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Amy 17: Amy's Shiny New Year! Copyright 2013 by Amy Komori The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2013 Amy Komori. All rights reserved. Chapter One: Standing on My Own Life likes to punish people for doing dumb things. Not everyone, because obviously some people are rewarded, but life kicks the snot out of most people when they act stupid. So case in point, on this particular Sunday afternoon I was standing in front of this mirror in my bedroom and what I was doing was bobbing one fist across in front of me while the other fist rested on my hip. When my bobbing fist got to a certain point, I'd jerk it back and bend my elbow while sticking out my hip and mouthing the words, "Go Blue Devils." I was trying to do this secretly, so mouthing was all I dared to. Yeah, it was this little move we did during my stupid cheerleading experiment from the year before and there was no real reason for me doing it except for this teensy burst of nostalgia. Okay, so there had been a few things about being a cheerleader I'd actually liked, and doing some of the dance moves was one of them, this one especially. I'd really gotten into it in an almost hypnotized sort of way and was kind of enjoying the feel of my socks sliding roughly on the carpet when there was this hint of movement. "Am-- OH." White hot lightning bolt of complete embarrassment as I froze in mid-hip thrust then turned around with my nerves jingle-jangling all over and my brain popping like flashbulbs going off. Big sister Emily stood there in the door I'd so foolishly left slightly open. "The things you see when you forget to knock," she said. "I was... just..." I didn't know what I was doing. Well, I knew. I just couldn't come up with something to excuse what Emily had already seen. My face felt like someone's mouth would after eating a hot pepper. I don't know. A habenero or a jalapeno. One of those. "Well, I was going to ask if you were ready, but if you've got better things to do..." "No! I'm ready." My voice was shaky and my hands even more so as I grabbed my puka shell necklace from the dresser. I finger-fumbled with the screw and couldn't get the threads to match up. Emily came into the room and sidled up behind me to do it for me. Her fingers brushed the back of my neck. I kind of shied from them. "God, you need to knock," I told her. Gooseflesh. "The door was open." "Barely." "What's knocking region? Two-thirds open? One half?" "Any fucking time I'm in here!" "Such language." I grabbed a hoodie from my closet, this red one I favored lately and zippered myself into it then followed Emily down the hall to the living room where her oh-so-serious boyfriend Snowboard Boy was waiting. We were all going to the movies that afternoon, a rare treat for me because now that I was a high school kid and Emily was a college student with a boyfriend and this whole new social sphere--plus her own place--we didn't do that much together. And we missed each other a lot. Sitting in the backseat I tried not to think so much about what just happened. I mean, at least she hadn't walked in on me doing this other trick I knew and had been doing a lot lately. It was something I'd gradually figured out and it felt really good but I didn't want to think about it at the moment. I looked out the window and halfway listened to Snowboard Boy as he asked me lame questions about my life and Silly Monkey, my band. Don't get me wrong--Snowboard Boy was a super nice guy and really cool and I was happy for Emily but I was just distracted by a lot of my own life things, as usual. Like how I knew this big secret about Heidi Fleegleman, (just a junior, a year ahead of my friends and me and already heiress apparent to the keys to the high school kingdom), and she knew one about me. She didn't know my deeper secret, that I was only about three years old as a girl with this whole other be-dicked life that was more or less like a dream on waking to me these days. But knowing what I knew about Heidi sure made life around Delacroix High a whole lot more interesting. Okay, it was interesting enough as it was, probably too much so. Not classes and not the whole social thing other than with my own little group of friends I loved like sisters (and one of them even more so). But that group of friends I had was endlessly fascinating to me now. We were all in tenth grade now and they occupied almost all of my thoughts. I dreamed about them now a lot, too. It was funny, but before I turned into a girl--I mean not just my body, but my brain and soul and all that shit, too--I hardly ever dreamed about friends. I couldn't remember what I dreamed about, really. Now hardly a night went by when I didn't have some surreal adventure with Sarah or dream about getting into a screaming match with Michelle Cho (which always woke me up with my heart pounding and this stupid feeling I should call her on the phone and apologize). During the day, I had to learn from them, too. Back in the fall of my ninth grade year, around the time I fucked things up majorly by becoming a cheerleader, I'd made up my mind to just become the girl everyone assumed I was anyways. To me, that meant study and thinking and finally, just being. I watched Sarah, who I considered way girly and I watched Gina and Michelle, who were kind of tomboyish. There was Lena, in the middle, Dallas back on the girlier side. My major influence, big sister Emily, was all over the map. My friends and I hung out, we did things together, we talked about all kinds of stuff and I internalized everything. That's basically what I'd been doing now ever since and while I wasn't there all the way yet, I'd really changed a lot in the interim. Some of it for the better, some of it Mrs. Komori and the faculty and staff at Delacroix High would think for the worst if they knew the half of it. But like I said, there was also Delacroix High, which was like a big test kitchen. Learning things weren't so black and white and so us versus them really opened my eyes to a larger world of being a girl in the United States as the twentieth century closed out. But in another sense, it was us versus them. For real. Because Heidi hated my fucking guts. Everyone loved her. She was mostly nice to them all, I had to admit. But she wanted to fuck me, which destroyed her self-image, so she wanted to kill me, too. And as for me, whose self-image had been super colossally destroyed and was in the process of major rebuilding? I was still way attracted to her, but still in love with Gina. I'd been carrying those twin burdens around in my mean little heart for what seemed like forever. Again, like I said... interesting. Well, at least to me it was. Anyways, it was Christmas vacation, or as or our school would have it officially, Winter Break. Christmas had come and gone and New Year's was almost here. Emily and Snowboard Boy were living together, she was studying art and working part-time at this sushi restaurant (she told me I could get a job there when I was old enough by our state's laws, which caused us both to smile at our shared secret) and because they felt bad for me being left out and not dating and all that good shit, they offered to take me to see this movie called "Dogma," which I wasn't all that interested in. Actually, a lot of Snowboard Boy's friends had already seen it and he was all antsy and nervous to check it out for himself because they were all way into Kevin Smith. "It's by the director of 'Chasing Amy,'" he was telling me as he drove, talking to me like I was a little kid, which he tended to do. "I don't suppose you've--" "I know. I saw that with Sarah. It was pretty good." "You've seen 'Chasing Amy?'" I frowned and stared out the window to watch the trees go by. Being condescended to really sucked. So I in my most bored drawl I explained the situation. "We rented it, dude. Comic book guy falls in love with a lesbian. I've seen 'Clerks,' too. You may or may not be able to understand this, but Sarah and I watch real movies sometimes. Not just episodes of 'Animaniacs' or whatever you're thinking." Snowboard Boy abruptly shut up like he needed to concentrate on the road and traffic and fuck all. I looked up and Emily was giving me one of those looks like she wanted to slap me. I was used to those looks. Although it was true Sarah and I spent a lot of time watching "Animaniacs," as well. By the time we hit the theater we were all chatty again and it was funny to see Emily and Snowboard Boy visibly fighting themselves not to hold hands. She'd changed a lot, too. From what I remembered back in my dickdom days, she wasn't much on public displays of affection. But over the course of her time with Snowboard Boy, she'd suddenly developed this romantic streak. It was cute. If I teased her about it, she'd narrow her black eyes and spit out something really cutting and mean to me, so I knew she was the same old Emily, only with a little gloss on her personality now. She was growing up, too. Snowboard Boy bought his ticket, and Emily bought two, one for her and one for me. I didn't have much money. All I got was this allowance from Mrs. Komori. I had no finances. I bought lunch at school and sometimes pitched in with Gina to buy weed but even that was super rare because we really