Susan's Summer, Part 2

by KatC

After Susan got home she talked briefly with her dad, said goodnight and headed straight for bed. The evening with Amy had stirred up intense feelings. All she could think of was getting into her room, locking the door and exploring those feelings in privacy.

On her bed in the dark, Susan closed her eyes and immediately saw the image of Amy lying over her lap. Pleasant buzzing sensations grew as she remembered sensuously caressing Amy's bottom. Just like when it happened, and now reliving it, Susan could feel herself getting excited. She wondered what it was exactly that triggered such intense feelings for her.

Her mind flashed back instantly to when she was in sixth grade. She remembered very similar intense feelings in her body sitting in health class with Ms. Johnson. She didn't know it at the time, but now she realized she had a very intense crush on her teacher. Ms. Johnson had just finished college, had long golden curly hair, and was very enthusiastic and excited about teaching. She had a crush on her at first sight.

Ms. Johnson was also a gym teacher. She had a very trim, athletic body and was always wearing sports clothes. She frequently wore tight revealing shorts and tops. Susan's favorites, however, were the short tennis skirts. Susan found herself greatly looking forward to health class, which was only an hour every week or two. She found herself daydreaming in class while staring at her lovely teacher. This was also about the same time she discovered the pleasure of rubbing herself against a pillow in bed before going to sleep. It wasn't very long before Susan began picturing Ms. Johnson while exploring the pleasurable sensations between her legs.

As the year went by, Susan found her nighttime imagination merging with her daydreaming in class, gazing at Ms. Johnson. With her eyes riveted the teacher, Susan instinctively found herself pressing her thighs together, trying to bring some delicious pressure to the building sensations between her legs. It wasn't as enjoyable as the pillow, but it was the best she could do in the situation.

On one fateful day as gym class was over, Susan was walking by the gym teacher's offices on her way to her locker to change and shower. A sudden noise caught her attention and she suddenly stopped. The door was barely open and Susan's attention was drawn by a sharp sound coming from within. Peering inside, Susan could just make out the form of one of her classmates, Becky, bending over and holding her ankles. To her side was Ms. Johnson with one of the school’s paddles in her hand. Susan's heart skipped a beat as she watched Ms. Johnson raise the paddle and then quickly bring it down against the young girl's bottom. The sound of the paddle making contact jolted Susan, as if it were a sonic boom. She felt her whole body come alive, every nerve tingling. She stood rooted on the spot, transfixed by watching the scene unfolding before her. Becky was frequently getting in trouble during gym and the teachers were known for giving a few swats as discipline.

When the paddling was over, Susan jerked back to her senses and, not wanting to get caught, walked away, her legs trembling and very unsteady. She had to sit in front of her locker for a few moments to catch her breath and steady her nerves. Something about that scene really shook her up. Slowly she settled down, removed her gym clothes and headed for the shower.

She stood under the warm water, her eyes closed, allowing the sensations to sooth her jangled nerves. When she felt a little calmer she opened her eyes, reached for some soap and began running it over her body. When she turned her head to do one shoulder, she noticed Becky walking in. Susan's hand froze, forgetting the soap, her eyes riveted to Becky. She tried hard not to be obvious, but was so intensely curious about what had just happened. Pretending to turn toward the shower, she looked out of the corner of her eye as Becky turned around. Susan could feel her heart pounding again as two very red bottom cheeks appeared. She watched closely as Becky gingerly rubbed her bottom when water washed over it, occasionally flinching. Susan felt herself again slipping into that dreamlike trance of just a few minutes ago. As Becky turned, she quickly looked away. Holding her face under the stream of water, her eyes closed, she felt the rising wave of excitement flow through her body.

Later that day, sitting in health class with Ms. Johnson, Susan could not get the image of what she had seen that morning out of her mind. Trying not to be obvious, she found herself squeezing her thighs even harder together trying to create a little friction between her legs. A flood of images crowded her mind: nighttime fantasies, gazing at Ms. Johnson, Becky's paddling and very red bottom. From somewhere deep inside her, Susan began feeling this very intense desire to be Becky. Her imagination, fueled by the rising physical sensations in her body, began picturing her in Becky's place in Ms. Johnson's office that morning. Somehow, she so desperately wanted Ms. Johnson to be paying attention to her, not Becky. She pictured herself bending over and grasping her ankles and wondered what the sensations of the paddle would be like on her bottom. Susan closed her eyes, imagining the scene, feeling the sensations between her legs growing, and then opened her eyes to see Ms. Johnson talking at the front of the class. Going back and forth, Susan's imagination started picturing her in the front of this class, right now, bending over Ms. Johnson's desk. She could see her skirt lifted up and hoped Ms. Johnson was looking right at her panty-covered bottom. In her mind, Susan was very embarrassed being seen this way in front of the class, but it didn't matter because Ms. Johnson was looking at her, and only at her.

