Message-ID: <22185asstr$947290201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: gitanostrings@yahoo.com Lines: 325 X-Original-Message-ID: <85526o$s61$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Fri Jan 07 15:54:08 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} "Discovering Amy" (M/teen f) Part 2/5 Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2000 19:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman, kelly Please read Part 1 first... 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+