The Wanderings of Amy
Copyright 2002, 2004 by EC
http://www.ecgraphicarts.com
(Warnings: Adult sex, erotic discipline, public nudity)

Chapter 13 - Paul

Amy's relationship with Robert had changed radically by the beginning of her 
second year of college. Amy was now Robert's equal, and his friend. She still 
approached him for advice when she felt that she needed it, but as a friend, not as 
a surrogate daughter. She still felt a deep respect for him and cared for him 
deeply. He had saved her life. He had guided her into the path where she was 
now. Most importantly, in no way did he attempt to exploit her vulnerability when 
she stayed with him, nor in the months that followed. Amy now was glad that 
there had never been a hint of sex between herself and Robert. The infatuation she 
had felt for him at the beginning ended long ago and she could settle down to 
enjoy her friendship with him. Robert now respected Amy as an adult and as a 
friend, listened to her opinions, and was genuinely curious as to what she thought 
about various topics.

Amy now felt silly about the jealousy she had felt when Suzanne first started 
going out with Robert. Amy now understood what they saw in each other. 
Perhaps on the surface they had nothing in common, not age, not interests, not 
manner of dressing, not career paths. But deeper down, their lives were indeed the 
same. Suzanne and Robert had both lived hard, lonely lives, shaped by personal 
tragedy and dysfunctional relationships. They had the same drive, the same sense 
of belief in themselves, and now a shared belief in each other. Suzanne's eyes 
reflected a deep contentment in her life. Robert seemed so much more relaxed 
whenever Amy saw him.

Amy's life continued to be filled with Burnside's work during the depth of the 
Spring semester. There were the endless quizzes, the multiple-chapter reading 
assignments, the harsh questioning in class. Most of Amy's classmates were 
terrified of Burnside, her acidic comments, her harsh grading, her endless supply 
of red ink. By the end of February, over half of the students had dropped out of 
both classes. Amy remained among the survivors.

Burnside seemed to call on Amy more in class than on most of the other students. 
Often if another student did not know the answer, Amy ended up being the second 
student Burnside called upon. Amy realized that Burnside expected her to shoot 
back the correct answer, no matter what.

Burnside was particularly hard on anything Amy wrote. Red ink invariably 
stained anything returned to Amy that had passed in front of Burnside's eyes. 
Anyone seeing Amy's papers would have thought that Burnside totally hated her, 
but that was not the case at all. Amy almost had a feeling that Burnside had 
something in mind for her for the future, but could not imagine what that could 
be.

The increased pressure on Amy pushed her to study all that much harder. Amy's 
character was undergoing a transformation as a result of the challenge being thrust 
upon her. She was becoming harder, more driven, more determined. In the same 
way that her body had become trim and hardened by a year of working out, Amy's 
spirit strengthened as a result of the experiences she was having in college.

Amy reflected that the vacillating high school girl who took off with Courtney on 
that road trip almost two years ago was long gone, as was the emotional wreck 
picked up six months later by Robert at the police station. Amy reflected that had 
she and Courtney known each other now, their relationship would have been very 
different that it had been in high school. There was no way now that Amy would 
have let Courtney push her around. Probably they would not have gotten along at 
all.

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Amy experienced yet another change in her life during the spring semester. Since 
the beginning of the semester she had noticed a male classmate glancing over at 
her every so often during class. He was fairly good-looking, and had a nice 
expression. He never missed the chance to catch a glimpse of Amy, especially 
when Burnside called on her to answer questions. Amy noticed that when 
Burnside called on him, he always seemed prepared as well as she was. Gradually 
Amy realized that he was interested in her and had set a goal of trying to impress 
her the only way he knew how, by being prepared in Burnside's class. 

Two days after the Mardi Gras party, Amy's classmate did something unheard of 
in Burnside's class, he raised his hand and challenged her opinion about the 
development of Latin America. Several Latin American political theorists of the 
Dependency School had a totally different perspective on the region's 
development than the model Burnside was promoting, he pointed out. Burnside 
patiently listened, then pointed out.

