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Amy Visits for the Summer
Part VIII of VIII (whew!)
By Sundance
(Copyright, 1998)
First Posted - June 1998
Last Repost - July 16, 1998
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Thanks and enjoy!
Sundance
+===================+Now the disclaimer +==================+
The following is a work of total fiction. The characters, names, and
places are all products of my imagination and any resemblance to
anybody or anything, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit
content that some may find to be offensive. If you are offended by
such material, or if you are under 21 years old, you have the option
to stop now and not continue reading.
By continuing to read you are making the following legal statement: I
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+======================================================+
It has been over a month since that first night Sarah, Amy, and I
spent together and just under two weeks since Amy returned to her
Father's house. My life as it existed before that first hug in the
entryway is, at best, only a distant memory. Nobody, including
myself, could foresee how many things would change as a result of
Amy's summer visit.
It took several days for Sarah and I to get around to it, but we
finally discussed that surreal night of the Firm get together. We
talked at some length about what sharing our intimacy with Amy really
meant. I think we were both slightly amazed at how ironic it was that
the sharing of our relations between the three of us had actually
brought Sarah and I closer together.
During our conversations I never asked Sarah about the affair between
her and Amy. Also, I'm sure when Sarah saw me kiss Amy in that first
moment of passion on the couch, she saw a familiarity between us that
wasn't coincidental, yet she was careful not to bring that up either.
Both of us realized, without even acknowledging it, that these were
subjects best left undiscovered, knowing that affairs without the
other present would not have been the same. Instead we focused on
the future, not on the missing pieces of our marriage we now
considered a thing of the past.
We also discussed how much we enjoyed the night we shared with Amy and
agreed that, if the mood was right again in the future, we might
repeat the experience. However, it wasn't going to be something we
planned and we certainly weren't going to be making any permanent
lifestyle changes to become swingers.
As it turned out, the mood did surface again and we shared our bed
with Amy on several other occasions before she left to return to her
Father's home, each more enjoyable than the first.
On this Saturday afternoon Sarah was out with the boys, taking in a
showing of the latest Disney animated adventure. I was just sitting
down to do some quick research on the net in support of a report I was
developing for work, after which I would settle down for a
well-deserved nap. The computer booted, I engaged and heard the whine
of the modem, and waited for the connection to cyberspace.
A few moments passed and the little box appeared telling my I was
indeed connected, followed within a few seconds by the small mailbox
icon flashing to tell me I had mail. I had noticed something almost
Pavlovian about a blinking mailbox icon. I felt a subtle sense of
giddiness overtake me knowing there was an incoming message waiting to
be read.
I double clicked on the icon and the email program popped up. The
message header read "Hi Guys", the author... None other than Amy.
Seeing her name I realized I already missed that girl. I opened the
message and began to read.
++++++
Dear Sarah and Mike,
Well, I made it home to Dad's safe and sound. School started this
week and things are pretty busy, meeting the new instructors and all.
They're all ok, but I'll be glad when this semester is over. I'm
probably even more impatient, with this being my senior year. I've
already started planning for college and just want to get on with it.
I bumped into Rick yesterday. He told me he and his bimbo bitch
girlfriend Debbie had split up. He actually had the nerve to ask me
out on a date! Can you believe that? MEN!!!!..lol.
If I thought his intentions where honest I might consider it, but the
entire time we were talking he just kept looking at my body. I
finally asked him if he had anything against eye contact and he said
'no', it was just it had been so long since he had seen me, he had
almost forgotten how much he 'missed me'. Yeah...Right...
I already miss the boys terribly. How are they doing? Be sure and
give them both a great big hug for me. I'm putting together a package
for each of them. Just some things I spotted while out shopping the
other day that I'm sure they'll like.
Of course, I miss both of you also. I don't think I'll be forgetting
anytime soon this summer vacation and all the fun we had <grin>.
My best friend Stephanie is thinking about going to college in
Clarksdale, right outside your town. I'm not sure where I'll go yet.
She's planning a trip back there towards the end of this year, and
asked if I wanted to go. Hey, maybe we could stop by and see you. I
think you would really like her. She's my best friend in the whole
world and like a sister to me. Anyway, I'll keep you posted.
Well, I better get moving, but promised I would write when I got
settled, so that's what I'm doing. You better write me back!
Hugs,
Amy
++++++
I smiled and closed the mail message figuring Sarah would reply when
she got a chance. I was just pulling up the browser to conduct my
research when the second phone line rang. That's odd, as it's too
early for Sarah to be out from the movie. It can't be her calling
unless something is wrong. I reached for the phone.
"Hello"
"Hello, Mike, is that you?"
"Yes, this is Mike". The voice on the other end of the line
didn't sound very familiar.
"Mike, this is Anita"
"Anita?" I still didn't recognize the voice.
