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Amy, Part 1 [1/5] Show all parts
Added: Mar 20 2000Author: Deadly BrownTimes read: 1359 Avg vote: 6.29 (7
votes)
In a series of first experiences, a young girl becomes aware. In Part 1, a
tragedy befuddles Amy yet frustrates her boyfriend to no end.
Amy
©2000 by Deadly Brown. All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1.
In the dark of the evening after all the lights were out down by the
pool, I saw Mrs. Johnson running. She looked excited, though not exactly
frightened. She cried out as if threatened, her cry hushed, though. She
seemed to be playing a game with someone, like hide-and-seek, maybe. At
her age, that kind of game wasn't likely. She caught my attention for at
least that reason.
Jack, a boyfriend of mine, and I were returning from a late evening
party celebrating our pending graduation and the end of our senior year
scheduled a month or so ahead. Because of the late evening hour, I
didn't want to make my daddy drive over to pick me up. Jack and I could
walk the several blocks along Lindbergh to Peachtree and on to our high
rise apartment complex. We took the short cut through the back way.
That's how we arrived where Mrs. Johnson didn't expect to find us. Jack,
once he saw Mrs. Johnson on the run, stopped and looked, his mouth
agape. Stunned, he didn't know how to take his next step.
Well, he had a point, I suppose. She wasn't wearing much of a bathing
suit if square inches of material is the standard. That bathing suit
couldn't be worn during normal pool hours, not where we lived. The pool
closed earlier in the evening except for those adults who chose to
assume all risks at a later hour. Mrs. Johnson knew that. Her suit
suggested she was taking some risks, all right. As she jumped into the
pool, someone else dove in after her. My first guess was Mr. Andrews. He
didn't have a bathing suit on at all. That's when I felt a little
stunned. I forgot about Jack right then, too.
I knew Mrs. Johnson. In her upper thirties, she has a tough body like
someone ten years younger. That suit of hers couldn't handle her upper
body. When she ran, her hands held her breasts to keep them from
flopping about and probably out. Mrs. Johnson had a husband somewhere.
Mr. Andrews and his wife were both at least twenty-six or more. Why
would a man ten years younger than a woman not his wife be playing so
out in the pool with her at such a late hour? With both of them in the
water, I looked about to see if anyone else was nearby. Not a soul
appeared and the only sounds heard were the excited whispers of the pair
within the pool. They were fighting, almost. It wasn't exactly clear
what they were doing, though, because Mrs. Johnson could have screamed
louder if she felt sufficiently endangered. She was fending him off,
however.
"No! No! We can't be doing this!" That's what she said. Mr.
Andrews didn't pay her much respect. He continued to struggle with her
in the deepest part of the pool. He tossed her suit top toward us. It
landed in the shadows several feet in front of me. Her hand swung out to
slap hard at Mr. Andrews' face. She made a mistake by trying that trick.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her to himself, close. Strong compared to
her, he used his hand to grip the back of her neck. She became suspended
in his grasp. It didn't matter what she did to try to get away.
Mr. Andrews kissed her, against her will. She twisted her face away, her
lips sealed tight in at least that much resistance. He chuckled, moving
his lips on down to her breasts where his hand fondled them roughly.
When he squeezed one tit hard, she stopped all her struggling,
intimidated. "That's better, bitch!" That's all he said as he
released her tit.
He turned and, with a series of hard side strokes, he pulled her toward
the more shallow end of the pool until he got her where he might stand.
With his free hand he grabbed at her suit, deep in her crotch. He held
her suspended in the water that way, his other hand still at her neck.
"Please, Ron, don't do this! My Ron will kill you!" Mrs.
Johnson pleaded.
Her husband had the same name as Mr. Andrews. I guess that's a Ron-Ron
situation if there ever was one. I whispered to Jack, to ask if there
wasn't something we should do. Jack looked irritated with my
interruption of his viewing. He suggested Mrs. Johnson was begging for
it, whatever it was.
"I know he's away all weekend, Janie! You'll take me because you
don't have an alternative!" Ron Andrews was being aggressive, mean,
cocksure.