couldn't afford it and anyways, we were sometimes lucky enough to have it offered to us for free at parties. At least someone would pass something around and if we were quick enough we could join the circle for a puff or two. Then Snowboard Boy bought a big ass bucket of popcorn which was for him and Emily and maybe I'd get a handful or two if they remembered me in the dark, where really my job was to be little sister and keep to myself. When we came out of the theater a couple of hours later, I felt kind of barfy. Alanis Morissette as God? I just kind of wanted to forget it and looked wistfully up at the sign that read "Toy Story 2." Fucking Buzz Lightyear, why couldn't you fly down and save me? We went to a Chinese buffet called, funnily enough, simply Super Buffet, which advertised 150 items but really had 161. I knew this because Sarah counted them one time. The food was cheap, the bathrooms were disgusting, but you could sit for an hour and eat whatever you liked including pizza and French fries (everyone gave me shit for eating French fries at a Chinese buffet but holy shit they were so delicious!). My barfiness was gone and I just wanted to eat a lot of noodles, but I had to keep engaging in conversations with Snowboard Boy, who wanted to get into this deep theological discussion about some of the stuff Chris Rock talked about in the movie and he was trying to do with me of all people. Whatever theology I'd ever possessed kind of flew away with whatever it was that turned me into a girl and I didn't really want to relive my distant past as a Sunday School attendee. That person was buried inside me and his nutrients had contributed to the beautiful flower I'd blossomed into. The theology of the life cycle or some stupid shit like that. Plus, it was way obvious he didn't know what he was talking about, just using the points from the movie and making things up as he went along. Like dorm room philosophy or something. Which was pretty appropriate, I guess, because that's how the movie seemed to me, just a lot of pseudo- clever nonsense that sounds great to guys when they're drunk but doesn't really impress anyone else. He knew not to try this talk with Emily because she was so much smarter than he was, or Kevin Smith, or me. Only she couldn't take this stuff seriously at all and would keep making mean jokes if he tried it. So my brilliant big sister, who could have ended this whole ordeal with a single sentence that would have shrunk Snowboard Boy's nuts to the size of atoms just sat back and just watched as the two of us dueled. I had to give Snowboard Boy credit for trying to show his girlfriend he could indulge her hard-headed little sister. And he wasn't treating me like a child anymore, so that was a plus. I watched him over our plates of fried rice and chow mei fun and thought, I guess he's a nice guy in his way, and he's amazingly good looking. A lot better looking than I ever was as a guy. And Emily adored him, which was fine by me because she also wore the pants in that relationship. That was an Emily constant. She was always in charge. In charge of herself, in charge of him, in charge of me. And always would be. She looked at me and smiled slyly and I knew she was thinking about catching me doing my stupid cheerleader dance. Chapter Two: All Our Contributions "A New Year's party?" Sarah asked, looking kind of skeptical. "Yeah!" Michelle told her. "An actual New Year's PARTY!" Sarah's skepticism became worry, which she flashed at me from her big green eyes. "Do... you wanna go?" "Of course I wanna go," I said. We were at Gina's, the whole Silly Monkey crew plus Michelle, who wasn't in the band but was my skating friend and co-conspirator. The coolest thing about her these days was I was now taller than she was by at least an inch. She would forever be the shrimp of our group, even if I would forever be the youngest. "I'm going," Gina said from behind her drums. For a moment I had a flash of a midnight kiss, sealing us together forever, but it was just that. A flash. A little blossom of warmth in my tummy for something that would never happen. When you're a high school kid, even in a college town where weekend and holiday parties are a constant, you don't have too many opportunities to cut loose and mingle with the cool kids. The townies and people in bands and all of that. While we were also people in a band, we didn't have too many shows under our collective belts. Okay, we had like five. More than a year as a band and we'd played in front of people exactly five times. So going to this party would serve multiple purposes. "Getting super drunk, meeting people, dancing all night and maybe, if we're lucky, making some connections to play more shows," I said, listing all those purposes for Sarah who had asked aloud why we were even considering doing this when every time we went somewhere as a group terrible disasters ensued. She didn't look convinced. Her freckled face still troubled, she kind of whispered, "Okay..." "But you have to wear a dress!" Michelle said, pointing at me. "I'll wear one if you wear one," I said. "Fuck that. Just you. You and Sarah or whoever. But you. Mostly I just wanna see you in a dress." "You've seen me in a dress. I wear dresses all the time. Why do you wanna see me in particular in a dress?" "You always look like a boy in a dress. Like a boy who likes to wear dresses. Especially now you have Ramones hair." "Dyke." "Whore." We teased each other like that because a lot of people considered Michelle gay, when actually she was probably the straightest girl I knew, and those same people still had this idea I was kind of available thanks to stupid rumors that started back in junior high. That's one major thing I'd learned since my change: girls were fucking mean to each other and they loved to talk about you behind your back and stick you with reputations. But if Michelle joked about it, it was okay because I could do a flatspin and she couldn't, and like I said, I was now taller than she was. I gave wearing a dress a little thought and then told her my decision. "Look, if I feel like wearing a dress that night, I'll definitely wear a dress. But if I don't or it's really cold I'm wearing jeans, dude. And anyways, if anyone should wear a dress, it should be you because I have never, ever seen you in one." Michelle smirked. "Maybe." "Definitely." "We'll see." "We will. We'll see you in a dress." "Your boyfriend Patrick's gonna be there, by the way." "Why the fuck will he be there? He's our age, dude. We shouldn't even be there, and he's going to be?" "I fucking invited him, that's why. I'm not just friends with you. I'm friends with him, too." "Then there's no fucking way I'm wearing a dress." "Look, I'll wear one for you if you wear one for me. And dear, sweet Patrick, who's pining away for your little body." "STILL?" Gina asked. She had this big smile with her mouth wide open. Michelle nodded. "Always." "Oh my god," Gina said, laughing. Now I was starting to get mad. Before it was just fun teasing, but mentioning Patrick was a low blow and I felt my temper ticking over. I had to stop it, so I boomed, "Let's practice a song before we freeze to death!" "Yes!" Lena said, getting off the metal folding chair she'd been sitting on while changing a string on her guitar. Michelle took her place and made some comment about Lena's ass having warmed the chair up nicely and we played a few songs while I thought about New Year's Eve and being caught in between Patrick and Gina. I mean, maybe Michelle was just joking about Patrick still liking me. But then again, maybe she wasn't. I didn't like that idea at all. Now I was pretty sure I didn't want to go, but after making such a big deal out of convincing Sarah there was no way I could back out. Trapped again by my stupid mouth. Chapter Three: And I Don't Wanna Be the One to Drag You Down So, on the night of New Year's Eve, which was totally below freezing, we left from Michelle's house with her brother and he dropped us off at Bob's for the party. Amazingly, Michelle had followed through on her promise to wear a dress. It was a huge deal for her. It was practically the only time I'd ever seen her looking embarrassed or off her game. All because of some stupid material cut in a different way than what she was used to. This baby blue satiny looking dress just above her brown knees and some black satin-finish mary janes. I was wearing that red hoodie again, a black short-sleeved Metallica tee over a gray longsleeved tee and some saggy boy jeans with Vans I'd written on--just stupid stuff like people's names. I really should have been wearing a heavy coat over all of that but I figured we'd be inside the whole time so my total exposure to below freezing temps would be just a few seconds sprinting from car to door and from door to car. Gina was dressed almost exactly like me, Sarah and Dallas in long skirts. Dallas looked desperately unhappy, but Sarah just looked cute and curious. She was fretting a little, though, biting her nails when she thought we weren't looking. "Relax," I told her. "It's not like we're going to some total shithole or something." Bob's house was a total shithole. The guys who lived there were so far beyond being slobs, they'd have to invent a whole new term to describe their