Six Days With My Teacher, My Love – Day 6

by A P GIlmore

Thank you for your comments, I hope you enjoyed this and the other 5 parts. Thanks to 'bearcat', who sent a comment which highlights where my serious grammer problems are, lots have people have said my story had problems, but not explained what they were. This was my first ever story and I hope I have enough talent and the ability to learn quickly to write other stories better and rewrite this properly one day, correcting all the grammer, spelling etc. I do plan to finish this story in the next few months, as you can tell by the ending of this part. Thanks to everyone for reading this story, my masterpiece I think, it allowed me to write about love and emotions and how i have wanted to experience such wonderful feelings. This story is a soppy, Romantic, love story and it made me very happy writing it. Love you all, Amy.

Wednesday

The next morning I awoke to the alarm. I could hear Amy moaning, as she tried frantically to switch it off. Once she was finally successful, I turned around to face her. I leaned in and kissed her gently.

"Morning Amy, sleep well?"

"All the better to wake up with you." And returned the kiss.

"Shower?" She smiled and shook her head. "Fuck?" She smiled and nodded her head vigorously.

"God, once we are in bed, you have sex on the brain."

"I don't see you complaining, besides lying next to you, both of us naked, just drives me wild."

"I have to agree." And I grabbed her hand and pushed it between my legs. "Believe me now?"

"Well whatever you tell me, I will believe you, but proving it sometimes helps." She kissed me and her fingers began to move inside of me. "So can I try that new thing I wanted to do last night?"

"Sure, if you think we have time, if it works for me, I can try it with you if you want."

"I will hold you to that. Something that always seemed too erm, dirty, I have so wanted to try with you, especially last night. So if you don't mind, get on your knees." I did as she asked, with not a doubt of trust. If she asked me to piss on her right now I would have. Anything she wanted she could have. So I got on my knees, her fingers came out of me, but then she parted my legs slightly and she returned her fingers to there warm home.

"Your fingers feel so good in me, what's the view like?" Amy didn't respond. I looked back and Amy just looked like she was drooling at the sight of my ass. What a reaction, even better when I wiggled my ass from side to side, watching her eyes hypnotically follow its movement.

"God you have a great ass, just right." Her spare hand began to caress both cheeks, pinching them, rubbing them and at the end gave each cheek a little slap. "Oh so soft and luscious."

"What are you going to do?"

"This." And with that she used the spare hand to separate my cheeks and started to lick my asshole as her fingers began to speed up. It was a curious feeling for sure, but it was such a turn on. I moaned as loudly as I could as my head buried itself into my pillow to try and muffle the screams.

"Oh fuck Amy, this feels so good." I tired to keep my ass still, but with her fingers inside of me I had to move slightly, but Amy kept up and we managed to keep a rhythm going. "Your tongue is such an expert at many things." I told her as I got closer to my orgasm. My movements became harder and more erratic, but Amy kept up the best she good and I got closer, and closer, and closer, until finally.

"AMYYYYYYY." And then collapsed on the bed, I managed to stay awake this time, but wow. "Oh fuck Amy, that was good." Once my breathing steadied, I sat up, and pointed at Amy to do the same. This brought a smile to her beautiful face; even bed head made her look attractive. I crawled on my knees to get behind her. Her ass was perfect; I rubbed it and slapped it hard, creating a little moan, something to remember for later, but for now, I spread her legs and slipped my fingers into her, 3 of them. As my fingers moved I spread her ass cheeks looking at her hole. I wasn't even nervous, I just dived in and started licking her hole, after a few minutes I even managed to push my tongue inside a little. This seemed to really excite Amy as she grabbed my hand from underneath, a sign to tell me that she wanted my hand to really fuck her.

"You like this don't you baby, you like my tongue slip into your asshole." All she could do was moan in reply, very loudly as I returned my tongue. I managed to move harder into her, and even towards the end, managed to put all 4 fingers inside of her. This really drove her to the edge, but not before her moans had affected me so much, that I managed to rub my pussy against the back of her leg.

