Strange Coincidences
written by:
Knight in Shining Armor

I apologize that it has been so long since my last submission. Life takes many unforeseen paths, and it is our duty in life simply to walk them when they arrive. This may be a multi-parter depending on feedback, but I'm just now getting back in the game, so it's impossible to say. Either way, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks to my fans who stuck with me through the break. I'm only sorry I couldn't do more. That being said, enjoy!

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Matt didn't consider himself a handsome man. At 25 he stood just shy of 6 foot and had already developed a bit of a stomach. Sure, it wasn't huge, but it was enough to aggravate him on a regular basis. However, working three jobs didn't leave a lot of time for working out. By day he worked in day care, watching and teaching young children, which was a noble job in his mind. In the afternoon after a shower he waited tables in a small but nice Italian restaurant, and then when he returned home he would spend another three hours editing columns for a local newspaper that had recently been bought and reopened, e-mailing the edits back to the new editor-in-chief with all the corrections. It paid the bills, but social life was not his strong suit.

This Friday started like any other. Matt awoke at 7:30, showered quickly, shaved, combed his soft black hair, got dressed, and went to work. As per usual the children started arriving at around 8:30, and by 9 Matt was up to his ears in toddlers asking questions, wanting kisses for their booboos, and any other number of troubles. The women mostly took care of the children, led by Mrs. Bentley, a 75 year-old woman who had more energy than even Matt, but the women were glad to have a young man around to scare off any potential abusers/kidnappers/molesters. Matt was strong at least, having spent his high-school years lifting boxes in a warehouse, but he doubted he could fight off anyone. At least he could put on a show.

3 o'clock came and went, and the children were picked up one by one. Matt was just about to leave when he heard Mrs. Bentley call his name.

"Yes?" he asked, one arm in his heavy winter jacket as he tried to shift it to allow his other arm access.

"I'm afraid there's a small problem," she said softly. "You see, Paul and Mary over there haven't been picked up yet, and I haven't been able to get in touch with their mother. I need to get to my hair dresser before they close at 4, and I was wondering if you'd be kind enough to wait with them."

"I have to work at 5," he began, but shrugged his shoulders. "Hell, why not. I'll call you if she doesn't show by 4:30, OK?"

"Deal!" she said as she kissed him on the cheek and ruffled his hair. "Thank you young man." Gathering her things, Mrs. Bentley walked out the door, letting in a cold blast of winter air. Matt, removing his jacket, shivered as he sat down in a large cushioned chair and watched the children playing. Five minutes went by and the door opened, allowing another blast of cold air. Matt looked up, expecting Mrs. Thomas, Paul and Mary's mother, but instead stared in awe at the beautiful young woman who was removing her snow-covered jacket and shaking snow out of her hair.

"Aunt Man!" the children cried as they ran towards the young woman, embracing her. She embraced them in turn, smiling and asking them how their day was as Matt stared. Curly blonde hair framed a perfectly oval face, large bright green eyes full of joy as she held the two children. She must have been about 5'7", but he noted that, even with the snow falling she was wearing a pair of 2-inch heels, black leather boots that went up beneath her heavy jeans. A black sweater accentuated a handful of chest, Matt wagered perfect B-cups if he had any testosterone. Slender and perfect, she appeared just thin enough to not appear gaunt, but full-colored and healthy.

"Um, excuse me Mrs..." he began.

"Miss," she said, smiling at him. "Amanda Thomas, Lynn's younger sister, but the kids call me Aunt Man. Don't let the name fool you." She winked at him before going on. "Sorry she couldn't pick up the kids, but her car wouldn't start because of the cold, so I volunteered to come down and pick them up."

"Ah," Matt smiled. "My name's Matt Owens. I'm one of the teachers here."

"I had figured that," she said smiling at him as the children fought for her attention.

"Yes, well," he stammered. "Um, the thing is, without written permission from the mother I can't allow you to..."

"Right here!" she chimed as she pulled a slip of paper out of her purse and handed it to him. Matt read the note from Mrs. Thomas giving Amanda permission and a phone number in case there were issues.

"Alright, that'll do it. You'll need the..."

"Children's coats, right? In there I assume?" she said as she walked over towards the closet.

"Would you stop that!" Matt exclaimed half in frustration and half in jest.

