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Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 01

By: Michael142



Janie's little sister Amy was a pestering little brat and drove us crazy while we dated, but is she now driving me crazy in another way? What am I going to do about Amy? 

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Part One, Back then: 

Janie was the prettiest girl in our high school. At eighteen, she had blond hair like pure spun gold, and the clearest blue eyes you'd ever seen! She was popular and attracted a lot of male attention, but she was sweet and gentle. Her tall and slender frame fit mine perfectly at five foot eight. That meant that in three-inch heels she was nearly my height. 

Many of the athletes and rich boys at school were interested in her, but I am the one she selected. We dated, attended parties together, and she was my prom date twice. As far as I was concerned a sweeter, and more gorgeous creature did not exist on this earth! 

Then there was Amy! Amy was a brat! She is skinny and small, and she has light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Okay, she was also rather cute, by way of saying that she was pretty and sported budding breasts the size of plums. She had a rather attractive petite form with slender and shapely legs. She was also Janie's little sister, and at sixteen she was temperamental; there was always a storm brewing in those little brown eyes of hers. 

Amy was actually attractive to boys, but she didn't seem much interested in them. Amy's main preoccupation seemed to be making my life miserable when I was with Janie. She was always around whenever I visited her older sister. Lovely Janie seemed to be more patient with "bratzilla" than I was, and would make excuses for her. Amy hated me, but I could never divine a reason why. 

Janie could have any boy she wanted but for right now, I was her choice. Was I dating over my head? I thought so even back then, but the prettiest girl was giving me her full attention and I was not questioning my good fortune. My name is Mike and my friends call me that, but I so liked the way Janie made 'Michael' sound musical, that I adopted that as my preferred appellation. 

God, how my heart would beat out of my chest whenever I was close to her. I loved the sight and the smell of her ... the feeling of her soft slender arms around my neck as she tiptoed up to kiss me. She had a way of walking that could only be described in poetry ... I am not a poet, but you get the idea! 

Yup! I had it bad. She had me wrapped around her little finger and she knew it. We had fun, and shared many common interests; she loved old movies and classical music as much as I did, and we went on long bicycle rides. Holding her in my arms was the most wonderful things in the world. If the word love made any sense to us as teenagers back then, perhaps I was in love with her ... or ... at least in love with the idea of her. 

I was a virgin back then, although I was not sure about Janie. I assumed that she was also, and I wanted to be the one to change that for her if she was. As close as we were, and as much groping as we did, I never got close enough to find out. Especially with a bratty little sister interrupting us when we were able to find some amount of privacy. 

For example, one night we retreated to the basement rec room to cuddle and fondle on the couch watching a movie or listening to music. There also was little Amy, up top rolling a coffee can half-filled with marbles down the stairs. The reason of course was just to be an annoying little shit! 

"Oh! Did I interrupt something?" She would say coyly with lots of giggles. 

"Amy, if I catch you, you are going over my knee!" I started to get up, threatening to chase her, and she quickly mounted the stairs trailing rivulets of girlish giggles behind her. 

"You wouldn't dare, 'Michael'!" she turned at the top of the stairs, had her hands on her shapely little hips and spit my name back at me as if it was an insult. 

"Michael just leave her, she'll go away. Come back, I'm getting cold!" Janie's soft sweet voice could get me to do anything! 

After Amy stuck out her tongue at me, I returned to my sweet girl and spooned up behind her lithe form. As I resumed my position, Janie turned around inside my embrace so we could kiss. She has the sweetest lips, and I managed to slide a hand up her blouse and onto one of her firm breasts when I heard, 

"Ew! Kissing! Janie look he has his hand on your boob! I'm going to tell Mom!" It was Amy leaning over the back of the couch watching us ... taunting us. 

I was up and vaulted the couch in a flash, and as Amy started to retreat up the stairs squealing for her Mother. I grabbed her little arm, and pulled her over my knee sitting on a straight chair by the bottom of the stairs. 

"No! Michael! Stop! You can't do this, I'm ... I'm ... just a little girl. I'll tell Mom!" Amy's pleas fell on deaf ears. She kicked and squirmed, so I held her arms tightly behind her back as I started to paddle her behind. They were not hard blows at all, but just firm enough for me to make my point with her and no more. I gave her only five swats, but she screamed as if I was murdering her. 

I noticed what a pretty, shapely little butt this brat had on her as I paddled her, and I was surprised at feeling a little twinge as my hand make contact with her body. I pushed her off my lap onto the floor, and as she rose rubbing her butt, she spit out at her sister, 

"Janie I'm telling Mom! You boyfriend beat me and you are both going to be in big trouble!" 

Janie, against her normal calm nature fumed, and with her teeth clenched replied to her bratty kid sister, 

"If you do, I'll tell Mom what a brat you are being when I have company over, and she'll give you worse that Michael did ... and with her hairbrush on your bratty little bottom!!" 

Amy's brown eyes burned as she yelled back at her older sister, "Brat!" 

"Brat!" Janie counter-punched just as quickly. 

Sisters, right? Janie and Amy had a typical sister-sister relationship, sniping at each other at times, and just being sisters at all other times. With our renewed attentions to each other, and calming my girl down a little, I was able to get my hand inside Janie's panties, and I fondled her sensitive little 'button' to a nice little shudder as we kissed, and groped each other. 

Janie and I dated for nearly a further two years, before she went east to a large university, leaving me at at the local college. I started in pre-law and was doing quite well. I dated some and attended parties, and even got laid out of a couple of them! As I was starting my junior year at the college, I happen see a very pretty, but familiar face on the quad. 

"Hi Amy, how's your butt?" I said to my former bratty little tormentor as she approached. 

"Michael! I was afraid that I might run into you here. I got a letter from Janie, and she has a new boyfriend. He is tall and handsome, and rich, so I guess she will have no further use for the likes of you!" 

"Still a little sweetheart, aren't you?" 

"Not that you will ever find out ... Michael!" My name is seven letters long, but she always makes it sound like a 'four-letter' cuss word! 

She turned on her heels and disappeared into the crowded walkway. It did not escape my notice that Amy had filled out quite nicely in the past two years, and had become quite a beautiful girl, but beautiful poison as far as I was concerned! 

I was dating a couple of girls at that time, but nothing serious ... just companionship, sex, and fun. At the various dances, and mixers at the college I did see Amy, but it seemed that she was always with different boy. Either she was very particular, or they found her hard to get along with. My money was on the latter explanation. I steered clear of her as much as possible but damn, she looked so good all dressed up! 

At the latest mixer, I was with Kathy Miller and noticed Amy from the other side of the dance floor. She was with some geeky little guy that I thought was beneath her notice, as attractive as she had become. I grabbed Kathy for a slow dance, and we tried to move to an area away from adult chaperons, so we could dance a little closer and kiss a little. At one point moving backward, I bumped into another couple. I turned to see Amy looking into my eyes. She was just about to say 'excuse me,' when she recognized me in the darkened dance floor. Before she could react, I said, 

"Oh, sorry Amy, hope I didn't hurt you little ... butt!" It was then that I realized that she would have smiled at me, but her expression dropped as she said to her partner, 

"Ugh! Let's get out of her Henry!" 

As I watched her walk away, I felt embarrassed and ashamed at being so mean. I couldn't let a little girl smile at me? I felt like a jerk! But, as cute as she was, little Amy was nowhere on my radar. 

"C'mon baby, let's dance." Kathy said, pulling me back into our close embrace. She did not say anything about what she witnessed, but Kathy likely just filed it away. 

Kathy is pretty. She has soft silky brown hair and dark brown eyes. She has a couple extra pounds, but it looks good on her, she is very shapely. As I looked back into her eyes, I thought, just for a split-second that they had the same dark hue as Amy's brown eyes. 

"What are you looking at Michael?" Kathy brought me back to reality. 

"Uh, uh, nuthin sweetie, let's dance." 

I slid my hands down to her hips and then around her back as she put hers on my chest with her cheek resting between them. She felt so good in my arms. Her hair smelled wonderful ... sweet ... perfumed. I breathed in her aroma as we danced slowly ... very slowly! 

I like Kathy for her genuine sweetness, and her great sense of humor. I like her voluptuous body, so different from some of the skinnier and bitchier girls I have dated. I can't say that I am in love, but more 'in like' with Kathy. We were, for all intents and purposes, boyfriend and girlfriend but with no agreement on exclusivity. After the dance Kathy and I returned to my car, and as we started off, she said, 

"Michael, can we go to ... you know where?" This was her way of asking me to drive her to Pine Crest ridge, a local shady make-out spot. I gave her a broad smile in response. 

She cuddled up to my right arm in the car, resting her hand lightly on my thigh. We could have just gone back to my apartment for more privacy, but this is more romantic and its more exciting fooling around in public ... well, semi-public. 

We moved into the back seat when we parked at our destination, and we were in a tight clench very quickly. By the time we settled in the back seat, she already had her sweater unbuttoned, with her lacy bra, in view. Kathy has the loveliest breasts: large, round and cottony-soft to the touch. As we made out, I fondled and kissed those magnificent orbs, sucking and pinching her nipples. 

She is not a slut, and I never treat her like one, but she is very generous with sharing her delightful physical charms. Unfortunately, there are parts that are still off limits ... at least for now. As I reached up under her skirt, hoping to liberate her from her panties, she would pull my hand out, and said reluctantly, 

"No, Michael. I want to, but we have only dated a for few weeks ... I would feel more comfortable waiting a little ... please be patient honey... we'll get there." Her pretty eyes searched my face and she continued, 

"You-you're not mad are you Michael?" 

I gently cradled her face in both my hands, looked into her sparkling brown eyes, and kissed her full on the lips, 

"Of course not honey. I won't rush you into anything." 

"Y-You will call me again won't you Michael?" She looked worried. I kissed her and said, 

"Pick you up next Friday night, seven o'clock, the movies. Okay?" I said with a smile. 

She let out her held-in breath, and beaming with a wide smile, she said, 

"Yes, Michael. It's more than okay!" 

She took my hand and placed it on her naked breast, and we spent the next two hours doing just about everything else but fucking. Ah, what the hell; I liked Kathy and could wait for her. She allowed me to fondle anything I wanted to, but stopped short of oral sex and actual intercourse. 

We stopped at our favorite café afterward for a coke and a burger. Kathy is fun to be with, and we had a great time talking and laughing. She is an 'A' student, also in pre-law, and is smart enough to make one hell of a lawyer someday. 

For now, she is my girlfriend and although the word love does not come up, I really enjoy being with this lovely and smart girl. We continued to date through our junior year, and toward the end of it, she did let me fuck her. 

It was wonderful, and her body was incredible. Finally being able to slide inside her soft luxurious body was an amazing turn-on, as she pushed her ass up against my thrusts. The first time we did it, we came simultaneously. We made love often after that, and I have to say ... I just never tired of fucking that girl! 

As I entered my American history class as a senior, I smelled a familiar aroma as a pretty girl sat in the seat just behind and to the right of me. I turned slowly to see Amy sitting in my class. She didn't notice my at first, but then she did. She just gave me a wry half-smile, and returned her attention to the class syllabus we all retrieved from the table as we entered. 

A senior and a sophomore taking the same course is odd since it is a lower level course, but I could not fit it in earlier, and still needed it. I found out that Amy was smart. She always had her hand up and not only had the right answer, but her responses were intelligent and well thought out. After that first class with her, I hurried out of the classroom without looking back because I knew that Kathy was waiting for me in the hallway. We both had a break in our schedule, and were going to breakfast. She embraced me sweetly and we were kissing when I felt a little jolt. Kathy looked up and asked, 

"Did that little girl just bump into you?" 

I looked to see Amy quickly padding down the hall as her short crisp pleated skirt swished attractively. My eyes followed her as she walked away until Kathy turned my face toward hers with her hand and asked, 

"Hey, remember me darling?" then her eyes searched mine with her brow wrinkled a little, "Do you know that girl Michael? She looks like that one from the dance that time." 

"Yeah, she is the little sister of a girl I dated in high school ... she hates me!" 

"Oh!" Kathy said brightly, giving me a smile that said she wanted to know more. 

"She is a brat, and I got so sick of her act one time that I turned her over my knee and spanked her. She has hated me ever since ... she's just a kid!" 

"Well Michael, you were not looking at her just now, like you thought she was a kid!" 

I smiled at her softly, looked into her incredible brown eyes and said, "Have I told you yet how beautiful you look today?" 

She stifled a giggle with her fingers, and said, "Nice save, Michael ... and no, you haven't! Tell me!" She wrapped both arms around one of mine and as we walked away, she pressed me, "Tell me Michael, tell me, TELL ME!" 

We walked down the hall laughing, giggling, and joking back and forth, both very happy being together. I had a wonderful time as usual with her at the café, and I loved listening to her talk. My mind did wander a little, returning to the sight of that little pleated skirt retreating down the hallway, and shapely ass of the little brat wearing it. 

Kathy was right ... I no longer saw Amy as a kid. Hell! Doesn't make any difference since she detests me so much, and I am so happy with Kathy ... for now. After classes a month later, I got a phone call from Janie. 

"Hi Michael! Taking a little break from school, and thought I would give an old friend a call. How about lunch today? My treat!" 

"Janie! It's great to hear your voice! Yeah, lunch is good. Meet you at um, that place we went that time ... noon." 

"Okay Michael, see you there!" 

Janie looked great! She seemed more mature, and dressed in expensive clothes. We talked mostly about her schooling out east, and her career goals. She wants to be a corporate CEO by the time she's thirty, and talked about getting her MBA right after college. We talked back and forth for an hour and a half as we ate and drank. During a lull, she asked, 

"So, how is Amy? I understand you two have a class together." 

"Amy? Why should I know anything about Amy?" I asked, not understand the question. 

"Well, I just thought that you two might have had lunch together or ... something." 

"Amy hates me ... you know that! She would sooner spit in my eye as talk to me!" 

"Michael! You mean to tell me that you never noticed when we were together, that Amy had a crush on you?" 

"What do you mean? She was a pestering little brat. She is your sister, but why would you think that she crushed on me." 

"Michael, haven't you ever heard of Hamlet? Shakespeare? 'The lady protests too much, methinks'? It means that sometimes a girl might resort to inappropriate or, say, bratty behavior to attract the attention of someone she really likes." 

"Sorry, I guess I was sick that day in English literature! Do you remember when I got pissed at her, and spanked her in front of you? All the times she threw things at me, that little girl had it in for me!" 

"That's not what she told me Michael. We talked about it afterward in my room. Her panties were a little moist after you laid hands on her little teeny-butt. Later, she told me that she was embarrassed and mad at the time, but that she tried to be bratty enough for you to do it to her again." 

Janie lowered her eyes and smiled at me and continued, "I have to say Michael, I was a little jealous of Amy for her admiration of you, but we didn't stay together, so no big deal." 

"Well, that's a real mind-blower Janie! She slammed into me in the hallway after a class one day, and just continued on without saying anything ... my girlfriend noticed." 

"Don't you see, Michael? That was classic attention-getting behavior. Amy likes you." 

"Are you saying that I should call her up and ask her out? She'd tell me to go to hell." 

"Yes, under that scenario, I believe she might, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't try to find a way to say yes sometime." 

"Janie, this is Amy we are talking about. Remember her? That skinny little sixteen-year-old that drove us crazy on dates?" 

"Michael, she is not sixteen anymore ... she is almost nineteen, and has become quite a looker." 

"Well, the point is moot, since I have a girlfriend I like." I said hoping to settle the question. 

"I didn't hearhe word love in that sentence anywhere, Michael!" I took Janie's hand in mine and said, 

"Janie honey, you were my fantasy girl in high school and as thrilled as I was to be with you, I guess we never really loved each other either." 

Janie smiled in agreement with me and just said, "Okay Michael ... just saying!" 

We continued with our lunch with a lively discussion, and then I looked at my watch, remembering an appointment, and walked Janie back to her car, giving her a hug and a brotherly kiss on the cheek. 

On the way home, I just could not get my mind around what Janie told me about Amy. I never for an instant thought about Amy in any romantic way, since she was so young when I dated Janie. "She's just an f'ing kid!" I told myself, and in truth, I still saw her as a kid. 

I called Kathy when I got home and made a date for supper that night. Kathy and I have no secrets (at least not from my end), and we did discuss my lunch with Janie. Kathy is not jealous of Janie since she understands that I never had real feelings for my ex-girlfriend. At one point Kathy did ask, 


Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 01



"So, do you think you might have feelings for this girl ... this Amy?" 

"No. It's possible that Amy had a school girl crush on me, but she is older now, and I have seen her a couple of times on campus arm-in-arm with some boys, and good luck to her. No, I do not have any feelings for Amy." 

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Part Two, The present: 

It is now toward the end of my senior year at the college. I have just received notice that I scored high enough on my LSAT to qualify for a spot in a very good local law school. Since Kathy is visiting family in another town for the week, I turn to a friend to help me celebrate. We are going stag to the Spring Fling dance. As we stand off to the side, just talking and taking in the scene, a small girl appears in front of me. I look down to see Amy standing in front of me in a soft form-fitting sweater and a short tight skirt. 

"Dance with me Michael!" She says softly without a smile. Before I can react, she is grabbing my hand and leading me out onto the dance floor. It is a slow song, so we are dancing close. Her aroma is intoxicating ... her hair ... her body lotion ... and just a hint of her natural 'feminine' aroma in the warm gymnasium. 

She doesn't offer any conversation, or even an explanation for her approaching me. We are just dancing. I keep my hands from roaming too far over her petite little form ... with her right hand in my left, and my right hand on her hip. She has her left hand on my shoulder, keeping her head down. Just a standard non-sexual dance pose. 

After a while I softly say, "It's nice to see you Amy, you look very nice tonight. How are things going these days?" 

She does not answer, and when I lift her chin to look into her face, she has tears just starting to form in her eyes. She finally says softly, "I'm fine Michael ... th-things are going well um, with me. Thank you." Then we continue to dance in silence. Toward the end of the song I ask, "Amy, would you like to get out of here, maybe get a beer and a burger?" 

She lifts her face to me and still a little moist-eyed, says, "Yes Michael, that would be nice." 

We walk off the dance floor, I nod to my friend that I was going out with this girl, and he nods back his understanding. I have my hand behind her, on the small of her back as we make our way out of the Gym. We walk the two blocks to a popular eatery on campus, and talk a little, meaning that I would ask her a question, and Amy would supply a one or two word answer. 

It feels wonderful having my hand on her soft firm body, and I can feel a definite 'growing' in my trousers ... just from her aroma and the closeness of her. We find a comfortable booth off to the side and I start a conversation with, 

"Amy, it's so nice to talk to you like this, you look very pretty tonight." 

"Thank you Michael. I was very nervous about asking you to dance with me, but I really wanted to." Then with another thought she adds, "Um, I am not twenty-one Michael, so I cannot have a beer, but you should feel free to have one if you would like ... but I would like a burger!" 

I smile at her, and as she drops her eyes shyly, I say to her, "That's the most you have said to me at one time in four years, Amy. I would like to feel that we can be friends." 

"Oh we are friends Michael ... I feel that we are. I know that I can still be a little um, bratty, but I have not done anything to be spanked for lately." She gives me a smile that tells me that she is joking, trying to lighten things up a bit. 

I get a glint in my eye and reply, 

"Well if you do, just let me know and I would be happy to give you another one!" 

She giggles and her face brightens for the first time tonight. She looks into my eyes directly and says bravely, 

"I would like that Michael." Then she blushes as she continues, looking down and away, 

"I really li-liked it the first time ... w-when I was younger." 

She raises her eyes a little more teary and smiles, causing me to have a little twinge between my legs. I love the way she says my name so sweetly. She smiles wryly and puts her hand on top on mine, 

"Michael, I am so sorry that I was such a little shit back then, but I, um kind of uh, liked you." Then she lowers her eyes and blushes again. She is trying very hard to make it right with me, I think so I tell her, 

"Well, I had lunch with Janie and she t—" 

"—I know, Michael" she interrupts, "she told me about it, and what she told you about me, um ... I did have a crush on you then." 

"What about now, Amy?" 

"Well, you know I am um older and I am uh, seeing a couple of guys now and um—" 

"—What about now, Amy?" I interrupt her, pressing her a little. She is silent for a moment, and then she quietly says, 

"I still do Michael!" She takes a drink of her coke and reiterates, "I still do!" 

I look at her for some time, trying to figure out what is going on behind that pretty brow, as she starts to show a little nervousness. I finally say, 

"I am going to walk you home tonight Amy, it's dark and I would hate for anything bad to happen to Janie's little sister." 

She looks up at me quickly, thinks about what I said and with a small smile growing on her pretty face, she answers, 

"Okay Michael." 

After that, we have a nice conversation talking and teasing each other back and forth. She picks up my mug and takes a drink of my beer. Then she gives me a bratty smile with a little foam on her lips, waiting for me to challenge her. I reach over and wipe the foam from her lips. 

I think for a few seconds and say to her, "You know, I kind of liked you back then too, and as mad as I was at you, I saw something I liked in that little Amy. Hell, I knew that your sister was way out of my league, but although I thought you were pretty, you were too young then. I think I spanked you just to show you some attention." 

She thinks about that for a while, takes another swig of my beer, and says, 

"Well, we can talk about all of this again tomorrow night? Y-You can ask m-me out if you would like, Michael ... (and switching to a sly smile) ... you never know what might happen!" 

I laugh at her potentially sexual innuendo and she laughs also at having the guts say that to me. I nodded my head 'yes' and say, "That sounds nice, Amy!" 

Then she quickly adds, "But you don't get any tonight ... maybe just a goodnight kiss if you are good boy, Michael!" 

We both laugh hard at that comment. She has such an attractively musical laugh, and I was starting to amend my opinion of her, starting to develop some real feelings for her, if maybe just a little. 

After we finish our meal, I walk her back to her dorm building. At the door, she hesitates putting her key in the door and I take that as a signal that she expects a goodnight kiss. I pull her to me with my hands on her small shoulders and kiss her. Her lips are soft and sweet tasting and I get a little electricity as I kiss her. We break our kiss, and she says, 

"Goodnight Michael!" 

"Seven tomorrow night then Amy, we'll figure out something to do; there is a nice film at the campus theater." 

She smiles sweetly slowly blinks her long lashes, and replies, "That sounds nice Michael." 

"Okay then, 'night Amy." I say, as she smiles and retreats into the dark recesses of her dormitory hallway. 

"Fuck!" I say to myself, "What the 'f' am I doing with this little girl? I have a girlfriend I really like and Amy just doesn't fit into my plans." I wrestle with myself, "but on the other hand, she is so sweet and I started to get hard being with her so ... so what the hell does that mean?" I continue my mental wrestling match as I plod home. 

I think about Kathy. "I would die before I hurt Kathy, but while she is gone, it might not hurt to be a little nice to Janie's sister, she was pleasant company tonight, so what the 'f'!" I remember that Kathy and I are not exclusive under any mutual agreement. She goes out with her friends for an occasional girl's night out—I know what happens on those—but have always allowed Kathy her privacy about it, so she can allow me a little too. 

My God, what a load of self-serving rationalizations, I begin to think. The truth is; I like Amy, and I want to be with her tomorrow night! And, it has nothing to do with being nice to anyone's little sister. I spend most of the night thinking about all of the things that might possibly happen tomorrow night. I have a raging hard-on by the time I settle down. 

I arrive at class the next morning, and look in before entering ... no Amy. I take my seat, and look through my assignment one last time since I still have about five minutes before class begins. Then I feel breath on my ear, and a soft voice says,  

"Morning, Michael!" 

Without looking back I smile and reply, "Morning Amy!" 

She eschews her normal seat, and takes the unoccupied one next to me. Shit! She is wearing a short skirt, heels, and showing some cleavage. I try not to notice the fact that she has her unbelievably gorgeous slender little legs on display. Plus, I can see the curves of her breasts—now having grown from plums to apples—as they disappear down into her crisp white blouse. 

We talk about the assignment, and she shows me her essay, all neatly printed out. I read a few lines, and her handling of the topic impresses me. Her arguments are intelligent, and articulate. I try to ignore the view she is presenting to me down her blouse as she leans toward me. 

"Wow Amy, this is great! You'll get an 'A' for sure." 

"Ah, I'm bored with all 'A's'!" She says with a musical giggle. 

She turns and bends down to put her paper back into her backpack, and her legs spread enough to show quite a lot of inner thigh. The guy in the row ahead notices too, but he probably has a clearer 'panties shot' from where he sits. 

He looks away quickly though, when I give him one of those "what the fuck are you looking at?" glares. Amy straightens up, looks at him, looks at me, and giggles. 

I decide to tease her a little, "That's a cute little nothing you are wearing today!" 

She smiles without, looking over at me, and whispers, 

"Thanks for noticing, Michael!" 

The bell rings and the instructor begins his lesson: "The Thomas Jefferson years." Amy whispers "Racist!" referring to the fact that Jefferson was one of eight presidents who owned slaves. I smile, understanding that there is more to him than that, and shush her. 

After class, I gather my stuff, and she leans over and says, "I'm hungry Michael, how about buying me breakfast?" I was actually on my way out, but since I really had no other urgent plans, I say yes to her. She squeals, and wraps an arm around mine as we walk out. She looks over her shoulder at the guy we caught looking up her skirt, and smiles at him as she leaves with me. 

"Well, hello little miss flirt!" I say teasing her. 

"Oh, I am just having fun ... I kind of like guys to look! You looked too Michael!" 

"This sounds like the Amy I remember!" I reply. 

She throws her head back slightly to laugh as we head to the little campus café again, this time for breakfast. She chooses one of the booths with a semi-circular bench, so we can sit together in the middle. Damn! This little girl is making be feel like a teenager again. As she wiggles her little butt in the seat, her skirt rises a little and becomes a pleasant distraction for me. 

I start by saying, "Burger and beer last night, and now breakfast! Tell Janie that she owes me a blow-job for taking such good care of her little sister!" 

"Michael! That's a terrible thing to say!" 

Then she gives me a rather naughty smile that says 'maybe I should give you one myself!' but changes subjects by asking, 

"So, Michael, who is that pretty girl I see you with sometimes? Is she your girlfriend? Do you love her?" 

"Her name is Kathy Miller, and she asked me once how I felt about you ... after you bumped into me in the hall that first day." 

"Oh! And what did you say?" 

"That's privileged information Amy. I'll tell you someday." 

"So, is she ... and do you?" She redirects her questions me. 

"Yes and ... maybe. Kathy and I are currently dating, but we have no real understanding at present. We are at the 'in like' stage." 

"So should I be worried about her ... do I have to 'bump her off' or anything?" 

"Now it's your turn to be terrible! No, you do not have to 'bump her off.' Actually she is very nice and very smart ... you'd like her, actually." 

"Well, tell her not to put me on her Christmas card list just yet, Michael!" 

"She is coming back to campus on Sunday. Maybe the three of us can get together." 

"Well um, let's just play that one by ear!" She looks at me and continues, "Michael ... um, can we get together a couple of times by ourselves before then?" 

"Let's see what happens tonight, Amy. I like you, and you are fun now that you are older, but we have just reconnected, and we should just be friends for now. Don't you think?" 

"Well ... I guess so!" she says grumpily. Then, 

"Michael? Were you a jealous when that guy in class looked up my skirt?" She asks with a devilish smile. 

"You mean you saw him looking?" 

"Yes, Michael, I spread my legs on purpose, but it was for your benefit ... not his." 

"Honestly, I was a little... but just a little." I reply 

"I'll accept that!" She says, and then with a bratty smile, "You know, Michael, there is a guy in the corner booth—don't turn around—who is also noticing, shall I open up a little for him too? He's cute!" 

"Don't you dare you little brat, not when you are with me. If you want to do a strip-tease in the middle of the quad for him later, that's your business!" I reply. 

"Mmm, if I did that, I would really need to be spanked ... wouldn't I? That, is the voice of the little Amy I remember. 

The service is quite good in this place and we have our order, so we put the topic on hold as we dig into our omelets, links, and hash browns. She is right; she is hungry and steals two of my links after devouring all of her own ... skewering them with her fork. Her defiant look as she steals my food is pure 'Amy'! 

We eat and talk, and as we finish, she says, 

"Michael, I have an appointment across town before my afternoon classes, so I have to run. She jumps up and kisses me on the cheek saying, "Thanks for breakfast Michael, love ya!" 

