Amy sulked for the next two days. At first, Mike felt betrayed by Amy. Hadn’t he been good to her? Shouldn’t she be thankful? But as he worked at the problem he had to admit he had caused it. He had cut her communication off by not wanting to talk about sex and had done it very abruptly. He’d done it because he was uncomfortable with his own thoughts and feelings not because she wasn’t able to talk about it. Of course cutting off the communication would have exactly the effect it had. ‘Damn,’ he thought.
Having concluded it was his responsibility, he thought about the best way to fix it. If cut communication was the problem, the best solution was that he had to restore the communication.
At dinner Mike caught Amy’s eye and said, “Okay, let’s talk.”
“Why?” she asked. “You won’t talk to me. I ask you something and you say, 'No. We can’t talk about that.'”
“That’s why we need to talk. I was wrong. I apologize.” Amy’s face registered her surprise because a grown up had apologized to her. “So go ahead and talk.”
“Really?” she asked. He nodded. “How come you got all funny then?”
“Really? Well, to tell the truth I have been thinking why I cut off our communication. That was wrong. So why did I do it? I think it is because I was uncomfortable with the subject. Frankly, I’ve never been around a young woman before. I mean, since I was an adult. I didn’t have sisters and we didn’t have kids.”
“You couldn’t talk to me just ’cuz I was a girl?” she asked.
“No, not exactly. It was because you were a girl and the subject you were asking about was my own… I mean, the story you found was…” He looked up; she was intently listening, obviously trying too understand. He knew he had to be truthful. He owed it to her. “It’s like this Amy. That story made me uncomfortable around you because it reflects my own sexual fantasies, and I was afraid that if you read it, you’d think less of me. Also, that you’d worry about me being like your Mom’s boyfriend. The Kelli story is the same kind of thing.”
“But Mike, it’s not the same at all. Kelli was all about making it good. It wasn’t about rape. I told you I liked the story. I don’t think you’re like like Mom's boyfriend at all,” she said.
“I’m glad,” he said.
Amy looked at him for a few moments and asked, “Mike, you said you worried I would think less of you. Is that because Kelli is so young or because I’m so young? I’m older than Kelli.”
“Kelli isn’t a real person so you can’t be older,” he said with a wink. “But yes, that’s why. Sometimes a person could have sexual fantasies they wouldn’t actually want to do in real life.”
Like a light, Amy’s face lit up and she started to laugh, “Oh Mike. I get it. You’re worried that I’ll think you and me… Like Kelli?”
He turned bright red. “I don’t want you to worry that I’d do anything…”
“Mike, you been so good to me. I know you wouldn’t do something I didn’t want you to. That’s why you got so embarrassed?” she asked. He nodded. Amy laughed, “God, I don’t think you’re like that. Even if you like young girls, I know you’d treat me right.”
“Like I said, sometimes you don’t do things that you have fantasies about because in real life there are consequences. Fantasies are free. In life, things happen. Sometimes things you never even thought about; like hurting someone, like changing your relationship for the worse. I wouldn’t want to ever have something like that happen,” he told her.
“I know that,” she said quietly. She looked thoughtful.
Mike waited for a while and then said, “Okay, I answered your question. Can we be friends again?”
A radiant smile came to her face; she jumped up and put her arms around his neck kissing his cheek, “Of course. Thank you for telling me all that. One of the things I was thinking was that you were treating me like an adult, you know, being willing to tell me that. Thank you.” She kissed him on his forehead.
With harmony restored, Mike served ice cream and they tottered off to bed.
A few nights after their conversation, Amy joined him for TV. Instead of sitting next to him she sat on the far end of the couch. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight top. Mike noticed the outfit and was surprised that the school would let girls wear outfits like that. But he knew things had changed since he went to school.
Amy was leaning against the side of the couch with her feet up on it towards him. Some movement caught his eye and he glanced at her. She was watching the tube apparently not seeing him. One knee had swung down and he was looking at her panties. He stared for a second and then forced his head back to the screen. Should he say something? It was probably unintentional so he decided more harm would come from him saying anything. A while later, his attention was drawn again and he saw her legs going back and forth giving him an eyeful every time.
He forced his eyes back to the TV. ‘It had to be unintentional,’ he said to himself. But then he remembered Sitting for Kelli. There was a scene so similar in the story. Could she be doing it on purpose? He argued with himself for a while before concluding it was his own thoughts that were making him assume a link. He’d like it if there were and that was it. He sought to banish the thoughts from his mind.
