This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Amy Schiffer was staring at the trees as they raced past her, trying to ignore her mother by turning up the volume on her phone's earbuds. She had ceased being mad and angry at what was happening and had resigned herself to simply sit in silence and let her mother worry about whether she was making the right decision about her daughter's future. She was done arguing and fighting. She just wanted to listen to her music and think about Greg.
"I know you think I am being a bitch and that I am heartless and don't care about what you want," her mom said. "I get it. I do. But this is for your own good. And I know you are smart enough to see that."
Amy pretended she couldn't hear her. As far as the young woman was concerned, this was punishment, plain and simple. Her mom had never approved of Greg. She never really understood him. Amy knew he was different, that he was not like all the other boys at their high school. She knew, with absolute certainty, that he loved her. And she loved him. And nothing her mother could do was ever going to change that, no matter how far she drove them apart or for how long.
"You will see, honey. Boys, especially boys like Greg, they only care about one thing and you have such a bright future ahead of you. I...I just don't want to see you make the same mistakes I did."
Amy turned the music up louder. She had heard this sermon from her mom since she had started high school four years ago and she was in no mood to hear it again, especially on a six-hour car ride to some all-girl boarding college in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, her mom grew silent and Amy was able to lose herself in her music. She began to remember all the good times she and Greg had shared: the movies they had gone to, the homecoming dance where he told her he loved her for the first time. He was so good to her. Why couldn't her mother just see that. Of course, Amy knew why. Her mother was jealous of what Amy and Greg had. Her mother's heart had been broken by the man who had gotten her pregnant in high school, leaving her to raise Amy all by herself. But just because her mother hated men didn't mean that she had to ruin Amy's chance at happiness too.
Of course, this did explain why her mother reacted the way she did when she caught the two of them that night. Amy sighed, not wanting to remember, but she couldn't help it. It was like a bad dream and once it began, she had to relive it over and over again. It was the end of summer. Greg had come over to watch a movie and hangout. He was always so kind to her, so loving and gentle. But that night, something was wrong. He seemed distracted, pained even. He didn't want to talk about it at first, but Amy was insistent that if something was wrong, she wanted to know. Maybe there was something she could do to help.
"It's just, whenever I am around you, I just...I can't tell you."
"No, tell me. You can tell me anything!"
"I - My - Wow. O.K., I just get like really hard."
"You mean?" Amy knew exactly what he meant.
"Yeah. And it's not your fault or anything, you are just so beautiful and sexy and it just happens."
"O.K.," Amy said, unsure how to respond.
"And...well...if it stays like this too long, it starts to hurt really bad."
"Hurt?"
"Yeah. I just need to go home I guess." He got up to leave and Amy, sitting on the couch as she was, could clearly see the outline of his erection in his shorts.
"No," was all she said. Without really thinking, without even considering what she was doing or where she was, she reached up, and slid her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. Slowly, oh so slowly it seemed as the memory replayed in her head, she pulled his shorts down. She had had no idea what she was going to do. Of course she had heard of blowjobs, but this was not a story about what another girl at school had done, this was happening to her. But she loved him. And this was what love meant, right? She put the tip of his engorged cock into her mouth. The sensation was unique, thrilling and dangerous. His pre-cum was salty and bitter, but she didn't mind it as much as she thought she would. As she sucked on him, Greg moaned. She kept sucking, encouraged by his reaction. She only wanted to make him happy, to make him feel good. She rolled her tongue around the head of his cock.
"Oh, fuck," Greg exclaimed, jerking his dick out of her mouth with a loud pop. Amy looked up to see her mother standing in the doorway, fire burning in her eyes.
"Get away from her!" she screamed.
"Mom!" Amy cried out, confused and ashamed, "Don't!"
But it didn't matter. The rest was a blur of screams and tears. Greg ran out of the house and Amy locked herself in her bedroom. Within a week, her mother had somehow arranged for Amy to go to Franklin College, an all girl school that was about as far from civilization as Amy could imagine. Amy never saw Greg after that night, though the two spoke often and texted. He swore he would wait for her, that she was the only girl he would ever love and no matter what her mother said or did, they would be together forever.
Amy started thinking about that night again, but this time, she was dreaming more than she was remembering. Greg's hard, bitter dick was replaced with a soft, delicious tongue. Velvet lips pressed against her own with gentle eagerness. Amy accepted the kiss, returning it with ever increasing fervor. There was something so intimate about the kiss, something that promised her pleasures she would never forget. As the dream progressed, the kiss ended, and Amy's hungry mouth wrapped around a swollen and rock hard nipple of a woman's large and ample breast. She sucked and licked at the flesh eagerly, surprised at how much better this felt in her mouth than Greg's ugly cock. The woman in her dreams gently guided Amy lower, until the woman's warm, wet mound was in front of the young woman's face. The scent was overwhelming and intoxicating. Amy instinctively began to lick and suck at the folds of the labia, savoring its taste. The woman gasped in pleasure as Amy's tongue found her engorged clit. Amy looked up and into her mother's eyes.
Amy jerked awake, shaking the dream away. Her mother looked over at her.
"Bad dream?" she asked.
At first Amy couldn't speak, she could still feel her mother's clit on her tongue.
"Yeah. Something like that," she mumbled as she adjusted herself in the seat. When she did, she noticed the large wet spot spreading across the crotch of her sweat pants. She quickly pulled her hand-bag onto her lap, pretending to look for something, and hoped her mother had not seen it too.
The rest of the trip was relatively uneventful. Amy did her very best to try and forget the dream and, for the most part, she did. It was just a stupid dream and it didn't mean anything at all. End of story.
They arrived at the college just as the sun was beginning to sink into the warm, afternoon hills that surrounded the campus. Even Amy had to admit it was a beautiful sight.
"So, what do you think?" Her mother asked as they got out of the car.
"It's pretty enough I guess."
Her mom laughed and shook her head. They had parked near the college administration building. Amy had assumed it was closed, as it was both late and a Sunday. She was surprised to see a woman standing at the door, waiting to let them in.
"You know mom, you never told me how you managed all of this. How did you get me enrolled so quickly?"
