9 comments/ 35084 views/ 5 favorites A Little Friendly Advice By: Thongluver69 Every guy thinks he's God's gift to women. We're raised to brag about our conquests, play off our mistakes and tell tall tales of our talents in the bed room. It's really just part of our ego. And that's what made my life on this particular fall day quite miserable. See, my name is Tom. I'm a 25-year old male who has never been in a serious relationship and while I've had my share of sexual experiences, they're really nothing worth bragging about. In fact, it would probably be the opposite. Every single time I've had sex, it's been with the intention of developing things into something more serious. Only problem is, that's not what the other person wanted and, in the end, I was left pondering what went wrong. It's not that I'm a bad looking dude. I'm 5' 10'', 180 pounds, lean and somewhat muscular. It's just that things never quite seem to go my way in this department. There was Tammi, the drunk 19-year old I lost my virginity to on a college-sponsored spring break trip four years ago. She was my first and I spent the entire week flirting with her. Sure, it was fun, but something about a girl leaving to throw up moments after climax was a tad disheartening. Safe to say things didn't really blossom after that. Then came Sheila. Oh, lovely Sheila. Sheila and I met in an advanced math class my junior year and fooled around for a little over two weeks. She was the first person I ever went down on, the first person who ever went down on me and everything was going well...until she told me she found someone else and wanted to "just stay friends". Lastly, there was Ashley. Ashley was my most recent real conquest (the occasional blowjob by a one-night stand notwithstanding) and we met through mutual friends at a birthday party. I never really thought she was that into me until the night we were hanging out at a local bar and started flirting. Flirting led to hugging. Hugging led to kissing. Kissing led to ... well, you get the drift. The only snag was, no matter how hard I tried, no matter how long I went down on her or changed positions, I couldn't make her cum. I just couldn't do it. She never told me what was wrong, and I thought she was having a good time, but we could never get her past that obstacle. Needless to say this hurt my self confidence. Which bring me back to my original point. As guys, we're trained to think we're God's gift to women. When something throws a chink into that plan, it's hard to know where to go from there. Luckily for me, I wasn't alone in my journey to reclaim my confidence. ========== No matter how bad I think I've had it, my friend Amber always finds a way to one-up me. When I told her the story of Tammi, she told me about how when she lost her virginity, it hurt so much she cried the entire time. I told her how much it hurt when Sheila ended things and she came back three weeks later having just caught her boyfriend Mark having sex with some other girl. Over the past two years, Amber and I have had our share of bad luck in the relationship department and I knew that I could turn to her for advice on how to gain my confidence back after the Ashley fiasco. I never expected it to turn out the way it did, though. It all started with a text message. "Hey, you free tomorrow night?," I asked. "I really need some advice and am feeling like shit right now," Amber said she had to work until six, but after that, she'd come over and we'd rent a movie, veg out and get my mind off things. True to form, she was at my door with ten minutes to spare and as I took her coat, I could tell she had something on her mind as well. "So, what's going on?" I asked. "Oh, nothing much," she replied. "It's just the same ol' shit. Met this guy named Ken on EHarmony, went out for some drinks and he said he just didn't feel a connection. What the hell is that? First off, this guy was like 20 pounds overweight and then he says HE doesn't feel a connection? I swear, if my mother wouldn't kill me, I'd give up men altogether." "Hey, don't lump us all together. There are still some of us out there that are good," I said. "Yeah, but they're all gay or married or both," she chuckled. We went on like this for about an hour. I told her about Ashley, she shook her head and did her best "Come on, you're better than that" speech. It really wasn't having an effect. "Well, you want to drink your troubles away?" she asked. "Sure, why the hell not?" I replied and got up to head to the fridge. "The usual?" "You know it," Back from the fridge I came with a hard lemonade for her and a mix of Jack and Coke for me. The booze made the movie we were half-watching a tad more enjoyable, but I still to this day couldn't tell you what it was about. Something about a guy trying to avenge his family's loss or some crap. It was right around 9 p.m. when I really started feeling a little bit buzzed, and then Amber asked me a question