Susan spent many pleasant hours daydreaming like this with many variations during health class. She got pretty good grades in school, but for some reason did not do so well in health. While her imagination went wild both during class and her nighttime fantasies, Susan could never quite cross the line to do anything to actually receive a paddling from Ms. Johnson. But that didn't stop her from daydreaming and fantasizing about it for that entire year.

As Susan lay in bed, her mind remembering all these delicious details from sixth grade, her fingers were gently teasing the warm, moist lips of her pussy. She hadn't thought about Ms. Johnson in quite a while and was surprised at how wet she had become. As her fingers spread the wetness to her very tender clit, she realized how the love spankings with Amy and her intense crush on Miss Johnson had somehow all merged together. It didn't quite all make sense, but the sensations in her body left no doubt about how exciting it was. Letting go of trying to figure it out, Susan allowed her fingers to continuing their pleasuring movements while her mind remembered all the exciting details.

* * * * *

In between babysitting sessions with Amy, Susan’s summer was pretty dull. She read a little bit, went to soccer practice, played in a game every once in a while, but her mind was never very far from Amy. It seemed like all she had to do was picture her in her mind and that familiar buzz and tingling feeling would start all over again.

That's what she was feeling one evening when her dad told her that Amy's mom had called, yet again, and wondered if she would baby-sit that weekend. It seemed like her meetings at work were going to be a regular thing, and if Susan wanted she could make some extra money.

When her dad asked, Susan felt a huge smile cross her face, thankful that Amy's mom had weekly meetings that she had to attend. And for some reason, the buzzing and tingling in her body started growing.

As Susan walked up the sidewalk to Amy's door, she felt a fluttery feeling in her stomach. Since waking up this morning, she had thought of hardly anything else besides this very moment. When Amy's mom answered the door, Susan saw she was in a rush and headed straight to the car, calling over her shoulder "Thanks for doing this Susan. Make yourself comfortable and you two have fun." Amy smiled and waved, "Don't worry, we will."

When she stepped inside the door, she was surprised to see Amy coming straight at her skipping, with a huge smile on her face. They collided, and Amy threw her arms around Susan's waist and gave her a big hug.

"I'm soooooooo glad you're here. I've been looking forward to this all week."

"Me too, Amy. I'm really glad your mom called again."

Susan was acutely aware that they were hugging each other for an extraordinary amount of time. She didn't mind, in fact she found herself rubbing her hands up and down Amy's back and enjoying the contact between their bodies.

"Yeah, me too. It's too bad that she has to work so much, but if it means having you come over, well, I guess that's okay." Amy squeezed her tightly, before she let go.

"Come on, we've got a movie, do you want to watch it?"

Susan chuckled, "Sure," and let Amy take her hand and pull her into the house. Amy tightly held her hand as they walked, her other hand brushing up and down Susan's arm, creating goose bumps. As they walked, they were so close together their hips brushed, sending electric tingles through Susan's body.

They sat on the couch; Amy scooted over until she was right next to Susan. She had the remote and was setting up the movie to play. Susan could feel her pulse quicken just sitting next to this little blonde, her hand naturally moved up to stroke her soft hair. Waiting for the movie to begin, Susan looked around and saw books and papers spread out on the kitchen table.

"Did you finish your schoolwork for tonight?"

Amy fiddled with remote, "Naw, I'll do it later."

"Is that what your mom said?"

"Well, no, not really. But, I don't want to do my schoolwork when you're here. Let's watch a movie together instead, okay?" Amy looked at her with adorable pleading eyes.

Susan thought for a moment, "Well, I tell you what. We can do that. You can skip the schoolwork and we can watch the movie, but…" Susan paused for a moment looking directly in Amy's eyes, "then there's no back massage before bedtime."

This got Amy's attention and she jerked her head to look directly at Susan's face. "Oh, man…"

Susan continued, "However, if you finish your schoolwork, we can watch part of the movie and then you can have your back massage. What do you think?"

It didn't take Amy very long to consider; her answer was to jump up and run over to the kitchen table, pick up a pen and immediately begin writing furiously on the paper. Susan laughed out loud seeing Amy's eagerness and knowing she wanted her back massage more than anything else. Hearing Susan's laughter, Amy looked up and smiled broadly, just happy to have her around again.