She pushes out of the booth and I look at the back of her lovely legs, and her shapely little butt in her short skirt all the way out the door ... and so do several other guys. Sitting by myself having another coffee, I mutter belatedly, "You're welcome, m'love!" I could very easily get used to using the word 'love' in reference to Amy. 

It is interesting how much I am learning about a girl I wrote-off so long ago, as just a spoiled little brat. I am seeing a very pretty and smart young woman now, who is fun to be with and I am actually looking forward to my casual date with her tonight! 

Perhaps I have misjudged or... 

...oversimplified Amy. 

~ ~ ~ 

Continued in Chapter Two.



Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 02



From Chapter 01: Michael and Amy are having breakfast the the campus café, after their American history class, and looking forward to a date tonight. Michael's regular girlfriend is out of town for a couple of weeks visiting her family. Amy as gone from pest to friend for Michael, as he realizes that she is a more complex person, than the pest he as always considered her to be. He oversimplified her! 

***** 

Reevaluation of Amy. 

Part Two, The Present: (continued): 

I have another cup of coffee at the café after she leaves, with my mind still filled with thoughts of Amy ... kind of a mental after-image I guess you might say! Imagine, obsessing over the little brat that bedeviled all of my efforts to get into her older sisters pants years ago ... with all of our passionate fumbling's, Janie and I never did have sex during our time together. 

But realistically, it had less to do with a pesky little sister, and more with her wish for me to "take love easy," as the poet Yeats would say, and my unwilling agreement with her wishes. In other words, we were simply in different places back then; I was ready—she was not! 

As I think about seeing Amy later today, all sorts of images come to mind. I know that despite all of her innuendoes, she is not going to allow too much intimacy and actually, it is too early for that. So, I decide just to be pleasant and just enjoy her company. She is clever and fun to be with, and I am interested in just getting to know a slightly more mature Amy. 

~ ~ ~ 

Part Three, The Date: 

I find Amy's name among the long columns of names by the outside buzzer of her dorm, and press her little button (so to speak!). 

"Friend or foe?" Says a voice I do not recognize over the squawk box. (giggling in the background) 

"Friend! I'm looking for Amy Phillips." 

"Hello Michael, I'm Judy—her roommate. There is a little waiting area in the lobby, I'll buzz you in." 

Judy buzzes—I enter. I am sitting on a small couch that has seen better days, and is in desperate need of a good cleaning. I am in jeans and a sport coat, so no permanent damage there. I hear girlish giggles on the stairs, and as I look up, I see Amy and another girl that I assume is Judy. 

Amy is wearing a soft button-up sweater and a nice pleated skirt to about three inches above her knees. Judy is wearing a cropped T-shirt with a faded image of Santana on it, pre-distressed jeans, and sports a small silver ring piercing on her lip. Judy is rather pretty, tall, and slender. As Amy approaches, I give her a brotherly hug. 

"Michael, this is my roommate Judy Hotchkins. Judy, this is Michael Anderson." 

I shake Judy's hand. 

"Nice to finally meet you Michael, after all of Amy's stories about you and her sister." She laughs. 

"Well, then you have the advantage of me Judy, but it's nice to meet you! Shall we go, Amy?" 

"Yes, Michael!" She says smiling sweetly, rather like a teenager going on her first date. 

"You kids have fun ... but behave yourselves, okay?" Judy says with a raucous laugh. 

Amy gives her a scowl, and we walk out. I tell Amy that there is a nice flick at the campus theater, and I thought we might see that, and then have a late dinner afterward. 

"Michael, can we reverse that? I'm hungry now. Let's catch a later showing, okay?" 

"Fine by me, doll!" 

She hugs my arm with both of hers as we walk to the campus café. We find a booth in the corner, and move together in the middle of the semi-circular seat. I see a girlfriend of Kathy's across the room and excuse myself. I walk over to greet her, and to head off any potential trouble about my stepping out on her friend. 

"Hi Tammy, nice to see you, are you guys enjoying yourselves?" 

"Oh hi Michael, what do you hear from Kathy?" This is her way of reminding me that I have a girlfriend. 

"Talked to her yesterday, things are going well with the family, as I am sure you know. I have an old friend, actually the sister of an old girlfriend with me tonight, would you and your friends like to join us?" 

Tammy is a bit of a gossip but I am sure she will decline ... as I try to convince her that my date with Amy is innocent. 

"Oh, no, you guys have fun reconnecting. Nice to see you though, Michael!" 

I walked back to the booth and to Amy, and as I slide in, she asks, "A friend of your girlfriends?" 

"You are quick Amy, but yes, Tammy is a friend of Kathy's. I just wanted to fix things so we can have a nice time tonight." She smiles and wiggles her little butt in the seat to show her happiness, but frowns a little and says, 

"Michael, let that be the last time we mention her name tonight. Okay?" 

"Sure! You're right. Let's have fun tonight, just the two of us!" I say as she beams a wide sweet smile and starts to look over the menu. 

The waitress appears, and Amy orders a chicken fingers kind of thing with fries and a beer. 

"May I see your ID honey?" Says the waitress matter-of-factly. 

"Okay then, just give me a coke ... I guess!" 

I order the same thing as Amy including the beer since it seems like a light meal. I am not worried about drinking in front of Amy since I know she will snitch some of my beer anyway. I turn to Amy and tell her, 

"You would be doing me a huge favor if we do not act like we are on a date, until we get out of here, okay honey." 

"Well, seeing as you called me 'honey,' I guess I can control my 'mones ... for a while at least." Then she whispers, 

"But I would really love to take your hand and put it under my skirt and between my legs ... I have very skimpy panties on tonight, Michael." She is not serious, but is just teasing me and I know it. 

"Well okay, see? That's the kind of thing I'm talking about right there, and it is really more information than I need right now, doll-face. How about using that delicate little hand to pass me the salt instead?" 

"Michael, you are really killing my buzz tonight, you know that?" She laughs. 

"Squashing it like a bug!" I smile at her, "But, just for now." 

We talk and eat, and she snitches some of my beer, and one of my chicken thingies. But, we are having a nice time and I am finding that my little 'oversimplified' friend is quite a charming date. Her mix of fun, intellect, charm, and a little naughtiness makes for a wonderful cocktail, and is quite a turn-on. I actually like being with intelligent women since they are more fun and ultimately better, more inventive lovers. 

We manage to put up a good front for Tammy and she mostly leaves us alone. I know that I will have to call Kathy early tomorrow before Tammy does, just to reassure her, so she can enjoy being with her family. I will make a date for dinner with her on Sunday night ... somewhere nice. 

For now, my little date tonight is finishing up on devouring her food, my food, and my second beer, as we are about to head out. I pay the check and leave without any notice of Tammy and her 'crowd.' 

Amy and I walk around the campus for a while talking, teasing, and laughing. At one point, I guess we started holding hands. Not sure when or how it happened, but I am not minding it. We walk down a long and winding path to the overlook, since the movie feature doesn't start for a while. This is a rather remote and private place, and when we reach the quietest part, Amy puts her hands on my shoulders, and tiptoes up to kiss me, but fails to stifle a burb as I smell my purloined beer on her otherwise sweet breath. 

"We're going to have to put you on the wagon, doll!" 

"Oops, sorry Michael ... let me try that again." She tiptoes up again, and places a sweet kiss on my lips. This one tastes one hundred percent better! 

It is not a kiss between friends and it is not a kiss between brother and sister, it is a kiss between lovers. Not between established lovers, but the sweet tentative kiss of hope ... the hope for something deeper but not exactly sure what. As far as I am concerned, Amy is still my ex-girlfriend's kid sister and the jury is way far from in, on my exact feelings for her since I am still Kathy's boyfriend. 

So, this pretty girl might place me on the horns of an ethical dilemma tonight. Good ethical behavior requires that I keep Amy at arms-length tonight. Then, the image of Amy's tiny shapely ass in a pair of skimpy panties flashes in my head. I decide that maybe some amount of kissing, handholding, and light fondling (if that occurs) might be okay. It is much too early for anything heavier. 

I put my hands on her hips, as the aroma of her hair and body scent fills my nose. Her sweater is of the softest material ever. My hands slide up her sides from her hips and onto her back with her pert breasts pushing into me. They are very firm and high on her chest, and I can feel her nipples through the thin material of her sweater. I feel my heart racing as I push her away, breaking both our kiss and our embrace. 

"Time to head back honey," was all I can manage to say. 

She nods and we head back to the campus and our chosen film feature. We walk all the way back to the theater quickly, and in complete silence. 

I pay for the tickets, and Amy enters the auditorium before I do, selecting a couple of seats in a quiet dark back corner. We have a soft drink with two straws, and a small bag of popcorn to share. Amy flips the armrest between our seats back out of the way, so we can sit closer together. 

We become engrossed in the film when it starts. This theater shows a lot of classic films, so we are seeing one with Cary Grant and Grace Kelly. I watch Amy as she cuddles against me, just enjoying the film and laughing at the right places. She leans her head back on my chest and whispers, 

"I love Cary Grant, Michael ... he is so handsome." I just have to tease her and reply, 

"I really like that Grace Kelly ... she is so hot!" then I feel a tiny elbow in my ribs and a smile on Amy's face as she continues to watch the film. 

I have my arm around her, holding the popcorn with the other one. At one point Amy quietly says, 

"Michael, can I see that popcorn for a minute?" I hand her the bag and she puts it on the seat next to her and says, 

"Now you can use your other arm for something else!" 

I get the idea and put both arms around her as she cuddles closer. I find myself eventually sliding a hand onto her stomach over her sweater, just kind of massaging it slowly. My other arm is still around her as she presses closer against my left side. I slowly move my hand under her sweater, massaging the soft skin of her trim little tummy. 

When I tickle her belly button with the tip of my finger, she giggles and I feel another elbow jab to the ribs, 

"Quit it Michael!" she whispers. 

"Oh, so you're ticklish, that nice to know!" 

"Don't you dare Michael!" 

"Remember what happened the last time you said that? You little hiney got spanked." 

"Shhh! Just watch the show!" she whispers with a very amused smile. 

My hand slides up to one of her lovely apple-sized breasts over her bra. The fabric is so light that I can feel her nipples. She moans softly as I massage both of her breasts, and let my fingers play with her hardening nipples. 

"Oh, Michael!" is all she says as she moan quietly. 

I slide my hand up over her bra to her satiny-soft chest, and slide it into her bra, cupping one of her breasts. The feeling is indescribable. She is so soft, but there is firmness to them under the skin that is very arousing. I can feel myself starting to harden as well. 

She must be feeling my condition against her buttocks because she massages my right thigh, then slowly moving it onto my hardening member over my trousers. 

"Oooh, very nice Michael ... bigger than I thought!" she whispers with a quiet giggle. 

At this point, all we are doing is driving each other crazy so I slide my hand out of her sweater, take her hand off my thigh, and kiss the back of it. Then I place her hand on her own thigh with mine on top of it and we just sit and watch the movie. 

We are in such a comfortable cuddle, I can't imagine doing anything to disturb it. I move my lips down next to her ear and whisper, "You smell so wonderful tonight sweetie!" 

She smiles and moans softly and whispers, "Thank you Michael," as I pull her hair back and kiss her on the neck. 

After a while her hand, with mine still on top of it migrates to just below her stomach. From there, I walk my fingers toward the hem of her skirt, which has risen a bit, and when I get there, she slaps my hand and whispers with a smile, 

"Stop it Michael, or I call an usher!" 

I chuckle and whisper in her ear, "Oh, okay tough guy!" 

She smiles without taking eyes from the movie. She is very uncanny in the way she can hit the same spot on my ribs each time, as she elbows me again saying, 

"Shush, Michael, watch the movie!" 

I decide to behave myself, just wrapping my arms around my cute date. She expresses her appreciation with a soft moan. Her fingers massage the back of my hand slowly, and I kiss her on the neck again, but lower down where it curves onto her shoulder. She turns more toward me, and we kiss for several minutes. 

"I love how soft your lips are Michael!" she says. 

Then she turns completely toward me as my hands go around her back. We start to kiss passionately, and I move my hand down to unbutton a couple of her sweater buttons, and massage her neck, then her shoulder, and work my way down to her breasts, again sliding a hand inside the cups of her bra to fondle her sweet little tits. 

Still kissing her, I remove my hand from her sweater sliding it down over her side to her hip, and then up under the back of her skirt onto her satiny-soft buttocks. With all of her moving around, her skirt worked its way up, exposing her firm little ass. She moans softly into my mouth, massaging my tongue with hers. She is obviously enjoying my touch to the exposed portion of her little derriere and curling my fingers to massage her crevice a little, but when I move my hand toward the front of her panties, she removes it saying, 

"No Michael ... not tonight!" 

I put my hand back on safer territory on her hip over her skirt, look deeply into her limpid brown eyes and say, 

"Okay, I'll behave ... promise." 

Then she smiles at me, and I know there is mischief behind it. With her lips close to mine, she says, 

"It's okay Michael ... you are a man so you can't help being stupid." 

"Are you asking for another spanking, Mon Chéri?" 

She moans, "Oh Michael... don't make promises you don't intend to keep!" 

"Let's just say it's one I owe you. And I intend to collect my dear." 

"SHHHH!!" We hear from someone from the next row down, actually trying to watch the movie. 

Changing the subject, she asks in a quieter tone, 

"Mon Chéri! What the heck does that even mean Michael? 

"It's just an endearment. Literally it means 'my darling'!" 

She stops and looks at me intently for a few seconds. We both turn to watch as the annoyed man gets up and moves several more rows toward the front of the theater. She turns back to me with her lips almost touching mine and whispers, 

"Am I Michael? Am I your darling?" 

"We'll see Amy honey! Be a good girl, and we'll see!" 

She wrinkles her forehead, but her confused look quickly melts into one of utter and complete peace and calm. She flutters her eyes closed, then slowly puts her open lips on mine pressing them into me in a very soul-felt kiss. She slowly opens her eyes and sighs, while I recover my senses from that kiss. 

This becomes typical of the intimate banter between us: my teasing, and her gentle insults, followed by one of her luxurious kisses. Amy has soft full lips. Her breath is sweet and her overall aroma adds to the luxury of her kisses. 

We hear the music for the ending credits and straighten up, leaving before the lights come on. 

Still keyed up from the movie and our activities, Amy just wants to walk around the campus a little. We stroll slowly, hand-in-hand, talking quietly. Knowing that I am not completely free of other entanglements, she tells me that she wants to see other boys ... go out dancing with her girlfriends, etc. I agree with her that she should feel free, but I get the sense that this is not what she really wants. After some thought she says, 

"Michael, you know that I have always liked you! You are very sweet and you make me laugh, and I want to see you more. Even if we are not romantic and even if it is just breakfast after class or a late burger and some of your beer after a football game." 

Contradictory? Perhaps, but as I say, I don't think she really means what she says about dating around; just trying to protect her slightly fragile ego. My lovely girlfriend Kathy has Amy intimidated, and she worries that she might lose me. She is just being brave. As we near her dorm, she says, 

"Michael, I am free on Friday night, and if you are too, maybe we can do something ... not in a dark theater, but maybe to a nice restaurant off campus. What do you think?" 

"Sure. I will check one out, and give you a call." 

She takes a pen from her small purse, turns my hand over, palm up, and writes her cell number on my hand. 

"Call me, Michael!" 

We arrive at her dorm, and she reaches up on tiptoes to give me a long sweet kiss goodnight. 

"Goodnight Michael! Thank you, I had a wonderful time!" 

"Goodnight, Amy honey!" 

She smiles, turns, and bounds up the stairs disappearing into the bowels of her building. I walk the three-quarters of a mile to my off-campus apartment, thinking about her with that sweet kiss still tingling on my lips. I think of her pretty face and soft lips, her kissable neck, her hard little tits, and the amazingly silky skin of her lovely little ass. 

I realize that things got a little out of hand tonight, and it is the fault of my wandering hands. I vow to show her more respect until I am sure that I am serious about her, it is only fair. 

It takes me a while to get to sleep thinking about her; a girl I have so completely oversimplified as just a little brat ... a pest ... a nuisance. She is much more than that of course, and some very lucky young man will win her heart someday. I wait until morning to shower, so I can fall asleep with her smell on me. She just got to me more than I had planned tonight! 

~ ~ ~ 

Part Four, The Meltdown: 

It is Sunday morning, and I have spent the weekend catching up on classwork after my Friday night date with Amy, and before the next one the following Friday. But, I am really looking past Friday to next Sunday, when I will again be with Kathy. I have reservations at a very nice place, and I plan to make love to her all night afterward. Thinking about Kathy, her pretty face and luscious body is erasing all thoughts of Amy from my mind today. 

I call her at her parent's house and tell her about my wanting to take her somewhere special when she gets back. I also tell her that I met Amy for supper and a movie afterward. I told her that it was very innocent, but I could hear some concern in her voice. I intended to remove that doubt next Sunday. 

Monday morning brings another American history class with Amy. I notice that she has resumed her normal seat in the row behind me. I look back, and she smiles sweetly at me to let me know that everything is still okay between us. I detect just a hint of darkness in her smile though. After class, she quickly bounds out the door with another girl from the class whom she has befriended. 

Early Monday evening I get a call from Amy at my place. 

"Michael, I am lying here, I have not been able to get you out of my mind all weekend. Can you come over and just walk the quad with me a little? It would be so nice." 

"Damn!" I think to myself, but I say to her, "Okay honey, give my twenty minutes and I'll meet you outside your dorm." 




Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 02



"Thank you so much, Michael!" 

I arrived at her dorm twenty minutes later. I am dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, and she, in jeans and a sweater. She is sitting on the steps of her dorm, but rises as soon as she sees me. She walks quickly to me, and throws her arms around me. 

"Amy honey, is there a problem? What's wrong?" 

"Oh, Michael ... you are going to think I am such a pest. I could not sleep again last night, and when I saw you this morning, I wanted to run to you and kiss you. I quickly left with Jennifer so I wouldn't make a fool of myself." 

"Are you okay honey?" I say as I hold her by the shoulders looking into her pretty eyes, already filling with tears. 

"Michael, I love you. I know it. You just have to love me back!" 

"Amy, you have to get ahold of yourself honey. Let's walk down to the bluff overlook, and you can tell me about it." 

She is distraught. Janie was right; Amy still has a crush on me. But, I just can't throw Kathy over no matter how attractive and desirable Amy is. As we walk, she is muttering about how wonderful I am, and how she fell in love with me when we were together in the theater. I finally get her calmed down a little at the overlook. Luckily, we are alone. 

I settle her on the bench, and put my arms around her as she starts crying openly and uncontrollably against my shoulder. I try to lighten things up a little, 

"We have to stop meeting like this honey, people are going to talk." 

She tries to laugh through her tears, but says, 

"Michael, stop! Don't make me laugh! I don't want to laugh right now!" but then she brightens a little. She looks at me and says, "Kiss me Michael! I need to feel your lips on me." 

She seems a little desperate and needy, but my affection for her as a friend overrides my better judgement. I kiss her for what seems to be a long time as her tears run down her cheeks and mine also. I wipe her tears away as she starts again, 

"Michael, I talked to Janie last night and told her all about our lovely date last week, and my feelings for you, which she already knows, and I just needed her advice, and I—" 

"—Amy, slow down honey ... you're rambling. Tell me what you want me to do." 

"Truthfully Michael," she starts, and then she wipes her eyes with a wrinkled tissue she pulls out of her jeans pocket, blows her nose and then continues, "Truthfully Michael, I want you to make love to me." She waits for that to sink in, "I want you to take me to you place and make love to me tonight." 

"Okay Amy, I can't do that, but you can stay with me tonight and let's see if we can get you calmed down a little. I'll cook you a nice dinner, and we will kill a bottle of wine—you are your close enough to legal honey. Once we get there, we will figure out what to do ... maybe I'll give you a nice relaxing massage." 

"Oh, Michael that sound so wonderful, you are so sweet! I'm sorry I am such a mess!" 

"You have to understand that there are things we can't do, but we'll figure it all out. You're a friend and I'm here for you, Amy." 

"Okay Michael darling!" 

I look her over: this lovely little girl with her incredible brown eyes, and lithe sexy little body, and hard little apple tits. I would love to take her home and make sweet love to her all night long, coming inside her several times, but that is not going to happen. That would not help her very much. So, I give her my hand and help her up from the bench. She immediately pulls herself up on tiptoes and kisses my again. 

"Let's go honey." I say softly as I lead her back to my place. 

All the way, I am thinking, "What the hell am I doing? This girl needs to do some growing up; she is sweet and as a friend, I love her, but what am I proposing? Feed her and get her drunk? Well I am not going to do the latter exactly, but I do want calm her down enough to be able to help her. The only other option is to blow her off, which I am not going to do." 

Once there, I put on some music—smooth Jazz—and pour her a glass of Chardonnay. She starts to drink it, and I say, 

"Sip it hon ... sip it!" 

I sauté up some veggies, and angle-cut up a spicy sausage, stirring it all up with olive oil as I boil some spaghetti. When it's done, I plate the pasta for her and ladle on the simmering veggie-sausage mix. 

"Eat up darlin'! If I know you, you are probably ravenously hungry ... you always seem to be! Where you put it all in that tiny little frame of yours, I do not know!" 

"Yes, Michael I am ... thank you so much for being so nice to me. I know I have been a little pest to you in the past, but I-I want to make up for it." 

"Well, I have no choice Amy, I like you. You are a sweet person and you've grown on me just lately. Plus, you are Janie's little sister, so I will always look after you for her." 

"Mmm, the dinner was so good and I love the wine, but it is making me a little dizzy. I think we should settle down." She says. 

I take her into my bedroom. I explain to her that I am going to give her my bed, but want to give her a relaxing massage to help her sleep, so I need her to lie naked face down on my bed. 

"There are a couple of bath towels in the bathroom. So strip, and put the large one on the bed to lie on, and the smaller one to cover your intimate parts over your back. Call me when you are ready." 

"Michael you are not going to take advantage of me are you? I mean it is okay if you do, but I just want to know, cuz I'm just a little ... a little fragile right now." She looks at me with her beautiful liquid eyes wide. 

She wasn't making any sense—probably the wine—so I wait out in the hall for her to undress and to lie on my bed. 

"Okay Michael ... I'm ready." I hear as I wait for her in the hallway. 

I walk in and she is naked, but lying on her stomach with no towel covering her, treating me to the sight of the most delicious petite little body, I have seen in a while. I get a little electrical twinge down south just looking at her, and again when she turns her head and smiles at me. 

"Michael, I couldn't get the small one on me right, can you do it honey?" 

I oblige her, and with the towel quickly covering her from mid-back to just below her butt, I get some body oil, and start with her neck and shoulders as I straddle her. 

I can feel the tension leaving her as I press deep into her flesh. I work my way down her back to just above her buttocks and switch to her lower legs working her calves with deep massages, and slowly working up to her upper leg muscle series. The larger leg muscles need a lot of strength to work out the kinks. 

"Oh Michael, you have such wonderful strong hands, when are you going to do the front?" 

"We are just doing the back tonight dear heart; we will save the front for another time. My Mother was a masseuse, and taught me how to work with muscles, so I know how relaxing a massage can be. She always said that if you get a good massage often, you will never need an aspirin." 

"Well your Mother taught you pretty well, because I feel wonderful. Frankly, I would actually prefer making love, but this will do for now." 

I laugh and reply to her, "Well I am glad you are happy hon, because you are not getting ... the other thing ... not tonight anyway! But now for the fun part ... for me anyway ... we have to do you glutes!" 

"Glutes?" 

"Glutes! Otherwise know as you little hiney ... you bottom ... your derriere ... the back of your front!" 

She laughs at that, "Oh Michael, you are so silly! But, feel free to massage anything else interesting you find down there!" 

"Anything?" I tease, 

"Yes Michael ... anything! Use your imagination my dear!" She says with a musical little giggle. 

I am happy to see her spirits lifting as I fold the towel down just a little, and press my hands into the small of her back. She has such beautiful flawless skin, that I am anticipating going further. I move the towel down off her buttocks, but covering her sex for modesty, and start a slow deep massage of her flawless little ass and trying to remain professional about it. 

"Oh Michael, can you do this every night to me? I love it ... you hand are so strong!" 

"Let's just see how it goes tonight." I reply. 

I continue to work my fingers deep into her her glutes, taking my time. I let me hand slip into her crevice a little, and she gasps as a finger accidentally brushes across her little ass-pucker. I have her open her legs a little, as I continue to work inside her upper thighs, massaging the muscles without touching her vulva. I can notice that she is getting wet from this treatment, and then to finish up, I smack her on each of her buttocks, and cover up her lower regions. 

"OH!" she gasps as she feels the hard smacks. "Am I getting a spanking tonight Michael?" 

"Well you probably deserve one, but the smacks are just to bring the blood to the surface to warm your muscles. But, I have to say I enjoyed it. You can use the shower, and get dressed for bed now. If you like you can wear one of my T-shirts ... it will cover you like a night gown." 

"Okay Michael, thank you honey!" 

There seems to be too many endearments floating around between us tonight, but she is a sweet girl and I do have a lot of affection for her. I throw a T-shirt on the bed next to her, and exit the room for her to get ready. 

"You can get settled down or join me in the living room for a night cap if you like." 

"Okay!" 

I hear the shower running, as she washes off all the oil that did not soak in, along with a lot of frustration from earlier. I went into the living room and picked up a textbook with some music, just for background noise ... Bach ... Goldberg Variations ... boring, but good background noise. I hear the shower stop, and assume that she might just slip into my bed for the night. I already have a sheet over the couch, with a blanket and pillow close by for my own use. 

Amy pads into the living room dressed in my T-shirt, extending down to about four inches above her knees, and nothing else. She is drying her hair with a towel, and then just 'swamis' it around her head, tucking it in to hold it in place. She is lovely, and my cock jumps a little at the sight of her. 

"A little more wine would be nice Michael, if you don't mind!" 

"Sure honey, come sit on the couch." 

She walks over to the couch I just vacated, and sits very daintily on the edge with her knees together. I bring two glasses of wine and say, 

"Baby, we can get as drunk as we wish tonight, because we are both blowing off our classes tomorrow, and I am going to take care of you ... any objections?" 

"No, Michael, that sounds so wonderful ... thank you!" 

"My pleasure honey!" 

How I will to get through this night without wanting to fuck her, I have no idea with my rod always semi-tumescent around her, but I am willing to try just to be there for her as a friend." 

As I return from the kitchen to refill her wine class, I find that she is curled up on the sofa fast asleep. I carefully pick her up, and carry her into the bedroom and place her gently on the bed. I slip her between the sheets, and cover her up with the quilt. She turns over onto her side away from me without waking, and I sit on the bed watching her sleep for a while. 

I feel like a big brother, watching over a little sister. She looks like she is about twelve, curled on my bed so quiet and serene. I smiled to myself as I admire her angelic countenance. I am developing strong feelings for this little girl I had so ignorantly considered as just a little pest. She is much more than that. She was intelligent, funny, sweet and sexy ... yes I can see that she has the capacity to be an amazing lover ... if not for me ... for someone. Even more, she will make an excellent companion for some lucky man. But, she is a little immature just now. 

I walk back into the living room after turning the light off in the bedroom and closing her door. Stripped to just my boxer briefs and T-shirt, It is dark and quiet and I fall asleep quickly. 

The next morning a warm body pressing up against mine awakens me. Amy joined me under the blanket on the couch sometime during the night. But, it seems that her T-shirt had worked itself up uncovering her little butt, and she has it pressed up against my groin. My morning stiffy is pressing into her ass crevice, and I move quickly to change my position, and cover her up. 

I get up to make some coffee, leaving her on the couch. Working with the coffee maker on the counter I am surprised once more by a pair of diminutive hand appearing around my middle. 

"Morning honey, did you sleep well?" I say to Amy, who is hugging me from behind. 

"Yup, very nice and I feel much better. But, um I think ah, I might need another massage later, the one last night wore off." 

I turn to see a pretty smile starting to beam across her florid little face, with her hair still tousled but her big brown eyes shining. As I smooth out her hair for her, and affectionately run my fingers along the line of her jaw I say, 

"It just wore off did it?" 

"Yup! It did Michael ... I need a new one!" I laugh at her shaking my head, and say 

"Be a good girl and we'll see!" 

