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Chapter 13 - Paul
Amy's relationship with Robert had changed radically by the beginning of
her second year of college. Amy was now Robert's equal, and his friend.
She still approached him for advice when she felt that she needed it,
but as a friend, not as a surrogate daughter. She still felt a deep
respect for him and cared for him deeply. He had saved her life. He had
guided her into the path where she was now. Most importantly, in no way
did he attempt to exploit her vulnerability when she stayed with him,
nor in the months that followed. Amy now was glad that there had never
been a hint of sex between herself and Robert. The infatuation she had
felt for him at the beginning ended long ago and she could settle down
to enjoy her friendship with him. Robert now respected Amy as an adult
and as a friend, listened to her opinions, and was genuinely curious as
to what she thought about various topics.
Amy now felt silly about the jealousy she had felt when Suzanne first
started going out with Robert. Amy now understood what they saw in each
other. Perhaps on the surface they had nothing in common, not age, not
interests, not manner of dressing, not career paths. But deeper down,
their lives were indeed the same. Suzanne and Robert had both lived
hard, lonely lives, shaped by personal tragedy and dysfunctional
relationships. They had the same drive, the same sense of belief in
themselves, and now a shared belief in each other. Suzanne's eyes
reflected a deep contentment in her life. Robert seemed so much more
relaxed whenever Amy saw him.
Amy's life continued to be filled with Burnside's work during the depth
of the Spring semester. There were the endless quizzes, the
multiple-chapter reading assignments, the harsh questioning in class.
Most of Amy's classmates were terrified of Burnside, her acidic
comments, her harsh grading, her endless supply of red ink. By the end
of February, over half of the students had dropped out of both classes.
Amy remained among the survivors.
Burnside seemed to call on Amy more in class than on most of the other
students. Often if another student did not know the answer, Amy ended up
being the second student Burnside called upon. Amy realized that
Burnside expected her to shoot back the correct answer, no matter what.
Burnside was particularly hard on anything Amy wrote. Red ink invariably
stained anything returned to Amy that had passed in front of Burnside's
eyes. Anyone seeing Amy's papers would have thought that Burnside
totally hated her, but that was not the case at all. Amy almost had a
feeling that Burnside had something in mind for her for the future, but
could not imagine what that could be.
The increased pressure on Amy pushed her to study all that much harder.
Amy's character was undergoing a transformation as a result of the
challenge being thrust upon her. She was becoming harder, more driven,
more determined. In the same way that her body had become trim and
hardened by a year of working out, Amy's spirit strengthened as a result
of the experiences she was having in college.
Amy reflected that the vacillating high school girl who took off with
Courtney on that road trip almost two years ago was long gone, as was
the emotional wreck picked up six months later by Robert at the police
station. Amy reflected that had she and Courtney known each other now,
their relationship would have been very different that it had been in
high school. There was no way now that Amy would have let Courtney push
her around. Probably they would not have gotten along at all.
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Amy experienced yet another change in her life during the spring
semester. Since the beginning of the semester she had noticed a male
classmate glancing over at her every so often during class. He was
fairly good-looking, and had a nice expression. He never missed the
chance to catch a glimpse of Amy, especially when Burnside called on her
to answer questions. Amy noticed that when Burnside called on him, he
always seemed prepared as well as she was. Gradually Amy realized that
he was interested in her and had set a goal of trying to impress her the
only way he knew how, by being prepared in Burnside's class.
Two days after the Mardi Gras party, Amy's classmate did something
unheard of in Burnside's class, he raised his hand and challenged her
opinion about the development of Latin America. Several Latin American
political theorists of the Dependency School had a totally different
perspective on the region's development than the model Burnside was
promoting, he pointed out. Burnside patiently listened, then pointed
out.
"Well, Paul, don't forget, your authors are Marxist, and approaching
this from a political and social perspective, not an economic one. Which
do you think is correct?"
"Dr. Burnside, the Latin Americans will argue that social and political
conditions set the pattern of economic development, while you are
arguing the opposite."
"That's right. And there's where the fundamental difference lies in our
fields."
Burnside discussed the discrepancies of development models for a few
minutes, then returned to her class topic. She did not shoot Paul down
for challenging her. She acknowledged the difference of opinions between
fields, and accepted it.
Paul seemed like a decent enough guy, and at least smart enough to come
to class armed with information different from what Burnside had. Amy
decided to at least give him the chance to get to know her. The next
time he glanced over, she smiled at him. There, she thought, that should
do it.
Sure enough, after class he approached her. He was unsure what to say,
having come this far. Amy pushed him again with a smile. He would have
to make the next move. He paused, then nervously plunged ahead.
