Adventures With Amy - (M/g)

Chapter 2

I stood and took my soaked undershirt to the laundry hamper and dropped it in. I then walked to the table where I kept my address book. I kept all of my student's names and numbers in it. I found Amy's and proceeded to dial the phone. The ringing could be heard on the other end and I fought for the proper words to say. Finally, a man's voice came on the line. "Hello," he said.

"Hello," I said nervously. "My name is John, and I work at the school that Amy goes to."

"Yes," he said, concern in his voice. "How can I help you?"

"It's not that big of a deal, really," I lied to him. "I just have something that I need to discuss with Amy's mother." I really didn't know how to talk to anybody about this, much less a woman! I had to get it cleared up before it became something it wasn't.

"Well," the man said, "Amy's mother is out of town for the rest of the week."

"Is this her father," I asked, sure that she had told me her father had left her and her mom years earlier.

"No," he said, "This is her mother's brother. I'm her uncle Mike."

"Oh," I said. "I guess it will have to wait until she gets home." I thought about where to hide the photographs. Visions of myself in the state pen ran through my mind.

"Hey," the man said after a pregnant pause. "I have full temporary custody, even though I am just an uncle. If it was important enough for you to call my sister, then you had probably better tell me what's going on."

Now I was really in a dilemma. Should I wait for her mother or just get it out in the open now. It was really something to tell her, but I couldn't take a chance on getting caught with pictures of a preteen cheerleaders naked cunt.

Once again, I searched for words. "Can you come over for a minute," I paused, "I have something I need to discuss with you."

"It sounds serious," he said.

"Pretty serious," I told him. He had no idea how serious.

"Ok, give me a few minutes. What's your address?"

I told him where I lived and we said good-bye. I hung up the phone, trying to decide how I should handle it. I walked to the bar this time, pouring myself a shot of scotch and slugging it down. The burning sensation took my breath. I was a bundle of nerves as my shaky hand poured another glass of the liquid fire. I moved to my chair and sipped my whiskey, thinking of what I would say.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and I moved to get it. I saw a man standing there that I didn't recognize. "Mike?" I asked.

"Hello," he said, holding out his hand.

"Hello," I said, my nerves once again taking over. "Won't you come in."

The man walked through the door. He seemed like a nice enough fellow, although I couldn't tell if he was quick to anger. I led him to the living room and we sat down, him across from me on the couch. "Ok," he said after a moment, "what's the little shit done now?" A grin moved across his face, disarming me. I relaxed a bit as I reached for the photos.

"I took the school pictures today. I had them developed and I am afraid Amy was feeling her oats today." Mike smiled, probably thinking of Amy making faces or something of that nature. He reached out his hand and took the packet. "I guess this would tell the tale," as I released it. He looked at me curiously and sat back, taking the photos out of the envelope. I watched his face as he neared the pictures on the bottom of the stack.

"Nice," he said, nodding head as he went through the photos one by one. "Excellent work," he told me. He smiled as he looked at the photos, obviously an admirer of beautiful young girls. Little did he know what was waiting for him as he got close to the end. I could tell that he found the shots I wanted him to see as his face changed almost immediately from one of admiration to total shock.

"What the fuck?" he asked, looking at me.

"Yeah," I answered as I looked at him, the words not coming.

"Damn," he said as he stood. He did a good job of hiding his shock, but his voice told the story. "We'll get to the bottom of this. May I use your phone," he asked.

"Sure."

I sat down and watched as he pushed the buttons. He stood silently as he waited for the party to answer. "Hello, sweetie," he said as he talked. "I need to talk to you. Where am I at," he looked at me. "I'm at a friend's house. Here's the address." He told her how to get to my house and then added, "Dress up nice darling," he said as he finished the conversation. "I love you too sugar," he said as he hung up the phone. "That was Amy," he said as he turned to me. "We'll get to the bottom of this once and for all."

I sat back and relaxed, knowing that the girl had an uncle that was understanding. I had been afraid that he would get angry at the girl and beat the fuck out of her. I offered the man a drink and he accepted and we sat and waited and chatted.

DING-DONG the bell rang. I stood and he said, "It's showtime!" He laughed and I shook my head at his choice of words. "How strange," I mumbled to myself as I reached for the handle and opened it. Just as I had suspected, Amy stood there. The look of surprise on her face was priceless as she realized that I had ratted her to her uncle. "Come in Amy," I said as I took her by the arm and escorted her to the living area.

"What's this about," the young girl asked as I took her into the living area of my home. Her Uncle Mike crossed his arms and stared at her, not saying a word. The girl knew exactly what it was about.

