Goddess Amy

By Ardor

Over protected by his single mother 18 year old Harry is sheltered and innocent. When his mother has to go out of town for two weeks she makes arrangements for Harry to stay with the neighbor's 25 year old daughter, Amy.

The lovely Amy is the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood. Harry has seen her from afar but never dared to speak to her. Now Harry is living with the beautiful Amy Mortenson for two whole weeks! What Harry doesn't know is that Amy isn't like other girls. Amy's tried to be meek and submissive but it just didn't suit her. Amy needs to be the one in charge, she needs to be completely in control. Captivated by Amy's beauty Harry doesn't stand a chance. He submissively does just what Amy's wants. Slowly Amy takes Harry into a world that he never even imagined existed. Better yet, once he's there he never wants to leave. Previously published as Goddess Amy and The Lovely Ms. Hanna Brooks this book has been rewritten to fit Amazon's guidelines without loosing any of the fire that makes it one hot read.

35,585 words of female domination fantasy as you've never see

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ardor
• Release date: Jul 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005783587

Ardor

I've been writing naughty stories since I discovered my Dad's dirty magazines at age 8. In fact I practically learned how to read from Penthouse Forum. Surprised the hell out of me when I was old enough to realize that all women weren't nymphos with huge boobs and that men didn't have nine inch dicks!After I got over that shock I decided to write stories that were a little more realistic. Most of them have their feet firmly planted on the ground. Some may only have a toe or two desperately scraping at reality. However you will find that they all make some kind of sense. There is some kind of story or plot that actually enhances the sex. To me you need that third element to make it really hot.Sometimes I call my stories erotica. Sometimes I think that term is to pompous and haughty so I prefer to call them naughty stories. Either way I put my heart and soul into them. I write what drives my own twisted little soul towards the little death.Come die with me. It's wonderful and the afterlife is completely catered.

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October 2014

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Published by www.Ardorotica.com

Copyright (c) 2006 by Ardor

All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher. This book was previously published as Goddess Amy and The Lovely Ms. Hanna Brooks.

This book is a work of fiction. All people, places and events are fictitious. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This ebook is meant for adults only. It contains sexually explicit material. Please do not allow minors access to material they are not old enough to understand.

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Chapter 1

Harry, you’re going to be good for Amy aren’t you?

Yes, I promise, don’t worry, I said to my Mom sincerely.

You had better be. It was awfully nice of Amy to offer to look after you herself, Mom said as she ruffled my hair.

Amy Mortenson was twenty-five years old and one of the hottest girls in my neighborhood. Our family lived next door to hers and our Moms were best friends. That’s why when my Mom had to go out of town unexpectedly I was to stay with Amy.

Mom has been very over protective of me since we lost my Dad in a car accident when I was ten. At eighteen I was really to old to need someone to watch over me. At first I fought to be left on my own. Then Mom said I’d be staying next door with Amy. I tried not to give in too fast because I didn’t want anyone to know how much I really liked her. Now, I’m going to be staying alone with Amy for two whole weeks.

Mom, I’m not a dog, I said annoyed that she’d treat me like such a little kid in front of Amy.

No, you’re trouble, Mom said to me. Then Mom looked at Amy and said, He’s a good boy as long as you keep on top of him.

I blushed at the thought of Amy Mortenson on top of me but I didn’t say a word.

Don’t worry Mrs. Beckmyre I learned how to handle young men at an early age. I’ll keep him out of trouble.

Mom laughed a little and then said, I’m sure you will Amy.

I wondered what that meant but didn’t have time to think about it. Mom quickly said goodbye and then was out the door. I was suddenly alone with Amy. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was going to be alone with the lovely Amy Mortenson, the neighborhood Goddess, for two whole weeks.

Grab your bag Harry. I’ll show you where you’re gonna be sleeping.

OK, I said as I looked at her like an idiot.

She waited a few seconds and then said, Um, Harry, you gonna get your bag?

Huh? Oh sure, as I quickly went to pick it up and looked at her with a wide smile.

She giggled at me and then said, Come on, your room is up stairs.

She turned around and headed for the stairs. My eyes were glued to her behind as it moved in front of me. Amy’s tight jeans outlined every mouth watering curve.

As we walked up the stairs I was to busy looking at her behind. I didn’t notice that the shoulder strap on my bag dragged on the steps. I stepped right into it and then tripped and fell down the stairs, backwards, flat on my ass.