Gradually, her suit came loose. Mr. Andrews jerked it down off one of
her legs, not caring that it remained suspended from her other leg. As
soon as that hand was free, he put it back between her legs. She made
yet another try to fend off his rough grasp. She kicked at him as hard
as she could but his arm blocked her aim easily. He laughed as she
fought so in vain. His hand grasping between her legs finally quelled
any desire on her part to fight anymore. She was obviously hurting from
his pinching down there. She began to cry over it.
He turned loose of her neck and her upper body sank down under the water
to shut up her cries quickly. Suspended from his hand at her crotch that
way, she splashed about to get her head up out of the water. Every time
she succeeded, he used his grip to foil her chances for a decent breath.
Within a minute more, she became desperate. She gasped hard every chance
she got but she couldn't get enough air, much less free. Eventually, she
pleaded. "I'll do anything... Please!"
He let her float, her face just above the surface of the water. She was
shaking as if filled with terror, deeply afraid, and mightily alarmed
over the prospects of the greater harm she faced. He moved to place
himself between her legs, parting them with his own as she pleaded,
"Please, Ron! Don't do this to me!"
He didn't say one word to her. As he moved closer to her crotch, he
stood up higher in the water and for the first time I could see his
erection. His was the first erection I'd ever seen in my life but it was
easily recognized. He placed both of his hands on her hips, about at her
hip bones, and pulled her body to touch his. Mrs. Johnson's legs were
flying all about as she kicked and splashed to avoid whatever he was
doing. He chuckled more and once, when she might have succeeded in
getting a leg between her and his upper body, he pushed her hips down
until her head sank back under water again. This time, he held her there
almost too long. I started to run, to scream, too, but he let her back
up then, right when my foot got caught up in Jack's feet. Jack
deliberately tripped me. "Don't go, Amy." Jack said,
"He's just playing with her like grown ups do."
Would it upset Mrs. Johnson should I become a hindrance to her playing,
or whatever she was doing? Was she really having fun? I had a real
quandary.
"OK! OK! You win!" She was coughing and sputtering as she
capitulated. He chuckled while his face looked all contorted and mean.
He was obviously proud of his ability to humble her so. When he pulled
her so his cock was touching her, her body curled upwards to see and to
try to reach him, to stop him from going further. As she tried to push
him away, he sank down further in the water to warn her. She got the
idea and stopped her defenses. He toyed with her endlessly then.
Gradually, she relaxed her body and let it fall back into the water, to
float with her face just above the surface. He grinned widely and played
on, his cock just rubbing along her crotch. I thought that might be all
he would do.
He shoved himself hard then and as he did, her head sank down in the
water to muffle her cries. Once so fully inserted, he moved his hands up
along her sides until he could pull her up close. Her head, of course,
came out of the water then. Her arms fell about him, wrapped tightly
about him, as she sought to secure herself from yet another suffocation.
He held her still, not moving. He said something to her, a whisper.
Clearly, she didn't intend to let go of his neck. She had a hammer lock
of the strongest kind she could manage. Then her legs came up out of the
water, to wrap about him as her hips began to stiffen, to succor
forward. She became wildly agitated and then froze still for moments as
her groans sailed across the water. Jack grinned at me and shook his
head knowingly as if that frenzied effort was what he'd been
anticipating all along. Whatever might have been happening right the n,
it was beyond me. I didn't understand with any certainty at all what Mr.
Andrews and Mrs. Johnson might be doing together.
Mr. Andrews pushed Mrs. Johnson to the side of the pool and let her
place her hands along the tiled edge. He began to force himself in and
out of her. She let her legs float and kept her eyes on all that he did.
When in his madness he cried out and stiffened and jerked, she closed
her eyes and let her lower body seize up around him again. This time,
her seizing was far more drastic than before.
Mr. Andrews dropped her body then. He was through with her. She got to
her feet, slapped the hell out of him and swam over to get her suit
bottom. Mr. Andrews laughed in a vulgar manner and simply moved away,
doing the dead man float. Mrs. Johnson didn't seem as mad as I thought
she would be but she was mad to some extent. I couldn't understand her
anger as she climbed out of the pool and looked for her top. Once her
top was back in place, she grabbed a towel from a nearby bench. Then she
sat down on that bench near us, deep in the shadows. Holding the towel
to her face, as if to hide her shame, she kept her eyes on Mr. Andrews.