But it wasn’t so easy for him. Amy seemed to be doing things to get him aroused. She would come into the shower while he was there in the morning, slowly disrobe and start a shower. She would touch him sometimes, provocatively but not sexually so he couldn’t complain. Mike finally had to conclude that it was on purpose. Now he had to decide whether or not to say something to her.
Thinking he was in control, Mike started to play along, pretending that she was getting to him to see what she would do. Several times, he could see her smile when she thought he wasn’t looking. She stepped up her ‘attacks.’ There could be no doubt now that she was trying to tease him.
How serious was she? Mike finally had to ask himself why he was playing along. Why hadn’t he just put a stop to it? Mike had always tried to understand his real motivations even when they weren’t comfortable. He had to admit to himself that the reason he was playing along was because he hoped something would happen which allowed him to do what Amy apparently wanted. What he really wanted. He had been hiding from himself as well as Amy. ‘What do I do?’ he asked himself.
Sitting across from her at dinner Mike broke the ice. “Amy, are you trying to seduce me?”
Amy looked aghast. Then she looked chagrined. “You figured it out?”
“It wasn’t that hard. So you are. Why?” he asked.
“Why do you think I’m doing this?" she asked him.
“I don’t know for certain, that’s why I asked. But, I assume it has something to do with the Kelli story,” he said.
She nodded. “I want you to be my first just like the guy in the story was her first,” she said.
“Thank you for wanting that but I don’t think that would be the right thing for us,” he said trying have his voice sound gentle and firm at the same time. “You ran away because an older man was doing that.”
“No! I didn’t like him and he was my Mom’s boyfriend. He tried to rape me. It’s not the same at all,” she said. “Mike, how come so many of your stories have young girls and older guys? I think it is because you’d really like to. So why won’t you?”
“Because it isn’t what I’d like that’s important. It’s what I should do that’s important,” he said. “Amy, I’d like to ask you a favor.” She nodded. “I’d like to ask that you quit teasing me. I admit it is affecting me. Please?”
She nodded. “Okay, I’ll quit teasing you.”
“Thanks,” he said. “Let’s get dinner cleaned up and watch some TV.”
Amy was quiet that evening but didn’t appear to be upset. Mike figured she was thinking about what he had said and that was good.
After his shower Mike settled in bed and read for a few minutes. He turned off his light and rolled over. He heard Amy finish her shower. A few minutes later, he heard her come padding into his room. He could barely see her in the soft light coming in the window. She stopped by the side of his bed, dropped her towel to reveal that she was nude and lifting the blanket climbed into his bed.
She snuggled up against his back. The feel of her warm skin against his was electric. “Mike, I wasn’t teasing. I want you to know that.” Her hand went around him and she pulled her body tight against his.
He could feel her tits pressing against his back. He started to say something, anything, to tell her to get the hell out of his bed, but couldn’t. Amy was the life force that brought him back to life. He had to affirm life or might as well be dead. And that is what sex really is, an affirmation of life, the joy of life, the seeking after life, the future. Mike knew that Amy was his life at that moment. “Amy, I love you.”
She gasped and then pulling herself together answered, “Mike, I love you. I want to show you.”
“And I want to show you,” he said. He turned until he was holding her in his arms. “Are you sure?”
“Oh yes. I want you to be my first. Please show me Mike. Make it beautiful.”
“I don’t know if I can make it beautiful sweetheart, but I want it, I want you,” he said. He brought his lips to hers and they kissed as lovers.
Amy was excited and nervous, but most of all she felt loved and feeling loved wanted to give her most precious gift to Mike. She knew about sex but now she was going to experience it herself. Most Americans don’t appreciate the fact that, until recently, most families in the world lived in one room. Children used to learn about sex by watching their parents. Sex wasn’t a mystery. Having grown up watching her mother, she wasn’t as nervous as most girls and the excitement overshadowed even that nervousness.
Mike was more nervous than Amy. Performance anxiety. For Mike it was a lead ball in the stomach. He wanted to make it ‘beautiful’ for Amy. Of course, he couldn’t tell her how nervous he really was.
Taking charge Mike pulled her to him for another kiss. His tongue sought hers and they dueled. His hand found her small tit as they kissed. He teased and flicked her hardening nipple. Amy moaned as he did. Mike’s hand slid down over her taut belly, feeling the muscles quiver under his hand, and touched the downy hair at the apex of her thighs. His fingers teased her labia. Amy moaned again and her thighs parted inviting Mike further. Mike lightly squeezed her clitoris between her labia massaging her button. Amy’s head fell back against the bed and she breathed out a gasping, “Oh God.”