"Oh fuck Amy, I am close." Amy then screamed into the pillow, a short while later so did I. And we both collapsed into each other. It was nearly 7.15 and we had to move. Slowly I managed to get on my feet and helped Amy up, dragging her into the shower, which would have to be very quick. Amy left quickly, after brushing her teeth, wrapped in her towel as she had to go next door to her room for her clothes. Shortly afterwards I was finished, I quickly got dried and dressed, my hair was still damp but would have to do. Amy was already finishing her breakfast, but looked very smart in casual trouser suit.

"Sophie, when you talk to Melissa, try to be as discrete as possible, but let her know we are here only to help nothing more, don't give too much away about what we will talk about, just ask that we will explain all if she is willing to meet us." Asked mom, I nodded in agreement. Amy soon left giving me a kiss on the lips and spoke in my ear, so that no one else could here.

"I love you Sophie, this morning your tongue did fantastic work, will see you later in class." She kissed me again, said goodbye to our parents, before heading out the door.

"Mom, dad, Amy said the nicest thing last night. She is very happy to be part of this family and that you have adopted her, that she wants to change her name to Amy Green."

"Really?" asked mom. I nodded. "Mark, maybe you can find out what she would need to do, if that is really what she wants to do?"

"And I thought this week was going to be quiet at work." Dad chuckled.

"Thank you both for all your support, it means so much to both of us, and hopefully Melissa." Soon we all helped tidy up the kitchen and headed out. Again Melissa was waiting when I reached her house. I still had not caught a glimpse of either of Melissa's family, not that I wanted to. As we walked I approached the subject of coming to my house.

"Melissa, do you think your mum minds that you hang around with me?" I asked timidly.

"Actually, she doesn’t really know, I have not told her." She replied.

"Can I ask why, not that I feel that not telling them about me makes me feel any less a friend. I just want to know, so that I don't feel like I am getting you in trouble if I am your friend."

"Sophie, it's not you, it's me, she has no idea who I am anymore. She never listens or pays attention to what I have said to her in years, so now I just don't bother. She does not seem at all interested in what I do."

"Well do you think you could come to my house tonight?" I offered

"What?" She seemed shocked at the suggestion.

"Well I want to be friends with you, and spend more time with you at my house, that's what friends do, and I don't think I would enjoy it at your house. Sorry."

"It is ok, I wouldn't want to go to my house either, so if your parents don't mind I would love to come to your house."

"To be honest with you, my parents suggested you visit. They want to meet you. I told them about you last night and as I said I mentioned about finding your father and about getting you away from your mum."

"After all you told them, they still want me to come home with you tonight?"

"They have some ideas on how to help you, but would like you to discuss it with them directly, if you can trust them?"

"That sounds wonderful; you and your family sound great, I only wish mine could be that way."

"But there is something else Melissa. Someone else I want you to talk to, but you have to promise to keep it a secret?"

"Who is it?"

"Remember I told you about someone else who had a bad life with her parents and people around her, she told me she wants to help you as well, but telling you about her would mean you cannot tell anyone. I want to trust you Melissa and if you say you will keep it a secret, then I will tell you?"

"I promise that I will never tell anyone about anything, if you don't want me to. Whatever you say to me stays between us. Unless like yesterday either of us asks permission to tell others."

"That is all I needed to here. My parents know a teacher at school, and kind of adopted her, because of her past, she has not been able to trust people and spent the past 8 years practically alone, no friends or anything. So about a week ago my parents offered her room at home to stay, to support her, like I have with you. We all need help sometimes and so far my parents have done me very proud. They really want to help you and my teacher."

"Your parents sound even better, I really can't wait to meet them and who is the teacher?" Asked Melissa.

"Miss Taylor, my English teacher."

"I never had her as a teacher, but I do know who you mean. I see her in the library a lot. I don't see her with many teachers; I suppose having no friends makes you give up on people. But if she wants to help also, then obviously you and your parents have helped her very much."

