(Author's note: welcome to the second installment in the adventures of Amy, a young lady with a taste for older men. You should probably read part 1 first if you haven't already.)
(Author's note II: once again, this story is set in the early summer of 1993, a time when I myself was not yet alive. Apologies for any historical inaccuracies that may have crept in.)
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Amy Lefebvre woke up on Tuesday morning, the day after her eighteenth birthday, feeling extremely pleased.
Her first night of adulthood had gone just as she had planned, finally allowing herself to indulge her long-held desire to give her young body up to a much older man. She'd gone to the local bar, taking advantage of her newly-minted ability to legally purchase alcohol, and had immediately ser her eyes on a thirty-six-year-old man named Pete.
They'd gone back to his place, where he'd given her two orgasms, one with his mouth and one with his penis, before cumming on her stomach. It had been simple, straightforward, but extremely enjoyable. Everything she'd hoped for from her first adult encounter. She'd cleaned herself up afterwards, gotten dressed, and given him one last kiss as she left his apartment, saying, "Maybe I'll see you around again."
It seemed likely that she would; she planned on continuing to patronize the Angry Moose on a regular basis, and he'd said that he often did the same. She hoped they wouldn't run into each other
too
soon, however. She wanted to be able to expand her horizons with a wide variety of men in the coming weeks, and that might be a little awkward with one of her past lovers around.
Two weeks; she had the house all to herself for two weeks. Her father had taken a much-needed vacation from work, fulfilling his own longstanding desire to visit the Maritimes and granting her birthday wish for a taste of independence in one fell swoop. He'd always been good at multi-tasking (an essential skill for any parent, particularly a single one.)
After leaving Pete's place, she'd walked the short distance back to the bar, picked up her father's car, and driven home. She'd spent most of the preceding day (not to mention the several days beforehand) in a state of heightened excitement, and after finally achieving release had found herself quite exhausted. She'd drifted off into any easy, satisfied sleep shortly after arriving home, and woke early the next morning feeling thoroughly rested.
She silently stretched her limbs and got up out of bed, walking across the room without bothering to cover up her petite, naked body. She pushed up the window and leaned forward, bringing her crossed arms to rest on the sill. She felt her nipples harden in the fresh morning air. Her bedroom window faced the backyard, so it was unlikely that anyone would see her. Although, to be honest, she didn't particularly care if anyone did. In fact, there was at least one person who she hoped might look up at this very moment, catching a glimpse of young body in the window...
And so, inevitably, her thoughts returned once more to Grant McNeil. The devastatingly handsome fifty-three-year-old widower who lived next door. The man who had been the star of her wildest fantasies for as long as she'd
had
fantasies.
When she'd decided to dedicate her first weeks of adulthood to sexual encounters with older men, he'd been her ultimate goal. Her white whale. She had no idea if it would ever happen—if he'd be interested, if she'd ever work up the nerve to try to bring her dreams to life, so many ifs—but it was, in essence, the motivation behind the whole affair. To sleep with enough men, to gain enough experience, to become the sort of lover who could impress Grant McNeil. And to make him hers.
It probably wouldn't happen. She knew that. But just the thought of it made her go weak. She shivered and turned from the window, withdrawing back into the house. It was immediately clear that if she hoped to be able to focus on getting anything done today, she would need to take care of some things first.
She lay back down on the bed and reached a hand in between her legs. She was already getting quite wet. It was astonishing how quickly that would happen when she turned her thoughts to her neighbour. She gasped as she began to rub circles around her clit, picturing him in the room with her. His strong-jawed, silver-haired face above her, his thick arms on either side of her, his muscular frame thrusting itself into her, claiming her teenage body as his own.
It wasn't long before she felt an orgasm exploding through her; she let out a small scream as she clenched her legs together, arching her back and then collapsing down onto the sheets, breathing heavily. Maybe such a fantasy would never happen in real life, it was true. But after last night, it felt more attainable than it ever had before. With a renewed focus, she got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom, ready to shower and begin her day.
***
In truth, she had very few real responsibilities to attend to. She didn't have a job. She wasn't planning on starting university in September, instead opting to spend the next year working, saving some money and figuring out more definitively what she wanted the next chapter in her life to be. The plan had always been to take a couple of weeks off after high school, though, to relax and enjoy herself a little before beginning the hunt for gainful employment. Her father's two-week vacation had only solidified those plans. She didn't want anything to interfere with her man-hunting during the time she was alone.
That didn't mean she intended to spend every minute of every day trying to get laid, of course. In fact, she figured she would probably take things easy for most of the day, then return to the Moose in the evening to see if she could score another guy.
So she spent most of the day in a leisurely fashion, reading in the morning, then making herself lunch, then calling up her two best girlfriends, Daisy Choi and Mary Gilder, inviting them over to spend the afternoon.
"So, how was your trip to the Moose last night, eh?" asked Daisy as she sat down on the living room couch. "Was legal beer all it's cracked up to be? Or is it just not the same now that it's no longer illicit?" Amy had to laugh at that.
"Oh, I had a pretty good time. In fact, I think I might go back tonight."
"Alone again?" said Mary. "What is it they got that's so great over there?"
"I don't know," said Amy, "I just enjoy the crowd. Seeing who's there, what they're doing, what they're talking about. People watching, y'know?" Amy wasn't quite ready to confide the true reasons for her visits. She loved Mary and Daisy dearly, and hoped to some day be able to give them the full story. But for now, it was all too new. She needed establish herself a little more, to have enough confidence in her new self to be able to admit it to them.
"Well, if people is what you're looking for, wait till you here this," said Daisy. "Luke Nixon's having a big party at his place this Friday night. Sounds like a whole bunch of people from school will be there. You guys in to go? It should be pretty great."
"Hmm, I don't know," said Amy, "that does sound like fun, but there's lots of other stuff I was hoping to do in the evenings this week..."
"Oh, what," said Daisy, "like hanging out alone at a bar? When did you turn into a middle-aged man? Come on! This could be your last chance to, I don't know, bang a football player or something. These are essential high school experiences you're missing out on!"
"I know, I know," said Amy, "and I promise that later on this summer the three of us will have a ton of fun together. But these two weeks, with my dad gone, it's just... different. I can't really explain it right now, there's just some stuff that I really gotta do. For my own sake. Stuff that I've been wanting to do forever.
Needing
to do. Important stuff."
"Wow," said Mary, "that's... a lot to hear. Definitely not what I expected. But hey, if what you're getting up to is so important, then you should do it. I don't want to get in your way."
"I just wish you'd tell us a little more specifically what it
is
that you're getting up to!" said Daisy.
"I will, soon, I promise," said Amy. "But, till then, I guess you guys'll have the football players all to yourselves at Luke's party. I'm sure you'll be able to keep them entertained."
"Oh, I don't know," said Mary, "I'm sure they're all starting to get bored of getting head from Daisy at this point, it happens so often..."
Daisy threw a pillow at her head, and all three of them collapsed into laughter.
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