I hand her a cup of coffee as she settles on a stool at the counter; she holds it in both hands, looking at me over the rim. Her eyes are wide, like little brown saucers. Her T-shirt rises as she settles in her seat, exposing much of her smooth slender thighs, nearly to the top. I pretend not to notice. 

"Amy, why don't you get dressed again, and we'll go out for breakfast, and if you want a change of clothes, we can stop at your dorm. You can stay here today, and later we can talk about what will happen after that. I am still a little worried about your state of mind doll-face." 

"Okay, Michael. But, I really am okay, and the stuff I arrived in is good enough for now." 

We take my car and find a nice café off campus, and we have a pleasant and lively conversation as we eat. Amy's spirits seem to have lifted, and she can really go back to her dorm, but I want to be with her for one more day ... just to be sure she is okay (and because I want to be with her). While we are at the restaurant, my phone rings, and it is Kathy. 

"Hello Michael dear, what's up?" 

"Just having breakfast the the 5th Street café with Amy. How are things there?" 

"Things here are just fine Michael; tell me a little more about what you are up to at the 5th Street café." 

"Amy had a meltdown yesterday. She is a friend, so I am helping her over it." 

"Oh!" 

When Kathy says 'oh' so brightly, it means she wants more information. I tell her, 

"Sweetheart, I know what that 'oh!' means, and there really is nothing more to it. If I tell you that it is purely innocent, will you believe me honey?" 

She hesitates for a couple of seconds (seems like longer to me) and then she softly and earnestly says, 

"Yes Michael, of course I believe you!" 

She is aware of the fact that we are not married or engaged, and do not even have anything like an agreement to be exclusive. She is also aware that I have always been straightforward with her (perhaps more than she has been with me). I didn't have to tell her I am with Amy, she would never know ... but I would. 

"Baby, I can't wait until Sunday to see you. I have reservations already at the Lexington (four-star restaurant) and I also have a very private reservation for two at my apartment afterward!" 

I feel fortunate to have a Father who is a successful local businessman; he supports me at school, and pays the bulk of my rent for the apartment. The rest comes from my part-time job ... he insists on my having at least some skin in the game. Kathy quickly replies, 

"Michael, I miss you so much and am excited about both reservations ... but am looking forward to the second one most. Take care of your friend and think of me often until Sunday. Be good, Michael!" 

"Mmm, I am already thinking of you way to much honey. Have a good time with your family, and ... you be good too!" She giggles into the phone and says, 

"Bye Michael!" 

"Bye Kath." 

Amy cocks her head slightly to the side like a curious puppy and she says, "Are we going to be good tonight Michael?" 

"Yes Amy ... we are going to be good." 

"Does that include another wonderful massage tonight?" 

"Maybe!" 

"Frontal?" 

"Possibly, but non-sexual ... just a massage!" 

A devious little smile starts to form on her face, and I brace for whatever is coming next. I do not have to wait long and as the smile builds to its climax and she says, 

'Buzz killer!" 

"Yes ma'am!" 

"Not wham-bam thank you ma'am?" she asks, as her devious smile turns sexy. 

"No ma'am!" 

"Michael, you are not going to call me 'ma'am' all day, are you? If you are, I'm going back to the dorm!" 

I laughed, enjoying the way her mind works and I reply, "Okay, my sweet, lovely and clever little friend!" 

"Better, Michael!" I see her brow furrow a little and she asks, 

"Michael, can we not mention Kathy again today, and just have it be the two of us?" 

I smile and nod yes, as her best sweet smile spreads across her face and we continue our meal. Amy is very expressive, and I have already identified many of the smiles she uses for various purposes. The conversation is nice, and I try to inquire about the health of her emotions after yesterday's meltdown, and my soothing massage. She gives me answers that are purposefully vague. 

We rise to leave, and she pushes her body up against mine clasping my shoulders with her hands, tiptoes up and kisses me. Then she spins around, and slides her jeans-clad ass against my crotch leaning back against me. I put my hands on her shoulders and propel her forward toward the door whispering to her, 

"We are being good today Amy honey, remember?" 

Her scoff informs me that she thinks 'good' is boring. Actually, I agree with her, but I am keeping my word to Kathy. I give her a couple of affectionate little pats on her behind. She turns with a smile looks me up and down and says, "M i c h a e l! " 

We decide to have some fun and go bowling. I am a fair bowler, but she is the most 'neo' of neophytes. We bowl a couple of lines; she averages about sixty for two games, and I average one-eighty-five. 

In the eighth frame of the second game, she gets a strike and jumps up and down clapping her hand, and she runs to me and leaps into my arms and wrapping her arms and legs around me in a full body hug. Her child-like joy of life is natural, and is one of the things that so attracts me to her. 

I said before that the man who gets her, will be a very lucky guy, and right now part of me, just a small part, wishes to be in contention for that prize! I told her that as a reward, I will try to work one tiny naughty touch into our massage tonight ... but just a tiny, semi-chaste one! She tells me that she will take what she can get, and we both laugh about it. As I walk to the line for my turn, my heart is beating faster. 

On the drive home, she spends the whole time fiddling with all of the radio knobs and buttons trying to get some music out of it, but instead turning the radio into a gnarled mess and driving me crazy. Finally out of frustration I ask, 

"What are you? Six?" 

"Michael, I'm just looking for a good station!" 

I shake my head as we arrive back home. Amy bounces out of the car and runs to the door waiting impatiently for me to open it. We enter my apartment, and sensing that she is still keyed up from the bowling, I suggest a late-afternoon run. 

"Michael, I can't run in stiff jeans!" 

"Well ... if you don't mind, I have a pair of running shorts and a top that might fit you. They were left behind by an ex-girlfriend, who is about your size and they are clean, I think. I do not have any clean panties for you though, so you have to either wear the ones you have on, or go without on the run." 




Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 02



"Michael, how many ex-girlfriends have you had?! Well, okay, get them and I will change." 

I come back after a few minutes having changed into running shorts and an old T-shirt. She is already down to her bra and panties, having unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and tossing them on the couch along with her top. 

She sees me coming and I tell her she can change in the bathroom if she needs to. She says, "No need!" unhooks her bra sliding it off her arms, and tosses it on top of the jeans. She is suddenly aware that I am intently watching her strip, and staring at her tits. She smiles, and slowly pulls her panties down her hips and ass. 

She is doing a strip tease for my benefit, wiggling her hips as she slowly lowers them to her knees. Then looking directly into my eyes with an even smile, she lets them fall to her feet. Opening her legs as she steps one foot out, she uses the other foot to fling her panties in the direction of her other clothes on the couch. 

She misses, but not by much. She casually walks over to me completely naked, and pushes her tit up against me as she snatched the garments from my hand. She turns around and her naked butt is pressing into my crotch. She strides over to the couch, with her legs spread wide enough for me to see a little of her pussy. 

She stretches her arms up and lets the top slip down onto her shoulders. Then she turns away from me, bends at the waist giving me a wonderful view of all of her charms from behind, and steps into the shorts. She takes her time wiggling them up over her hips, and looking deeply into my eyes with a wantonly sexy Mona Lisa smile, and zips them up. She looks down at the crotch of my shorts, starting to expand noticeably, and gives me a very satisfied smile. 

"Amy, the next time you do that, I just might take you up on your innuendos, and make you back them up with some ... action!" 

"Let that thought just be our sexy little secret, Michael!" 

I moan with a pain in my groin as I am about to burst from my shorts. I have seen Amy mad, sad, hurt, joyful, and worried, but I have never seen her so sultry-sexy before. This is a new side of my oversimplified friend. 

I recover from my momentary blue-balls, and we hit the door for our run. As we start out on the road, memory of the sight of her tight little naked form crowds every other thought from my mind. Now running behind her, I notice that she pulled her shorts up enough to show the bottoms of her pretty, little butt cheeks. 

We run at an easy pace for four miles as we talk, and joke, and laugh. She expresses her surprise at my declaration after her strip tease, and I apologize for it, but she tells me that it is no problem, and she was actually amused, and a little turned-on by it. I joke telling her that maybe we need two naughty touches tonight, to which she giggles profusely. As we run, we pass several young men who notice the brevity of Amy's shorts. After the run, Amy takes her clothes into the bathroom, and changes in private after her shower. 

She comes out dressed and ready for whatever comes next!' 

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Continued in Chapter Three.



Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 03



From Chapter 02: Amy and I go on our first real date, with a lot of kissing and touching. After a weekend apart, Amy freaks, and has a meltdown, so I take her in for a couple of days to help calm her. I get her calmed with a whole body massage. The second day (Tuesday) continues with this chapter after a busy day dining, bowling, running, and loving. She shows me what a charmer she really can be, and my admiration of her deepens. What will come next, I haven't the foggiest clue! 

Please note that all names are fictitious, and are not meant to refer to any real person. All characters are over eighteen years of age. 

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My Dilemma: Janie or Amy ... or Kathy? 

Part Four, Round Two with Amy: 

Amy is ready to spend a second night with me. It seems, after the active day we have had, that it might be a rather sedate evening for us tonight. My promised second massage will likely take place later to get her relaxed for sleeping. I am thinking about my off-handed promise of an inappropriate touch or two during tonight's massage, and I know that Amy is likely counting on it. But, what the hell ... how much trouble can I get into, really? 

As I begin to make dinner, I am thinking about a conversation I had with Kathy's friend Tammy at the café the other day. Her motive is unclear, but I always thought that she had an interest in me, and would pursue it if Kathy were not around. So, there I sit having lunch by myself and Tammy comes in without her 'crowd' and plops her ample butt down at my table. Tammy is pretty and intelligent, but she is what you might call a shapely 'plus-size.' 

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"Hello Michael, mind if I join you?" she said with a bright smile. 

"Sure Tammy, no problem." I say wondering what is going on behind those dark blue eyes of hers. 

She orders a light lunch when the waitress arrives, and we engage in conversation about mundane things, but I notice that Tammy carefully avoids talking about Kathy, until later in the conversation. 

"Michael, have you ever heard of Jason Nesbitt? 

"Um, yah. I guess so." I answer. 

"Well, um Kathy knows him too. I fact because of his 'reputed size,' she asked me to introduce him to her. Jason and I went to the same high school." 

"Well, he has a reputation amongst the jocks as well ... what do they call him ... the stallion?" I respond. 

Tammy giggles and blushes a little. "Yes. He would make a Shetland pony jealous from what I understand." 

"So, Tammy, what interest does Kathy have in Jason, and why would you be telling me this?" 

"Oh Michael, Kathy was just curious, you can't blame her after all, and I don't think she was with Jason more than once ... maybe twice. But, I know that she misses you during her visit home, and will be happy to be back on Sunday." She hesitated for a moment and then said, 

"Um, Michael, I was thinking about going to Silvia's party on Friday, and if you don't have any other plans, uh, I was um, wondering if you might like to go um, with me." 

There it is! Her reason for trashing her friend, she wants to move in on Kathy. Tammy would be a fine date, she is attractive and smart, she has a great deal of sex appeal with her pretty face and large boobs, and she has a lot of friends, but she is just a little too devious for my taste. I told her, 

"I actually do have plans for Friday Tammy, but thanks for the invite, sounds like fun, but maybe another time." 

"Oh, okay Michael, Um, I just thought you might be lonely with Kathy gone, but no big deal, and as you say, maybe another time." 

We talk about a few other things, but Tammy finishes her lunch quickly, and leaves with a "thank you" after I offer to pick up the tab. 

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Later, dinner prep with Amy is underway, and I am still thinking about my lunch with Tammy, and her information that behind my back, my "girlfriend" fucked the guy with the largest cock on campus ... as far as anyone knows. The rumor is that he is packing twelve inches, and has been very popular with the girls on campus. I just figured that my girlfriend would not be one of them. If Tammy's informing did not help her, I might just help Amy. I may be making a decision I have been leaning toward for a while. 

I start making some rice, steaming some veggies, and broil a couple of good-sized chicken breasts. Amy is helping by selecting the wine to go with it. She selects a Pinot Noir, which is a light red wine, and not a bad choice. I set her to the task of chopping the veggies after she pours both of us a glass of the smooth Pinot. Amy is almost twenty, and nearly old enough for alcohol, so her having some wine is okay with me in private. With our tasks complete to the point where everything is cooking, we two friends clink wine glasses and toast each other. 

She turns her glass around with her lip print toward me, and offers it to me for the toast, and I do the same with mine—kind of a vicarious kiss you might say. I have a lump in my throat looking down into Amy's lovely brown eyes. We both recognize the heavy romantic element to the moment we are sharing in silence as I watch her eyes glisten a little. She breaks the spell of the moment by softly saying, 

"Michael, I love you! You know that I have loved you since I was fourteen. If you picked me up right now and carried my into the bedroom, I would let you make love to me. I know that you have always thought of me in only one dimension ... as just a brat ... just Janie's kid sister. But, I am much more than that! And all that I am Michael, I am offering ... to you." 

I look at her for a long time, as my look of surprise melts into a loving smile with my own eyes starting to glisten. I see tears form in Amy's eyes, and I know she is worried about what I might tell her. I have to be very careful about what I say to her, so trying to organize my thoughts, I start out with, 

"Amy, you are lovely person. You are smart, you are joyful and playful ... and you are quite a sexy girl. And yes, your heart is a deeper ocean that I ever gave it credit for ... I oversimplified you and I apologize for being such a fool. Perhaps I oversimplified your sister Janie too, considering her just 'arm candy' back then." 

I take a breath and with Tammy's information in mind, I continue, "Hell Amy, I don't really know what love is, do you? I know for certain that I care for you ... I care very deeply for you, Amy. Let's just see how things go tonight." 

Amy is riveted to every syllable I am saying as I put down my glass, I gently place my hands on her shoulders and tell her, 

"Amy, I honestly do not know my true feelings for you. You are such an attractive and sweet person, and God, you are such a blast to be with! We have been at different places for so long, and I am racing to catch up ... it might not be too long honey." 

Amy quickly moves her fingers to her cover her mouth to stifle her bursting out in tears. She swallows hard, clears her throat, and after many seconds gives me her reply. 

"I will wait Michael..." she takes a moment to keep from crying, "...I will wait for you ... as long as it takes for you to ... figure it out. Down deep you love me Michael ... I know you do and I will..." now she does start crying, but pushes herself to finish, "...I will wait for you to ... to realize that!" 

Amy bursts into tears, and then rushes to embrace me. She drops her wine glass—a thing no longer important to her—as the wine curls out of the glass, attempting to escape before the glass crushes against the floor. Her body smashes against mine as her crying echoes through my apartment. 

I smooth her hair and kisses to top of her head, as bitter tears fall from her eyes. She looks up at me and her face is a sheet of salty tears. I pick her up, lay her on the couch, and give her a loving kiss on the forehead. The oven buzzer goes off, and as Amy lies on the couch drying her tears and trying to regain some composure, I quickly rescue the chicken, and turn off the burners for the rice and vegetables. A mundane task, but it necessarily interrupts a very heavy moment between us. 

Each of us says what we need to say and no more, so we eat in silence, broken only occasionally by a softly spoken word or two or a gentle touch. Amy steals a chunk of my chicken with a naughty smile, and I give her a look that says, "Really Amy?" But, I know that she will always steal from my plate, it is becoming an endearing trademark of hers. When we finish, we quickly clean up and put things away and I say to her, 

"Wash your face, undress, and then wrap yourself in a towel, and I will give you a nice massage." 

Without saying a word, she disappears into the bathroom. Two minutes later, she reappears in nothing but a towel wrapped around her. I already have a large towel spread out on the bed for her lie on. As we approach the bed, she says, 

"Turn your back, Michael!" several seconds later she says, "Okay!" 

I turn around to see Amy lying face down on the large towel with her smaller towel lying across her, covering her from lower back to just below her butt. I wash my hands; get the body oil, and mounting the bed next to her start again with her neck and shoulders, expertly pushing into her muscles. She moans occasionally. 

I work my way down the center of her back, then back up working the larger muscles of her back and sides. I switch to her lower legs; she is moaning with pleasure and says, 

"Oh, Michael! Do you know what you are doing to me!" 

I smile as I lift the bottom of her towel and seeing her growing wetness, I am safe in saying, 

"Yes!" 

"Michael! That's cheating!" 

I laugh and continue up to her hamstrings and the sides of her thighs. I fold her towel back to work the tops of her glutes, then down further covering her sex, to work the lower portion as my hands push deeply into the larger muscles of her firm buttocks. When I am satisfied that they are well worked, I fold her towel back up ever further completely off her buttocks. She looks back over her shoulder and asks, 

"Is this is going to be the naughty touch Michael?" 

I just smile as I slide my fingers down the crease, massaging her cute little asshole with a fingertip, teasing her just a little as she moans, "Oh, my Goddd!" I let my finger explore her soft opening a while to give her a pleasurable little massage of one of her most intimate muscles. ` 

"Oh that feels sooo good ... Michael, you are such naughty boy!" 

Satisfied with my handiwork to this point, I give each of her ass cheeks a hard slap to bring the warming blood to the surface. She gasps with each slap! I say to her, 

"I will turn around again for you to rearrange yourself however you wish on your back my dear." 

I hear her shuffling around, and after ten seconds, she says, "Okay, Michael!" 

Turning around I see my lovely little girl lying on her back with the towel over her body length-wise, covering her from just above her breasts to just below her vulva. When she raises her arms to put them behind her head, her breasts raise a little also, exposing the tops of her areolas with her nipples just peeking out from under the edge of the towel. I smile, and adjust the towel to cover them. 

"Aw, Michael! Spoiled sport, I was giving you a little treat!" 

"Thank you for that, honey! You have very lovely little nips!" 

I go back to work on her frontal massage, starting with her scalp and facial muscles, working my way down her neck, shoulders, and the top of her chest muscles. Since the towel exposes her sides, I continue with her arm muscles, top first then bottom for each arm. She giggles as I work her armpits a little, and proceed down her sides. I find a ticklish spot or two, and she reacts when I press into them. 

"Open your legs a little, honey." 

She opens them with a sexy smile, and I scrunch to bottom of her towel together to expose her hips but not her crotch. I work my way inside her hips, and her lower abdomen, the hollow of her stomach just above her pubic bone. She is moaning both from the relaxation and a bit of sexual arousal. 

I work her feet and all of the little muscles, move to her lower legs, and then with more oil I move up to her quads—her large thigh muscles, digging deep into them to relax every tension point and work out the knots. Amy tells me it feels good, but her face registers a little pain from the deep pressure into her muscles. 

"There! You now have a brand new massage, and since we did both sides, it should last you a little longer. Don't you think?" 

"I don't know, Michael. They seem to wear off pretty fast with me, and I may need a new one before you know it!" (giggles) 

"Well, truth be told, I like massaging you, so I really don't mind that they wear off so easily!" 

We both laugh! I see her thinking, the wheels are turning and I know something is coming; I do not have long to wait for it, 

"Um, Michael? You know what else has worn off, is um, the sp-spanking you gave me some years ago. It wore off and I um, need uh, a n-new one of those too!" She says this to me quickly and nervously or she would likely not have gotten it out. 

I looked at her and she has a hopeful look on her pretty face ... one that says "please!" 

Before I can answer, she pulls her towel off, giving me a good look at her naked bod. She is absolutely gorgeous with her petite curvy shape, apple tits, and pretty, but now swollen and wet pussy lips. She waits to give me a good look at her, and then the little exhibitionist moves to my dresser to retrieve my hairbrush ... the large one with the flat, hard, wooden back. 

She hands it to me, lowers herself over my lap as I sit on the bed. Her pouty little ass is pointing up at me so attractively; I smooth my hand over it. I gently let my fingers slide down her crevice and across her exposed pussy (she moans softly). She looks back and up at me saying, 

"Michael, I know that you took it easy on me because I was a little girl, but I have been so naughty lately that I think I um, need it ... harder!" 

I go along with her little game, by saying back to her, 

"Amy, you have been a bad girl, and I have no alternative but to punish you. You know that this will hurt you more than it will hurt me!" She giggled nervously at my turning around the old saying, 

"Yes, Michael. If I get it hard enough, it might help me to be a good girl." 

I am having trouble not laughing at my little imp, but keep a stern look on my face and stay in character as the angry father punishing his little girl. 

"I am going to have to give you ten—" 

"—Twenty, Michael!" she interrupts. 

"—twenty strokes on your little bottom with this hard wooden brush. You have been a naughty, naughty little girl!" I almost lose it and burst into laughter, but stay in character. 

As I touch the cold backside of the brush on her warm butt, she gasps. I bring my hand back, and brought the brush down on her tender little ass with a loud "THWAP!" 

She cries out in pain, with each successive blow. I try for a good clean slap from the brush, but I start out easy so I don't hurt her. After five blows to each cheek, she is starting to cry, and after a few more, she was sobbing loudly and profusely as she kicked her legs and tried to cover her bottom with her hand. Her pretty ass was absolutely glowing at the halfway point, and I could feel the heat. She was crying inconsolably, with her hands held together on her back. 

"Michael! Stop ... please! It hurts too much!" She is now crying a hard as it is possible for her to cry, with sobs and hiccups interspersed. The girl was in true agony at her own insistence. After those first ten strokes, I see that her little bottom has sustained more than enough damage, and forego any further "punishment.' 

I toss the brush onto the bed, reach back for a bottle of lotion with a lot of aloe, and slowly massage her damaged butt. As I release her hands and she uses them to cover her eyes still crying hard, trying to recover some semblance of composure. I had taken it so easy on her when she was sixteen, that all she felt was the arousal and not much pain. 

I think we both underestimated the amount of pain a hard wooden hairbrush can deliver with only ten strokes. When she is able to speak, she says, 

"Oh Michael, it hurts sooo much ... I didn't think it would be so bad!" 

She gets up and straddles my lap facing me with her legs around me and then she throws her arms around me sobbing hard into my shoulder. I can feel myself starting to get harder with her pussy resting on my bulge. I have both of her ass cheeks in my hand, and the other one on her hip trying to console her. I am still massaging her butt, with my middle finger naturally slipping down between her cheeks and onto her sopping pussy lips. I massage her with my finger and slowly slip it into her. 

She pulls back a little to look into me, and framing my face with her tiny hands and her lips close to mine, she softly and quietly says, 

"Michael, please fuck me!" 

I can feel her shudder a little after she says that to me. I detect a little nervousness on her part, and maybe a little embarrassment for being so bold telling me exactly what she wants. Amy is a good girl, but I have never heard her use the 'f-word' before. She is telling me exactly what she wants, leaving nothing in doubt. 

She massages my cheek with her hand as her other one gently cradles the back of my head. As I look at this tiny girl with her red, somewhat puffy wet face, my heart goes out to her. It's as if all of the confusing feelings I have had for her over the years finally click into place. I know exactly how I feel about her. 

"You know that I love you Amy! You even said it ... and I do!" 

Her chin starts to tremble as she begins to cry again. I adjust my cock, which is starting to become very uncomfortable. She notices, and moves to pull my briefs down and off with my help. She straddles me again, and massaging her little ass, I use two fingers to spread her inner pussy lips. I am amazed at how tiny her opening is, as I start to work the tip of my cock into her. 

I work about half of the tip into her slowly as she winces a little at the thickness of it. Being inside her soft tight pussy for the first time ever, is the most incredible feeling. She starts to wiggle her ass on my hard thick shaft pushing down further as it gets comfortable for her to do it. It is not long before she shudders into a nice little orgasm. 

"Oh-my-God, Michael, you fill me up so much ... It um, hurts a little!" 

She pushes me back on the bed still partially impaled on my cock, she pushes down further onto my shaft. Finally, I get most of it inside her tight little vagina. She is leaning forward supporting herself with her hands on my chest. I can see her little tits jiggle as she moves up and down. 

"Oh Yes!! Michael!! Oh-my-God!!" She is almost screaming and she continues to ride me. 

I pick her up and place her on the bed on her back as I begin to stroke smoothly into her. She pushes her tight strong form up against me, matching my strokes exactly. She becomes very vocal as she tells me exactly what she wants and how she wants it! Our mutual efforts to fuck each other continue, with precision as I hold her through about three orgasms, and building to one of my own. I grab her hips as I get close, and thrust hard and fast as I explode inside her, with more intensity than I have ever felt with any woman. 

I just can't let go of her ... I have to hold her as tight as I can as is push into her. I do not want this to end, and she is convulsing wildly from her final orgasm as I come inside her sweet, warm little pussy. I am out of breath, breathing so hard. All I can manage to say is, 

"Oh ... my God ... Amy ... Amy ... oh ... God!" 

She has gained her composure more quickly than I did, and giggles as she replies, 




Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 03



"Oh Michael, you silver-tongued devil, you!" We both laugh. 

"Silver tongue or not, you have amazed me once again my dear, I have never felt this with any girl. It's just a simple message Amy ... elemental really: I love you!" 

Her chin starts to tremble again as I speak, and she bursts into tears when she hears those last three words. Her body is shaking against mine, as I continue to throb inside her. I pull her up onto me, working my legs out behind her and just hold her as she cries with joy. Her first instinct after she calms down is a predictable one, 

"Michael, feed me ... I'm hungry! Then I want you to make love to me all night long ... all night Michael!" 

I hold her for a long time as I eventually soften and then we separate. She races me into the kitchen, and wins easily. I watch this lovely and joyful nude girl jumping up and down with her arms waving and tits jiggling, celebrating her win. I just have to laugh. As I make some coffee, she stoops to clean up the mess made by her discarded wine glass. I look over at her kneeling naked form as she sweeps up the glass into a small dustpan with a little brush, and wipes up the wine she spilled earlier. 

I just watch her! 

My heart is filled with admiration ... with love for her; the feeling scares me a little. I have never felt this way with any girl ... ever! 

After I feed her, we return to bed. We kiss, fondle, play, and make love for hours. I lost count of her orgasms. Because of her immense amount of energy, she is also intensely sexual. 

We return to classes the next day, both of us tired but happy. We are having breakfast at the café after our history class, and I notice that Tammy is there with her crew of sycophants as well. She notices us sitting close together in our booth, and I lean over and say to Amy, 

"Kiss me baby!" 

She smiles, and noticing Tammy's group out of the corner of her eye, frames my face with her hands looks deeply into my eyes, and kisses me long and passionately. Tammy's face reddens, and she turns away. Amy and I giggle loudly. We walk out with my arm around her. Amy flexes her fingers in a small wave to Tammy and smiles as we depart. I lower my hand to her ass, and give it a couple of light pats before we hit the door. 

"Michael, you are so bad! I almost feel sorry for poor Tammy ... almost!" (She giggles) 

Amy moves in with me the next day for the rest of the week so we can work on our class projects together. 

~ ~ ~ 

Part Five, Amy and Michael's week together: 

~ ~ ~ 

I found out (through a couple of sources) that Kathy fucked the campus stud, not twice, as Tammy indicated, but regularly over the time we were together. I also learned over another quick lunch with Tammy while Amy went back to the dorm for a change of clothes, that Kathy reconnected with an old boyfriend during her visit home, and not only gave herself to him nearly every night, but was actually in bed with him one of the times she called me. 

My beautiful and voluptuous, so-called girlfriend lied to me big time. This is the point at which I walk away from a relationship. I cannot abide faithlessness; I had been honest with Kathy about everything I was up to with Amy. 

~ ~ ~ 

Amy was not happy about my lunch with Tammy, but I told her that I received some needed information about Kathy. She figured that it helped her, so she let me off the hook with just a slug on the shoulder. 

"Michael, I had a feeling about that girl!" She announces.I start to laugh a little and tease her, 

"Oh, you had a feeling about a girl you've never met?" 

"C'mon Michael, I met her, kind of! She is not for you ... I am! Don't tease me!" 

"But honey, you are so much fun to tease." 

"Oh, Michael!" She punches me in the arm again, with her hard tiny fist. 

The next morning (Wednesday), after her shower, she pads back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her, and one around her head like usual. I take the one from her head and as she sits on the bed, I dry her hair for her—a ritual with us. As I finish, I reach down and kiss her sweetly on the cheek. 

"Let's raid the kitchen, and then we can settle down to some work." I say. She responds, 

"I don't want to settle down, I want to play. I want to play with you, and I want you to play with me ... with my body. Let's take the day off darling!" 

"We have too much to do honey!" I respond. 

She frowns a little, and then she brightens and says, 

"Okay, but I need to have you again after breakfast!" She lowers her eyes and blushes at being so direct. 

