Karma Ain't Always a Bitch Ch. 03

"It's ok Mrs. Swanson; I need to get back to the garage. I've got mom's car on the rack and I want it on the road for the break."

"Mark, how many times have I told you to call me Maggie?" Maggie's husband had died and she had never seen a reason to remarry.

"Three that I can think of Mrs. Swanson," he answered with a laugh as he dodged the swat that was headed his way.

"Ok ok ok, Maggie," drawing a giggle from Amy and an exaggerated sigh from her mom.

"Are you sure, Amy?" Mark asked the question again.

Amy nodded, "yes Mark, positive."

"Ok then, I need to get moving. Are we still on for tomorrow then Mrs., ummm, Maggie?" Mark had invited Maggie, Jack and Amy for a cookout at his house to celebrate having the friends together even for the short time over their breaks and leave in Jacks case.

"Absolutely dear," Maggie said, "as long as Amy feels like it."

Mark looked at Amy with the request plainly written across his face knowing that she would be unable to say no, but he was willing to cheat if he could get another smile and giggle from her.

Amy grumbled knowing she was being played, but loved him more for it. "You little shit; you think I won't say yes?"

"Well, not really. You love me too much, plus, I make some mean ribs."

Mark poked his tongue out at her, barely dodging the pillow that she swung at his head, causing all three of them to laugh.

"Outstanding, it's a date then."

Mark went straight to Steve's house and discussed the finer points of fidelity and the downsides to upsetting Amy. The worst downside was that her brother could and would twist him into a tiny origami figure if he thought about doing anything else to hurt her. That scared him, but the look in Mark's eyes petrified him, they looked like he wouldn't hesitate to remove the thorn in Amy's side, with any means necessary and not lose any sleep. Steve made the unnecessary call to officially breakup, Mark listening impassively and hanging up the phone for him when it was over.

As Mark handed Steve the phone and turned to leave he noticed Steve staring a little wide eyed.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing at all," Steve said.

"Excellent, so do we understand each other then?"

"Crystal clear," was all Steve said

Mark left and Amy didn't have "fuckstain" problems again. She had asked Mark what happened and he said that Steve must have had a conscience attack and just decided to stay away.

"The same way Shane did?"

"Shane. Hmm, isn't he the one that pushed you around? And that was simply counseling. Not my fault he didn't get the memo about not hurting girls." He said with feigned innocence.

"What a load of bullshit!" Amy started, "You and innocent don't mix, hon and everyone knows that 'halo' is sitting on a set of horns," she said with a grin.

Amy had no illusions about the lengths that "her boys" would go to where she was concerned, she was just happy that a trip to the hospital hadn't been necessary. She despised Steve but still didn't wish harm to "accidentally" befall him, something she could certainly have seen if Jack was involved. With Mark, she had seen that side explode and was worried about the aftermath, especially if there were no other people to intervene.

"Umm, you wouldn't by chance know who helped him with his moral dilemma, would you?" Amy asked, already knowing the answer since Jack had never left the house, leaving her White Knight as the obvious answer.

"I know the guy, but to answer your other question, I have it on very good authority that Stevie won't bother you any more, not to mention that he didn't have a scratch when I, uh, he left the asshole in question's house. Although," his eyes saying more than his words.

"No," Amy interrupted, "you don't have to do anything, the poor little boy sounded petrified on the phone. If I didn't know better I would have said that you had taken Jack along, but the chainsaw that is my brother, has been running the whole time he's been asleep, leaving you as the last brute standing. Seriously though, Mark, please don't do something stupid that will end up ruining the rest of your life. You're only eighteen, and I won't let you throw it all away for me."

Mark looked at her and was silent for a long time, trying to sort his thoughts and feelings. How could he tell her that if anything happened to her he would truly be alone, and if there was anyone worth throwing himself away for, it would be Amy? He felt like he was just being selfish and was embarrassed by the attention and credit Amy was giving him. All he was doing was being himself, and from his point of view that wasn't much.

"Amy, I won't do anything for now," holding up a hand when she started, "but if he does anything else to hurt you, he might want to have real good insurance."