filth. The yard was threadbare, the house itself some rinky-dinky little Cape Cod with a big picture window, but the paint was this dull yellow and there was mud splashed up on the lower parts of the sides becase the shrubs were dead or dying and it had rained a lot that fall and winter. The guys had their cars parked on the dirt driveway and on the street blocking the mailbox. So we knew going in we were in for a real treat. But the exterior, of course, was only half the story and you totally should judge a book by its cover. And you know what really fucking sucks about being a girl? Sitting to pee at gas stations and restaurants. I mean, as a guy, you just whip out your hose and spray away. But as a girl, you have to drop trou or hike up your skirts and then risk skin contact with whatever disgusting surface presents itself. Well, at Bob's the bathroom was piled with all kinds of metal parts for fuck knows what and the toilet seat was dozens of shades of brown. You'd have to clean it with a paint scraper. "Get ready to hover," Gina told me as soon as she came out. She'd arrived ready to pee and the bathroom was her first stop. She looked at me now with her freckled face kind of green and she stuck out her tongue. "That bad, huh?" I asked and she grabbed my hand (palpitations) and dragged me in there. Cramped and disgusting. I almost vomited. "So much for getting drunk," Gina said sadly. "Fuck, dude," I whimpered, feeling almost about to cry. "I haven't had anything to drink since tea at dinner and I don't think I can hold even that all night!" "I know!" Sick to my stomach and deathly afraid Patrick would be out there, I went back to the living room, which was covered with a layer of old beer cans and ash trays. A brand new television stood on one side like that monolith from "2001," a total visual incongruity in the riot of dude- sleaze everywhere else. On the other side, a sweet band set-up. Full- on drums, Marshall amps, guitars on stands. A Fender Jaguar, a P-Bass that made my mouth water. All I'd wanted for Christmas was a bass of my own, but they were expensive and even as generous a soul as Mrs. Komori had, she knew me too well than to drop major bucks on something like that. I'd burned her way too often the year before. I flopped down on the saggy-ass sofa next to Sarah and we both felt incredibly out of place. The guys were already pretty drunk, too, having started sometime early that afternoon. They'd been playing on and off all day. Sarah's obsession, the Guitar Genius, was in the kitchen but he soon came in, ignored both of us like we were part of the d?cor, and took his guitar and began tuning. Lena was instantly on him, asking him questions about alternate tunings and pretty soon they were into this technical guitar talk. Sarah watched them both intently despite my best efforts to monopolize her attention and stave off my own boredom. "You wanted to come," Gina said to me. "Me?" Then someone started pounding on the door. "Answer that someone!" came a booming voice from the kitchen, more than likely Bill, the Cream Corn Superstar drummer. No one moved. Heaving a sigh, I got up and kicked over an empty beer can that was who knows how old. It was still rolling around as I opened the door and saw Patrick and some of his skater buddies looking shriveled by the cold night air despite their knit caps and heavy coats. "Oh," I said. "Come in. We're having the best time ever and you're just in time for fondue." "Fondue?" Patrick said as he shuffled in. One of the guys with him snickered and asked, "What's fondue?" "Jane Fondue," said another one and they laughed, and the room became heavy with boyness. I glared at him from under my heavy black bangs and sank back onto the sofa, the air in the room having dropped a few degrees. Oh fuck, I thought, let me just survive until next year. Chapter Four: I Can't Pretend It's Alright An hour later, Cream Corn Superstar still hadn't played a note, people were starting to get drunk and instead of Sarah, I was sitting next to Patrick who acting all kinds of nervous, talking too much, jerking and twitching like some kind of encephalitis was eating away at his brainstem. He had a can of Coors in his hand and sipped from it making these loud bubbly slurpy noises from the foam. "You're not drinking?" he asked for the tenth time at least. "Looks like," I told him. "So, how's skating these days?" "Too busy to skate." "No! How can you ever be too busy to skate?" "Dude, you don't know?" "Obviously." "I got this part time job workin' for my dad's store. Just like for the Christmas season so I can buy presents. But they haven't cut me loose yet so I'm still hanging in there." "Your dad has a store?" "Napa Auto Parts." "I did not know that." Nor did I care, really. Then I cringed, deathly afraid he was going to do something stupid like start telling me about all the things he did at this so-called job. Lucky for me, Patrick looked around kind of distractedly and asked, "Are these guys gonna play or what?" "Looks like or what." "This party fucking sucks!" I heard Michelle shout in the kitchen. Then a mix of voices as she and whoever else was in there bantered back and forth about just how many parties she'd ever been to for her to be able to pass such a judgment. Sarah appeared out of nowhere and whispered to me, "I want to go home." "We just got here," I said. But I was ready to go home, too. Bob and Michelle came into the living room and Michelle went to the wall of CDs and started looking through them to find something for us to listen to before Cream Corn Superstar started playing again. Pretty soon she and Bob had the Kinks coming out of the stereo. Occasionally, Guitar Genius would play along, drowning out the real music with his almost-perfect approximation of it. Like I said, he was a guitar genius. "Komori," Bob said, suddenly taking notice of me. "What's up?" "I don't know," I said in complete honesty. "Word." "Okay, turn that shit down," Bill said, coming into the room with a beer and taking his place behind the drums. "The Kinks, dude," Bob told him and went to his bass. "You might try having some respect." "Dude, don't talk to me about the Kinks. That's my fuckin' CD. You know what I mean." Michelle turned the volume the wrong way, almost deafening us before she found the off-switch. Then she threw herself down on the sofa beside Patrick and me and almost collapsed the whole stupid thing. "Watch it!" Bob warned. "That thing's an antique. Worth more than your mom's car." "Does it even have springs?" Michelle asked. She bounced up and down, raising dust and causing this crazy squeaking like someone was choking a dog's squeeze toy to death in a fit of rage. "Maybe." Patrick got up to join his friends in this mosh scrum or something so now the sofa was like Girl Zone, with all of us sitting there in a row while Cream Corned Superstar performed what was a basically a private show for us, but was really a glorified practice session. I felt cramped and uncomfortable and my ears felt like they were about to bleed. So this was New Year's Eve, huh? Patrick and the skaters clapped loudly and whoooooo'd after every song and there was a lot of dicking around between them and the band, which was appropriate because they all had dicks. The more this went on, the more convinced I became I was better off vaginal but also that we were trapped in this junky little house with no hope of escape (I'd freeze to death before I could get downtown where there were probably a lot of those mini-van cab things the drunk college kids took home, puking all the way), moving from tiny room to tiny room in various groups and lineups and would be for life. Michelle hovered around Bob until I started feeling sorry for her. It was so weird seeing her in lovesick mode, especially dressed that way. Someone had stolen the real Michelle and replaced her with this wussy-ass phony and it confused me. And I couldn't get comfortable. My pee urgings weren't that great and I'd only had a single sip of beer. I just felt like I wasn't in my place. When the guys started passing around some pot, I declined. "Check out Straight Edge over here," Bill said. I glared at him, but he wasn't looking at me. Lena and Gina smoked it up and started to get really silly, plus they were drunk. How they could stand their repeated trips to that awful, disgusting bathroom I had no idea, especially considering it was Gina who put me off drinking that night in the first place. So I just talked with Sarah and Dallas while everyone got weirder and weirder and I stayed the same. Just before midnight we turned on the TV and found this big celebration in Times Square, way off in New York City. Lots of cheering people in overcoats. Bob and Guitar Genius started talking about how in a minute or two the world would end because of something with computers. I didn't know what the fuck they were talking about, but I started thinking about the whole midnight kiss thing, so I carefully maneuvered myself next to Gina just in case. Then came the countdown and a lot of screaming, but no one got kissed. I gave Gina a quick glance, but she was jumping up and down in place. Then I saw Michelle standing next to Bob and looking kind of forlorn herself. With a huge feeling of relief I saw Patrick was over next