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Aunt Amy (stand alone)
Vincent Dukorr
MF Rom inc?

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  | ex aunt (divorced from blood uncle) at a family wedding.       |
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Aunt Amy

  Mike arrived at Gary's wedding reception with a sense of
resignation. His younger cousin had never been a big part of his life
and the invitation and acceptance had both carried a sense of family
duty rather than joy at a marriage. Gary was fifteen years younger
than Mike. He'd started out as an annoying younger cousin, then
progressed to one of many distant relatives, and now there was no
real connection except through their long since passed grandparents.
When he'd gotten the invitation, Mike had run through a list of Garys
he knew before rereading the message
	Mike actually skipped the ceremony. It was at a church on the
other side of town and he had no real interest in fighting the
traffic on a Saturday afternoon just so he could sit through it. The
rented hall was at least nice, catering almost exclusively to
reunions and receptions. The hall knew how to look posh, from the
columns and archways to the wall paneling and trim. At least you felt
like you were getting your money's worth, even at their pricey rates.
There was also a good sized hotel out back, owned by the same group.
Guests from out of town didn't have far to stagger and the occasional
uncle who partied too hard could pay a reasonably inflated last-minute
rate to avoid a DUI on the way home.
	Mike headed over to the entrance table and was issued a table
card and a lapel pin. When he gave the well-dressed lady a confounded
look with the lapel pin in hand she smiled and pointed to the large,
well-stocked central bar.
	"You're with the Keith-Harrison wedding, which is open-three.
This lapel pin lets the bartender know whether to charge you or not."

	Mike clipped the small yellow pin to his lapel and eyed the bar
for a moment. "Open .. uh, three?"
	The lady nodded. "One is sodas and domestics, two is all beer
and single shot mixed and three is mid shelf and doubles".
	"And four?"
	"Top shelf. We don't see too many fours."
	Mike nodded and smiled. "Thanks". Good old uncle Herman, never
one to shy away from spending cash. Or drinking. Gary was probably
going to be like him, which wouldn't be a bad thing. Herman had
finally gotten his dry cleaners off the ground, and now ran a couple
different businesses in and around the suburbs. He'd never shied away
from spending beyond his means, according to Mike's dad, but now he
was supposed to be pretty well off.
	The bartender smiled when he saw the pin and made Mike's whisky
quickly withing skimping on the amber liquid. It was decent stock, a
shelf down from what Mike would have gladly paid for, but free was
free. The bartender shook his head when Mike dropped a tip, though
	"Not required, sir" he said. "Your host paid the tip already".
	Mike slid the pair of bills further. "Always tip your
bartender, especially if you're drinking whisky" he intoned.
	The bartender nodded curtly and smiled. "Anything else, sir?"
"Lemme have on for... my date" he said, assuming there was some
single drink rule for hard liquor.
	The bartender had another up without hesitation and Mike
nodded.
	Mike made the rounds, quickly finishing his pair of drinks. He
spent a good half hour greeting his endless array of cousins, uncles
and aunts as they filed in. There were few kids, only a few infants
made the rounds and Mike dutifully inspected each drain on the planet
with praise and coos. He had never wanted kids, but it was political
to fawn over new relatives, even ones as distantly related as these.
Each cousin wanted updates on the end of his latest relationship, so
he gave out the abbreviated and mostly a lie version of "growing
apart" and "different goals". Sleeping around on him could be
described as "different goals" he supposed. His goal had been to have
a loyal and trustworthy girlfriend.
	The only real surprise was Aunt Amy. She was older than him by
perhaps ten years and had only been his Aunt for three years before
her marriage to his Uncle Tom had imploded. Tom had the trifecta of
alcoholism, mistresses and money problems in play and Amy finally had
enough, leaving him in a fairly impressive scene during a big
Christmas family gathering.