"What do you think about Burnside's opinions about Latin America's
dependency on the US? I was wondering, because in my Central American
history class we're looking at dependency theories which are almost the
opposite of what Burnside is saying." Amy smiled internally. Obviously
Paul was not a master at pick-up lines. Somehow that comforted her.
"I haven't taken the Political Science requirement yet." responded Amy.
"I'd be interested in hearing what you picked up from your other class."
With that she opened the door for an invitation to lunch.
It was an absurd posturing between two people who really simply wanted
to say "I find you attractive. I want to know you better." But it was an
opening between Amy and Paul, which was what mattered.
The next step was a pizza at the Student Center. That part was easier,
once the excuse to get together had been pushed out of the way. The
class topic lasted a total of 30 seconds. Amy and Paul began to share
things about themselves, to get to know each other.
Since the beginning of the semester, Paul Glisan had noticed Amy in
class. She was pretty, but that was not why he was attracted to her.
Paul saw something special in Amy. He liked her intelligence and drive.
He liked her honesty and sincerity, which was evident in the way she
spoke and carried herself. He badly wanted her.
Amy wanted to find out as much about Paul as she could during this first
lunch. He was a political science major and interested in journalism. He
was a year younger than Amy, about to turn 19, whereas she was about to
turn 20. In many ways he seemed older than the age on his driver's
license. He spoke French and had traveled in Europe as a high school
exchange student. Amy quickly found out he was opinionated, coming from
a working class community suffering from massive lay-offs. He challenged
the neo-liberalism currently in vogue in the US, using political science
as his back-up.
Amy saw in Paul a person with the strength of character to state an
opinion in class, knowing his professor would not agree. Paul was not
loud or obnoxious, he was not rude or abrasive. Nor was he a flake or a
wimp. He was handsome, but in a quiet, unassuming way. He was not much
taller than Robert. His short brown hair and conservative appearance
contrasted with his non-conformist views about the US and its political
system.
Amy had her second class to go to, but agreed to meet Paul later to work
out in the gym. They spotted each other on the bench press and made
observations about each other's routine.
They both had to study that night, but agreed to meet for dinner the
following evening. He took her out to a fairly nice seafood restaurant.
They discussed politics a little, and a little about their lives in high
school. Paul talked at length about his hometown and how his experiences
in high school affected his outlook on life. He was bitter about the
effect the factory closings had on his family and his friends. He
learned to sympathize with the unemployed of Europe and Latin America,
and saw the world as a whole as a result of what he witnessed in high
school. Political Science gave him the tools with which he could begin
to understand what had happened to his town, his family, and so many
others around the world in similar situations. Amy realized that the
bitterness he felt over the fate of his community had focused him at an
early age, which in turn had forged a solid character. He lacked the
shallowness of most of his classmates.
They spent the next few weeks slowly taking their time to know each
other. They went to movies and out to eat, to art galleries and for
hikes along Lake Michigan. They met every day to workout together in the
university gym. One night they even went bowling. It was clear that Paul
wanted her, but he never brought up the subject of sex. Amy was grateful
for that. She wanted to go slow this time. She wanted to know the person
with whom she would have her next sexual relationship. She realized that
was what Paul wanted as well.
This relationship was a new experience for Amy. In high school she
usually had sex on the first date. Sometimes she had been so drunk that
she did not remember whether or not she had sex, or if so, with whom.
Some of the guys with whom she hung out in high school now reminded her
of animals, worried about mounting as many of their classmates as
possible, and not thinking about anything else. Amy now was disgusted
with herself for having gone along with that. She realized how lucky she
had been never to have contracted venereal disease or to have become
pregnant.
The relationship with Paul was a new experience for Amy for another
reason. Amy had the opportunity to have a boyfriend for the first time
without facing Courtney's disapproval. Amy now was free to make her own
choice concerning whom she would go out with, free from the slavery of
peer pressure. Paul was so different from what Courtney considered
desirable in a guy that Amy felt defiant dating him. Amy realized that
her relationship with Paul was her final break from Courtney and her
values. Courtney, for example, would have taken Bill over Paul in a
heartbeat.
Paul and Amy started spending more time together working on Burnside's
coursework, especially on the weekends. Amy still had Wendy help her
with the equations, but Paul seemed to be better with understanding the
actual theories.
Wendy was true to her word about spending the hours with Amy for her to
understand the equations. Wendy spent most of her free time with Amy on
weeknights, patiently guiding her through the formulas she needed for
her new major.
