it in me.”

I thrust forward with my hips, my hands holding Amy in place. My penis
slipped smoothly into her soaking wet hole, all the way to the hilt. She
gasped softly as I penetrated her. I remained motionless for several
moments, her ass pressed against my lower belly, running my hands over the
silky smooth skin of her back. “How’s that?” I asked.

“Mmmm… wonderful,” Amy murmured. “You feel so good inside of me.” I
felt the velvet walls of her pussy squeeze me tightly, rhythmically,
milking my raging hard-on.

Holding her hips with my hands, I slowly rocked her back and forth. She
began to take up the rhythm, pumping forward and back, sliding herself up
and down my slippery cock. From my position atop her, I looked down and
watched the shiny scarlet shaft of my penis sliding in and out of Amy’s
body, the deep pink lips of her pussy stretched around it. Her ass cheeks
were open and I could see her anus clenching with the flexing of her
muscles.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I moaned.

“Ooohhh… I like getting fucked from behind. It feels so good. It
makes me feel like such a whore, down on my knees, getting fucked,” she was
moving faster now, controlling the pace. Her body was starting to slap
against me as she increased the force with which she thrust back into me.

“Oh, yeah, baby… in this position you can play with your clit while
I’m fucking you.” She supported herself with her left hand on the bed as
she reached back between her legs with her right. I felt the light touch
of her fingers on my swinging balls as she teased herself.

“Oh… oh…” she gasped. “I feel like a slut… playing with
myself… while you’re fucking me.” Her thrusting was now staccato as she
slammed her body to and fro. “God, I love to get fucked… oh… oh…”

I leaned forward over her heaving back. I supported my weight with my
right hand as my left reached down and found her tits. I mauled her
breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples. She gasped and suddenly her
movements became less rhythmic and more frantic. I knew she was almost to
the edge. “Come on, baby,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “Come for
me… you need it. I want to feel that tight little pussy squeeze me.
Come on… do it…”

Amy needed no further encouragement. She pressed back against me as
hard as she could and froze, back arched. I felt the muscles of her
ultra-tight cunt spasm over and over. She threw her head back and let out
a high pitched squeal, the same noise I had heard her make over the phone.
That, combined with the exquisite sensations engulfing my penis, brought me
over the top.

“Huuunnnnnhhhh… oh! Aaahhh…” I groaned and gasped as my erection
deposited one huge jet of cum after another deep within Amy’s body. I felt
the fingers of her right hand, still moist and sticky from massaging her
clitoris, gently stroking my testicles, working with the sucking walls of
her twat to drain every last drop out of me.

We remained motionless for several long moments, trying to regain our
respective senses, Amy on her hands and knees, me on my hands and knees
over her. After a minute or so of silence interrupted only by our mutual
heavy, labored breathing, I straightened up and moved back away from her,
allowing my softening penis to slip out of her. I kept my hands on her
back to hold her in position for a moment as I moved back far enough to see
her swollen pussy. I watched as a thin stream of my white creamy fluid
leaked out of her, followed by a large bubble of sperm. “Mmmm… let me
up so I can go to the bathroom,” she said softly.

Reluctantly, I let her straighten up so that she was on her knees on the
bed. She got off of the bed and went into the bathroom as I flopped down
onto the bed and stretched out. I felt so wonderful… not only sexually
satisfied but spiritually satisfied as well. I clasped my hands behind my
head and grinned at the ceiling. I heard the toilet, then Amy came back
into the room and stood beside the bed looking down at me. “What are you
smiling about? You look like the cat that ate the canary,” she said,
turning down the lights and slipping into bed next to me.

She lifted her head from the pillow slightly to allow me to slip my
right arm around her. I pulled her close and held her against me, feeling
the warmth of her naked body pressed against me, her chest rising and
falling with her breath, her heart beat. “God, Amy… we… we must be
crazy to be doing this.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, leaning up on her elbow to look at me.
“I thought that this was what you wanted.”

“Oh, Amy… it is,” I whispered, “More than anything. But you’re so
young… you’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, I feel like… oh, I don’t know. I guess I’m worried that us…
you know, being involved… is going to hurt you or…”

“Damn it!” She rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, facing away
from me. “Now you’re doing it, too.”