After a few minutes of observing from the couch, Susan got up and walked over to the kitchen table. She rested her hand on Amy's shoulder and watched her work. Amy scooted over in the chair and Susan took the invitation to sit down next to her, their legs closely touching. Amy looked up and smiled before returning to work. Susan felt warm and flushed from all the physical contact. While her hand caressed Amy's neck and shoulders, Susan's legs gently rubbed up against Amy's. Susan could feel her excitement level rising and decided it might be better to let Amy finish her schoolwork without such intense distraction. Susan knew she would not be able to focus on schoolwork with this kind of stimulation.

Returning to the couch, Susan sat back and openly admired Amy. Today she was wearing a pair of white shorts and a loosely fitting pink tank top. The shorts looked to be one or two sizes too small and from constant wearing, seemed to be totally molded to her hips and pelvis. Susan allowed her eyes to take in all the details these tight shorts offered. The top was loose enough that if Susan looked at just the right angle, she could begin to make out the shape of a small breast underneath her arm. She tried not to be obvious, but she couldn't help but sneak a peek at this tender, delicious young flesh.

From the moment at the front door, Susan felt intense electricity between them and her body responded. Trying not to be too obvious, Susan placed a pillow over her lap and a magazine on top as if reading. But, really it was just to cover the movement of her thighs squeezing together, increasing the pleasurable sensations that had started there. Watching this sweet young girl across the room, squeezing her thighs together, and rocking her pelvis forward and back, Susan began feeling the moisture of her excitement spill into her panties. And, this was happening while Amy was just doing her homework, she could only imagine how the night might continue.

It only took about one half hour to finish her work and then they snuggled on the couch together and turned on the movie. Susan hardly paid any attention to the movie, soaking up the closeness of Amy's body next to hers. Wanting to make sure they had plenty of time, she kept one eye on the clock and eventually hit the pause button on the remote.

"Well Amy, we can keep watching this movie, but if you want enough time for a good back massage, we should probably stop now." Dramatically, Amy grabbed the remote from her hands and pushed the stop button. This started Susan laughing, which got Amy laughing, and they both ended up giggling together on the couch.

As they quieted down, Susan found herself with her arm around Amy's shoulders, their faces just a few inches away. She was gazing intently into Amy's eyes, which never wavered from looking at her. The sat like this for a few moments, Susan feeling like time had somehow stopped for just a moment so they could do this, they could be together.

Amy broke the silence, "Can we start now, please?" Susan nodded, bringing her hand up to gently brush the top of Amy's head. Amy popped up off the couch excitedly, coming to stand right in front of Susan, their knees touching, and put her arms together behind her head. Just seeing her do this got Susan's juices flowing even more. Amy had this simple sweetness and innocence that somehow just went straight to Susan's heart. And seeing her in this position, she felt it go straight to her pussy as well.

Susan knew the routine by now, leaning forward and raising the pink tank top. Often in the past week, she had been in bed, her fingers rubbing the cleft of her pussy, or her hard nipples, or both while she pictured Amy's breasts. Susan wasn't sure exactly why, but just the sight of these small, delicious morsels was enough to get her quite excited.

And from seeing the small hardening nipples, Susan could tell how much this routine excited Amy. On one hand she was somewhat shy, but on the other she so enjoyed having Susan look at her naked body in just this way.

Wanting to increase that excitement, Susan leaned forward and brought her fingers to the button on Amy's shorts. She could feel a little tremor move through Amy as the button came undone and she slowly lowered the zipper. Trailing her fingers up to the waist, Susan looked up in Amy's eyes and saw sparkling excitement. From their last encounter, Amy knew what to expect and certainly did not look disappointed. Slowly, Susan pulled the shorts down over Amy's small hips until they fell in a heap on the floor.

Susan sat back to admire Amy's lovely body. Her eyes traveled around, from smiling face to budding breasts down her long legs and back up again. A curious sight drew Susan’s eyes. At the lowest part of her now exposed white cotton panties, she could detect very faint signs of a moist spot. In the few moments it took for this to register, Susan felt a spasm in her pussy and her own panties becoming even wetter than they already were. Susan stared intently at this damp spot, recognizing it as a sign that Amy was excited by their touching and flirting as much as she was.