I find out that Amy has a very high aptitude, with an IQ around 170 (compared to my 142). And, with her physical attractiveness, energy, passion, and joy of living, she has powerful assets to offer a man. This became clear during our first week together, working on our papers for our class. 

At breakfast on that Wednesday morning, we plan our strategy for completing our assignments. We make love after breakfast, and then get more of her stuff from her dorm. On the way back, we stop at the library to gather reference and research material we will need. 

What also becomes clear right away is that Amy had amazing research skills, but I am the better writer. We determine this without argument as we start to work together smoothly on our projects. As if guided by some invisible force, we move forward through the work, like intermeshing gears on the same machine, with the same goal during this first time working together. We agree on all research techniques, and even finish each other's sentences as we work. 

What fireworks there is between us Wednesday and Thursday, we settle in an embrace, or with a soft kiss. Even Amy remarks on how well we are starting to work together. She is standing behind me, dictating research as I write, and I can feel her sweet breath on my neck and her tiny hand on my shoulder, making it hard for me to concentrate. We decide after several hours of work, to take a break. 

The only worry I have is that we get a call, and it is for Amy. It is a boy neither one of us knows, but Amy takes it in private. I have no idea what they are discussing, but hear a little giggling and she says "Yes, sounds delightful!" at one point. I find out later that dear sweet Tammy gave Amy's name to a boy she knows named Ben, likely to make sure that distracting Amy somehow creates an opening for her with me. 

Sure enough, Amy asks for Thursday night off to head back to her dorm, and I am just guessing she has a date. I do not know for sure, and I would never pry into Amy's private affairs. It is early in our relationship, and essentially none of my damn business. I know that Janie is in town, so I call her to make a dinner date for Thursday night. My date goes well with Janie, as we talk intimately at dinner, and afterward we go dancing at a local club. 

I do not spend the night with Janie, but I get the idea from our touches and kisses, that she has renewed interest in seeing me romantically again. I don't see Amy until about noon on Friday. She seems to be floating a little, but I don't ask, and I do not tell her about my date with her sister. 

We work a little more independently, both writing our own papers, and not working together much. We get all of our work done for Monday morning's class. During the times when Amy becomes irrational or 'female,' I just walk away, taking some time out for another cup of coffee. Whatever storms brew in those dark brown eyes of hers dissipates relatively quickly.` 

On Saturday morning, she packs up to return to the dorm. I drive her, helping her in with her stuff. Judy is happy to have her roommate back, and informs her that she has a phone message, without going into any details in front of me. 

There is no guarantee that we will get back together any time soon. Her new friend, curtesy of Tammy, invites her out to the movies again on Saturday night. Since she feels a little betrayed by me, she accepts wholeheartedly. I call to check on Amy Saturday night, and end up talking to Judy. She meets me for a cup of coffee at the café and relates what she and Amy discussed after I dropped her off: 

~ ~ ~ 

Amy asked her, 

"What if what Michael and I had last week, was just a fling? What do I do, Judy?" Judy tells me that she responded with, 

"Amy darling, the only thing you can do is what's best for you. Whatever you do honey, do not pressure Michael. Men are stupid and that spooks them (I frowned at that remark). You have an advantage until the end of the term since you see him every day in class. Try cornering him for breakfast after, since you both have a break in your schedules. But continue to see Ben if you want." Judy told me Amy's answer was, 

"Mmm, I know, and I liked seeing Michael every morning, and I will have to walk a fine line and not spook him. Ben is nice, but he is not Michael! What about flirting with another guy in class to make him jealous?" 

"My advice darling, don't do it. It may make him jealous forcing him to make a move to keep you, but he may feel that you have moved on from him, and he will not want to be in your way. Michael is a good guy that way!" Then Judy tells me that she summarized her advice with, 

"Amy honey, in the final analysis, just be yourself and enjoy life. I think he is in love with you ... he said as much, so be natural and sweet with him, and flirt with him if you want. That tells him that nothing is changing." Amy's response was, 

"Yeah, thanks Judy, honey! That makes the most sense ... just what you said. And, my wearing lots of short skirts, and low-cut blouses!" Judy takes a drink from her cup and tells me that they both laugh loudly at that! 

I thank her for sharing all of this with me. Judy is not concerned about me necessarily, her main concern is for Amy, and thought that telling me what is in her heart might help us. Judy pulls herself up to her full height, Kisses me on the cheek, and whispers in my ear, 

"If you break her heart, I will hurt you Michael!" 

~ ~ ~ 

Part Six, Sisters: 

Amy and I have not seen much of each other outside of class during the next week. I love her, but she seems to be dating around a little, so I do not interfere. I saw her a couple of times with a boy I can only assume is Ben. They sit close together and talk quietly, and seem to get along well. She either doesn't notice me, or is ignoring me. It hurts a little, but I am pleased that she seems to be happy. I cancel my plans with Kathy for her return to the campus, based on Tammy's information. 

I think that Amy might have been a little freaked by the intensity of our week together, and just wants a little space. On the next Wednesday night, I am sitting alone in my place reading a textbook, and listening to the TV which is on just for background noise, and my cell phone rings. 

"Hi Michael it's Janie what are you up to honey?" 

"Mmm, just a little reading for my IR class, how about you?" 

"I had a long talk with Amy, and she spilled the beans about your week together, it all came tumbling out like she thought I was going to torture it out of her. I am just wondering if we can get together for dinner some night ...I'll buy, okay?" 

"When did you have in mind Janie?" 

"Oh, how about Friday night ... it's a non-school night. Seven o'clock?" 

"Sure. Where do I pick you up, you folks?" 

"Yes, Michael. Um, for now, don't mention anything to Amy." 

"Fine, see you then hon." 

After class the next day, Amy asks me out to breakfast after class. She asks me if I am busy this weekend and if we could get together, maybe to a movie again. We settle on Saturday night. Amy is afraid to ask about Friday night worried that I might be with someone else. I smile a little thinking about being with my sweet and petite little one again. 

Janie looks stunning when I pick her up at her parent's house. Her Mother answers the door dressed nicely. Marsha is forty-five, tall and slender, and it is quite clear where her daughters get their good looks. Marsha is pretty and shapely for her age. She gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek as I enter. 

"Janie will be down in a moment, Michael. You look very handsome tonight, how is everything going with you ... how's your Mother?" 

We chat briefly waiting for Janie, and Marsha looks into my eyes as we talk, and gives me a smile I do not quite understand. The spell is broken as Janie descends the stairs. 

She is wearing a very stylish, but very short tight dress, and four-inch heels. I always liked her beautiful long legs, and they were certainly on display tonight, that's for sure! I say goodbye to Marsha, and our way to the car, I say to Janie, 

"Wow honey, you look good enough to eat!" 

"Do I really, Michael? Well hold that thought, we can discuss that later." I laugh. 

At dinner, we talk about our lives, about Amy, and about her parent's impending divorce (which might explain the look I got from Marsha). I already know from our date a week ago, that Janie has been dating someone she met at grad school. Janie was in my high school graduating class, but completed her bachelor's degree a year early, and is already working on her MBA; the girl has plans. 

"Well, I had been dating him for a while in between living in the library, and attending classes. I went over to his apartment early one night, and found him in bed with another girl. Apparently, he has been doing this for a while, so I dumped him. I thought about you, so that's the reason for the call. You look very nice tonight, Michael!" 

"Thanks. Janie, I am happy for your call no matter the reason. I just found out that my girlfriend fucked my best friend—ex-best friend actually, she fucked the campus stud several times, and also an old boyfriend back home, so ... so much for catching up, right?" We both laugh over our mutual romantic stings. She says, 

"Michael, can we go dancing tonight after dinner, I feel like just getting out a little, I always thought you were such a good dancer." 

"Well I am a good dancer! I think we are done here, so let's go." I pull the chair out for her; give her my hand to help her up and she rises into a hug and a kiss on the lips. 

At the club, the band is good—not great, but the music is danceable. We are dancing most of the numbers. During one slow number, and I notice Janie's dress sliding up a little to show more leg and with her arm around my neck, it rises a little further until the dark band at the top of her stocking's is exposed. 

She has to know that she is showing a lot of leg, but I am not sure if it is for my benefit or if she is advertising to some of the other guys in the club. I notice that a few of them are watching us as we dance—watching her, really! 

I decide to test the waters by sliding my hand down over her pert little ass in a darkish corner of the floor, with no objection from Janie. She looks up and gives me a shy smile, as her lips part and melt into mine. We are sitting out the next dance, when a young guy walks up to the table, looks at me, and says, 

"Hey dude, do you mind?" He is indicating his desire to dance with Janie. 

I tell him that the lady makes her own decisions, He asks Janie, and she nods yes. 

So, he takes her hand and she follows him onto the dance floor. Janie makes sure that they do not stray too far from me, and she tries to keep her hemline under control. 

The guy starts to take advantage anyway, sliding his hand over her ass—grabbing it, and trying to get under she dress. Janie tries to fend him off, but he is persistent as she continues to try to remove his hands from her ass and breasts. All of a sudden, the guy feels someone grab his wrist and twist it pulling him away from Janie. He looks over to see me with a nerve pinch on his wrist, and I say to him, 

"Thanks 'dude', I'll take it from here." I push him away as I release the guy's wrist. He comes back at me and I warn him off with a hand pressed to his chest, and the guy disappears muttering something nasty about my parentage. 

A little shaken up and in tears, Janie is very impressed by my coming to her rescue. As we continue the dance, she presses her body as close to me as she possibly can, and I have my hand on her back pulling her in tight. She squishes her large firm breasts against my chest, as she slides her tongue into my mouth. I can feel some real sexual fire in this upscale young woman's body. 

After that dance, we decide to leave the club. At my car, I push her up against the door, and she pulls me into her kissing me hard as I slide my hand up her dress, pushing it up nearly to her hips. I pull her wet panties over her slender ass and down her legs. 

She helps me by stepping one foot out of them and spreading her legs; I unzip quickly, and slide my now very hard cock up inside her wet and willing pussy. Greatly turned on after that last dance, I fuck her hard up against the car, as her naked ass squishes against the cold metal of the car door. She is pushing hard against me to get me in deeper, wrapping a leg around me. Anyone walking by would be able to see her pussy, and my cock pounding up inside her. We do not even check to see. 

It takes a scant four minutes of hard stroking before we both shudder to a climax nearly simultaneously. I come inside her pussy as I grab her buttocks, squeezing them hard to keep myself deep inside her. I hold her through her dozen or so violent convulsions. We remain motionless for a minute or so, to the last few shudders. 

"Michael, please take me home ... I mean to your home, so we can do it right. Michael, I liked it, um ... hard, and I will always have a pleasant memory our first time ... doing it, but want you to make love to me nice and slow ... all night long!" 

"Sorry Janie honey, I was just overcome by your beauty tonight. You are an amazing girl, my dear, and you deserve more respect than this." 

"Thank you Michael, and I am looking forward to our sweet lovemaking but, um..." she gives me a naughty smile that looks exactly like Amy's naughtiest smiles and continues, "Uh, if you are recovered Michael, um ... how comfortable is your back seat?"  

Without another word, I smile broadly, and escort her into the back seat of my car, and fuck her hard and rough again before we drive to my apartment. Janie and her little sister have something in common after all. Janie straightens herself out, and she looks like a junior CEO again in the front seat. Then about halfway to my place, she breaks her professional demeanor, and bursts out laughing, covering her mouth trying to stifle it. 

"Michael! Did you ever in your wildest dreams ever think that sweet wholesome little Janie would be a backseat hoe?" 

"That's not who you are sweetie, but I am glad that we found that little hoe in you. It makes you a more complete person, and ... anytime you need a little backseat magic, you have my number!" 

"Michael!" She jokingly scolds me. 

Then after a thought, she reaches over and stuffs her very aromatic panties into my shirt pocket. She covers her mouth again and giggles as a red blush dances across her cheeks. I notice that as she does that, and settles back, her long legs are askew enough and her dress as raised enough, to give me a view of her lovely pussy. 

At my apartment, standing in my bedroom, Janie starts to unzip her dress but I stop her. 

"Let me do that for you honey!" Without saying a word, she smiles and turns her back to me, looking back at me over her shoulder. 

I slowly draw the zipper down sliding my hand down over her back and over her ass. I put my hands inside on her shoulders, and smoothing them down her arms, sliding her dress off her gorgeous form as she kicks it off her feet. I unhook her bra and she turns toward me, shakes her shoulders letting it slip from her breasts and drop to the floor. Since she has already removed her panties and made me a present of them, she is standing in front of me stark naked except for her sheer stockings. 




Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 03



She allows me to look at her ... to look at all of her, as she wears a sexy smile I had never seen on her face before. I let an involuntary, "Oh my God!" escape my lips. Her smile deepens and she slowly nods her head softly saying, "Uh huh!" 

I am struck by the similarities between her and her Mother, tall, slender, large breasts, and pretty face. I pick her up in my arms and place her on my bed. I slide my hands onto each side of her thighs, one by one to slowly pull her stockings down and off. 

Janie is lying on my bed completely naked wither legs open, and breathing fast and shallow as I slide my hands up the length of her long silky legs. I am at the apex of all of my wet dreams of Janie, now finally coming true. She gasps as I touch her high on her buttery-soft inner thighs. My high school dream girl is lying on my bed, naked and breathing hard waiting for me to enter her. 

She shivers as my fingers brush lightly against her pussy lips. She is not just moist ... she is very moist, and I have to have my taste of her! She gasps, taking in a breath that she cannot expel, as she feels my breath on her sensitive and engorged nether lips. I kiss her sweet musky intimate parts. 

Her little clit tastes amazing as I gently suck it into my lips flicking my tongue lightly over the tip. She finally finds a way to exhale, and continues to breathe in very audible short gasps and soft moans, as the tip of my tongue slides just inside her moist crevice. With all of the activity of our dancing and screwing, she is very aromatic, and her female stink is very strong ... very intoxicating. 

She shudders, and I can feel her body convulse slightly. As I nervously slide my quivering tongue more completely inside of her lips, she squeals into a sweet orgasm as she coats my tongue and lips with her juices. My mind begins to reel with the experience of tasting and smelling this amazing statuesque beauty. This experience, a long time in coming, is well worth the wait! 

I slide my hands under her buttocks, lifting them off the sheets, and slide my tongue onto her sickly-sweet smelling puckered opening as she moans through another series of shudders. This girl is in another world ... and so am I. Time, and space, and planets hurtling through their courses, are not a part of that world. My world is contained, for one incredible moment, between two long slender satiny-smooth legs. I continue to lick, and suck, and bite her sweet pussy for what seems like an eternity. As my tongue touches her clit, I feel her convulse through a third orgasm, as she babbles incoherently. 

I move up her body, massaging her mound, her stomach, and I place kisses on that little dimpled spot where her ribs meet, and then her lovely full breasts and engorged nipples. I kiss her throat, then finally her sweet lips. She licks her sweat and feminine juices from my lips and mouth, like a hungry kitten, as she takes in her strong female smells. 

"Oh, Michael! Why have we never done this before? I always knew what a sensitive lover you would be." 

I smile as I kiss her eyelids as she closes them for me to kiss. 

"I am just happy to be here with you now Janie, honey ... I have waited so long for you!" 

"I need to feel you Michael ... I need your wonderful cock inside me!" 

Then looking directly into her eyes, and as our lips crush together, I slide my cock all the way up inside her, in one smooth stroke. After her initial shudders, I start long smooth strokes in and out of my incredible Janie. I decide to take my time with her ... and we do have time. She seems not to exist on this planet as I make love to her, long and smooth. 

What world she is in, I do not know. When I get close, I increase the strength and depth of my strokes ... just before I stiffen she comes again, and I come inside her through her convulsions. Nothing else exists to us but our two bodies; connected, entwined, and shuddering to a final ... breathy ... dead ... calm. Her eyes open and she giggles, 

"Michael, I have to pee!" 

"T.M.I. doll!" 

She giggles at that, but hurries out of the bed and into the bathroom. I lie there for a while on my back just thinking. Janie is unbelievable in bed. She is responsive and sexy. I never rate my lovers against each other but thinking about it now, Janie is better than Kathy is, but I love Amy's petite tiny hard little body, perfect skin, and her unbounding energy and immense appetite for sex. Janie is lovely, responsive and ethereal, and Kathy is sweet, warm, and lush, but Amy is alive and in the moment. Each girl is amazing in her own way. I include Kathy, because I am sure I will hear from her again, and maybe soon. 

Amy has the most child-like expression on her face as she climaxes. Realistically, from a man's point of view during sex, most women have a child-like visage to some extent. Amy will be damn hard to give up if it ever comes to that, I have to be very careful not to chase her away ... and ... not to chase Janie away either ... not just yet! 

Sisters ... can you believe it? Every man's wet dream! Then for just a split-second, and because of her resemblance to her oldest daughter, I flash on Marsha ... naked. 

Amy is often in my thoughts, as I remember how we worked so closely and smoothly together on our papers ... like our minds were in sync ... working so well in tandem with someone I really like. I keep coming back to my little oversimplified girl and her haunting round brown eyes and impish smile. 

Janie and I end up spending the whole morning together, she has on only a long T-shirt of mine and I am in a pair of jeans with no briefs. We work on fixing something to take care of our sex-driven hunger. We follow breakfast with sitting on the couch with a glass of white wine, and some music ... a favorite to Janie's ... Debussy. I just can't keep my hands from wanting to be up under her T-shirt, and on her glorious firm globes. 

I need to get ready for date with Amy at some point, but Janie does not leave until we make love one more time, nice and slow. I love to switch positions while still inside of a girl, and Janie keeps right with me for each change as I fuck her without missing a stroke. She decides not to shower, wanting the smell of our sex to stay on her for the rest of the day at home. My eyes follow her amazing shapely little ass as she slides out of the bed. 

She looks back at me, with my cock still standing tall and proud and smiles. As if she forgot something pleasant, she comes back and mounts the bed. She gives me slow smooth blowjob until I stiffen, and come in her mouth. She swallows it all, cupping her mouth with her hand to keep it in. 

Janie gives me a final passionate, and 'cummy' kiss and as she pulls away to leave, she pulls her dress stuffing her bra and stockings into her bag. Her panties are still in my shirt pocket, which is on the floor over by the window. 

"My God!" I exclaim to myself as I watch this statuesque vision of pure class walk ahead of me to my car. The trip home is relatively quiet, and I get a final touch on my lips from her sweet ones. The fabric of our lips sticks together, and then breaks apart as she pulls away. She says softly, "Call me, Michael!" I smile and nod as she disappears into her parent's house. Marsha already has the door open for her, and her Mother waves to me with a pretty smile. 

As soon I return home, I call Amy and she is in. 

"Hi doll, we still on for tonight?" 

"Oh hi Michael ... you bet we are ... you're not getting out of this one sweetie!" 

I laugh at the difference in energy level between the two sisters. 

"I'll pick you up at seven, so don't you dare be late!" 

"You can come over now if you want, I'm ready to go Michael." Her offer is too compelling to pass up. I tell her, 

"`Okay, we could spend the afternoon together, go to dinner, see a movie, and then make love all night and all day tomorrow. You got the stamina for the long haul baby?" 

"I'll still be standing when you're dragging your butt, old man! Bring it on, Michael!" 

We both laugh. I admire her quick wit. 

"That's my girl!" I say. She goes silent for a moment, and then a quiet breathy voice asks, 

"Am I Michael, am I your girl?" 

"Yes honey, you are." 

I hear her saying "Yes!" to herself and I'm sure that a little fist pump went with it. Then she says, 

"You have an hour Mister, so don't you dare be late!" 

"You're too much doll. I'll be on time. Wear some play clothes, and bring nice stuff along for later." I say. 

"I will. See ya honey!" She replies. 

"Later!" 

I feel happy being able to spend the rest of the weekend with my little Amy. I change the sheets on the bed, and open the bedroom window to eliminate all traces of sex smells from Janie having been here. I am not ready to hit Amy with that one quite yet. I quickly pick up my shirt from the floor and throw it toward the hamper. 

Amy decides that she wants to go bowling again, and she wants me to teach her how to 'do it good' using her term for it. She is dressed in tight-fitting short shorts, and a halter-top, so I have plenty of her flawless skin to look at (and to touch). I make a romantic embrace out of showing her how to hold the ball, with my arm around her shoulder. I show her how to hold, swing and release the ball. 

"Hold it in both hands honey ... your fingers go in here. Let it swing like a pendulum, and aim it at the spot just behind the right side of the lead pin ... that's the strike zone." I tell her as I can feel her warm body inside my embrace. 

She gets a strike on the very first ball and runs to me, jumping into my arms wrapping her arms and legs around me ... I can feel her warm crotch pushing into my stomach as she kisses me all over my face. 

She bowls better this time than last, but I score about the same ... about my average. We are having so much fun, and being with her is an absolute joy. We laugh and celebrate every little victory and commiserated over every gutter ball. She is superlatively happy anytime more than five pins go down. All totaled, she jumps into my arms with a full body hug four times. I love every one of them, but the last one came with a passionate kiss, and a taste of her sweet tongue. 

For the very last frame of the very last game, I dare her bowl topless ... and she insists that I do as well. This means that her tiny halter-top is going up over her head, and her cute hard little tits will be on view to everyone around. 

"Michael, you should know better than to dare me, remember?" 

"We'll see baby!" 

I am really looking forward to that frame! There are no children here since it is mostly a college venue, and only kids and adults over eighteen will see her perky little tits, possibly including guys (and girls) from some of our classes. I can see her nervousness building as the frames count down during that last game. She would be going first since I listed her name first on the scoreboard. 

As we finish the ninth frame, she is biting her lower lip, a sure sign of nervousness. She gets eight pins in the ninth frame and I get a spare. As the tenth and final frame arrives, she is petrified. I tell her she doesn't have to do it if she doesn't want to. She gets up from her seat, steps up to get her ball. She looks back at me, and I give her a go-ahead nod. She crosses her arms grabbing the bottom edge of her halter-top, and pulls it off over her head and throws it to me. Not wearing a bra, she is naked on top. 

This little imp stands for a while, proudly displaying her little apple-sized knockers, before getting her ball. When she does, she finds herself face-to-face with a young man in the next alley, also getting his ball. She straightens up, looks at the guy and says, 

"This is a no-shirt frame. Don't you know that?" 

He chuckles in agreement with playing it her way, and pulls his knit shirt off to match her state. She giggles, looks him up and down, and says, 

"Nice pecs buddy!" 

"You too honey!" he said with a chuckle staring at her lovely boobs on full display. 

She has all of the males for four lanes in each direction giving her their full attention ... some of the girls too. As luck would have it, she gets a strike. This means another full body hug for me as I get jealous looks from all the guys. She couldn't figure out why they cheered so loudly with her strike, until I explained to her, 

"They get to see her throw two more balls with her top off, honey." 

She is so nervous that she throws two gutter balls, and she steps down quickly and pulls her top over lovely breasts. I look back to see her smiling to herself as she shudders a little. 

It is my turn, and I pull off my shirt, but for some reason we lose our male audience. I get nine on the first ball, and am able to pick up the 7-pin for a spare, so I get another ball. As I retrieve my ball again, I notice quite a lot of activity around Amy with guys leaning over the back of our bench talking to her. She has attracted a lot of male attention, and she flirts with them as she glances at me just to see my reaction. 

The guys next to us seem to get into the spirit, and talk their dates into having a topless frame, so I change out of my bowling shoes very slowly watching all of the young firm breasts coming into view and bouncing around. That is, until Amy punches me in the shoulder yelling, 

"MICHAEL!! Stop that ... you can only ogle my boobs! We are so out of here!" 

Amy receives a standing ovation as we leave and she bows to every appreciative guy in the place. When we get back to the car, she says excitedly, 

"Michael! That was so much fun!" then in a little lower voice she continues, "You know I got really aroused exposing myself to all of those guys ... I'm so wet right now! What do you suppose that means, Michael? Am I a ... an ex-exhibitionist?" 

"Well, it means I am not going to let you expose anything in public again, unless I am the only one there. That's what it means, honey!" 

"That kind of defeats the purpose of flashing, doesn't it?" 

"Well, let's just space out the times when you show the entire world your pretty little knockers honey ...or anything else!" 

"Oooh, anything else? Hmmm!" She muses teasingly. 

"Don't even go there baby." 

"Michael, you are the one who started this whole thing!" 

"Yes, and I am the one ending it!" 

"Spoiled sport!" 

"Believe it, baby!" 

As I drive us back to my apartment, I can almost hear the little gears whirring in her head. Then I get the product of all of that mental activity, 

"Um Michael darling, have I told you yet today that I love you?" 

"Mmm, about a hundred times!" 

"Well ... have you told me that today, Michael?" 

After a moment's thought, I pull the car over to the curb just where we are, put it in park, turn to my very surprised little date and I tell her, 

"If I haven't said it yet today, let me just say for the record, that I love you Amy! You are a very special person to me. Why else would I get jealous over other man admiring your tits in a bowling alley?" 

She starts to well up, and with tears running down her cheeks, she says, 

"Michael. You are the most special man I have ever known, I have loved you since I was fourteen, and I did not know how to express it then, but I do now. Michael, make love to me today!" 

I hold her tight as she cries and cries into my shirt. When she is just about back to normal with her face still buried in my chest, I say, 

"How do I get all these salt water stains out of my shirt?" 

She looks up and punches my in the shoulder again, 

"Michael! This is a terrible time to tease me!" Then she smiles broadly with tears still running down her cheeks. 

I do love her! I did not lie to her. Will I see Janie again? I don't know ... maybe. They're sisters, so it doesn't really seem like cheating. 

We still have about three hours until our dinner date would otherwise have started, so I am going to spend it making love to Amy. By the time I get the door to my apartment open, Amy has again pulled off her halter top, and slips out of her shorts. In just her bikini panties, she runs from the front door to the bed and jumps in, disappearing between the sheets and under the thick comforter with a hail of giggles trailing her. 

That's my girl! Love her or not, you have to admire her supreme joy for living. Out of all of the girls I have dated ... including Janie ... not one touches my heart like this little one does. So I am going to make love to my diminutive little imp all afternoon. 

I find Amy under the covers, and between the sheets, and she is giggly and teasing as we start to fool around with kisses, teases, and touches. Her diminutive form is soft and warm and she tries to tickle me, but I have the advantage since she more ticklish, and I know where her best spots are. We migrate into a warm and loving embrace as I pull her under me. I tell her in explicit sexual terms, exactly what I am going to do to her. She blushes and nods her head 'yes.' 

She puts her lips close to mine but not touching. As she talks quietly into my mouth, each word becomes a little kiss on my lips. It tickles, but she eventually presses her lips more fully into mine. She wraps her legs around me and she gasps as I start to slide myself into her tiny pussy. 

She is so wet! 

My God, she is wet! 

But, even though she is ready, her hole is so tiny that I have to stretch her to get it in her. She has to spread her legs wide to accommodate me. I take a little time to work it inside her warm and tiny vagina just like before. She is breathing hard and shallow, and breathily says, 

"Oh, Michael! You are so thick, please take it easy with me darling!" 

I pull out a little, and the friction causes her to become wetter, as I move it in and out just about two inches. I feel her shudder in a nice little orgasm, which bathes my cock allowing me to push it in a little more. I am eventually able to get it into her nearly to her cervix. As I pull it out again she comes again. I start to slide into her with smooth slow strokes, until I am able to stretch her insides to accommodate most of me. 

We make love ... I mean genuinely make love, for hours. I lose count of her orgasms. We are both amazed at the sweetness and tenderness of our lovemaking, and I can feel that she is jittery with nerves. I don't really know how long we were at it, since time has seems to stop for us. Planets can collide, stars can explode into super novae, and it is no care of ours as we push our bodies into each other. The feeling of her hard little tits against my chest is amazingly erotic. 

We are sweaty messes, I can feel her sweet sweat pooling in her stomach as I stroke her faster with her legs around me. She is delirious as I finally stiffen and come deep, deep inside her. I convulse several times as I unload into her and I feel a little pressure as her pussy clamps onto my cock. We lay together for a long time as we come back to earth. She is still so tight that I have to ease myself out of her. 

I have to taste her, so I move down kissing every sweaty body part until I reach the sweet musk of her sopping pussy. It tastes salty ... perfumed ... musky. A sex cocktail I find very intoxicating. She shudders and shudders as I tongue her sweet leaking pussy lips. 