to Guitar Genius. I turned and there was Sarah. I hugged her and she got all twitchy and her face turned pink. "Happy New Year, Sarah," I said. "I love you." "I love you, too," she said with this big grin. I quietly told her, "Go get a kiss from Guitar Boy." Her eyes went a little wider, but then she shook her head no. "Why not?" I asked. "Because..." I let go of her and gave her my harshest disappointed look, and she playfully pretended to slap me. When I acted like she'd really hurt me, she got scared and started apologizing and I had to reassure her everything was cool and my face was totally uninjured from such a timid brush from her fingertips she wouldn't have fazed a gnat or changed the direction of a dandelion seed. "IT'S 2000!" Bill screamed and threw himself on the nasty floor and started doing this obscene looking hip thrust thing while balancing himself on one arm. Bob and the other guys started doing it and we girls got the fuck out of there into the kitchen. Then Bob and Michelle went out in the backyard and started shooting off bottle rockets. Sarah and I watched from the kitchen window, even though Michelle kept opening the door and letting in a blast of Arctic air. "Get your ass out here," she kept telling me. "It's not any fun without you!" "Fuck, no!" I protested. "It's too cold!" "You're such a fag." I cut my eyes at Dallas, whose brother actually was gay. She looked kind of slit-eyed and unhappy. She saw I was looking at her and shook her head. Michelle sneered at us and slammed the door, and soon we heard the whistle-report of more bottle rockets and Bob's laughter booming. You could hear a lot of POP POP POPs, either more fireworks a few blocks over or else someone shooting guns down in the 'hood, which was pretty close and just across a major boulevard from where we were. So I grabbed Patrick's arm and told him, "Come on, dickhead." "What?" Of course once we got outside the air stung like crazy and I realized it was a stupid idea to let Michelle get to me like that. She laughed maniacally as she and Bob worked to light another bottle rocket. Their hands were too cold and trembly and the little orange flame from the lighter danced uncertainly. "OH JESUS IT'S COLD AS FUCK OUT HERE!" drunk Patrick shouted, his voice booming in the night. "Hold it down," Michelle said. The bottle rocket went up with a whizz then BANG! Michelle clapped. "Let me do one," I demanded. I looked around for the bottle rockets and didn't see them anywhere. Not on the picnic table, not on the little metal table, not on the battered grill. "Where are they?" "Here," Bob said and handed me a crumpled paper bag. The bottle rocket sticks stuck out like straws to pick. You know, long straw, short straw. Only they were all the same length and magenta. "Do you... do you have a bottle?" I asked, looking at him kind of dubiously. "God, what a pussy," Michelle said. "We were just tossin' them," Bob explained. "Light it, let it rip!" I frowned, but now I was determined to go through with it. And probably shoot the stupid rocket right into my skull through an eye socket. "Give Patrick the lighter," I said. Patrick took forever to get the lighter actually lit and by then I was trembling all over. My fingers hurt, my breath came out in clouds. It actually felt good for a second when Patrick roasted part of my hand trying to find the little green fuse, but he was coming pretty close to setting my sleeve on fire, so I grabbed his wrist with my free hand to steady him. The fuse sparked and I danced away then threw the bottle rocket as hard as I could, which turned out not to be nearly hard enough. It zipped right back at all of us and we scattered just in time for the POP! "You almost killed me!" Michelle gasped. Her black eyes were wide with wonder. Her bare knees were shaking, but that was mostly from the cold. Now I was laughing and needing to pee. "Lemme do another one!" I shrieked. "No, it's too cold," Patrick said, white vapor catching someone's security light and making a cottony halo in front of his face. "Go back inside, then," I said. "It's my turn anyways, dude," Bob told me and took the lighter from Patrick. "You can light me this time, Komori." "That's what I'm talkin' about," I said and grinned devilishly, Patrick totally forgotten. So we did that for a while, just zipping off bottle rockets until the cold got to us and I looked around to see Patrick had fled for the warmth of the house. No wonder we hadn't heard his voice for a while. We went back inside, too, and I saw from the clock it was around one. Things had degenerated into a lame game of quarters around the sticky kitchen table, and that killed Lena and Gina both. They got up stumbling and went somewhere else in the house, their trail marked by the sounds of cans rattling, thumps against the wall and giggles. Patrick was sitting next to me, and I turned to say something to him about how I was going to go crash with them when the next thing I knew, he had his hand between my legs, finding his way up to my crotch as he leaned in with his mouth open and his tongue coming out like that mouthy-tongue jaw thing from the "Alien" movies. "Whoa!" I warned him, shying out of my chair. His other hand brushed against my boob and I took a step back. My chair toppled with a loud bang, Patrick flopped out of his and landed on the floor. I made a break for the living room, leaving a lot of commotion in my wake. But Patrick was swaying to his feet, stumbling after me, saying, in this horrible drunk croak, "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" "We're just friends, dude," I told him. "I know, I know. I'm so sorry, Ayumi. I just... I'm just..." Then he turned away, went outside and yakked in the bushes. Bob brought him back in by the shoulders, steered him through the other drunks into the living room right up to the sofa where he suddenly just collapsed like a stuffed toy animal. Out just like that. "Are you okay, Amy?" Bob asked. Well, I had been until he asked me that. I just nodded, my eyes tearing up from anger, confusion and embarrassment and I fled back to one of the bedrooms where it was just Dallas and me sitting on Bob's bed. Below us on the floor was this dark lumpy shape that was Michelle totally passed out, kind of curled into the fetal position. She looked so tiny and innocent and dead to the world. I wiped my eyes with my hoodie sleeves. Now that I was away from all the madness, I felt more like laughing, though. "Where are Gina and Lena?" I asked. Dallas just smiled and shrugged. "Oh fuck," I said, my voice a bit jagged. "This has been the worst New Year's party ever." "I'm so tired," Dallas said. I took one of Bob's pillows and put it in my lap. The pillow smelled like Bob. "Go to sleep, then." She shook her head no. "I didn't get a midnight kiss," Dallas said. "Neither did I," I told her. I was starting to fall asleep. Somnambulistic mind-state activated, no defenses left. Bound to say anything. I wanted Dallas to shut up and just let me drift away. "Did you want one?" "Yeah..." My eyes closed. I tried to flutter them open but sleep was starting to knead me like bread dough, reshaping me into Dream Amy. Or was that something I was hallucinating? "Me, too. I had someone all picked out, but it never happened." "Me, too..." "Michelle didn't get hers, either." "Bob?" "Yeah. I hate to tell her--" "He's not her boyfriend, is he?" "No. She kinda thinks he is, but..." Dallas sounded strangely close, almost inside me and very far away at the same time. All was black. Sleep was almost through with me and I'd be part of it for hours and hours. "Who did you want to kiss you?" "Who?" "Yeah, who?" I may have told her exactly who. I may have said Gina, I may have said Heidi. I may have lied and told her Patrick. God. Patrick. That was one situation I didn't want to deal with. The theme of December--people making me feel small, people making me feel naked. Just when you could almost forget someone was a guy, he had to go and remind you in the worst way. And the stupid part was, he probably wouldn't remember doing that the next day, lucky him. I'd remember and the next time I saw him I'd feel that hand coming up to where I was most vulnerable. Where it had no business being. Well, fuck him. I'd get even at the skate park, when the weather was better... When he least expected it... So this is how things were now. A few years ago, in that fleeting pre- life, I'd have been one of those dudes on the floor. This party probably would have been a total blast. Only, I just didn't feel like that anymore. I had changed inside and out. That was why I felt so weird all night, I realized in the twilight of consciousness. But I'd decided a year ago I couldn't hold onto those boy-life tatters, that I had to let them blow away in the wind, take this as a fresh start. A year into becoming. Another year of becoming just starting. What would happen? Would I ever understand the world? Would anyone ever love me the way I loved them? With the one little bit of consciousness I had left, I found myself kind of babbling, "I just... I just... I don't know who I want to kiss. I only know who I want to be." Then Dallas said, "Amy, it's 2000. It's a whole new year. You can be anything you want in it." And that was the last I knew of New Year's.

