Message-ID: <22186asstr$947290201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: gitanostrings@yahoo.com Lines: 501 X-Original-Message-ID: <8552db$s9s$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Fri Jan 07 15:57:41 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} "Discovering Amy" (M/teen f) Part 3/5 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 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. -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+