The summer of 2012 was remarkable for two reasons. There was the Olympic Games and the euphoria engendered by that four yearly spectacle of human achievement and then for me, there was Amy. While the former attraction was all over and done with in two weeks - not counting the paras - Amy hung around for a while longer.
I first met Amy in the July. She had got a job working in the café, at a local nature reserve. They did nice home made cakes and it was my habit to stop off there after my weekkly ramble. The café tended to have a large turn over of staff, and there seemed to be a new face nearly every week. Amy was a little different. She was readily identifiable as a student, rather than one of the local girls. It’s hard to put into words how I knew that, but there was something instantly academic about her appearance. Bespectacled and alert, she was cute and attractive with long, dark brown hair. She was somewhere between petite and average height. As it happened she was free when I approached the counter to order my snack. That unmistakeable student accent confirmed my initial impression.
It is my theory that students, especially girls tend to have accents, which migrate towards a centre ground by a process known as accommodation. It was often hard to tell where they were from. Anyway, I gave her my order and I sat down as they weren’t too busy and she said she would bring it over. It’s normal for me to pass the time of day with people, particularly women and I asked how she was going on when she appeared with my coffee and walnut cake. She had just started the day before and was doing two days a week. She proceeded to wipe down some tables, which gave me the opportunity to watch her lovely ass. She was wearing quite tight faded jeans and she had quite a tidy little booty, it has to be said. Her navy blue apron made it difficult to assess her breasts, but they made enough of a disruption through the layers of material to see that she had at least a half decent pair. I left with a smile and a glance in her direction, as I did with whoever had served me and I caught the train home.
At this point in my story, Amy was a bright if inconsequential player. Just another pretty girl, unwittingly teasing the forty something man, craving for some young flesh. It is true, since turning forty I had developed a predeliction for students and twenty somethings. I don’t have a clue why that should be, other than the normal mid life crisis one so often hears about. I assumed as such, although I had no idea what the symptoms of mid life crisis were. I didn’t feel like I was amid any crisis. I had a decent job, my own home, a car. I kept myself fit. It just happened that I had become chronologically greater than my sexual aspirations.
The odd thing is, that when I was younger, in my teens and twenties I would always chase older women. I lost my virginity at seventeen to a girl of twenty four. When I was twenty nine, I dated a French woman of forty eight. There was the occasional girl of my own age inbetween, but I was far from the serial dater. I wasn’t even that sexually active. I had one long term girl friend in my thirties, if three years is long term and she was a few years older than me too. I think I must have become single again at a critical time in my life. Still young enough to be as randy as a bull but old enough to not be a plausible catch to the kind of girls I wanted to date. I had a thing about students. I suspect I had developed an image in my mind of the carefree, sexually experimental, rampant hormone driven lovelies that might not be borne out in reality. It was those lovely, short denim skirts and the tights or pantyhose for any Anerican readers. In the summer it was the same kind of hosiery or bare legs and short, frayed denim hot pants. It was one of the debits of living in a university town that one had to endure such things. Eye candy a plenty, but equally bucket loads of frustration.
When I first laid eyes on Amy I had been a year since splitting with Susan my ex, the one who I had dated for three years. I decided to go back to the reserve, where I had begun to survey a particular family of flowers and gambled that Amy would be there again. Not that it was important, but it added a little extra spice to my day, if only for a some pleasant fantasizing. As it happened I hit lucky with Tuesday, which was my day off, in lieu of Sunday. She greeted me with a friendly, “Hello again!” as I stood at the counter. I had deliberately fumbled with my change, so as not to attract the attention of her chivvy colleague, leaving the student to serve me.
“We must stop meeting like this!” I said.
“Yes, do you come here a lot then?” She said.
“About once a week, I’m a bit of an amateur botanist.”
“Oh, I’m studying biology.”
“Ah cool. You’re not local, how come you haven’t gone home?”
“My parents are in Corsica. I’ve an auntie nearby. Anyway, what can I get you/”
“Oh yes, just a cappucino and that cake there,” I said, pointing to a messy peanut butter cake or something.
Amy was in a darker pair of jeans this time and when she turned, I could make out the outline of her breasts through the gap in her apron. I say apron, but I suppose it was a pinafore. I always get those mixed up. Suffice to say, she had very nice looking boobs. They looked ample but proportionate. She was an all round, cute little package without any hint of Daddy’s girl snootiness, which I’ve occasionally been aware of sitting near her compatriots on the train. To my surprise and delight she came and sat on the table next to mine, when it was time for her break. There were a few people in, but there were still lots of spare tables and she could have sat anywhere. She had taken her pinafore off and I was able to see her in all her glory, as it were. Her hair was rather long, though not quite to her waist. She had it long at the back and at the sides it was held away from her face by two hair grips. Her T shirt was a kind of speckled, grey-cobalt blue. She had nice slim girlie arms and her aforementioned boobs were hard to ignore. All in all she was pretty hot, but in a girl next door sort of way. She didn’t have a flirtatious demeanour and yet if she had, with her awesome ass and those exquisite tits she would have been a sex bomb. I like her the way she was though. Self-effacing, I suppose you would say. Sexy without trying.
