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Amy Visits for the Summer

Part VI of VIII

By Sundance

(Copyright, 1998)

First Posted - June 1998

Last Repost - July 16, 1998

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     Amy and I made our way up the stairs, her hand in mine.  As I
traced each step of the ascent, I could only think one thing.... 'God,
I'm still drunk'.  

Amy seemed to be moving slowly.  It almost felt as if I was pulling
her up behind me.  I turned and she had a bit of a strained, queasy
look on her face.

     "Are you alright?" 

     "Yes Sarah, I'm ok.  Just a little upset tummy, that's all"

It wasn't until we reached the landing that led to the bedrooms that I
realized what she was talking about.  I turned again to her.

     "Oh, I got it.   You swallowed, didn't you?"  Amy nodded,
subconsciously patting her stomach.  "And you've never done that
before, have you?   Swallowed I mean".  She shook her head no.  "Well,
I'm sure you're a hero in Mike's mind.  I was with him for years
before I would let him cum in my mouth and even then..... ", my
sentence trailing off.  "Are you sure you're ok now?  Drink more of
this water", and I handed her the bottle I was carrying.  She sat on
the bed and tipped it back.  

     "I'll be ok.  Could I maybe.. Borrow a toothbrush", she asked
sheepishly and we both laughed.

    "Sure.  Actually, let's get you more comfortable all the way
around".  I went to the door and reached above to the doorframe,
tracing with my fingers until I found the key that was always hidden
there, carefully placed out of the boy's reach.  I placed it in the
keyhole and turned it until I heard the tumblers engage and moved over
to the bottom dresser drawers that held all my nighties.  I looked
through each one trying to choose something that would fit Amy.

    "Won't Mike be wanting to come in here in a second?  You just
locked the door.  Are you having second thoughts about him watching,
about us going through with this", and she tipped the bottle downing
more of the water.

    "No I don't mind him watching, but he can just wait until we're
ready".  I paused, realizing she might be questioning this situation
herself.  "Why, are you having second thoughts?", I asked.

Honestly, part of me probably wanted her to say yes.  Yes, she was
having second thoughts.   Yes, she did mind Mike watching us.   Then
we wouldn't have to go through with this.  Then I wouldn't have to
endure the wrestling match between my desires and what my logical mind
knew was the moral thing to do.

While I never could have imagined it before, I was incredibly aroused
earlier, going down on Mike as Amy watched.  Similarly, I never would
have predicted that the night Amy and I spent together would end up
the way it did.  I mean, I could always appreciate the beauty of
another woman, and Amy was definitely growing up to be a stunning
female, but I never felt sexually attracted.   At least I didn't
realize it.  Yet, the passion we endured that night Mike was away was
almost indescribable.   

Even still, as arousing as all of this had been, these were brand new
experiences for me.  If I thought about any of it too long, all kinds
of emotions would surface -- guilt, shame, doubts. All of them
negative.  Amy finally answered me, relieving me of my over-analysis.

    "Sarah, I don't mind if Mike is here.... I mean, if you don't.  I
just want to be with you, like we were together the other night.  That
whole thing, the closeness we felt.  I haven't been able to get it out
of my mind.  I just really need to feel a closeness like that right
now and you and Mike can give me that feeling. I know I should
probably be questioning why, but I'm not, and I promise, I won't in
the future.   The only reason I wouldn't want Mike here is if you
don't, or if one of you regrets this later."

I grabbed a stack of the silk lingerie in my hands and went to sit
next to Amy on the bed.  She was watching me intently, a look of
concern on her face as she waited for my reaction to her last words.
Sitting there, looking at her, I couldn't help but notice how young,
how innocent, how uncertain she was.  As my years of experiences
washed over my mind I realized that while Amy has the body of a woman,
she still has the mind and emotional maturity of a girl, with so many
things to look forward to in the life ahead of her.  

While I couldn't be certain how I would feel later, my instincts told
me that this was right for tonight.  I've always been liberal in my
thinking about sex.  My basic belief was that it should be a
pleasurable, secure, and intimate experience, shared between
consenting people old enough to make intelligent decisions.   

