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 Author: Invid Fan
Title: Amy Day
Summary: Once a year, round about the aniversery of her death, Craig
went out to have a quiet meal in her memory.  This year, she gave him
something to remember --
Keywords: MFF, oral

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   Amy Day By Invid Fan (c)2013

   **** "Would you prefer a booth or a table?"

   Craig looked around the restaurant.  It was empty, practically.  There
was pair of older ladies over in one corner, another person at the bar. 
Obviously, 2 PM was not a popular dining time.

   One reason he was here.

   "Whatever's empty."

   The hostess smiled.  Whether real, or just polite, such smiles were one
reason Craig enjoyed eating out.  Attractive young women smiled at you as
your food was served.  More so, if you were a regular and a good tipper. 
The three waitresses at the nearby bad Chinese buffet practically fought
for his table.  Today, though, he was at a somewhat fancier place.  Not
THAT much higher on the food serving chain, given it was a national chain,
but still better.

   Today deserved better.

   The thin blonde led him around to a booth next to a window.  Outside, it
was hard to tell how much of the blowing whiteness was snow coming down,
and how much was just existing flakes traveling thirty miles an hour. 
Another reason this place was empty, most likely.  Craig had debated with
himself about if this was a good idea, if he should delay things.  But, he
had not gone out Monday.  He had pushed things back to Wednesday once
before, but that hadn't felt right.  It had to be today.  There was no
point in setting dates for things if they could be changed willy nilly. 
Nilly, yes, but this would involve willy, and that just wouldn't do.

   He'd have to remember never to say something that stupid out loud.

   "Here's your menu.  Your server, Nancy, will be with you shortly."

   "Thank you."

   Craig tossed his winter jacket into the corner, sliding into the booth
as he placed his magazine on the table.  It was a bit chilly, but that was
OK.  It's what he got for wearing a t-shirt in winter.  No one to blame but
himself.  Glancing down at the menu, he decided he'd splurge on steak.  It
wasn't the best steak here, but then he rarely had it.  Steak wasn't
something you cook for yourself.

   "Hello!  I'm Nancy, I'll be your server for the evening!  Can I get you
something to drink?  We have a margarita special today!"

   He glanced up at her.  Nancy was cute.  College aged, maybe older.  He
knew that due to her being here at this hour, about the only way he could
tell the sixteen year olds from the thirty year olds much of the time.  Her
short blonde hair had red mixed in, a rather nice look he thought.  Large
blue eyes and a button nose completed what he noticed of her.  Oh, sure,
she was thin, probably had nice breasts, but her face was all he was going
to get to enjoy so that's what he focused on.  Craig smiled back at her.

   "I'll have a diet Pepsi."

   "Would you like a few minutes?"

   He'd like more than that, to be honest, but just shook his head.

   "No." Craig looked down at the menu.  "I'll have the steak and
mushrooms, medium, and a side salad with bleu cheese."

   "OK!  I'll get that in and bring you your drink!"

   She was definitely perky.  He watched her for a moment as she turned
away.  She definitely had a nice figure, as well.  Shaking his head, Craig
looked at the empty seat across from him.  Why he was here reasserted
itself.  Sighing, he opened the magazine, scanning the first few pages.



   ****



   "Here's your drink!"

   Craig smiled up at the perky waitress, probably unseen given the speed
at which she turned to go.  She probably had lots of texting to do.  With a
long sigh, he picked up the glass.  Holding it before him, Craig raised the
drink to the memory sitting across from him.

   "Happy Amy Day.  I still miss you."



   ****



   He had never said goodbye.

   That, probably, was most of it.  Amy had died alone, with no warning. 
He had not held her hand in some soulless hospital room, never whispered he
loved her into ears that could no longer hear.  She had just...  vanished
from his life.  So, too, life had vanished from him.

   Oh, he had dated after she was gone.  Tried to, at least.  Nothing
lasted more than a week or two.  Craig knew why: he wanted another Amy. 
Not her twin, physically or mentally, but...  he wanted what they had
together.  The same intimate, fun, yet not romantically serious commitment.
He had loved her, yes, and she loved him, but...

