Date: Wed, 4 Sep 2002 23:12:07 -0400
From: Shay ... <oopy1@msn.com>
Subject: Song For Amanda (FF, romance)

This is a copyrighted work of fiction and by the author, and cannot be
reproduced elsewhere without permission. The two poems are by the author
and are also copyrighted. It depicts acts of love between women. If this
offends you, or you are under 18,don't read it.

A word to my readers: If you are looking for a quick O, this story may not
fit the bill...it has sex, of course, but is more about emotions...if that
appeals, please read on!

SONG FOR AMANDA by Shay

Oh, I swore I wouldn't do this. I have often pictured Amanda as a bride,
but seeing her in her beautiful white dress, right there in the flesh,
well...her beauty sent a shockwave right through to my heart. My eyes
filled and I couldn't help it, I cried right in front of everybody.

1.BUT BEAUTIFUL

The world changes without notice. Morning comes and the troublesome joint
has stopped aching, the hated boss transfers to another state, the slot
machine pays off with flashing lights and ringing bells.
    The first time I saw Amanda, I had just come back from delivering my
mail route and was unloading my empty trays and buckets on the loading
dock. I looked up and saw this tall, golden-haired woman standing in the
sun being sucked-up to by the usual middle-aged married guys who descend
like vultures on any presentable new female hire.
   But who could blame them? Her hair was tied back and fell softly down
her back. She was wearing shorts, and her tanned legs were to die for. She
wasn't slim, but neither was she fat. She was...ample. Truly, a big
beautiful woman. I tried not to stare at her too obviously. I wanted to
drop to my knees in front of her and press my lips to her thigh. I wanted
to lick her inner thigh and trace my fingers along the outside. But, I just
gathered up my empty lunch cooler and satchel and went in the building.
    The guys quickly found out she wasn't interested in them. I resolved to
get to know her; I would spot her working with Barb, or Linda, or one of my
other friends she had been assigned to help, and I would make up some
reason to go over and try to be charming to my friend, so that Amanda would
hear and be drawn into the conversation.
    But she never joined in.
    Still, fate seemed to want us to meet each other. So often it would
happen that I would head out a door just as she would be coming in, or I
would turn a corner and there she'd be, passing the other way. I would
smile and say something, and Amanda would say just enough not to be rude
and keep walking.
    Just when I figured, okay, screw you, beautiful, she approached me.
    "Need any help?" she asked, standing before my letter case. it is so
odd how sometimes, as soon as you stop being nice to somebody, they soften
up. I looked up at her, into those gorgeous blue eyes.
   "Yeah, thanks." I quickly invented some job that I could easily have
done...anything to make her stay and talk. My heart was pounding. Letter
cases are quite small, so we had to stand back to back as I sorted letters
and she sorted magazines into their respective slots.
    Her hair was like a honey waterfall down her back. I wanted to gather
it in my hands, press it to my face, kiss it, moan aloud. Even now,
whenever I think of Amanda, I think of all her glorious golden hair.
     I purposefully jostled her, hip against hip. "Move it, you're hogging
all the room, what's your problem?" I teased, not looking at her.
     She gave me a good bump back. Pretty soon we were bumping back and
forth and giggling like fools. She turned her head and smiled that smile of
hers, and I felt weak. Her face was strong, more handsome than pretty.
    "Don't fuck all my mail up, retard. If it's wrong cause you were
fooling around, I'll come looking for your rookie butt."
     "You'll never find me. You'll be to busy backing up and crossing the
street and stuff."
    So it was humor that broke the ice.
    One day shortly after that, I put rubber bands around the dividers on
the case I knew she would be sorting at that day, so that when she tried to
put a letter in the slot, it would bounce right back out.
    The next day I went to pull out my stool to sit down and write up my
certified mail. I pulled, but it stayed under the letter case. I leaned
down and saw that the legs of the stool were tied to the legs of the case
with the straps we use to hold mail bundles together.
    Another day I had gotten back from the route early and was sorting the
next days mail in the quiet and mostly empty office. Then I heard a faint
voice behind me saying "hey."
    I looked around and saw no one. Then I heard it again. "Hey." I looked
around, and then behind me and up. There was Amanda, standing on the ledge
of the case behind mine, looking down at me from next to the light affixed
to the top of the case, and aiming a rubber band at me with an evil
grin. "Think fast!" she said and let it fly. I rolled up a Newsweek and ran
around the corner of the case and pretended to beat her over the head with
it before she could get down and make her escape. We were both laughing
like fiends.
   She found out I loved root beer barrels and I began to find them stuck
in my case in the morning.
   Soon, the first thing I would do when I arrived each morning, was to
look for her green Tracker in the lot. Sometimes I would leave phony
tickets under her wiper, for crimes such as "general bad attitude."
    We started to occasionally grab dinner after work at the Chinese place
across from the post office. After one such dinner together, we found that
ours were the only vehicles in the lot and the doors to the p.o. were
chained and locked. My heart was pounding as I made a decision.
    "Your Tracker is so cool. I'll trade you," I said, as an excuse not to
walk to my own car. As she opened her door and turned to say something to
me, I screwed up my courage. I was so scared! But I stood on my tip-toes,
took her face in my hands, and kissed her on the lips. At first, she tried
to pull away, but I held her face there and pressed my lips to hers. I
thought I would die when she began to kiss me back. I moaned, and leaned
into her. She gently disengaged, looking around, although there was nobody
there.
   I pressed on. "Come to Annie's with me!" Annie's was a bar and burger
place a woman had taken me to when I was a fledgling femme. It had been a
weeknight and the only other people there were six women at a table playing
cards.
    The woman I was with said, "See them? Most of them are married...to
each other." I think she thought I'd be shocked.
   "When?" asked Amanda softly.
   I thought quickly. "Tomorrow?" I knew I sounded ridiculously hopeful and
unsure.
   'Okay," she said, and got in her Tracker and started the engine. "See ya
tomorrow," she said, and with a little wave and a toss of her hair, was
gone, leaving me standing alone in the big parking lot.