While not always my cup of tea, I was never bothered by alternative
gender configurations. If two men, two women, or a man and woman
enjoyed the experience, so be it.  Broadening this viewpoint to
include more than two participants was a natural extension.  Amy knew
Mike and I loved her like family and would never coerce her into doing
something she didn't want to do or anything we felt she would regret
later.  Yes, this felt right for Amy and right for Mike and I.   I
leaned into her and gently kissed her soft lips in an unspoken answer
to her concern.

     "Anyway", changing the subject, "Which one of these would you
like", and I held up the first one.  "No, that won't do, not revealing
enough", and we smiled at each other as I tossed it aside.  I worked
through several alternatives and tossed each to the reject pile on the
floor.  Finally, I held up a red silk teddy, the fabric of which
matched the robe I was wearing.

    "Oh Sarah, that's beautiful", Amy commented.  "Did Mike buy that
for you?"

     "Yes, he did.  It was a Valentines present from long ago", and I
thought back to the days when Mike and I couldn't keep our hands off
one another.   I remembered opening it.  I remembered the look on his
face when he first saw me in it.   I remembered our jokes about how
much money it cost and it would only be worn a few seconds.   I really
missed those days, the passion we once had, and a sense of sadness
crossed my heart.  "Anyway, would you like to wear this one", snapping
myself out of the sad memory.

    "No, I want to see you in that one Sarah", Amy replied.  "I know
you'll look absolutely gorgeous."

     "Ok then, let's find another for you", and I continued through
the pile.  

At that moment I heard the doorknob turning, then jiggling back and
forth in rapid succession.  

     "Sarah!", Mike's muffled words came through the door.  "Sarah,
the door's locked", a sense of panic in his voice as I'm sure he
thought for just a moment he was going to be left out of the rest of
the evening.   I handed the pile of silk to Amy and went to the door,
carefully unlocking and opening it only slightly.

    "We've decided you're not invited", I joked with Mike.  "I'll
bring you a pillow and we'll wake you in the morning.  Now aren't you
glad we bought that big couch?"

He had the same look on his face when I tell the boys they're not
allowed to go outside and play.  I waited for him to stamp his foot
and launch into a full-blown tantrum.    It seems all men are little
boys, it's just how deft they are at suppressing it.   

     "I'm kidding Mike, just give us a few minutes to ourselves, would
you?  Women need their time.  We'll let you in later, I promise,
before we get carried away.  Now go you", and I motioned him away with
my fingers.  "Go check on the boys".

Mike made a pout face and turned away as I closed the door and locked
it.  I turned and Amy was holding up a black teddy that I had almost
forgotten I had.  I had bought that a number of years ago when Mike
and I were still dating and wasn't sure if it would still fit.
However, I could easily imagine it surrounding Amy's young form.   She
must have agreed.

    "I think I'll try this one on", she replied.  I led her to the
bathroom and searched a travel bag I had for an unopened toothbrush
and gave it to her.   I told her I would shut the partition for her,
giving her some privacy.  She could freshen up and get changed in the
closet.  I pulled closed the expandable panel that separated the
master bedroom from the bath area and moved to the bed, laying out the
red Valentines Day gift so that I could admire it one more time.

I pulled the robe back from my shoulders and let it drop to ground.
Picking up the nightie, I stood in front of the full-length antique
dressing mirror my Mother had given me and held it up in front of my
nude body.  'Not bad,... not bad at all', I smiled to myself, and
pulled the gown over my head.  I sifted through the drawer until I
could find the red matching panties that would complete the outfit.

I reached under the bed and grappled around until I located the box I
remembered as having been stored there.    I had bought several large
candles around Christmas time last year to be used in a wreath making
craft project I had planned.  Naturally, there was never enough time
in the day to start such craft projects, but the idea seemed like a
good one at the time.  I positioned the candles at different spots in
the room, spread out, so that when lit they would provide the perfect
balance between light and dark.

I wrestled through another drawer until I found some wooden matches
and began to light each individual candle.  I lit one, then a second,
then a third.  As the flames darted around, my mind began to wander.
I stopped what I was doing and sat down on the bed.  I watched the
candle flame bounce from side to side in an almost hypnotizing effect.
A blur crossed my eyes and in a dreamlike state my mind wandered to
the scene several nights before when it was just Amy and I.....

    "God that was good", Amy cried from behind her tissue as we
watched the credits of the 'Way we Were' scroll across the screen.  