Afterward, we hold each other as closely as it is physically possible as we talk quietly. She giggles and I chuckle as we tease each other back and forth. She amazes me once more with her quick wit, and the difficulty I have keeping up with it. Then she is quiet. She looks into my eyes, searching them with hers and softly says, 

"Michael, I have made love to um, some boys, but it has never, never been like this. You fill me up so completely, that it feels like I really have finally lost my virginity. Those um, smaller boys don't count, Michael, you are my first! I can feel so much tingling ... so much electricity in my butt that it hurts, Michael!" 




Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 03



I flop over onto my back, and before I know it, she is on top of me. She crawls up and jams her pussy into my lips, and she starts to put my tip into her mouth. She bobs her head over me taking it into her as far as she can with her tiny fist nearly around me trying to stroke it. As I start to come in her mouth, she tickles the underside of the head as her delicate fingers play with my balls. I come so hard in her little mouth, and she swallows nearly every drop! 

She flops around facing me. When she squishes her body against mine, our wet sweaty bellies make rude noises. We both laugh as she continues to squish. She kisses me, and pushes some of my own warm cum into my mouth, as I lick any that remains on her lips and just outside of it on her chin. We are chuckling and giggling like a couple of teenagers. 

She rolls off me all of a sudden. She gets out of the bed on the far side toward the window on her way to the shower. She stoops to pick something up off the floor ... it is a pair of girl's panties. "Oh shit!" I think, "They must have fallen out of my shirt pocket!" 

"Michael what are these? Are you wearing ladies underwear now?" She dangles them in front of her between two fingertips, 

"Wait a minute ... that is such a familiar scent." She says. 

She checks the label and sees the initials 'JMP' on them. 

"You know, JMP could almost stand for Jane Marie Phillips ... it doesn't stand for that does it Michael?" Please say no. Please tell me that my sister did not lose her panties in your bedroom!" 

"They do belong to Janie. She called me and asked me out to dinner. We came back here and, well—" 

"—YOU FUCKED MY SISTER, MICHAEL???" she yells, interrupting me. 

She hands the panties to me still pinching them between thumb and forefinger and then she says in a calmer voice, 

"You are not going to fuck Janie again, are you Michael? Look, I do get the attraction of 'doing' sisters; it is every guy's wet dream!" She thinks for a few seconds and says, 

"Michael, you leave my Mother alone! I know that she is very attractive for her age but please! Are you hoping to bed all three of us? That would really be a coup, wouldn't it—screwing all the female members of my family. Michael! How about—" 

"—AMY! STOP! I interrupt her, as she gets more agitated. 

It happened! And, maybe I am not sorry it did! Janie and I dated for a long time and I have some affection for her—you know that, but I will not make love to your Mother—for the god's sake! Is that what you think of me???" 

I put my hands on her naked shoulders; look her straight in her gorgeous brown eyes, and say, 

"Amy, I love you, but I also have some amount of affection for Janie. Why can't you and I just have our time together and make it count as much as we can?" I take a breath and continue, 

"You know, I never said I love you to Janie, or Kathy or anyone else—but I said it to you. My time with you is very precious to me, my little darling. I am in another world when I am with you! So let's enjoy the times we have together! I may see Janie again, or I may not! But you are my girl ... you are my little sweetheart ... yours are the little titties I want to expose to the whole campus (she giggles a little), because you are the girl I love, Amy Phillips!" 

Her eyes are wide by now, since I am almost yelling. Trying to digest what I am saying, she looks at me for what seemed to be an eternity, blinks her beautiful brown orbs twice, and says, 

"Okay Michael." 

I take her in my arms and squeeze her as if I never want to let her go. With her face scrunched up against my chest, I heard her try to say, 

"Michael you're hurting me!" I let her go. 

She grabs the panties out of my hand walks over and deposits them in the small trash can in the bathroom. 

"You do not get to have those for a souvenir! Here, you can have these instead!" 

She hands me another smaller pair of panties, and checking the label, I see the initials 'AJP' in them (for Amy Jean Phillips). I take them and put them to my nose. 

She gives me a queer half-smile as if she thought I was some kind of a perv, but then as she kisses me and walks back to the bathroom to shower, I distinctly here a little giggle. Just before she disappears into the shower, she looks back at me and says, 

"You can't ever do the things we do with Jamie, and you can't tell her you love her! You know, you're kind of a perv Michael, but I love you anyway." 

After our showers, we dress and head to an off-campus restaurant for dinner. She wears a very short dress, which rides up nearly to the top of her thighs when she is seated, and since she was wearing stockings but no panties, she is giving a show to some of the young guys there. The restaurant has mostly a younger crowd, and small dance floor with tables close to it. We dance a couple of slow numbers, and when she put her arms around my neck, the very bottoms of her buttocks come into view for those around us. 

As we dance a little too close to one particular table, a young guy slides his hand up the back of her leg and onto her ass a little. She smiles, moans, and shivers a little in my arms. I keep her there for a while letting this guy fondle her and slide a finger across her wet pussy since she is enjoying it, and then I pull her away. She is still shivering a little as we leave shortly after that dance. 

In the car on the way home, she takes my hand and puts it on her upper inner thigh, opens her silky legs, and says in a low sexy voice, 

"Touch me Michael!" 

I slide a finger in between her wet swollen pussy lips, and she comes with several shudders. She looks at me and says, 

"I am so turned on, letting that man touch me ... a-and with you touching me, I want you to fuck me as hard as you possibly can tonight!" 

Inside my apartment, she strips quickly and pulls me into the bed as I shed my clothes. She lies on the bed with her legs spread wide and with her arms out waiting to embrace me. Her sopping pussy lips gape a little, and as I enter her, she winces. She doesn't care about the pain, and whispering in my ear, she is begging me to fuck her harder as she bites my earlobe. I pound her long and hard knowing that some pain goes along with the pleasure she is feeling. 

We must have made love together long and hard about six times from the time we came home until I drove her back to her dorm late, late Sunday night (Monday morning, really)! She was just as tight the last time as she was the first time. That increases the power of my orgasms, and the number of hers. 

I am finding many sides to this complicated girl. For such a tiny thing, she seems to have an immense sex drive ... she just loves fucking! Her appetite for sex scares me a little. But... 

...I really love her, and if being with any other girl, including her sister, puts that in jeopardy, I will give them up ... no question! I don't want to lose her to some unworthy little snot-nosed weenie like Ben. I am going to ask her to move in with me ... permanently! 

I am choosing Amy! 

I sit alone on my couch later with a cup of coffee, just thinking about my weekend with the sisters. I marvel at discovering that upscale, sophisticated Jamie has a little of the whore in her. Amy is sweet and a shy girl with a quiet but immense intelligence. She is also a closet exhibitionist, beginning to come out. She loves showing her body a little in public. This is something I will have to deal with. She is also fanatically devoted to me, so infidelity is not going to be an issue as far as I can see. I think about all of these things, and my decision to have Amy come live with me, then... 

...the phone rings. 

"Hello Michael, it's Kathy!" 

To be continued...



Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 04



From Chapter 03: Amy and I live together for a week to make it easier for us to collaborate on our term papers. She continues to charm me, but she is a little spooked by our sudden closeness, and dates around a little. I have a final date with Janie, and the next evening with Amy, I decide to concentrate on her, and vow to ask her to move in with me. The chapter ends with my decision to choose Amy, but as I sit alone thinking about it, the phone rings ... it's Kathy! 

Please note that all names are fictitious, and are not meant to refer to any real person. All characters are over eighteen years of age. 

***** 

Asking Amy to move in with me. 

Part Seven, Moving Forward with Amy: 

"Hello Michael, it's Kathy!" 

"Kathy! What's up?" 

"Michael, I just have to see you! Can we meet tomorrow for breakfast after your class?" 

"I can't do that, but I can meet you after my last class at Two o'clock if you'd like." 

"Okay, meet me at the overlook at two-thirty; I will bring something for lunch. Okay honey?" 

"Alright, I'll see you then." 

"Bye Michael ... and thank you!" 

Kathy was my girlfriend until I found out that she was cheating on me. She is a stunningly beautiful woman with a full but shapely figure. She captures a lot of male attention, and apparently has said yes to some of them, so I am wondering what she wants with me anymore. Since my curiosity is killing me about what is happening behind her way-pretty brown eyes, I agree to meet her. 

After class, I am going out to breakfast with Amy. She looks lovely today, in a soft sweater, and a short but neat pleated skirt. She still enjoys giving the guys in our class an occasional view up her skirt crossing and uncrossing her legs, but at my insistence she always wears panties. I picked this morning to tell her at breakfast that I want her to move in with me. 

"So a couple of guys in class see my panties. What's the big deal? You get what's inside them don't you?" 

"Baby, I will never get used to your twisted logic." I sport an enquiring look and continue, "Honey, tell me: what do you get from letting men see you—up your dress? I would like to understand; since my last girlfriend had sex with other men ... you are not going in that direction are you?" 

"I-I guess it's a little hard to explain. First, I will not have sex with another man as long as you and I have a relationship ... I love you Michael, and you are my man. But ... I don't exactly know, I get excited knowing that some um, boy can see up my skirt, seeing my inner thighs and my most intimate panty-covered parts—you will not let me go without panties, or I might want to um," (whispers) "show them my pussy. But I can't look at them, it has to be that I am innocently letting my legs slip apart, and I don't know they are looking ... but I know they're looking!" 

"Michael, I will not do this if you don't want me to ... it gives me a little electrical tingling in my buttocks and thighs when I know that a guy is looking u-up my skirt ... or down my blouse. I don't have much inside my bra, but I keep a couple of buttons unbuttoned to allow for an 'innocent' exposure, hoping to give some man a glimpse of my ni-nipple." In a more urgent voice she says, 

"Michael, I am not attracted to them and even if I ever um, like, let any of them touch me, I would not let him go any further than that. Letting a guy look at me-my um, 'places' is very exciting, and if the guy is cute I sometimes get a little uh, wet. Sometimes I just have had to run into the ladies' room right after, for a minute or so. Michael, you are the one who benefits from it later ... why do you think I push my hips up so forcefully when we have," (whispers again) "sex?" 

"Amy, I am not going to say that you cannot do this, since it is just an innocent fetish ... except for the touching part ... but you have to know that it is over immediately and forever if you ever let some other man fu—ah, have sex with you." 

I am telling her this with a serious look, mindful of the question I am about to ask her." 

"Michael, I know that guys can get the wrong idea, but, I am very careful, and I do not flirt with the guys ... mostly ... and they just think they are getting lucky seeing up a skirt or down a blouse of a pretty girl. You think I'm pretty don't you honey?" 

"Amy, you are very pretty! Look, I am not trying to pry into your private um, business, but I need to be comfortable asking you something important." 

She turns her head giving me her 'curious puppy' look as I take a big breath, look her straight in her big round brown eyes, and just say it ... clearly ... straight out ... unvarnished. I clear my throat, and blurt it out, 

"Amy, I want you to move in with me! I want you to be my roommate, my partner, and my love!" 

She is stunned, and looks blankly at me. She blinks twice, 

"Wait! What?" she says as she shakes her head to clear her momentary shock. 

"Michael what did you say?" 

"I said I love you Amy, and I want you to be my girl ... hello, anyone home?" Coming completely out of her momentary dazed and confused state she says, 

"Oh Michael I'm sorry, um ... yes! Yes! OH-MY-GOD YES!!" 

Seated with me at a table, she gets up to hug me knocking over her soda on the way. I rise just as her body slams into mine nearly knocking me over. She throws her arms around me and covers my face with kisses. 

"Yes! ... Yes! ... Yes! ... Yes!!" 

When she recovers from my message to her, she says, 

"Darling, I have waited sooo long for this! I want to move in right away ... tonight. Can we do that?" 

"Of course Angel-face, we can do it after supper; I want to take you out somewhere special tonight." 

"Michael, I love you so much, I will be the best girlfriend anyone ever had!" 

"Amy, you are already that! You are very good for me, and I should have realized that long before now!" 

"Oh, you are so getting laid tonight, dude! I am going to ... to ... well just wait n'see honey!" Then she frowns expressing a little worry, 

"Michael, I am not going to find another girl's panties in our room am I? You are not going to entertain Janie or anyone else in my bed are you?" 

"No. I will not have sex with your sister ... or anyone other than you. This is going to be the beginning of us together and I am very excited about being committed to you my little darlin'!" 

I can see it building up in her as I speak, and finally she explodes, jumping up and down, and clapping her hands, and vaulting into my arms in one of her patented whole body hugs, completely unaware of where the hem of her skirt is. But, I love it! With my arms around her wearing that soft fuzzy sweater that smells like perfume heaven, and her hard tits pressed into my chest, I don't care that others in the café are watching. 

She calms down just a little and says, 

"Michael, let's get out of here. I want to be alone with you. We have some time before afternoon classes!" 

We go quickly to my apartment, and Amy has her sweater and bra off before I get the door open and she's working on unbuttoning her skirt. She runs into the bedroom and buries herself again under the sheets, and quilts. I follow the trail she leaves of discarded items: sweater, skirt, bra, panties, socks, shoes that all lead to my bed. She is giggly, teasing, and sexy and it feels amazing when I find her warm naked little form buried under the bedclothes. We make love urgently until it is time to get back for our afternoon classes. 

Amy is a firecracker in bed, and is easily multi-orgasmic as she insists on my fucking her hard. After holding her through her final orgasm, we shower together and dress quickly for afternoon classes. She is wearing the same outfit, and as she heads for the door, I clear my throat loudly, 

"Forget something, baby?" I say as I hold up her panties perched on the tip of one finger. 

"Oops ... we don't want to give them a free show do we?" (giggles) she steps into them, pulling them over her tiny butt, and we are out the door. 

I told her about my meeting with Kathy after classes, and that I was going to end it with her. Amy was a little worried, but quietly said, 

"Okay Michael, I-I trust you honey." 

If I did not tell her about Kathy and any of Amy's friends see us, it might jeopardize our nascent relationship. Amy is my little love, and I finally matured to her level enough to realize that! 

I meet with Kathy at the overlook at two-thirty. Actually, I am there a few minutes early taking a small strategic advantage. Kathy appears, looking stunning in tight fitting dark blue jeans, three inch black heels, and a crisp white blouse with a couple of buttons strategically unbuttoned to show her magnificent bust to best advantage. She is carrying a sack and a couple of drinks. 

I take a soda from her, and we sit and open the bag. She brought a couple of savory hamburgers and French fries. They are not from any 'McFastFood' place, but from a four-star restaurant. They are amazingly delicious. Kathy is a classy woman. 

"Michael I know that you had reservations for us at the Lexington for the Sunday I returned and cancelled them, and we didn't get together as we planned, but I just want to explain myself." 

"Go ahead honey, I'm listening." I say. 

"Michael I like you a lot, I think you know that. You have been a faithful and honest boyfriend and an amazing, lover and I really appreciate that ... I appreciate you, Michael!" 

"But I—" I start to say before she puts up her hand and interrupts me, 

"—please Michael, let me say it. I know that you received some information from Tammy Newton about me, but you have to know that she has always been a little jealous of me, and mostly it isn't true. Yes, I had sex with Jason, but it was only once ... um, twice actually, and I was drunk. It was at a party of one of Tammy's friends, and it was a dare because of his um, size. 

"Yes, but—" I try to interject. 

"—Michael, please! I know that she told you about my high school friend during my visit home, but I was lonely, and he was so nice. You can see that, can't you? I do not love him like I love you, Michael!" she says, as she fiddles with the next unopened button on her blouse. 

"Kathy I know that you saw someone you met out of a club, several times while we were dating. What about that?" 

"Well ... c'mon Michael I was out with my girls, and we were drinking ... it was just um, sex ... just a little fun, and it meant nothing to me ... less than nothing actually." Quickly changing the subject away from her frequent lapses in character, she continues, 

"Michael, I want to keep you in my life, so tell me what I need to do honey!" 

"Kathy my dear, you are a classy lady. Just look at the way you are dressed today ... you are stunning and any man would be proud to have you on his arm! And, the designer burgers we are having ... very upscale, baby! But I cannot be with someone I do not trust, and I don't trust you Kathy, you have grossed the line with me!" 

"I can ... I will change! You are handsome, and charming, and more importantly, you are a good person and a fair person, Michael. Won't you give me another chance? Remember the wonderful times we have had. I know that you love being with me ... being inside me ... touching my breasts, Michael!" She slides her hand up and cups them for effect. 

"Actually, it is too late Kathy. My little friend Amy is moving in with me today and I am going to be excusive with her. I will spare you a listing of all of my reasons, but suffice to say that she and I mesh well ... together, and ... I love her. It's right!" 

Kathy is starting to tear-up a little and she looks down. As she drops her shoulders a little, I get a peek further into her blouse at her unbelievably lovely breasts. She looks up at me with tears filling her eyes, and says, 

"I am sure that this Amy person is very nice Michael, but I just want to be in your life. Can't we just get together for um, lunch or dinner or something occasionally? It doesn't have to be sexual ... just friends." 

"No. Kathy, if I expect a partner to be faithful, I must be true to her as well. I have some amazing memories of our times together; you are beautiful, and sexy, I loved being inside you, and God, yes, you have the most incredible breasts. But, I have chosen Amy and I am going to have to ask you ... and Tammy ... and her minions to respect that! 

We get up to leave and Kathy approaches me for a hug. She hugs me, making sure to press her tits into me as she gives me a soft kiss on the lips. I can taste her tears on her lips as she moves away slowly ... mostly to give me her lovely brown eyes to look into, tear-filled or not. 

Kathy has it all, and knows how to use it! 

"Just don't lose my number Michael, you never know! That little girl might just break your heart!" 

This is all she says as she turns and walks back down the path to the campus. I watch her shapely ass as she walks away, perfectly defined by her tight jeans. She knows I'm looking at her ass ... women always know! I shake my head, to clear it from the mesmerizing view of Kathy's lovely derriere and start to think about Amy. A warm smile slowly spreads across my face at the thought of my little imp. 

Amy is so giddy, that she skips her afternoon classes to get her stuff together. She has a solid 4.0 GPA going, so there is little damage done. Amy always gets every question right on all of her exams, and has gotten an A+ on all of assignments and papers. In addition, all of her responses in class are not only correct, but also articulate and well thought through. It is amazing that all of this intellectual firepower lives in a tiny, innocent, but flighty and naïve little girl. 

She tells me she has decided to follow me into law school ... my law school. While I am pleased at this, I know that her intellect will always out-shine mine, so I will have to find a way to deal with it. The best way I know to do that is to love her and support her. I will become her biggest cheerleader ... that's what I will do! 

I have an IQ in the gifted range and a respectable GPA, but hers is off the charts! She has doubled her course load for the first two years, and tested out of core courses to catch up with me. Amy started two years behind me, but she in on track to graduate with me. The law school does not require an LSAT (Law School Admission Test) from 4.0 students, but they asked Amy to write an entrance essay due to her age. It will have to be her original work, but I promised to help her with it. 

I catch up with my little girl, and she has most of her stuff together. Between Amy, Judy her dorm mate, and me, we get her stuff into my place. Judy insists on visitation rights. With a laugh, I tell her that she is welcome any time. Amy agrees saying, 

"Yes darling, do come over any time ... but call first!" 

Judy is a sweet person and a bit of a biker-chick, but she is indeed welcome at any appropriate time ... I like her! She gives Amy a goodbye hug since Amy and I have plans tonight. She whispers something to Amy as they both look over at me and Amy laughs heartily. Judy then walks over to me, kisses me softly but passionately on the lips—the silver ring in her lower lip feels amazing, as does her tongue stud—I now know why people do that! She rubs her lips on mine, and looking my straight in the eyes, says, 

"I had to do that Michael, just to see what that would be like!" then whispers in my ear, "Hurt her, and you are a dead man!" 

I laugh and tell her not to worry. Since Amy only heard my comment, she turns her head to the side, but does not pursue it just yet. Judy is well-endowed and seldom wears a bra, so I get the full effect of her breasts pushing into my chest. After Judy leaves, I ask Amy what she whispered to her and Amy replies, 

"It's a secret ... between girlfriends, I can't break that confidence!" Then after a second says, "I'll tell you some day, but not today." She giggles and asks, "And what did she whisper to you?" 

"She told me that if I hurt you, I'm a dead man." Amy giggles and says, 

"Well you would never hurt me so you have nothing to worry about!" 

"Yah, I know ... but she scares me a little. I get the impression that she would fuck the shit out of me if you ever let her!" 

"You never know Michael, maybe I will!" We both laugh at that. 

We decided to unpack whatever she needs, for me to take her to a fancy restaurant. I tell her that I am taking her out in style to celebrate our partnership, our love. She scrounges around in her stuff, and picks out a tight, short, dark blue dress and a pair of sheer stockings and four-inch heels. She slips her tiny frame into the dress, it shows off her bosom quite nicely, and it is backless down to the small of her back. She pulls on her stockings and slips into her heels. What she does not do is don either a bra or panties. 

When I call her attention to that, she says with a sexy smile, 

"I want to feel very sexy tonight for you, Michael! Plus, it is just more comfortable. I promise not to flash anyone!" 

I approach her for a hug, massage her naked back, and slip my hand down into her dress over her naked ass as she flexes her ass-cheeks and giggles. 

"I approve!" I say, and kiss her. We leave for the restaurant. 

After the meal, we decide to go clubbing a little. Since she is wearing a lovely dress, I want her to have the opportunity to show it off a little. I am guessing that despite her promise, she will show off her legs a little, but I don't really mind. 

The band is good, and very danceable, we are on the floor a lot. Because of the heat in the club, our active dancing, and her lack of ... underthings; I detected a strong female smell on my little girl. There is no stronger sexual signal to a man than the natural smell of a woman's pussy, properly heated! 

I keep her close, but she notices my obvious arousal, and slides her hand over my thigh and onto my bulge in between dances. On the floor, she puts her arms up around my neck, and I notice in one of the mirrored pillars in the club, that not only is she showing the tops of her stockings, but, just a hint of her little butt cheeks peeking out from under her very short dress. Some of the guys in the club notice as well. 

In between dances, some of the men approach her for a dance, and she says yes to a couple of them when I nod my approval. During one such break, I leave her at the table to us get a couple of drinks. On my way back, I see a young man sitting very close to Amy, they are engaged in an animated discussion back and forth as he lightly rubs her bare back. Their faces are close enough to kiss, but they just continue to talk quietly. 

When I set both drinks on the table the guy takes my drink, hands Amy hers, and says, 

"Thanks dude, I'll let you know when we need a refill!" 

Then he turns his attention back to Amy whispering something in her ear. He actually thinks that he is moving in on my girlfriend. He smirks at me as Amy smiles shyly. I calmly walk over to him, clamp my hand on the back his neck ... hard! I whisper in his ear. He gets up, apologizes profusely to Amy, and leaves. 

"Michael! What did you say to that boy?" 

"It's a secret between guys Amy ... I'll tell you someday, but not today!" 

She gives me a sideways glance, at my turning her words around on her. 

"What did he whisper to you honey?" I ask. 

"He wanted me to leave with him after we finished the drinks. I think he had something naughty in mind, Michael! I was about to tell him no, that I was here with my boyfriend, when you pulled him away." 

A sexy smile creeps across her face; she looks directly into my eyes giving me a 'fuck me' look and says breathily, 




Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 04



"Take me home darling!" 

That's an invitation I do not need to hear twice. When we arrive home, she goes directly into the bedroom, and starts to remove her dress. I stop her telling her I wanted to make love to her wearing it ... and her stockings. It is kind of a tactile thing, skin and fabric adds to the experience sometimes. When she tells me that she feels icky and sweaty, I tell her that I will take her as is ... stink and all! She stands with her arms open saying, 

"Okay, take me then!" So, I pick her up in my arms and softly lay her on our bed. 

My request regarding her dress throws her a little, and she is waiting to see what comes next from me. I slide my hands up her shapely legs, and when my hands reach the buttery-soft skin of her thighs above her stockings, she gasps. She is breathing fast and shallow as she nervously spreads her legs. As I slide her dress up halfway to her hips, she shudders. She is nervous ... apprehensive ... turned-on! 

"Bet I have you guessing now, don't I Angel?" 

"Michael I am so excited, I am about to explode! I am yours, however you want me darling!" 

She becomes jittery as I move up to her and she can feel my breath on her sex. I breathe in her strong female smell; the intoxicating heavy musk ... the smell of her warm steamy sweaty pussy sweetened by the perfumed soaps and body lotions she uses. The aromatic cocktail makes me as hard as I have ever been. 

When my lips touch her aromatic pussy, she comes in several strong convulsions ... that is how much of a hair-trigger her sexual response is on. I push my lips into her and slide my tongue inside her tiny vagina. I can feel her come on my lips and face; my tongue explores her deeply as I squeeze her buttocks. I remove my tongue from her pussy and flick it over her clit. She squeals loudly! She is still shuddering as I suck her sensitive little nubbin into my mouth. She convulses wildly, flailing around as she comes again. Finally, she moans, 

"Oh, Mi-Michael ... oh please! Plea-please sto-stop ... it ... it is too ... much, it hurts!!" 

Still wearing her dress, she is a mess of sweat and female juices. She stinks, and it is driving me wild as I move up and slide my rock-hard throbbing cock into her sopping swollen pussy. She is wet but tight as I work it into her, inch by inch, nearly to her cervix. She comes again, stronger than before. I begin to pump her with long smooth strokes as she continues to shudder and convulse in orgasm after orgasm, flexing her strong hard little body up against my thrusts. It does not take me long to stiffen, and unload deep inside her with convulsions of my own. She moans in a jittery voice, 

"Oh, Michael!" 

Normally she is very vocal as we make love, but this time, things are a little different, and she is just lies back with her legs spread wide, just enjoying the electrical pulses running through her and letting her convulsions have their way with her. 

I pull out, rest my cock on her stomach as my juices swirl, and mix with the sweat and cum cocktail already pooling on her stomach. I pull her dress up and off to allow her overheated body to cool a little as she recovers. I look into her face, which is red, and just a sheet of sweat ... her hair is disheveled and matted. She says, 

"Michael, that was so amazing. I have never felt like that before. I love the way you make love to me! W-what do you have pl-planned for me now, darling?" 

I smile at her kissing her, and smearing my lips on her sweaty face. I turn her over and slowly and carefully introduce my little darling to anal sex. I know it hurt her some, but she was very brave. She was so into it by the finality that she screamed into an earthshattering, sheet-grabbing orgasm. As she cooled down, I rubbed her little ass to soothe her. 

She gets up to take a shower after ordering me to make her something to eat. 

She comes back into be bedroom after her shower with a towel around her body, and one around her head. She sits on the bed beside me waiting for me to take the towel from her head and gently dry her hair ... something that has become sort of a ritual for us. She tells me to shower, and she will make coffee. I hold on to the end of her other towel, and it unravels from her body as she rises, leaving her completely nude. 

"MICHAEL!!" She says in a half-hearted complaint. Then adds, 

"Better get your eye-full honey, I move fast!" she says over her shoulder, pursing her lips in an air kiss as she quickly pads toward the kitchen with a cute wiggle. 

After my shower I throw on a pair of jeans, put a couple of pads of butter in a frying pan, and slice some zucchini, yellow squash, onions, and some red and yellow bell peppers, all cut chunky into a frying pan. I ask Amy to beat up about four eggs. When the veggies are ready, I pour the eggs over them, and cover it on a low heat. When it is ready, I cut the egg bake in two, plating it for us. With Amy's coffee, we have our midnight snack. 

She eats all of her portion and steals a little from my plate ... a bad habit of hers I have always found rather endearing. I don't mind of course but give her a look that says, "Really, Amy?" She just shrugs her shoulders and giggles. 

"So, how are you doing Angel Face?" I ask her. 

"A little sore, but I'm okay Michael ... I think you are safe from the wrath of Judy!" She covers her mouth with a musical giggle. We converse quietly as we finish our meal. She comes over to me with her coffee, and curls up inside my embrace as I sit on my stool with my arms around her still naked form. Another thing she loves to do. 

"Michael, I am so happy that you have had every little part of me, it makes me completely yours! I love you honey!" 