	Mike leered at her for a second before snapping out of it. When
he'd last seen her she'd been a touch overweight, very frumpy and
styled for an eighties flashback. Now, however, she was tone, trim
and had a hairdo that was one step short of punk rock. She had blond
hair, trimmed and spiked in the back with white tips. Her weight had
added a touch of size to her breasts, which were now well
proportioned without being massive. Her thin yellow sundress clenched
her sides and emphasized her curves, it was barely proper for a
wedding, showing a bit too much leg and cleavage. It was shocking,
and he barely managed to reach the bar before she did.
	"Scotch", she said firmly. She glanced over at him and
hesitated.
	"Hi, Aunt Amy", Mike said in a friendly voice.
	Amy gave him a blank look for a second, then a bell apparently
rang somewhere in her head. The change was dramatic. She burst into a
smile and hugged him, laughing. "Jesus Christ, Mike. You've grown!"
	The bartender came back with a bottle that Amy frowned firmly
at.
	"Top shelf is not covered by.." the bartender started. Before
he could finish Mike dropped a twenty on the bar.
	"Ah, a man who knows how to treat a lady", Amy said with a
smile. She wasn't carrying a purse, and the yellow flowered sun dress
seemed absent of any pockets.
	Mike smiled. "So, I haven't seen you ... well, since you told
Tom to fuck his mistress with.... uh... what was it?"
	"One of his hundred empty bourbon bottles", she said, turning a
fair shade of pink.
	Mike laughed and collected most of his change from the bar. Amy
picked up the tumbler of scotch and sipped. She turned to look across
the room and Mike eyed her over. It was an oddity, appreciating the
charms of a woman who was, or had been his aunt, but it was hard not
to appreciate the amount of hard work on display. Feeling a bit bold,
Mike commented. "You look great! A lot of time in the gym?"
	Amy managed to blush even further. "Every time I didn't want to
go I pictured Tom... and I beat the crap out of a heavy bag or lifted
for an hour".
	Mike nodded and sipped his whisky. Family members drifted by,
saying hello to each of them and collecting glasses of beer and wine.
There were a few sideways glances at Amy, which soured her mood. Mike
finally pulled her away, apologizing. "I guess they... haven't all
gotten over it."
	Amy shrugged halfheartedly. "It was an ugly scene"
	"A well deserved ... but ugly scene"
	Amy smiled and touched his arm, pulling back quickly. "Well, I
have to admit I was a little surprised to get invited. I think
Herman... felt bad about the way Tom and I..."
	Mike nodded. "I think he also felt bad that some family members
were... inclined to take Tom's side."
	Amy shrugged. "Family" she said simply.
	Mike shook his head "Doesn't make it right."
	There was a long moment of silence, broken by an announcement
that the dining room was now open. They filed into a large ballroom
which had white-linen tables along the edges. There was a huge DJ
setup, racks of speakers and lights and the huge wedding party table
at the far end. A table of hor d'oeuvres sat under metal lids on the
left and a number of tuxedo wearing waiters milled around with water
pitchers and trays.
	"Swank" Mike whispered.
	Amy nodded with a smile, then checked her table card. "Table
14" she said showing him the card.
	Mike glanced down at his card with a moment of apprehension and
was thrilled to see a fourteen on the bottom. "Guess we're the outcast
table" he joked.
	A momentary look crossed Amy's face that Mike couldn't
recognize. It was almost panic, almost joy, and somewhere a bit o
guilt.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	The initial boring wedding components got underway quickly,
something that Mike had to credit either to the skill of the DJ or
the facility. They were clearly intent on getting everyone down to
dancing and drinking, something that Mike appreciated. In a short
amount of time the wedding party had obliterated a small lake of
champaign, and Mike found himself dancing with cousins and aunts to
guilty pleasure wedding music, line dances and oldie classics. Over
and over he found himself or managed to be dancing with Amy, who had
availed herself on the free fair whisky selection at Mike's urging.
She was no lightweight, but after her sixth or eighth double, she had
moved from relaxed straight past carefree to downright mellow.