"They have, Amy has changed so much in a week."

"Amy, is that her first name?" I can't believe I let that one slip.

"Yes, erm, I call her Amy when were in the house, we have become really good friends, like sisters."

"So does she help with your homework, I am terrible with English, she could help me when I visit?"

"Actually at home we are Amy and Sophie, not teacher student, so a part from asking how our day went, school is never, ever mentioned. This is very important to me that Amy is treated as a friend, not a teacher, I don't mean to sound harsh, but it must remain secret that Amy is not mentioned at school; especially that she lives with a student and her family. Please understand that we are trying to help each other and I really believe Amy can help you."

"If it is that important to you Sophie, Amy's name will never leave my lips outside your home, unless like now when we can talk without others listening. But at school, don't worry, I don't interact with teachers accept in class, so even though I might see her, I will just ignore her. I hope she understands that I mean nothing by it."

"She won't, we do the same, like this morning I have a class with her first thing, but we just act like normal in school, she is the teacher, I am the student. Nothing more." I finished as we had just arrived at school, I think I told her enough, none of it really a lie.

"So want to meet for lunch later at the usual place, and we could discuss me meeting your family tonight?" She asked

"That would be great, till later then." This time she hugged me, which I returned before we went our separate ways.

As I entered class, I caught Amy's eye, and sent the message silently that things with Melissa were OK, surprisingly she seemed to understand, and gave me one slight nod which I understood, before returning to look around at the other students. I took my seat as normal at back as we went over Monday’s homework. We had a group discussion about what we understood about the play we were reading. Then wrote some notes about what the class had discussed, before the bell finally went. I wasn't last to leave but I did say a quick bye to Miss Taylor and left for double science. After science I grabbed another sandwich and drink from the canteen before joining Melissa at our usual lunch spot, and then met again after school at the front gates.

I arrived at home just after 4 with Melissa. I went straight up to my room and thankfully Amy had thoroughly cleaned our room. I realised on the way home that our clothes were all over the floor, the bed needed sorting, the bathroom probably needed a quick clean, but I was also thinking about the smell of sex that may linger as now I kept the window closed. So I had texted her as a warning, just in case. But the room looked so good and smelled fresh, she must have started before I sent the text. I showed Melissa my room, she commented how nice and clean it was. I had to stifle a laugh. Then I took her downstairs to meet Amy and once they had finished work, our parents. We entered the kitchen where Amy was just starting dinner.

"Want any help?" Amy turned and smiled nervously when she spotted Melissa. "Oh, and this is Melissa. Melissa this is Amy."

"Nice to meet you Melissa, Sophie has told us a lot about you, most of it good. Will you be staying for dinner?"

"Nice to meet you Amy, dinner sounds wonderful, if you don't mind? You and Sophie really know how to treat a person." Amy gave Melissa a brief hug.

"You are very welcome. Would either of you like a drink?"

"I would like a soda please, if you have got one?"

"Sure, Sophie milk as normal?" I nodded.

"Thanks Amy. So do you need help with dinner, I would like to help?"

"No, its ok, maybe set the table, I am keeping things simple tonight. Dad made a spare lasagne last week, so that's warming up in the oven and I am just doing some vegetables and potatoes to go with it."

"Lasagne is my favourite." I started setting out plates and guided Melissa to get another chair from upstairs from my room. As soon as I heard her walking up the stairs, I quickly walked up to Amy and kissed her, briefly, but nice all the same before returning to the table. A bit sneaky I agree, but I always looked forward to getting home and kissing Amy. Things remained cordial as my parents arrived home and then dinner was served. Amy talked discretely with Melissa while I spoke to mom and dad about work. When Amy was finished Melissa agreed to talk after dinner with all of us. When the kitchen was clean I took Melissa to the living room, still holding her hand for support we sat down together, whilst the adults sat across from us.