I hold her a little tighter until we decided to return to the bedroom for the rest of the first night we are truly together. She gives me a long slow blowjob, sucking, tickling, and licking ... every time she senses that I am getting close, she backs off to prolong the sweet agony, until I finally explode into her eager little mouth. She swallows it all as she gently squeezes my balls. 

I lay next to her on the bed, idly fondling and playing with her pussy with my fingers for a while, and then we make love slowly for about two hours until we fall asleep with my cock still inside her. I wake up the next morning alone and on my stomach, when all of a sudden I feel a sharp stinging slap on my buns from a tiny hand. Amy is already dressed and ready for class. She has on a short pleated skirt with a crisp white blouse tucked neatly into it. 

"Get up sleepy-head; we are going to be late for classes." 

I get up, and see her bending over to pick up some clothes; I notice that she had forgotten something. I walk over to her and lift up her skirt to see her naked ass. 

"Going commando today are we, my darling?" 

"Well, it's harder to flash people with my panties on Michael!" She is just kidding. 

I walked to one of the drawers I had given to her for her stuff, pick out a pair of modest panties, and open them for her to step into. She put her hands on my shoulders and steps into them. I slide them up her legs to just above her knees, as she pulls them up and in place with with a sexy wiggle. 

"I am the only one who gets to see my girlfriend's pussy! Understand?" 

"Thank you, Mister buzz-kill!" 

"You're welcome, baby!" As I run my finger over the crotch of her panties, I can tell that she is already starting to become moist. I start to worry a little about her sexual appetites and little fetishes that turn her on. 

My group of friends readily accepts Amy as part of the group, especially the guys due to her cute little form, and her penchant for showing it off a little. I have to accept the fact that Amy is naturally a bit of an exhibitionist if I am going to continue to be with her. 

She challenges me on another occasion at the bowling alley to bowl a last frame topless as she pulls her blouse off over her head. She seldom wears a bra when we are doing something active, so she is bare-chested. She teases a couple of the guys and allows one of them to touch her a little. A young handsome curly-headed guy whispers something in her ear. She smiles and nods her head yes, as the both look at me out of the side of their eyes. 

She considers a little flirting to be an innocent expression of her sexuality and argues that case with me, but I disagree strongly with her. She usually ends with, 

"Michael, you get to fuck me and they don't, it's innocent ... fun ... I like the attention!" 

She completes her frame and I step up to get my ball sans shirt as a girl in the next alley gasps looking at my arm muscles. I get a strike on the last frame as my ball smashes into the pins scattering them wildly. That means I get two more balls. I concentrate on my game and after the last frame, I look around to find Amy gone, and so is the curly-headed boy. Looking around a bit, I hear some moans coming from an otherwise empty game room. There is Amy kissing her curly-topped friend, with her blouse still off, and letting him fondle her tits. This must have been their secret agreement as they slipped away after her last turn. 

I pulled her away from him, and as her breasts jiggle a little, I say, "It's time to go honey!" 

I turned to the boy, and backed him up against the wall without touching him. 

"Michael, this is Ben. He is just a friend. Ben, this is Michael!" 

Without looking at Amy and with my gaze still on Ben, I just say, 

"Say goodbye, Ben!" He looks at Amy nervously, squeezes past me and makes a hasty exit from the game room. 

"Michael, you are not mad are you? It's just innocent ... um, he just kissed me! 

I paid for the bowling, and escorted Amy to the car and we drove home without a word passing between us. When we got inside, Amy couldn't stand it any longer and says, 

"Michael! If you are mad at me, please tell me ... say something honey! I-If you th-think I was bad, at least give me a spanking or something, so we can get past this." 

"Not a bad idea, doll-face!" is my only reply. 

I grab her by the hand and lead her into the bedroom where I take my hard wooden hairbrush from the dresser. I sit on the corner of the bed and tell her to take off her shorts and panties. She looks worried as she nervously complies with my demand. 

"Amy, you do realize that we have an exclusive relationship don't you?" I can see her butt cheeks ripple and twitch with her nervousness. 

"Michael I guess I was bad, but it was all so innocent. B-Ben is just a f-friend! I-It won't happen again, I promise." 

"I know it won't baby, otherwise your curly-headed friend might get hurt. I don't want that, and you don't want it either." 

I smooth my hand over her flawless little ass, and can feel her nervousness. I bring the brush back and bring it down hard on her tender little behind with as loud "Thwap!" She screams in pain and I continue with her education. Blow after blow rains down on her increasingly red and bruised butt. As she tries to cover her butt with her hands, but I hold them tight against her back. 

I was mad at her, and ended up punishing her more severely than I ever intended to, as she is sobbing uncontrollably. After about twenty blows, her ass is completely reddened, and heavily bruised with big welts. I help her up and onto the bed, on her stomach. 

"Lie still and I'll put some lotion on you." I said softly. She is sobbing as hard as she possibly can, wanting to touch her backside but not wanting to cause herself more pain. I think she is angry being so abused and I am already heartily sorry for hurting my little girl. 

She covers her face blubbering loudly feeling sorry for herself. I get some soothing skin lotion, and start to smooth it over her damaged ass. She flinches at the first cool touch, but her crying starts to subside after a few more applications. 

I am so sorry I gave into my anger, but I know that I got my point across. We play at spanking many times, and I stopped using the brush after the first time, since it does so much damage, but today ... I needed the brush. I need to show her that she is not allowed to be kissed and touched by other men; I am nipping it in the bud to prevent her going further with other guys. After a liberal application of lotion, I ask her she needs anything, 

"NO!" 

"Are you sure, honey?" 

"LEAVE ME ALONE, MICHAEL! I DON'T LIKE YOU VERY MUCH RIGHT NOW!" 

I leave her alone on the bed, turning off the light as I depart. I can hear her crying softly into the bedspread. I am not completely torqued by her exposing parts of her cute shape to other men, but I draw the line at her letting them touch any part of her they wish. We have been together for only a couple of weeks, and her flirting with Ben bothered me a little; seems like a backward step. 

I am sure I did the right thing, as much as it kills me to think of my little darling in pain. I tell myself that I will never punish her like this again. I throw the hairbrush in the trash. I am sure she thought what she was doing was innocent, but she went too far. 

It was quiet in the bedroom for a long time as I sit at the kitchen counter with a textbook and a cup of coffee. As I rise to get another warmer-upper for my coffee, I hear the latch on the bedroom door click. Amy slowly pads out toward the kitchen wearing only one of my T-shirts covering her to her knees. 

Her head is down, and her face streaked with tear tracks. She walks over to me and puts her head against my chest waiting for me to hug her. I do not keep her waiting as I gently slip my arms around her, and she starts crying again. 

"Michael, I am so sorry. I am so trusting, but I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you darling, b-but you hurt me. That terrible brush hurts, Michael ... I though we decided not to use it." 

She raises her face with her eyes wide and childlike, and I kiss her softly. She closes her eyes and breathes into my mouth. Her breath is sweet, but I can taste the salt from her tears in her kiss. I lift her face with my forefinger under her chin, and say to her, 

"I am sorry I let me anger get the best of me. But, finding you kissing another man was too much for me. If you want to call Judy for her to exact her revenge on me, I'll wait. By the way, I threw that brush away; you will never see it again!" 

She starts to smile, but just a little like it hurts. 

"Michael, you are not really afraid of Judy are you? She loves you, and trusts you." 

"No, I am not afraid of Judy, but all of her six-foot-eight, three-hundred pound biker friends cause me a little concern." 

"She would never let them harm you Michael!" Then with a sly smile she continues, "Maybe just rough you up a little!" 

We both burst out in laughter at that, and it is nice to see a smile back on that face I love, but I detect an edge to her voice still. We walk back into the bedroom and make love ... with her on top. She slides onto the bed on her stomach afterward, and I move my hands all over her naked little form, I place little kisses all down her back, and kiss every inch of her tiny damaged ass. 

"Mmm, darling that feels so nice." She moans. Her voice is sweeter. 

I can see some moisture building up between her legs, I move my fingers down to tickle her little asshole and massage her pussy lips. She spreads her legs for me. I touch her for a while until I have to lift her hips enough to enter her from behind. 

My cock is hitting her G-spot and further inside, her A-spot at this angle. She quickly shudders into a nice orgasm. I come again deep inside my sweet girl. The feeling is indescribable as I look down on her petite shapely body running my hand gently over her still-bruised ass. My cock is still throbbing inside her. She is still breathing fast; I just listen to it—the sound of her sweet breath trying to becalm itself. 

Amy has a very strong sex drive and the exhibitionism, spanking, and whatever she has going on with Judy are all part of her sexual expression. She has never been able to tell me where they come from, only that they are imperatives for her. But, I am hoping she will change—that she will outgrow the need for them, and what will remain is only our sweet lovemaking. 

She has vowed never to have sex with, or to be alone with anyone else as long as we are together. Her stuff with Judy is just hugs, and some light touches between two girlfriends, and she allows Judy to kiss and hug me ... and occasionally an innocent touch, but nothing more. I decide not to proactively touch Judy out of respect for Amy, but can't stop Judy from touching me. 

Amy fits in well, with my group of friends—particularly Tom—who is the friend that I went with to the mixer the first time I danced with Amy. Amy can occasionally be a brat still, but she is loved by the group—even the girls. Being much younger than the rest, the girls in the group look out for her ... like a little sister. She is not a threat to their relationships. 

One evening, Amy pisses off my friend Tom at a party with an incautious remark. He tells her that she needs a good spanking and I surprise him by nodding to him to go ahead. She looks at me a little shocked, but giggles as he pulls her over his knee for her friendly punishment (Tom knows about her mild fetishes). He looks down at her pink bikini panties peeking out from her short skirt. Tom looks up at me, and I nod again. He pulls her panties down to her knees, showing her perfect little ass and part of her sex to our crowd of friends. 

Tom only gives her a half dozen of light slaps, and lets her up. She stands, pulls her panties off, and stuffs them in Tom's shirt pocket. As she apologizes for the mean remark she had made, she puts her hands on his face and kisses him on the cheek. Amy may be the little darling of our group, but tonight she just had a couple too many beers. I worry about her becoming flirtier with other men. Janet—Tom's girlfriend—coolly walks over to him, takes Amy's panties out of his pocket, and gives them to me. She isn't mad, but doesn't want Tom receiving a panty-trophy from another girl. 

Amy sits on my lap, sans-knickers, and occasionally accidently let her legs part a little. Back home, she insists that I take her right to bed and fuck her. I am as excited as she is, as she flexes her hard little body against mine to receive my strong thrusts. Her exhibitionism turns her on so much! 

I am just afraid that she might innocently allow a friend or friend of a friend to go too far when I am not around to look after her. After all, these guys are all friends of ours, but a hard cock has no conscience. They might decide to pass her around a little without me there to look out for her. Amy is mostly careful not to let that happen: Tom is a friend that she trusts, and Janet doesn't mind; she helps Tom watch out for Amy a little. Janet is a pretty and pleasant little blond. As a nurse, she has quite a lot of savvy and maturity for her young age. 

At another party, Amy becomes obnoxious with the group, and after they call her on it, she insists on being punished. One of the guys readily volunteers, and pulls her over his knees. He lifts her skirt, pulls her panties down, giving her a couple of hard smacks. She likes that, but then he slides his fingers down her crack and across her pussy. She moans and spreads her legs a little. I am out of the room when this starts, but seeing where this is heading; I step in, pull her up and help her to get her panties back in place. I give the guy a look that said, "Don't ever do that again!" 

Back at home, I talk to her very sternly, about her drinking too much. I tell her that mostly the guys in the group look out for her like a little sister, but there isn't one of them that wouldn't mind fucking her, if I was not in the picture. 




Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 04



"Michael, I am so sorry, they just kept handing me drinks and I guess I ended up having too much." 

"Amy, I want you to refrain from alcoholic drinks at parties ... just stick to coke, okay honey? You are still underage anyway!" 

"Of course Michael, I will. I just didn't realize I was being touched ... um that way. Michael I am so sorry." 

She comes over, sits on my lap, kisses me sweetly and softly says, "Take me to bed honey!" 

That night we make love, with her insisting on my fucking her hard and rough; she is so turned on. She flexes her hard little body up to meet my thrusts like never before. She comes several times before we shower and settle in. 

She is as good as her word, and stays out of trouble at parties with friends. The guy who touched her, Fred, tries once again to coax her over his knees again but she refuses. Later in the evening, I wait for Fred to wander into the kitchen, and I follow him. 

I grab his shirt just under his throat and push him up against the wall, 

"Amy is my girlfriend Fred, and I would appreciate your respecting that. She is a little too innocent for her own good, and it is our job to all watch out for her a little. I know you will help me out with that!" 

"Sure Mike, no problem. I'm sorry, I really like Amy and won't ever do anything to hurt her. I'll make sure the other guys treat her right too." 

"Thanks Fred, I know you will, buddy." 

I let him go, straighten out his shirt for him, and clap him on the shoulder. I am not a brute, but at six-one and one-ninety-five, I can be intimidating, and I have enough muscle from my athletic activities, to insist on my own way most times. I hate doing it though ... it's not who I am. 

She will never willingly be with another man; I know that; she seems happy with my seven inches filling her up. I found out that she did not let Ben have sex with her the few times they dated. It was just a little kissing and light petting. She told me that herself saying that she just wanted to make me jealous at the time. She really thought that letting him touch and kiss her in the bowling alley was innocent. 

~ ~ ~ 

Part Eight, Law School Bound: 

The final semester of my senior year arrives with registration for courses. I have only three requirements left, all in my major field of political science. I walk into my first class of the morning, and see a familiar face. 

"Hi Kathy, what are you doing in this class?" 

"Oh hello Michael, this class is in my major field too. I will be going to law school next year, and this class fits in. Um, how about breakfast after?" 

"Can't today, but maybe some other time." 

Kathy takes a seat a row ahead of me, and a seat over so she will be in my line of sight for the semester. She is wearing a blue blouse with a couple of buttons strategically unbuttoned and tucked into a tight black skirt. I am able to see down into her magnificent décolletage, which is no doubt her reason for sitting where she is—to tease me with just such a view as each breath makes her breasts swell a little. I try not to take advantage, but do steal a little glance or two. Kathy is a lovely girl and she knows it! 

I look behind me in the class, to see Judy perched up in back in the last row. She is slumped down in her seat; arms folded, legs akimbo, wearing her signature pre-destressed jeans and a T-shirt with a faded image of some counter-culture icon or other. She is watching me with a smile that says that she is ... watching me. Likely because Kathy is also here, I am guessing! This should be an interesting semester! After the first class, I climb up to where Judy is. 

"Judy! Nice to see you doll, what the hell are you doing in my class?" 

"Is that Kathy Miller down there, Michael?" 

"Never answer a question with a question, Judy!" 

"I saw both you and Kathy entering the same class, and was just curious. Actually, I have an art history class just down the hall, but the first class is going to be just the usual organizational bullshit!" 

"Let me buy you breakfast, darlin'!" I offer. 

I use endearments with Judy because she is really just a sweetie with a hard shell. And, she takes such prodigiously good care of a little girl I love. After class, we walk over to a café just off campus, and find a quiet table. The food is good, and since they mostly cater to students, the price is right. Judy looks at me, 

"So, what's Amy up to this morning Michael?" 

"I think you already know that she has an English lit class this morning. It's a basic requirement they wouldn't let her test out of. After that—right now in fact—she has another class on international treaties. She has quite a full load as you know." I look directly into Judy's eyes and say to her, 

"Now for the real reason we are here: Kathy Miller just wandered into this class, and her being here has nothing to do with me. We have the same major, and she has been in classes with me before." After a pause, I tell her, "You will just have to trust me honey, and not hover over us like some kind of pretty but tough eagle, with great tits!" I chuckle. 

"Okay Michael, I do trust you but just looking out for Amy's interests ... she's my girl y'know." After a moment's hesitation—and pushing out her chest at me she continues, "I do have great tits, don't I?" We both laugh as I agree. 

Of course, now I am focused on how they push into her tight T-shirt; nipples well-defined without a bra to restrain them. We finish our quick breakfast, and as I get up, Judy is already on her feet. She puts her hands on my shoulders, and gives me a little peck, but squarely on the lips. Judy's lips and breath are sweet. I say, 

"I am pretty good about looking after Amy myself Judy, so no more skulking around. Okay?" She looks at me and with a trusting smile replies, 

"Okay! Thanks for breakfast darling." 

I turn to watch Judy walk out the door with her tight jeans nicely defining her shapely ass—I notice other guys watching her as well. She turns toward one of them, and gives him a smile that says, "Eat your heart out fella!" Judy is very attractive, but she is a bit of a ball-buster! 

I try to catch up with Amy after her last class to walk her home. I peek into the nearly empty classroom to see Amy surrounded by four guys. She is not flirting with them, but she is definitely enjoying the male attention as she carries on an animated conversation. I walk over to them, and she gives me a broad sweet smile as I reach through her small throng and pull her away simply saying, 

"Excuse me guys!" 

As I lead her away their eyes follow us (her, really) and I hear one of them say, 

"Damn!" 

I told Amy about Kathy and Judy being in my class. I also told her that Kathy asked me out for breakfast, but I took Judy instead. She was happy with my choice, and warned me about letting "that bitch" get too friendly. I assured her that Kathy is not a threat to her. Amy does not use the 'b-word' or similar language very often, but she does see Kathy as a threat. 

~ ~ ~ 

Kathy, Amy and I all graduated at the end of the term together, with Amy voted valedictorian of our class. She gives a rousing speech exhorting us all to make our degrees count in the world, and receives a standing ovation. My chest could not swell any further, with pride in my bright little girl. 

I gave her a small sterling silver pinkie ring at dinner after graduation. It is not an engagement ring, but more of a gift—and a promise to wait until after we graduate from law school. I just wanted to give her a graduation gift, and she loves jewelry—rings mostly. 

While Kathy nailed down a spot in a prestigious law school in the east, Amy resisted several prestigious offers from big-name law schools, insisting on attending locally with me. We keep our schedules as close to the same as we can, to help each other out with assignments. Amy is always the most well prepared member of our study group, and usually leads. 

Tom and Fred and a few others of our old college group of friends are still in town, so we get together frequently for parties. They help me look after Amy—still very naïve and innocent for a law school student. We attend a New Year's Eve party at the home of one of the group, and there seems to be a larger crowd than usual, with many people neither Amy nor I know. 

At one point before midnight, the supply of champagne runs low, so Tom and I leave to get another case. Tom actually has one in his garage he was hoping not to have to use, so we grab that one. He and Janet are into wines big time! While we were gone, it seems that Fred became distracted, and lost track of Amy. Asking around, he found out from a female friend that Amy started back toward the bathroom and bedroom area and hasn't been seen for a while. He heads back to investigate, and hears what sounds like screams coming from the bedroom. 

He quickly opens the first bedroom door, to find Amy on the bed with a man he didn't know on top of her ... some friend of a friend. Amy is screaming and pushing the man away who had taken off her pants and was trying to get at Amy. 

"C'mere you little tease!" Fred hears the man saying. Amy's responses are unintelligible. 

Fred grabs the man and pulls him off Amy. By that time, more friends enter the room, and a few of the men subdue this guy while the girls take care of Amy, helping her keep her ripped dress together. That was the precise moment when Tom and I arrived with champagne. 

One of the girls in our group tells us about a commotion in the other room, and not seeing Amy around, I immediately race, threading my way through the crowd, into the bedroom to see this guy with no pants on being subdued by Fred and a couple of others. I rush to Amy and embrace her as the girls, Janet and a couple of others tell me she is all right. I hug her tight, and kiss her on top of her head. She is sobbing on my chest. She looks up, wipes her tears away and says, 

"Michael, I'm okay Janet, Linda and Sarah have me. Just ... get him out of here, darling." 

The guy seemed to be quite badly bruised. I asked Fred what happened, and he told me the story. Apparently, this guy took a liking to Amy, danced with her once, and then later waited for her to visit the bathroom. He grabbed Amy in the darkened hallway, and pulled her into the bedroom. He was drunk, and intent on having his way with Amy. 

"Fred, who is this guy ... how did he get all those bruises?" I ask 

"Well, he is a friend of a friend of somebody at the party and um, he sort of ah, fell down a few times after we, John and Chad and me, got ahold of him." 

"Fred?" I ask accusingly my voice rising at the end, 

"Okay, I guess we kind of helped him fall down a few times. But Mike, he was going to rape our sweet girl. I just lost track of her, but it was just for a minute or two ... I'm so sorry Mike!" 

I clamp a hand on his shoulder and say, 

"It's okay, Fred. Thank you, you are a true friend. Let's get this guy out in front. Think he might fall down a few more times on the way? He just looks like the clumsy type." 

"Yah!" Fred says to me with a sly smile. Then to the guy, "C'mere ass-clown, you are so going for a ride." 

Fred is a badge, and knows most of the local cops. I let my friends lead him out to the front room to wait for the cops, while I comfort my little girl. Amy's face is a sheet of tears, and she tries to speak, 

"Mi-Michael, I-I am so so-sorry ... he just grabbed me. I could't stop him. I was being a good girl tonight! I promise!" 

"I know sweetheart, let the girls clean you up a little now. I'm here for you Angel-Face." 

"O-Okay, Mi-Michael" she throws her arms around me, trying hard not to cry. "I love you Michael!" 

Apparently, this guy did prove to be accident prone, and ended up with a few more bruises on his way to the living room. Fred quietly explained the situation to his friends on the force and they took him away, but they insisted that he put on his pants first. The sergeant asked Fred about the bruises, and Fred explains that the guy must have fallen down ... sort of accidentally. 

"Right! Well, you know we will need statements from you and each of these guys." the sergeant gives Fred sort of a half 'bro hug' and says to another policeman, "Get this ... thing out of here." 

Amy insisted on not charging him with rape, and the jury eventually convicted him of lewd behavior and second-degree assault. After the police took him away, I ask Amy if she wants me to take her home. She insists that the party go on, and after a couple of the girls fixed her dress, we dance until midnight. I dance with Janet as well, while Amy dances with Tom. Janet tells me that there actually was no penetration, but the guy did get his hands on her ... if you know what I mean. 

"Michael, Amy was a good girl tonight, and she said she wanted to save her drinking for a champagne toast with you at midnight. I saw her smile at this guy but there was nothing to it ... this asshole just took it the wrong way. I am sorry Michael, I just lost track of her ... it's crazy here." 

I give Janet a little kiss on the temple, and say, "It's okay honey. I know that you and Tom are good friends to Amy, and take good care of her. I am indebted to you guys ... and Fred too, for being so good to my girl." 

"Oh Mike, she is a little sweetheart, and even though she is very attractive to the guys, the girlfriends are not jealous of her ... mostly! She seems to be very bright, but a little on the naïve side, y'know ... guileless! She trusts everyone! Kind'a like a little girl that way!" 

"Well you, Linda and Sarah have been very good friends to Amy, and I appreciate it ... I'd love to give you all a big sloppy kiss!" 

"Mmm, I think we'd all like that Mike!" We both laugh, as the music and our dance ends I give Janet a little peck on the cheek. 

We all tuned in the TV to see the ball drop in Times Square, and cheer in the New Year, as I take my girl in my arms and kiss her passionately to strains of Auld Lang Syne. I even sing it to her looking into her eyes, and she cries with the emotion of being so loved. 

Although that guy did not penetrated Amy, she was quite shaken but recovered quickly. She insists on taking a shower as soon as we return home. I just hold her all night, and in the morning, make love to her slowly and affectionately. As we lay cuddling with her in my arms, she wiggles her little butt against my groin and quietly says, 

"I love you so much, Michael. I am so happy to have you and all of my nice friends to watch out for me. I know that I am smart, but men are always getting the wrong signals from me Michael ... why is that?" 

"Well, men have this thing in their pants that they allow to do their thinking for them sometimes. You know, the little head doing the thinking for the big head!" 

"Oh, Michael, I know that, but it is just hard to smile at a man without his getting the wrong idea that I want to um, be with him. Y'know?" 

"Go to sleep, sweetheart!" 

"Okay darling, mmm ... this feels so good ... so safe ... (yawn!) in your arms!" 

She closes her eyes, and is snoring softly within seconds. Amy is an absolute tornado during the day, so funny to see her sleeping peacefully with the activities and cares of the day completely drained from her pretty face. I watch her sleep for a while, just thinking. Thinking about what logic she uses to think that letting a boy fondle her breasts and kiss her in a back room is innocent. 

I am thinking about whether her imperative for exhibitionism, and allowing men to touch her might morph into more disturbing behavior. Perhaps she might think it is innocent to let someone touch, not only her breasts, but also her sex. I am not worried about whatever she has going on with Judy Hodgkins. Judy is not a threat to me over Amy. She may be bi, but Amy is not ... she is just responding to an affectionate friend who loves her. 

So, I am lying here looking down at an absolutely angelic face snoring softly, and wondering what is in her heart to do—what she will allow other men to do with her. I decide to watch over her and to protect her without becoming co-dependent with her behavior. 

I love her deeply and truly. 

I know from my own experience that when something — particularly something sexual— feels good, it becomes desirable with increasing intensity. It simply does not matter to Amy if someone sees her tits or even her sweet pussy; they are only body parts to her, like an arm or a leg. If it feels good to her, what's to keep her from seeking more intensity; allowing men to go further with her? 

Right now, I have exclusive access to intimacy with her, so just for right now ... I am happy. 

I reach down and kiss Amy on the cheek as she sleeps, she interrupts her breathing long enough to wet her lips briefly, and then return to her quiet snores. Lying behind her, I fall asleep with the sweetly perfumed aroma of her hair in my nostrils. 

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Law school is demanding for both of us, so we limit our attendance at parties, and thus, temptation for Amy, for a while. 

There is a lot of individual and group study with long nights in the library, Amy and I quiz each other on points of law, even when we are have breakfast at the campus café. As before with our undergrad papers, Amy and I work closely together like a pair of gloves on all of our work. Our hard work is liberally peppered with little kisses and hugs in public and hard fucking in private. 

I gained an interest in litigation from my great success during my moot court case. I do most of the questioning of witnesses, while Amy and some others on the team provide the research, and search for presidents, etc. Amy has a fine legal mind, and develops a particular genius for research, and for contract law. She prepares the brief for that class in our study group. With her bent for the intellectual background work of the law, I am thinking that she might make a superb law professor someday. 

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(To be continued)



Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 05



From Chapter 04: Kathy tries to reignite a relationship with Michael, but fails. Amy and Michael live together during the last year of college, and into law school. Amy lets her guard down with an ex-boyfriend, and later she is nearly raped at a party. Michael worries about her fetish for exhibitionism leading her into more trouble, but he and their friends redouble their efforts to watch out for her.

In this chapter, Amy invites Judy over for dinner. I make dinner for the girls, and we go clubbing afterward. The next evening becomes very interesting. Amy's and Michael's romance and love for each other deepens as they deal with their issues. Amy becomes a talented professional and moves past her adolescent proclivities. This chapter will end the series in good fashion.

Please note that all names are fictitious, and are not meant to refer to any real person. All characters are over eighteen years of age.

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Part Nine, An interesting evening with Amy and Judy.

On a non-study evening—a Friday evening—Amy invites her friend Judy over for dinner ... just the three of us for a pleasant evening. Judy rings the outside bell, and Amy jumps up to buzz her in. They only thing I can hear when Judy is buzzed in and reaches our door, is the giggling back and forth as she enters the foyer.

As I walk over near them, their quiet conversation stops and the both look at me with the same exact sheepish smile. Not sure at the time what they were discussing so secretly. I give Judy a hug, and as she kisses me on the cheek. I get each of the girls a glass of wine, and tell them that dinner is nearly ready. I am making lasagna with a Caesar salad and steamed veggies. Amy made an apple pie for dessert.

Judy sits together with Amy on the couch, and I am in an easy chair facing them. They are both wearing nearly identical outfits, consisting of satin blouses, short skirts, and low heels without stockings. Judging from her 'jiggle factor,' I am guessing that Judy is not wearing a bra under her loose button-up blouse.

We talk together about school, and friends ... who is dating whom, just normal bullcrap. Judy crosses her legs, and then switches directions crossing them the other way. She looks directly at me while she does it and smiles. I admire her lovely long legs. She says to me,

"Nice, huh?" 

I just laugh and shake my head at her. Amy misses that interaction and says,

"Wait! What? What's nice?"

"Judy's legs!" I tell her with a chuckle.