"What, finishing your sentences?" she said over her shoulder. Matt could have sworn he saw her eyes twinkle with mischief.

"Exactly!" Paul and Mary were giggling, and Matt put his hands on his hips in imitation of Mrs. Bentley. "Does she do this to you two at home?" he asked in mock scolding. The children giggled and nodded.

"I tend to be a bit empathic at times," Amanda said as she walked back to the children. "It helps when you..."

"Deal with children?" Matt finished her sentence, trying not to smile too proudly. Amanda smiled up and him and laughed, a beautiful, full, rich laugh that made his heart beat faster.

"In fact, yes. Now come on kids, time to go. Say goodbye to your teacher."

"Goodbye Mr. Owens!" the children chimed in unison as they pulled on their caps and walked out the door.

"Goodbye Mr. Owens," Amanda said, smiling at him as she closed the door behind them.

For the first time in months Matt felt the rushing of hormones, but ignored them. He had very little time to get home, shower, and get to work. Throwing on his coat he activated the alarm, locked the door, and went to his jeep. As he climbed in he noticed something frustrating; the dome light was still on, but flickering.

"Shit," he said to himself as he placed the key in the ignition. "Start. Start. No, no, no... Come on!" Matt yelled as he heard the clicking sound of a car attempting to start without enough battery. "Damn." Punching the steering wheel Matt pulled out his cell to call for a tow when a black four-door sports-coupe pulled up next to him. The tinted passenger window rolled down to reveal Amanda smiling at him. "Need a lift?" she asked. He nodded, and she pushed the door open so he could quickly slide in.

"I just need a jump, but it's cold out there!" he muttered, rubbing his hands together. "You have..."

"Jumper cables? No, sadly. I'm guessing you don't either." Matt shook his head no. "Where do you live?" she asked him.

"Not far, about six blocks, but in this weather it's a nasty walk."

"Good," she said as she put the car in gear. "Then you can walk back tomorrow to pick it up." After getting directions Amanda drove him to his apartment, chatting the whole way about children and finishing each other's sentences the whole time. Too quickly the drive was over, and Matt was saying goodbye.

"Be safe," Matt said softly, "and thank you." He extended his hand and she took it in hers, shaking it. As Matt pulled his hand away he was surprised to realize that her hand had lingered, almost as if she hadn't wanted to let go.

"I will. You too." Matt closed the door behind him, and Amanda drove away. Quickly Matt ran inside, showered, changed into his black suit with red tie, and called a cab to drive him to work, making it just in time.

The night flew by for Matt as everyone came out to eat. He never understood why bad weather made people go out for food, but it was turning out to be a really good night. At about 7:30 he heard two voices from the door call out "Mr. Owens!" and he turned just in time to see Paul and Mary run into him, hugging his legs. Matt smiled down at them, laughing. "What in the world are you two..."

"Doing here?" chimed in Amanda, who was standing next to her older sister Lynn and Lynn's husband Adam. "Getting food, you goof." Amanda came forward and hugged him as well, a soft warm hug, and Matt felt his shaft rising in his pants as the smell of roses and lilac filled his nose. She felt so soft yet firm, smelled so sweet... he couldn't help but wonder what she tasted like before he snapped out of it.

"Well, I'm in the middle of an order, but I'll be over shortly, OK?"

"OK, Mr. Owens," the children squeaked as they ran over to join their parents.

"How did you," Amanda begun, but Matt smiled at her, putting his fingers over her lips to hush her.

"Cab. Working. Talk to you soon." Amanda smiled, and then shocked Matt by kissing his fingers. Matt smiled before the rough cough of the patron behind him reminded him that he had a job to do.

Sadly Matt did not get the chance to wait on the Thomas family as Sally moved in to take them. Sally was like a vulture, always talking behind peoples' backs and trying to make more money, so Matt just let it go. Amanda did treat him to some amazing smiles throughout the course of the night, which earned him dirty looks from Sally.

Hours passed by, the Thomas' had long since left, and business had settled down significantly, when Sally moved up behind Matt.

"I'm leaving. I don't like snow. Close for me." Without another word, Sally threw her apron down on the table and walked towards the door. Rolling his eyes towards the heavens, Matt picked up Sally's apron, rolled it, and carried it to the back where he was approached by Sal, the owner. After a short discussion, Matt agreed to hold down the fort by himself. Sal was going to drive Sally home, no doubt in exchange for a little road head and perhaps a little after-drive nookie. It was no surprise that Sally had gotten away with the things she had.