I really didn't know how to answer. "Tom, do you think I'm pretty?" "Well, um, yeah. You know you're good looking, I mean, people stare at you all the time." In truth, I wasn't lying. At 5' 5'', 125 or so pounds, Amber had a body most 23 year olds would kill for. She was fit but not muscular, strong but not masculine. And as far as T&A, well, let's just say that I've taken my fair share of glances. I never asked her directly, but I had to believe she was on the small side of a C cup, with wavy brown hair that flowed down to her enviously round ass. Just picturing it now brings a smile to my face. The curves caused her jeans to roll around, nearly forming a perfect half-circle. I always wondered what it would be like to see her naked, but chalked it up to my genes and the fact that as a man, I'm inclined to wonder that about just about everyone. "So what's wrong with me that I can't find someone?" she asked. "Eh, nothing. I mean, you know it will happen when it happens. These things take time." I answered back, trying to sound polite while spewing those lines for the 10,000th time. "I just don't get it," she responded with a slight sigh. "I see these women everywhere with boyfriends ten times as hot as them. What do they know that I don't?" "Maybe they're sluts," I joked, causing her to hit me with one of the pillows on her side of the couch we were sharing. "You make it sound like I'm a prude," she smirked. "Trust me, I'm far from it." "Oh yeah, here it comes. Is this you're 'I'll do things with the right guy' moment?" I asked. "Shut up," she barked kiddingly. "It's true. I'm not gonna fuck some guy on the first date, but it's not like I'm waiting for marriage either." "So what are you waiting for?" I asked. "Someone to say they like my tits," she responded. We both immediately fell to the couch laughing. I hadn't expected such a blunt answer from her, and while I was sure she was joking, I couldn't pass up such a window. "Well, I like your tits," I said. "Do you now?" she laughed while cupping them in her hands. "I really am quite proud of them. I don't know though, maybe , guys are intimidated by them." "I doubt it," I said. "Well, then, asshole, what is it?," she smiled. "If it's not my tits, what is it? Why won't anyone flirt with me?" "Maybe it's your charming personality that scares them off," I said and moments later regretted as another pillow came flying at me. "Like you can talk...Mr "I want someone to love". What kind of bull is that? You're 25, you need to go out and get some," she said. "Hey, let's not change the subject," I said. "Back to your tits." "What about them?" "I don't know. You brought them up," I said. "Yeah I did," she laughed, going back to her juggling routine. Before I could ask her what the hell she was doing, she reached under her white shirt, grasped the fabric and lifted her shit and bra, revealing to me two of the best breasts I have ever seen. Not too big, not too small, the size was just perfect. Her pink nipples equidistant, shining, radiant. The sight of her breasts made me speechless. Here I was, wanting to have a talk about my lack of self confidence and here she was flashing me. How the hell did this happen? "See," she said, readjusting her shirt back to where it was earlier. "I told you: intimidating. What, you got nothing to say?" "What the hell do you expect me to say to that?," I asked after snapping back to reality. "I mean, who does that?" "Ah, they're just tits," she said carefree. "So, what did you think?" "Um...." With that, she lifted her shirt again, this time resting it above the top of her breasts. She grabbed each one with a hand, as if showing off a piece of art for exhibition. "Do you think they're too small? Too big?," she asked. "No, um, they're a good size," I said. "Well I like them," she replied. "Good?," I asked, still bewildered that I was staring at one of my best friend's breasts. "Don't be afraid. They're not gonna bite," she said. "Yeah, I know that, but I don't know what you expect me to say here," "Don't say anything. We're just joking around. Come here, feel them," she said. "Are you kidding?" I asked, feeling the blood starting to work its way below my belt. "What is this, show and tell?" "No, it's nothing like that," she replied. "I just want a little advice from you. As a man, what do you think of my body? Should I work out more? Is it sexy" With that her words drifted off. With a smaller tone I heard her ask "Would you do me?" "Yeah, if we weren't friends," I said. "I'd be lucky to mess around with someone as hot as you." "Good. Now come over here and give me your friggin' opinion." She said. I don't know why I did it, but I got out of my seat and walked over to her. I took a seat on the loveseat next to the couch we were sharing and said "Um, ok". As I reached my arms outward, all I could think was 'this isn't really happening' and something about the taboo of messing around with a friend really