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"Amy Visits for the Summer"

Part 4 of 4

by SlowHand

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I woke up the following morning later than usual, a bit surprised the  boys had been quiet enough to allow me to sleep as long as I did. I  had a dull headache from the tequila, but fortunately I'd grown weary of  drinking early enough in the evening to avoid a massive hangover. From  the fuzzy picture swimming around in my head, I didn't figure Sarah would  be so lucky. I looked for Amy but she was nowhere to be found. I must  have been dead to the world, as I never heard her get up and leave.

I dressed in the walk-in closet and made my way quietly out of the  bedroom. As I squeezed the door shut silently, I could hear  the distant hum of the television mixed with the occasional clinking of  silverware. I made my way down the stairs to find Amy in the kitchen  busy rinsing off some breakfast dishes.

"Good morning," I managed to grunt as I made my way to the cabinet that held the aspirin, followed by a walk to the pantry that held the coffee cups. Thankfully Amy had thought ahead far enough to start brewing a pot.

"Good morning yourself," she said, flashing me a quick smile. "I take it Sarah's still asleep?"

"You take it right," I said, stumbling to the table. I sat down and rested my head in my hands, praying to the Excedrin Gods that the dull ache would eventually fade. "Where are the boys?" I finally asked.

"They're in the playroom watching TV."

I heard the sound of small footsteps approaching. Michael Jr. bounced in with entirely too much energy. "Hi Daddy," he said, making his way over and wedging a spot on my lap.

"Hey sport."

"Daddy, guess what! Amy surprised us by staying the night!"

His words seemed a decibel or two louder than normal as they rang  through my head. "Yeah, I see that," I replied, stealing a wink at Amy.

"Yeah, and she made us breakfast and she said since she would be leaving soon she would take us to the movies today."

"Amy, you don't have to do that," I said.

"Oh, that's okay, I figured you and Sarah might like a little quiet time." She turned to Michael Jr. "Okay, do you think you can get yourself and your brother dressed all on your own? I laid out your clothes already. If you both can get dressed all by yourselves and make it back down here WITHOUT waking up your Mom you'll each get your very own popcorn."

Like muffled lightning he disappeared, first to the playroom, then  moments later up the stairs dragging his younger brother in tow. I got  up and moved to lean against the counter as Amy finished loading the  dishes into the dishwasher. She was definitely busy, but I also sensed  she was keeping herself that way to avoid any eye contact with me.  Awkwardness was certainly understandable. A lot had happened in the  last twenty-four hours. A lot that I didn't expect and I'm sure more  than Amy anticipated.

"Did you sleep okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, pretty good, and you?" she replied without looking up.

"Pretty good." A pause hung between us. "Amy?"

"Yes," she replied, still arranging and rearranging the last few dishes.

I reached out and touched her arm, forcing her to stop what she was doing and turn to me. "Are you okay with everything? We might as well be honest and talk about  what happened last night."

She got quiet for a moment, then leaned against the counter and crossed  her arms, staring at me with those brown eyes of hers. "Are YOU okay with everything, Mike?"

"You're not supposed to answer my question with a question," I smiled.   

"Answer me . . . then I'll answer you," she grinned in return.

"Okay -- well, first thing, I was surprised. I wish you would have told  me about you and Sarah earlier."

"I tried Mike, I really did. I just couldn't find the words."

"I understand." There was more silence between us. "Yes Amy, I'm fine with everything. Actually, it was a pretty incredible night if you want my honest opinion. I wish all Sarah's stuffed shirt parties were that much fun," and I nudged her.  

She laughed. "Yeah, it was pretty wonderful for me too and something  I'll never forget . . .."

"But?" I asked, leaning forward as her words trailed off.

"But . . . I'm just worried about what Sarah will say."

I felt a warm sense of relief wash over me. I couldn't have lived with myself if she would have said she regretted what had happened.

"Well, since we're being honest, I'm a little interested in what Sarah will say myself."

"I'm just worried what happened will affect our friendship in some way," she said with a concerned look.

"Oh Amy, I wouldn't worry about that. If anything, she'll just ignore  it and pretend it never happened."

"You think?"

