Page 3 of Amy's Santa

How to explain to her that now I want to spend time with a girl, and, a thought I keep to myself, hopefully the night will end up with a good fuck. Of course, since I got my patch I’ve played with the whores, but am discreet, as we all are in front of the kids. I don’t think she looks at me as a man with needs way beyond what she can fulfil.

I glance over at Heart, but he shrugs as if to say I’m on my own. In return, I glare.

Amy’s still sweet and helpful, but she’s at that age when she’s not grown but not a child any longer. She’s eyeing me now with narrowed eyes, and when she sees I’m not going to give in, she storms out of the clubhouse.

I heave a sigh, knowing I can’t leave it like that, knowing she’s upset, not sulking, I run after her.

“Hey, how about we go next week? You and me together, yeah?”

She’s stopped so I nudge her. “Just you and me. Be more fun than having Sabrina there.”

Her face alights like the sun reappearing from behind the clouds. “Really?”

“Really.”

Her eyes brighten, and then she shouts, “I’m going on a date with Drew.”

Well, fuck me. That’s not what I meant. I go to correct her but find that I can’t as she dances around in a circle waving her arms in the air. Love her like this, so innocent, long may she live a life without cares.

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[Drew aged 27, Amy aged 17]

“Drew, can I have a word?” I look up to see Amy’s father stomping toward me. Inwardly I groan, having every expectation I already know what he’s going to say.

“Heart,” I breathe out, resigned to this conversation.

He nods toward a table and pulls up a chair, I kick out the one opposite and sit down.

Heart takes a deep breath. “Wizard, you’re a fucking good brother to have at my back. But there’s ten years between you and Amy…”

“I know, Heart. Believe me, I fuckin’ know.” Christ, I’ve started avoiding her. Whenever I enter the clubroom, she’s there making a beeline for me. I’ve noticed the way she hitches up those shorts, showing off long thighs and legs, even thrusting her boobs at me. “I do nothing to encourage her, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I know, Wiz, but you and her? Not going to happen. Not in this lifetime. My nightmare is seeing her knocked up and throwing her life away.”

I feel my back straightening. “You think I’d fucking do that to her? I’m twenty-seven, man, I’m not a perv who goes after seventeen-year-old girls.” Fuck no. It’s experienced women whom I prefer, and certainly ones in my age group. But deep down I know that I’m lying to myself and to Heart. Amy’s grown from a child into a beautiful young woman and, damn it, I’m just a mortal man. Whoever has red blood running through their veins would find it hard to resist such temptation, but to take advantage would ruin the life she has set out in front of her.

He stares as if he doesn’t quite believe me, and that hurts. Although he’s right to be suspicious, I can’t lose the trust of a brother, I’ve worked too hard to get where I am. I’ve been completely honest in what I’ve said to him, a man of my years doesn’t have any business with a teenage girl.

Abruptly standing, he looms over me. “Don’t care how the fuck you do it, but you nip it in the bud, Wizard. I’m sick to death of seeing her mooning around after you.”

So am I. It gets old fast having to ignore her flirtation all the time, forcing myself not to respond. Whatever’s in her head, it’s not going to happen. My brow creases for a moment, hating to do anything to hurt her, but, however gently I’ve tried verbally to set things straight, nothing has worked.

After a moment I move from my chair, going to the bar where Heart is now drinking a beer.

“Look, the only way for her to get it into her head that I’m not interested is to show her. I’ve tried everything else I can think of, Heart.”

He swings around, an eyebrow raised.

“Send her down to the clubhouse later on tonight, on one pretext or another. Up to you how you do that, Brother, but I’ll take it from there.”

Heart’s far from stupid. “You’ll let her see you with a whore?”

Sighing deeply, I nod. I don’t want to do it for two reasons. One, I know Amy will be hurt, and the second is I prefer my fucking in private, even though the sweet butts don’t care. Silky or any one of them would be all up for my cock, anytime, anywhere. It’s not as if they haven’t been fucked over the pool table many times before. Something’s got to get it through to Amy that I’ll never see her the way her teenage hormones want me to, to convince her I really am not into little girls.

Well, I’ve promised and the plan’s put into motion, I can’t stop this now, despite my misgivings that maybe I should have tried something gentler. Heart plays his part pretending they’ve run out of beer, and she enters the clubhouse to grab a few bottles just in time to see me thrusting my cock into the sweet butt.

Peering over my shoulder, I see her eyes widening in horror, then, already wiping tears from her eyes, she runs out.

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