"So Melissa, no pressure, but do you feel ready to talk?" Asked dad.

"I am, I want to thank everyone here for making me feel so welcome in your wonderful home. I know Sophie has mentioned that I am pretty much alone most of the time. I can't even remember when I last sat down to dinner as a family. In one day you have shown what a family should truly be. I feel so jealous of what Sophie has always had and what Amy now has. Amy told me during dinner that she felt nervous the first time she arrived here, but that you all made her feel so welcome that she never wanted to leave. She reminded me that, if nothing else you would just listen if need be, and that when ever I was ready to discuss it, then it would be. But I feel so comfortable here, that I feel like you are my family. So whenever you are ready. Let's begin." Mom as usual started the conversation.

"Firstly thank you for being a friend to Sophie, she has missed so much of life by not having someone close, but now she has you, and hopefully you can both learn what having friends is all about."

"I think I have already figured that out." Said Melissa as she turned to me with a smile. I smiled back.

"Good. Sophie has explained that you have an unhappy home life. As I told Sophie I really do not like to speak ill of people, so I apologise because your mother is one of them. I know your mother and her reputation quite well, I have not really talked to her, but I have seen how bad she can be around people. I can only imagine what your step-dad is like, if he is willing to stick around with her. Now you have had a tough time with making friends because of your mum's antics, I do not wish to say bad things about your mum, but she has a most terrible influence on people. We felt we should talk together and think up a way to help you. I believe it is in your best interests that your mother does not find out you are discussing this with us, with anyone for that matter."

"OK, I agree, I realise that maybe I have put you all in a very tough position. And that if she were to find out about this, she could cause you all so much trouble, it means a lot that you are taking such a risk. I trust you all if you really can help, and I really do wish it could be easier, but I do so want to get away from her and I hope my dad can help do that." She was crying now so I held her close, rubbing her back, trying to ease the pain she was feeling. Reminding her that she would see him soon, that we would try our best to help.

"Melissa, I have made contact with someone who knows where your father is." Said dad, shocking everyone. This was amazing that he had not told us this already.

"But, that is great, where is he, will he come for me?" Dad seemed a bit saddened.

"Melissa, your mother has made it extremely difficult for your father to maintian contact with you, she just has such a hold over him, it is going to be extremely difficult to get him here or to even get you away from your mother. He is willing to fight for you, but is very afraid of what your mother will do. So please see this as a small positive, but not a solution as of yet. My friend is passing messages to your dad, and he gets in touch when he can, but only to my friend. He does not trust anybody else in this town, even you Melissa. He feels that you may have grown up like your mother. So he still in hiding for the time being, but eventually he will meet you. My friend assures me, it will take some persuading but it will happen soon."

"Oh thank you so much, I can't believe you found him." Melissa cried as she went to hug my dad. Then returned to sit next to me as she tried to compose herself. "So I just have to wait, and hope he wants to see me?"

"I am sure he will, this is all good news, lets just hope he agrees and take you away from your mother forever." I said happily.

"Thank you so much Sophie." And we hugged. I did offer Melissa a night here if she wanted to stay, but she felt that her mother would question her if she didn't come home. It was nearly 7pm by the time Melissa left; dad offered her a lift, agreeing he would drop her off at the corner of her street. When dad returned we were still talking in the living room about dad's statement.

"So dad, why did you not tell us earlier about Melissa’s dad?" Amy asked.

"Well at first I was not going to say anything, with him being so afraid to talk at the moment, I did not want to give Melissa too much hope, but I think she needed a little, I just hope she can keep her mother from knowing. She has so many connections and people that she knows, she is the queen of manipulation and getting people to do what they want. But something that I heard just now, that friend of mine just phoned to say that both Monica and Derek are under investigation for tax and benefit fraud."

"What, oh my god, what about Melissa?" I asked.