"Well, Paul, don't forget, your authors are Marxist, and approaching this from a 
political and social perspective, not an economic one. Which do you think is 
correct?"

"Dr. Burnside, the Latin Americans will argue that social and political conditions 
set the pattern of economic development, while you are arguing the opposite."

"That's right. And there's where the fundamental difference lies in our fields."

Burnside discussed the discrepancies of development models for a few minutes, 
then returned to her class topic. She did not shoot Paul down for challenging her. 
She acknowledged the difference of opinions between fields, and accepted it.

Paul seemed like a decent enough guy, and at least smart enough to come to class 
armed with information different from what Burnside had. Amy decided to at 
least give him the chance to get to know her. The next time he glanced over, she 
smiled at him. There, she thought, that should do it.

Sure enough, after class he approached her. He was unsure what to say, having 
come this far. Amy pushed him again with a smile. He would have to make the 
next move. He paused, then nervously plunged ahead.

"What do you think about Burnside's opinions about Latin America's dependency 
on the US? I was wondering, because in my Central American history class we're 
looking at dependency theories which are almost the opposite of what Burnside is 
saying." Amy smiled internally. Obviously Paul was not a master at pick-up lines. 
Somehow that comforted her.

"I haven't taken the Political Science requirement yet." responded Amy. "I'd be 
interested in hearing what you picked up from your other class." With that she 
opened the door for an invitation to lunch.

It was an absurd posturing between two people who really simply wanted to say 
"I find you attractive. I want to know you better." But it was an opening between 
Amy and Paul, which was what mattered.

The next step was a pizza at the Student Center. That part was easier, once the 
excuse to get together had been pushed out of the way. The class topic lasted a 
total of 30 seconds. Amy and Paul began to share things about themselves, to get 
to know each other.

Since the beginning of the semester, Paul Glisan had noticed Amy in class. She 
was pretty, but that was not why he was attracted to her. Paul saw something 
special in Amy. He liked her intelligence and drive. He liked her honesty and 
sincerity, which was evident in the way she spoke and carried herself. He badly 
wanted her.

Amy wanted to find out as much about Paul as she could during this first lunch. 
He was a political science major and interested in journalism. He was a year 
younger than Amy, about to turn 19, whereas she was about to turn 20. In many 
ways he seemed older than the age on his driver's license. He spoke French and 
had traveled in Europe as a high school exchange student. Amy quickly found out 
he was opinionated, coming from a working class community suffering from 
massive lay-offs. He challenged the neo-liberalism currently in vogue in the US, 
using political science as his back-up.

Amy saw in Paul a person with the strength of character to state an opinion in 
class, knowing his professor would not agree. Paul was not loud or obnoxious, he 
was not rude or abrasive. Nor was he a flake or a wimp. He was handsome, but in 
a quiet, unassuming way. He was not much taller than Robert. His short brown 
hair and conservative appearance contrasted with his non-conformist views about 
the US and its political system.

Amy had her second class to go to, but agreed to meet Paul later to work out in 
the gym. They spotted each other on the bench press and made observations about 
each other's routine.

They both had to study that night, but agreed to meet for dinner the following 
evening. He took her out to a fairly nice seafood restaurant. They discussed 
politics a little, and a little about their lives in high school. Paul talked at length 
about his hometown and how his experiences in high school affected his outlook 
on life. He was bitter about the effect the factory closings had on his family and 
his friends. He learned to sympathize with the unemployed of Europe and Latin 
America, and saw the world as a whole as a result of what he witnessed in high 
school. Political Science gave him the tools with which he could begin to 
understand what had happened to his town, his family, and so many others around 
the world in similar situations. Amy realized that the bitterness he felt over the 
fate of his community had focused him at an early age, which in turn had forged a 
solid character. He lacked the shallowness of most of his classmates.