Amy sighed knowing that not only was he determined, he was also very capable of putting Steve or for that matter just about anyone in the hospital. Mark had jumped headlong into martial arts after his mother died and had driven himself relentlessly trying to bury the self-applied guilt. The workouts with the football team and the endless sparring were responsible for the physical transformation that Amy had noticed earlier, and were why she had to calm him down.

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"Amy. Amy. Earth to Amy!"

Amy shook off the fog and looked up to see Mark leaning against her bedroom door, dressed and looking at her appreciatively. She must have coasted to a stop in front of her dresser and zoned out. That was when she noticed she was still naked. He didn't look at her the way the majority of men did, even when she was standing without a stitch on. He didn't leer at her or make her feel like a piece of meat behind the glass of a butcher shop. The look in his deep blue eyes made her feel like the most special lady on the planet.

Mark pushed off from the door frame and pulled her against him, sinking her into the happy place that only he seemed to be able to take her to.

"Is everything ok?" Mark asked. He was dreading the time when Amy would wake up and hate him for what he thought of as taking advantage of her.

"Everything's great sweetheart, better even," she purred while he ran his nails softly across her bare back.

"Amy, I didn't plan to..."

"Shh. I know that, and you didn't do anything that I hadn't wanted to do since before your mom passed. It would have gotten me arrested, but if you had asked, I would have jumped you like I did tonight. Now are you satisfied?"

"I suppose, just wanted to make sure I guess. I really don't think I could handle disappointing you. You're too special a lady," Mark said.

Amy stretched her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, letting her tongue tease his, telling him that she was his, and if Amy was honest with herself, had been since he stood up for her with Shane. Even when he was a freshman in high school he had more presence than the seniors and college guys she had gone out with. Mark was always courteous, attentive and always treated girls as ladies. Mark's mother, Lisa, and Amy had frequently joked about Mark being half woman. He might not be part woman, but in Amy's mind he definitely knew how to treat a lady.

Mark soaked in the feelings of having Amy pressed against him, her nipples pressing into him through the overly large tee shirt that he was borrowing from Jack. On impulse he pulled the shirt up and pressed their skin together giving them both goose bumps. Amy was shifting, causing her nipples to drag across his skin, pebbling them and making her gasp and sigh.

Mark kissed the top of her head and took a deep breath. She smelled like peace and serenity to him. They stood that way for a few minutes more, Amy trying to harden her nipples more and Mark enjoying having her body pressed to his.

Mark swayed and stumbled into Amy. When she had him steady on his feet, she made him sit on the bed, a look of concern plain on her face.

"When was the last time you slept or ate sweetie?"

"If you don't count the beer as a meal, then it was midnight for eating and sometime early yesterday on the sleep thing. I'm fine cutie, just give me a second and we'll head back to the house."

"You're not fine. Why didn't you say something? I can cook you know, and I feel like a shit for keeping you up half the night," Amy said trying not to cry.

"Umm...are you sticking with up?" Mark said stifling a laugh.

Amy looked up in confusion, until what he said soaked in, and then followed it with a slap on his ass. An evil look went across her face causing Mark to break away from what he knew was coming. With a growl, Amy grabbed Mark's ribs, mercilessly dragging her finger nails through his most ticklish places.

Mark could have gotten away, but he didn't want to hurt her and she was still naked. It's not everyday that you get to have a nude cheerleader try to tickle you until you are in a breathless heap, and he vowed to relish the occurrence.

"Oh help, help..." Mark gasped in mock agony, "I can't handle this, oh woe is me," he intoned again, "Don't, stop, don't stop, oh god don't stop" he giggled.

With that he picked Amy up and tossed her on her bed, followed closely with a tickle attack of his own. Soon the house was filled with gales of her laughter as the tables were turned on his would be assailant. Mark trapped her wrists above her head and held them with one hand while the other went searching for her sensitive spots in a retaliatory attack. Amy giggled when he got to her underarms, squealed when he reached her ribs and shrieked when he hooked her foot and brought the sole to within reach.

As she was writhing under him, he slid his thigh between hers, pressing it against her pussy. She shuddered with the sensations that simple act caused and started grinding against his leg, loving the feel of his muscles against her re-ignited clit. With her wrists still above her head, she tried to lean up and kiss Mark, but he started sucking her nipples causing her to throw her head back and groan.