A week later, I would be fucking the shit out of her.
So how did I manage that? I hear you ask.
First things first. I asked casually what year at university she was in. The third year she said. I suppose that made her about twenty. ‘Just right,’ I thought. I suppose eighteen is fantastic and everything, but I do think a girl benefits from a little life experience. I had a niece who was eighteen in any case and well, it was just a bit too young. That’s not to say I would flatly turn someone down of that age. I mean, one wouldn’t but anyway, Amy was twenty. She was quite interested in my hobby and had done some essays in hybridization in trees. Having a common interest was good as it turned out, but at this point we were just chatting.
Amy had the best hazel green eyes I had seen and such a cute nose. It’s very important that. Girls have to have a cute nose, don’t you think? Maybe it’s just in the eye of the beholder. She finished her break and I decided to do another circuit of the reserve and also check out some orchids, which I had seen in 2011 and night be flowering again. In the end I walked miles, as far as an old lock on the border with the next county and it was tea time when I came back. The café was just closing and I bumped into Amy at the end of the path.
“Hi, you off then?” I asked.
“Yes, just finished.”
“How do you get home?”
“On the train.”
I had brought my car as it happened as I had to drop some stuff off at my sister’s.
“I can give you a lift home if you like?”
“Oh, if it’s no trouble?”
“No, it’ll save you some time and it looks like it’s going to chuck it down, looking at those clouds.”
It did look very threatening and it was five or six minutes walk to the station.
Amy belted up and I took the road over the level crossing with my young companion seated there with a contented look on her face.
“I like the traain, but nothing like just going from A to B.”
“I know. I still haven’t passed my test. Shocking really!”
“Well, I wasn’t driving till I was thirty!”
“Oh, there’s hope for me yet then?”
“Yes. Sorry, I’m Mike by the way,” I said, as we pulled up at some lights.
“Oh yes, I’m Amy.”
“Amy. Lovely name.”
“Thank you.”
“So, do you live far out or…?”
“Oh town will be OK.”
“You sure? It’s no trouble.”
“Oh well OK. It’s Ambleton road, just past the big Co-op.”
“I know it. You’re only about a mile from me.”
“Ah OK! That’s not bad then.”
“Yes, it’s cool. You off out later?”
“No, all my friends have gone home for summer. I spend most of my time sleeping, reading and working at the café.”
“Well, at leat you’re not blowing it in like most students.”
“Nothing to blow in!”
“Really?”
“All the books and everything. At least I don’t have to pay rent with my aunt.”
“Student loans. I didn’t have that, in my day.”
“You’re lucky. It’s just ridiculous, what we have to pay!”
“I know, well I wouldn’t be a student now. Apart from the girls! Oops sorry. Didn’t mean to…”
“Ah no… it’s fine. I know, you’re all right.”
“Sorry, just me being a bloke.”
Amy was clearly comfortable with me, which was good and I dropped her off and waited for her to let herself in, which gave me the excuse to watch her superb ass, as she walked up her garden path. What I wouldn’t give to sink my teeth into those juicy ass cheeks! It was with such naughty thoughts that I sped off, bypassing my own house to drop the stuff at my sister’s and I ended up staying for tea with her and my niece.
I thought about Amy that night and pleasured myself with thoughts of taking her doggy style in the café when everyone else had gone home. I could imagine those gorgeous ass cheeks quivering as I banged her for all I was worth. I must have been more worked up than I thought and came quite quickly. Then it occurred to me that I held the answer to both our problems. It was totally inappropriate and not something that I had ever considered before, but then I thought, ‘Why not?!’ She was skint and I wanted a young fuck buddy to use to my heart’s content.
I went over the scenarios in my mind, and wondered if I dared go through with it. She might have a boyfriend, although I distinctly had the impression that she didn’t. In my experience, girls can’t go half an hour without dropping out the B word. Often it bares no relation to the the topic of conversation, but they do it as a kind of insurance against unwanted advances. Amy had had ample opportunity. I was confident she was single. My main concern was what would be a realistic sum, assuming I went through with my indecent proposal. It had to be affordable from my point of view, but given that Amy was quality, I was prepared to make it worth her while. It had to be enough, partly to not make my offer derisory and in order for her to seriously consider not turning me down.