He was floating on his backside, his limpness obvious.
She blocked our path. Jack and I couldn't leave until she left.
Otherwise, we'd blow our cover. I didn't know if I cared about blowing
our cover but Jack didn't want to leave right then. He was studying Mrs.
Johnson still. She had her legs folded beneath her, her hand placed
between her legs, to sooth the place Mr. Andrews had rubbed so hard.
When she let her towel drop from her face a little, she looked a little
stunned. Mr. Andrews was erect again as he floated about all by himself.
Mrs. Johnson couldn't take her eyes off of him then. She watched him
float that way for a long time.
Mr. Andrews flipped about and swam to the pool's side. He hopped up out
of the water and shook the water off his body before he made his way
along the pool. He headed for the apartment building, even though he was
naked. I assumed his bathing suit must be someplace nearby. Mrs. Johnson
rose up from her bench and walked out of the shadows toward him, her
towel in hand. She startled him. He jumped back in fright until he
recognized her. She held the towel out, her hands grasping at both ends,
as she indicated the towel was for him. He took a cautious step closer
and she wrapped the towel about him as her arms snaked around him that
way. She squeezed him close to her and kissed him on his chest.
Mr. Andrews looked shocked. He placed his arms about her cautiously and
held her as she let go, emotionally. Her body shook as she cried, her
sobbing being loud enough for Jack and I to hear. We wanted to hear
everything. My ears were straining for a signal from them. Mr. Andrews
didn't know what to do to console her. He pushed her away in suspicion.
In irritation with his move, she asked, "If you're so free to play
this way, where's Mary?"
"She's upstairs, asleep. She was asleep before I left to meet you
here."
Mr. Andrews didn't bother to look up at his window to see. He was that
cocksure. I looked up as if I felt he should be doing so himself. I saw
Mary, his wife, in her bedroom window looking at him, steadily. I
couldn't tell if she saw Jack and me in the shadows.
Mrs. Johnson puzzled me again. She asked, "Drop me by my
room?"
"Sure thing, bitch! You like it, don't you? You want some more,
huh?"
He looked even more cocksure when he heard her ask that way. Grabbing
her hand, he pulled her rudely, hurriedly, toward the door to the
building. Jack giggled at the sight of her breasts and buns bouncing as
she stumbled along in maladjusted strides to keep up with Mr. Andrews'
pace.
When Jack tried to leave, I grabbed him and pointed up to Mrs. Andrews'
window. I swear, I saw her wide grin. Rather than being upset, she was
clearly laughing about what we saw. Jack said he couldn't believe his
eyes. Once Mrs. Andrews disappeared from her window, I took Jack's hand
and held it as tightly as I could all the way to our apartment.
Daddy was awake and waiting on me, worried about why I hadn't called. He
was even more worried about my absence from the party when he called to
check on me. I explained my intent to save him all that trouble. Jack
said we got held up at the pool. Daddy didn't look like he believed
either of us. He hugged me just the same and asked if he had our
permission to go on to bed. My good night kiss always sent Daddy to bed,
or so he often claimed.
Jack, content with being unaccused of anything drastic, sat down with me
and together we whispered for an hour about all we saw. He sat there
looking like he knew everything and as if he'd like to do the same with
me as Mr. Andrews had done to Mrs. Johnson.
"That wasn't so hard to take, was it?" Jack asked, like he
knew.
"She was near her death... a couple of times, Jack!"
"Nah! He was just playing her along, making her excited and giving
her an easy excuse to cheat on her husband, see." Jack was so
knowing. He also put his hand on my thigh right then. I pushed it away.
I didn't feel very cozy.
"Jack, I don't have the foggiest idea what was going on down there
at the pool. I guess what I saw is what people call sex. I don't like
the way sex happens, that being the case. She didn't seem to be getting
a fair deal."
Jack looked at me with arrogance in his eyes as he said, "What do
you mean, a fair deal? Sex is about taking..."
He didn't have the experience to deserve that much arrogance, not in my
opinion. As I shoved his hand back away from my thigh once more, I
argued, "What I saw was a one way street, buster!"