turned me on. I could feel myself bulging and was doing my best to hide what would probably have been a fairly obvious erection. But, nevertheless, she asked nicely so here I was, inches away from touching her breasts. My first thought as I felt the warm flesh fill my hands was that this was going to be something I was going to jerk off to the moment she left. I don't know why I thought about that, but it just was in there, circling my mind. I reached and gently cupped her breasts, first the right one. Softly, I caressed it, holding its full weight in my palm and gently brushing across the nipple. As I didn't want this situation to get out of control, I did my best to keep it as medical-like as possible. I didn't want her getting the wrong idea, of course, and lord knows what she would have done if she could have read my mind that instance. I pictured kissing each of her breasts, gently flicking my tongue across her nipple as I slowly circled my index finger and thumb around the outer edge. I pictured taking both in my hands, sucking on them as she moaned passionately in my ear. Her voice brought me out of my daydream and, from the looks of it, it wasn't a moment too soon. "See, I like them because they're soft enough to the touch but also nice and firm and they don't move," she said. With that, I went back to the loveseat and did my best to think of anything else. "Yeah, I can see that," I said matter-of-factly. "They're definitely nice and they have a really nice glow about them." "You're like the third guy that's said that to me," she said. "But most of them don't know what they're doing anyway. Mark thought they were like doorknobs, twisting, turning. It got to the point that I usually left my shirt on when we were messing around." "That sucks," I replied. "I know what you mean though. I used to be like that until Ashley told me she didn't like it when I did that. She was pretty sensitive and she showed me how she liked to be touched." I demonstrated my technique for her, slowly circling both my hands in motion, allowing them to meet in the middle. Just for the fun of it, I even acted out kissing them. That got quite the chuckle out of Amber. "Good job Lover-Boy," she said. "Yeah, well, I guess it was nice to get one thing right," I said. "What do you mean?" she asked. I got into more detail about Ashley. I told her about how when we had sex, I tried a bunch of different positions and still couldn't get her to climax. "So what do you care," she asked. "It messed with my mind," I replied. "When I can't get her off, I start thinking something's wrong with me. Then I can't focus and I can't climax either. It's not fun." "Oh, come on, it's a little fun right?" she giggled. "Well, yeah, but then it ends awkwardly and I swear I'm swearing off sex forever." "Maybe she just doesn't cum during sex," Amber said blazingly. "I'm like that sometimes. Hell, even when Mark was at his best, it was still 50-50 if I got to cum or not." "I'd take those odds," I said. "Alright, spit it out," she said. "What do you think you're doing wrong?" I tried to change the topic, and said "Nothing", but Amber wasn't going to take that for an answer. "Come on, I told you what I thought was messing me up. Now spit it out." She said. "If I tell you, I swear to God, you better not tell anyone else," I said. Amber agreed, but I still couldn't bring myself to say it. "Well I....I.." I stammered. "I....I.. nothing. Stop stuttering and say what's on your mind," she answered. "Fine, to hell with it," I snapped back. "I don't know about my size." "Oh, come on, you're not even close to 200 pounds, you're far from fat." "That's not what I mean," I said. As if a light bulb just went on in her head, Amber replied. "Ohhhhhhh." "Yeah," I said. "I know I'm not small or anything, but it's got to be something, right?" "Well, let me see," she said. "Excuse me?" "Yeah, let me see." "No way," "Oh, come on, I let you see me naked." "Yeah, but that was different. You flashed me and asked me to feel you up to give you an opinion of your tits. We're talking about me whipping out my dick like it's nothing." "Eh, so what?" she replied. "It's just the two of us here, it's not like we're going to break some kind of rule. You said you felt like shit right? Well, maybe if you had someone neutral to give you an opinion, you'd feel better." Showing Amber my penis wasn't that big a deal. The problem was, her asking to see it caused me to get even more turned on than I was when I felt her up. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to show her it and then take her right on the couch. Plus, it wasn't like I could hide the fact that I had an erection if I took it out. "You know, this isn't exactly what I had in mind," I said. "And frankly, all this talk is getting me a bit hard and I don't want that to make things weird." "Please," she said. "Man, I've been wet for like 20 minutes." "So what the heck does that mean?" I asked. "Isn't this a little strange? We're friends. We shouldn't be doing this." "We're not doing anything," she said. "I showed you my tits, you felt them, I got wet. I asked to see your dick, you got hard. It's just natural things the body does. It's not like I'm going to start banging you on the floor. We're still just friends. We're just trying to help each other out." Maybe it was her calm approach, maybe it was the fact that I wanted to see where this was going, but either way, the next thing I knew I was sitting there on the loveseat getting ready to take my shorts off. Since I didn't want to just stand up like a Roman statue or anything, I continued to sit on the cushions and reached my hands to the waistband, clutching my shorts and briefs with one motion. "You can't laugh or snicker or anything," I said. She nodded her head and I lifted my legs, took both the shorts and briefs off and kicked them aside. I adjusted myself so she could see a little better and there in all his glory was my erection, pre-cum glistening off the tip. "Hmm, not bad," she said. "What do you mean 'not bad'," I asked. "Well, it's hard for me to tell from here," she said, scooting to the floor. In a slow-motion moment I'll likely never forget, Amber dropped to her knees and crawled over to me, positioning herself in between my legs. "Do you mind," she asked, motioning that she was going to touch it. "Uh...no," I stammered out. She grasped my dick in her hands and carefully moved it from side to side, examining it much in the way I had done her breasts earlier. "It's a good size," she said. "I'd say probably five-six inches, which is average. You've got a decent width too, and that's really the important thing." Without noticing it, or at least I don't think she knew she was doing it, Amber's hands started moving up and down. Her grasps on my penis was soft, her touch causing me to swell even further. "No, make that seven inches," she giggled. "It's really nice, Tom. I mean it." "Oh, um, thanks," I said. "Listen, can I ask you a favor?" she said, gently continuing to stroke me. At that moment, I would have agreed to anything. "Yeah, sure," "Just don't freak out, ok?" she asked. Before I even had a chance to respond, Amber flicked her tongue across the tip of my penis. She moved her face closer, opening her lips and stretching them out to the top of my crown. I felt her lips part and work their way down to the middle of my shaft and felt an immense heat engulf me. "OH, god, what are you doing?" I asked. "I just want to try something on you," she said. "Just let me know if it feels good." "But you're sucking my dick!" I exclaimed. "We can't do this, we're supposed to be friends!" "Listen, I asked you for advice, you gave it," she said. "You asked for advice, I gave it. Now it's my turn again. So, does this feel good?" She moved her head back down, this time grasping my shaft with her right hand and as she moved her lips just over the crown, I felt her tongue swirling across the head. She went down as far as she could and as she came back up, make a loud sucking sound that drove me crazy. Without being able to control myself, I put my hands on the back of her head and did my best to enjoy it. "Ummm, you like that?" she asked. "You like the way I suck that big, hard cock of yours?" Her dirty talk nearly pushed me to the breaking point. "Oh god, don't stop." I said. "I'm not going to," she said. Amber began to softly stroke my dick with her right hand and moved her left to softly caress my balls. Meanwhile, her lips moved faster and faster down my shaft, only every so often would I see the tip. "This feels so good," I said. With that, Amber's eyes looked up and we stared right at each other. Gone were the words. All that remained was the feeling of her lips giving me one of the best blowjobs I had ever received, her mouth heating me up to the point where I wanted to explode. "Oh, god, I think I'm going to cum," I said. "Go ahead baby," she said. "Shoot that hot load into my mouth. Yeah, you like that?" She sucked faster, her tongue bouncing and circling around my member. "MMMM, come on baby, let me feel it," she said. Her hands cranked faster, up, down, back, forth. "Let me feel that hot load," she said. As if almost on cue, I felt it building inside me. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. Her eyes started right at me, almost begging me to cum inside of her. I moved both of my hands to the top of her head. "Oh, god, here it comes," I said, trying to warn her. "I can feel it.....OOOOOOOHHHhhhhhhh." I felt the first blast explode out of me, no doubt hitting her in the back of the throat. She slowed her rhythm down now, still pumping, still sucking. A Little Friendly Advice Ch. 02 The following is the sequel to "A Little Friendly Advice", a story about two friends who come together and, through a desire to learn how to please members of the opposite sex, find each other. If you haven't already, please read the first installment. As always, thanks to all my readers and my editor. Please leave feedback to help me improve my next story. Chapter 2: Turning Corners "So, do you want my help or not?" she asked. "Uh, Uh ..." I stammered, unsure of how to proceed. Every fiber of my body said this was wrong, every thought I had immediately turned to worst case scenario. I've seen it happen before. One minute two friends are hanging out. The next they're having sex. The next they never speak again. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin one of the most important friendships I have by turning it into something more or turning it into something that wouldn't last. And I've always treasured my relationship with Amber. Was I doing something wrong? Should I just say no? "Look, I know where you're going with this in that mind of yours," Amber said from the bedroom. "You think if we keep going down this path that one of us is going to get hurt, right?" I gathered myself off the couch and walked towards the bedroom. As I turned to the door, I put my hands at the top of the frame, partly to balance myself and partly to prepare myself for what I was about to see. There was Amber, sitting with a huge grin on her face, laying under the covers. "Well, don't you?" I asked her earnestly. "Not really, no," she said, tossing her panties into a pile of discarded clothes on my floor. "And how can you be so sure?" I asked. "Look, you're being an awfully big pussy for someone's who's about to get laid," she said, smirking. "Like I said before, this isn't about sex. Are we both gonna cum? Yeah. Well, I hope so anyway. But that's not what's important. I want to learn how to keep a guy interested, you want to learn how to know if what you're doing is right. What better way than to try your best moves with someone who's going to be completely honest with you?" "I just don't want things to get weird," "And they won't," she assured me. "Besides, it's not people don't already assume we fuck." "Yeah, I guess you're right," I replied. "Just don't tell your mother, OK? Lord knows she'll come to my house and beat the shit out of me with a bat." "Oh, damn," Amber replied. "I was just going to call her. She sent me a text message asking what I was up to and I wanted to let her know I couldn't talk because your dick was in my mouth." "Hardy Hardy Har," I replied. "So are we going to do this or what?" she asked. "Oh yeah, that's romantic." "Just shut up and get naked," she said, laughing. "Would ya please?" === Since I was still bottomless from the amazing blow job Amber had just given me, getting naked wasn't much of a problem. Taking the next step forward? Well, that was another story. I thought about all the good that could happen. I mean, Amber was hot as hell and it had really been a while since I'd gotten some. If she said it wasn't a big deal then why couldn't I just believe her? But try as I may, I had this sneaking suspicion that all was not as it seemed. Sure, it's great now but who's to say that three months from now I won't find someone I want to have a relationship with or vice versa? And how exactly do you tell someone 'Hey, thanks for all the sex while I was single but we need to keep things on a friends only level from now on?' "Listen, Amber," I started, watching her pull the sheets to the side of the bed, exposing her naked body to me. "I'm not really comfortable with this." "Ah, ha, continue," she said, opening her legs for me to see. "It's just that ..." I stuttered, watching her touch herself gently, watching her caress her left hand over her beautiful mound. "I don't want our relationship to change." With that, Amber put her index finger inside of her and I watched as her face contorted with pleasure. "No, Tom, I get that. I really do," she said, pushing her finger inside to the knuckle, pulling it out and pushing it in again. "If you don't want to continue, I'm cool with that." "I just don't want you to get the wrong idea," I said. "Well, it's not the first time I've been turned down for sex, you know," she remarked, never breaking eye contact with me, picking up the pace of her fingers. Watching her finger herself was a bit strange, I'll admit. Here she was, her words saying one thing, her actions saying another. "That's not it at all," I replied, unable to take my eyes off her. "You know I think you're gorgeous. I'd do anything to have you. I just don't want us to do something we'll regret." "Oh, baby, the only thing you're going to regret is saying no," she said. Amber was right. If I turned her down, I'd never forget it. It would be something I thought about every day. Besides, who's to say turning her down wouldn't change things. "Ok, let's say I do decide to go along with this," I remarked. "How is it going to work?" "Well," she said, her eyebrows raising when I mentioned the possibility that it could happen. "I guess we could take turns doing things. I could show