The weekends were a different matter. Wendy seemed to be preoccupied
with some very serious commitment and increasingly was gone Friday and
Saturday nights. She was no longer available to go out for fun. Amy
wondered about Wendy's absence, but now she was spending more and more
time with Paul.
Increasingly, Amy looked forward to seeing him. The times they were
apart seemed longer and longer for her, even when she was separated from
him for just a few hours.
Slowly, Amy was falling in love.
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Amy's 20th birthday came just before Spring Break. It was obvious that
Amy would introduce Paul to her friends during her birthday party.
Finally the time had come for Paul to learn more about Amy's past and
her wanderings.
Amy first introduced Paul to Suzanne the night before her birthday. Amy
smiled as she watched Suzanne's eyes scan Paul, contemplating his
suitability as a model. Suzanne's mind never seemed to be able to quite
leave her work.
They sat down for dinner, as Suzanne explained her life and what she did
as a photographer. She hinted that she would like to have Paul pose for
her. Amy gathered that under the right circumstances, he would be
willing to model for her, judging from his interest in her work. After
dinner Suzanne showed Paul her portfolio, including the pictures she
took of Amy. Amy pulled out an extra copy of the workout book and
presented it to Paul. Paul thumbed through the book, dumbfounded, then
looked up at the photographer and her model. Amy smiled at him. There
was one more thing that Paul needed to know. Amy pulled out the three
portraits that Suzanne had taken of her last November in Detroit.
Paul studied the pictures for several minutes. They had a story, that
much was clear. Paul looked at Amy, but said nothing. He knew that she
would tell him when she was ready. He could wait.
Amy and Paul walked around her neighborhood while Suzanne cleaned up.
They held hands. Finally Amy was ready to talk about herself.
"Paul, what do you think of those last portraits I showed you?"
"I don't know. I never saw someone look that upset in a picture before."
Amy paused. Finally she began "You know, Paul, two years ago I was very
different from who I am now. You wouldn't have recognized me."
Paul stayed quiet, waiting for Amy to continue. Finally, Amy told him
her story.
Amy concluded "I owe two people my life, my sense of direction: Robert,
who literally saved me; and Suzanne, who taught me to see the world in a
way totally differently than I had been used to. You'll meet Robert
tomorrow. Whatever you think of him, remember one thing. He saved my
life. I wouldn't be here without him."
When she finished, she looked into Paul's face. His expression had not
changed. He cared for her as much now as he had before. Paul held both
Amy's hands and pulled her to him. She threw her arms around him and
buried her mouth into his. For a long time they stood on the dark
sidewalk, holding each other, kissing passionately. Amy was wet. She
pressed against Paul and could feel him stiffen under his pants.
They pulled apart a little. She smiled slightly and looked into his
eyes. She said nothing, but in the darkness Paul clearly read the
message in her face, "Paul, I'm ready. Thank you for waiting for me."
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Suzanne conveniently had taken off before Amy and Paul returned to the
apartment. As soon as the door closed behind her Amy took off her jacket
and her shoes. She then started to strip Paul. Amy unbuttoned his shirt
and loosened his pants. She pushed the clothes off him. His pants and
underwear bunched up around his ankles. She ran her hands over his chest
and down his legs. She moved her hands behind him and squeezed his
bottom.
Paul was hard, but he was content for the moment to simply enjoy Amy's
hands on his body. In a way it thrilled him to be naked and Amy still
fully dressed, his bare skin pressed against Amy's coarse clothing. He
drew her face to his and kissed her passionately. He stepped out of his
clothes and threw his arms around her. He buried his mouth in her neck,
enjoying the feel of her skin on his lips and the faint smell of the
shampoo in her hair. Amy ran her hand between his thighs. She lightly
touched his balls to tease him and ran her hand though his pubic hair.
She avoided touching his penis. She wanted to tease him, drive him wild
with excitement. He kissed her neck hard, pushing his face past the back
of her sweater.
Finally he moved his hands to the buttons of Amy's sweater. His nervous
fingers struggled with the buttons and finally undid them. Amy's sweater
fell to the floor. Paul's attention was drawn to Amy's chest. He kissed
her throat and moved down her chest, burying his face between Amy's
small breasts. He gently kissed each of her nipples. Amy gasped with
pleasure and excitement. Paul kissed Amy's stomach and returned his
attention to her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair and over
his shoulders.
Finally Paul unbuttoned Amy's jeans. She pushed the course denim past
her hips to her knees. He kissed the fronts and the insides of her
thighs. Sweat ran down Amy's face. She was incredibly wet between her
legs. It was the first time anyone had touched her there for over a year
and a half, discounting her tormenting of Bill, whom Amy considered
barely human.