Susan could feel an ache to have Amy's body next to hers. She took Amy's hand and guided her around to the side. As Amy was kneeling down preparing to lie over Susan lap, she paused for a moment. Looking up she said, "Susan, can I ask you something?"

Susan's heart began pounding a little faster, imagining all the possible things Amy could be asking about, hoping for some, her imagination running wild. "Of course, Amy, you can ask anything."

"Well, actually… my back doesn't feel quite so sore… so I was wondering… if maybe… we could just start lower, you know, just start with the love spanking?" Amy's voice got softer toward the end of the sentence, a blush coming to her cheeks, and her eyes looked down.

Oh my gosh, Susan thought to herself, this young girl sure knows how to push my buttons. Smiling, she brought her hand to the side of Amy's facing, caressing it softly. "Sure, honey, we can absolutely do that. We'll start off with the love spanking, and make your bottom all nice and warm, how's that sound?"

Amy's face lit up, relieved, that Susan would understand. "Sounds yummy." And she proceeded to bend over, finding the position that they both enjoyed so much.

Susan rubbed both hands over Amy's offered bottom. She realized that now that they had dispensed with the need for a back massage, it was much more clear what Amy wanted. It was also very clear to Susan how much she wanted to give it.

Now there was only a thin layer of cotton between Susan's hand and Amy's small, firm bottom. As her hands became familiar with this intimate contact, a little thrill rose as she recognized how little separated her from a totally naked Amy.

After rubbing in circles for a few minutes Susan decided to also dispense with the light pats and taps of their previous sessions and brought her hand back to deliver a slightly harder love spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

"Ohhhhhh, yesssssssss," Amy hissed feeling the first spanks make contact. Spank. Spank. Spank. Susan gradually increased the intensity of each spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Between each series of spanks, she rubbed Amy's bottom and then returned again to spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

She noticed Amy's eyes were closed tightly, her head sensuously moving back and forth. Spank. Spank. Spank. And then while Susan rubbed, Amy would move her pelvis in circles increasing the contact. Spank. Spank. Spank.

As Susan rubbed more vigorously, her hand would move Amy's panties, pulling them toward the center and exposing bare skin. Susan's eyes were fixed on these brief moments, seeing Amy's bare bottom, and her hand massaging the warm skin. As her hand continued to rub, gradually she was able to bunch the material together along the very center cleft of Amy's bottom. She felt a thrill as this additional exposure allowed her hand bare contact. Without the panties in the way, Susan could feel much more intimately how Amy was moving her hips in response to both rubbing and spanking.

The sensations flowed through Susan, reminding her of the previous week when she would lie in bed imagining this very scene. Spank. Spank. Spank. She felt her body responding to the sounds, the physical contact, and the warmth of Amy's body. Spank. Spank. Spank. Again, she could feel her pussy dripping excitement. Spank. Spank. Spank. She felt the swirling energy from within her combined with the heat and the movement of Amy. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Susan continued alternating the sensuous, light stinging love spanks with the stronger rubbing of Amy's tender cheeks. Spank. Spank. Spank. From her own aroused state, Susan could see that Amy was experiencing her own rising excitement.

Spank. Spank. Spank. As their passions rose, Amy began making little ’oh’ sounds after every spank. Spank. Oh. Spank. Oh. Spank. Oh. Just hearing these little exclamations sent a thrill through Susan. Spank. Oh. Spank. Oh. Spank. Oh. As she was rubbing with one hand, Susan brought her other hand up to the side of Amy's face and gently began stroking and caressing. Amy turned her head and pushed her face into Susan's hand. She opened her eyes and smiled right through Susan, an incredible swirl of sensations reflected in her eyes.

Intently watching her face, Susan brought her hand up high, giving Amy a moment to register what would happen next, and brought her hand down sharply. Spank. Oh. Spank. Oh. Spank. Oh. And with each spank Amy closed her eyes and then opened again looking directly at Susan until the next spank made contact.

Susan lost track of how much time had elapsed. She had totally surrendered to the utter sensuousness of the moment, of the touch, of the rhythm between spanks and rubbing Amy's cheeks.

Slowly she came to her senses noticing that one hand was gently caressing Amy's bottom while the other was stroking her head, face and hair. Amy had a dreamy smile; Susan was feeling pretty dreamy herself. She was so glad that Amy had decided to do her schoolwork tonight instead of watching a movie. But then again, she wasn't all that surprised.

She was a little surprised, after Amy went upstairs to bed, to see a small, shiny, damp spot on her thigh, right where Amy's panties had touched her leg. Her fingers rubbed small circles around the slippery, creamy moisture, reveling in the feel of it. Bringing her fingers to her nose, Susan inhaled deeply and felt her senses spin from the intoxicating aroma.

