Chapter 1

I came downstairs after my shower to find Amy sitting in the kitchen.

“Howdy Amy.”

“Hey Ken. I made lasagna, you hungry?”

Well, I was. And it sure smelled good too.

“I thought we had an understanding.” I said.

“We can still be friends, can’t we?” she answered, maybe with just a touch of nervousness in her voice.

“Sure, of course we can.”

She smiled.

Damn, but when Amy smiled, a man just couldn’t help but smile back. I got a couple of plates and sat down at the table while she uncovered the baking dish she’d brought from next door.

“I think I’ll go back to Europe next month.” She said.

“Your folks were sure hoping you’d stay on at the farm.” I said.

“I know; and I’d like that too, but there’s just nothing going on around here for me. No jobs to be had in these parts.”

“I suppose. Say, this is really tasty. Did you make this or did your mom?”

“I made it. Mom’s in town today, Dad’s working on the north fence.”

“Well it’s real good of you to come by. I was afraid you’d be mad at me.”

“I was at first ... anyway, you made your decision. I just thought we could have some fun, you know, fool around without getting too serious.”

“It’s just the age thing Amy ... it’s too weird. I was friends with your parents before you were born.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m only 23, you’re 49, it would never work. Say, I’d like your opinion on something though.”

“What’s that Amy?”

She stood up and stepped back a couple of steps, then put her fingers on her shoulders and pulled her dress open, letting it fall away, pulling it down until it fell around her ankles.

“My mom says if I wear something like this, no man could refuse me.” Amy said.

She was wearing a garter belt and stockings, high heels and a half bra that let her nipples stand free, like a girl from one of those magazines I sometimes used to buy.

“Do you think she’s right?” Amy said, turning around real slow as my eyes stood out on stalks, glued to her delicious young body.

Amy is tall and blond, with a strong wide back and long sturdy legs. Her breasts are generous [but not as huge as some of those magazine girls] and firm. Her hair could never be tamed though; no matter how she tried, that yellow hair of hers was defiant. It would break loose and tangle up again, no matter how tight she tried to tie it up.

My dick was pulsing in my jeans, trying to take control of me. I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t have sex with the girl again, that it wasn’t right for either of us. But holy shit, I couldn’t find those words just then.

“Was the food ok?” She asked, as though that would matter.

“It sure was.”

“Mom says the way to a man’s heart is though his stomach.”

Elisa might have been right, but there were other ways too, at least for girls built like Amy.

She lifted one long leg up over me, and squeezed in between me and the table, setting herself down on my lap facing me, her big breasts just under my chin as she wrapped her arms around my head, running her fingers lazily though my hair.

“Jesus, Amy; I’m just an old man, why do you want me when you could have just about anyone?”

“You’re here, you’re dear, and you’re not queer!” she laughed, “Come on, Ken, at least we can have fun while I’m here, can’t we?”

My cock was screaming to be let out, the weight of her thighs was against my swollen rod. I tilted my head back and let her kiss me. Elisa was right, as usual. No man could refuse her daughter.

Amy was close with my wife as she grew up. She used to come by and hang around after school, and often she’d stay for dinner.

Helen died in a car accident when Amy was 17. Helen was pregnant with what would have been our first, and I was devastated. Hell, the whole town was. Amy stayed with me for a few weeks, making sure I ate and so on. Soon after that, she went to Europe for a month, and just stayed there. She’d been home a few times for visits, and always stopped by my place to say hello.

But this time it had been different.

“You going to that do at the church tonight Ken?” she’d asked me.

“I don’t think so.” I said, “What about you? Thought about checking out the local girls?”

“Yuck, I don’t think so. I’ve had enough of that for a while.”

“Well I’ll go if you will.” I said.

Amy was wearing a tight wrap around dress that night, the first time I’d ever seen her dressed very femininely. Amy typically wore jeans and loose shirts.

She flirted with the local boys, most of whom she knew from school but hadn’t seen for a while.

I danced with Ruth from the post office, but that was never going to happen.

Amy danced with some of the lads, and of course they were hot for her; just back from Europe and all. They didn’t know about her being lesbian, we kept that in the family.

I drove Amy home, but when I stopped at her place, she asked if I had any coffee at mine.

I tell you, I was so thick, I thought she wanted to borrow some grounds to use the next morning.

We had coffee and talked until late.

She told me about her girlfriend, a Spanish actress. “I just fell in love with someone, and it happened to be a woman.” She said.

I told her how I hadn’t been with anyone since Helen had passed on.

I don’t know who instigated that first kiss; it was like we just pulled together through some force from outside ourselves.

We’d both had a few drinks; maybe a few too many. Amy was my friend, and the daughter of friends. Christ, when we were kids ourselves, I’d even had a thing with her mother for a short time! I had to stop, disengage.

But she felt so good in my arms; her body so warm and healthy, her lips pliant and willing. It had been so long since I’d known pleasure, since I’d felt the comfort of a woman’s love. Amy knew me, she knew me as well as any person alive. She was an adult now; she was able to decide for herself what she wanted.