   Craig looked across the table.  He could see her, looking at him.  Curly
brown hair mussed a bit, an extra button or two hastily left undone on her
shirt.  Eyes twinkling, lips in that shy grin she always had.

   She was always with him, of course.  Her memory.  Not a day went by that
he in some way didn't think of her.  Not a night went by where some part of
his fantasies didn't involve her.  Craig didn't talk to her as much as he
used to, but she still answered when he did.  Her voice kept him sane, to
the extent that was possible.  Which was odd, given how crazy she had made
him in life.

   He chuckled, looking back down at his magazine.  He doubted he'd get
much reading done, but that was OK.  What was important was the ritual.  He
was here, on the anniversary, give or take, of her death.  It was Amy Day.
She was in charge.



   ****



   The stranger who silently slipped into the bench across from Craig was
NOT Amy.  It took him a moment to reassure himself of this.  After all, who
else would be sitting down unannounced?  He wasn't sure what he would do if
an undead, or, well, dead, Amy showed up one of these days.  Probably see
if that state had any effect on her incredible cock sucking abilities. 
Well, actually, he'd probably scream, but the witty answer is always easy
to come up with at times like this.

   The woman was small.  Even with a thick black winter jacket over
probably a couple of layers of sweaters, that was clear.  If she came up to
his chest he'd be very surprised, and the almost pure white wrist and hands
appearing out of her sleeves were thin, almost delicate.  Asian features,
he wanted to guess Chinese.  Her hair was short, red, almost a pink. 
Either it was dyed, or she had some Irish in her.  Her lips were black, he
hoped with lipstick and not frostbite.

   "Are...  you Craig?" Her voice trembled.  It was soft, almost musical.
Craig blinked, trying to process all this.

   "Um, I'm a Craig, but not the one you're looking for, I think." The girl
bit her lip, white hands clutching each other almost in prayer on the
table. He could see her breathing coming faster.  "Can I help you with
something?"

   Her eyes closed.  Given the sort of goth vibe the stranger was giving
off, the lack of eye makeup was throwing off Craig's attempt to lump her
into some stereotype group.  Or any group.  The stranger took a deep
breath.

   "Amy sent me."



   ****



   A feeling flowed though Craig he hadn't felt since middle school.  He
was faint.  His face went cold, blood draining away.  Back then, it had
been videos of nicotine diseased lungs, car crash victims, and the like,
sending his system into shutdown mode.  Now...

   "Amy?"

   It came out as a whisper.  Blood was draining from his hands, feet,
withdrawn back to his heart, as if to defend it from the impossible.  The
strawberry goth before him nodded, eyes serious, wide.

   "She...  I..." She shook her head, as if to clear it.  Craig grabbed for
the glass of Pepsi, hoping caffeine made some sense of this.  She waited
until he put it back down, leaning forward.  "Last night, I had a dream. 
I...  I saw a woman, a nude, brown haired woman.  She said to come here,
today, at this time, and see you."

   "She couldn't come herself?" This was stupid, of course.  Stupid.  Amy
would know it sounded stupid.  Yes, she had been more religious, more
spiritual, but...

   "She wants to, Craig.  Oh, she wants to see you.  The desire I felt..."
Color filled her face.  She hurried on.  "She doesn't want you to be alone
today, Craig.  Amy asked me to keep you company.  Make you happy."

   OK, now this WAS stupid.  Craig opened his mouth to reply, stopped by
the waitress coming up to the table.

   "Hello!  Are you joining him?  Would you..."

   Craig heard her voice catch.  Head swiveling to look up at her, he saw
her staring at the stranger in disbelief.  The blonde fell forward,
outstretched hands grabbing the table edge for support.

   "You!  I saw you!  You were with her!  Then-" her head jerked to Craig.
"Then you're him!  You're Craig!  Oh my God!"