"Yeah, or you two will run away together to some exotic island and I'll  have to take up a job as a male stripper just to feed the boys and make ends meet."

"Keep your day job as a backup plan, Mike," she said with a wink.

I turned to see the boys tip-toeing down the stairs. Something was  wrong with that picture. They're never that quiet, even when there's  popcorn on the line. Then I saw Sarah making her way down behind them,  a tight grip on the banister railing for support. The expression on her  face made clear that she had seen better mornings.

"Good morning sweetheart," I said in my most syrupy of voices.

"Don't talk so goddamn loud," she said, moving to the table and taking  the seat I was originally sitting in.

"Did the boys wake you?" Amy asked in a concerned voice.

"No, they didn't wake me, I was getting up already."

"Amy is going to take the boys to the movies -- so we can rest," I said.

Sarah looked up at Amy with bloodshot eyes, squinting to focus. "Amy,  you don't have to do that."

"I want to do it. I mean, if you don't mind."

"Mind?" Sarah said, shaking her head. "No, I don't mind. I just didn't know if you would feel up to it."

"I feel fine," Amy said with a grin. "I didn't have as much to drink  last night as you two lushes."

The boys moved to Amy and stood at attention, their signal they were  ready to go. The only thing wrong was that both of them had their shoes  on the wrong feet.

"Close, guys," Amy said with a smile. "Swap your shoes and we're outta  here. I still need to go by my Mom's house and change."

The boys scurried off into the living room. I reached in my wallet and  forced Amy to take a twenty to cover the cost of the movie and snacks.  She was on her way out when Sarah, using her God given Partner instincts, stopped her. "Amy?"

"Yes?" she replied with hesitance.

"I had a lot of fun last night," Sarah said with a sincere smile.  "Thank you for everything."

You could almost see the weight being lifted from Amy's shoulders. She  made her way back over and gave Sarah a gentle kiss on the cheek. "So  did I," she whispered.

She made her way over to me and reached up to my shoulders, making me  lean down far enough to kiss me on the cheek before making her way into  the living room where the boys were waiting, and not so patiently I  might add. I stood sipping my coffee and staring at Sarah as we listened  to the front door close.

"Mike?" she said to me.

"Yeah?"

"What the hell happened last night?"

I made my way over to the table and sat down across from her. "Well,  how much do you remember?"

"It was a rhetorical question, Michael, I remember everything. I mean,  what the hell were we thinking about?"

"The moment?" I responded with a shrug of my shoulders. I honestly  wasn't sure how I was supposed to answer a question like that.

"I wonder what Amy's thinking right now?" Sarah added.

"Well, that's probably the funny part."

"How so?"

"You're worried about what Amy's thinking and she's worried about what  you're thinking."

"I don't get it."

"She's fine with it Sarah. I already discussed it with her and she told me she had a great time. If anything, she's worried you're weirded out by the whole thing."

"Well, you have to admit Mike, the whole thing was pretty weird."

"Yeah, can't deny that one," I said as I got up to go refill my cup.

"You want to know the weirdest part?" she added.

"What?"   She paused, staring out the sliding glass doors at the party mess in the  backyard. "I can't remember the last time I was as turned on as when  you were holding me and she was going down on me. It was like I was in  some other world; a world where I had the best of both of you at that  very moment." She paused before turning to me. "I mean, if you or  anybody else would have asked me ahead of time if I was interested in an  experience like that I would have said 'no way'. But last night, the  whole thing -- wow."

I just stood staring at her with what must have been a silly smirk on my  face.

"I'm not a lesbian, Mike."

"I didn't say you were, Sarah," I said laughing out loud.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Just you, just that whole night -- it was so bizarre."

"It was bizarre," she said thoughtfully. "Can I ask you something, Mike, and you'll give me an honest answer?"

I looked across to her, realizing I couldn't remember the last time we  had talked this intimately. Usually any discussion was over a case or  some lawyer gossip.

"You can ask me anything and I'll give you an honest answer, Sarah, you  know that." I prayed silently that she wouldn't ask me if I had been  with Amy before last night.

"Did it bother you that I let Amy do those things to me?"

I thought for a moment. "I could ask you the same thing."