They spent the next few weeks slowly taking their time to know each other. They 
went to movies and out to eat, to art galleries and for hikes along Lake Michigan. 
They met every day to workout together in the university gym. One night they 
even went bowling. It was clear that Paul wanted her, but he never brought up the 
subject of sex. Amy was grateful for that. She wanted to go slow this time. She 
wanted to know the person with whom she would have her next sexual 
relationship. She realized that was what Paul wanted as well.

This relationship was a new experience for Amy. In high school she usually had 
sex on the first date. Sometimes she had been so drunk that she did not remember 
whether or not she had sex, or if so, with whom. Some of the guys with whom she 
hung out in high school now reminded her of animals, worried about mounting as 
many of their classmates as possible, and not thinking about anything else. Amy 
now was disgusted with herself for having gone along with that. She realized how 
lucky she had been never to have contracted venereal disease or to have become 
pregnant.

The relationship with Paul was a new experience for Amy for another reason. 
Amy had the opportunity to have a boyfriend for the first time without facing 
Courtney's disapproval. Amy now was free to make her own choice concerning 
whom she would go out with, free from the slavery of peer pressure. Paul was so 
different from what Courtney considered desirable in a guy that Amy felt defiant 
dating him. Amy realized that her relationship with Paul was her final break from 
Courtney and her values. Courtney, for example, would have taken Bill over Paul 
in a heartbeat.

Paul and Amy started spending more time together working on Burnside's 
coursework, especially on the weekends. Amy still had Wendy help her with the 
equations, but Paul seemed to be better with understanding the actual theories.

Wendy was true to her word about spending the hours with Amy for her to 
understand the equations. Wendy spent most of her free time with Amy on 
weeknights, patiently guiding her through the formulas she needed for her new 
major. 

The weekends were a different matter. Wendy seemed to be preoccupied with 
some very serious commitment and increasingly was gone Friday and Saturday 
nights. She was no longer available to go out for fun. Amy wondered about 
Wendy's absence, but now she was spending more and more time with Paul. 

Increasingly, Amy looked forward to seeing him. The times they were apart 
seemed longer and longer for her, even when she was separated from him for just 
a few hours.

Slowly, Amy was falling in love.

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Amy's 20th birthday came just before Spring Break. It was obvious that Amy 
would introduce Paul to her friends during her birthday party. Finally the time had 
come for Paul to learn more about Amy's past and her wanderings.

Amy first introduced Paul to Suzanne the night before her birthday. Amy smiled 
as she watched Suzanne's eyes scan Paul, contemplating his suitability as a model. 
Suzanne's mind never seemed to be able to quite leave her work.

They sat down for dinner, as Suzanne explained her life and what she did as a 
photographer. She hinted that she would like to have Paul pose for her. Amy 
gathered that under the right circumstances, he would be willing to model for her, 
judging from his interest in her work. After dinner Suzanne showed Paul her 
portfolio, including the pictures she took of Amy. Amy pulled out an extra copy 
of the workout book and presented it to Paul. Paul thumbed through the book, 
dumbfounded, then looked up at the photographer and her model. Amy smiled at 
him. There was one more thing that Paul needed to know. Amy pulled out the 
three portraits that Suzanne had taken of her last November in Detroit.

Paul studied the pictures for several minutes. They had a story, that much was 
clear. Paul looked at Amy, but said nothing. He knew that she would tell him 
when she was ready. He could wait.

Amy and Paul walked around her neighborhood while Suzanne cleaned up. They 
held hands. Finally Amy was ready to talk about herself.

"Paul, what do you think of those last portraits I showed you?"

"I don't know. I never saw someone look that upset in a picture before."

Amy paused. Finally she began "You know, Paul, two years ago I was very 
different from who I am now. You wouldn't have recognized me."

Paul stayed quiet, waiting for Amy to continue. Finally, Amy told him her story.

Amy concluded "I owe two people my life, my sense of direction: Robert, who 
literally saved me; and Suzanne, who taught me to see the world in a way totally 
differently than I had been used to. You'll meet Robert tomorrow. Whatever you 
think of him, remember one thing. He saved my life. I wouldn't be here without 
him."