2.BUILDING A MYSTERY

The next day I didn't see Mandy at all, even though I knew she was
there. All morning I looked for her, and again when I came back from the
route. I set my cooler on my ledge and took a stroll around the building,
but no Amanda. My heart sank cause we hadn't decided on a time, or who was
picking up who or anything. I figured I'd call her when I got home, but I
was really afraid she'd changed her mind and was avoiding me.
   I was worrying about all this when I was standing in my kitchen and
opened my cooler to take out the little freezy cube and put it back in the
freezer. When I opened my cooler, my mood changed instantly, and I laughed
out loud.
    My cooler was filled to the brim with rubber bands from work and there
was a little note on top. "Pick you up at seven," it said, with her usual
goofy smiley face drawn on the side. I picked up a fistful of rubber bands,
and dropped them back in. "Oh, I'm gonna kill you, Mandy!" I groused
delightedly.
    I took a shower and thought about what to wear. I put on a long-sleeved
white tee shirt that set off my long curly black hair nicely, and some skin
tight jeans. Very simple, but it made the most of what I had. I only have
three really good physical attributes...my hair, my eyes and my ass...and I
wanted Mandy to notice all of them. I carefully put on some make-up and
then waited for her to arrive.
   I was nervous waiting. When she pulled up in front of my house, I
practically leapt out the door. I slid in and reached my hand to her face,
then leaned in to kiss her.
   "Your neighbors will talk," she said as she put the shifter into
reverse. I moved back to my side and looked at her. She looked great. She
was wearing an oversized white shirt with the sleeves rolled loosely
halfway to her elbows, and jeans. Her hair was loose and gorgeous.
   I liked watching her shift. She had a little charm bracelet on her wrist
that swung and sparkled appealingly.
   Walking through the parking lot at Annie's I put my arm around Mandy,
but she didn't react, so I dropped it back to my side. But when we got
inside and I slid into a booth, she slid in after me, on the same side. She
leaned close and I could smell her clean scent. We looked into each other's
eyes and then kissed, slowly, lingeringly. I scooched closer and I pressed
myself close to her and played with her hair as her tongue entered my
mouth. "Mmmm," I purred.
   Amanda seemed to have changed completely as soon as we were inside
Annie's. We couldn't get enough of each other. We were in each other's arms
kissing, stroking each other, making out like mad fools. We got hungry
after a while, and I fed her french fries, one at a time, practically
sitting in her lap. I knew I was soaking wet. I had wanted her for so long
and now she was letting me know she wanted me, too.
    The place began to fill up, with it being Friday night. People were
dancing, and Mandy stood up and took me by the hands, drawing me toward the
dance floor and smiling. Just as we got out there, the song changed from a
fast one to Joan Jett singing "Crimson And Clover."
   Mandy drew my arms around her and I lay my head on her shoulder and we
moved as one.