you what I like, you could show me what you like and we could give each other tips about how fast to go, what types of things to say." "So like driver's Ed?" I asked, genuinely interested in the idea. "Yeah, exactly," she said, taking her hands away from her now glistening pussy. "Think of this as a test drive before going to get your permit or your license. We work out the kinks together and, when we find someone special, we take what we've learned and apply it to them." "Ok, so what's the catch?" I asked. "What do you mean 'what's the catch'?" she responded. "Well, there's got to be a catch right?" I replied, a little unsure of how to proceed. "You can't expect me to believe you'll do whatever I want you to do and when I find someone I like I can just say 'Thanks for all the sex, see ya later buddy'?" "I guess you could send me a fruit basket or something," she joked. "Really though, we'll just treat this as we would anything else. Like, you remember before I was dating Mark and I asked you if I should wait for him to call me or just call him myself?" "Yeah ..." "Well, it would be like that," she said. "If one of us is seeing someone, we can ask for advice if the other is comfortable giving it. And worse case, we'll just go agree to not talk about sex stuff until the awkwardness passes." "Awkwardness?" I asked, suddenly concerned. "What awkwardness? I don't want there to be an awkwardness." "Face it, it's going to be a little awkward," she said. "Shit, it's awkward now. I just blew you. If I left right now, before we started talking about having sex, don't you think we'd be a little weird around each other the next time we saw each other? That's just what happens when you mess around with someone." "Yeah, I guess so," I replied, feeling a little bit better. "The trick is agreeing that we're not going to let it get too weird," she said. "I agree," "Well then let's make a pact," she continued. "No matter what happens, we won't let this get weird. Agreed?" "Agreed," I replied. === "So ..." I stammered, unsure of what to say next. "Um, what do we do now?" "Well, what do you want to do?" Amber asked, licking her lips. "I kind of want you to give me a little more head," I replied, wondering if she would actually do it. "Ok," she said. With that, Amber rolled out of bed. This was the first chance I got to actually see her full on naked body. God, was she gorgeous. Like I said before, Amber has a great ass and great tits. Seeing them on a warm summer day is enough to get even the coldest man flush with excitement. As she strolled over to me, I saw something in her eyes I've never seen before. I saw lust. "So, exactly how does this help you with your problems with women?" she asked, smiling. "Oh, it doesn't," I replied. "I just can't think of anything right now except how hot you looked sucking me off a little while ago." "It was hot, huh?" "Oh yeah," I replied truthfully. "There was a reason I didn't last that long, you know." "Hmm, interesting," she said, standing inches away from me and looking at me face-to-face. "So, let me ask you a question." As she finished that statement, Amber took hold of my cock in her hands. She proceeded to lightly move her hands up and down. Not too hard, not too soft. It was almost as if she was trying to be gentle with me. "Shoot," I replied. "Are you just saying you liked the blow job I gave you because you know it makes me feel good?" she remarked, picking up her speed on my shaft. "Or are you saying it because it's the truth?" Amber began moving faster now and with it, I was like putty in her hands. "Ooh, that feels good," I answered. "You know I'd never lie to you and that was ... oooh ... that was one of the best feelings I've ever felt." "Glad to hear it," Amber said. Amber could tell she was getting me excited now. There was no doubt that if she continued jerking me off like this, in this position, I'd explode in a matter of minutes. It's not that I didn't want her to blow me again, but damn did it suck when she took her hands off me. I think she could almost sense my disappointment, too, because she made a remark which caught me off guard. "Oh, don't worry, baby," she said. "I haven't forgotten about your request." With that, Amber stood on her tippy toes and leaned into my ear, gently nibbling on it. "Tell me you want me to suck your cock," she said, taking my dick in her hands again. "What?" "Tell me you want me to wrap my thick, juicy lips on your cock again," she repeated, this time with extra emphasis. "Tell me how bad you want me to suck that cock of yours." "Oh, I want it bad," I replied, in a trance. "I don't believe you," she said. "No, seriously, I'm so fucking turned on right now," I replied, the anticipation killing me. "I want you to get on your knees, take my dick inside that pretty mouth of yours and suck until I say I'm satisfied." "Oh yeah?" she said. "Well, I guess I shouldn't keep you waiting, huh?" Amber stopped nibbling