	During one particularly awful line dance, Mike took a break and
watched her dance. The next song, a techno club classic started up and
Mike stared in fascination as Amy swung into the song, swirling and
shaking. She was clearly in her own world, spinning with her hands
above her head or rocking her hips to the beat. Flashes of leg
appeared below her knee-length skirt. Her top strained to hold her
breasts still through her gyrations and she swayed through the beats
fluidly. It was erotic and surprising and engrossing and the spell
held fast until she opened her eyes and stopped, looking around
self-consciously. When she looked over at Mike, she blushed again and
carefully adjusted her dress and hair before moving unsteadily over to
the table.
	"I've.. had a bit too much to drink" she said quietly, playing
with a plate of food.
	Mike laughed and took her drink, dodging her attempt to grab it
and downed it. "It looked to me like you've had exactly the right
amount to drink"
	Amy laughed, then blushed. "You're sweet. Which is too bad"
	"Too bad?"
	She jumped and murmured something, then stood carefully. "Since
someone stole my drink, I'll have to get another."
	Watching her go, Mike considered his motives. Looking around,
he wondered at a few expressions. Some of his more conservative
relatives had given her occasional glances of disapproval, others,
especially people his age, seemed to appreciate how much fun she was
having, or at least appreciated a pretty lady dancing. For Mike,
there was the desire of a beautiful woman who was having a good time
combined with something else. The taboo of his aunt, true blood
relative or not, was even more intoxicating than the booze.
	After a few moments of contemplation, however, Mike stopped and
really considered his afternoon. Amy was beautiful, sexy, free and
apparently interested. She was also, and this was important, shy,
timid, a relative of some sort and a bit drunk. If he pushed her into
doing something, the regret and anger potential was devastating. With
a sigh, Mike resigned himself to showing Amy a good time for the
remainder of the evening, without pushing the boundaries.
	When Amy returned she seemed to have relaxed a little. They
spent a few minutes chatting about family rumors and his life after
college. Mike's attempts to pry into Amy's life was less successful,
she deferred questions by insisting there was little to talk about,
or she simply laughed and waved him off. One new and interesting
development was Amy's new fondness for touching. Jokes resulted in a
hand on the arm or a lingering clap on the shoulder. He also noticed
her legs under the table brushing against his. Mike wasn't a fool,
even if it wasn't intentional she was displaying a clear interest in
him physically. His resolve to play nice weakened a little, but he
noted the half-full glass of whisky she'd brought back and shored up
his resolve.
	Mike decided at some point to stop dancing. Partly it was the
alcohol and partly it was to avoid any signs of a relationship
between he and Amy. He had to beg off several songs to avoid
disappointing Amy, claiming everything from a light head to old
football injuries. She joined a growing crowd of younger guests for
the fast songs, coming back to the table out of breath and glowing.
Eventually she'd worked her way through another few glasses, and Mike
started to grow concerned about her getting home, finally meeting her
out at the bar.
	"How are you getting home, Aunt Amy?"
	She bristled a little over the title, but took her glass and
shrugged.
	"Taxi. I didn't want to drive".
	Mike nodded and got another soda. She was clearly drunk, and he
felt bad that he might have pushed her a bit. Finally, Mike decided to
escort her out, carefully. "Why don't I get you a cab. You're a little
tipsy"
	Amy nodded and leaned against the bar. "I had a good time,
Mike".
	Mike nodded and dropped another tip for the bartender. "Be
right back"
	Outside, he managed to hail a cab. "I need to make an exit, can
you drive someone once around and come back for me?" The cabbie
shrugged and started the fare, so Mike hurried inside and got Amy.
"I've got a cab waiting, he's going to drive around the block while I
say goodbye to everyone, OK?"
	Amy blinked in confusion, then nodded. He helped her out to the
cab and made sure everyone saw him come back inside. After telling
everyone goodbye, he hurried back out and got into the cab, finding a
sleepy aunt.
	"She's not going to puke in my cab, eh?" the cabbie asked.
	"She's fine" Mike lied. "Amy, where's your place?" When she
didn't respond, Mike gave up and gave his own address.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	Getting her up the steps to his apartment was a bit of a chore.