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Amys New Daddy

Amy was frightened as she entered the school’s front office. She hadn’t done anything wrong and yet had been called to the office during school announcements to pick up a detention. What, she wondered, had she done to get a detention. She often smart-mouthed teachers but had always stopped when warned her behavior was out of line. Had some teacher decided at last to give her a detention without warning her? It didn’t help that her home-life sucked. Her mother and father had divorced 5 years...

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AMYS NEW DADDY

Amy was frightened as she entered the school’s front office. She hadn’t done anything wrong and yet had been called to the office during school announcements to pick up a detention. What, she wondered, had she done to get a detention. She often smart-mouthed teachers but had always stopped when warned her behavior was out of line. Had some teacher decided at last to give her a detention without warning her? It didn’t help that her home-life sucked. Her mother and father had divorced 5 years...

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Amy Starts The New Year Without Panties

I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I called my wife as soon as I received the invitation. “Honey guess what, we got the invite to Carl’s party. You know what this means, we will be starting the New Year at the biggest party of the year.” My wife was not as enthusiastic as I was, she didn’t think we fit in with the crowd that hung out with Carl. She was right Carl was rich and single; he always had beautiful women hanging on him hoping for a break in the...

4 years ago
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Amys first time with Anal as a bonus

Introduction: Harry groomsed little Amy on Facebook and its her 1st time Amys First Time Pt 1 Hi, are you Amy? I asked as I saw her standing looking a little lost under the clock in Woodhouse centre all blonde hair and blue eyes with too much mascara in her black miniskirt and silver jacket looking, the perfect little Lolita, just more grown up than she looked on Face-book. She looked up at me and I saw confusion in her sweet little thirteen year old eyes, Yes, she replied uncertainly,Im...

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Amy and Elizabeth

Amy and Elizabeth By Boobwatch One Chapter One When Amy Liu arrived for work, there was a message on her voice mail from Elizabeth Coleridge. Elizabeth wanted to see Amy in her office as soon as she got in. This was a bit odd. Elizabeth was a senior vice-president at Yesenia Electronics, and was not involved in the day-to-day workings of the engineering department. In fact, Amy couldn't recall ever having spoken to Elizabeth, aside from an occasional "Hello" in the hallway....

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Amy Vs The Strippers

As the two strippers (one was a stunning curly-haired, artificial redhead with purple highlights and the other was a beautiful woman of mixed African American & Korean ancestry. Both were wearing red g-strings, tassels, high-heels and their skin was covered with body glitter and a light sheen of sweat. Amy would letter find out their names were Cherry Pepper and Lulu) writhed around the pole and fondled each other as men threw dollar bills on the stage, Amy was writing a first draft email on...

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Amy Vs The Strippers

As the two strippers (one was a stunning curly-haired, artificial redhead with purple highlights and the other was a beautiful woman of mixed African American & Korean ancestry. Both were wearing red g-strings, tassels, high-heels and their skin was covered with body glitter and a light sheen of sweat. Amy would letter find out their names were Cherry Pepper and Lulu) writhed around the pole and fondled each other as men threw dollar bills on the stage, Amy was writing a first draft email...

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Amys Anal Adventure with Alice Ch 2

Amy couldn't believe the week she'd had. Her boyfriend, Todd, had been busy with studying. So, she and her roommate Alice, were free to continue Amy's exploration into anal sex. Amy was still feeling a bit guilty about doing all of this behind Todd's back. However, she thought that when she was able to surprise him, for his birthday, and offer up her ass, he'd understand and forgive her. Alice still planned to come along and help explain the situation as well as participate in a threesome that...

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AmySue Who Me

By Boez Chapter One It was one of those days where the temperature and humidity together passed 200. The kind of day you would expect in an equatorial rain forest. The kind of day that gave a new meaning to sweat. You always hear that high temperatures in Phoenix are accompanied by low humidity thereby making 117 degrees merely bearable. Look it’s not natural to be able to defrost a steak by putting it on the hood of your car for 2 minutes. Amy-Sue had to do a little shopping downtown on...

2 years ago
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Amys Anal Adventures with Alice Ch 1

Amy and Todd had been together since Freshman year in college, now, two years later, Amy was pretty sure they'd get married once they were done with school. They were still very much in love two years after their romance began. Amy loved Todd and he loved her right back. They had similar interests, and overall just loved being in each other's company.Amy and Todd were studying in his room, on his bed, but Amy couldn't concentrate, she knew Todd's birthday was in a week and she couldn't think of...