In this moment, in spite of the physical sensations pulsating through
her body, Amy realized something else. It was the first time in her life
that Amy had been touched there by someone who loved her.
Paul pushed Amy's jeans and underwear past her calves and over her
ankles. Amy stepped out of her clothes and now was as naked as Paul.
Paul knelt in front of her. He grabbed her bottom with his hands and
pressed her legs into his face. He slipped his face between Amy's thighs
and gently kissed the tender skin near Amy's vagina. Amy squeaked with
pleasure and anticipation.
Suddenly Paul placed his arms under Amy's back and knees and picked her
up. She threw her arms around his shoulders as he carried her to her
room. He gently placed her on her bed. She rolled on her stomach as Paul
kissed her neck and shoulders. He ran his kisses and hands down her back
and over her bottom. Feeling Paul's hands and kisses on her bottom drove
Amy wild with excitement. She thrust up, exposing herself completely to
him. Gently he ran his hands over her bottom and between her thighs. He
teased her labia and finally ran his fingers over her clitoris. Amy was
so excited she could barely breathe.
The sight of Amy's body, the feel of her soft skin and firm muscles
underneath, and smell of Amy's arousal excited Paul in a way he had
never experienced. Amy was only the second woman with whom Paul would
have sex. She was far more loving and passionate than his first
girlfriend had been. Paul was no virgin, but Amy was about to open up a
world of pleasure and passion to him that he had only fantasized about
before.
He gently rolled Amy on her back and returned to kissing and touching
her breasts. Slowly he moved his caresses down her stomach and between
her legs. She spread wide for him. Gently he kissed her labia and moved
his tongue over her clitoris. Amy groaned in delight. Paul could barely
stand it, he was so aroused himself.
He entered her and began thrusting. At first he tried to be gentle, but
quickly instinct and passion took over. He thrust hard and fast. Amy
squealed with delight. Her breath came out in uneven gasps. She had two
orgasms, one right after the other. Paul released into her, but
continued thrusting, desperate to make this as pleasurable as possible
for Amy. They were both drenched in sweat by the time they were done.
Amy and Paul held each other closely, desperately, when they finished,
afraid to let each other go. They were covered in sweat and smelled of
sex. Paul gently brushed a wet strand of Amy's hair out of her eyes and
stared at her with and intensity that almost frightened her.
Amy, who had experienced sex so much in high school, suddenly felt like
she was a virgin, having had sex for the very first time. In a way Amy
was very much a virgin. This was the first time that she had been
intimate with someone who actually loved her, and she actually loved, as
opposed to the drunken mating she had been used to in her past. This was
the first time for Amy that her sex and her love were focused on the
same person. It was the first time in her life that she saw the true
possibilities of sex, of the real pleasure it could bring if experienced
with the right person.
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Amy had a quiet birthday with Robert, Suzanne, and Paul. As was becoming
typical for her, Wendy was gone over the weekend. She did not tell Amy
where she was going. Amy was left with the impression that Wendy's trip
was important, maybe something related to her father's business. Amy was
hugely disappointed that Wendy could not be with her to celebrate her
birthday.
Robert and Suzanne prepared a nice dinner for Amy and Paul. The dinner
was topped off with a cherry birthday cake, Amy's favorite.
Paul and Robert got along with no problem. Paul and Robert exchanged
their life histories. Paul took an interest in hearing about Robert's
work and his opinions about different Federal court cases Paul had been
studying. They discussed politics, with Amy joining in. They came at
their issues from different perspectives: the lawyer, the political
scientist student, and the economics student.
As the minutes of political talk dragged into hours, Suzanne sat looking
at her companions with glazed eyes. Politics did not interest her at all
unless it was an issue affecting freedom of speech or artistic
expression. Finally she became so bored with the others that she took
care of the clean-up by herself.
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Amy and Paul returned to her apartment for what would be their second
night of sex. After having spent just one night together they still
needed to learn about each other's needs and desires. Tonight Amy was
not in the mood to have sex right away. She wanted to feel Paul's naked
body and have him feel hers. She wanted foreplay. Then she wanted sex.
Paul and Amy quickly undressed and sat together on the sofa, listening
to romantic songs. She sat next to him, her body pressed against his.
For a long time she was content just to have her head on his chest, with
his arm around her shoulder.
Paul suddenly had a desire to run his hands over Amy's back and bottom.