I too was crying and we both laughed.  "Nothing like a good tear
jerker to end one's night, right?"  I stood, grabbing the half-eaten
bowl of popcorn.  "Want any more", I asked Amy.  

    "No, but I will have another one of these", and she motioned to
her Margarita glass.  "I'm staying the night anyway, so my Mom won't
hassle me"

    "Yeah, well, you can't tell her or she'll have me arrested", I
replied with an obvious smile.  I blended another batch of Margaritas
using the stash of mix we had for the upcoming Firm party on Friday
night.  I returned, handing Amy one and keeping one for myself.  We
sipped.

     "Wasn't it incredible how in love Robert Redford was with Barbara
Streisand?"  I nodded from behind my glass as Amy continued.  "I can't
wait until I find a love of my life like that".  She paused.
"You're so lucky to have Mike and he's so lucky to have you".  I
remained silent.  She sensed my hesitation and continued.  "Can I ask
you a personal question?"

     "I suppose"

     "Are you and Mike happily married?"

 Her words hung in the air like a damp humidity.  I probably could
have guessed she would ask that, but hoped she wouldn't.  I didn't
respond at first, but her interest was relentless and she didn't
follow her comment with any apologies for having asked the question.
Instead, she just waited for an answer.  I tried to do my best to be
honest.

     "Amy, Mike is a wonderful man.  He's a great father to the boys
and I love him dearly.... But...... I won't try to deny we've drifted
apart.  I know a lot of that is my fault.  The energy I put into my
job doesn't help.  By the time I get home at night, spend some time
with the boys, there's barely anything left for Mike and I".  She
nodded, listening intently.   "I don't think I would ever leave him,
but I miss terribly the closeness we use to have, the passion.  We
never talk about serious subjects anymore, you know, deep
conversations.  It's always some chore or household decision we need
to sort through in the limited time we have together.  Sometimes it
bothers me that he doesn't make more of an effort, or at least
complain.  I don't think he's any happier with the situation than I
am, yet we just both plod along".  

Sitting and describing these things out loud in some ways made them
more 'real'.  I knew within myself that these things were missing in
my life, but seldom dwelled on it, much less described it to another
human being.   Saying the words out loud forced me to deal with the
accompanying pain.  I could feel my lip beginning to quiver as I tried
to hold back the tears.

Amy leaned over to me and put her arms around my neck and pulled me
close.   I remember how good it felt to be held like that.  How
secure.  Here I was, the tough-as-nails Lawyer needing more than
anything else to feel loved, to have somebody hug me and not want to
let me go.    We embraced for at least a minute as I sobbed
uncontrollably into her shoulder, the feelings I had obviously
suppressed for so long now flooding out like an overflowing river that
had just crashed through a dam.    

Finally, I pulled back and tried to compose myself.  Amy was looking
deep in my eyes.  I was a bit embarrassed and remember trying to turn
away, again reaching for the tissue box to dry my tears.  She reached
for my chin and turned my head towards hers.  I felt her glances wash
over my facial features as she slowly, tenderly, wiped each tear from
my cheek and moved my tousled hair away from my eyes.   

     "You're so beautiful, Sarah", her words were so soft.

     "Oh right, I sure feel real beautiful right now", as I continued
to blot my tears.

 She just continued to look at me until I finally returned her gaze.
Our eye contact seemed to just go on and on, neither of us looking
away.  I watched as she started to lean closer to me.  It seemed to
take minutes for her face to reach mine.  I'm not sure why, but I
refused to move, to look away, to even speak, until I felt her lips,
so soft, graze my own.  She kissed me again and I returned her kiss,
raising my own hand to brush her cheek.   I felt so close to her at
that moment, so connected, as if at this time she was the only person
in the world who truly understood how I felt, truly understood what I
needed.

We continued to kiss, caressing one another's lips.  After a number of
moments I felt her tongue brushing its way into my mouth.   In an odd
sort of way, I was relieved, as I wanted so badly to explore her mouth
with my own, but was unsure how she would react.  I met my tongue with
hers and we continued our oral embrace, this time exploring slowly and
sensuously one another.   I remember feeling overwhelmed with how
erotic this moment was becoming, how excited I was by another woman's
touch, her taste.

Our kissing went on for minutes and definitely had crossed the bounds
of one friend comforting another.  I remember closing my eyes as I
felt Amy's hands moving up near my neck as she began to work loose the
buttons that held closed my shirt.  I think by closing my eyes I was
allowing myself to pretend, for just that moment, that this wasn't
really happening, overriding my better judgement that I should halt
this before it went any further.