She might have been lean, but she was still an adult and Mike had been
drinking as well. With a bit of effort and the occasional wobbly step,
he managed to get her up the two flights of steps to his front door.
He leaned her back against the brick and fished for his keys, only to
hear her giggle and slide. He grabbed her thanks to a daredevil lunge,
managing to get a firm grip and pull her upright. With a start he
realized that he had a large handful of breast in his left hand and
no real grip with his right. He tried to turn her, but she slid and
lost a shoe, nearly dropping to the concrete. Mike groaned, feeling
her nipple harden in his palm.
	"Amy, you have to stand up" he grumbled.
	She slid her feet out, but had no real traction on the landing.
She seemed to realize he was struggling to keep her up and finally
slid free and wound up sitting on her butt.
	Mike released her, a little reluctantly, and waited to see if
she'd topple over. When it seemed like she was going to manage, he
quickly opened his door and braced it, then headed out to get her
upright. Standing seemed to be out of the question, so he lifted
under her arms and dragged her backwards, finally depositing her on
the big couch. A quick trip to the bathroom produced a towel and a
plastic trashcan in case she got sick, but she was sleeping and
snoring, sprawled sideways on the wraparound. Mike went into the
spare bedroom and grabbed an old blanket and pillow, then headed back
to try and at least make her comfortable. The blanket worked well, he
just had to pull her legs up onto the couch. This produced some
awkward moments. When you have a handful of shapely legs, parts of
your mind simply kick on, and things start to happen. When he had to
essentially lift her ass to get her situated, his penis sprung to
life and he spent a solid minute breathing slowly to calm down.
	The pillow had been an afterthought, but looking down on her
head, it was probably a good one. The couch had very puffy cushions
and of course she was laying with her head on the downslope and in
the gap between them, meaning she was craning her neck. It did do
nice things for her chest, forcing her breasts out against the
fabric. Mike said a silent thanks to the gods of luck and breasts,
then tried to lift her head so he could tuck the pillow under. When
he finished, Amy was staring at him in surprise.
	"Where am I?" she asked, trying to look around. The motion
bothered her and Mike was worried she'd get nauseated.
	"My couch." he said with as much reassurance as he could.
	Her response was to try and get up, which worked just as well
as it had on the landing. She turned slightly green and Mike grabbed
the trash can.
	"Uh, you were pretty passed out, and... I don't know your
address, so I kind of brought you here."
	"Bold of.. you." she said, settling back down and draping her
arm over her head.
	"I... thought there might be a scene if you went back inside,
so I tried to get you home."
	Amy looked hurt, but nodded. "Good boy" she muttered. "What
time is it?"
	Mike glanced around. "Uh, about 6 or so..."
	"Wake me in a few hours, I'll go home then".
	Mike nodded, then went to stand up.
	"Stay here... in case I need you" she muttered.
	Mike made himself comfortable next to her head, trying not to
move the sofa too much. The end unit of the wraparound opened into an
easy chair, so he got a beer, sat down and grabbed the remote. Within
ten minutes he was asleep.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	Mike dreamt about sex, mostly involving his ex girlfriend or
super models, but Amy kept creeping in to bother him. When he finally
woke with a sore neck, he looked around in shock. "Shit. I need to.."
	"Wake me up?" a voice asked.
	Sitting in the opposite chair, Amy was wearing one of his
shirts and holding a large glass of ice water. The TV was tuned to
the news, and he saw the ticker read 11:00. "Ah, crap. Sorry. I
totally fell asleep. I'll call you a cab.." he said lamely.
	Amy shook her head. "I'm fine. A little drunk still, and
probably due for a nice hangover.."
	Mike started to stand up but Amy stood first and came over to
sit next to him.
	"You were a gentleman, and I appreciate that. Some guys..." she
waved her hand a moment, then trailed off.
	"Yeah, well... I think the nausea and ... uh, unconscious thing
kind of helped."