3 years ago
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Amy and her daddy Part 4

Introduction: Amy and new friend….. Amy has more fun….. John came home about an hour later, he started making dinner for the two of them. He found his daughter watching TV in her room, she was lying on her front on the bed. Her skirt was rucked up, he sat beside her and placed his hand on her legs. Hi dad, she said, without turning round. Hi honey he replied, he ran his hand up her leg, it felt a little damp, Amy hadnt cleaned the juice off her legs. His hand found her pert arse, he...

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Amy Part 2

September When September came, the students returned to campus, including Amy. I thought it might be awkward seeing her after three months of no contact. On the other hand, Amy had such great social graces (and managed to hide from the world what a slut she could be), I figured things would probably go smoothly. Amy arrived for our first meeting. We hugged in greeting, and I kept back so my boner would not poke Amy in the stomach. Amy gave me her sly grin as she sat down, but we both were...

2 years ago
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Amy the Babysitting Slut Dream Job Lost

Introduction: First Story in a Long Series Adapted from Cyber Chat This story is fictional. It started out as a cyber chat play that just grew, producing long stories and a long series, six in total so far. Most writing is mine but the thoughts, the direction and even what is happening sexually comes with approval. We told of our fantasy, me wanting a babysitting cheerleader, her wanting to have forceful sex and be paid. What came is this series about Amy. I know the themes in here are not...

4 years ago
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Amy the Babysitting Slut Job Offer

I know the themes in here are not going to be for everyone, taboo and morally wrong. I am not saying that they are mine or hers but this is what came from our chats. I was highly encouraged to edit our talks together and post them in story form here on XNXX. Each story will have set up but you can scroll to the good parts quite easily. But since these chats were not meant to be stories, there will be gaps, especially in the beginning where transitions should occur. All people involved are...

2 years ago
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Amy and Hopes Bad Weekend

After a few minutes my girl came out and got into her car just like any normal person would do. I pulled out about 2 cars behind and followed her home. She led me to a somewhat secluded housing area so I peeled off and went up a block from where she turned. Her car would be easy to spot driving around so I had no fear of losing her. I took a couple of turns to get back to where I thought she might be and sure enough, 3 houses down from where she turned, there she was getting her bags out...

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Amy the Babysitting Slut 1 Job Offer

I know the themes in this story are not going to be for everyone, taboo, and morally wrong. I am not saying that they are mine or hers but this is what came from our chats. I was highly encouraged to edit our talks together and post them in story form here on XNXX. Each story will have set up but you can scroll to the good parts quite easily. But since these chats were not meant to be stories, there will be gaps, especially in the beginning where transitions should occur. All people involved...

2 years ago
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Amy the Babysitting Slut Chapter 01 Job Offer

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1 year ago
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Amy and Dave Nude on VacationChapter 8

Day 8 Amy woke up after a very restful sleep. She just laid there awhile and thought about what had happen to her and Dave over the past few days. She just couldn't believe at the things that she and Dave had while they were with Megan and Ken, going to the mall and shopping in the nude, skinny-dipping at a public beach, horseback riding naked and having oral sex with Kelly, Megan, Ken and Dave. She smiled when she thought about having oral sex. It really felt good giving and...

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Amy Part 1

On a campus of beautiful young women, Amy stood out. She had no curves to her body, small breasts, but she did have a gorgeous ass. What stood out about Amy was her face. She could have been a model for a portrait of Queen Nefertiti on the wall of an Egyptian temple. She was of mixed ethnicity, her dad was German, her mom was Singaporean. The combination of these two ethnicities gave Amy an unbelievably beautiful face. High Asian cheekbones, skin not quite white, piercing blue German...

1 year ago
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### LCS-60007 ###Waylaid Wifeby Marvin CoxCHAPTER ONEAmy Miller sat smoking a cigarette in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, trying not to look at her husband's naked body. Every time she did, her pussy itched even more. She spread her legs, trying to relieve some of the pressure, but it was useless. The constant throb wouldn't stop."Cock," she whispered. "I need a big, hard cock in here." She thrust her middle finger deeply inside her burning hole and felt the sucking muscles pull hungrily....

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Amy and Dave Nude on VacationChapter 5

DAY 5 FRIDAY MORNING At Aunt Lori and Uncle Kevin's house Dave woke up and looked at the clock on the nightstand. 'Damn, ' he thought as he saw that it was 6:00. It was about an hour earlier then the time he normally got up, but he had gone to bed about two hours earlier, so he had gotten more sleep then he normally did. And he was wide-awake. After laying there for a few minutes, he decided to get up. It was normal for him to get up as soon as he woke up. Without getting dressed, Dave...

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Amys Anal Adventures with Alice Ch 3

Alice wasn't sure what to do, she felt she was torn between two relationships. She had her relationship with Todd and Amy, which she loved. She also had been seeing Sarah without letting Todd and Amy know. Alice had, by chance, happened to bump into Sarah on her way to class. Sarah, while gathering her things, slid her hand under Alice's skirt and touched her, hoping for the lustful response that Alice had given her.  "Sarah", Alice thought, is perfect, she had long black wavy hair. Her skin...

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Amy and Dave Nude on VacationChapter 7

Day 7 "Megan. Megan." In her sleepy mind, Megan heard someone calling her. Opening her eyes, she saw her Mom. "Oh, morning, Mom." "I'm sorry to wake you, but your Dad and I decided that we are going to go out for breakfast and then to church. We are going to catch the early mass, so we should be back around 10:00. Amy and Dave's parents should be here are 10:30 and I think that they start heading home as soon as possible. We probably will have lunch with them before they...

3 years ago
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Amy and Dave Nude on VacationChapter 6c

At Kelly's Farm Megan and Amy drove out into the country to Kelly's farm. Both girls were looking forward to going riding. While Megan went riding often, it had been quite a while since Amy had been riding. A friend's family had horses and every once in awhile, Amy would get to go riding. Amy wasn't that good, but she could ride without too many problems. Finally, they arrived at the farm. Megan drove down the road and parked next to the barn. The two girls got out of the car and as...

3 years ago
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Amy a Lawyer

Copyright 2016 Amy closed her eyes and rubbed her hand across her forehead trying to clear the headache. She didn’t regret her decision to take the job in the Public Defenders’ Office. It felt good helping people who couldn’t afford a lawyer by themselves, but she hadn’t really been prepared for the workload. Looking around her small office, choked with legal texts and case files, she smiled ruefully to herself. At least she had a job, some of the friends she’d graduated with still hadn’t...

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Amy 16 Michelle Chos Wild Ride

Michelle Cho's Wild Ride by Amy Komori The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2012 Amy Komori. All rights reserved. Chapter One: The Story of How I Moved Here from Tulsa and Met This Amy Komori Girl I'll tell you straight up, dude, this town fucking sucked whenever we first moved here. But it's not like we had a choice. We moved here from Tulsa, Oklahoma,...