Assuming the price was right, I could still seriously mess the whole thing up, if I didn’t handle it right. Knowing women, it can be a lottery as to whether you catch them at the right minute. If I lit the blue touch paper at the wrong moment it might go badly. Amy though seemed quite chilled. I think the worse that could have happened was that she would have turned me down politely and we would probably laugh about a week later. Except it didn’t go like that. It went well. Very well.
So, the following Saturday I took my normal route in the morning. I took some photos of the flowers I was studying and even saw a Kingfisher. It was lovely. A brilliant turquoise gem as it darted down the river and then a vivid orange one as it came back the other way. Such a tropical looking bird for the UK. I was in a good mood when I took my midday break. I was worried Amy hadn’t come in for a minute, but she had just nipped into the kitchen and she smiled when she saw me. That kind, sweet smile. Those eyes, so bright and honest. It was still her hair I loved the best though. I mean, apart from the obvious, her hair was great. So long and feminine.
“Hi Mike.”
“Hi Amy, how are you?”
“Fine. Thanks for the lift the other night.”
“That’s OK. Any time.”
“What will you be having?”
“The usual.”
“Ah an Americano and…”
“No, a cappucino.”
“Yes! Sorry!”
“That’s OK babe.”
She looked at me coyly. I didn’t mean to say babe, it just came out.
“Have you spotted any interesting flowers?” She asked.
“Still logging the Compositae. It’s a nightmare of a family. So many different species.”
“Compositae? Which one’s that?”
“Dandelions and all those with lots of little petals.”
“Oh. Dandelions. I’ve got a few of those in my garden. There you go, that’s two pounds please.”
“OK. Ummm Amy, do have five minutes, when you have your break. I just wanted to ask you something.”
My heart leapt into my mouth as I set the train in motion.
“Oh. Can’t you ask me now?”
“Not really.”
“Oh I’m fascinated now.”
She looked round at the clock above the Panini maker.
“I’ll be twenty minutes. Can you give me a clue?”
“No. Sorry.”
I sat down with butterflies the size of sparrows fluttering round my stomach. I had gone through any number of ways of saying what I wanted to say. I had fifteen minutes to go and I still hadn’t finalized my strategy. I had been for a hair cut and I had shaved the night before, which meant I looked quite presentable.
I reviewed the photos on my digital camera, mentally logging and identifying the various plants. I had one that I couldn’t quite nail, but might just have been a Rough Hawkbit variant. I looked up and Amy was walking towards me, discarding her pinafore/apron and gave me what I thought was a slightly cheeky smile.
“Shall we go outside?” I suggested.
There were a few wooden picnic tables on a kind of board walk, which over-looked a marsh and meant we would be away from any eaves droppers. My heart was beating quite fast as I threaded my legs through the gap in the table. I still had the option of aborting mission but what alternative could I come up with to cover the secrecy? No, it was all or nothing.
“It’s a lovely day Amy.”
“I know, I might go for a walk later.”
“So, I was just thinking the other day.”
“Yes?”
“When I dropped you off. Well that night really.”
“Yes.”
I drained the remnants of my coffee as I plucked up the courage to get to the point.
“I know it’s a university town and everything. But you’re the first student I’ve actually had anything to… you know, actually talked to.”
“Well, we’re still human. Just!”
“Ha ha yes I know. I didn’t mean that.”
“Are you asking me out Mike?”
“Eh. Well… yes. No. Sort of.”
“It’s OK. I’m just quite happy as I am at the moment. Guys and stuff, I’m not ready for any relationships or anything.”
“OK. Well. Wow! You’ve taken the wind out of my sails a bit.”
“Ah I’m just being honest. I don’t want to string you a long.”
“No. That’s good. Actually like I said. I’m not asking you out.”
“You’re not?”
“No. Not that you’re not lovely and…oh fuck this is tricky now.”
I was really keyed up to popping the question and my modus operandi had become totally unravelled.
“Sorry Mike. You’re actually quite attractive. I just think it would be a bit messy.”
“OK Amy. So just saying. If all the messiness was eliminated. You know. If we could cut to the chase.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean. if we could sort of go out, but not go out and make things, so they were mutually advantageous.”
Amy looked at me and I could tell she didn’t really get my point. Who could blame her? To my relief she smiled and actually laughed a little as she sipped her coffee.
“I’m not making much sense am I? Amy what I’m saying is…I don’t want a relationship. I think there’s a number of reasons why that wouldn’t work. I was thinking more practically. Pragmatically, I suppose.”
“OK, now I’m totally fascinated.”
“The thing is Amy, I really really fancy you. I know there’s the age difference. I get all that.”
“I know you do.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I don’t think age is that big a deal. Anyway you’re fit and everything. You work out don’t you?”