"Michael, my head hurts. Just answer the fucking question."

"Is that what you say to jurors?" I smirked. She didn't even smile in  return. "What I mean is, dear, did it bother YOU? You stood right there  and watched Amy give me a blowjob. Even though you're hung over now,  you weren't THAT drunk last night."

"No, I wasn't." She looked up at me and thought for a moment. "No  Mike, it didn't bother me, and I don't know why. I mean, an outsider  looking in might say it's because our relationship isn't what it used to  be. I think we both can admit that it hasn't been the same for some  time. But actually, I feel like it's just the opposite. I felt closer  to you last night than I've felt in years. I mean, if it was anybody but Amy doing it to you, or anybody else there with us, I know I would have felt differently. You know what I mean?"

I thought for a moment about what she said and realized she was right.  "Yeah, I do know Sarah, and while I can't explain it, I felt the same  way. And no, it didn't bother me in the least watching you and Amy. If  you'll remember, I was keeping myself plenty busy."

"I remember," she smiled.

I got up from the chair and went to her, helping her up and holding her  in my arms. I stroked her hair, and gently kissed her forehead and  basked in the feeling of her body against mine.

"I'm really proud of you for making Partner."

"Thank you," she whispered in a muffled voice, her face pressed against my chest. "I couldn't have done it without you and all the support  you've provided. I know it hasn't been easy for you." She looked up at  me. "I love you, Mike."

"I love you too, Sarah," I whispered, gently kissing her and pulling her close again.

"Mike?"

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"You don't think you're going to do anything with that hard-on you're  pressing against me, do you? My head is going to explode and I'm going  back to bed -- and alone, I might add."

"Tonight, maybe?" I chuckled out loud.

"We'll see," and she started back up the stairs before pausing and  turning to me. "Think Amy's free?" she added with a sinister grin.

"Could be," I replied, reading exactly what she had in her mind.

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As it turned out, we never got around to asking Amy if she was free that  night. Without even talking about it we both knew we wanted to spend it  alone. We talked more about the night of the party, about where our  marriage stood, and about what seemed like the 'empty years'; the years  we both spent climbing our respective career ladders paying attention  to everything but our waning marriage.

During our discussions I never asked Sarah about the affair between her  and Amy. Also, I'm sure when she saw me kiss Amy in that first moment  of passion on the couch, she saw a familiarity between us that wasn't  coincidental. Yet she was careful not to bring that up either. I  suppose both of us realized, without even acknowledging it, that these  were subjects best left undiscovered, knowing that affairs without the  other present would not have been the same. Instead we focused on the  future, not on the missing pieces of our marriage we now considered a  thing of the past.

We must have talked until after midnight, reminiscing and laughing about  some of the silly times, even crying about some of the sad times, and  ending our night with some of the most passionate, intimate sex I can  ever remember us having. Afterwards, as we lay there, her snuggled  safely in my arms, we talked again about how much we enjoyed the night  we shared with Amy and agreed that if the mood was right again in the  future, we might repeat the experience. However, it wasn't going to be  something we were going to plan and we certainly weren't going to be  making any permanent lifestyle changes to become swingers. As it  turned out, the mood did surface again and we seized it, sharing our bed  with Amy one last time before she left to return to her Father's home in a shared intimacy even more enjoyable than the night of the party.

It was a few weeks later on a Saturday afternoon that Sarah had just returned with the boys from a showing of the latest Disney animated adventure. I was sitting down to do some quick research on the net for a report I was developing for work, after which I would settle down for a well-deserved nap. The computer booted, I engaged and heard the whine of the modem, and waited for the connection to cyberspace.

A moment passed and the little box appeared telling me I was indeed  connected, followed within a few seconds by the small mailbox icon  flashing to tell me I had mail. I had noticed something almost Pavlovian about a blinking mailbox icon; a subtle sense of giddiness  overtake me knowing there was an incoming message waiting to be read.

I double-clicked on the icon and the email program popped up. The  message header read "I Miss YOU!" with the author none other than  Amy. Seeing her name I realized I missed her too. I opened the message  and began to read.

