A New Beginning, Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

A New Beginning, Chapter 1

... In the back of my mind I knew that school would be letting out and Amy would be coming home. Part of me was anxious to see her again but part of me was scared to as well. What if she had found someone else? What if our breakup kept going even with her home - I mean she would be going back to school in the fall and we'd be right back where we were now. Would she even want to see me and spend summer together... just to leave again in the fall? It was a Monday morning when Amy was due to arrive back home. The previous Friday was the last day of class, but the school had let everyone have the weekend to pack and clean up their dorm rooms. Amy's folks had invited me to come along to meet her bus, an invitation I accepted with a bit of trepidation. I wasn't sure how my presence at the bus stop would be taken by Amy; we hadn't talked since Valentine's Day when I called her. I stood back in the parking lot of the bus station while Amy's folks went in to meet the bus. I figured I would give them a few minutes of alone time. I saw the bus pull up from my truck and waited beside it until I saw the three of them come out. When she saw me standing there next to my truck, she ran up to me, hugged me and kissed me, and told me she was really happy that I had come to pick her up. I have to admit the remark caught me a bit off-guard, considering up to that point I was wondering if coming along was such a smart move. But Amy's mom insisted... she seemed to know more about her daughter's many ...

... moods than I did, and when she saw she was right, she beamed! Amy's mom asked Amy if she wanted to ride home with her and Dad or with me. Amy said she wanted to ride with me... that she needed to talk to me. Now I was really nervous! She took my arm and we walked to my truck. Amy's dad had volunteered to take her bags with him so we could have some time to ourselves. We walked to my truck arm in arm and I opened her door and seated her, even helping her buckle her seat belt. Then I walked around and got in the driver's seat. As we pulled out of the bus stop parking lot, Amy suggested we go to the miniature golf course. The miniature golf course is where we had our very first date - a fact that was not lost on me. "Miniature golf? Are you sure?" I asked her, just for clarification. "Yes, you DO remember how to play don't you?" she said, playfully challenging me. "Yeah, I can still whoop your butt!" I said, grinning. "You talk the talk... do you walk the walk?" she said, smiling broadly. So, with the gauntlet thrown down, we headed into town for a quick lunch and then a game of mini golf. I had tried to teach her to play the real thing before, but she was much better just using a putter. About halfway through the game she started to miss easy shots and asked me to show her how to improve. This was a bit odd, because Amy fancied herself the Arnold Palmer of our local mini golf course. And she was pretty good - there was no reason why she was missing these easy shots. Even if she ...