The amazing doggy door, part 2

I was starting to sweat in the sun, as I pushed the lawnmower up to the edge of the garden. As I took off my cap and wiped at my forehead, I saw the dark ponytail of my neighbor come into view past the shrubs. “Hello Amy!” I said, as she walked past the shrubs at the edge of the sidewalk.
She mumbled back “Hi Mr. Nicholas”, as her face and neck blushed a deep crimson. She obviously was still very embarrassed about what being caught in what she thought was her dog Rex fucking and licking her pussy as she was caught in the doggy door. My cock stiffened up immediately, as I remembered grabbing onto her hips with my simulated dog ‘claws’ as I fucked her from behind. Rex her dog had gotten a great taste of her pussy, and I wished I had been able to sample some of that myself. She hurried past my lawn, and into her back yard past the fence. As soon as she was out of sight, I reached down to adjust my dick to a more comfortable position. The video tape I had recorded while fucking her had made me cum quite a few times in the past 2 weeks, and I planned on viewing it again as soon as I was done. I was still trying to decide if, or rather how, I could use her embarrassment to my advantage, as I desperately wanted to fuck her again.

I finished the lawn and headed in to grab a beer and turn on the video for a little afternoon jack-off session. As I passed the kitchen window, I saw Amy over the fence, stretching out on a lounge chair with her bikini, obviously working some more on her perfect tan. The sight of that round little ass only partly covered by the mostly white bikini bottoms brought my hard-on back with a vengeance. My dick helped convince me that I needed to talk to Amy about what had happened, and see if I could get another helping of her beautiful teenage body. I grabbed my beer from the fridge, and went to the side deck to talk to her. My heart was beating fast in my chest, from anticipation of the coming confrontation.

Leaning against the fence, I saw the sides of her breasts bulging out from underneath her as she lay on her stomach. Her bikini top string was untied in the back, to avoid tan lines. “Hey Amy, could I talk to you for a minute please”? I called out after watching her for a few seconds. Her head popped up at the sound of my voice, and more of her tits came into view, before her hand came up to her side to press the top into place. Even from 20 feet away, I could see the blush start again in her cheeks, and spread down her neck.
“Sure Mr. Nicholas, just a sec”, as she turned partly away, and fastened her top back on.
As she walked over to the fence, I said “Amy, I think we need to talk a little bit about what happened the other week”.
Her eyes got big, and a panicked expression appeared on her face. “Ok Mr. Nicholas”, she said, with a little quaver in her voice.
“Could you come over here where we can talk more comfortably”? I asked. “OK”, I heard even more apprehension in her voice, as she walked towards the back gate. She knew her around my house, because she had watched it for me and taken care of my dog on a few occasions when I was on business trips. As she came hesitantly through the yard, and up onto the deck, I could not help but notice the perfect shape of her breasts, and the faint outline of her nipples through the fabric. I felt comfortable staring, as I was wearing sunglasses, and figured she would not know where I was looking. “Please sit down Amy”, I said as I sat on the deck chair myself.
“Ok Mr. Nicholas” she said, as she sat rather stiffly in the chair across from me.
“Please Amy, call me Sam, I’ve told you there is no need to be so formal, you have helped me out lots of times with the dogs before”.
“OK Sam” she said, with a little squeak to her voice.

“Amy”, I began, “I am concerned with what happened the other day, and feel I may need to talk with your parents”.
“Oh GOD NO” she blurted out, “Please don’t Mr. Nicholas!”. I could see she was almost at the point of tears, and her face was flaming red in remembered embarrassment. My sympathy for her almost overcame my lust for a second, until I saw that as she was pleading with me, she sat forward, give me an unintentional view of her cleavage.
“You know I don’t want to cause you problems Amy, but from what I saw before I came over the fence, it seemed obvious you were enjoying letting Rex do that to you. That’s just not right Amy, a young girl like you should be enjoying the touch of a young man, not an animal. I’m concerned that you are allowing yourself to go down a path that will not be good for you.” I was impressed with the concern I had put into my voice, I sounded so sincere!
“But Mr. Nicholas, it was an accident, I didn’t mean to let Rex do that, please don’t tell my parents!” Tears were brimming in her eyes, and I thought she was about at the point I wanted her at.
“Amy, calm down, and remember, call me Sam. I do think it may have been an accident, but it was also obvious you welcomed it. I’m your friend, and just want to make sure you are developing properly.” She was crying openly now, and I moved to kneel next to her chair, and draw her into a hug against my chest.
“It’s OK Amy, if we can figure out a way to resolve my concern, maybe we won’t need to tell your parents. I’m pretty sure you don’t even have a boyfriend though, is that right?” She sniffed, and then nodded against my chest, as she began to get herself under control. I gave her a napkin from the table, getting distracted by the feel of her right breast against my side. “ If I knew that you truly understood what your sexuality was supposed to be focused on, I would feel better about not talking to your parents about what happened”. “Do you understand Amy”? I said softly, as I gently caressed her shoulder and back with my left arm. I did not want to be too obvious, and I also did not want to have to come out and command her to have sex with me, but I had to get into her tight pussy again somehow.
I felt her nod. “But what can I do Sam? I’ll do anything you say. I really do like boys, but most of the guys at school are jerks, and I don’t want to get a bad reputation with them either”.

“I’m not sure either Amy, but we need to get something figured out by tonight, since I am going out of town for a couple of days tomorrow. You give it some thought, and we’ll talk again in about an hour, OK?” We stood up, and I gave her a warm hug, thinking she could probably feel my cock against her stomach and hip. “I’m sure we can figure something out Amy!” I’m headed to take a shower, and I’ll see you soon, right? “Ok Mr., I mean Sam”. She smiled as she hugged me back, and then turned to walk back to her yard. I drank in the sight of her sexy ass, barely covered in the bikini, as she walked all the way to the back of the fence. I pushed my cock down further into my shorts, and headed in for that shower. I wanted to make sure I was ready for what I hoped would turn out for Amy into a wonderful and hot lesson in how to make love to a man. My mind was spinning making plans for everything from tasting her pussy, to getting her to taste some of Sam’s white root juice.

My shower went way to fast, as I did not want to spend any time on my cock, afraid I would get carried away. I dressed in some casual shorts, with no underwear, and a loose shirt. I downed another beer, and watched the clock, waiting impatiently for her to come back over, and hoping I would not have to go get her. Shortly before I was about to give up, I saw Amy walking from the back door of her house, headed to the back of our fence. I grabbed my third beer, and stuck my head out the back door to invite her inside. “Do you want something to drink Amy?”
She answered somewhat shyly, as she mounted the steps to the back porch “yes please, Mr., I mean Sam” She blushed a little more as she caught herself about to call me Mr. Nichols again.
“What would you like? I have water, although you know how bad it tastes, or milk, or you could have one of these” I held out my beer jokingly. “Yes please Sam” she said.
Having offered her a beer, even though I had been joking with her, I was not sure what to do at first. “Are you sure Amy? Not everyone likes these”
“My dad lets me try his sometimes, and I like them now. Plus they are a lot better than the water!” she joked. I offered her the one I had just opened, then got another out of the fridge.
I watched her take a hesitant sip, the dew on the sides of the bottle just touching her full lips. Part of me was thinking that this might lower those inhibitions enough to make my plans work out even easier. After that first sip, she smiled approvingly, then took a much longer swallow. I watched her throat as she swallowed, admiring the smooth tan skin, and the slender curve of it, with her head tilted back.