on my ears and kissed me smack dab on the lips. For a few seconds, I could feel her hands on the back of my head and feel her tongue explore my mouth. Still, I could sense she was waiting for something—like a cue or something. Then it hit me. I took her by the head, looked her in her eyes and told her what I thought she wanted to hear. "Ooh, baby, suck my cock," I said. "Please, baby, I need it so bad." Amber's eyes lit up and I could tell that's what she was waiting for. Without warning, I watched her knees bend ever so slightly. She started to descend, kissing my chest as she made her way to the floor. When her knees hit the ground, she adjusted herself a little closer to me, taking me in her hands and looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. "OOH, you like that sexy?" she asked. "Yeah, keep going," I replied. "Let me feel it." Amber took her eyes off of me for a moment but never really lost sight. She licked her lips one last time and then darted her tongue out. It felt so good. Amber's tongue grazed the tip of my penis ever so slightly and the excitement and anticipation of what was going to happen next was almost too much to take. I watched as she lifted my member vertically, watched her look up at me again, watched her dart her tongue out to my balls. She licked my balls softly, and moved her tongue all the way from the bottom to the top of my shaft. As her head moved closer to me, I could see her lips ever so slightly. They extended over the length of my member, over the top and engulfed me. As good as her last blow job was, this one was even better. Instead of the panic I felt about what this would do to our relationship, all I could think about was the feeling, all I could think about was this sexy woman, on her knees, taking me into her mouth over and over again. I felt Amber's mouth close around me and take me in and, in a flash, watched her head move up and down. She lifted her right hand back up and began pumping me while she sucked. It was amazing. "Oh God Amber," I exclaimed. "Don't stop." "Don't stop what?" she said, taking her mouth off of me for a second and stroking me with just her hands. "Don't stop sucking my cock," I replied. "Oh I won't baby," she said. "I want to make it nice and hard so that I can get off my knees and you can fuck me hard and fast." "Oh yeah?" I asked. "Oh yeah," she answered. "We'll worry about the lessons afterwards. But right now I need your dick inside me and I need you to fuck me with everything you've got." "OK," I said. "Just let me know when you're ready." "Oh, I'm ready when you are," she said. I knew I was close but didn't want to come so I took my mind off of the fact that we were about to have sex for a second. There I stood in the doorway of my bedroom with my best friend jerking me off and sucking my dick and all I could think about was how good it felt, how wet and warm her mouth was. "Oh, you suck that cock you dirty girl," I replied, reaching down to feel her tits. "Yeah, just like that." I watched Amber move her head faster and faster. I could feel her lips scrapping across the tip of my penis. "Go all the way down," I instructed. She did, taking as much of me as she could and stopping. I could feel her throat relax now, feel her tongue below my shaft, licking softly. "I think I'm ready," I said, my erection being back to the size it was when I first came in her mouth. "Oh yeah?" she answered, taking me in her hands once again. "You ready to put this nice, big, fat cock in my tiny little pussy?" "Oh, I think I am," I answered. "Are you ready for it?" "Sure am," she replied. "Then let's do this," I said. === Grabbing Amber by her armpits, I lifted her back up to her feet. For a moment, there were no words. I looked at her, she looked at me and, without saying a single phrase, we both immediately attacked each other, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth, my hands exploring her body. "God, I've wanted this for so long," she said. "Hmm, me too baby," I replied. Truth is, I've always wondered what it would like to hook up with Amber. I mean, looking at her body, how could you not? That I was a few minutes away from being inside of her still didn't process. "I want you to fuck me," she said. "No asking about my feelings, no asking about my day. Just fuck me." "OK," Amber turned her back to me and reached behind her to grab my hand. She led me to the bed and removed all the covers. Grabbing the pillows and moving them to the headboard, Amber sat down and got comfortable, her legs partly opened, her teeth biting ever so seductively on her lips. "Come here," she whispered. I did as I was told. Positioning myself towards the bottom of the bed, I crawled on top of Amber, our legs connecting. I looked in her eyes and saw no reluctance. I saw a woman possessed. "Do you want me?" I asked. "Oh, I do. I want you so fucking bad," she said. I kissed her on the lips again. Meanwhile, my hands