“Doing what?”

“Treating me like a little kid,” Amy replied harshly, her shoulders
shaking. “Don’t you think I’m smart enough not to do anything that’s going
to screw up my life?”

“Of course,” I protested. “I just meant…”

“You just meant that you don’t think that I know what I’m getting myself
into.”

“No… I meant that I don’t think that I know what we’re getting
ourselves into.” She turned and looked at me. I saw the wet tracks of
tears on her cheeks. “Earlier tonight, when you made me promise that we’d
always be together… I know things can get said in the heat of the moment
and I know we haven’t known each other that long, but… I really meant
what I said. As long as you’ll have me, I want to be with you.

“I just hate to think that by being with me… I mean, I don’t want you
to miss out on any of the things that make being a teenager fun.”

“All I want… is to be with you,” Amy said softly. “I really do love
you.”

“Amy,” I said, reaching over and tugging gently on her shoulder to get
her to lay back down beside me, “I love you, too. I just want you to
know… I mean, part of loving someone is wanting what’s best for them. I
just want you to have every opportunity to have the best life possible. If
I can be a part of that, I want to. But if you decide… well, if you
feel you’re better off without me, I want you to know that I’ll
understand.”

She rolled onto her side so that she was pressed against me. I looked
at her and she looked me straight in the eyes. “I’ll never feel that way.
I want to be with you forever.”

I smiled. “Yeah, well, forever is a long time. I just hope you’ll feel
the same way in five years that you do now.”

“Of course I will.”

“I guess all we can do is take it one day at a time,” I sighed. I held
Amy close against me and we lay there in the dark. Soon, I heard her
breathing become deeper, more rhythmic, and then I dropped off into a deep
slumber as well.

The bright sunlight of early Saturday morning forced it’s way into the
room, waking me. Amy was still asleep, snoring softly, her nude body
cuddled against me. I looked at her for several minutes, watching her
sleep. She had a cute little half frown on her face- I wondered what she
was dreaming about.

She was laying on her left side, to my right. Her right arm was across
my chest. Gently, I moved it and rolled her onto her back. She still
didn’t awaken. I admired her in the warm morning light. She truly was a
fabulous young woman- the mane of curly brunette hair framing her angelic
face, her small breasts firm cones on her chest, her flat stomach slowly
rising and falling, her firm, tanned legs. She was small, petite,
magnificent. I loved her, I needed her, and- at that moment- I wanted her.

Carefully, so as not to wake Amy, I moved on the bed and reversed my
position so that my head was towards her feet. I delicately moved her legs
apart, exposing her mostly shaven sex. She was red and slightly swollen
from the pounding I had given it. Her aroma was strong, both the musk of
her sex and the residual scent of my semen. Moving my face closer between
her legs, I blew across her pussy as I had the night before. She shifted
in her sleep and sighed, and the scarlet outer labia parted slightly,
revealing her inner lips.

Lowering myself to her, I extended my tongue and licked all the way down
the slot between her thick outer lips. She groaned softly and shifted her
hips. I raised up slightly and looked back down at her twat. As I
watched, it spread open with arousal, exposing the bright pink inner
surfaces. Dipping my head to my labor again, I began to minister to her
sex organ, caressing her tender flesh with my tongue, kissing the slippery
tissues, feeling her hips beginning to move beneath me.

I then felt Amy’s tiny hand wrap itself around my semi-hard penis.
Stopping my work for a moment, I looked up at her and saw her watching me
with a smile. “Good morning,” I said with a grin, my face shiny with her
juices.

“Breakfast in bed?” she asked, smiling.

“Mmm-hmm,” I nodded, once again bending to dip my tongue into her
crotch. I twirled my tongue around the hard bud of her clitoris, then
fastened my lips around it, sucking on it, causing her to groan again,
spreading her legs wider. She began to stroke my cock, bringing me to full
erection.

I was now leaning across her body, my face buried between her legs.
Placing one hand on either hip, I gently tugged at her to get her to roll
over on top of me, so that she was sitting astride my face, facing my feet.
Extending my tongue, I rammed it as far as I could into her twat as she
ground her pussy onto my face. She was gasping and moaning in pleasure,
stroking my throbbing dick, riding my face.