When she finished, she looked into Paul's face. His expression had not changed. 
He cared for her as much now as he had before. Paul held both Amy's hands and 
pulled her to him. She threw her arms around him and buried her mouth into his. 
For a long time they stood on the dark sidewalk, holding each other, kissing 
passionately. Amy was wet. She pressed against Paul and could feel him stiffen 
under his pants.

They pulled apart a little. She smiled slightly and looked into his eyes. She said 
nothing, but in the darkness Paul clearly read the message in her face, "Paul, I'm 
ready. Thank you for waiting for me."

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Suzanne conveniently had taken off before Amy and Paul returned to the 
apartment. As soon as the door closed behind her Amy took off her jacket and her 
shoes. She then started to strip Paul. Amy unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his 
pants. She pushed the clothes off him. His pants and underwear bunched up 
around his ankles. She ran her hands over his chest and down his legs. She moved 
her hands behind him and squeezed his bottom.

Paul was hard, but he was content for the moment to simply enjoy Amy's hands 
on his body. In a way it thrilled him to be naked and Amy still fully dressed, his 
bare skin pressed against Amy's course clothing. He drew her face to his and 
kissed her passionately. He stepped out of his clothes and threw his arms around 
her. He buried his mouth in her neck, enjoying the feel of her skin on his lips and 
the faint smell of the shampoo in her hair. Amy ran her hand between his thighs. 
She lightly touched his balls to tease him and ran her hand though his pubic hair. 
She avoided touching his penis. She wanted to tease him, drive him wild with 
excitement. He kissed her neck hard, pushing his face past the back of her 
sweater.

Finally he moved his hands to the buttons of Amy's sweater. His nervous fingers 
struggled with the buttons and finally undid them. Amy's sweater fell to the floor. 
Paul's attention was drawn to Amy's chest. He kissed her throat and moved down 
her chest, burying his face between Amy's small breasts. He gently kissed each of 
her nipples. Amy gasped with pleasure and excitement. Paul kissed Amy's 
stomach and returned his attention to her breasts. She ran her fingers through his 
hair and over his shoulders.

Finally Paul unbuttoned Amy's jeans. She pushed the course denim past her hips 
to her knees. He kissed the fronts and the insides of her thighs. Sweat ran down 
Amy's face. She was incredibly wet between her legs. It was the first time anyone 
had touched her there for over a year and a half, discounting her tormenting of 
Bill, whom Amy considered barely human.

In this moment, in spite of the physical sensations pulsating through her body, 
Amy realized something else. It was the first time in her life that Amy had been 
touched there by someone who loved her.

Paul pushed Amy's jeans and underwear past her calves and over her ankles. Amy 
stepped out of her clothes and now was as naked as Paul. Paul knelt in front of 
her. He grabbed her bottom with his hands and pressed her legs into his face. He 
slipped his face between Amy's thighs and gently kissed the tender skin near 
Amy's vagina. Amy squeaked with pleasure and anticipation.

Suddenly Paul placed his arms under Amy's back and knees and picked her up. 
She threw her arms around his shoulders as he carried her to her room. He gently 
placed her on her bed. She rolled on her stomach as Paul kissed her neck and 
shoulders. He ran his kisses and hands down her back and over her bottom. 
Feeling Paul's hands and kisses on her bottom drove Amy wild with excitement. 
She thrust up, exposing herself completely to him. Gently he ran his hands over 
her bottom and between her thighs. He teased her labia and finally ran his fingers 
over her clitoris. Amy was so excited she could barely breathe.

The sight of Amy's body, the feel of her soft skin and firm muscles underneath, 
and smell of Amy's arousal excited Paul in a way he had never experienced. Amy 
was only the second woman with whom Paul would have sex. She was far more 
loving and passionate than his first girlfriend had been. Paul was no virgin, but 
Amy was about to open up a world of pleasure and passion to him that he had 
only fantasized about before.