"Well this is the same person who is in touch with her father, they have been trying to find him for months as he may have been around when this started and that also Melissa needs him after her parents are arrested. Please do not tell this to Melissa, we can't let her mother find out and run. So it is important this is kept secret, because I shouldn't even know, but my colleague felt I could be trusted. So at the moment Melissa just has to keep quiet about this and believe that her dad will come when changes his mind. When in fact Melissa and her dad will meet once Monica and Derek are arrested. Should be less than a month, and Ray has agreed to move back once this happens, so that Melissa doesn’t have to leave school if she doesn’t want. So Sophie if you can keep all of that a secret from her, but also keep her distracted, try not to mention her father and if she talks about him, try and get her to think about other things." I nodded, this was too much, but I knew what I needed. I got up from my seat and then took Amy’s hand as I dragged from the room.

"Thanks dad, night and goodnight mom." And with that we left and headed to our room. We entered and I just stripped out of my clothes and got into bed, I was faced away from Amy as she got in bed beside me. She moved close behind me, I could feel her breasts against my back, until her naked body, spooned to the back of mine completely, holding me tightly.

"You have been given a lot of responsibility and as we discussed yesterday, you have had to deal with a lot in a week, especially someone of such a young age. Sophie, I know it is hard, but I will be by your side, and even though you hate lying and keeping secrets, this is too important not to hide and keep it from Melissa, like our relationship."

"Thank you Amy, for loving me and being my anchor. Your support and love means more to me than anything. Just holding me is all I need right now. Night my love." I turned the best I could to kiss Amy on the lips.

"Night Sophie." And with that we both began to fall asleep. I thought of seeing Melissa and trying to hide the surprise from her. I was worried but as Amy said, it is important, like our relationship, to keep certain things from the people we love.

And Beyond

As a way to distract Melissa I thought we should start going out and socialising with each other and other people, even though when I did go out it affected my time with Amy, she was happy to see me become more sociable and outgoing. Even though I was not able to go out with Amy, we both decided that neither of us should stay at home all the time. So Amy decided it was time to start trusting people her own age and make friends. Melissa did not mention her dad again or ask me what my dad had heard. We talked more about boys. It was fun to talk, but difficult not to slip up and tell her about Amy. We went out every weekend and soon started to get noticed by people, between the two of us in 3 weeks we had started to become popular people, some even commented on how mature we seemed, which could be a good thing, but to us it made us feel left out slightly. Melissa and I even got asked out a few times by some boys, and Amy agreed I should try it for the experience. I did, it was ok, but I had to let him down gently before he got the wrong idea, but Melissa had a second date with her new 'boyfriend' Greg. He seemed nice and Melissa said he was not pushy and seemed quite interested in her.

