Amy worked at a local mom and pop restaurant I frequented. The first thing I noticed about her was her smile. The second thing I noticed was her blue eyes. They sparkled when she smiled. In fact, that was what I complimented her on when she took my order. I told her that she had a very pretty smile causing her to face to flush red with the thank you she offered in return. Her flush aroused me and stirred both my cock and my curiosity.
Amy was tall and lean with an athletic build. She had long, well defined legs, auburn hair, flat stomach and a chest that I would say was an A cup based on observation. She had just turned 18 and graduated high school the spring before and was attending a local college. Way younger than me, but she had an air of maturity that was beyond her years.
We struck up a friendship that was long and slow going. One day when the place was slow I waved at her; she came over to my table and I asked her if she was seeing anyone. Her face flushed red again, as it did with most of our encounters. She admitted that she was not. When I asked her why wouldn't a pretty girl as herself have a boyfriend, she replied that most guys were jerks and only wanted one thing. My response was that I was glad I wasn't like "most guys."
I then asked her what she was doing after she got off work and if I could buy her a cup of coffee. She was hesitant but I could tell she wanted to. I assured her that I was a gentleman and simply wanted to get to know her as a friend. She smiled and nodded agreeing to meet me at the local coffee shop.
She arrived and we sat down. She seemed very nervous and once the coffee arrived I started asking her about school and what her plans were following. She wanted to get into nursing. I then told her a little bit about myself, that I knew that the age gap was apparent but that I simply wanted to get to know her. As we talked I could tell she came from a strict religious background. She also intimated that her parents would not approve of her having a male friend as old as myself.
I asked her why would she agree to meet me if she knew her parents wouldn't approve. She responded that she was old enough to decide for herself and make her own decisions now. I sensed a streak of rebellion. I agreed with her, but also cautioned her not to be too cavalier with her attitude until she was ready to live out own her on. I also told her that for the time being she may not want to reveal to anyone our friendship as people cannot keep their mouth shut. The best kept secret is one that is never told.
Amy and I spent the next several weeks meeting at the coffee shop a couple of times a week. Then we would meet for lunch near the college. We would text and speak on the phone and I took things painfully slow with her. We spent many nights in simple conversation about her school, friends, upbringing and her thoughts on current events. I asked questions that challenged her intellect and saw that my long game was playing out.
Her parents were strict, but she had a rebellious side that comes with youth. I played to her rebellious nature, but not overtly. I led her down the path I wanted but made her think it was her decision. I was seducing her mind.
Amy had taken a vow when she had reached puberty that she would save her virginity until she was married. I respected that and told her as such...but I could tell that the sexual tension between us was wearing her down. She knew that I was divorced and asked me questions about marriage, relationship dynamics between men and women and things she said she never felt comfortable asking anyone else. I was honest with her and told her my take on life.
I finally got her to come by my house for a visit. It was winter and I invited her over to sit by my fire pit. She was impressed with my digs. Amy was wearing stretch pants, t shirt and tennis shoes when she arrived. I gave her a tour of the house. I offered her a glass of wine and I could see a moral dilemma unfold before me. I also knew that depending on how she responded would tell me how far I had come and how far I still needed to go. She knew I drank socially, but yet I had never in her presence.
"I have never had alcohol before" Any replied. I poured us both a glass of wine silently and set it in front of her.
"It's perfectly fine if you don't want to try it. I just didn't want to be rude and not offer." I took a sip and asked her if she had ever had any cough syrup when she was ill.
"Of course I have."
"You know if you look at the alcohol content in most medicines, the alcohol content is much greater than it is in this glass of wine. In fact, if memory serves me, wine is mentioned throughout scripture."
"It is, but..." Amy trailed off as she stared at the glass.
