Message-ID: <13254eli$9807211545@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sundance69@hotmail.com (Sundance Tales) Subject: {Sundance -- NEW!!!} "Amy Visits for the Summer" - ( Mf, FF, MFf, cons ) [6/8] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35ba910f.2541672@nntp.ix.netcom.com> Amy Visits for the Summer Part VI of VIII By Sundance (Copyright, 1998) First Posted - June 1998 Last Repost - July 16, 1998 Please don't repost unless you include this header and all installments of the story. Thanks! Attn: AOL Users - If part of the story seems like it is getting cut off, there is a way to 'download' the whole story from AOL. I'm not an AOL user, so I can't tell you how, but I do know it's possible. That should help the people who send me repost requests, but are too shy to include a valid return email address where I can resend them the entire story. ==================================================================== If you enjoy this story, could I make a shameless request? Drop me a line and let me know. Comments and criticisms are what motivate myself and many other spam-free internet authors to keep writing. Also, I'm ALWAYS looking for ideas for new stories, so send those along also. I can't promise I will write about everything I hear of, but the input is still appreciated. I can be reached at: sundance69@hotmail.com Thanks and enjoy! Sundance +===================+Now the disclaimer +==================+ The following is a work of total fiction. The characters, names, and places are all products of my imagination and any resemblance to anybody or anything, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit content that some may find to be offensive. If you are offended by such material, or if you are under 21 years old, you have the option to stop now and not continue reading. By continuing to read you are making the following legal statement: I am over 21, I want to view a list of potentially obscene terms, and it is legal for me to view potentially obscene terms in my community, state, nation or province. If you're not sure... STOP now ..... Delete this text ..... This isn't being forced on you. +======================================================+ Amy and I made our way up the stairs, her hand in mine. As I traced each step of the ascent, I could only think one thing.... 'God, I'm still drunk'. Amy seemed to be moving slowly. It almost felt as if I was pulling her up behind me. I turned and she had a bit of a strained, queasy look on her face. "Are you alright?" "Yes Sarah, I'm ok. Just a little upset tummy, that's all" It wasn't until we reached the landing that led to the bedrooms that I realized what she was talking about. I turned again to her. "Oh, I got it. You swallowed, didn't you?" Amy nodded, subconsciously patting her stomach. "And you've never done that before, have you? Swallowed I mean". She shook her head no. "Well, I'm sure you're a hero in Mike's mind. I was with him for years before I would let him cum in my mouth and even then..... ", my sentence trailing off. "Are you sure you're ok now? Drink more of this water", and I handed her the bottle I was carrying. She sat on the bed and tipped it back. "I'll be ok. Could I maybe.. Borrow a toothbrush", she asked sheepishly and we both laughed. "Sure. Actually, let's get you more comfortable all the way around". I went to the door and reached above to the doorframe, tracing with my fingers until I found the key that was always hidden there, carefully placed out of the boy's reach. I placed it in the keyhole and turned it until I heard the tumblers engage and moved over to the bottom dresser drawers that held all my nighties. I looked through each one trying to choose something that would fit Amy. "Won't Mike be wanting to come in here in a second? You just locked the door. Are you having second thoughts about him watching, about us going through with this", and she tipped the bottle downing more of the water. "No I don't mind him watching, but he can just wait until we're ready". I paused, realizing she might be questioning this situation herself. "Why, are you having second thoughts?", I asked. Honestly, part of me probably wanted her to say yes. Yes, she was having second thoughts. Yes, she did mind Mike watching us. Then we wouldn't have to go through with this. Then I wouldn't have to endure the wrestling match between my desires and what my logical mind knew was the moral thing to do. While I never could have imagined it before, I was incredibly aroused earlier, going down on Mike as Amy watched. Similarly, I never would have predicted that the night Amy and I spent together would end up the way it did. I mean, I could always appreciate the beauty of another woman, and Amy was definitely growing up to be a stunning female, but I never felt sexually attracted. At least I didn't realize it. Yet, the passion we endured that night Mike was away was almost indescribable. Even still, as arousing as all of this had been, these were brand new experiences for me. If I thought about any of it too long, all kinds of emotions would surface -- guilt, shame, doubts. All of them negative. Amy finally answered me, relieving me of my over-analysis. "Sarah, I don't mind if Mike is here.... I mean, if you don't. I just want to be with you, like we were together the other night. That whole