"She sure liked it, didn't she? She watched it all happen, right
there between her legs. Didn't you see her reactions?" Jack seemed
incredulous.
That hand was back. I looked at it as he moved it up higher on my thigh.
Then I looked him square in the eye as if I dared him to go one more
inch higher. Jack was a decent boy. He understood my signs of restraint.
Without another word from me, he capitulated, resigned, and took his
hand away all by himself. The poor fellow looked hurt, like he couldn't
have his candy bar right when he wanted it bad. I let him suffer for it
until he showed embarrassment, like I knew he deserved. When his face
was red enough, I kissed his cheek. He knew he was forgiven then and his
composure returned to normal fast enough.
"I don't understand why Mrs. Johnson waited around for more, Jack.
Waiting around was clearly a contradictory behavior, well... compared to
almost all the behaviors she displayed before then."
"She liked it, Amy, she liked it! She wanted more of it, too!"
Anxiousness covered Jack's face as he sought to make me understand his
interpretation.
"Maybe she did but I'm not convinced she had a choice. Can a man
make a woman want something like that? Did her body demand more of
whatever she got from him? Why didn't she vomit or even yell rape?"
"It was just play acting, Amy. That's the way adults play their
games."
"If it was a game, Jack, it is a very dangerous one. Had I been
near a telephone, I might have called the police as I watched them. They
are crazy to play that way. What more reason could a woman have to yell
rape?"
Jack looked stunned. He didn't have an answer. He didn't want an answer
right then because he had an erection. He tried to hide it from me by
placing his hand inside his pocket to cover it. Too agitated to talk
back, he looked at me as if I might soon be laughing at him.
"Jack, if you can't answer that question, then you don't know how
to behave as an adult. You better learn the difference soon."
"You don't understand, either, Amy, why she..."
"You're right, Jack, I don't understand any of it. I'm at best
confounded by what I saw. I believe you are too, but you're afraid to
admit it."
We changed the subject for moments but Jack couldn't get his thoughts
straight anymore. It was time for him to go, anyway. When he stood up to
go home, he tried to hide his erection still but he failed. I laughed at
him for it and kissed his cheek as I thanked him for walking me home.
Jack was hurting, it seemed. He was insistent on mak ing a statement
without words. He wanted a longer kiss and as he grabbed me he pressed
his body against mine. I didn't fight him off like I ordinarily did. I
wanted to feel that thing pressed against my belly like I'd never wanted
to before. Moments later, looking hurt and desperate, he smiled like a
well spurned boy might as I pushed him out the door. He might have
wanted to play like Mr. Andrews with me.
Half the night I stayed awake thinking about that vulgar scene down at
the pool. I made up my mind I would find somebody to talk to about it.
My problem was I didn't know who that somebody could be. I suspected I
might frighten Mom and Dad to death if I mentioned it to them because
sex wasn't something we discussed within the house very easily. There
must be someone about, I thought, someone who would be willing to open
up a little. Somebody could share with me the secret stuff I didn't want
to hear through the rumor mill at school.
Mom woke me up early that next morning. Ordinarily, she would be ready
to leave for work as she woke me like that. That morning, she asked,
"Amy, let's talk, honey."
Mom and I are close. She's the most decent lady I know. Hurting her is
something I want to avoid, so when she said she wanted to talk, I
cooperated. She is important to me. She's always indirect about
important stuff, however. Sometimes I wish she'd just get to her point.
Like that morning, she wanted to know if everything was OK. How could I
answer that question?
"Mom, there's a lot that's OK with me. I'm OK, you're OK..."
"I mean the party, your trip back home, everything go all
right?"
"Mom, get to your point. I'll answer any question you have but
don't ask me to retell what a dull party we had."
"It's not the party, honey. Why were you so long in getting
home?"
I gave her a warning look, like with my eyebrows raised high as my head
pointed down a little. She got my hint immediately and asked, "Amy,
did something happened you think I don't need to know about?"
Well, that's my Mom, see. We had an agreement, long standing. If there
needed to be a secret between us, all I had to do was to claim that
right. She promised to respect my decision as long as everything was
legal. What I had to say didn't fit that category of a decision. I
answered her, "No, Mom. I don't think you want to hear this but
it's not exactly a secret we can't share."