"But, you have been conditioned to believe it is wrong. I get it, believe it or not, I was conditioned the same way by men who wanted to control and dominate the lives of the flock they were supposed to lead. Then I did my own research and discovered that it was 'drunkenness' that was sinful...not the wine. You see, scripture teaches us that our bodies are sacred temples that are to be cared for through proper diet, discipline and exercise. The same men who would control those that follow them look like walruses, are lazy and leech off those that will buy into them. They use scripture to their own benefit mainly and ostracize anyone who challenges their authority."
Amy listened with intent and kept looking between me and the glass of wine.
"I am willing to bet that at your place of worship there is a core group...an inner circle if you will. The 'shepherd' surrounds himself with these people that are more than likely the ones with the highest contribution rate. He keeps them satisfied and he knows this is where his bread is buttered. If anyone comes into the fold and doesn't fit in, creates a ripple to his program or exhibits leadership capability and is unwilling to get with his program- they get subtly cut from the herd. He probably finds something they are into and finds a way to address it from his podium on Sunday. Eventually they move on realizing they are not a good fit. Does that sound about right?"
Amy didn't say anything but listened intently. I could tell the wheels were spinning in her head.
"You are a beautiful, disciplined and intelligent woman. You are capable of making your own decisions. This is why I am attracted to you. However, that being said, you do whatever you feel comfortable with. If drinking a glass of wine causes you a crisis of conscience, then I will pour it down the drain. Whatever decision you make will be the right one and will have no bearing on what I think or feel towards you."
There... the dye was cast what happened next would determine the course of where this would go.
Amy looked at me intently. "You are attracted to me?" she asked.
"Of course I am; can't you tell?"
"I didn't know...you've never touched me or tried to...."
"It isn't that I didn't want to or even think about it...I have thought about it a lot. It was just I have a lot of respect for you, your beliefs and our friendship isn't based on anything physical. If I may be transparent with you...it has taken every ounce of will power, I have had not to take you into my arms right now and kiss you."
Amy's face flushed and I watched as her nipples grew hard through thin fabric of her bra and her t shirt, her breathing became noticeably rapid. I reached for her hand and brought it to my lips and kissed it. Being the romantic that she was, she responded as I knew she would and her body seemed to go limp as her resolve began to crumble. Up until now, other than a handshake, we had never touched.
I opened my mouth and placed a wet kiss on her hand once more. I continued kissing her hand as I looked into her eyes. The smoldering passion that burned in them was apparent. I slipped to her fingers and gave her a slight bite on her index finger. Amy moaned softly.
I pulled her into my arms for an embrace. My left hand went to her hair and my fingers entangled themselves in her shoulder length tresses. My right hand enveloped her back and drifted down to the rise of her ass. I cupped the rise but went no further. I didn't want to spook her. As we embraced, I slipped my right leg between hers softly and pressed my thigh against her mound. I could feel the heat blistering from her sex. My lips found hers and my tongue parted them, snaking itself into her mouth. Amy moaned louder this time as our tongues dueled for several minutes. As we kissed, I sucked her lips between mine and teased her mouth. My tongue probed and explored until she broke our kiss and placed her head on my shoulder, catching her breath.
I held her there for several minutes and I picked up the glass of wine she had not touched and took a drink. She leaned her head back and looked at me. I held the glass to her lips and then she took a drink.
I let her savor the wine, then offered her another sip. She drank it heavily this time, then I finished the wine off. I kissed her once more tasting the sweetness the wine left in her mouth. We kissed that way for several minutes more. Her body was relaxing in my arms and I let my hand drift down and gave her ass a slight squeeze. Amy giggled at this and we broke our embrace. Baby steps.
I suggested we go out to the fire pit as I poured us both one more glass of wine. As we walked outside, I held her hand. I knew that physical contact is what her body was craving right now. I had started the fire before she had arrived and it was going good. We sipped wine and listened to the music I had playing on Alexa. I told her to feel free to change the music if she wanted and she played one of her favorite artists.
She commented about my place saying that she loved it. Then she noticed the pergola in the far corner of the yard.