3.I STOP THE WORLD AND MELT WITH YOU

I try to know a perfect moment when it comes, always unexpectedly, like a
gift from the Spirits. Amanda and I danced for a couple of hours, slow
dances, fast dances, everything. Usually, I am not really graceful, but it
seemed I could do no wrong at Annie's that night. Sometimes it's like that
and I try to grab on when it does.
    I went to get a drink at one point, and Mandy danced with a cute woman
in a green-and-white striped sweater and white slacks. I thought, enjoy
yourself for a couple of minutes. sweetie, cause that glorious woman is
with me.
    We finally left Annie's, flushed, happy, arms around each other and
kissing, all the way through the parking lot. In Amanda's Tracker, we were
at each other like horny playful animals. As we kissed, I took her lower
lip gently between my teeth, then put my tongue in her mouth, my hands in
her hair, everywhere. All night while we were dancing, I had kept playing
with her amazing long hair that hung to her waist.
   There in the semi-dark of the parking lot, I began unbuttoning her
shirt, and kissed my way down her neck to her collarbone, making urgent
sounds of desire and pleasure as I cupped her breast through her bra and
kissed between her breasts. Mandy stroked my hair, kissed my ears,
whispered my name. Oh god, my name whispered from her lips, that is one
sound I will remember till I die.
    "Shay....take me home," she breathed in my ear, and I felt such a
thrill to hear the desire in her words. I reached over to where her keys
hung silently in the ignition, and gave them a turn, starting the engine.
   "Drive fast, lover," I said, smiling.
   I sat right next to her, caressing her body as she drove the short way
to my house.
   "Stop it, I'll wreck us!' she would complain, laughing, which only made
me lean over and tongue her ear and tell her I was going to make her
scream.
   Somehow we got there, and as we stood at my front door and I dug madly
in my purse for my keys, Amanda turned the tables on me and ran her hand
from my ass to between my legs. "Mmmmm," I purred as I turned my key in the
lock. Then, as soon as the door was open a crack, Amanda actually picked me
up in her arms and carried me into my own house. She set me down, my heart
racing, my pussy soaked, and we left a happy trail of clothes down the hall
and into my bedroom.
   Somehow I had got a scented candle lit, and we sat on the comforter on
my bed, legs scissored together, kissing like madwomen and grinding
ourselves against each other. I wanted to get inside her, to merge with
her. I have never been so hungry for another person, ever.
    We caressed each other's breasts and kissed until the friction of our
pussies on each other's legs made us come, together. We were frantic. It
was only a warm-up.
    I laid her out on my bed and took her face in my hands and kissed her
gently, then fiercely. We said each other's names like a prayer. I kissed
her shoulders, and then under her arms. She didn't shave their and the fur
was soft. I licked under her arms and she shivered. I kissed and sucked on
her neck and then her breasts. They were small, but perfectly shaped. I
mean truly perfect, utterly beautiful to me as I sucked and kissed
them. When I drew away from her nipple, I pulled her nipple, still sucking
on it till it came free with a little wet pop. I trailed kisses down her
tummy, I grasped her hips and then..and then...I looked up at her, saw her
mirroring my absolute vulnerability, and kissed her sex. I licked her
lovingly, flicking my tongue up and down her slit and then moving it
rapidly across the tip of her clitoris. She grasped my head, sighing
"Ohhhhhhh Shay..."
    I put one finger, then two inside of her. I kept sucking and tonguing
her clit as I moved my fingers--three now--in and out of her sweet wet
cunt. I thought I might come from the joy of pleasuring her. When Amanda
came, I held on tight to her bucking hips, pressing my lips to her clit,
and keeping my fingers deep inside her. Then the strong, beautiful
contractions came, and my love squeezed my fingers in that delicious,
unmistakable sign of a woman experiencing ultimate pleasure.
    "God, I love you," I told her, lying in her arms afterwards. I kissed
her face and traced circles around her nipple with my fingernail.
    "So write me something," she challenged. "You're the lady poet, aren't
you?"
    "Yessss," I admitted, grinning. I into her eyes. "Just like that, huh?
You want a poem on the spot, girl?"
    She propped herself up on one elbow and smiled at me. 'Yeah, lover. I
do."
   So, I reached over and opened my night table drawer and took out a
little notebook and pen that I keep there in case I dream something up in
the night.
   I sat cross-legged in front of her and after a moment's thought, began
scribbling. In less than a minute, I tore off a sheet and handed it to her.
    "Roses are red," she read, making a face, "violets are blue." Her
amusement came through in her voice. "How sweet it is to be fucked by you."
Then she threw it at me and laughed and gave me a little push that I let
tip me over till I was looking up at her sideways, in an absurd posture.
   "What?" I asked, impishly.
   "I want a real poem, Shay. For me." The sweetness in the way she said
that last got to me. So, I wrote her a poem that night. This is the poem:

I am the moon, watching you, sweet cat All day you have chased gazelles
under a melting sun All day you have pursued them, knowing I would be here,
Tonight, At our sweet oasis, Waiting for you
                       to bring them back to me...  Here, Where you're more
lovely than Cool water Mmmmm,
             my Lioness.

We slept in each other's arms in my bed that night. Well, we did sleep a
little! And when I slept, my dreams were almost as sweet as when I lay
awake, watching Amanda.

4. NEEDLES AND PINS

I was in love, and I couldn't keep away from Amanda at work, although I
quickly noticed that it didn't seem to be mutual. I would seek her out, say
good morning, touch her all that I could get away with. But she was formal,
there, just as she had been in the beginning. Her indifferent "Hi's" cut my
heart. Only her eyes betrayed her real feelings. And the more I tried to
draw her out, the more she withdrew.
    One morning, she walked right past me without saying anything. I know
people keep their personal feelings hidden at work all across the world,
every day of the week. But I can't. And when Mandy just walked by without
so much as a glance, it crushed me.
    It must have showed all over my face, cause this fat jerk named Leo was
looking on and he said, "Awww, is that your girlfriend, Shay?" he
sing-songed the word girlfriend.
   I turned and looked at him. Then I said, "Is that your FACE, Leo?" And
then I walked out to my car, and I sat there and cried. I'm such a fool.

5.WHITE ON WHITE, LACE ON SATIN

So, that is why I was sitting in a coffee shop across the street from
Saints Peter and Paul Church the day of Mandy's wedding. I'm a sucker and a
fool. My waitress noticed me staring out the window at Amanda and her new
husband coming out of the church in a spray of rice and happy voices.
    When the waitress saw my tears, she said, "Uh oh. The one that got
away, huh?" She looked out the window, too. "Oh hell, honey. He's nothing
special, you'll find somebody better!" And I cried and laughed at the same
time.
    "It wasn't him."
    "Ohhhhh...." she said, nodding slowly.
   She was so kind, she sat down in the booth with me and handed me napkins
and gave me a little hug. Then she got up and brought me a piece of
cake. "Chocolate cures all," she said with a wink. "On the house, sweetie."
    I sat there and did what I do...I wrote a poem on a napkin. This is the
poem:

You gave me a small piece of your life
Wrapped in dancing and music, Crimson and Clover
You gave me just one night
And now it is over

I ache to take your face in my hands
To treasure and never lose it
But there is no more dancing and no more bands
And Amanda....no more music

I loved you.
Goodbye.

    Well, that is my little story, my song for Amanda, and so you see, I
have no sense, no self-control and no caution.
    But life goes on, I guess, and the new replaces the old,whether we want
it to or not. I got up and paid my bill at the register. But I had torn off
half of it.
    Oh, didn't I mention? My little waitress's name and number were on it.