thing, the closeness we felt. I haven't been able to get it out of my mind. I just really need to feel a closeness like that right now and you and Mike can give me that feeling. I know I should probably be questioning why, but I'm not, and I promise, I won't in the future. The only reason I wouldn't want Mike here is if you don't, or if one of you regrets this later." I grabbed a stack of the silk lingerie in my hands and went to sit next to Amy on the bed. She was watching me intently, a look of concern on her face as she waited for my reaction to her last words. Sitting there, looking at her, I couldn't help but notice how young, how innocent, how uncertain she was. As my years of experiences washed over my mind I realized that while Amy has the body of a woman, she still has the mind and emotional maturity of a girl, with so many things to look forward to in the life ahead of her. While I couldn't be certain how I would feel later, my instincts told me that this was right for tonight. I've always been liberal in my thinking about sex. My basic belief was that it should be a pleasurable, secure, and intimate experience, shared between consenting people old enough to make intelligent decisions. While not always my cup of tea, I was never bothered by alternative gender configurations. If two men, two women, or a man and woman enjoyed the experience, so be it. Broadening this viewpoint to include more than two participants was a natural extension. Amy knew Mike and I loved her like family and would never coerce her into doing something she didn't want to do or anything we felt she would regret later. Yes, this felt right for Amy and right for Mike and I. I leaned into her and gently kissed her soft lips in an unspoken answer to her concern. "Anyway", changing the subject, "Which one of these would you like", and I held up the first one. "No, that won't do, not revealing enough", and we smiled at each other as I tossed it aside. I worked through several alternatives and tossed each to the reject pile on the floor. Finally, I held up a red silk teddy, the fabric of which matched the robe I was wearing. "Oh Sarah, that's beautiful", Amy commented. "Did Mike buy that for you?" "Yes, he did. It was a Valentines present from long ago", and I thought back to the days when Mike and I couldn't keep our hands off one another. I remembered opening it. I remembered the look on his face when he first saw me in it. I remembered our jokes about how much money it cost and it would only be worn a few seconds. I really missed those days, the passion we once had, and a sense of sadness crossed my heart. "Anyway, would you like to wear this one", snapping myself out of the sad memory. "No, I want to see you in that one Sarah", Amy replied. "I know you'll look absolutely gorgeous." "Ok then, let's find another for you", and I continued through the pile. At that moment I heard the doorknob turning, then jiggling back and forth in rapid succession. "Sarah!", Mike's muffled words came through the door. "Sarah, the door's locked", a sense of panic in his voice as I'm sure he thought for just a moment he was going to be left out of the rest of the evening. I handed the pile of silk to Amy and went to the door, carefully unlocking and opening it only slightly. "We've decided you're not invited", I joked with Mike. "I'll bring you a pillow and we'll wake you in the morning. Now aren't you glad we bought that big couch?" He had the same look on his face when I tell the boys they're not allowed to go outside and play. I waited for him to stamp his foot and launch into a full-blown tantrum. It seems all men are little boys, it's just how deft they are at suppressing it. "I'm kidding Mike, just give us a few minutes to ourselves, would you? Women need their time. We'll let you in later, I promise, before we get carried away. Now go you", and I motioned him away with my fingers. "Go check on the boys". Mike made a pout face and turned away as I closed the door and locked it. I turned and Amy was holding up a black teddy that I had almost forgotten I had. I had bought that a number of years ago when Mike and I were still dating and wasn't sure if it would still fit. However, I could easily imagine it surrounding Amy's young form. She must have agreed. "I think I'll try this one on", she replied. I led her to the bathroom and searched a travel bag I had for an unopened toothbrush and gave it to her. I told her I would shut the partition for her, giving her some privacy. She could freshen up and get changed in the closet. I pulled closed the expandable panel that separated the master bedroom from the bath area and moved to the bed, laying out the red Valentines Day gift so that I could admire it one more time. I pulled the robe back from my shoulders and let it drop to ground. Picking up the nightie, I stood in front of the full-length antique dressing mirror my Mother had given me and held it up in front of my nude body. 