	Amy smiled and sat down next to him. "Thanks, anyway. Look...
Mike, I know you've been... interested in me tonight. And I
appreciate it. You're a great guy... and all that.. but I'm still
your aunt".
	"You got divorced" Mike offered.
	Amy grinned and nodded. "Yeah, but still. Your family would...
kill me. And I'm not really ready for some kind of wierd... " She
trailed off again and leaned over against him. "You're a nice guy
though."
	Mike tried to counter, but there wasn't much to say after "nice
guy". He just sat still with her head on his shoulder and waited for
her to say something. The minutes ticked by and he realized she was
breathing softly and slowly, asleep. There didn't seem to be any way
to move her, and he couldn't reach the remote, so he simply opened
the chair to its full extension, allowing her to slide down a bit,
and he settled in to watch the news.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	At some point in the dark he felt a hand on his chest, tracing
circles across the few muscles he had. It wasn't aggressive or
sexual, it just moved and paused, traced and touched. He blinked his
eyes and tried to look around, but found himself essentially pinned
by Amy's weight. She was laying on his chest with her arm draped over
him. He finally shifted and she pulled her hand back suddenly.
	Mike stood without comment and headed for the bathroom. When he
returned, she was laying in the same spot, pretending to be asleep.
"Hey, this is nice, but I'm used to laying down in my bed." he said
simply. He started to say more, but kind of liked the unintentional
and unspoken invitation. With a stretch he moved back to the bedroom
and got comfortable.
	When he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, he drifted off
a bit, only to feel Amy sliding into bed across from him. She was
trying to be quiet. He lay still, breathing softly. She slowly inched
her way across the bed and draped her arm over his chest, sighing.
Mike grinned and faded into sleep.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	In the morning he rolled over and found her sleeping there, the
blankets pulled off her. She was wearing one of his shirts and a pair
of purple satin panties. Mike grinned and rolled behind her, draping
his hand over her and falling back asleep.
	He woke later with her moving in front of him. She was sliding
her hands down his leg, pulling it up behind hers. It was very slow,
very careful and very erotic. When he was spooned behind her she slid
backwards very slowly and nestled herself so her ass was in his lap.
He waited until she was completely still to speak.
	"If you keep that up, things are going to happen. Things you
suggested would not be welcome" he whispered in warning.
	She stiffened a little. "I'd... forgotten what it was like to
have someone there with you in the dark" she said quietly.
	Mike grunted something, trying to will his penis to stay still.
It was a mistake, as concentrating on it just woke it more. He calmed
himself by breathing slowly, but she moved again and the sensation of
her firm buttocks sliding across his semi-erect penis was excruciating
in its sexuality.
	"Tom was a bastard when he drank, but he could be... loving
too. I used to wake him up by ... touching him, arousing him... I
miss it"
	Mike mumbled something in reply, but his erection was the focus
of his mind. It was creeping upward, sliding up her crack and filling
his shorts.
	She didn't attempt to move, in fact she slid downwards
slightly, so little that it seemed accidental, but it sent a
shockwave through him. "I... haven't been with anyone in years. It
gets lonely"
	"Aunt Amy... we"
	"Just Amy, Mike. I'm not your Aunt anymore"
	"But.. you..."
	Amy moved slowly, sliding her ass up and down in long, slow
strokes. She reached over and pulled his arm completely over her and
turned her face into the pillow.
	Mike's defenses were no match for this. Her ass was driving him
insane and his arm was now draped very close to her breasts. He slid
his hand across her stomach, causing her to shiver and increase the
speed and pressure against his groin.
	"Go slowly, Mike... please"
	He traced his hand along her stomach, baring a bit of flesh and
sending goose pimples up her back. He leaned down and kissed the nape
of her neck, causing her to moan. He carefully slowed his breathing
and paced himself, knowing he might not have another shot at this. He
also knew he had some skills in this arena, thanks to him and his ex
fucking like bunnies. Fucking like bunnies on speed. If there was one
thing his ex girlfriend was not shy about, it was telling him how to
make her come.