* * * * *

Susan got up from the couch, her mind still whirling from pleasure and made her way to the bathroom. As arousing and intoxicating as her thoughts were, the urge to pee was even stronger. Walking upstairs she passed by Amy's bedroom, and suddenly stopped short. Had she just heard some noises coming from Amy's room? She stopped outside the door and listened intently. They weren't big noises, but Susan could hear some small sounds, as if maybe Amy was having a nightmare. Not wanting to wake her if she was asleep, Susan gently pushed the door open just enough to look inside and check up on her.

It took a few moments for Susan's eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room. There was just enough light coming in through the window that slowly she could began to make out some distinct shapes. As her eyes adjusted, Susan's breath suddenly caught in her throat, just before she was ready to gasp. In those few moments, the scene before her fully registered in her mind, and then she understood. The strong urges to pee had suddenly been replaced by the earlier aroused feelings that took over her body.

The small noises continued to come from Amy, but now it was clear they weren't from a nightmare. There was enough light falling into the room for Susan to make out Amy’s totally naked figure lying on top of her bed. She was face down, her long hair falling over and covering her face. A pillow was underneath her hips so that her bare bottom was higher than the rest of her body. Susan could see that one hand was rubbing her bare bottom while the other was tucked underneath the pillow. Susan couldn't see exactly what she was doing with her second hand, but she had a pretty good idea.

As her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room she could make out small movements of her hips thrusting into the pillow. One hand rubbed circles around her bottom cheeks that only a few minutes earlier Susan had been warmly spanking. Every once in a while Amy's cheeks would clench as she pushed into the pillow and pressed with her hand and she would make small moaning noises.

Susan stood transfixed, hardly able to breathe at the erotic sight before her. Unconsciously she found her hand rubbing her crotch. If she had any doubt about the arousing nature of their earlier time together, Susan now knew that not only did she feel totally aroused, but Amy did too. She noticed Amy's breath, quickening and coming in gasps. She felt her own passion starting to climb witnessing the sweet and pure innocence lying on the bed. Susan wondered if she dare enter the room to get a closer look, but decided not to risk interrupting Amy’s self pleasure. Almost of their own accord, Susan's hips began pushing into her hand at the same rhythm that Amy was pushing her hips into the pillow. Susan's pulsating pussy was crying for more attention and she briefly stopped to slip her hand underneath her shorts to caress the wetness gathering in her panties.

The intensity of her arousal rose sharply, greatly inspired by the sweet noises and soft grinding movements of the naked young girl. With her hand caressing her pussy through the damp material of her panties, Susan barely applied any pressure, afraid that she would too quickly go over the edge into a climax and give away her presence. As much as she wanted to rub her clit into a shattering orgasm, she did not want to startle Amy nor let her know that she was being watched in her most intimate moment. So, she just barely touched the warm, swollen pussy lips through very wet cotton as she kept herself just on the edge before coming. Her eyes were glued to Amy's naked form, her ears straining to hear every lovely noise escaping from her lips, her nose beginning to pick up the sweet aroma of her own arousal and maybe even Amy's, too.

Susan had no idea how long she had been standing there, lost in the swirling currents of her own and Amy's arousal. Gradually Amy's hip movements slowed and the noises became less frequent. As much as she would rather stay and even join Amy on the bed, Susan knew it was time to quietly leave the room. Once she was in the hall and the door closed, Susan leaned up against the wall, her hand still gently teasing her wet pussy, her eyes closed, her mind replaying the beautiful scene she had just witnessed. Her breathing slowed a bit, and she found herself retreating from the edge of a climax slightly, just enough for her bladder to register the reason she had come upstairs in the first place. The need to pee arose in her body like a strong windstorm blowing. Torn between wanting to stay and finger her pussy to the climax she had refrained from while watching Amy and the urgent need to pee, Susan finally gave in, slowly walking toward the bathroom, her fingers still rubbing circles around the moist lips of her pussy.

The urge to pee was so strong, and the stimulation from her fingers so arousing, Susan wasn't sure if she would make it to the toilet before she let loose. Closing the bathroom door behind her she quickly pulled her shorts and panties down in one quick tug. And just moments before she could sit down on the toilet she felt the first few drops of pee begin to flow. Sitting heavily on the toilet, she relaxed as the insistent pressure of her bladder was finally able to release and a strong stream fell noisily. And for some reason, her hand did not stop its gentle circular rubbing of her pussy. And now that the panties weren't in the way, and she didn't have to worry about making noises, her fingers began teasing, ever so gently, the throbbing tip of her clit.