   ****



   Craig was a real Skeptic.  Not the stupid kind, the "Scully" kind, the
straw man skeptic who disbelieved things just because.  No.  Craig just
wanted evidence.  Give it to him, and he'd agree something was real.

   He still wasn't sure about this, but for now he was just going along
with it.

   The Asian girl was Beth.  Eighteen, a freshman at Buffalo State.  With
her coat off, she was a waif, almost all skin and bones, needing extra
layers of clothing just to survive indoors this time of year.  Sipping a
hot cup of tea, she looked across the table.

   "I didn't think I'd make it.  Had to take the bus, and in this
weather..." Beth smiled, black lips very non-goth just then.  "Well, let's
just say I'm not counting on being able to take the bus home!"

   Craig glanced out the window.  It was really coming down now.  The road
was visible, but not the parking lot across it.  He nodded.

   "I almost canceled this.  No reason I couldn't do it tomorrow, after
all."

   "But you didn't."

   He looked at the waitress Nancy.  She sat next to Beth as if she, too,
was a customer.  Craig wondered if he was going to be getting his steak. 
Not that it mattered now.  There were more important matters than an
afternoon meal.  Almost as if reading his mind, her eyes widened.

   "Oh!  Right!" Her head swung towards the bar, where a mustached man was
looking their way.  "Just a moment!" She slid out of the booth, walking
quickly through the dead restaurant.  Once again Craig admired her back
side, more openly this time.  When he turned back to Beth, she was
grinning.

   "Well, she's cute and clueless."

   "And how do you think she'd describe you?"

   Beth considered.  Craig liked that.  There was nothing wrong with
thinking before you spoke.  Or not speaking at all.

   "I think, she hasn't considered the matter much yet."

   Craig laughed.  Laughing on Amy Day.  Who would have thunk.

   Nancy was talking energetically to someone he assumed was the manager.
Another girl, also with red in her hair (was that the trend now, for women
who wanted to be different?), gave the pair a wide berth as she carried a
tray with his food on it.  Craig pushed away his half eaten salad, then
offered it to Beth.  She declined, smiling.

   "I ate on the bus.  Against the rules, I know, but I'm too cute to
arrest."

   "Agreed." She blushed at this.  The new waitress came to a stop, placing
the dish before Craig.

   "Here you go.  Can I get you anything..."

   The power went off.

   "Oh, great." The woman abandoned them, quickly heading back towards the
kitchen.  Craig and Beth glanced out the window.  The traffic signal was
off, as was the power at the Tim Hortons next to them.  Headlights moved
very slowly through the blowing snow.

   "At least we won't starve," Craig said, cutting a small piece of his
steak off.  Beth took another sip of her tea.

   "Freeze, yes, starve, no." Putting the cup back down, she grabbed her
coat and put it back on.  Craig eyed his own jacket.  It was a good idea.

   "Are we leaving now?" Nancy was back, sitting down next to Beth.  Craig
just looked at her.

   "Leaving for where?"

   "My place, I think.  I live right around the corner.  Vince just heard
there's now a driving ban in Niagara County, not that anyone would stop us,
but we can probably just walk.  Safer than being on the streets in this."
She looked at Beth.  "That OK with you?"

   Beth nodded.  Craig shook his head.

   "Do I get any say in this?"

   Both girls looked at him, faces serious.

   "No."



   ****



   It took a half hour to walk the three hundred feet to the small
apartment building.  Cutting across the snow filled field had saved them
the danger of being on the icy road, but drifts were high, the wind strong.
Craig kept Beth out of the worst of it, his large body shielding her small
frame.  Both had helped Nancy climb out of a drift a slippery spot sent her
into.  By the time they reached the small two storey, four apartment
structure, they were tired, frozen, and incredibly thankful this street
still had power.



   ****



   "Fuck the next bill.  I'm cranking the heat."