	Amy was rocking gently, moaning into the pillow and running her
hands along his arms. He realized she was getting a little frantic, so
he decided to take some control. With a firm pull, he had her laying
on her back as he slid over her and spread her knees. Her eyes went
wide but he leaned down and whispered "slowly... " into her ear. He
felt her relax and began.
	Very gently he nibbled on her ear, moving down her neck, across
her throat and back up to the other ear, kissing and sucking. He felt
her hips rise up as he did and made a mental note. He moved across
her forehead, sliding his penis across her covered mound as he did.
She moaned, and he kissed down her nose to distract her. She
willingly kissed his mouth, probing with her tongue. As she did, he
slid a hand up along the shirt, cupping a breast and brushing across
the nipple. Her tongue moved faster and she started to make insistent
noises, reaching down and grabbing his back. He moved slowly downward
with his hips, bringing himself just into contact, then sliding down
and up so his shaft rubbed her clit.
	She moaned deeply and tried to push up and increase the
pressure, but he resisted. "Slowly!" he said, teasing her. She
groaned and tried to pull up her shirt, but he refused. Instead he
pinned her arms above her head with one hand and used the other to
trace her breasts while he sucked on her ear. Pinned under him, she
started to pant softly and move her hips to get better contact.
Instead he released her hands and moved down, balling up over her
stomach and cupping both breasts. She moaned, and he worked her shirt
up and over one nipple, teasing it with his tongue.
	"Dammit you're good... oh shit" Amy muttered.
	"Slowly" he whispered in agreement. With agonizing lethargy he
traced a path from one nipple to the other with his tongue, then
worked his way up, gathering her shirt. She reached down to pull it
off and he pounced, wrapping her hands up in the shirt above her
head. Her eyes went wide when he refused to release, instead sliding
off to her right and moving up. With one hand he held her fast, with
the other he began to rub her stomach, working his way up to her
breasts but refusing to touch them again. Mike slid in to lay in her
armpit, giving him access to her mouth or neck if she moved slightly.

	Amy moaned and tried to use her legs, but Mike refused, finally
cupping a breast to distract her. As she lay there, he slid across the
nipple and found the other breast while nuzzling her neck and licking
her ear.
	"Fuck.. Mike... damn you... oh.. shit" she started, trying to
move or turn onto her side. "You are a bastard... stop teasing me"
	"I'm not teasing. Teasing implies that I don't intend to
eventually fuck you." he said simply.
	Amy gasped, then gasped again as he grasped a nipple and gently
squeezed. "Oh shit... oh... yes" she muttered.
	Mike began to massage her breasts more quickly, spending more
and more time on her nipples and quieting her outbursts to mews and
moans. When he knew she was very ready, he moved his hand slowly down
toward her stomach, then began drawing circles lower and lower until
he reached her waistband. A mid moans and protests, he traced the
outline of her panties on her legs and stomach, never touching her
mound directly.
	"Dammit... bastard... stop... oh...fuck... please.." she
begged.
	"Are you begging me?" he asked gently.
	"Please, anything, do anything... I'll suck you.. fuck me.. I
don't fucking care..." she begged, moving back and forth on the bed.
	Mike considered his options, slowly tracing circles just above
her mound and enjoying the moans. He slid his legs down under hers,
drawing her knees up and moving down until he had a face full of
breast. He had to release her arms, but she simply stretched to
either side and enjoyed the sensation. As he continued, he reached
down slid his hand down her mound, cupping her sex and tracing slowly
up her slit. Her panties were already slightly damp and Mike's calm
nearly cracked. After stroking her until she was shuddering, she
reached down and grabbed him by the hair.
	"Dammit... you fucking win... Shit... please!!!"
	Mike grinned and slid down, pulling he legs apart and enjoying
the view. Sitting between her knees, she was a vision. her long hair
was tossed to either side, her breasts heaving and her purple panties
soaked between his legs. With a grin, he slid down and licked her
panties where her vagina was, earning a long, low moan.