"Judy! Stop it! Stop flirting with my guy!" Amy says sternly to her flirty friend ... then softens her scold with a smile.

"Amy, I am always going to flirt with Mike, you know that! He's cute and it's just a game between the two of us! If he ever tries to touch me I will brain him, and he knows it."

"I object to being treated like a sexual object! How can—" I start to say.

"Quiet Michael, Judy and I are having a discussion!" Amy stops me and says to her friend, "Judy, please try to behave yourself! I know it will be difficult, but please try, darling." 

"But I—" I interject,

"Shut up Mike, I'm talking to Amy!" Then says to Amy, "You know that I would never harm you or your relationship with 'interrupto' here, but I cannot make any promises!" Judy says.

"Another class of wine ladies?" I finally get through.

"Finally! Something worth listening to! Yah cupcake, I'll take a refill!" says Judy, as she and Amy share a laugh at my expense.

"Judy, be kind to Michael!" Amy exhorts.

Then I break the tension by announcing,

"Dinner's ready! Let's eat!"

Everything turns out great, and we are all eating heartily. Amy takes some of my lasagna from my plate, and giggles as I shake my head. Judy looks on curiously and I explain to her that Amy always steals from my plate. It is just her thing.

"You two!" Judy says, "You should be in the sickening couple hall of fame! But I love it! You are good to my girl Mike, that's one of the reasons you are still alive." All three of us laugh at that. 

"So, what are some of the other reasons?" I ask Judy just to tease her.

"Just keep on taking care of our girl here, and you won't have to worry about the other reasons dude." Judy says looking directly into my eyes. Amy insists, 

"You guys! You don't have to take care of me ... I can ... I can take care of myself y'know."

Judy and I look at each other and both try to stifle a laugh.

"Well, I can!" Amy insists, and I tell her sweetly,

"Amy m'love, you are one the brightest people I know. You have an IQ that is way off the charts, but you are also the sweetest and most guileless woman in the universe. Judy and I look out for you and believe me, it is a labor of love!" Judy nods her agreement.

"Oh, you guys! You are both so sweet! We are going to have such a nice time tonight!" 

The girls inform me that we are all going out tonight. Since I am wearing jeans and a knit shirt, they order me to change. I change into slacks, a nice shirt and a sports coat, and we leave for a local club after the girls finish up in the kitchen. We vote to save Amy's pie until later.

The club has a good band and plays danceable music. I dance a couple of times with both of the girls; Judy tells me that she and Amy might want to dance with other guys later. I dance with my little Amy first, and she is sweet and affectionate. She kisses me as we dance and I slide my hands down onto her lower back, pulling her closer. Over her shoulder, I see Judy watching us as she dances close with her partner. When I slide a hand onto Amy's ass, Judy gives me an approving nod with her lips pursed.

Judy is next. I rarely dance with her, and we have only ever traded some amount of brother-sister affection, and some pseudo-sexual banter. She has a nice shape with largish breasts, and is a little closer to my size, so with heels she is nearly eye-to-eye with me. I have my hand on her back lower down, and then I start to slide it down a little onto the top of her ass.

"Go ahead Michael ... do it! See what happens!" Judy warns with smoke in her eyes,

That sounds like a threat, but she is wearing a bit of a smile. So, I slide my hand fully onto her ass, massaging it a little, and I give it a couple of love pats. I curl my fingers and trace them down her crevice and squeezing her butt cheek a little. It's really nothing sexual, I am just teasing her ... calling her bluff ... seeing how far she will let me go. I figure that if I am going to die, this is as pleasurable a way to go as any! 

She smiles a little sweeter, opens her lips and nearly touching them to mine, breathes into my mouth. Her breath smells sweet, and then I feel the silver ring on her lip as she slides it across my lips. Then with lips still parted presses them to mine briefly and pulls them back—more of a touch than a kiss. She looks into my eyes and in a throaty voice says,

"If you were my guy Michael dear, you would so be getting laid tonight!"

Amy looks over at us scrunches her face, not sure if she approves of Judy and I dancing so close. Amy's partner pulls her closer with his hand low on her back, but she pushes back to maintain a proper distance with the stranger. After the dance, Amy leaves her partner and catches up with Judy,

"Judy! What are you up to with Michael?

"It is just a little teasing back and forth my little darling between Mike and me ... and he's kissable!" She giggles.

After my brush with death dancing with Judy, the three of us share some drinks at the booth. Amy has soft drink coctails with a cherry in them, but Judy is old enough to drink, since she is about my age ... maybe a year older. 

She can afford a place off campus, but likes dorm life ... it makes her feel more like a college girl mingling with the other coeds. She feels fortunate having had Amy assigned as her dorm mate. Amy is sweet, and doesn't pry into Judy's life or extra-curricular activities. She has adopted Amy as her little sister.

After a little while, Judy is approached by a young and handsome guy wearing a business suit, sans tie. He is also not wearing a wedding ring, but has a thin tan line around his ring finger. I know that Judy notices also. The girls both look so good in their short skirts and silky blouses. Judy is on the outside, so she is asked first.

She is dancing close with her partner, and he responds by sliding his hand down over her ass. She whispers something to him, and he slides the hem of her dress up a little, and rubs her bare ass as she opens her mouth and kisses him more passionately. Amy and I are enjoying our drinks, as another young suit asks Amy to dance, but she politely declines. Then she moves closer to me and kisses me with little soft guppy-kisses. I feel her soft lips on mine, and her sweet breath in my mouth. She opens her eyes dreamily, looks up at me and moans, 

"Ohhh, Michael!"

After their dance, Judy's partner walks her back to the table, and he starts to take a seat next to Judy when I look at him and say,

"Private party tonight dude, just the three of us."

He gives me a look, smiles at Judy and kisses her hand thanking her for the dance. Judy says to him,

"Anytime, sugar!"

I just have to know, so I ask Judy what she whispered to her partner,

"I told him 'if that hand is going where I think it is dick-wad, you owe me a drink'."

No sooner had she finished saying that, than a waiter comes over with a drink for her saying, "From the gentleman at table four." He nods his head in the direction of Judy's stealth/married dance partner.

Hell honey, for that kind of action, I'd buy you a drink!" I say, teasing Judy.

"Michael!!!" Amy interjects.

"Nah, he is a married man fucking around on his wife. I figure a dance is okay, but I do not screw married men. He is a good dancer though so I let him play with me a little—doin' his wife a favor by gettin' him going ... getting' his motor revved for her later! Plus, I like having a man's hands on my ass!"

"Judy, you are one of a kind!" I say to her laughing. Amy giggles her agreement.

I dance one more dance with Amy, since the band is playing a slow tune ... a very nice way to finish the evening with my sweet girl. Judy rises with us, walks over to the guy she danced with before grabs his hand and pulls him out onto the dance floor.

"C'mon asshole, this is my last dance tonight, so make it good!" She tells him.

Amy and I over hear, and laugh quietly. Then Amy gets a serious look on her face, closes her eyes, and kisses me dancing on tiptoes. She throws her arms around my neck as she kisses me deeper, slurping her hungry mouth against mine. I move my hands from her hips, one up on her back, and the other on her sweet little butt. I pull her into me, just loving being with my girl.

The dance ends, and I see tears in Amy's eyes as she pulls away. She lays her head on my chest and says in a shaky, teary voice,

"I love you so much, Michael! I love you so much it hurts!"

She is renting my heart in two with the genuine depth of her emotions, and I can't help tearing up myself. I am speechless after her teary declaration, so I just hug her closer to me.

Then she breaks out crying, as I lead her back to the booth, and she turns toward me still crying on my shoulder. I notice that her short skirt rises quite a bit as she turns toward me, and I slide my hand up the outside of her thigh, and under her skirt nearly to her hip as I pull her in closer. 

I look up to see Judy and her partner coming back onto the dancefloor from some dark private place, and she is adjusting her skirt and buttoning up her blouse. As Amy and I are recovering from our tender moment, Judy plops down into the booth. We both look at her inquiringly, and she volunteers,

"Nah, I didn't fuck him, just gave him a little taste. I pulled my knickers off and let him play with my ass. Then I gave him a blowjob, called him an asshole, and sent him back to his wife! I'll bet she'll be getting it harder tonight than she's has had it for a while!"

Amy and I look at our friend with open mouths, then she exclaims with her eyes wide,

"Oh my goodness Judy!" 

"You're not wearing any Knickers?" I ask.

Judy smiles at her naïve and innocent friend (ignoring my remark) and replies,

"Just think of it as my contribution to neglected wives everywhere ... sendin' 'em home horny and ready!" I laugh as Amy says,

"Judy! How you talk!" 

Judy just reaches across the table, puts her hands on Amy's cheeks and kisses her girlfriend softly on the lips.

With our drinks emptied, we decide to head home. Amy is in the front seat, but sitting as close to me as is possible. At one point, she takes my hand and puts it on her thigh with my fingertips up under the hem of her skirt. This is my cue to massage her inner thigh, as she opens her legs a little for me. I slide my fingers up the inside of her thighs, and she closes her eyes, breathing faster. I am also trying to maintain some attention to driving. When I reach her crotch, she opens her legs further and gasps, as my finger slips into her panties and onto her very wet sex.

The best I can do and still drive safely is to finger her clit as she moans and breaths harder with her mouth open and her eyes closed. After a while, she shudders into a nice little orgasm. She is lying back in her seat with her legs splayed, eyes closed and breathing hard through her still wide-open lips. I can hear Judy in the back grunting and trying to stifle her own heavy breathing, so I am guessing that she is touching herself after watching Amy and me in the front seat.

I flash on Judy's little pink panties sticking out of the shirt pocket of her dance partner as they came back from their little private episode, so I know she is in the back seat sans briefs. A strong sex aroma wafts up from the back seat, along with Judy's heavy breathing so her dance partner must have gotten to her as well! I hope the guy's wife doesn't find her knickers on him, or his pecker is going to be on bread and water for a while!

Back at my place, I pour the girls a glass of wine as we chat. Judy's face is flush and I smirk as I fill her glass. She gives me a look that says that I will be in severe pain if I say anything, so I turn to fill Amy's glass. Amy notices Judy's lack of undergarments since is she siting opposite us in the chair with one leg tucked under the other affording us a view up her short skirt. She looks down at her exposed anatomy, and answers our unasked question,

"Yeah, I gave 'em to my dance partner ... just a little gift to make him hard on the way back to his little wifey. I wore 'em all day, and they were juicy when I gave them to him ... really juicy!" 

We all laugh, but my cock involuntarily twitched when she said that. Judy looks at me knowing that I know everything she's been up to, and she knows the effect it is having on me. We share a smile as she purses her lips and nods ... a secret communication that Amy does not notice ... or does she? She quickly turns her head to me just as my shared smile with Judy fades.

Then Judy gets up and declares that she is heading for the shower, and then to the guest bedroom. 

"Anyone who wishes to come in and soap me up is welcome ... clothing optional!" She says to no one in particular.

"Judy, just take your shower!" Amy says to her with a little edge on it, then she softens and says, "See you in the morning, darling!"

After Judy departs, Amy gives me a sultry look reaches up under her skirt, and after a couple wiggles of her cute little ass, presents me with her own panties.

"Michael, I wore these all day too, and they are nice and juicy ... just for you! And um, maybe you can soap me up ... clothing optional!"

"Amy, don't worry about Judy. She is just being her sweet inappropriate self. You're my girl!" I take her face in my hands and looking directly into her brown eyes, kiss her on her cheek just below her eye, and reiterate, "You're my girl!"

She sighs, releasing breath held-in a little and smiles lovingly. I tease her by putting her proffered panties to my nose breathing them in, as she giggles nervously covering her mouth a little with her hands, and then she pulls me down on top of her, on the couch and breathes,

"Make love to me Michael! Now ... right here!"

I am so hard after being with my two sexy companions, and Amy is so wet that I just slide right in all the way, as she gasps loudly. After all of our active dancing and fooling around in the car, she smells like sex! My pants and briefs are down around my knees and Amy is still in her skirt, stockings, and blouse, as we enjoy a quick but very satisfying zipless fuck.

Amy and I head for the shower together, slowly soaping, kissing and fondling. I grab a towel and sit on the bed waiting for Amy. She comes out, with a towel around her body, and one around her head. She sits on my lap, and I take the towel from around her head, and gently dry her hair with it, as is our custom. We talk quietly together, and she wants to know my overall impression of Judy. I tell her,

"I like Judy, and am happy that she treats you with so much love and care. But honey, you dorm mate is a very sexual person. She has huge appetites, and just enjoys the shock value of what she says and does. Under that tough shell, is a sweet and warm person."

"Do you really think so Michael?" After a moment's thought she adds, "You wouldn't ... want to ... like d-do it would you ... wi-with her, I m-mean?"

"Of course! I'm a man after all, but we make choices about things ... about women. She and I tease a little back and forth, but you are the one I choose ... you are the one I choose!" 

I look her in the eyes with a serious look, 

"Amy darling, you are my one and only little love!" Then I respond to another quick thought and say, 

"Y-You don't mind Judy's and my little kisses and touches, do you?" Amy lowers her head a little and softly says,

"No, I-I guess not."

I suspect that she really does mind, even though she's not saying it. I realize that I am being an insensitive jerk for not thinking that Amy really might not like the affectionate stuff between Judy and me, so I vow to stop. I look at my little darling and say,

"Amy, why didn't you tell me you don't like that?"

"I don't know Michael!" She says softly with tears forming in her eyes, "I guess it is um, innocent and everything like you say, and Judy is my best girlfriend, but it does bother me a little."

"Amy! Sweetheart! I am just being nice to your friend, but I will stop it immediately. I am so sorry I was so insensitive, forgive me?"

"Oh Michael, you don't have anything to apologize for, and neither does Judy. It is just me um, I guess. I love you both, but it does ... bother me a little... seeing you kissing another girl ... even Judy." Then she hangs her head a little and says, 

"So, Michael, I can see why you didn't like my kissing Ben um, that time at the bowling alley. To me it was innocent, but I c-can see w-why it was upsetting to you. Michael I want to be the only girl you play with, and you will be the only boy, um man, I want to be with."

"You are the only girl I want to play with, Angel Face!" She takes in what I am saying, and tearing up a little she softly says,

"Michael, please make love to me, I need it slowly and lovingly."

She stands, letting her body towel drop to the floor and I do the same with mine. I pick up her lithe little form and gently set her on the bed. We spend a long time just playing, kissing, fondling, talking softly, laughing, and giggling until we started to make love slowly. 

After some amount of teasing, she gasps as I slowly slide into her sweet wet pussy ... inch by inch! We make love for hours, and fall into an exhausted, sweaty sleep in each other's arms with Amy confessing, with a little giggle, to a lingering tingling in her buttocks.




Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 05



I awake before morning, and notice that Amy is gone, so I search for her. As I pass the small guest room, I hear some quiet conversation. I don't want to impose on Judy's privacy, but slowly crack the door just enough to see if Amy is there. I see the two of them leaning against the head of the bed talking quietly interrupted only with a brief little touches or kisses. But, they didn't seem to be romantic, but more platonic little sister—big sister kind of stuff. 

So I am likely getting a glimpse of their usual relationship in the dorm. Judy is the big sister Amy never had, with her real sister Janie, being so cool and detached. I open the door just another inch, and it creaks a little. Judy says in an even voice,

"Come and join us Michael!"

They were both dressed in T-shirt and panties, but I am shirtless with form-fitting boxer briefs. I settled on the bed facing them, but in front of Amy. Amy looks guilty and says,

"Michael, what are you thinking?" She lifts her eyes and quickly lowers them again not sure what to expect from me.

"Relax honey! I know that Janie wasn't much of a big sister to you, but I am happy that you found one in college. Judy is a wonderful big sister to you, and I am happy for that." After I say this, Judy responds for both of them.

"I knew you were a quick study, Michael. You are good for Amy, and yeah, Amy's my little sister! I'm glad she has you too!" 

I moved up to hug Amy, and since I am now between them, receive a kiss on the cheek from Judy as well. We have a group hug, and I take Amy into our bedroom, leaving Judy to catch a few more hours. Amy and I cuddle in our bed until late morning, just talking quietly with our lips so close that each word is a little kiss, before we fall asleep again. In the morning, we look for Judy, but she is gone, and the bed made. She left us a note tacked to the front door that reads,

"You guys are the best friends I have ever had, and I love you both. I had a wonderful time with you last night but today belongs to you, to love and talk. Work out your issues, and call me later." It is signed, "Love, Judy."

Amy makes breakfast for me, and as we eat and drink our coffee, we talk about Judy's note trying to decide what it means. Then we take our coffee into the living room. Amy is dressed in one of my white dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up, and panties. She has the first four buttons unbuttoned to make it more comfortable. I am wearing just a knit shirt and jeans.

We talk about everything we can think of in our lives. We talk about my penchant for using physicality to solve problems, and we talk about her exhibitionism and her other urges. We talk about our group of friends, and our law school issues. At the end of it, I look at Amy, she looks at me, and we find that we have talked through everything that affects our lives, and have become closer than we were just an hour and a half before.

We even talk about Judy, and both decide that whatever amount of affection she shows to either of us, we will each accept it, and not have a problem with it. She is our best friend, and we are essentially a trio. Amy sums it up by saying,

"She can kiss you and touch you, but Michael, nothing more! And the same goes for me. But neither of us can show that amount of affection to anyone else—even our group of friends ... except maybe a peck on the cheek to either Tom or Janet—they are special friends."

We also decide that our law school studies are more important than anything else is right now, as we are nearing completion and looking forward to the bar exam looming close. I make us some sandwiches with chips and as we eat, we get out our books and start to quiz each other on cases and points of law, with Amy grabbing a couple of chips off my plate. 

We find once again that we think fast, complete each other's sentences, and work together very smoothly, and without argument. We collapse back on the couch when we finish, and after a little playing, realize that we need to move to the bedroom soon. We know that there will be differences in our future, but we decide that any arguments between us be settled with a hug and a kiss, or like now, about to make love.

We call for a sex break after hours of hard work, and Amy giggles as she races into the bedroom trailing my shirt and her panties. After our lovemaking session, Amy is straddling my lap facing me on a stool in the kitchen, as she calls Judy and invites her over for dinner, and a pleasant evening. The two girls talk for half an hour on the phone, as I play with Amy's naked body and give her little kisses. She is giggling and slapping my hand as she tries to concentrate, toward the end of the conversation, I hear her say (in part),

"Oh, it's just Michael. He's being a brat! ... well, I don't know ... Judy! Really? ... I just don't ... well, let's see how it goes ... um, no I really don't ... alright ... alright ... bye darling! "

No idea what they agreed to and I didn't ask, but will likely find out tonight. It is Saturday, and we are taking a break with Judy, saving Sunday to study all day for exams. Judy comes over with a couple of bags of groceries, intent on making us dinner at our place. I take the groceries into the kitchen, leaving the girls to talk quietly. Sounds like something Judy is talking Amy into in a whisper ... something Amy reluctantly agrees to. 

The girls work together on dinner, and refuse all of my offers for help. They decide after some serious discussion between them (just messing with me) that they might trust me to open the wine. They giggle when I protest, and high-five each other. 

"I'm feeling abused over here ladies!" I protest. Judy laughs raucously and replies,

"Uuuh, hold that thought, Michael darling!" (Amy blushes deep red) Something is going on or will be going on; I'm not sure what, but ... something.

We all sit down to a spaghetti dinner with homemade meatballs, and the apple pie Amy made last night. We talk and eat and laugh, and the girls giggle back and forth about every little thing talking in a kind of code I don't understand, but let pass; one of my meatballs somehow ends up on Amy's plate. 

After dinner, we move to the living room. I put on some music, then get another couple of bottles of wine and pour for the girls. Since we are not going anywhere tonight and Judy is spending the night again, we all drink as much as we like, and are all definitely feeling the effects ... feeling really loose!

I grab Amy off the couch and pull her into a quick little dance to lively music. The next song is a slow one and we are barely moving as we dance. Amy pulls her arms in as I encircle her body with my arms. She places her palms on my chest with her cheek resting between them. I kiss her on the top of her head, and then kiss her lips when she raises her face to me.

Our slow make-out dance is turning Amy on, and she is getting a little woozy from the wine, but at one point toward the end of it, she whispers,

"Dance with Judy, Michael!" 

She didn't want her friend to feel left out, I am thinking this has something to do with what their two feverish little brains had worked out in their whispered conversation at the door.

"You are okay with it?" I said softly.

"Yes, Michael! Dance with her!"

As the song ends Amy moves to the couch as I take Judy's hand and we move into a proper and decent dance pose, we are moving slowly since this is another slow piece. What I didn't see (and found out about later) was Judy looking at Amy over my shoulder, and Amy nodding to her. Judy moves her arms up and around my neck as her big firm breasts press against my chest. 

She kisses me very passionately, mauling my mouth with hers; I taste her tongue stud, along with her sweet mouth but can smell the wine on her breath. Her aromas and sweet breath are arousing! I pull her closer, and slide my hand down to the small of her back. Judy whispers to me,

"Touch me Michael!" 

I move a hand down over the back of her tight jeans and onto her pretty ass, letting my fingers lightly massage her over her jeans as she continues to kiss me passionately. She turns around facing away from me, and as my arms go around her onto her chest and stomach, she wiggles her ass into my crotch. 

I move one hand up to her breasts, holding them underneath and feeling the weight of them, squeezing them and playing with her hardening nipples. My other hand lay flat on her stomach holding her against me, massaging her lightly. Judy unbuttons her jeans and slides the zip down some as I move my fingers inside the top of her jeans and into the top of her slit. She reaches her arms up and back around my neck, flexing her body with her butt still tightly pushing into my crotch as I continue touching her.

She moans as she turns back around and shoves her tongue back into my mouth. I slide my hand down her back and inside her jeans over her buttery-soft ass. She groans into my mouth as I massage her buttocks and slide a finger down onto her tight little asshole pushing it in just a little. Judy jams her lips into mine harder as she kisses me passionately! When the music ends, she slowly pulls her tongue out of my mouth, and gives me a sweet kiss. 

She pushes me onto the couch and takes Amy's hand and the next tune is a little livelier as the girls do a kind of hustle step together. They sway their hips as they dance like they have done this many times before. Part on dorm life, I am guessing! What is likely not a part of dorm life was the way they kiss each other, and rub each other's breasts just before the music ends.

We continue talking, laughing, and I dance with both girls as more of the wine completely erodes our inhibitions. Not used to all of the alcohol, I can tell that Amy is getting a little woozy. As another slow number plays, Judy gives Amy back to me. Amy and I try to improve on some of the moves Judy and I shared earlier. Amy turns so that she is pushing her tiny butt into my crotch, and I am sure that she can feel my hardening cock pushing into her crack. She raises her arms and reaches back to me like Judy did, as she says softly,

"Unbutton my top of darling!" I slowly massage her chest and stomach, unbuttoning one button at a time, sliding my hand inside onto her breasts and rock-hard nipples, and then unbuttoning the rest of her buttons. Amy is not wearing a bra either, and with her hands still around my neck, I rewsach up and play with her tits as we dance, and as Judy watches with a sexy smile. Playing with Amy's breasts with one hand, I move the other one down to her stomach and pull her in tighter against my body.

I remove her blouse, as my hand slips down inside her shorts and panties ... I turn her toward Judy. Judy reaches down to unbutton Amy's shorts. I slide my hand over her front and a finger down over her clit and across her very slippery pussy lips. I slide it into her as far as I can, and then pull it out offering it to her lips; she takes it into her mouth tasting her own juices from my finger. She closes her eyes, and whispers breathily,

"Take my sh-shorts off!

Judy steps forward to slide Amy's shorts and panties down with one smooth movement over her ass and down onto her legs. Amy wiggles a little, they fall to her feet and she steps out of them. She is completely naked except for a pair of bobby sox, and she turns around so that her naked ass is facing Judy, and almost in her face. Judy slides her hands over Amy's ass and between her legs and onto her friend's pussy. Since Amy and I are dancing so closely I feel Judy's hand caressing my balls over my jeans. 

Judy gets up removes her top, and moves up behind Amy. My arms go around her as her arms go around Amy. The three of us are moving slowly together to the driving beat of Ravel's Bolero with Judy and I wearing only jeans, and Amy sandwiched between us completely naked. Judy reaches over Amy's shoulder and kisses me. Then I kiss Amy as Judy kisses her soft tiny shoulders, and fondles her breasts. My hands move over Judy's naked shoulders and down her sides. Judy shudders a little as my hands slide over the sides of her breasts.

Judy then breaks away, Amy tells her in a breathy voice that she wants to take me into the bedroom, but she may join us later if she wishes. The wine has completely removed our inhibitions tonight and we are like three lovers! Amy and I move to the bedroom, and make love long and slowly ... passionately ... lovingly. When we are finished, and spooning together I tell Amy quietly that I am very uncomfortable kissing and touching Judy the way we are doing tonight.

She says quietly,

"It's okay Michael. Judy and I talked about all of this, and we decided that if things get romantic, that we are both okay with anything that happens ... but only for tonight."

Judy does join us later completely naked, I look at Amy and she quietly whispers to me,

"It's okay, Michael!"

So I decide to take my cues from the girls. Judy slides in behind me and pulls me around to face her. I start to fondle her lovely body and large breasts, as we kiss. Amy is right behind me, moving her hands over my back, my ass, and as much of Judy as she can reach. Judy pulls me on top of her, and opens her legs, as I slide between them. Amy massages me from behind, and helps to feed my hard cock into her friend's pussy. She fondles both of our enjoined parts as she whispers to me that she wants me to make love to Judy.

My cock slides easily into Judy wet, silky and surprisingly tight pussy. I begin to fuck her smoothly, but gradually pick up the pace and end in pounding her hard. She is breathing hard and her large breasts jiggle attractively. The feeling of my cock inside her warm squishy insides is indescribable! Judy is a strong girl, and pushes her hips up hard and fast against my thrusts, as she pushes her sweet mouth into mine. It is hard to tell just who is fucking whom! 

It does not take long before I stiffen and come deep inside her pussy as she screams and shudders into an orgasm of her own. I can feel her insides pulsating and squeezing against my cock, and the sensation is keeping me hard inside her. Later as I flop over onto my back, Amy slides on top of her friend, and I hear Judy tell Amy in a still breathy voice,

"T-Thank you my ... my little darling! I s-so needed that!" then to me, "Michael, you ... you are ... incredible, darling!"

Amy hugs her friend, and whispers something to her, with a little giggle, that I did not catch. The two of them wriggle against each other, touching, mouthing, fingering, pinching, and kissing. The three of us fall asleep together, and I somehow awake between them, spooning up behind Amy with my morning hard-on between her thighs, with Judy spooned up behind me with her arms around me. 

We wake, untangle, and wordlessly slide out of the bed, taking our turns in the shower. Afterward, I have two girls each with two towels, and starting with Amy, I take one of her towels and dry her hair, the then do the same for Judy. Judy's other towel is just around her lower body, so her lovely globes jiggle as it attend to her hair.

This night had to happen that way ... it was inevitable with the pent-up sexual tension between the three of us. None of the three of us said anything about it through breakfast, and none of us ever had any heartburn over what happened. We all realized, without expressing it, that what happened was sexy and wonderful, and won't happen again! 

Later, Amy felt compelled to say something to me to settle the matter in her mind,

"Michael, thank you for letting us be so sexy with you last night. It turned me on so much, I wanted you to fuck me so hard ... and you did!" Then she paused for a moment and added, 

"It is okay that you fucked Judy I wanted you to, but just this once darling ... just this once!

Sunday comes, and we are devoting the whole day to studying for exams. Judy stays with us but studies on her own, makes us coffee, and a couple of sandwiches for a lunch break. We talk, and laugh together over Judy's offerings, but none of us says a word about last night. It happened, it's over, and there is nothing more to say.

~ ~ ~

Part Ten, Amy and I move on with our lives together.

With our epic three-way out of our systems, the three of us move on like before. We get together occasionally and even go out clubbing, but Judy brings a date with her ... someone she realty likes from her bike club named Derek. He is a rather basic guy, but quite intelligent and is well informed enough to hold his own over a range to discussion topics. It turns out that our tough little Judy has been a one-man-girl for a long time (except for that one night only). Derek makes it more fun for Judy to interact with us socially as friends, and he and I find a lot of common ground.