Life at home was great. Amy and I started having more fun with each other, now that everything had settled. She got a letting agency to deal with finding tenants and the house was soon filled with a family, they agreed to keep her mail safe until she collected it at weekends. They also were very kind making sure people assumed she still lived there, without asking questions as to why. Even though Amy had started to go out a couple of times a week with other teachers and with me having my time with Melissa and my new friends, neither of us regretted missing out on quality time with each other. We found plenty of time to be together at home, but as that was the only place to be together and socialising was important for us both, it did not matter. We had sex whenever we could, we tried a few different positions and we were happy with the pace we found with each other. I could tell you about the time when we tried water sports in the shower, but we decided to never speak of it again, but at least we tried. Amy felt I was too young for dildos but now that I wanted to try new things together I asked her to at least see what we could purchase and at least think about trying it. So we explored the internet, found a site that discretely delivered sex-toys to your door. I have to say it was the most fun afternoon I had spent with Amy. She had never bothered with toys in her life so could not tell me how it may feel, but we read some of the reviews. We looked at all of the many of toys, including checking out the sexy lingerie. I told Amy I would like to see her in a corset, white, with matching underwear, tights and suspenders; she would like me to where the same, so we purchased a set, and black, for each of us. In terms of toys, the shear amount of toys to choose from was amazing, we even imagined and played with each other as we figured which would be the best toy to buy. After a few hours, we chose a pocket rocket which was a mini vibrator, a normal standard vibrator, about 5 inches, something called a rabbit, which Amy said she would enjoy me using it on her, and then maybe later she could use it on me. The final choice was where we were undecided, whether or not to get a strap-on set. Amy was not entirely sure she wanted to waste money on something neither of us may not like. But together we agreed that so far we had tried things we would not normally do and so we got one. We ended up buying a deluxe pack, which contained the strap part and about 7 attachments. The attachments varied in size, there was even a small 5 inch one which secretly I could see Amy using on me once we received it. There was even a really big one that we felt we would never use. And then there was a double headed one which we could both use with or without the strap. The single headed ones had an extra bit that could stimulate the users clit while having sex with there partner. Amy even snuck in a pair of handcuffs even though the wooden bed frame had no where to fit them, she thought that one day we might find a use for them. Very kinky of her I said. Once we had spent nearly £200 on it all, we were about ready to order. Then Amy felt that whatever we get we could survive on for many years and she felt that while we ordered the toys she wanted to also check out the film section and maybe even a book. Now Amy had experience in porn films and had years ago made notes on who made the best films. We chose three in the end after searching through about a hundred reviews. The first was what Amy called the basic porn film., which she described as bad acting and even faker moaning, but some of it was pretty raw and it might be good now and again to watch. Next was what I chose, it was a foreign film, which had the most beautiful girls in it; it was very artsy type of film, pretty and sweet rather than real and rough. The last one was supposed to star real lesbian women, having real sex and making real sounds. This added about another £60 to the bill. The book section had many to choose from as well. We got three of those as well. We found a romantic story about a teacher and student at college in America, so we could read how they met and how they coped through college, making sure no one found them out. The next one was a bunch of short lesbian stories in a big volume book. Amy laughed that if I ever had trouble sleeping she would read to me. Finally the one we had to fight over, I wanted a teaching book, something like a better lesbian sex book, but Amy felt uncomfortable as to why we needed one if we had great sex anyway. I understood her reasoning, but I said what if there are things in the book we haven't tried, it maybe fun to just try and copy them, even if they seem weird. We had tried lots of positions but I knew there had to be more, so Amy agreed and purchased a book that claimed to have every sex position available for lesbians. The books were the final purchase, bringing the total to over £300, now came the hard part. I was 14, Amy did not officially live her and we were not having any of the products delivered to the nice family living at our other house. So we had to get mom or dad to let us use there details. I spoke to mom, of course, who without asking what we were buying, after I mentioned they were for the bedroom, agreed to let us use her details. The items would take 28 days as some of the items were imported, so now we just needed to wait. But after all that time on the internet, we were really turned on excited by our purchases, that we shut the window, stripped naked and spent the next 4 hours in bed. We were both so turned on especially about what would happen when the products arrived and how it would feel.

So things at home settled well. Amy was so at home with us, it was like she had always been there. Dad was having a party at his firm and invited Amy and I to attend along with mom. Even though playing discrete had become easier, especially all the practice we got at school, we managed to sneak in a bit of fun, and enjoyed our first outside date together. Dad said we should try and relax as much as possible, to enjoy ourselves, but still without drawing attention. It was easy after a lot of practice and we even managed a dance together. We commented on how sexy we both looked and that when we got home we would both be out of our clothes and in bed. I was so happy and so was Amy, we had found each other, and part of me felt practically married. Mom and dad were happy; the house was filled with happiness and love and even suggested that maybe we should plan to go away at Christmas. Just the 4 of us so that Amy and I could be able to go outside and act like a couple. This worried us both, because even though we both really wanted to, the feeling was that we were still gay and that people may not act kindly towards us. But mom had already thought of that and she had found a town in America that was a gay friendly place. Wow, how great are our parents, they thought of us before them, they really wanted us to experience the outside world, together. Mom also added that once we got comfortable with being seen together by other people, we could at least be prepared and feel comfortable once we both came out. We both cried our agreement to the holiday, reminding them we loved them both and how amazing they really are. Christmas was not for another month, but dad had managed to already book it and asking us was just being polite as he knew we would both agree. So now we spent as much time finding out about the place we were going and all the sights to see, together, hand in hand.