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Dear Sarah and Mike,

Well, I made it home to Dad's safe and sound. School started this week  and things are pretty busy, meeting the new instructors and all.  They're all okay, but I'll be glad when this semester is over. I'm  probably even more impatient, with this being my senior year and all. I've  already started planning for college and just want to get on with it.

I bumped into Rick yesterday. He told me he and his bimbo bitch girlfriend Debbie had split up. Too bad, so sad, is all I have to say. He actually had the nerve to ask me out on a date! Can you believe that? MEN!!!! LOL.

If I thought his intentions where honest I might consider it, but the entire time we were talking he just kept looking at my boobs. I finally  asked him if he had anything against eye contact and he said 'no', it  was just it had been so long since he had seen me, he had almost  forgotten how much he 'missed me'. Yeah, right!

I already miss the boys terribly. How are they doing? Be sure and give  them both a great big hug for me. I'm putting together a package for  each of them. Just some things I spotted while out shopping the other day that I'm sure they'll like.

Of course, I miss both of you terribly. I hope to call you this  weekend. I won't ever forget this summer vacation and all the fabulous  times we had <BIG GRIN>.

My best friend Stephanie is thinking about going to college in  Clarksdale, right outside your town. I'm not sure where I'll go yet.  She's planning a trip back there towards the end of this year, and asked  if I wanted to go. Hey, maybe we could stop by and see you? I think  you would both really like her. She's my best friend in the whole world  and like a sister to me.

Well, I better get moving, but promised I would write when I got  settled, so that's what I'm doing. You better write me back!

Hugs and I miss you!

Amy 

xOxOxO

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I was half way through reading when I heard Sarah walking down the hall  and past the home office. "Whatcha doing in there?" I heard her ask as she passed by.

"Oh, we just got an email from Amy."

"Yeah? What did she have to say?"

"See for yourself."

"I will, just a minute."

I continued reading. "She says school is going fine," I called out.

"Did she get all her classes?" Sarah called back.

"Doesn't say, but she does mention that her instructors are okay."

Sarah entered the room and stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders as  she read the email on the screen.

"God, I miss that girl," she sighed.

"Yeah, me too. You want to reply to her or should I?"

"I'll do it later. I think I'll send her a thank you note."

"A thank you note?"

"Yeah, a thank you note. In a way, I think her visit was what brought  us closer together, don't you?"

I placed my hands on top of hers. "Well, whatever it was, I'm glad we are closer."

"Me too," she whispered, leaning down and kissing me gently on the cheek.

"Did you guys have fun at the movies?" I asked over my shoulder, pulling  up the browser to start the research I had logged on to do.

"Yeah, it was fun. They had both already seen it before, but you know  the boys. If they like it they'll watch it a hundred times and still  have fun."

I laughed. "Yep, know that well."

Her hands were squeezing and massaging my shoulders. Her touch felt good.

"Where are they now?" I asked as I closed my eyes, bathing in the  sensation of her driving the stress from my body with her strong grip.

"Down for a nap," I heard her whisper.

Suddenly I sensed it. It started with a change in the tempo of her  breathing -- a little heavier and slightly faster than usual. Then there  was the unmistakable graze of her bare nipple against the hairline of my  neck.

"Sarah?" I asked suspiciously.

"Yes Michael?" she responded, her hands loosening the top buttons of my shirt as she pulled back the collar allowing her fingers to dig deep into  the flesh of my neck.

"What are you wearing?" I asked with a giggle.

She spun me around in my swivel desk chair to face her. "Why, the same thing I was wearing the day I was born, Michael," she  replied, returning my smile. "Do you like it?"

I looked at her standing in front of me, entirely nude, and overflowing  with sensuality. Behind her there was the pile of clothes she was wearing before she snuck up on me. That explained what she was doing in the hall.

"Uh, huh. I do like it . . . but where are the boys?"

"Told ya . . . they're down for their nap. They wouldn't dare get up now. It's just you and me, big boy. Any ideas on what we can do?"

"Uh -- collaborate on that thank you note to Amy?"

"I had in mind another form of collaboration," she whispered  seductively, lacing her feet through inside the armchairs and straddling  her nude form across my lap. "The thank you note can wait."

"Yes it can," I replied with a lustful grin. "Yes it can."

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