Amy then bent forward at the waist, leaning down over me. I felt her
hair on my thighs as I watched the cheeks of her ass spread open with her
movement. I could now see her tiny asshole exposed to me as I continued to
work on her cunt. Suddenly, I felt an intense burst of pleasure as the
warm wetness of her mouth covered the tip of my penis. I lapped madly at
her slippery box, her wetness running down my face. In this position, with
her on her hands and knees atop me, her clit was rubbing against my chin.

I felt the pleasure of her mouth slide inch by inch farther down my
engorged shaft as she ground herself into my face. I had my hands on her
ass cheeks, spreading them open, exposing her most private areas to me. As
I felt my entire prick being sucked into her face I began to lick her
entire slit, moving with longer strokes of my tongue, spreading the
slippery moisture back and up, gradually working my way to her little anus.

Amy began to bob her head up and down on my hard-on. Instinctively, my
hips began to pump in time, fucking her face. Meanwhile, I ran my tongue
all the way up and rimmed it around her asshole. She gasped deep in her
throat- which I felt in my cock- but didn’t break her rhythm. I continued
to lick her puckered rear opening, depositing more of the moisture from her
pussy, lubricating her back door. Moving my right hand, I ran the tip of
my index finger over the wrinkled skin of this tender opening, getting it
wet as well.

Slowly, I pushed the tip of my finger into her little bung hole. She
squealed at the invasion- a funny sound considering her mouth was full of
my dick. I worked my digit into her tight little ass, the muscle ring of
her sphincter squeezing, trying to force me out. Gradually, I pushed my
finger deeper into her until I was up to my second knuckle. Then, still
licking her cunt, I began to thrust my finger back and forth, just a little
at first but enough to get her used to the sensation. She let my throbbing
organ pop from her mouth.

“Ooohhh… that feels weird!” she said, stroking my slippery rod with
her hand. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear her.

I momentarily tilted my head back enough to expose my mouth. “Do you
want me to stop?”

“Um… no,” Amy replied. “At first… I didn’t like it but now… it
feels… kind of good, I guess. Different, though, from when you put it
in… you know, in my vagina.”

“I’d like to… um, you know, do you… uh… in the butt… if it’s
okay with you,” I said, giving her sopping twat another lick. She stopped
stroking me but held my cock in a tight grip.

“I don’t know…” she said hesitantly.

“If it hurts you or you don’t like it, I’ll stop,” I said reassuringly.
I then remembered that up until the night before, this girl had been a
virgin. Maybe I was pushing her farther than she was ready for. “But you
don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said quickly.

“No… I’ll try it,” she said. “Just go slow… and promise you’ll
stop if I say to.”

“Okay,” I said, trying to conceal my excitement. We spent a moment
shifting positions, me sliding out from under her while she remained on all
fours. I moved behind her and stroked my steely fuck shaft, which was
still slippery with her saliva. Her little butthole was shiny with wetness
and I moved in close. “You’re sure you wanna do this?”

Amy looked back at me over her shoulder. The sexy, scared look on her
face almost made me shoot my load all over her ass before I could get my
cock into her. “It’s what you want…” she said softly. “Go ahead. Just
don’t hurt me.”

Holding my erection in my fist, I moved towards her until the head of my
prick touched her puckered opening. Then I slowly pressed myself against
the tiny ring of muscle. “Relax yourself, honey, so I can get in,” I said
softly. She groaned and I felt her anus open a bit beneath my pressure.
Suddenly, the bulbuous head of my prick popped into her and was sheathed in
her hot, dry rectum. She gasped loudly and I immediately was still. “You
okay?”

She nodded. “Just stop for a minute…”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little… more like… I don’t know, like I’m so full. I’ve never
felt anything like it. Uh… okay, I’m ready.”

I pushed my hips forward slightly and another fraction of an inch of my
cock pushed it’s way into her. My hands were on her hips but I resisted
the urge to yank her back onto me. Slowly, I thrust more and more into
her. Once I had about half of my penis inserted into her ass, it felt less
like her body was trying to squeeze me out. “How’s it feel?” I asked
softly.

