Story: Amy   
      
      
       Chapter One - First Time   
      
       Jason was less than enamoured with his current job, but it had been   
   forced upon him by his mother and at least it was only for one night.   
   Jason Bridges a twenty-two year old had finished his studies at Manchester   
   University just that month and had returned to live with his parents in   
   London while he looked for work.  This job suited him as he got to watch TV   
   and eat pizza, although he would have preferred to have been out with his   
   friends in the pub rather than baby-sitting the daughters of his mother's   
   friend.  The younger child, a nine-year-old called Sammy was cute and had   
   spent most of the evening in her room out of the way.  Her sister Amy had   
   turned 13 a couple of months ago and was already beginning to turn into a   
   woman.  Amy had spent the evening downstairs with Jason; he'd been a little   
   annoyed at first that she hadn't wanted to play in her room like Sammy, but   
   since she seemed keen to allow Jason to watch whatever he liked and she   
   didn't make too much noise Jason soon began to like having her there.  She   
   did give him something pretty to look at during the ad breaks at least!   
      
       Around nine-thirty Jason put Sammy to bed, it was fairly easy, just tell   
   her to go to bed and that's that.  No arguments, no fuss, I thought looking   
   after kids was meant to be tough, thought Jason.  When he'd gone back down   
   to the living room he found that Amy had made them both a milkshake and was   
   getting ready to watch a film that was coming on the TV.  The girl had   
   changed clothes as well, Jason noted.  Instead of the stone-washed jeans   
   that had made her arse look so great, Amy now wore a dressing gown and was   
   sat with her bare feet curled under her.  Jason thanked her for the drink,   
   turned out the lights and sat on the end of the sofa to watch the film.   
   Amy stood up from her chair and quietly walked to where Jason was sat.   
   "Can I sit with you please?" She asked nervously.  "This film's scary, I   
   don't wanna sit on my own over there." "No probs," Jason said.  The girl   
   sat down a little closer than Jason had expected, but he said nothing; her   
   tiny warm body felt quite good pressing against him.  As soon as the first   
   scary scene came on Amy grabbed Jason's arm, pulling it around herself she   
   sat shaking as she awaited the next fright.  Jason looked down at the   
   frightened girl shaking in his arms.  Her sudden grabbing of his arm had   
   pulled her dressing gown loose at the front, if only he'd left the lights   
   on he'd have had a nice little view of her little teenage breasts.   
      
       "Don't be scared, Aim." Jason whispered into the girl's ear.  Her hair   
   smelt good as his nose brushed against it; Jason's arm slid down Amy's   
   young body to her thigh and he took her hand in his.  "I'll try not to be,"   
   Amy replied, squeezing Jason's had as she spoke.  Amy cuddled up to Jason   
   with her head against his chest watching the film.  Jason looked down at   
   the tiny body he was cuddling, she looked and felt so good that he could do   
   nothing to prevent the swelling in his pants.  He just hoped that Amy   
   wouldn't notice it.   
      
       Fancying boys was nothing new to Amy, there were a few at school who she   
   liked, even one she'd been out on dates with, and of course there was a   
   wide selection of pop-stars she wanted; but when Jason had walked in the   
   house she'd felt something very different.  As soon as she'd laid eyes on   
   him Amy had wanted to be close to him, within a few moments her knickers   
   had been wet and before her parents had left she'd had to lock herself in   
   the toilet to 'calm' herself down.  Now as she lay in Jason's arms the   
   feeling was stronger and her knickers even wetter and to add to it, she   
   could clearly see a bulge in Jason's trousers just a few inches from where   
   they were holding hands.   
      
       Amy forced a yawn before lowering herself to lay with her head in   
   Jason's lap.  The bulge felt warm against her soft cheek; it was hard, an   
   uncomfortable pillow, so Amy fidgeted, deliberately rubbing her face   
   against the bulge in Jason's trousers.  This was the second time that Amy   
   had felt a man, although she had never actually seen the thing that she   
   knew was causing the bulge that she now rubbed against.  When Amy lay her   
   head in his lap, Jason's arm had naturally moved so that his wrist was on   
   her side with his hand hanging over Amy's belly.  Jason knew that Amy was   
   legally too young for what was happening, but he also knew what she wanted;   
   he couldn't help himself.  Gently slipping his hand between the ends of   
   Amy's dressing gown he felt her soft belly.  The girl squeezed his hand as   
   Jason stroked her stomach with his fingertips, then rolling on to her back   
   she took Jason's hand and moved it to her chest.  Jason kissed her lips   
   once, the second time she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to enter.   
      
       Breasts had been Jason's favourite part of the female body for as long   
   as he could remember, the feel and look of a nice pair could keep him   
   transfixed for hours.  Amy's breasts were still small, barely a handful,   
   but they were smooth and firm as only a teenager can be.  He gently stroked   
   her chest with the tips of two fingers, being sure all the time to avoid   
   touching Amy's nipples, he'd learned a long time ago to recognise the type   
   of girl who would enjoy being played with slowly as opposed to the rarer   
   variety who wanted to be grabbed and enjoyed without ceremony.  Amy was   
   probably still a virgin and no doubt too young to know herself what kind of   
   girl she was; caution seemed the best policy on this occasion.  Jason knew   
   he'd picked the right option when he rubbed Amy's nipple and was rewarded   
   with a quiet sigh that was a mixture of surprise and pleasure.   
      
       Lifting herself up to return Jason's kisses Amy's dressing gown slipped   
   down her arms revealing more of her teenage body.  Jason supported her   
   weight with one arm while the other hand traced a line along Amy's chest,   
   across her belly and pulled aside the last part of her dressing gown to   
   stay together.  Amy was still wearing her knickers.  Being patient again   
   Jason stroked his teenage lovers legs and thighs, carefully avoiding   
   slipping his fingers under the thin material of Amy's small white knickers.   
   As he stroked her, Amy slowly opened her legs further to allow him greater   
   access to her body.  When finally he did run his hand over the material   
   covering her pussy he found that it was wet and warm from Amy's own juices.   
   Jason began carefully pulling aside the moist material; he felt Amy tense   
   and then pull away from his kiss.   
      
       "No, please wait, Jay." Amy made no move to close her legs or physically   
   stop him touching her, instead she just looked imploringly up at him with   
   her sexy blue eyes.  "What's wrong?  Don't you want it?" "I do, but I want   
      
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