Amy and I make it through exams with little problem, and start right in preparing for our bar exams. It comes as no surprise to me that She graduates first in our class, with me down the list a few notches but still in the top ten percent. She graduates summa cum laude, and I manage to graduate cum laude. 

We essentially cloister ourselves in our place studying for the bar exam, cutting ourselves off from the rest of the human race. Except for trips to the law library, we spend all our time studying our asses off! We are too tired most nights for sex, so we sit on the couch with Amy on my lap facing me, she is looking at a casebook over my shoulder and I am reading one over hers ...but we get some togetherness from that, with occasional kisses and touches on page turns.

Sometimes this practice leads to my getting hard with her on my lap, and we have to squeeze out a quickie. I tell her she is not allowed to read a casebook over my shoulder as I fuck her though. We decide to do our own review rather than taking a review course, since our study time is more efficient on our own. 

During meal breaks, Amy and I work so fluidly together in the kitchen, that we can share tasks preparing and cooking without having to discuss who is going to do what. It just sort of happens on its own. Every so often, I put on some music, and I pull Amy into an impromptu hip-hop dance in the kitchen during meal prep. 

Occasionally, we need to interact with the rest of humanity, and go out to a local café for lunch. Or, Judy will bring some take-out over, and we can relax with her. She understands that these breaks will be brief, and she either leaves, or reads quietly on her own as we go back to our studies. Judy is always welcome to stay the night if she wishes, and occasionally slides into bed with us, but with no sex ... just group cuddling. We get used to about six hours of sleep, and most of the rest of day is devoted to study and quizzing, or arguing with each other on cases.

Amy receives many offers from large law firms nationwide because of her class standing, but settles on one of the best local firms, one with mostly a commercial clientele so she can make use of her talent for contract law. I receive some very good offers from local firms and accept one that was impressed with my moot court performance so I can develop my love for litigation. Although we work for different firms, we are still in the same city, so we can be together. We had previously decided that we would stay together, regardless of offers either of us might receive. Our goal is to live together, and eventually practice law together in our own firm. 

We decide that we needed to get the bar exams out of the way, before accepting any offers, and at least a year into our careers before getting married. After we receive our results on the exams, I celebrate by taking my sweet girl out to dinner. So, I pick a very nice restaurant, and we have a glorious steak dinner with the trimmings and a fairly, not too bad champagne.




Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 05



When she goes to the ladies' room, I place a little black velvet box next to her plate. I am doing it the old-fashioned way! When she returns, her eyes widen at seeing the little box, as she plops down into her chair. She looks up at me with her eyes and mouth wide open, then looks back at the box. As she attempts to opens it, her fingers slip and it snaps shut and she squeals. She blushes and tries it again. "OH MICHAEL!" she says with a gasp, covers her mouth with her hands, and looks back at me with the most surprised look on her pretty face.

I drop to one knee and with the whole restaurant looking on and I nervously profess my love to Amy. I prepared and memorized a short speech, telling her all of the little things that I love so much about her, and end it by asking her to marry me. She is crying when she says, 

"YES! YES! OH-MY-GOD YES! ... MICHAEL!" Everyone in the restaurant applauds!

With tears nearly filling her eyes, she deftly takes the ring out of the box, wipes her eyes to see the brilliantly colored sparkle of it, turning it, looking at it, before it dawns on her to hand it to me so I can slide it on her finger. She was my love, my little darling, now she is my fiancée ... and she will be my wife. 

My little oversimplified Amy knew when she was just fourteen that she wanted to marry me someday; it just took a little longer for me to catch up with her. Her most cherished schoolgirl dream is coming true and my overly-emotional little girl is crying with supreme joy!

The bandleader at the restaurant motions to us to get up and dance as they play the Anniversary Waltz. One of the clarinetists is also a talented tenor and comes down to sing it to us while we dance. Such a surreal moment, although the restaurant is crowded no one makes a sound as we step and twirl to the 1-2-3 rhythm of the music. Every eyeball in the place is riveted to our dancing, with the men smiling and the women dabbing their eyes with their handkerchiefs. 

Amy is a mess of tears and laughter as her chin trembles throughout. She holds her dance post quite well as we perform the best kind of waltz possible. Amy is trying to hide her emotions in my embrace, but I can tell she is nervous with my making her the center of attention. As the dance ends the singer shakes my hand and hugs Amy, and she quietly and tearfully asks,

"Michael, please can we get out of here? I am so embarrassed ... I can't stop crying!"

We complement the bandleader, and leave to a standing ovation by the other patrons—the Matre d' strikes the champagne from our bill telling me it is complimentary and even offers us an unopened bottle. Amy is covering her face as we leave so they cannot see her crying. I take a few handshakes on the way out. Outside the restaurant, she just about knocks me over throwing her arms around me and kissing me. I damn near drop the champagne!

"Oh, my darling" she says tearfully, "We are going to be sooo happy! I am going to be the best wife ever! You'll see!" 

She spends the whole drive time looking at her ring, turning it, and watching it sparkle in the streetlights. I surprise her by taking her to the overlook point on the campus. It is quiet and we are all alone. 

Once there, I take her in my arms and we give each other our first real kiss as fiancé's, and we dance as I sing to her providing the music. Her eyes glisten in the moonlight, and her face is more radiant than I ever remembering it being. We make the wedding date for a year later as we agree to get a year's experience under our belts before we marry. I am so happy having my sweet girl in my arms that I start to get a little tremble-chinned myself.

She asks Judy and Janie to be co-maids of honor, with Janet, Linda, and Sarah as bridesmaids. Tom is my best friend, and I ask him to be my best man, with Fred and a couple of the others of our group to be groomsmen. 

So, we go to work as lawyers and members of the bar. Amy is quite a vision in her white-collared dark dresses and power suits as she goes off to work. It's funny to see my giddy little girlfriend, now a sophisticated professional ... or am I oversimplifying her again?

It seems that some of the younger lawyers in her firm do not consider her engagement ring as a stop sign, and she receives propositions from some of them. She puts them all in their place swiftly and cleverly each time. At night as I give her a full body massage, we laugh at some of the more ridiculous lines they use, and her increasingly witty retorts and put-downs. The serious work of studying for the bar, and working as a professional has tempered her need for her adolescent fetishes; she wears her dresses and skirts down past the knees, and blouses buttoned up.

She knows that the secretary assigned to me at my firm is quite young and pretty, so she preemptively talks about some of the handsome young attorneys who continually ask her out, just to keep me on my toes. She never seriously entertains the idea of accepting any of them of course and usually just waves her ring in their faces.

We attend each other's office parties and I sometimes end up in arm wrestling contests for the strongest handshake with some of her more persistent suitors, in some sort of primal display of who's is bigger! These guys are smart lawyers, but emotionally just teenaged boys in thousand dollar suits. And, of course, at my firm's parties, Amy gets to wiggle her cute little ass in the face of my secretary. She never flirts with either her male coworkers or mine, and refuses dances with them.

Actually, I never flirt with Tamara and I have no idea if she harbors any romantic notions about me. It makes Amy feel better to warn off any of the young women in my firm who might think of invading her territory. Territoriality is a strong imperative for young American women! Actually, she and Tammy are becoming good friends, they communicate often and both look out for me.

We work on cases for our respective firms of course, but I will help Amy work through a difficult contract, and she will help me with research on some of my cases. We compare notes to the extent that it does not breach client confidentiality. When I help her, she focuses on just the problem without using the names or any confidential client information, and I do the same. Amy is starting to build a reputation in the legal world as an acknowledged expert on contracts, and is starting to consult with important foreign clients.

My assignments are usually those of second chair on cases, but I am able to question a witness or two in each of my cases. An older lawyer, who becomes sort of a mentor to me, lets me do the closing address to the jury on one of his property dispute cases. We won the case!

Toward the end of our first year of work, Amy starts spending time with Judy and Janie on selecting a bridal dress, and fittings with Janie's job mainly to keep their mother (Marsha) from interfering. Amy decides on bridesmaids dresses that are simple short black dresses ... the kind that the girls might actually pick for themselves to wear out clubbing or dining. Her dress is a simple white satin and lace thing that somehow miraculously makes her boobs look twice as big. Modern dress architecture ... gotta love it!

The guys are in simple black tuxedos without tails. My only task with regard to wedding prep is to have Tom make sure I don't have to fuck some stripper at my stag party. In the end, we have a smoker at a local pub, with a dozen friends and just a couple of hostesses in very short and boobsy maid outfits ... no touching ... just tipping. Amy teases me about it until I invite her and all of her ladies to join us. She declines for her group, and kisses me for being so trustworthy.

She has Janie work out a bachelorette party where she will not be embarrassed with some overly amorous Chippendale. They decide on a nice dinner followed by an evening in a male strip joint, where Judy ends up dancing with a nearly naked male stripper. She sticks a fiver in his G-string, and later allows him to slip his card in her bra. Judy and Janie protect Amy from any similar embarrassment, but that does not stop me from teasing her about it. 

We both make it through all of the bullcrap quite well, and the wedding day finally comes for us. Amy is properly cloistered before the ceremony with Judy and Janie helping her get her tiny shape into her wedding gear, and keeping Marsha from meddling.

Amy and I deliver our own vows to each other, reading them from little cards in case we get nervous. I make it through mine without any major gaffs, but Amy is so teary-eyed and emotional that she stumbles a little with hers. I tell her that it is okay for her to take her time and that seems to help her relax a little. The Minister is very patient as she works her way through it.

She is so cute about it, that it tears at my heartstrings, watching my little love slowly and carefully read all of her sentiments and hopes for us from little her card. At the 'you may now kiss the bride' part, our kiss is so long and passionate, that I start to hear little titters running through the crowd. We didn't care though! When we turn around and the minister introduces us as Mister and Missus, we receive a standing ovation, and even get a couple of wolf-whistles.

Amy and I finally get to dance at our wedding, followed by Amy's father. He sits separately from Marsha who brought a date—a tall handsome 40ish gentlemen. I was happy to see her getting out and meeting someone. She dances with me while her ex-husband dances with Amy. Marsha pushes in quite close as we dance, and thanks me for the dance, with a fairly chaste but lingering kiss on the lips. She is actually a good kisser, and I get a little twitch down below.

Oddly enough, Kathy Miller had accepted a position at Janie's firm after graduation in the legal department, and since the two of them have become close friends, Janie put her name on the invite list. I have to hold Judy back at the reception from decking Kathy. But, she still looks stunning in a black sheath dress that shows off her ample natural gifts up top to best advantage. 

Amy tells me that it is okay with her if I dance with Kathy. I tell her that if she approaches me for a dance I will be a gentleman and dance with her, but I will not seek her out. Amy smiles at me and says, 

"Thank you Michael darling!" Then she tiptoes up and whispers in my ear, "love you!"

Kathy does ask me, and we dance, but I keep it chaste, even though she waits for a slower song to ask me. I steal a peek down into her lovely décolletage seeing just a hint of a pretty black lace brassiere, lovingly cradling her soft milky breasts. But, Kathy catches me and says with a giggle,

"See anything down there you like Mr. Bridegroom?"

"You know I do, but you see that little girl over there in the white dress? She is the only one I am interested in exploring."

"Well Michael, I am actually happy to see you and Amy doing so well, and I wish the two of you nothing but happiness. Plus, I have someone I am interested in right now."

"Oh! Is he here? I'd like to meet him!"

"What makes you think it's a 'he'? Actually, the person is here, but we're not saying anything yet!"

"Well, thank you for the dance Kathy ... I wish you and whomever lots of happiness."

"Thank you, Michael!" 

At the end of the dance, she kisses me sweetly on the cheek very close to my lips, turns, walks away, and then stops to turn back and smile at me. I found out later that Amy preferred not to watch me dance with Kathy, but trusted me to be a good boy! She preferred instead to engage in conversation with Linda and Sarah, two of her bridesmaids, facing away from the dancefloor.

Both Janie and Judy slip into the lineup with me ... both for slow dances. Linda and Sarah ask me together, and I trade off twirling them both to a lively number. Janet dances with me as Tom dances with Amy. Being the bride, Amy has to dance with all comers during the dollar dance. Every horn-dog in the place queues up to get their grubby little paws on my beautiful bride. But, she saves the last slow dance for me. Janie had arranged with the bandleader to give her the high sign and she let us know. We dance the Anniversary waltz, and end it with a long sweet kiss.

A couple of her uncles pin $100 bills to her dress, and one her sloppy cousins is drunk, and tries feel Amy up attempting to slide a hand into her bra, but Judy was right there to grab him by the collar and escort him out. I hope that he lived through that experience, but I never found out. Amy's father gives us Ten-thousand dollars to get us started, and splits the wedding costs in half with my parents who insisted on the split as well as matching the ten-thousand dollar gift from Amy's dad.

Amy and I duck out as early as we can, but not before Janet catches Amy's bouquet (as I get a dirty look from Tom), but Tom catches Amy's garter that I propel into the crowd of eligible men trying to aim for Tom. Amy gets lots of whistles and cat-calls as she slowly raises her dress all the way up nearly showing the crotch of her panties as I remove her garter for the toss. I see Tom and Janet talking quietly together in a close embrace just before we left, so I expect an announcement from them soon.

I can't wait to spirit my little bride away, and have her all to myself, looking down into that soft creamy bosom nestled in all of that white satin and lace is driving me crazy! We have reservations at a nice hotel downtown and away from the reception hall so we can be alone. Once in our room, Amy starts to undo her dress in our suite but I stop her. 

'That's my job honey!" I say to her.

"Of course, darling!" She says with a cute smile.

She turns, and awaits my attentions to her. I undo the bodice from behind, and her dress falls to the ground. Now I face the task of unhooking her petticoat to get down to my sweet girl. Suddenly a most spectacular vision of Amy appears. She is dressed in a low-cut white satin bra with her apple-size breasts spilling out, white lace garter belt with bows at the top of the straps, attached to white stocking with lace tops. I notice that she put her matching satin panties on over the garter straps for easy removal, leaving her lacy garter belt and stockings intact ... smart girl!

I stand back to take in the vision of my diminutive beauty in all of her white lace and satin before removing her bra and panties. I tell her that I am going to make love to her wearing the rest of the lacey stuff. She takes it upon herself to kick off her white four-inch heels. Dressed in just her garter belt and stocking with her cute little ass and pussy showing, I walk over to the picture window, open the drapes all the way, but I turn off most of the lights. 

"M i c h a e l! (she says slowly for effect) What are you doing?" I was sure she has a fair idea and I say nothing, but give her a naughty smile.

Then I take her by the hand and lead her to the open second floor window so anyone passing can look up and see her in next to nothing. Her naked breasts and pussy are on view in the picture window. I cannot find an explanation for my actions other than it being just a sexy whim. She is shaking like a leaf as she says,

"Mi-Michael, you are s-so naughty! D-Darling, I can't stop s-shaking from the excitement!"

It makes her nervous but excited being so exposed to the world, to any stranger passing by. It is likely that no one will see us, but just the threat of discovery is a turn-on. I take off everything except my navy blue boxer briefs. I hold her in my arms, and kiss her long and passionately in front of the open window sliding my hand down onto her pretty ass. 

I look down to see two young-ish couples just getting out of their cars. After a moment, they notice us. They are pointing at us and looking around at each other. Amy has her bare pussy facing toward the window and steps back a little,

"Oh Michael! Can they see us?"

They wave to us answering Amy's question, and I pull Amy toward me and kiss her for their entertainment, as I turn her little ass to the onlookers. She is so jittery in my arms as we try to pretend they are not there, I can feel her tiny frame shaking. She looks up at me with her best 'little girl' look, and kisses me passionately. 

She opens her stance enough to give them a view of her pussy pushing her little ass out a little, as I slide my hand down lightly fingering her crevice. They give us an ovation and four thumbs up laughing, before continuing on their way. My little darling is still jittery as if she is going to shake apart!

As Amy moves quickly away from the window telling me how naughty I am, I notice that her ass cheeks are bright red, and she says,

"Ohhh Michael ... thank you for that! I am sooo turned on ... take me to bed darling! Do you th-think they s-saw my um ... me?" I smile and slowly say,

"Uh huh!"

"Ohhh, Michael!" 

Then with her tiny shoulders still shaking, she lowers her gaze wearing an attractive blush and softly says, 

"Michael I need you to fuck me hard ... take my little married pussy darling!"

I pick her up in my arms and carry her over the the king-sized bed and gently lay her on it. I slide my briefs down and off, as my seven inches spring out at her. She has seen it nearly every night for the past few of years, but this is special to her tonight. I know that she is excited thinking, 'I am going to be fucked hard on my wedding night ... I'm a bride!' She reaches out and holds it in her tiny hands and said,

"Okay darling, I'm ready! Remember, I want it um, hard, and then I want you to make sweet love to me all night long ... with lots of orgasms please. But I don't want to give you oral first, I want to wait until your little guy is coated with my juices first."

I climb onto the bed and kiss her sweet lips, as I tease her nether lips with the tip of my cock. She spreads her legs as wide as possible, begging me to stick it in her. I continued to tease her with just an inch or two in and back out, and moving it back and forth in her slit, until she is crying for relief. As soon as I slide it in her all the way, she comes in a violent series of shudders and convulsions. I begin to fuck her with long firm strokes, and she screams,

"HARDER MICHAEL!!! FUCK MY LITTLE MARRIED PUSSY!!! OH YES MY DARLING, GIVE IT TO YOUR LITTLE WIFE SOOO GOOD!!!"

I give her what she wants, and she is crying and shaking with excitement and joy, mindful of the importance of this night, she feels like a virgin losing it for the first time. So, I pound it into her as hard as I possibly can for a long time, as she has at least two or three more orgasms, moaning, squealing, and whimpering, breathing as hard as she can. 

When I get close, I jam it into her and unload deep inside my sweet wife's little pussy as she screams in a shuddering, convulsing, sheet grabbing, Earth shattering, planet-colliding, super nova-creating orgasm. She is breathing so hard and convulsing so much that it worries me, until she starts to come down, and her babbling begins to make some sense again. She is a sweaty, juicy, cummy, mess with strings of hair pasted across her face, and rivulets of sweat running down her face, but she looks like an Angel to me as she wears a satisfied smile,

"Oh Michael my darling! Thank... Thank you! The day—my wedding day, and the anticipation! The satin and lace, and showing my pussy to those people, all made me so excited. Oh-my-God Michael I came so strong it hurts a little!" She is lying there laughing out loud, and saying, "I can feel the electricity tingling in my little ass ... FUCK! I CAN FEEL IT EVERYWHERE MICHAEL!!!"

As I roll off her to let her cool down, she rolls on top of me. She takes my still hard cock into her mouth. She gives me a long teasing blowjob, with little sucks, licks and bites, backing off every time I get close, and then starting in again until she can see the pain in my face, and turns around pushing her sweaty, leaking, aromatic little ass in my face, as she finishes me off. I push my face into her proffered little butt, licking and sucking her messy crotch and ass as she sucks on my cock. I groan and come in her pretty mouth, and she swallows everything I can give her as she squeezes my balls to get more. She flops onto her back and says,




Oversimplification of Amy Ch. 05



"God Michael I am sooo hungry now! I am calling room service ... what would you like?"

"You decide Angle Face, anything you like."

"Big help you are, lazy bones!" She giggles, and I get a view of her rosy little ass, still flush from out activities, as she reaches over to press the button for room service. She has just been fucked on her wedding night ... an event she has been dreaming about since she was a teenager. We will settle back into our routine, of course, but tonight she was a wild little animal I didn't recognize. So we will eat, since we really didn't have much at the reception, and I will make sweet and gentle love to my little animal ... my sweet wife!

She orders two steak dinners smothered in mushroom sauce, two baked potatoes, and two slices of New York cheesecake with coffee and some wine ... and some grapes! I have no idea where she will put such a huge meal in her tiny frame, but I know that she will steal some of mine to boot! We lay on the bed kissing and fondling. She is still in just her sweat-soaked garters and stockings, with cum and her own juices oozing out of her. After a while, I have to go, and duck into the bathroom just as the doorbell chimes.

"I'll get it!" she says.

"Okay honey!" I answer, and then I remember what she was wearing, or rather, not wearing as she goes to the door. I hear her say,

"Oh shit!" as she sees her reflection in the hall mirror.

She runs back to grab the nearest robe, her short silk robe. It is not much better, but at least covers most of her little crotch and ass. She opens the door to let the room steward in with the cart, and seeing an elderly couple across the hall heading to their door, she says,

"It's my wedding night, and we got hungry after sex!"

The man starts toward Amy to shake her hand and congratulate her when his wife pulls him back saying,

"Get back here you idiot, and get this door open!" He opens the door, and sheepishly looks back at Amy saying, "Congratulations honey!" 

Amy stifles a giggle as she closes the door. I am in the shower, and yell out to her that my wallet was on the table for the steward. She yells back,

"Don't worry I will take care of him!"

She gets a five-dollar bill out of my wallet, and when the steward is ready to leave, she hands him the bill, and then raises up on tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, as his hand inadvertently goes to her waist and slides down onto her butt with the hem of her robe raised.

"We might need something later, so stay close honey!" She says to the steward as he gives her an awkward smile saying, "Yes Ma'am!" with excitement, and quickly leaves.

"Food's here darling!" She says to me.

'Be right out!" I answer.

We enjoy our first meal as a married couple. And, she doesn't disappoint me as she reaches over and cuts off a chunk of my steak and puts it on her plate as I watch. 

"Really Amy?"

"Michael, it wouldn't be an official meal for us unless I stole from you plate. I just want to start out our married life right honey! "

"Did you take care of the room steward?"

"Yes. I gave him five dollars and a kiss."

"Dressed like that!!!"

"Yes, Michael, this is how I'm dressed. I'm decent like this!"

"Amy, do you see that garment over there on the other chair? That's your long robe my darling, make sure you put it on before you answer the door again!"

"Oh, alright Michael! But, this one was handier, and the guy was waiting!"

"So, the five dollars was not enough?"

"Oh, it was just a little peck ... I am so happy I just had to kiss someone!"

We finish our meal, and it really hits the spot. We were so busy all day, and at the reception that neither of us had anything to eat all day.

"Amy honey that was a good idea to order some food and an excellent choice, but kissing the steward was kind of over the top, don't you think?"

"Oh Michael, you can't be mad at me on my wedding night!"

"I am not mad Angel. Come on, let's go back to bed."

In the bedroom, I surprise her by pulling her over my lap as I sat on the edge of the bed. She squeals and starts to complain as I hold her hands together on her back, and lightly rub my hand over her pretty bum, and then I give each of her butt cheeks a couple of slaps. Then I rubbed each cheek to soothe the punishment, I let my fingers trace down between them, and she shudders a little when I tickle her cute pucker, I continue further down lightly tracing the very edge of her pussy lips. She giggles from the tickling, and when I slide a finger all the way inside her, she moans her approval.

"There that will do for a punishment!"

"Mmm, Michael you can punish me like that as often as you wish!"

She pulls off her garter and stockings, showers, and we make love all the rest of the night, but at a somewhat more relaxed pace. She is so horny that she comes the instant my cock slides into her waiting, quivering little cunt. With our prolonged lovemaking, I count at least four more orgasms for her of varying degrees of strength. We fall asleep with my cock still inside her, but awake apart. She wakes before me, and moves over to cuddle up inside my embrace.

We talk, fondle and laugh quietly together for a long while before rising and dressing for lunch in the hotel dining room. I notice a couple of the stewards snickering together as they look over at our table. I find it a little embarrassing, but I did open that door by displaying my pretty bride in front of the window in our room. It fed into her mild fetish for exhibitionism I guess, but it was just a whim. As it gets late in the afternoon, we pack quickly to make our evening flight.

We are spending a week in Hawaii on our honeymoon paid for by Amy's parents, and the most Amy ever exposes in public there is what is visible wearing a modest two-piece swimsuit. In the room, she leaves the door answering and steward tipping to me. I do not tan very well with my fair skin, but Amy gets very brown over the sunny week. 

We have a balcony, which gets a lot of sun and provides some privacy, so she is able to get an all-over tan, front and back. I am the only one to see her naked little bod for the whole week, and I see a lot of it! To my great joy, she takes to walking around our suite naked most of the time, or with a diaphanous gown on but open in the front. 

I become addicted to the sight of her jiggling little titties, and the flexion of her tiny ass cheeks. She always squeals with joy when I just grab her for a quick fuck, and she voluntarily puts herself over my knee seeking punishment for some imaginary petty crime or other. We have sex everywhere! We do it in bed, on the floor, up against the wall zipless style, out on the deck while she is sunning, or with her bent over the sink cabinet. It seems that my cock is always hard around her. She has pushed me into the bed and given me a quick blowjob a few times!

She looks so beautiful wearing flowers in her hair when we go out to lunch or dinner, with her flowery native wraparounds. I am so proud of my lovely eye-catching bride. Otherwise it is short shorts and a skimpy top for her and longer shorts and knit shirt for me, out looking around, shopping, hiking or bicycling. Our week comes to an end too quickly for us as we head back to the real world.

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Part Eleven, Denouement:

It is kind of a shock getting back to the office, but we both have work and cases built up and we dig right in. Amy has her marvelous tan, but I have just light sunburn to show our co-workers that we were somewhere sunny. Amy is nothing but professional at work, she is incredibly attractive in her suits, crisp blouses, and tight pencil skirts, so she must still try to avoid the most avid womanizers in her office. For a couple of them, I have to visit their offices myself to convince them in person to knock it the fuck off!

Amy has one senior partner who likes working with her, and who continuously tries to get her alone after hours under the guise of needing her expertise or assistance. It begins to make her so uncomfortable, that she asks me if there might be a position for her at my firm. I approach one of my senior partners ... someone I trust, telling him that I know of a brilliant young attorney who is an acknowledged expert on contracts and he would be a fool to pass her up. 

He knows that I am talking about Amy, but makes a very attractive offer to her anyway. His reason, as he explains it to the other partners, is to open up more of a business clientele to grown the firm into that lucrative practice. Amy actually gets bids from other firms as well, but she accepts the one from my firm.

We are very comfortable working together from day one, since it has always been our ambition to have our own law practice someday. We are quickly able to afford a house in a comfortable suburb. Amy becomes pregnant soon after we move into our house, and she eventually gives birth to a baby girl with big brown eyes. We can just tell that she is going to be smart like her mother.

We name her Judith Jane after her two favorite Aunts, and call her JJ. Aunt Judy and her husband work in his motorcycle building and repair shop, with Judy doing the artwork for their ads, decals, and products. They love babysitting little JJ!

Janie's close friendship with Kathy Miller blossoms into a relationship and they have become a couple. They still work at the same firm where Janie is now the CEO, and Kathy is a Senior VP, and General Council. They are working on getting married to each other someday. That explains a lot about the trouble I had getting Janie into bed when we dated.

Tom and Janet have a baby girl around the same time as we have JJ, and they name her Amy Michele (after us of course). Tom owns his own business, and Janet is a Supervisor at her hospital, now with a Master's degree in nursing. Our friend Fred is a lieutenant in the police force. We still get together with Tom, Janet, and Fred and his wife regularly.

By the time JJ is four, Amy and I became partners in our own firm. Many of our clients go with us, and a couple of the younger associates at my old firm join us. Amy is so well-known as a contract expert, with her amazing intellect that we are attracting a lot of business clients. Several foreign clients from countries like UAE, Egypt, and Saudi Arabia consult with Amy on a regular basis and she assists other law firms as well—all very lucrative billable hours! We hire another young attorney who specializes in wills and trusts; she will build out that capability within our firm. I head a strong and growing litigation team as well.

Life with JJ is a challenge due to her high intelligence, but she is sweet and rather naïve like her mother. I now have two little angel faces to love and protect. We have a boy some years later and name him Brian Michael. JJ pitches in to take care of her little brother, and she is a solid A student, and talented flutist in the fourth grade at a private academy. She is destined for great things, but we will allow her to define her own future.

I still love my little Amy, and she is still an aggressive lover in bed. She grows into such a sophisticated professional woman and attorney at such a quick pace, that I continuously oversimplify her! But, we still play in bed like we did when we are courting, and make love every night we possibly can. 

She still cries her eyes out each year as we dance to the Anniversary Waltz, and I still sing it to her as we dance to it. With tears streaming down her face, she looks up at me and says,

"I love you so much Michael! Thank you for my life!"

END