Mike kissed her neck as he continued playing with her pussy, rubbing her clitoris between her own lips. Mike kissed lower until he found her small hard tits. Licking circles around her nipples, he teased her as she pushed her chest up, seeking more pleasure. He took one tit into his mouth, licking and sucking on her hard nipple. He slid his finger between her lips, finding her pussy wet and hot, then slowly his finger slid up and down over her pussy. Amy’s eyes were closed as her breathing became more ragged. Taking the other tit in his mouth, Mike slid his finger down her pussy and found her opening. Unsure, he went slowly but finding no resistance his finger went deeply into her. Amy moaned and instinctively hunched her hips against his hand. Mike rubbed his palm over her clitoris as his finger began sliding in and out of her pussy, the tip curling to find the hard mass of her G spot and massaging it.
Mike looked at Amy’s face and could see she was transported to a place where pleasure was all. He smiled and then lowered himself until he lay between her legs looking at her lightly furred pussy. It looked and smelled delicious, her lips spread open, and were a deep red from their arousal. He slid his tongue over her pussy avoiding her clitoris for the moment. Amy shuddered as he neared it and then swerved to avoid it. She gasped as he went around it and slid back down her pussy. His finger continued sliding in and out of her.
Amy’s body was tense and he knew it was time to help her release the passionate energy building. He touched his tongue to her clitoris and sparks seemed to jump through her body. He rolled it around with his tongue before taking it between his lips and playing with the hard button. Her hips were bouncing now and he put his hand on her pubis to help hold her to his mouth. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth and sucked and tongued it, fucking her with his mouth. She went wild, bouncing and grasping the bed with her hands. Mike fucked her with finger and mouth as Amy’s first climax with a man built and then exploded. Mike watched, happy, as her pussy rhythmically clenched his finger and flooded his hand with her cum. She collapsed, breathing hard as her climax abated.
Mike slid up beside her, waiting for her to come back. She opened her eyes and smiled. “Oh God. I didn’t know. I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said.
“Love you,” he said leaning down to kiss her.
“Mike, I want it now. Please. I want it all,” she said.
He smiled and positioned himself between her legs more confident because his finger had found her easy to penetrate. His cock found her opening and he slid the head of his cock into her.
“Oh,” she said and grimaced.
“What?” Mike asked concerned.
“It hurt. Just for a second,” she said.
“But my finger went in easily,” he said.
Amy smiled, “You're bigger than your finger. I guess I’m not a virgin anymore.”
Mike smiled, “How does it feel now?”
“Big,” she said.
He pushed and more of his cock slid into her. Gently his hips rocked, sliding his cock deeper on each rocking motion of his hips. Slowly he was burying his cock completely in her hot tight pussy. One last push and his groin pushed against hers, rubbing her clitoris. He made small circles with his hips as Amy grew accustomed to his cock inside her.
“That feels good,” she said.
Mike pulled back and started fucking her. Their bodies moved in rhythm, becoming one as they sought their release. His cock slid easily in and out of her pussy, rubbing along her clitoris on every stroke. Amy had never felt anything like this before. The intensity of feeling building rapidly in her loins, the pressure building, the feelings were so intoxicating. Her hands were convulsively grasping as she held onto his arms and pulled herself against his invading cock as it slid home. She was building towards something new and exciting. His cock was taking her someplace she had never been before and she loved it.
Mike could only concentrate on pleasing her, his love. He changed the rhythm of his lovemaking as he changed the angle and the depth, constantly bringing her new ever increasing sensations and pleasures. Her pussy grasped and clung to his cock as he plunged in and out of her body. He watched as a reddish blush rose on her neck and spread over her chest. Her mouth opened and a low moan ushered forth.
Amy felt an incredible pressure build, crest, and burst. She was cumming, the waves of pleasure surging through her body, again and again.
Mike felt the spasms in her pussy and felt his own climax. His cock engorged as his cum burst out of his cock and flooded Amy’s pussy, burst after burst of cum filling her as she moaned and thrashed in her climax below him.
Mike was relieved as well. He had made it beautiful for Amy. He was suffused with peace and happiness as his own climax crested and waned. He came to rest buried in Amy as the last spasms of her climax passed. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Her eyes opened and slowly focused on him.
“Oh God. I didn’t know,” she said. “Thank you.”
“I love you Amy.”
“I love you.”
Mike rolled to his side pulling Amy with him. They lay together, floating in the post-coital bliss. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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