“Ummm… great!” she said enthusiastically, to my surprise. “I thought
it’d hurt or feel… I don’t know, bad or something, but it feels good!”

I thrust a bit more of myself up her ass. “Do you like it? You like
getting fucked in the ass?”

“Oh, yeah,” Amy said breathlessly.

“Is it making your pussy wet?”

“Mmmm-hmmm.”

I continued to thrust my way into her, slowly, a bit at a time.
Finally, my entire length was buried in her back passage, her ass cheeks
pressed against my hips, my pubic hair rubbing the hollow depression above
her stretched hole. I stopped moving, relishing the feeling of being
completely enveloped in her anal tunnel. The walls of her ass squeezed me
tightly, almost making me come. “Are you ready?” I asked softly.

“Uhmmmm… yeah,” she replied.

I made a first, experimental thrust. Not a big one, just moving an inch
or so back and forth in her. She gasped loudly. “You okay?” I asked
again.

“Uhhhh… yeah,” she groaned. She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Just do it… fuck me… fuck my ass…”

I began to thrust in and out of her slowly, each impact causing her to
grunt. Gradually, I was able to slide farther as her ass loosened up
slightly. I picked up the tempo and began to really fuck her butt. She
began to move back and forth against me. “Play with yourself… finger
your clit while I fuck your butthole.”

“Mmmmm… yeah,” she moaned as she reached back between her legs with
her right hand. “That’s gonna make me come for sure!”

Now I was really pounding her ass. I was right on the edge… my mind
was blurred. I though I had died and gone to Heaven. I had a beautiful
sixteen year old girl on her hands and knees in front of me letting me fuck
her virgin ass the morning after letting me fuck her virgin cunt. Most any
man would kill for a chance just to see this girl naked and here she was,
all mine. I felt the beginnings of my orgasm boiling up inside of me.

“Unnhhh… I’m… oh, oh, I’m almost there!” Amy cried as my enraged
member pistoned in and out of her ass. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Here I come…
aaaaahhhhhhh!” She let out a scream and I felt her rectum clench down on me
so tightly I thought for a moment it would pinch my erection off at the
base. Actually, it kept me from exploding for a moment… but only for a
moment.

“Oh, Amy… aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh,” I groaned as I unleashed massive
rockets of semen deep into her bowels. Suddenly, the dry, tight passageway
I had been fucking became much wetter and more slippery. I continued to
fire jet after jet of man seed into the deepest recesses of her body. I
felt like I came a gallon. It was one of the best orgasms I had ever had.
I continued to thrust for a moment then stopped, my dick still embedded in
her ass. “Mmmmm… well?”

She looked back at me again. “I didn’t like it as well as… you know,
regular… but it was okay. I’d do it again, if you wanted to.”

I slowly moved back, withdrawing my softening penis from her tight grip.
I slipped completely out, trailing a long strand of shimmering semen. I
sat back on my haunches. Suddenly, Amy let out a loud fart and a glob of
semen came drooling out of her ass, followed by another fart. She jumped
up quickly and I saw that her face was bright red. “I gotta go to the
bathroom.”

She closed the door behind her as I got up off of the bed. Finding one
of the damp terrycloth towels that we had brought in from the pool the
night before, I used it to towel off my crotch. I dropped the towel into
the laundry hamper as I heard the toilet flush and turned back around just
in time to see Amy come back out of the bathroom. She was still blushing
slightly. “God, that’s disgusting.”

“What?” I asked. “I thought you enjoyed it… at least, you sounded
like you enjoyed it.”

“Well, yeah,” she said, “It hurt at first but… it felt pretty good, I
guess. It’s just when it’s over… you know… your stuff comes out of
me and it feels really gross coming out of my butt.” She walked to the
bedroom door, still nude, and opened it. I followed her into the hall.

“I’m sorry…” I started to say. We had just reached the door to the
living room and she stopped, turned, and put her arms around me. Before I
could say another word, she pressed her lips against mine.