He gently rolled Amy on her back and returned to kissing and touching her 
breasts. Slowly he moved his caresses down her stomach and between her legs. 
She spread wide for him. Gently he kissed her labia and moved his tongue over 
her clitoris. Amy groaned in delight. Paul could barely stand it, he was so aroused 
himself.

He entered her and began thrusting. At first he tried to be gentle, but quickly 
instinct and passion took over. He thrust hard and fast. Amy squealed with 
delight. Her breath came out in uneven gasps. She had two orgasms, one right 
after the other. Paul released into her, but continued thrusting, desperate to make 
this as pleasurable as possible for Amy. They were both drenched in sweat by the 
time they were done.

Amy and Paul held each other closely, desperately, when they finished, afraid to 
let each other go. They were covered in sweat and smelled of sex. Paul gently 
brushed a wet strand of Amy's hair out of her eyes and stared at her with and 
intensity that almost frightened her.

Amy, who had experienced sex so much in high school, suddenly felt like she was 
a virgin, having had sex for the very first time. In a way Amy was very much a 
virgin. This was the first time that she had been intimate with someone who 
actually loved her, and she actually loved, as opposed to the drunken mating she 
had been used to in her past. This was the first time for Amy that her sex and her 
love were focused on the same person. It was the first time in her life that she saw 
the true possibilities of sex, of the real pleasure it could bring if experienced with 
the right person.

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Amy had a quiet birthday with Robert, Suzanne, and Paul. As was becoming 
typical for her, Wendy was gone over the weekend. She did not tell Amy where 
she was going. Amy was left with the impression that Wendy's trip was important, 
maybe something related to her father's business. Amy was hugely disappointed 
that Wendy could not be with her to celebrate her birthday.

Robert and Suzanne prepared a nice dinner for Amy and Paul. The dinner was 
topped off with a cherry birthday cake, Amy's favorite.

Paul and Robert got along with no problem. Paul and Robert exchanged their life 
histories. Paul took an interest in hearing about Robert's work and his opinions 
about different Federal court cases Paul had been studying. They discussed 
politics, with Amy joining in. They came at their issues from different 
perspectives: the lawyer, the political scientist student, and the economics student.

As the minutes of political talk dragged into hours, Suzanne sat looking at her 
companions with glazed eyes. Politics did not interest her at all unless it was an 
issue affecting freedom of speech or artistic expression. Finally she became so 
bored with the others that she took care of the clean-up by herself.

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Amy and Paul returned to her apartment for what would be their second night of 
sex. After having spent just one night together they still needed to learn about 
each other's needs and desires. Tonight Amy was not in the mood to have sex 
right away. She wanted to feel Paul's naked body and have him feel hers. She 
wanted foreplay. Then she wanted sex.

Paul and Amy quickly undressed and sat together on the sofa, listening to 
romantic songs. She sat next to him, her body pressed against his. For a long time 
she was content just to have her head on his chest, with his arm around her 
shoulder.

Paul suddenly had a desire to run his hands over Amy's back and bottom. He 
motioned her over his lap. Amy's heart raced with excitement at the thought of 
lying across Paul's lap. As his hand passed gently over her bottom, Amy's flesh 
tingled with excitement. She shifted position to accommodate herself better over 
his thighs and lift her bottom a bit higher. He gently ran his hand between her 
legs, and then returned his hand to caressing her bottom cheeks. Amy groaned 
with anticipation. She could feel Paul's penis pressing against her hip. Amy and 
Paul both realized where this was heading. Amy's next words excited Paul more 
than he could have imagined.

"You know Paul," she began softly "I'm 20 and I haven't had my birthday 
spanking yet. And I didn't get one for last year either."

Paul was so excited about the prospect of spanking Amy that she could feel his 
heart beating.

Teasingly he answered "Well, I guess that's why you've been so naughty."

Paul moved his hand to the middle of Amy's right bottom cheek. She teasingly 
bounced her bottom up and down, to let him know that she wanted nice hard 
slaps. She felt wild with her sensation of submission to him.