   Nancy turned the dial on the thermostat up, the sound of a furnace
somewhere springing to life.  Craig stood just inside the apartment, face
almost burning as his skin thawed.  It was a nice place, clean, neat. 
Large living room with a dining table at one end.  Kitchen, just visible. A
bedroom and bathroom somewhere, he assumed.  No art on the walls, just
photos.  Lots of photos, family and friends he assumed.  There was also a
cat theme about the place.  Beth stepped out of her black boots.

   "I sense I'm out of my element here."

   "The cat stuff is from my old roommate," Nancy said, shaking her head.
"I'm a dog person.  Here, give me your coats." Craig handed his over, as
well as his knit hat.  Clumps of snow fell onto the wooden floor.  Now that
he was out of his boots, he moved to the center of the room where it was
dry.  The thirty five year old turned to the two women.

   "OK, you dragged me here.  What now?"

   The two seemed to hesitate, exchanging a glance.  Nancy was a good foot
taller than Beth, but seemed to be letting the other take the lead.  Some
communication must have taken place.  Nodding, Beth walked towards Craig.
Her black jean clad hips swayed, almond eyes capturing his.

   "Amy...  asked us to make you happy.  To...  pleasure you."

   Amy.  The ghost of Amy.  She...

   "She told us," Nancy whispered, now at his side, "to strip you.  To...
to suck you.  Kiss you..."

   It would be just like Amy to put the suck part before kissing.  It had
been her favorite activity, after all, and his favorite to receive. 
Further thought, though, was swept from Craig's mind as Nancy's hands went
to the sides of his head, drawing him down for a kiss.

   His eyes closed.  It had been years.  A lifetime, since he had been
kissed.  She was a stranger, yet...  yet, he felt something.  Something
beyond the physical.  His arm reached out, snaking around her waist as he
pulled her against him.  Her body pressed against him willingly, as
willingly as her mouth opened to accept his advances.  If this was all, if
both young women came to their senses and ended it here, he could go on
content.

   It was not to be all, though.  Hands were at his belt.  Amy had always
had trouble with his belt, to his great amusement.  The small delicate
hands now working on the problem had much more success, quickly undoing the
buckle, letting his jeans drop to the floor.  His boxers followed, a cold
hand lightly touching his cock.  It was soft, of course.  Freezing
temperatures will do that to a man.  His assailant was not deterred.  As
Craig broke the kiss, he felt a warm breath between his legs.  His eyes
dropped to Beth, kneeling before him, her small white hands reaching up to
caress as she blew on him.

   "The first girl I ever dated," he said, unable to help himself, "thought
that's what blow job meant." Beth grinned up at him, as he felt himself
stir in her hands.  Also feeling the movement, she leaned forward to lick.
Hands grabbed the hem of his shirt.

   "You're still wearing too much," Nancy giggled, pulling upward.  He
raised his arms instinctively, the shirt coming off with a pop.  Nancy
tossed it aside, then dropped to her knees.  Beth scooted over a bit, the
two girls positioning themselves comfortably.

   Craig was standing in a stranger's apartment, nude, with two college
girls taking turns licking and sucking his growing cock.  He grew to full
hardness quickly, unsurprisingly.  Also, unsurprisingly, he knew he
wouldn't last long.  The body has to be trained to have stamina, trained to
withstand the pleasure.  Craig was long out of practice.  His hands went to
their heads, fingers entangling in their hair.  Beth was an artist, so much
so visions of Amy almost brought him to tears.  Her tongue licked the base
of the head, lips nibbling along the edge, before taking all of him into
her.  Nancy preferred to just engulf his cock, taking all of it, nose in
his untrimmed hair.  As her fourth turn came, he took her head in both
hands, knees shaking.

   "Gonna cum..."

   Nancy's blue eyes looked up, as his hands set the pace.  His eyes met
Beth's as well.  She smiled up at him, those wet black lips glistening.

   "Come for us...  come for your Amy..."

   Amy...  his Amy...  Craig closed his eyes.  He could imagine it was her.
It was her mouth on him.  Her lips, her tongue...

   "Amy!"