This all happened over the last 3 weeks and it was Friday just after school finished and Melissa and I were walking home, discussing meeting tomorrow to go ice skating and maybe to see a film. When we approaced Melissa's house there were two police cars and we both ran to see what happened. We arrived just as the police were placing both Melissa’s mum and step-dad into a police car. Her mum was really giving them a fight, especially when she saw Melissa; she was begging Melissa to tell them that it was not true. But Melissa was in shock, so I held her, as eventually her mum was put in the car and was taken away. From a car across the street a man exited and approached us, Melissa shouted daddy and ran towards him. I stayed behind as I watched Melissa hug her father tightly; it was very emotional for both of them, including me. Eventually Melissa introduced me and I invited them to my house if they wanted. They agreed and I took them home. Once there Melissa was told by my dad and her dad what had happened to her mum and step-dad. How Melissa's dad had come to take her away from her mum for good. The charges against Melissa’s mum and step-dad were strong and airtight; they had nearly a million in the bank, made up off dodgy dealings, fraud and even some drug dealing. It also seems they were planning on leaving the country soon, what would have happened to Melissa? Melissa was sad for her mum, but had accepted easily that her mum and step-dad had dug there own graves, but she was very happy to have her dad back. Her dad explained that Melissa’s step-dad threatened to hurt Melissa if he tried to stay in touch, he could not risk that, especially with the hold Monica had on certain people. So he waited until she was old enough to leave, then he would have made contact. It was a long day of crying and happiness. I invited them to stay in Amy's room, Amy agreed saying she could stay with me tonight. They were so tired they never questioned it and we all went to bed.

Life is funny, I remember so much about our first six days together; I can still feel that first kiss, and when my hymen was broken by Amy's fingers. But over time life became just normal, sure things happened, some good, some bad. But 10 years later, Amy and I a very much still together and even more in love than when we first met. About 3 years ago we were legally married in a civil service, with all our friends and family gathered around us. Amy looked radiant; she was 4 months pregnant with our first child. Now I am the one pregnant with our second. Amy still teaches while I became social worker. Of the professions I chose, I chose the one that helps people, those less fortunate than others. It was hard work and pretty emotional a lot of the time, but I learnt to deal with it and with Amy always by my side supporting me, I even felt good about myself helping whenever I could. We decided to stay near mom and dad, but did move to a new house, 5 years we have lived here, and have shared very happy moments together. We got a dog, and then we had Michael, our son. The house Amy's Aunt left her, we still own and make a could extra living out of it, which paid for the deposit on the house and our IVF treatment for us both to have each others child. I am 7 months gone now and have decided to leave work for a year, so while I sit and rest my bad back I decided to try and write my story. It is about love, acceptance, understanding, support and being true to yourself. I write this as a guide to how life should be, rather than the pain and hurt Amy and Melissa experienced in there young lives. I see it every day, and so far I have yet to meet anyone who shares the kind of love Amy and I have, maybe except mom and dad. I would like to believe there are others like us, I really would.

I hope you enjoyed my story, even though there is much more I want to tell you about. What we did on holiday and what we did with all those toys. What happened once I left school and what happened next, especially how on my 16th birthday I told Melissa about Amy and I being engaged (she asked me that morning), and how so happy she was for me, but that she also kind of guessed. I could ask you to use your imagination, or I could have my baby and try and write the rest. But for now, Amy is calling me, she has offered me a back rub, and who knows, much more. For now, thank you for reading and who knows maybe I could tell you about the time I got trapped naked, outside the honeymoon suite of a hotel in Greece, shouting at a women who simply laughed her naked ass off, while she was safe in the room.