SLAP! Paul brought his hand down sharply on Amy's bottom. The pain was just 
right for Amy. She squealed with delight. Paul gently rubbed his hand over Amy's 
bottom.

SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Paul spanked Amy on alternate 
bottom cheeks. He spanked her hard, but slowly and lovingly. Amy groaned with 
excitement.

SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... After 12 swats, Paul stopped 
to admire the blotchy pink color on Amy's bottom. Amy was so aroused that she 
could barely stand it. She started rocking back and forth on Paul's leg, rubbing 
herself against his skin. Her breath came out in uneven gasps.

Paul gasped with excitement. He gently ran his fingers between her bottom 
cheeks and teased her between her thighs. Suddenly he moved his hand back over 
bottom.

Slowly he gave her the final eight slaps for this year's birthday spanking. 
SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Amy bit her lip from the combination of pain 
and pleasure. SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... She rubbed herself hard against 
Paul's leg.

Paul paused, to let Amy know that she was halfway through her birthday 
punishment. He gently ran his hand over her bottom, enjoying the redness and the 
heat of Amy's bottom cheeks.

Without warning, Paul resumed spanking Amy. For her 19th birthday spanking 
Paul spanked Amy even harder. He seemed instinctively to know what she 
wanted. SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Amy was now in 
serious pain, but that pushed her even harder towards intense pleasure. She 
groaned again. The smell of her sex permeated the living room.

SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Paul's penis pressed harder 
and harder into Amy's side. The sight of Amy's bouncing red bottom, the feel of 
her body rubbing back and forth on him, the sound of the loud slaps and Amy's 
groans, the smell of her arousal, took Paul to a completely new level of 
excitement.

SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Paul finished 
Amy's second birthday spanking with a series of hard swats. 

Paul grabbed Amy's bottom hard. He rubbed her with passion. Suddenly he 
motioned her to get up and guided her onto her elbows and knees on the floor. He 
ran his hand between her legs. She thrust herself out as far as possible for him

The sight Amy's bottom-hole and vagina, spread wide between her deep pink 
bottom cheeks, drove Paul wild. He grabbed Amy's thighs and pressed into her. 
Paul thrust hard, but tried to delay his orgasm as long as possible. Amy screamed 
with pleasure. Finally Paul released into Amy. His voice broke slightly with each 
gasp. He moved his hands to her breasts. Amy groaned. Her body shook from 
passion and exhaustion. Tears and sweat ran down her face.

They moved to her bedroom and tore the blankets off her bed. For a while they 
simply lay in bed. Amy rolled on her stomach to let Paul enjoy the sight of her 
bottom again. She reached out and massaged the tip of his penis with her fingers. 
Suddenly Paul was hard. Amy rolled on her back. Paul pressed down on her. He 
thrust hard, but did his best to go slowly. This time was even better for him. He 
was exhausted and covered with sweat when he finished. This second time left 
Amy so tired that she was almost dizzy.

Amy and Paul were so exhausted that they slept soundly until the next morning. 
They got up, sticky and reeking from their passion from the night before. They 
cleaned up and had breakfast. Still naked, Paul sat down at the table and admired 
Amy's body as she moved about the kitchen. As much as he wanted to help her 
with the cooking, he could not resist the simple pleasure of sitting and enjoying 
the sight of Amy's attractive figure as she fixed breakfast. They sat across the 
kitchen table from each other, smiling and enjoying being together.

Amy was grateful that Suzanne had not come back that night. Suzanne, after 
spending her evening with Robert, usually came back around 11:00 or so. 
However, knowing that Paul would be with Amy, she stayed with Robert until the 
morning and went to her classes straight from his apartment.

Finally classes beckoned both Amy and Paul. Reluctantly they got dressed and 
walked together to the university. Separating to go to their classes was hard.

Amy had her geology requirement to go to. Rocks. How in the hell could she 
think about rocks after the night she had just enjoyed?