“Six days a week.”
“I can tell from your arms.”
“Yeah, biceps curls and press ups that is. But anyway, I suppose what I’m saying is. What if we had an arrangement.”
“What kind of arrangement?”
“A good one. One where you’re happy and I’m happy and everyone is happy.”
“OK and the arrangement is…?”
“I thought maybe you could come round now and again and I would ease your burden. Economicaly, so to speak.”
“Ah Mike! So what am I worth?”
Amy spoke with a comical tone. After going round the houses, I had reached my destination and she hadn’t thrown her coffee over me.
“It’s not about worth Amy. You’re a lovely, beautiful girl. It’s about reality. I fancy you to bits. But it’s not just that. You’re so down to Earth and intelligent. You’re not just some random student.”
“But how much?”
“I’m not going to insult you Amy. I was thinking two thousand.”
“Wow that’s a lot!”
“It’s not s fortune, but I thought it was a nice round figure.”
“Would you give it me all in one go?”
“Yes. Amy, are you considering this?”
“Yes. I’d be stupid not to consider it.”
“I know it’s unusual, but this way, it’s all cut and dried.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s clean. No messy relationship. No awkward break-ups.”
“Yes. Oh look, I’ve got to get back in a minute.”
“Ah. Well there’s nothing else to say really. Except, I understand if you think it’s wrong or unethical or whatever. I’ll still give you lifts home if you wanted.”
“Ah Mike. I do need to think about it a bit. It’s just so different! I don’t know if I’m shocked or what I am. It would be exciting.”
“It would be very exciting Amy.”
We said ‘cheerio for now’ and I left her to finish her shift and I came back and picked her up at five o’clock. The car park was full when I returned in the evening and there were birdwatchers everywhere. It was some sort of egret and had brought out all the local twitchers. Amy said the café had sold out of cakes. There was no mention of our earlier discussion and we chatted about the news and the Olympic torch relay, which was due to be in town in a week or so.
The thing about the Olympic torch was that it wasn’t meant to go out. Yet each and every night, the flame was transferred to a small lantern and kept locked in a security van or something. That’s a bit bizarre isn’t it. I bet it did go out, looking at the weather during some of the days when it was carried by the torch bearers. Amy thought the torch relay was a good idea but she wasn’t as cynical as me. I couldn’t help myself from imagining what little avenues of naughtiness we might take if she were to take me up on my offer. I had never done it outside. I liked the idea of going back to the reserve after hours and letting her suck me off in one of the bird hides. That would be fun, and there was always the chance of getting caught!
We were five minutes from my house when she actually broached the subject.
“Mike, I thought about our talk earlier.”
“Yes?”
“I’d like to do it!”
“Really?”
“I was just wondering…”
“Yes?”
“Are you into any funny, kinky stuff… because I’m not really.”
“It depends what you call kinky. I don’t want you to stamp on my balls, if that what you mean!”
Amy laughed and laughed at my example of what I considered to be kinky.
“I hadn’t thought of that,” she said.
“I like pretty normal stuff. I do like hold ups and stockings.”
“That’s OK. That’s not kinky. I’ve got some nice lingerie.”
“Ooh good! Would you consider me coming in your mouth too kinky?”
“No. I’ve never done it, but I wouldn’t not do it.”
I pulled up outside her house and we continued to chat for a few minutes, as we had pretty well got to the crux of the matter.
“Can I ask Amy. Have you had many boyfriends?”
“One or two when I was like sixteen and a couple at university. They weren’t boyfriends as such… you know.”
“I’ll wear a condom if you want.”
“Oh, well we can talk about that. I get very wet and… do you want to see?”
Amy’s face had gone quite radiant and her cheeks nice and rosy. She undid the button at the top of her jeans and drew the zip down, revealing her white knickers, which were dotted with tiny pink flowers.
“You want me to touch you?”
“You can if you want. Talking about sex has made me really wet.”
My own arousal had gone from a semi to ninety percent fully up. I slipped my hand inside her panties. She had a soft bed of pubic hair and my fingers rasn through her pubes until I felt the the dry hair become suddenly sticky and then my two longest fingers slipped into her pussy. When she said she was wet she wasn’t making it up. She was soaked. I fingerd her deeply for about a minute and then pulled out and licked my fingers.
“Hmmm…sweet.”
“That felt good,” she said.
She looked at me and smiled. I gave her a soft kiss on her lips. It was a respectful peck more than anything but I looked forward to kissing her properly. We swapped mobile phone numbers and we agreed to meet the next day at mine. I would have her cheque ready and that would be the last time we spoke about the financial side of our arrangement.
This story is already a bit long for an introduction so for the best bit, I’ll continue with the details in part two.