As midnight arrived and the last customer walked out the door, Matt grabbed the keys and made his way to lock the front door when he heard the chimes, letting him know another customer had arrived.

"Sorry, we're..."

"Closed?" Amanda's voice was like music to his ears, and as he turned he almost dropped his tray at the sight of this gorgeous blonde, standing there in a long red dress, long slit up her left leg, strapless with a fur scarf over her shoulder, in stockings and with a pair of black heels. Her hands were covered with long black velvet gloves, and her hair had been done up in ringlets of soft curls that perfectly framed her make-up covered face. The make-up didn't appear too heavy, just enough shading here and shadowing there to accentuate her best features, and she had a lot of best features.

"Hi!" he said, smiling broadly. "What's the occasion?" Amanda moved in and sat at one of the bar stools, crossing her legs in front of her. Matt almost laughed at himself when he realized he was sad that he didn't get a view of her panties, but then nearly choked when he noticed two small nubs protruding from her chest through the soft fabric.

"I felt like going out somewhere for a drink, I knew you needed a ride home and cabs are too expensive, and no, I'm not wearing a bra." Matt did choke then, sending him into a coughing fit as Amanda laughed, pounding him on the back. "A little too forward maybe?" she said with a grin.

"No," he gasped as he regained his breath. "Not at all."

The next hour was a blur of conversation as Matt locked the doors, prepared Amanda a raspberry zinfandel spritzer from the bar, and started sweeping and mopping the floors. Again Matt was shocked at how many sentences they finished for each other, and in no time at all the cleaning was done.

"You know, cleaning never goes that fast for me any other time." Matt took a sip of water before throwing away his paper cup.

"I'm just amazing," Amanda replied with a big smile.

"You really are," Matt said softly, and she grinned at him. "Never met a girl who was willing to drive a perfect stranger home twice in one day."

"It would be stranger," she said with a smile, "except that I live in the upstairs apartment right next door."

"You're joking!" Matt exclaimed, and Amanda shook her head laughing.

"No, seriously! I moved in a month or two ago, but I went out of the country to study literature in London and Paris." Matt opened his mouth, but she cut him off saying "No, I'm not joking. Now are you ready to go home or what?" Matt laughed, put the spare keys on the hook, and extended his hand to Amanda.

"Shall we?" he said, and she placed her hand in his, looking up into his eyes.

"Let's."

The drive home was mostly quiet as Matt didn't want to interrupt her on the slick roads, but they made it home quickly and in one piece. As Matt went to put his hand on the handle, Amanda reached over and grabbed his hand.

"I'm usually not this forward, but you're a nice guy Matt. Would you like to come upstairs for..."

"Coffee? No thanks, I don't like coffee, but..."

"Not coffee. Hot chocolate," she said smiling. "Coffee is so bitter and disgusting, even with sugar."

"Sure," he said, and held her hand tight. They stared at each other for a moment, and Matt leaned closer to her. Amanda moved her head towards him in slow-motioned agony, when suddenly the light from a snowplow blasted the car full of light, snapping the two out of their trance. Laughing, they let go of each other and climbed out of the car, running up the short staircase to Amanda's apartment.

Inside it was blessedly warm, and Matt hung his and Amanda's coats from a hook as she went to prepare the cocoa. "Nice place," he commented.

"Thanks," she replied. "Lynn helped me decorate."

The walls were decidedly feminine, pink and white with flowers. Matt smiled to himself, and turned around, almost bumping the cocoa from Amanda's hands.

"Careful!" she gasped, steadying the mugs. "It's hot, and doesn't like to come out of the carpet.

"Sorry." Matt took his mug and sipped it, happy to notice the small marshmallows floating in the cup.

Amanda led him in to the living room, and there they sat for hours discussing music, movies, literature, children... the list went on, changing from topic to topic seamlessly. When next Matt looked at his watch it was 4 AM, and with a yelp Matt stood, looking around in a panic. "Can I borrow your computer?" he asked.

"Sure, but why?" she said as Matt slipped into the computer chair, logging on to his work's e-mail account.

"I forgot to e-mail my boss the edits to the stories for today's paper! He's going to be pissed!" Matt clicked on his folder, and was surprised to find nothing in it but one note from the boss, saying that the paper was canceled for the day due to the weather.