3 years ago
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Amy and Savannah Move In

I grew up down the street from my local public swimming pool and spent a lot of hours there. Stationed in the center of the "good" side of town, it was a great amenity to have just a block away -- I could dash down and hang out for the afternoon and come home at any point if I wanted.Of course, not everyone at the pool lived in the neighborhood -- a lot of parents were known for using the pool as the sole activity for their k**s in the summer, buying them a summer pass and evicting them from...

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Amy and Vivian Go Missing

So it was that Amy and Vivian began what they thought would be the adventure of their lives. Amy was tall at 5’7, slender yet somehow impressively curved, her blonde hair cut just above her shapely shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled like the open ocean when she saw something she lusted after - which was often. Her soft-spoken manner and shyness only lasted until she got to know you, and then she became the demanding, typically spoiled rich girl. Her friend Vivian was in some ways the polar...

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Amy Gardner A Life

AMY GARDNER: A LIFE by dkb I'M GONNA, I'M GONNA God, my life is shit. My life is nothing. I'm 25 and still living at home with my parents, no job, no girlfriend, what am I gonna do? I'm a wreck. My life is disappearing, one day at a time, and it adds up to nothing. I wish I was someone else. I wish I was him. He looks like he knows where he's going, in his flash suit, a young high-flyer. Or him. Or her. In a giddy flash I trip and stumble. I would fall, but Mummy's got...

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Amy from the Church Camp Part II

Amy was a sweet nineteen-year-old and she was sexy as she could be and she knew it. She played like she was an innocent teenager, but she was anything but. I had known Amy and her parents for years and for years. Every summer, she attended a church camp where I was the camp director and counselor.Amy and I grew close over the years and even closer this past summer camp, closer than either one of us had probably ever meant to become.I woke up alone in my sleeping bag, having imagined, or so I...

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Amy and Rachel at the Beach

Amy spotted the man watching them when the sun reflecting off the binoculars he held caught her eye. She wondered how much he could see. She didn't tell Rachel. She'd wait until Rachel finished. She glanced down the beach again to see if the man was still watching. He was. Standing there, ominous as a scarecrow, higher than them on the third-floor deck of an ultra-modern house four houses away. She could almost feel his eyes on her bare breasts. Turning to watch Rachel on the chaise lounge next...

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Amy Lusty Wife and Mother

Chapter 1 Hello, guys!!! If you think you know your wife or girlfriend pretty good, you'd better take another minute or two and consider whether you really know her or not. I'd love to have a dollar for every husband who thinks he can describe his wife and that he's got her all confined in his own little package. Believe me, from personal experience, very few of you guys really know what your wives or girlfriends are up to when you're not around to keep an eye on them. What am I trying...

1 year ago
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Amy Emily and Me Part 4

I put on sweats and a tank top and Emily put on a tight pair of shorts and a t-shirt. We were sitting at the dining room table doing homework when mom came in. Hi kids. Mom said. We both looked up and replied, Hi Mom. She went to their bedroom to change and Emily and I smiled at each other knowing that we needed to keep quiet about everything so far. I can still taste it. I told Emily. I can still taste your cum too, she responded. Mom came in and said that she was going to make...

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               During my second year of college I moved into a group living situation, muchlike a dorm, but without big brother looking over your shoulder all thetime.  Well, after about a month, one of the girls there caught my eye.  Itwas a co-ed place, so there was a lot of fucking going on, with everyoneseeming to be fucking everyone else, hooking up, breaking up, and all that,playing the game for all it was worth.  I hadn't gotten involved in any ofthat yet, both from a lack of...

3 years ago
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Amy 5

I ended up calling the number a couple days later. I was really surprised that he didn't sound black at all. We ended up talking a couple times that week and I said that it had to be like she had to do it and had no other choice. I explained that no v******e at all and just a gentle force or Amy would never get fucked in front of me. I agreed to the filming since I wanted to be able to watch it later after it was over. We had to wait to make sure it was the right time of the month for Amy's...

3 years ago
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Amy Emily and Me Part 6 Good Morning

Good morning stud, I heard Amy's soft voice whisper. Good morning sexy, I replied while trying to see her face silhouetted in the sunlight. Amy's fingertips were gingerly tracing my morning hard-on. Up and down the shaft and around the head. She tenderly squeezed my balls, feeling the rubbery firmness. Her ass felt so good against my cheek. I kissed it and asked how she slept. Pretty damn good. I had the weirdest dream though. She answered. Dream...??? Like what? I inquired. I dreamed...

3 years ago
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Amy 8

I get to see my girl's second movie now with Ben's big black cock!!!I hope you enjoy this installment of Amy!!! The movie started and Amy told me to just shut it off and for the first time I insisted on seeing the movie. I just smiled at her and said it was about time I got to see what happened with Ben that last time and I was going to watch it. I told her I have been trying a lot to get her to tell me about it and even about what happened at Tony's. Amy looked stunned and just sat there with...

2 years ago
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Amy Dear Amy

Author's Note. If your looking for a story with sexual activity in it, this is not the one for you. This is not an Adult story. It is a Sci-Fi with a Transgender nature I would be appreciate your comments on this story and also any suggestions for future story plots. Donna Allyson McCleod; Email via: donna- [email protected] Amy dear Amy By: Donna-Allyson McCleod Chapter 1 The accident had shaken up the community. Not that accidents had not happened before in...

1 year ago
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Amy Ch 05

The time flew by as Uncle John and Amy discussed her real father from their respective viewpoints. Amy sat spellbound, as John painted a picture of a man she’d never known. He had been athletic, very knowledgeable, and one of the most sought after men in town by the ladies. He’d married her mother when he was twenty-one, six months after graduating from Syracuse. Her mother had been eighteen. He died two weeks after Amy was born. Her step-father had settled into the role of husband and father...

3 years ago
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Amy 7

Amy finally gets home from meeting with Ben!!!ENJOY!!!I woke up the next morning on the couch with the TV still on. I instantly checked to see if Amy was home and she wasn't yet. I made coffee and tried calling Amy. It went right to voice mail and I asked her to at least call me. No calls came and I was just getting ready to go and see if she was still at Ben's place. Then I sat back down and just watched TV for a while. About 11 that morning I got bored and logged back onto the website that...

1 year ago
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Amy Pt 1

I'd not been working in the shop for long when Amy came in for the first time. She was petite, mid twenties and about 5'4" I guess with short cropped hair and wearing a loose, flowing summery dress. My first thought was of a cute little summer pixie.She used to come in fairly regularly and I always enjoyed chatting and flirting with her. sometimes she seemed almost shy and reserved while other times she could be quite suggestive so it was kind of difficult to get a handle on just how far the...

3 years ago
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Amys Fantasy

Initially, Amy was hesitant when Alex had asked her if she wanted to take the bus instead of a plane. She knew that what should have been a couple-hour journey would now take more than a whole day, but when she saw the price difference she would have to say yes.She ended up being surprised with how much she liked the bus ride. Free wifi, air conditioning (which was nice for the dead-of-summer trip across state lines) and room for her ample legs to stretch and feel at home. It wasn’t easy being...