	"Yes...dammit yes... so... long..."
	Mike pulled the panties aside roughly and dove in, sliding his
tongue up and down her slit rapidly, but avoiding her clit. Amy
started to buck wildly, shoving downward and trying to get him to
reach the top of her slit. He resisted her, though, instead pausing
to pull off her underwear. Without pause he was back licking her
pussy, sliding up one labia and down the other, flicking his tongue
at the entrance to her vagina and finally back up again. When he
finally began to lick her clit, the reaction was amazing. She grabbed
his head with both hands and held him there, grinding into his tongue
and nearly shouting in pleasure. He licked faster and faster while
she pulled and moved until she suddenly let go, pulled her knees
tight and let out a yell of pleasure, rocking back and forth on the
bed and slamming her hands down at her sides. When she finally jerked
and stopped, she pulled her knees together and turned to the side,
pushing him back.
	"Give me a minute... oh god... give me..." she muttered.
	Mike chuckled and headed to the kitchen for a bottle of water.
When he returned she was wrapped in a blanket. He sat and waited for
her reaction.
	"You are... horrible" she muttered.
	"What?" Mike mocked surprise. "I thought I was a god!"
	"You were. Dammit. But its been too long. I.. I haven't come
like that in a long time."
	Mike smiled and handed her the water. When she was done, there
was a moment of doubt on her face. "Are you.. OK?" he asked.
	"No. This can't happen again" she said quickly. Mike started to
pull back, but she moved across the bed. "It can't its not... right".
	Mike was shocked. He fought a wave of frustration and
confusion, finally frowning and standing. "So... fine. I'll call you
a cab."
	Amy jumped and started to protest, but he was already up and
moving for the door. "Mike?!?"
	Mike reached the living room, furious. He was angry she'd let
him go this far only to stop him and drop this shit on him, he was
angry he'd broken down and let her do it in the first place. It was
bullshit all around and he vented and tried to find the phone book.
As he flipped through for cabs, Amy walked out of the bedroom and
stopped in the doorway. She was wrapped in a blanket, her eyes wide
and wet.
	"Don't you want... to finish first?" she pleaded.
	"No. I'm not some fucking one night stand just so you can get
your rocks off" he barked. "Go fuck someone else... "
	Amy's eyes went wide and she turned and ran back to the
bedroom.
	Mike growled something, but it was tied up in hurt and anger.
The phone book was suddenly airborne across the room, slamming into
the couch.
	A few minutes later Amy reappeared and found Mike sitting on
the floor of the kitchenette. "I'm... just going to catch a cab." she
whispered, her voice breaking.
	Mike couldn't speak, he simply waved her off and stayed on the
floor.
	Amy dropped and tried to speak to him. "Don't you understand?
It.. we can't do this."
	"We managed for a good while"
	"I... know. I'm... "
	"I decided yesterday at the wedding to just take you home. I
resolved last night that you were right. I wasn't going to push you,
I wasn't going to do ... anything. I decided this morning that I'd
made all the right choices.. and then you pull this.." Mike growled,
anger slowly building over pain.
	"No... I ... I just needed someone. And.."
	"And I was the closest penis. I was... just someone. Well, now
I know. I'm sure there are plenty of 'just someones' out there."
	Amy sat back in shock, wanting to argue but losing the words.
Mike wanted to hear her say something, anything, but when she
faltered he simply stood and walked past.
	"Goodbye. Aunt Amy" he said simply, walking back to his room
and closing the door. Mike crashed on the bed in a rage, flinging
pillows off and stripping the sheets. He grabbed the last spare
blanket from the bedroom closet and one of the pillows and went back
to bed.
	When Mike opened the door a few hours later she was sitting on
his couch. He paused in the kitchenette, getting a beer out of the
fridge, then sat on the opposite side and waited.
	She made as if to speak several times, but stopped each time.
Mike simply waited. He'd said his peace, he didn't know why she was
still there and he really didn't know that he wanted her around.