"Wait," Amanda said chuckling. "You... you're MaOwHomeEdit?"

"Yes, I'm..." Matt stopped, staring blankly at the screen as he heard Amanda laughing uproariously. "No way..." The e-mails he had been getting were from the boss. He had never actually met his employer since the business was reopened and posted their job applications for home-based employment online. He had assumed it was a he. "Am-Th-Editor?"

Amanda nearly snorted from laughing so hard. Matt looked back at her, one hand over her mouth and one on her stomach as she kicked her feet in mirth. She was nodding at him, eyes squinted shut, and Matt shook his head in disbelief. "I thought it was just some funny little joke, maybe short for, ‘Am The Editor.' I never realized it was another abbreviation." Matt was laughing now as he logged out. As he turned the chair, Amanda was on his lap, her legs spread over his, and before he could ask her what she was doing her lips met his.

Her lips tasted like strawberries, and they were soft and warm and inviting. He put one hand on her backside, marveling at the feel of the soft flesh through the fabric of her dress, while the other hand looped in her hair, pulling her against him. Her hands were on his chest, on his face, and then her mouth opened slightly, and Matt slipped his tongue inside her mouth where she pressed hers against his.

The kiss lasted only moments, but both came away breathless.

"I knew I knew you," she said as he brushed a loose strand of her hair out of her face. "Your mannerisms, your expressions, everything. I've known you since I moved out here."

"I still can't believe that," Matt said with a smile. "It's all too much coinci..."

Amanda's fingers on his lips silenced him. "No coincidence, only us." Moving her fingers upward across his cheek, she pulled him gently back into another kiss. Matt returned the kiss softly at first, but the passion built quickly. Amanda's fingers started undoing the buttons on Matt's shirt, and Matt slid his hands down Amanda's back, fingernails dragging gently across her until he reached her legs, then up and underneath the fabric of her dress, lifting the skirt as she raised herself up, allowing him to pull the fabric out from between them. His hands slid up her legs to her perfectly-shaped ass, but to his surprise he found no strap for underwear, only the tops of her pantyhose.

Amanda broke the kiss, leaning forward to press her lips against his ear. "I'm not wearing underwear either," she said in a husky voice as she nibbled on his ear, making Matt groan in pleasure. Cupping her ass in his hands, Matt stood up, forcing Amanda to wrap her legs around Matt's waist as she gasped in surprise. Acting on a hunch, thinking back over the events of the day, Matt assumed that what he liked, she would also like. The hunch worked to his advantage when he slammed her into a wall, her legs still wrapped around his waist, and she moaned loudly in pleasure, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a long kiss. Matt's hands slipped between her legs from behind, his fingers toying with her outer lips, feeling the heat and wetness from her forbidden depths.

Amanda was moaning loudly as Mat broke the kiss, his mouth nibbling on her neck and collar bone as she pulled the shirt from his shoulders and threw it to the floor. Biting her just below the collarbone made her throw her head back in pleasure, a loud moan escaping her lips as her head bounced off the wall behind her. Her hands slid down to Matt's belt, undoing the clasp and going straight to work on the buttons and zipper of Matt's pants. She didn't get to finish as Matt slammed her back against the wall, his hands grasping the fabric of her skirt and pulling it up her slender body.

Matt was in heaven as Amanda stood before him, her dress coming quickly up to reveal perfectly shaped slender legs, followed by a neatly-trimmed strip of blonde fuzz, starting nearly two inches above the front of her pussy. Next was a firm midriff, well-toned abs tanned to perfection, and then as the dress came over her head he got a view of her breasts, two wonderful, handful-sized mounds of flesh tipped by long slender nipples. Amanda finished pulling the dress over her head herself as Matt slid one hand behind her left leg, lifting it off the floor and spreading her legs apart, his other hand slipping down to cup her sex as he took one of those exquisite nipples between his teeth, toying with it by rolling his tongue along the length and sucking it into his mouth, biting gently.

"Oh god, Matt," Amanda moaned, one hand cupping Matt's head, the other caressing her neck and breast as his hand slid back and forth across her slit, his middle finger pressed softly forward between her lips to caress her clit as his hand slid back and forth. Amanda's breath was becoming ragged as she grabbed her breast and tugged hard on her nipple. Matt, following suit, bit down hard and tugged, making her scream out in lust.