'Not bad,... not bad at all', I smiled to myself, and pulled the gown over my head. I sifted through the drawer until I could find the red matching panties that would complete the outfit. I reached under the bed and grappled around until I located the box I remembered as having been stored there. I had bought several large candles around Christmas time last year to be used in a wreath making craft project I had planned. Naturally, there was never enough time in the day to start such craft projects, but the idea seemed like a good one at the time. I positioned the candles at different spots in the room, spread out, so that when lit they would provide the perfect balance between light and dark. I wrestled through another drawer until I found some wooden matches and began to light each individual candle. I lit one, then a second, then a third. As the flames darted around, my mind began to wander. I stopped what I was doing and sat down on the bed. I watched the candle flame bounce from side to side in an almost hypnotizing effect. A blur crossed my eyes and in a dreamlike state my mind wandered to the scene several nights before when it was just Amy and I..... "God that was good", Amy cried from behind her tissue as we watched the credits of the 'Way we Were' scroll across the screen. I too was crying and we both laughed. "Nothing like a good tear jerker to end one's night, right?" I stood, grabbing the half-eaten bowl of popcorn. "Want any more", I asked Amy. "No, but I will have another one of these", and she motioned to her Margarita glass. "I'm staying the night anyway, so my Mom won't hassle me" "Yeah, well, you can't tell her or she'll have me arrested", I replied with an obvious smile. I blended another batch of Margaritas using the stash of mix we had for the upcoming Firm party on Friday night. I returned, handing Amy one and keeping one for myself. We sipped. "Wasn't it incredible how in love Robert Redford was with Barbara Streisand?" I nodded from behind my glass as Amy continued. "I can't wait until I find a love of my life like that". She paused. "You're so lucky to have Mike and he's so lucky to have you". I remained silent. She sensed my hesitation and continued. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "I suppose" "Are you and Mike happily married?" Her words hung in the air like a damp humidity. I probably could have guessed she would ask that, but hoped she wouldn't. I didn't respond at first, but her interest was relentless and she didn't follow her comment with any apologies for having asked the question. Instead, she just waited for an answer. I tried to do my best to be honest. "Amy, Mike is a wonderful man. He's a great father to the boys and I love him dearly.... But...... I won't try to deny we've drifted apart. I know a lot of that is my fault. The energy I put into my job doesn't help. By the time I get home at night, spend some time with the boys, there's barely anything left for Mike and I". She nodded, listening intently. "I don't think I would ever leave him, but I miss terribly the closeness we use to have, the passion. We never talk about serious subjects anymore, you know, deep conversations. It's always some chore or household decision we need to sort through in the limited time we have together. Sometimes it bothers me that he doesn't make more of an effort, or at least complain. I don't think he's any happier with the situation than I am, yet we just both plod along". Sitting and describing these things out loud in some ways made them more 'real'. I knew within myself that these things were missing in my life, but seldom dwelled on it, much less described it to another human being. Saying the words out loud forced me to deal with the accompanying pain. I could feel my lip beginning to quiver as I tried to hold back the tears. Amy leaned over to me and put her arms around my neck and pulled me close. I remember how good it felt to be held like that. How secure. Here I was, the tough-as-nails Lawyer needing more than anything else to feel loved, to have somebody hug me and not want to let me go. We embraced for at least a minute as I sobbed uncontrollably into her shoulder, the feelings I had obviously suppressed for so long now flooding out like an overflowing river that had just crashed through a dam. Finally, I pulled back and tried to compose myself. Amy was looking deep in my eyes. I was a bit embarrassed and remember trying to turn away, again reaching for the tissue box to dry my tears. She reached for my chin and turned my head towards hers. I felt her glances wash over my facial features as she slowly, tenderly, wiped each tear from my cheek and moved my tousled hair away from my eyes. "You're so beautiful, Sarah", her words were so soft. "Oh right, I sure feel real beautiful right now", as I continued to blot my tears. She just continued to look at me until I finally returned her gaze. Our eye contact seemed to just go on and on, neither of us looking away. I watched as she started to lean closer to me. It seemed to take minutes for her face to reach mine. I'm not sure why, but I refused to move, to look away, to even speak, until I felt her lips, so soft, graze my own. She kissed me again and I returned her kiss, raising my own hand to brush her cheek. I felt so close to her at that moment, so connected, as if at this time she was the only person in the world who truly understood how I felt, truly understood what I needed. We continued to kiss, caressing one another's lips. After a number of moments I felt her tongue brushing its way into my mouth. In an odd sort of way, I was relieved, as I wanted so badly to explore her mouth with my own, but was unsure how she would react. I met my tongue with hers and we