"Yes, Anita Lawrence. Amy's mother"
"Oh, Anita. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. It's been so
long since we've talked"
"Yes, it has. Mike, I'll get right to the point. Amy's gone
now you know"
"Yes, I'm aware of that. I was just reading an email from her
as a matter of fact"
"Well, I was sorting out the room she was staying in, packing
up some things she left behind to send on to her. Anyway", and her
voice started to stutter a bit. "Anyway, I came across a book"
Ok, so you called me to tell you found a book Amy was reading. This
wasn't making sense. I remained silent and she finally continued.
"Well, not really a book, it just looked like a book, same type
of cover, you know, that type of thing". Now she was rambling. 'Get
to the point woman' I thought to myself.
"It was a journal actually. I didn't realize what it was until
I had opened it and started to read.... "
"A journal", I asked, "You mean... like a diary?". My heart
beat a little faster.
"Exactly like a Diary". Her voice was more serious now.
"Anyway, I think this is something we should discuss in person".
"Oh... well...ok", and my mind started to race. What had she
read? What had Amy written down? It could be just a little, or it
could be everything. I had no idea she was keeping a journal.
"Well, Sarah isn't home now and won't be for quite a while. Can
this wait until she gets back and the three of us can discuss it
then?"
"Actually Mike", and her voice changed again, "I think this is
something we should discuss just the two of us. At least for now.
That is, if you don't mind".
"No, I suppose not. When would you like to do it?"
"Well, you mentioned Sarah wasn't home at the moment and you
didn't expect her for a while?"
"Yes, that's right"
"Well, why don't you come down now then. This conversation
shouldn't take that long".
"I'll be right over".
I shut down the computer, leaving my research for later. I put on my
shoes and made my way down to Amy's mother's house, up the driveway,
past the familiar oak tree, and to the doorbell. I knocked and
waited.
Eventually the door opened and Amy's mother appeared. It had been
sometime since I had seen Anita. At a minimum, it was easy to see
where Amy got her good looks, and it was also noticeable that Anita
had continued to take care of herself as the years passed. Funny, I
had never noticed such things before.
"Thanks for coming on such short notice. Please, come in". I
obliged, entering as she closed the door behind me.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"No thanks", and I sat down on the chair. She sat on the
opposing couch, facing me, taking the journal from the table in her
hand.
"Mike, I'll get right to the point"
"Please do"
"I know about you and Amy. She's written about it in here". I
remained silent. "I'm sure Sarah isn't aware of this or she would
have divorced you by now. Not to mention, I'm sure you're aware Amy
is still a minor and, in the eyes of the law, having sex with a minor,
even if it isn't intercourse, is still illegal". No intercourse was
mentioned... that helps to figure out how much she knows.
I still remained silent, not admitting, not denying, but hoping she
would divulge more facts. "Well, I'm not a home wrecker, so you
don't have to worry about that. I won't say anything to Sarah.
However, I think this is a pretty significant thing and, frankly, if
I'm going to keep a secret like this... well, I think there should be
something in it for me".
"You're not shy about stating your position, are you Anita?"
"I gave up being shy a long time ago, Mike"
"I'm not rich Anita. I can't afford to pay you off if that's
what you're eluding to. Besides, I'll tell Sarah everything before I
do that."
"Actually, money is not what I'm after".
"Well, what is it then?"
"Well, like I said. I gave up being shy a long time ago." She
paused. "Amy was very detailed in what she wrote about you in here.
VERY detailed. Would you like to read it?", offering me the book.
"No, that's ok"
"Well, lets just say she mentions in here that you are... how do
I say it...gifted". I just watched as she continued. "Since you're
not rich and you can't provide me a gift of money in return for
keeping this secret". A faint smile crossed her lips. "Maybe... you
can provide me another type of gift."
"What type of gift is that Anita?" I couldn't help but smile in
return.
"I think we both know what type of gift that is Mike. The same
gift you gave my daughter". She paused waiting for a response. "So
what do you say?".
I smiled. "Well, when you put it that way, do I really have a
choice?"
Anita stood from the couch and held out her hand to me. I stood,
taking it in my own as she started to lead me down the hall.
"I'll ensure you have many choices Mike.... many choices".
The End
+===============+ Credit where Credit is Due +==================+
Thanks to everyone who provided feedback on this, the first story I
ever posted. I've had a blast writing it and hearing from people who
were following along.
Also, I got great ideas for how to carry the story forward from a
number of people. If you're still reading, it's likely you saw your
ideas 'cum to life'....:)
Very special thanks to the following individuals:
Mark for providing what I saw as an excellent suggestion for changing
the first person perspective in installment 6 and 7 to Sarah's from
Mike's. That was just the shift I was looking for. Hopefully it
showed up in such a way that didn't completely confuse the reader.
Mary for proofing and helping me to write installments 6 and 7 from a
woman's perspective, something that was pretty tough for this
testosterone overloaded male...:) Thanks Mary. I could have
struggled through it without you, but it was that much better getting
your input...:)
I'm still writing, so stay tuned for more stories to be posted soon,
as well as a web page to act as an archive.
Sundance
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