She pulled away from me suddenly, and stood up.

Silently, I thanked god for removing this temptation from me, because I had nowhere near the strength to resist it. She’d realized that she was kissing an old man, her friend and neighbor.

But the girl reached behind her back to release the knot that held her dress together. It fell, unwinding across her front on its way to the floor. I stared at her helplessly as her bra dropped away, and then ... she even pushed her panties down her thighs.

Amy wasn’t a woman, she was a goddess.

Her skin was evenly tanned to a light gold hue, even her breasts and buttocks. They don’t wear much in the way of clothing on those Mediterranean beaches. I never been there, but you hear things.

She looked at me and smiled nervously. She was naked in my house, this girl I thought I knew so well. This gorgeous temptress.

I just sat there in my half drunk haze, like a frog in the road watching a truck coming, as she came back to the sofa and sat down next to me again. We put our arms around each other, I ran my hands over her smooth warm flesh as we kissed, the sensation of her driving me wild in a way I hadn’t know is so many long lonely years. I inhaled her, the musky scent of unwashed girl sweat sweet in my nostrils.

It wasn’t that there were no women where we lived, or that none were willing; but I’d only really just gotten over the death of my wife to the point that I might be ready to try again. And to tell the truth, there weren’t a lot of attractive ladies clamoring to become a farmer’s wife.

Amy was young and impatient. Her fingers were working at my belt buckle. That was probably a good thing, because I couldn’t quite bring myself to do it, even though we’d crossed the point of no return already. I mean, after a lady strips off and climbs into a man’s arms, it would be just about the worst insult imaginable to deny her, wouldn’t it?

I played with her breasts as she unbuttoned my shirt and opened my jeans. They sure were nice; not too big, but plenty big enough. Full firm breasts, the breasts of a fit young woman, a fertile woman. More woman than I could hope to keep, that was for sure.

Then her hands were on my cock.

Holy shit, I’d forgotten what that was like. My head nearly came off it was so good; her cool young fingers tickling me, teasing me, holding my rod as our lips and tongues worked together, as my hands stroked her naked body.

Damn, I knew it was wrong! This was Amy, a girl I knew and liked, a girl I respected, my best friend’s daughter! I knew I should send her home, she’d had too much to drink or she’d never be fooling around with her old neighbor.

She started to kiss her way down my chest and belly, and I knew where she was going. I couldn’t stop her, I knew I should, but I couldn’t.

And then Amy, sweet young Amy, the little girl from next door, opened her mouth and slid my stiff dick in.

Oh Christ; I was risking everything, and it was worth it. Her pretty young face, her big blue eyes stared up at me as she sucked on my thing, and I was somewhere between heaven and hell.

And then I remembered Elisa, Amy’s mom ... so many years ago, before she went with Rick, years before Amy was even born. I remembered Amy’s mom sucking my cock, just as Amy was doing now.

The memory spooked me; I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought to myself; if there’s a hell, I’m making a reservation.

You have to understand my situation; Farming is a tough business, and my farm wasn’t quite big enough to be economically viable by itself. I worked it alone, but Amy’s folks and I co-operated so closely, it was almost like our small farms were one big one.

Her dad Rick worked for me every Tuesday all day, and I worked for him all day Thursday in return, every week.

We’d recently bought an abutting spread together, adding a lot of acreage but debt too.

Rick was good with plants; he could spot a parasite or mold problem before anyone else, which meant it could be treated for much less and with less crop loss.

I was good with machinery; I could fix just about anything that broke. Amy’s Ma was good with contracts, research, and getting the best prices for everything. We were a team.

But Rick was a church going man; and his only child, the daughter he loved more than his own life, had my penis in her mouth. It wasn’t only me who’d lose out, we’d all be a lot worse off if our friendship were to break apart.

She didn’t push it in and out like those porno girls [I’m no saint, alright. I’ve seen some of those movies]. She just held the end couple of inches in her mouth and sucked on it, while she held the base of the shaft in one hand and tickled my balls with the other.

I looked into the girl’s eyes, the girl who was almost a daughter to me, whom I’d known since the day she was born; she was so beautiful to look at, and she seemed so happy to be doing what she was doing.

Amy sucked my cock with a joy that her mother hadn’t had. Elisa had been afraid, slightly disgusted even. Amy did it as though she was enjoying it as much as I was, but perhaps without the conflict.

She cradled my balls lovingly, she sucked it in and out, stroking my stiff shaft with her lips and tongue.

“You have a gorgeous cock.” She said at one point, before taking me deep again, wet and hot, sexy and lovely. I wondered how much experience (if any) she had with men. Her parents had been all upset when they found out she was in a relationship with a woman in Spain; before she went away she’d been hanging around with a few local young fellas.

I ran my fingers through her golden hair and looked into her big blue eyes as she sucked on my hard penis with an easy, practiced movement.

Well, it felt so good I never wanted it to end; except my trousers were still around my thighs and I still had my shoes on too.

So I reluctantly pushed her head away and stood up to get my clothes off.