2 years ago
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Amys Double Dildo Delight

Wooldridge markets mystified Amy; her Mother used to take her there every weekend, now Amy visited a couple of times a year. When Amy was a c***d, visiting the markets was like an excursion to the circus, the stall holders all seemed descendants of Gypsies with scruffy hair, earrings of all shapes and sizes dangling from their ears and bright and wonderful clothing, the smell of incense filled the air along with the delicate sounds of wind chimes hanging from the stalls. Most of the items for...

3 years ago
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Amy and the Pool Party

“Are you ready, babe?” Rob called out. “We’re gonna be late!” Rob paced in the living room. Amy was always late when they went out but it was always worth it. At 40 years old Amy was absolutely stunning. She had a perfect hour glass figure and all the right curves. She had ample 38DD breasts and a nice round butt. Rob always knew he was a lucky man to have such a sexy, gorgeous wife. They were going to a party at their friends, Mike and Laura’s house. Nothing fancy, just a casual...

4 years ago
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Amy and Her Massive Boobs Part 1

Just down the street from where I live is a gas station that I stop at regularly for cigarettes and coffee. One evening on the way home from work I stopped and found that a new girl was working there. I was immediately attracted to her. She is pretty, a few years younger than me, and mainly because she has a knockout body with a major rack. Her tits are full and round, and just stick out like they are on constant display. Six months ago my girlfriend broke up with me, she had a knockout body as...

2 years ago
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Amy Tim and Kevin

Amy’s aunt and uncle came to her house every Saturday afternoon to play cards with her parents. She called her cousin and had a blushing conversation with Tim about how Kevin wanted to watch her suck his dick. “He wants to watch you,” Tim said, “suck my dick . . . he knows you used to do that?” “Of course he knows,” she said, “I tell him everything.” “Did you tell him I screwed you?” Tim asked, blushing. “Well,” Amy said, “yeah, just that one time.” “Does he wanna watch me,” Tim...

4 years ago
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Amy and Darleen rewritten

Copyright 2018 CHAPTER 1 It started a couple of years after my divorce. At first, I was not interested in dating as the divorce got nasty fairly quick. We were high school sweethearts who ended up getting married rather young. I grew up in a religious family and my wife didn’t. However, since I was working close to 80 hours a week for nearly 2 years, it led to the demise of our marriage. My grandparents were married over 60 years. Getting divorced really broke my heart and took its...

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Amy and The Unicorn

The cab ride to the club seemed very long as Amy and Eric contemplated the evening ahead.  It was their first night in the city of Vancouver, and they knew very little about their destination except what they had read on line.  The club's web site had advertised a pre-holiday "Lingerie or Less" party as the theme for this months event. Eric had previously submitted their personal information, in addition to their photographs, under fictitious names and they had been approved pending paying a...

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Amy and her daddy Part 5

Amy again, doing what she does…….. Friday came around fairly quickly. John had made contact with Lauras mum asking about babysitting, he had promised to be back by 10pm. Lauras mum had asked Laura, and she had readily agreed, and to make things better, Lauras mum said she could sleep the night at Amys. John was already home when Amy arrived home from school, he then went through the plan with her. Amy had told her dad Laura was a bit tarty, and that there was a good chance she would turn up...

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Amy and Tims Anal Adventure

Hello. My name is Tim. I am six feet tall with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I work out daily to keep myself in shape, and as my girlfriend of the last year, Amy, would happily point out, I have an 8.5” thick cock with a large mushroom head. Amy has long, flowing auburn hair and the sexiest green eyes I have ever seen. Amy has a petite body, with absolutely amazing large perky C-cup boobs. Looking at Amy in jeans, you would not be able to tell that she had much of an ass, and she likes...

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Amy 6

When we pulled in to park at the apartment Amy was taking off her seatbelt before the car was parked. Soon as it stopped moving Amy opened her door and got out before I could say anything. I hurried up to catch up with her and she was walking like she was drunk and knew the drinks did the trick. I walked next to her and told her there was nothing I could do and asked her if she was mad at me. Amy stammered out that she knew I couldn't stop it and she just kept walking. I asked her if she got...

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Amy and Rachel at the Beach Part 2

The house of the middle-age industrialist from Quebec was possibly the most modern structure on the beach. The design was austere inside and out, the décor all white or gray, including the furnishings, which were dramatically stark. Robert Bissett’s dinner guests, Amy and Rachel, were bedazzled, not only by the house, but by their host as well. Amy’s infatuation for the man was obvious from the clothing she selected for her first visit to his home. She pulled on a white T-shirt that advertised...

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Amys first time

A couple of nights back I was getting ready for bed, I went to the window in my bedroom to pull the blind. I looked towards my neighbour's window as I always did in the hope of a glimpse of their eldest daughter, Amy. I was never lucky enough to see anything, until that night a couple of days back. When I glanced towards the window I saw the girl getting ready for bed. She look like she'd just slipped the white blouse she'd been wearing off and was now standing right by the window with the...

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Amy Robs First Encounter

This is my first story please comment if you enjoy it.This is NOT a true story! This is just fiction!Amy & Robs First Encounter.I went to bed early one night to go watch a film it was around 7:30pm when I got into bed, I turned on the TV and switched over the channel till I got to the one I wanted. The film was Ace Ventura I think. After the film I heard my sister coming in from her date banging the door closed running up stairs into her room crying wanting to see if she was alright I got...

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Amy Tells Her Story ndash Chapter 2 of the Amy i

If you have not read the first chapter, which is, Amy is Pregnant, I suggest you do so as this chapter doesn't make much sense unless you have the start of the series. Will there be a chapter 3? I don't know, I am looking for input, you can help. Here are the questions:1. Should there be another chapter?2. If there is another chapter where should it go?I generally don't get a lot of input on story lines, it really is a personal thing for me when a story starts to develop in my mind. But...

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Amy Awakened

( A Les Lumens Story ) Amy awakened, startled by the phone ringing, and picked it up. She smiled at the computer screen in front of her, seeing exactly the same message that Jason delivered to her when she brought the phone to her ear. “Go to bed. You’re falling asleep in that chair.” “Sorry,” Amy responded, twirling a lock of her brown hair on her finger, tingling all over from the sound of his voice. “It’s okay. Talk to you tomorrow?” “Sure. Thanks again for listening.” “Not enough people...

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Amy

AMY BETRAYED AMY BETRAYED ?So you come up on Saturday evening and release me??  Amy was about to undergo her first self bondage in a fashion that she would not be able to release herself, and would need help to get free. Her friend Sheila had agreed to come to where Amy would be, and release her, Amy started the car that Saturday morning, wearing a short skirt, and a top, no underwear and no bra. Neither of these were going to be needed for the rest of the day, as in fact, nor were the...

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Amy Emily and Me Part 8 Fantasies

Amy turned around facing me and asked, How did Emily SHIT in your mouth...??? She was smiling with a curiosity but also looked a little jealous. You know that Emily sucked my cock and swallowed my cum Amy.... Right...??? Yes Kevin..... Well.... I felt like I needed to return the favor.... So.... I had Emily get on top of me and get in a sixty-nine position. I admitted. Yes.... And then what...??? Amy asked. I could tell that this was intriguing her. Her eyes were beginning to sparkle with...

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