I was planning on painting her room next, and she had asked to help me with it.
We were already taking down pictures and moving furniture from the walls to prep for painting, and Amy could see something was wrong.
“What’s on your mind, Henry?” she asked. “Wondering if I’m going to sneak across to your room again?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said absentmindedly. “Well, no. I mean, yes, but…”
She put a finger to my lips and ki**ed me. “What’s up? You are a world away.”
I took a deep breath, put my hands on her shoulders, and said, “you’d better sit down.”
And so I told her. I told her about her mom asleep topless, and then about her mom coming on to me, and then me fingering her, and finally the blowjob. I skipped over her mother’s tales of depravity, hoping to spare her a little but of insult.
Amy said nothing, just sat on her bed and listened intently until I finished. I was exhausted by my confession, and when I was done she motioned for me to sit down next to her. She leaned in close, and to my surprise, ki**ed me.
“I know, dummy,” she said. I was shocked, and she giggled quietly and ki**ed me again. “I’ve known the whole time.”
“What?” I said.
“I’m sorry for surprising you, making you sweat it out. Although,” she added with a grin, “I was glad to hear you protesting, that you cared enough about me to try and fend her off.”
“You heard?” I said.
“Yup. From up here. All those days I left to run errands? I parked down the street and raced back here. You can get to my window from the ground floor, it’s just a matter of climbing that tree.”
“You spied on us?” I asked, still surprised. “Why?”
“Oh, because I knew my mom, and I knew she’d try something. She’s been acting funny lately. She asked my trumpet teacher if he’s single, and then she’s been eyeing you for weeks.
So I thought I’d check up on her, and sure enough she was at it, trying to seduce you. But I don’t blame you,” she said.
“No, because I didn’t say anything to stop you even though I knew what she was up to, but more important than that because I know it must be hard to fight off of woman like that coming at you. I mean, if I had tits like that…” she said, and trailed off.
“Amy, you don’t think you need to compete, do you?”
“Don’t I?” she asked.
“No, of course not!” I said. “You are way better looking than your mom.”
She paused, and blushed. “Are you serious?”
“Very,” I said. “But it’s not just that. I really like you, Amy. I felt horrible, what I did today. I couldn’t go on another minute without telling you. I knew you’d dump me over it, but I couldn’t lie to you.”
“Oh, I’m not dumping you,” she said. She laughed at my shocked expression. “Really. I’m not even mad. Like I said, I knew what was happening. I’m just glad you like me better.”
“Of course I do!” I said, still surprised she wasn’t angry. I paused, then added, “Are you sure you’re okay with what happened.”
“Sure,” she said. “I’ve been competing with her for years. She’d always try and come on to any guy who ever talked to me. You can’t imagine what it’s like.”
“Well you don’t need to worry about me,” I said.
“I know,” she said, and ki**ed me.
I was expecting to get dumped that afternoon, and I deserved it. Instead, Amy was okay, and actually glad that she had one-upped her mother. And now, still in Amy’s good graces, she was ki**ing me, pulling me closer. I kis*ed her back, unsure of how to reciprocate.
Any doubt I had was erased as Amy reached down and pulled off her shirt. She wore no bra, and I marveled at her br**sts. Though much smaller than her mother, they were pert and perfect.
“You look amazing,” I said.
Bingo. She grinned, and stood up, slipping out of her shorts. Like previous days she wore nothing underneath, and before I could admire her naked form for too long, she knelt down between my legs and started working my belt buckle.
“Amy…” I said
“Shh,” she said back. “Never stop me when I’m determined to do something.”
She already had my d*ck in her hand and was stroking it. I gasped as she took it into her mouth, taking me all the way in.