Something let her stay, although he remained hard and cool toward
her.
	Finally he decided to go get some lunch and made his way to the
door.
	"Wait... Michael... please."
	Mike stopped, hung his head and turned.
	"You... you're right. It wasn't fair to use you and ... discard
you. I'm so sorry."
	Mike waited, watching her.
	"Its just that... we can't. Don't you understand?"
	"No. We can and we did. Just because we stopped doesn't change
the fact that we. had. sex. You can rationalize it any way you want
but we're two adults who had an enjoyable physical and emotional
connection. You not being able to accept that doesn't change
anything." Mike growled. "I'm going to go get lunch. Please don't be
here when I get back".
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	Mike opened the door and looked through the living room in a
mix of hope and anger. It was empty, as was the kitchen and both
bedrooms. Amy had even made the bed. With a huge sigh he went back to
the living room and sat for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Just as
he started to reach for the remote, though, the doorbell rang.
	When he saw Amy on the other side he nearly slammed the door in
her face.
	"Please Mike... don't." she begged. "I wasn't here when you got
back, like you asked. But I can't leave this between us."
	"Why, we'll never see each other again."
	Amy cringed, gathering herself up. Then she moved through the
door, pushing him back gently against the wall. "Because you were
right... and I was ... scared." she whispered.
	Mike started to protest and fight her, but she slid under his
arms and hugged him tightly, nearly strangling him. "You can't
just..." Mike started, but her sobs shook him and he stopped.
Finally, with a sigh he hugged back, and she nearly collapsed into
him. She looked up and he kissed her without thinking. A long, slow,
deep kiss. She melted against his chest, clutching him tightly.
	"Please" she begged. "I want to finish... and not just today...
please"
	Mike's frustration and anger had built all day and he bent down
quickly and lifted her up. He walked to the bedroom while she worked
her hands under his shirt. He set her down when they got there and
she frantically pulled his shirt up, fighting his attempts to reach
hers. When she drew down his pants and underwear he was rigid. He
started to reach for her but she sat on the bed and pulled him to
her, finding his cock with her mouth. Mike groaned and staggered,
trying to thrust while she drew her mouth up and off, following it
with her hand. He started to move again, but she refused, instead
turning him and pulling him down then climbing on top of him and
sucking him again. Her mouth and tongue were slow and languid,
finding each ridge and vein in his shaft, moving along the lip of his
cockhead, moving down to his balls. Her hands were everywhere, direct,
refusing to let him do anything. When he started to groan in real
protest she spun and straddled him, sliding him up into her warm
vagina without any hesitation. The warm, wet sheath was a lightning
bolt to his brain and he grabbed the blankets on all sides in
surprise. He reached to play with her breasts but she slapped his
hand and rose up and down, slamming down on top of him. Each rise and
fall was an explosion of pleasure and she moved faster and faster,
preventing him from responding, from reacting. He struggled to
maintain focus but Amy refused every turn, every gesture, every
request. She dropped down onto his chest, moving her ass up and down
like a jackhammer, flooded with lubricant. She leaned close,
whispering as she fucked him brutally.
	"Come in me, Mike. Come in me. Its yours. Today. Tonight.
tomorrow. All yours. Feel me fucking you. Feel my pussy riding you.
Come in me Mike... Come inside me...."
	The lewd words, the blazing sex and the feel of her bouncing on
his chest unlocked a torrent of ecstasy and he moaned in bliss as he
erupted inside her. Amy moaned in pleasure and continued her demands
as he pumped again and again into her.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	Mike woke, curled naked on the bed with a sheet barely covering
him. He looked around, but she was gone. He felt a tiny spark of rage
building, but waited, listening. When he didn't hear anyone, he
grabbed some shorts and walked into the living room, which was also
empty. He spotted the note on the counter and read it nervously.
	"Going home for a shower. I will call you tonight. Amy."
	Mike flipped the note over and glanced on the back, then tossed
it back onto the counter. He'd take a shower and wait.

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