He motioned her over his lap. Amy's heart raced with excitement at the
thought of lying across Paul's lap. As his hand passed gently over her
bottom, Amy's flesh tingled with excitement. She shifted position to
accommodate herself better over his thighs and lift her bottom a bit
higher. He gently ran his hand between her legs, and then returned his
hand to caressing her bottom cheeks. Amy groaned with anticipation. She
could feel Paul's penis pressing against her hip. Amy and Paul both
realized where this was heading. Amy's next words excited Paul more than
he could have imagined.
"You know Paul," she began softly "I'm 20 and I haven't had my birthday
spanking yet. And I didn't get one for last year either."
Paul was so excited about the prospect of spanking Amy that she could
feel his heart beating.
Teasingly he answered "Well, I guess that's why you've been so naughty."
Paul moved his hand to the middle of Amy's right bottom cheek. She
teasingly bounced her bottom up and down, to let him know that she
wanted nice hard slaps. She felt wild with her sensation of submission
to him.
SLAP! Paul brought his hand down sharply on Amy's bottom. The pain was
just right for Amy. She squealed with delight. Paul gently rubbed his
hand over Amy's bottom.
SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Paul spanked Amy on alternate
bottom cheeks. He spanked her hard, but slowly and lovingly. Amy groaned
with excitement.
SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... After 12 swats, Paul
stopped to admire the blotchy pink color on Amy's bottom. Amy was so
aroused that she could barely stand it. She started rocking back and
forth on Paul's leg, rubbing herself against his skin. Her breath came
out in uneven gasps.
Paul gasped with excitement. He gently ran his fingers between her
bottom cheeks and teased her between her thighs. Suddenly he moved his
hand back over bottom.
Slowly he gave her the final eight slaps for this year's birthday
spanking. SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Amy bit her lip from the
combination of pain and pleasure. SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... She
rubbed herself hard against Paul's leg.
Paul paused, to let Amy know that she was halfway through her birthday
punishment. He gently ran his hand over her bottom, enjoying the redness
and the heat of Amy's bottom cheeks.
Without warning, Paul resumed spanking Amy. For her 19th birthday
spanking Paul spanked Amy even harder. He seemed instinctively to know
what she wanted. SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Amy
was now in serious pain, but that pushed her even harder towards intense
pleasure. She groaned again. The smell of her sex permeated the living
room.
SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Paul's penis pressed
harder and harder into Amy's side. The sight of Amy's bouncing red
bottom, the feel of her body rubbing back and forth on him, the sound of
the loud slaps and Amy's groans, the smell of her arousal, took Paul to
a completely new level of excitement.
SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!...SLAP!... Paul finished
Amy's second birthday spanking with a series of hard swats.
Paul grabbed Amy's bottom hard. He rubbed her with passion. Suddenly he
motioned her to get up and guided her onto her elbows and knees on the
floor. He ran his hand between her legs. She thrust herself out as far
as possible for him
The sight Amy's bottom-hole and vagina, spread wide between her deep
pink bottom cheeks, drove Paul wild. He grabbed Amy's thighs and pressed
into her. Paul thrust hard, but tried to delay his orgasm as long as
possible. Amy screamed with pleasure. Finally Paul released into Amy.
His voice broke slightly with each gasp. He moved his hands to her
breasts. Amy groaned. Her body shook from passion and exhaustion. Tears
and sweat ran down her face.
They moved to her bedroom and tore the blankets off her bed. For a while
they simply lay in bed. Amy rolled on her stomach to let Paul enjoy the
sight of her bottom again. She reached out and massaged the tip of his
penis with her fingers. Suddenly Paul was hard. Amy rolled on her back.
Paul pressed down on her. He thrust hard, but did his best to go slowly.
This time was even better for him. He was exhausted and covered with
sweat when he finished. This second time left Amy so tired that she was
almost dizzy.
Amy and Paul were so exhausted that they slept soundly until the next
morning. They got up, sticky and reeking from their passion from the
night before. They cleaned up and had breakfast. Still naked, Paul sat
down at the table and admired Amy's body as she moved about the kitchen.
As much as he wanted to help her with the cooking, he could not resist
the simple pleasure of sitting and enjoying the sight of Amy's
attractive figure as she fixed breakfast. They sat across the kitchen
table from each other, smiling and enjoying being together.
Amy was grateful that Suzanne had not come back that night. Suzanne,
after spending her evening with Robert, usually came back around 11:00
or so. However, knowing that Paul would be with Amy, she stayed with
Robert until the morning and went to her classes straight from his
apartment.
Finally classes beckoned both Amy and Paul. Reluctantly they got dressed
and walked together to the university. Separating to go to their classes
was hard.
Amy had her geology requirement to go to. Rocks. How in the hell could
she think about rocks after the night she had just enjoyed?
The Wanderings of Amy - Chapter 14