"John has something to discuss with you Amy," he said matter-of-factly. The girl cocked her head slightly, looking at her uncle with a look of genuine surprise. The girl was really good.

"Ok," she said as she sat down and waited for me to speak.

"Mike knows about the photo shoot Amy," I told her, careful to choose my words.

"Yeah," the girl smiled. "We had a cool time, me and the girls," she said relaxing and reclining back in her seat.

"No," I said, "I don't think you understand. He knows about ALL the pictures," I emphasized.

"That's really cool," she said, as she seemed to relax a bit more. I wasn't sure what was going on but I was starting to lose control of this situation fast.

I stood up and took the pictures from Mike's hand and tossed them into Amy's lap. "He's already seen them Amy. He knows that you flashed me your ummm..." I paused, "you know." I was totally embarrassed, not knowing the right words to use with someone so young.

"Oh that!" she laughed. "I thought maybe the pictures turned out horrible or something!"

My mouth must have been wide open by then. I looked over at Mike whose face hadn't changed a bit. What was going on in this preteen girl's head anyway?

Finally, Mike spoke up. "Amy," he said, giving the girl a stern look.

"Yes uncle Mike?" she asked.

"Do you have an explanation for what you did girl?" The little sandy haired girl kind of jutted her chest out as if she were proud of what she had done.

"Feeling frisky," she said, more of a question than a statement.

"Look Amy," I said in total exasperation. "I'm not sure what was going on in that head of yours when I was doing the shoot. In fact," I added, "I don't really care. All I know is that what you have done is wrong."

"Wrong?" she asked. "Why was it wrong?" Her lips went from a smile to a pout. She crossed her arms and pulled her legs up on the couch.

"It's just not accepted social behavior," I said, not sure if that would cut the mustard. "Little girls just don't go, um, you know!"

"Without their panties?" she asked.

"Yes," I told her sternly.

"Why not? You wanted to see didn't you?" My face turned red because she knew the answer.

"Uh no," I lied, thinking about zooming in on the girl's rounded ass cheeks. Oh how I had hoped to get a glimpse of her young ass. I had gotten much more in return.

"Oh come on now John," Mike said. I turned my head and looked at him. "You mean that you had no desire at all to see what she showed you?" For this to come out of her uncle, her mother's brother was the second shock for the day.

"No," I lied. Things weren't going too well now.

"Bullshit!" Amy yelled. The nostrils on her turned up nose seemed to flair. Her baby blue eyes changed to green. "I know you were looking at my ass while I was turned around. I know how all you guys are. All you want is to get a chance to look and touch me inside my panties!" Her anger at being lied to was very evident.

"Amy, I-I-I didn't..," I stammered.

"You didn't what you piece of shit! You didn't touch me?"

"You know I didn't," I answered quickly. Mike was looking at me, trying to read if I were telling the truth or not.

"Well why didn't you?" she asked. "Don't you like girls?"

"AMY!" I yelled. Now it was MY turn to get angry. "Whether I like girls or not is none of your business. What is my business however is the way that you act when you are under my tutorship and I will NOT have you acting like..like..like," I searched for the words.

"Like a whore?" Mike asked.

I stopped and looked at him. That's exactly what she had acted like, but I wasn't going to say it. "Out of line," I said, choosing to err on the side of courtesy.

"Fuck," she said, her emotions going to disgust now. I was having a time riding this girl's emotional roller coaster. She crossed her arms. "He was looking at my ass Mike," the little vixen said. "He wanted to see my ass and he wanted a shot of my pussy. I gave it to the bastard and now he pays me back like this!" With that, she got up, grabbed her purse and walked to the door.

"Amy," I said, "this conversation is not over." Amy just turned to me shot me a finger and slammed out the door. I felt like a failure, as I stood there alone with her uncle Mike.

"That little tramp," he said as he stood up. "I am sorry John. I just don't know what has gotten into her."

"Will she be alright?" I asked, my anger turning to compassion for the confused child.

"Yeah," he said. "She's just got a lot of things going on right now." Mike reached out and shook my hand. "Thanks for letting me know what was going on. I'll talk to her mother when she gets home."

I shook the man's hand. It was a strong hand that gripped mine. "Thanks," I said.

"Sure." Mike walked to the door.

"Hey," I said, "how do you suggest I handle this when I see her at school?"

"Hell," he said, "do what you have to do. She can't get by with things like this." Mike turned the handle and walked out. As the door clicked behind me, I made a beeline to my drink. Again, the liquid burned, shocking my system back to reality.

I sat the glass down and went to my study. I searched for a book on child psychology and began to study it. I would find out how to handle the girl. I had to get her back on track. I had to if it were the last thing I ever did.

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