“Don’t be,” she said after kissing me for several moments. “I love
you… I want to do whatever makes you happy. It’s just that… well,
remember, I’ve never done any of this before. I’m kinda… I don’t know,
trying to get used to like, being naked in front of someone and having you
look at my… my private parts. Besides,” she kissed me quickly on the
lips again, “I’ve gotta go. My mom is expecting me home and if I don’t get
there soon, she’ll call Jenn’s house looking for me. Don’t wanna get
busted!”

“Yeah…” I agreed, watching her retrieve a gym bag off of the couch. I
leaned against the doorway, still naked, as she unzipped the bag. “I was
going to ask if you brought a change of clothes.”

“Oh, yeah,” she said as she pulled a wad of clothing out of the bag.
“By the way, would you mind taking my dress and having it dry cleaned?”

“No problem,” I replied as I watched Amy step into her panties. I
started to get hard again as she pulled the white cotton string bikinis up
her legs and adjusted the thin strip of elastic waistband. The outline of
her pubic mound and slit showed clearly through the tightly stretched white
cotton. She turned around to pick her bra up off of the couch and I stared
at the triangle of white cotton riding up between the firm globes of her
ass. I began to stroke myself as she turned back around.

“God, don’t you ever stop?” she asked jokingly as she fastened the bra
around her midsection. She pulled it up and put her arms through the
shoulder straps. She then adjusted her small breasts within the white
nylon cups. She then put her hands on her hips and watched me as I
masturbated, staring at her.

“No…” I panted, “I never stop… at least not now that I’ve met you.”
She started to turn away but I stopped her. “No… just stand there for a
minute… let me look at you.” She turned back to face me and stood, her
hands again on her hips, as my fist pumped faster up and down my shaft.

My eyes drank in Amy’s luscious little body, clad only in her delicate
white bra and panties, as I jerked myself off. I looked up at her face and
she was staring at the purple head of my cock as it popped in and out of my
fist. She licked her lips, the tip of her pink tongue flicking out
slightly, as she watched me beat off.

I felt the rising tide of another orgasm begin to tingle in my loins.
As she watched, I gasped and spurted a glob of semen onto the carpeting. A
bit more of my love juice flowed out, over my hand, dripping down onto the
floor, as I felt my raging desire temporarily subside. I looked at her
face again and she had the same familiar smile. “Now can I finish getting
dressed?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I nodded. She stepped into her jean shorts and pulled them
up, then pulled on her white T-shirt over her head. She then picked up her
purse, which was also on the couch, opened it, and began brushing her hair
in the mirror over the mantle. After her hair was brushed out, she pulled
her various make-up out of her purse and applied just a bit. I watched the
whole process. After a few minutes, she dropped the make-up back into her
purse, slung it over her shoulder, and started back for the bedroom. I
began to follow her, but she stopped short.

“Tell you what,” she said, turning to me. “You can keep my underwear
that I was wearing last night.” She was blushing slightly. “I mean, I
can’t take them home… I don’t want my mom to see them.”

I walked her to the door with my arm around her. At the door, we paused
and kissed for a long moment. Amy looked up at me, her bright green eyes
sparkling in the morning sun. “You know, I really do love you,” she said
softly.

“I know. I love you, too. And just think this is just the beginning.”

And it truly was the beginning. For the next two years, we kept our
relationship a secret. We continued to see each other after school, on
weekends, and whenever else time and opportunity afforded us a moment.
Once Amy reached the legal age of consent, we went together to Amy’s mom
and told her what was going on- a conversation for which both Amy and I had
to muster all of our nerve.

Surprisingly, Theresa- Amy’s mom- took the whole situation a lot better
than we had feared. She later confided to me that she had suspected that
Amy was having a relationship with someone, although she had not a clue
that it was me.

Amy graduated from high school as valedictorian of her class and was
accepted to a university in California. I moved along with her and we
moved in together in a roomy house in a college town- a place much less
judgmental about the difference in our ages.

Anyway, Amy is getting ready to graduate summa cum laude. She and I
decided to wait until after she graduates to think about marriage but we
are still as much in love as we were back when we were both young and
crazy. Sometimes those unexpected curves that life throws you send you in
the most interesting directions!