Taking both of her hands in his, Matt slammed them up over her head, kissing her firmly on the lips, and then proceeding to kiss his way down her slender body, flicking his tongue over each nipple and in her navel, teasing her belly-button as he nibbled and licked and kissed down towards her honey-pot. The smell of her sex was overwhelming, and with her hands trapped behind her head all Amanda could do was bite her lip and stare with anticipation as Matt's tongue snaked out between her legs.

"Oh GOD" Amanda shrieked in pleasure as Matt's expert tongue found her clit, lapping at the little nub before bringing it into his mouth where he rubbed it between his lips, sucking on the tiny thing as he trailed one of his hands down her body, the other keeping her hands pinned. Using his elbow he spread her leg wider, his fingers spreading her open to give him better access to her, and then he slipped his tongue inside of her, toying with every fold and hidden crevice that his tongue could find, constantly trailing back to lap at her clit. Amanda was going into a frenzy of pre-orgasmic lust, her hips shifting with every lap of his tongue, her body straining to move, her hands fighting against Matt's stronger grip.

Letting go of her hands, Matt trailed his other hand down across her neck and chest, caressing her nipples as her hands moved to the back of his head, pressing him into her harder, her leg going over Matt's shoulder as he nibbled and sucked on her sex, until finally, after seconds of not being able to exhale Amanda came with a shriek, a loud piercing cry that threatened to deafen Matt, even through her thighs that were clenched around his head.

As Amanda came down from her orgasm she placed her hands on Matt's head and shoved, throwing him off balance as he crashed to the floor. Her hands quickly relieved him of his pants and boxers, and without any teasing engulfed his shaft in her mouth, taking the head between her lips and bobbing up and down on his member as her hand encircled the base, pumping wildly, her other hand grabbing his testicles and pulling them down and away, making sure that he wouldn't release before she was ready.

Matt threw his head back in pleasure as she pleasured him, but it was only for a moment, and before Matt realized the change Amanda was on her knees above him, his shaft pointed at her channel as she lowered herself onto him. It took two tries, but finally he slipped inside of her, relishing the warmth and tightness of her as she bottomed out, her ass flat against his legs. A look of pain and pleasure flooded Amanda's face, and Matt reached up, pinching her nipples, and as if on cue she started to ride him, slowly at first and building up speed.

"Oh yeah," she moaned, "you feel so good." Her hands were caressing her head and upper body, one hand trailing down over her breasts as Matt grasped her by the hips, thumbs coming together on her clit as he started lifting her and pulling her back down against him. "So good..."

Their speed increased rapidly as Amanda rode him, Matt thrusting his hips forward to meet hers as she came down on him. Matt groaned as he felt his balls start to tighten, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. Amanda, as if sensing this, picked up the pace, her fingers going between them and flicking her clit the way that only a woman knows. Matt, not to be outdone, grabbed her breasts, nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers as he tugged on them hard, sitting up to bite her on the collarbone.

"FUCK!" Amanda cried as Matt felt her walls clench down on his shaft, her head thrown back as her mouth flew open in a long wail as her orgasm flooded her senses. Matt took the opportunity to roll her over, lying her on her back with him still buried deep inside of her, and he slammed his shaft into her as hard as he could, the sound of his sack bouncing off of her ass reverberating off the walls while Amanda screamed out a second, more powerful orgasm. The sound of her screams, the smell of her sex, the taste of her skin, and the feel of her muscles clenching and unclenching around him was too much for him, and Matt roared as he exploded inside of her, his cum flooding her pussy as he continued thrusting through his climax.

Minutes passed, and neither one of them had moved, simply staring into each other's eyes as the orgasmic fog cleared, his shaft still inside of her as it started shrinking.

"So," Matt breathed softly, "how do you like my work?"

Amanda laughed softly. "Your editing isn't half bad, but if I hired you for what you were good at we'd both go to jail." Matt laughed at the joke, kissing her deeply. The two held each other long into the night, falling asleep beside each other. As Matt finally dozed off, his final thoughts were, "I'm so glad my boss wasn't a he," followed closely by, "Now that's a stupid thought."

Though Matt thought she was asleep, Amanda rolled her head towards him and whispered, "...not a man. Now go to sleep."

And he did. After all, she's the boss.