She moved slowly unbuttoning my shirt, one-inch at a time.   I
remember the sensation of her fingers touching my bare skin, the
arousal that washed over my body as she ran her hands inside the
material and across my breasts.  I remember how fast my heart was
beating, how I wanted to give myself to her, for her to explore every
part of me.

I remember returning to kiss her as her hands traced across my stomach
and around to my lower back, working her way up to the snap that held
in place my bra. I remember sitting up straight to make it easier for
her to unfasten it, the sense of escape I felt as she pulled the
straps forward and she slid her hands under the cups to the soft
fleshy areas of my breasts.    It was so satisfying when I felt her
brush against my sensitive nipples for the first time.   

BANG! BANG!  The sound echoed from the closed door.  I looked up,
clearly startled from this daydream.  BANG!, BANG!, again came the
sound, this time louder.    It was Mike again, pounding and rattling
the locked doorknob.

     "Sarah, what's going on in there?  We had an agreement.  I'm not
sleeping on the couch in my own home", he complained in a whining
voice.   I shook the blurry haze from my mind and went to the door.
As I stood I realized I was wet with excitement from the details of my
flashback.

   "Calm down", I called in a loud whisper.  "You're going to wake the
boys!"  I unlocked the door and opened it slowly, still not letting
him in.  "Mike, we're not going to forget about you!  Amy is
freshening up.   Just wait here and we'll call you in".   I didn't
wait for him to respond, but instead closed the door again and
re-locked it.  'Impatient male', I thought to myself.  'Too damn much
testosterone'.

I returned and finished lighting the remaining candles. The combined
light from the flames created an incredibly romantic mood, rolling
dancing shadows across the ceiling and the walls.  A moment passed and
I heard the partition leading to the bath area slide open.  Amy
stepped out into the dim candlelight.

I stood looking at her.  The black nightie she had on reached just
below her hips.  It protruded out from her body, extended by the form
of her bare, full breasts.  While I couldn't see every detail, I could
see that she was nude beneath the silk garment, her nipples clearly
outlined in the black paper-thin material.  Her hair was down and
draped across the front of her shoulders.  She was standing, one leg
slightly raised, her toe touching the ground, as she held on to the
sides of the partition door with her hands.  

    "You look beautiful", my only words as I took in her vision.

    "So do you", she replied.  We held our eye contact for a moment.
She spoke again.  "Was that Mike knocking again?  Should we let him
in, or just skip it", and we both laughed.

    "Well, a deal is a deal", and I made my way over to the door.  Amy
made her way into the room and climbed on the bed, tucking both her
legs behind her and to the side.  I unlocked the door and peeked out.
Mike was sitting against the wall facing me, his elbows on his knees
and both of his hands resting on his cheeks.  It was amazing how much
he looked like his Son sometimes.  "We're ready for you Loverboy", I
called to him and he shuffled to his feet with anticipation.

    "You look sensational", he commented, taking in my form through
the open doorway.  "It's been a long time since I've seen you wear
that", and he grazed the back of his hand across my nipple.  I felt a
shiver run down my spine.

    "Well, thank you kind sir", and I opened the door wider.

Amy smiled at Mike as he entered the room and he smiled back.  "Where
do you want me", he inquired.  

I thought about for a moment, then walked over and slid a high-back
whicker chair we had in the room for decoration over to a location
perpendicular to the bed.  I took his hand and led him over, guiding
him to sit down.  "Will this work for you?"

    "This will work just fine.  I think I'm in the FRONT ROW", he half
exclaimed in a voice that was not his own.  I think he was quoting
some beer commercial but I couldn't be sure.   Amy was laughing, so
his humor wasn't entirely wasted.  

With Mike securely seated I moved to the other side of the bed.  I
reached forward and took Amy's hand in mine and guided her up from her
seated position, over to the edge of the mattress.  I took her other
hand and pulled backwards, having her stand so that we were directly
in front of where Mike was seated.  I was already moist with
anticipation and I could sense the arousal in the air being shared by
all of us.  I never would have imagined how erotic this could be,
having my man watch me with another woman, but it was definitely
exciting. 

                                    End of Part VI
 



  






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