"Then tell me, sweetheart, before I wet my pants!" She was
that anxious.
"Mom, you know Mrs. Johnson, the new lady who just moved in?"
"Sure, honey, why?" Mom's eyes pointed at me, drilling holes
in my pajamas, as if she wanted to see if there were bruises on my body.
"Why? I'm not sure why. Jack and I saw her playing with Mr.
Andrews... in the pool... last night... when Jack and I stumbled up.
Their spouses weren't with them down there, either."
Mom's mouth dropped open. She looked amazed. Then she asked,
"And?"
"Mr. Andrews chased her into the pool. She tried to fight him off.
They scuffled. He forced her to behave. She kicked and cried but she
couldn't win. He pushed her head under the water until she almost
drowned. When she said she'd do anything, he only chuckled. He pulled
her body to his, like this. She was on her back... floating in the
water... She kept on fighting but he played his thing along her crotch
like you said men like to do. She gave up. He jammed himself inside her.
Like a mad man, he pumped himself into her a lot... until he froze and
stopped. Then she slapped him and marched out of the pool."
I looked at Mom then. Her face was white. She looked stunned. Her mouth
was wide open and her breathing was ragged. Her body seemed
uncomfortable as she sat there adjusting her position in her chair,
unconsciously, perhaps. Her hands were grasping at her housecoat,
pulling it tightly about her body. Suddenly, she realized I had stopped
talking. She came to her senses quickly. Stammering, she asked,
"Wh... why didn't you scream... or d... do something to help
her?"
"Jack asked me not to. He said Mrs. Johnson was asking for it, that
they were just playing like adults do."
"D... did you think they w... were just p... playing, Amy?"
"Well, Mrs. Johnson didn't run away after it was over, see. She sat
there on a bench and waited for Mr. Andrews to come out of the water.
She walked over, wrapped a towel about him, hugged him... but she broke
down crying and she kissed his chest. That's at least playing in my
mind. I don't understand what I saw, not exactly. Maybe you can help me
sort this out. I need a lot of help for me to understand all this."
"Then what happened?" She didn't hear my plea.
"Mrs. Johnson invited him to escort her back to her room! He pulled
her along so fast she couldn't keep up with him! Jack giggled... about
her tits and buns bouncing... so wildly! That's when I looked up in Mr.
Andrews' window and saw Mrs. Andrews watching! Mrs. Andrews laughed
about what she saw. Why?"
Mom listened and soon I realized her shock held her still. Her distant
look bothered me. She said she'd talk about it with me later and stood
up to clean up her dishes. I told her I'd take care of her dishes for
her. She kissed my cheek and thanked me for sharing. She was upset to a
considerable degree, I could tell.
Mom closed her bedroom door as she disappeared into her room. I heard
her talking to Daddy as she woke him up. Then a quietness filled the
air. They were late leaving for work. Mom looked more than satisfied as
she left. Daddy seemed to be chipper, too. My tale to her made a
difference in their morning. That idea sparked my curiosity to no end. I
went back to bed and played with myself. When I imagined Mrs. Johnson
jerking about the way she did, something happened. When it was over, I
couldn't move. I couldn't believe what happened.
I really needed somebody to talk to about what was happening, to me. I
didn't know if I could talk about myself, about what happened to me,
with Mom. I know I could have but then I didn't want to admit I'd done
such a thing. I felt like I was in a daze as I made my way to the school
bus stop that morning. Jack and I always arrived early because it was a
nice way to start our mornings, see.
Jack and I waited for the school bus to arrive. We talked, carefully. He
looked like he hadn't slept at all. When I mentioned how my parents
behaved, he grew an erection. He held it in the hand he had in his
pocket. When I told him what happened to me in my bed, he had a spasm.
He messed in his pants. Within moments, I could smell his discharge.
Running home quickly to change clothes, he made it back onto the school
bus right on time. He'd had his most drastic run. He asked me not to
talk any more about what happened. Mr. Andrews' trick, be it a fair one
for Mrs. Johnson or not, had the whole of my life in a state of excited
stress, or so it seemed that way to me.
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