The sensations coursing through her body overtook any rational thinking of her brain. The upward spiral of her aroused feelings, fueled by watching Amy, the teasing touch of her own fingertips on her clit, and the pure blessed relief of being able to pee, began ricocheting throughout her whole body. Finally, she gave in to it and rubbing her clit in a tight little circle, she began climbing and shaking and gently moaning as an incredibly intense climax washed over her in wave after wave.

* * * * *

Amy skipped up the stairs, closed the door behind her, and threw her clothes into the hamper. Feeling so good, so tingly inside, she could hardly keep still. Curious, she walked over in front of her dresser mirror. Slowly, she brought her hands up behind her head, just like she had done earlier tonight, wondering how Susan saw her.

Staring intently, she saw the small mounds of her breasts, with hard pink nipples pointing out. They looked so small, especially compared to Susan's, but the sensations coming from her nipples right now were really intense. She remembered how Susan looked at her breasts when she stood like this, and it sent another thrill through her already excited nipples.

Keeping her hands in position, she turned around and looked over her shoulder at her back. Curious, she dropped her hands to the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down uncovering her bottom. There was a slight pink blush to her skin where Susan had given her those delicious love spanks. Seeing this pinkness brought on a whole new wave of feelings, this time starting as warmth in her bottom. She ran one hand over her bottom cheeks feeling the warmth and a slight sting that was still there.

She pulled her panties up and turned around to face the mirror. This time her gaze was drawn to a lower area. Spreading her thighs to get a better look. Amy gasped slightly when she saw that there was a small damp spot right at the bottom of her panties. Immediately a flush of embarrassment rose as she wondered if Susan had seen the same thing.

Excited, nervous, wondering, Amy flipped off the light, stripped off her panties and jumped into bed. In the darkness, with her eyes closed, Amy tried to picture what Susan could see during the love spanking. Her mind raced with questions, wondering over and over again if Susan saw, and if she did, what she thought. These wandering thoughts and delicious images served to increase her growing excitement. She turned on her stomach and pushed a pillow underneath her pelvis. Squeezing the pillow between her thighs, she began instinctively rocking forward and back, rubbing it against her sensitive pussy. She could feel more dampness from her pussy as she rubbed. And her mind pictured Susan seeing the damp spot tonight and smiling at her. The more she pushed and ground into the pillow, the more excited she felt, and the more she saw Susan smiling at her. Instinctively she brought one hand around and began rubbing her bottom, remembering the pink color in the mirror, and feeling the delicious sting add to the pleasure.

As the pleasurable sensations increased, her concerns about whether Susan saw the damp spot or not seemed to disappear. All she felt was a rising tide of warmth and moisture expanding from rubbing her pussy. And the feeling of Susan watching her and smiling and smiling and smiling.

* * * * *

When Amy's mom came in, Susan had just recovered enough to make her way down to the kitchen. She was washing her hands and splashing water on her face hoping that her intense climax would not be obvious. As she heard Amy's mom walking into the house, Susan hoped that she didn't reek of her own sexual passion. Automatically, she began tidying up the kitchen counter, putting some things away.

"Oh, you're so sweet to do that," Amy's mom said as she rounded the corner and saw Susan. "You can leave the rest, I'll get it later."

Susan responded, "Oh, I don't mind." Actually, it gave her something to do and take her mind off the intensity of her feelings.

As they stood in the kitchen, Susan gave a brief report, like usual, of how the evening went: Amy did her schoolwork, they watched a little bit of a movie and Amy went to bed.

Curious, Susan continued, "Oh, yeah, Amy mentioned her back was sore from playing soccer. She said something about you giving her a massage before bedtime, is that right?"

"Oh, my, she hasn't asked for a back massage in years, probably since she first started playing four or five years ago." Amy's mom continued, "Oh, and by the way, it looks like I have another meeting next Friday evening. Do you think you could possibly come over again?"

Susan paused for a moment, thinking, "Probably, but, you know, I'll have to ask my dad."

"Sure, I understand. Just give me a call and let me know in the next day or two. I really appreciate you being here. It makes things so much easier for me to get my work done and I think Amy really likes having you here, too."

After they said their goodbyes, Susan walked slowly back to her house, thinking about how long it had been since her mom had given Amy a back massage.