   He came, opening his eyes.  Looking at Amy always doubled the
experience. Only, it wasn't her.  He was coming in Nancy's mouth.  Her eyes
were wide, mouth pulled back so only the head was contained.  He felt her
tongue taking a few more licks, bringing spasms of pleasure.  So long... 
it had been so long.  As she released him, Beth grabbed his cock and sucked
on it twice.  Letting it go, she looked at Nancy, hunger in her eyes.

   Nancy's eyes widened, then seemed to...  smolder.  Mouth still closed,
she leaned forward.  Beth's lips met hers.  Craig took a half step back,
almost unable to deal with the pure eroticism of the moment.

   He was almost ready to believe in God.



   ****



   Or Goddesses, at least.



   ****



   "Why?"

   Nancy just smiled as her last article of clothing fell to the bedroom
floor.  Beth, already nude on the bed next to him, chuckled.  She ran a
soft hand down Craig's chest, stopping to play with the curly brown hairs.

   "Don't ask.  Accept." Rising up, she lowered her lips to his.  Black
lipstick, he discovered, tasted the same as any other color.  The weight of
a third person settled onto the mattress, followed by her body settling on
him.  As her warm wetness engulfed his manhood, Craig gave up all attempts
at understanding.  He was not alone.  For the first time, Amy Day was not a
time of sorrow.  Amy had been life, been fun.  Been sex, and nudity, and
joy, and all that was good in the world.  For eight years he had held on to
her memory.  Honored her, nay, on this one day a year, almost worshiped
her. Raised a glass in sacrifice to the woman who had given his life
meaning.

   This...  this honored her so much better...



   ****



   Beth lifted herself off of him.  His eyes were closed.  Whether in
sleep, or just momentary rest, she couldn't say.  His cock, at least, was
now exhausted.  It had done its job well, though, much better than she
would have thought for a man his age.  She could almost still feel those
last pulses from him traveling deeper into her.  The fact she had not made
him wear a condom should have bothered her, but, somehow, didn't.  It's not
like she was on any birth control...

   A soft hand touched her arm.  Sitting up, Beth looked as Nancy slid over
on the bed next to her.  The two had not talked.  Were, still, strangers.
Strangers who had kissed.  Who would, once he woke, do more.  The dream had
asked for more, for a show for him, a promise to be fulfilled.  Smiling,
Beth lightly caressed Nancy's tanned arm.  The smile returned was shy.  She
sensed the older woman was no more experienced with girls than she was. 
Well, college was the time to experiment...

   Something...  glowed, at the end of the bed.  Beth saw Nancy gasp.  She
didn't run, or even flinch away.  If she had, Beth probably wouldn't have
been able to bring herself to look.  She was a believer in the occult and
such, but had no illusions that most of it was good for humans to
experience.  It was to be feared, fought.  Steeling herself, she turned her
head.

   The spirit stood at her man's feet.  A blue mist, form vaguely female.
Its face, though, its eyes, gave it identity.  Beth inhaled sharply.  She
knew it from her dream.  Knew it, had obeyed it.

   Amy.

   It floated there, silently, observing the sleeping man.  Beth felt Nancy
take her hand.  Yes, they had not talked, but...  both knew.  Knew what had
been asked.  Knew that each was as committed to this task as the other.

   The man was dying.

   Craig would not live to see another Amy Day.  Would not, given his
beliefs, or lack thereof, join her.  They would be parted forever, her in
whatever world she now found herself, and him...

   She had wanted him to feel joy.  Love.  For his last months to be happy
ones.  For him to feel a lifetime of pleasure before the end of his days.

   So she had asked.

   And been answered.

   Beth found the ghostly eyes on her.  Saw the love, the sorrow.  She
squeezed Nancy's hand.  The spirit nodded.  Began to fade.

   Yes.  Beth would stay with this man.  For, he was a good man.  More...
she did not believe in fate.  Did not believe the future was set.  So, he
was doomed to nothingness?  Well...  she'd see about that...

   ****

   Edited by SciFi Nut

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