Chapter 6

I wasn't able to literally establish my "at arms-length" strategy on Saturday. From the time Amy and I got out of my truck, a remodeled '57 Chevy, her hands latched onto my arm like one of the clamps I use when helping Leldon in his wood-working shop. Not that I minded, that much. I would have to be a complete idiot to not appreciate having a pretty girl on my arm.

I was just having trouble with the fact that as we strolled through the museum, she seemingly, somehow, kept getting closer to me. Not only that, the red blouse she was wearing was losing buttons. We were checking out a full-scale model of an Albertosaurus when I noticed the button phenomena. When I had picked her up that morning, and on the two hour drive to the museum, her silk blouse had been buttoned to the neck. When I looked down at her, during our discussion about the giant creature standing in front of us, the top two buttons were gone and I could see a hint of her soft curves.

She grinned at me; her blue eyes filled with innocence that I knew better than to trust, but I wasn't sure what to do. All the talks I had had with Dad about the birds and the bees hadn't covered this. For that matter, it hadn't covered what to do about the situation I'd found myself in with her and the rest of the girls.

And to my consternation, Mom and Dad placed bets like everyone else on which girl I would choose. Mom was steering me toward Tammy Sue by fixing my favorite foods for supper. Dad gave me a brand new tool box to go on the back of the truck, and dropped a hint about Chrissy. He was also giving me tools right and left. They never considered they were bribing me. Leldon thought it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. He always sees anything that Maggie gets me into as the best thing since The Three Stooges. My five older sisters are just as bad.

I decided the best thing to do was try and ignore the button situation. Amy was a big girl and could take care of herself. I was having enough trouble looking out for me.

When we reached the live snakes, she squealed and ended up in my arms. They had betrayed me and opened up to shelter the damsel in distress. While she was crying, "Save me! Save me!" sounding like a girl in an old movie, she was squirming around, pressing her softness into me like she was trying to climb inside my clothes with me. My cock thought this was a mighty fine idea and rose to the occasion.

Suffice to say, by the time we reached the last exhibit, which was on Ancient Egypt, Amy's blouse had popped off all its buttons, giving anyone who happened to look close enough, a view of her black lace bra that barely covered her. I was a nervous wreck, but figured I still had things under control.