Mark brought his free hand up to caress her clit, loving the feeling as she trapped his leg between hers, pressing into him. He was thrilled to hear Amy calling his name and twisting against his leg, trying to get more pressure on her aching pussy. He could feel her wetness soaking through the leg of the shorts he was wearing and wrapped her in his arms again.

Amy squealed when he rolled them over so she was on top and again when he grabbed her hips and lifted her pussy to his mouth. She settled her knees on either side of his head, and gasped when his tongue slid inside her as his hands gripped her ass. She started grinding against his tongue, losing herself in the pleasure that was centered at her throbbing clit. Reaching behind, she slipped her hand into the waistband of his shorts and started stroking his now fully erect cock. Feeling a drop of pre-cum on the head, Amy collected it on her finger and sucked it clean. Turning around, she dropped her hips back onto Mark's talented lips and leaned down to pull his shorts off.

When Amy grabbed his cock, Mark groaned into her open pussy causing a shiver to run through her and she gripped harder. She licked the length of the shaft then sucked it in, working on it the way she would a popsicle. Wrapping his arms around Amy's back, he grasped her firm ass and jammed her against his mouth, his tongue slipping inside and curling, searching for her g-spot.

Amy was already close and trying to hold on, wanting to cum with Mark. She wrapped both hands around him, twisting as she jerked him, her lips sucking the head and swirling her tongue against the bottom. She could feel his hips start pumping to match her rhythm and removed her hands to allow more to slide into her mouth. Each time she took more until he was at the entrance to her throat. When she relaxed and he slid deeper, it sent an electric shock through her and jolted her pussy.

Mark was gasping into her pussy when she started trembling and he could see her spasms start. Watching her muscles clenching and feeling her moaning around his prick, buried in her mouth, he felt the pressure building. He pulled back enough to warm Amy.

"Amy, I'm close baby"

She just sucked him deeper, trying to swallow him to the base and almost made it before his cum hit her throat. Swallowing as fast as he gave it to her, she felt her orgasm shift up a notch and moaned, the sound muffled by his cock. She could feel Mark's hands, rubbing her back, bringing her back to earth and she let him slip from her mouth, trying to catch her breath. Amy turned around and slid into a hug, sated for the time being.

Mark waited until she was back and slid off to get something to clean her up with and help her get dressed. He leaned in and swiped his tongue the length of her labia causing a groan and a feeble attempt at swatting him.

Mark waited until she was back and slid off to get something to clean her up with and help her get dressed. He leaned in and swiped his tongue the length of her labia causing a groan and a feeble attempt at swatting him.

"Go away," Amy muttered weakly.

She had cum more in the last few hours than she had in the last year and someone seemed a little too full of themselves. She cracked open one eye, and gave him an evil glare, at least that was the intent. All she managed to do was give him one of the sexiest looks he had ever seen, although she got closer to evil when he started running his finger along her neck. When the look didn't work, she played dirty and grabbed his ribs, a sure fire way to get Mr. Bighead sidetracked.

"Isn't this how you ended up on my face?" Mark asked.

With that, he started moving back down but stopped short when he felt a hand wrap itself in his hair. Grinning he looked up into her playful eyes; "Yes ma'am, may I help you?"

"Not right now, later for sure. Now it's time to get you to bed, morning will be here way too soon"

Mark insisted on helping her get dressed and it took so much longer than Amy remembered, and that was when she put on a bra and panties, something that seemed to be absent this time. It also seemed to her that her clothes might fit a tad better if Mark's hands weren't in them, not that she was complaining. She really didn't mind at all, but was worried about the day coming and how it would affect him.

Mark grabbed the extra air mattress and tossed it in the trunk, then went off in search of his oldest friend and newest lover. She was just finishing up packing the stuff she would need for the two or three days Mark had asked her to plan on staying, and he slipped behind her and wrapped her up in his arms. He felt her place her hands on his as she snuggled into his arms, a contented purr escaping.

"I love you sweetheart."

"I love you too beautiful."

Hand in hand they got in the car for the trip back to the uncertain reality of dawn.