The next thing I knew Amy leaned over me and asked if I was OK. I wasn’t really hurt but my head was spinning a little. Not realizing where she was I tried to get up and bonked my head right into her left boob. Amy pulled back and I must have blushed about ten shades of red.

I, uh, sorry, I stammered.

She smiled at me and said, Don’t worry about it. Are you OK?

Yeah, I’m fine, I said as I stood up carefully.

Are you sure? Let me take a look at you. That was a nasty fall, Amy said as she came up close to me.

She grabbed my by the shoulders and looked me right in the eye. I just sat there and stared into Amy Mortenson’s eyes not able to believe this could really happen to me. For a crazy second I thought she was gonna kiss me. Then she turned me to the left and to the right as she looked over my body. She lifted my arms, one after the other, and looked at my elbows.

No scrapes or bruises? Does anything hurt? She asked.

Only my ego I thought but I said, Nah, I’m fine.

OK then, let’s try those stairs again, she said smiling.

We got upstairs and I managed not to kill myself. After a short walk down the hall Amy stepped aside, pointed to a room and said, Here you go.

I walked into the room and tossed my bag in the corner.

You can put your stuff in the dresser over there. Then, you better get ready for dinner, Amy said.

OK, thanks, I replied.

Amy left me on my own to put away my stuff. After I was done I found the bathroom and washed my hands. That took all of two minutes and now I didn’t know what to do with myself. There wasn’t a TV in my room and I felt weird just making myself at home. I figured I’d knock on Amy’s door and ask her if I could watch TV until dinner was ready.

I walked up to her door and saw that it was still open. I stepped in the doorway and was about to knock on the door frame when I saw movement to my left. It was Amy. She stood by her dresser in nothing but a pair of panties.

I froze like stone with my hand in mid air about to knock. I wanted to do something but I couldn’t seem to get myself to move. I tried to say excuse me but all that came out was a weird squeak. Amy heard me, turned calmly and looked me square in the eye.

Hey Harry, did you want something, she asked with a pleasant smile.

Sorry, I, um, I said clumsily.

Don’t worry we’re very informal here, Amy said not bothering to cover herself in any way.

Um, OK, I said as I tried to look but not to stare.

Here was my very first naked woman and I was acting like a stupid kid. Somehow I had to show her I was cool.

You sure you’re OK, she asked.

Um, yeah, yeah sure, I said as I tried to be cool.

You’re quite the man of the world aren’t you Harry, Amy asked as she walked over to a little make up table and sat down.

Thanks, we’re sorta informal at our house too, I said trying to keep up the cool act.

Oh yeah, she asked as she started to take off her make up.

Sure, I’ve even been to a nude beach once, I lied.

She stopped what she was doing, looked at me and said, You have? Where?

When we went down to Key West last summer, I said.

Why don’t you come in and sit down? she asked as she pointed to a chair by her desk.

I walked into the room and it felt like I was walking on the surface of another planet. I was in a girl’s room. A naked girl’s room. A naked Amy Mortenson’s room.

I walked across the floor carefully. It was almost like it was made of glass and might break any second. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I was trying to act cool and not do anything to screw it up. There was a computer desk to her right. I sat down in the chair in front of it and didn’t know what to say. After a minute or two of silence Amy said, So, tell me more about this nude beach.

Oh sure, it was a lot of fun, I said.

You mean it was a lot of fun looking at the girls, huh, she asked as she looked at me with a smile.

I panicked and said, No, I wouldn’t do that.

You mean you don’t like girls, Amy asked with a disappointed look on her face.

What? No, I like girls, I said a little to eagerly.

Amy laughed and asked, So then you did like looking at the girls, didn’t you?

I was trapped. Defeated I said, Yeah.

It’s OK Harry if you didn’t at least look I’d be worried about you. I bet you didn’t have the guts to get naked though, huh, she asked as she smiled that smile again.

I didn’t ever want to ever see that disappointed look on her face again so I said, Sure I did.

Uh huh, and just what did your mom have to say about that, Amy asked.

She didn’t exactly know. I sort of snuck off on my own, I said proudly as if I had done something daring.

So did you enjoy it, she asked as she smeared something on her face and then wiped it off.

Yeah, it was a lot of fun, I said trying to sound like I meant it.

She turned to look at me and said, Like I said, we’re very informal around here, so feel free to get naked if you want.

Huh, I asked surprised.

Are you sure you weren’t fibbing to me Harry, Amy asked