continued our oral embrace, this time exploring slowly and sensuously one another. I remember feeling overwhelmed with how erotic this moment was becoming, how excited I was by another woman's touch, her taste. Our kissing went on for minutes and definitely had crossed the bounds of one friend comforting another. I remember closing my eyes as I felt Amy's hands moving up near my neck as she began to work loose the buttons that held closed my shirt. I think by closing my eyes I was allowing myself to pretend, for just that moment, that this wasn't really happening, overriding my better judgement that I should halt this before it went any further. She moved slowly unbuttoning my shirt, one-inch at a time. I remember the sensation of her fingers touching my bare skin, the arousal that washed over my body as she ran her hands inside the material and across my breasts. I remember how fast my heart was beating, how I wanted to give myself to her, for her to explore every part of me. I remember returning to kiss her as her hands traced across my stomach and around to my lower back, working her way up to the snap that held in place my bra. I remember sitting up straight to make it easier for her to unfasten it, the sense of escape I felt as she pulled the straps forward and she slid her hands under the cups to the soft fleshy areas of my breasts. It was so satisfying when I felt her brush against my sensitive nipples for the first time. BANG! BANG! The sound echoed from the closed door. I looked up, clearly startled from this daydream. BANG!, BANG!, again came the sound, this time louder. It was Mike again, pounding and rattling the locked doorknob. "Sarah, what's going on in there? We had an agreement. I'm not sleeping on the couch in my own home", he complained in a whining voice. I shook the blurry haze from my mind and went to the door. As I stood I realized I was wet with excitement from the details of my flashback. "Calm down", I called in a loud whisper. "You're going to wake the boys!" I unlocked the door and opened it slowly, still not letting him in. "Mike, we're not going to forget about you! Amy is freshening up. Just wait here and we'll call you in". I didn't wait for him to respond, but instead closed the door again and re-locked it. 'Impatient male', I thought to myself. 'Too damn much testosterone'. I returned and finished lighting the remaining candles. The combined light from the flames created an incredibly romantic mood, rolling dancing shadows across the ceiling and the walls. A moment passed and I heard the partition leading to the bath area slide open. Amy stepped out into the dim candlelight. I stood looking at her. The black nightie she had on reached just below her hips. It protruded out from her body, extended by the form of her bare, full breasts. While I couldn't see every detail, I could see that she was nude beneath the silk garment, her nipples clearly outlined in the black paper-thin material. Her hair was down and draped across the front of her shoulders. She was standing, one leg slightly raised, her toe touching the ground, as she held on to the sides of the partition door with her hands. "You look beautiful", my only words as I took in her vision. "So do you", she replied. We held our eye contact for a moment. She spoke again. "Was that Mike knocking again? Should we let him in, or just skip it", and we both laughed. "Well, a deal is a deal", and I made my way over to the door. Amy made her way into the room and climbed on the bed, tucking both her legs behind her and to the side. I unlocked the door and peeked out. Mike was sitting against the wall facing me, his elbows on his knees and both of his hands resting on his cheeks. It was amazing how much he looked like his Son sometimes. "We're ready for you Loverboy", I called to him and he shuffled to his feet with anticipation. "You look sensational", he commented, taking in my form through the open doorway. "It's been a long time since I've seen you wear that", and he grazed the back of his hand across my nipple. I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Well, thank you kind sir", and I opened the door wider. Amy smiled at Mike as he entered the room and he smiled back. "Where do you want me", he inquired. I thought about for a moment, then walked over and slid a high-back whicker chair we had in the room for decoration over to a location perpendicular to the bed. I took his hand and led him over, guiding him to sit down. "Will this work for you?" "This will work just fine. I think I'm in the FRONT ROW", he half exclaimed in a voice that was not his own. I think he was quoting some beer commercial but I couldn't be sure. Amy was laughing, so his humor wasn't entirely wasted. With Mike securely seated I moved to the other side of the bed. I reached forward and took Amy's hand in mine and guided her up from her seated position, over to the edge of the mattress. I took her other hand and pulled backwards, having her stand so that we were directly in front of where Mike was seated. I was already moist with anticipation and I could sense the arousal in the air being shared by all of us. I never would have imagined how erotic this could be, having my man watch me with another woman, but it was definitely exciting. End of Part VI -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----