moved to her thighs, lifting them apart to allow myself more room. As Amber kissed me, I felt her arms wrap around my neck and connect behind me. She pulled me close to her, my left ear on top of her lips. "Fuck me," she whispered. Caressing her right thigh, I guided my right hand to her vagina. I put my index finger up to her opening and could feel the heat steaming off of it. Lightly, I caressed my finger up and down her slit, feeling the moisture cover it. I lightly poked inside and was caught off guard by how easily my finger slipped in. Readjusting myself to be more in tune to her body's position, I moved my hips to position my penis right above her opening. I took the shaft in my right hand and used the tip in much the same way I had just used my finger, caressing it up and down her opening, feeling the warmth, the wetness. I wanted to be gentle ... at first, anyway. I could feel her body shake with anticipation. It was driving me just as crazy, I could feel my calves start to tremble. I knew this was the moment. Here and now. There was no turning back. And with that, I entered. "OOOOhhhh, god," she said. Slow at first, I pushed forward with my hips, the tip of my penis pushing against the top of her vagina and slipping down, slipping into the first layer of her opening. As I felt the head of my cock enter her, the feelings of what we were doing came rushing and gushing forward. I could feel her pussy latch onto me, I could feel it hold me and pull me closer like a glove. And the wetness. Oh, god, the wetness. It was almost unreal how wet Amber got. On my first push, I got three-fourths of the way inside of her. By my second, we were developing a rhythm. I went slow at first, I wanted her to adjust to the feeling of me inside of her. That, of course, and I also didn't want to blow my load in thirty-five seconds. I pulled my dick nearly all the way out with each thrust, moving backwards until I could feel the bottom of its head make contact with her lips. I then pushed forward. It only took a few seconds for Amber and I to develop a rhythm we both liked. It wasn't too fast but it wasn't too slow. "Oh, god, Tom, I can feel it," she said. "I can feel you inside of me. Give it to me, give it to me now." As I worked my way inside of her, I could feel her hands grasp tighter around my neck. Instinctively, I watched her reach out to kiss me. I leaned in closer to her, my arms holding me up and supporting my full weight, and our lips met in a tangled mess of tongue, saliva and passion. "Ooh, just like that," she said. "Just keep doing that." Our lips locked again, this time our tongues colliding inside of her mouth. With each thrust inside of her, I felt her tongue hit mine. I could feel my hips pumping now, faster and faster. In my head, I could count the movements. I'd say the words to myself "In, in, in, out, out , out," I could feel her legs tightly wrap themselves around me. Her arms, connecting on my neck, broke off and moved to my back. I could feel her dig her finger nails into my back, the rush of endorphins only enhancing what was a feeling of total bliss. "Hmm, you like that?" I asked. "Oh, fuck yeah," she said. "Give it to me. Give me that fucking cock. Make my pussy explode on your dick." I pulled back a little bit, and with my right hand, grabbed hold of my cock again. I pushed back enough to break the lock her legs had on me and moved my cock back out to her opening, up and down, feeling the warmth, feeling the wetness. I let go of my dick and plunged it deep inside of her. My hands free, I grabbed her legs and lifted them up, the act making her pussy close tighter around me. Never breaking stride, I lifted both her legs so that she was virtually in a sitting position, her toes near my mouth. I thrust inside of her quickly now, the speed increasing with every thrust. I could feel my balls slap against her ass, the noise not loud enough to hear from another room but loud enough to hear from where I was standing. I grabbed both of her legs with my left hand, wrapped them tightly together near my face and, with my right hand, moved my fingers back to her pussy. Massaging the top of her mound, I could feel her clit with my thumb. I tried my best to time my touching of her pussy with my thrusting inside and, whatever I was doing, she was loving it. "Oh, god, Tom," she said. "What are you doing? That feels so damn good." "I thought you might like it if I massaged your pussy while I fucked you," I said. A Little Friendly Advice Ch. 02 "That's good," she said. "That's really good. It's almost like a double impact of pleasure." "So you like it?" I asked. "I do," she replied. "You want to come for me baby?" I asked. "Soon," she said. I watched her move her hands over head and comb through her hair. "Tom," she asked, almost nervously. "Yes?" "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked. "No," I replied. "I think you're fucking gorgeous." "Hmm," she moaned. "Give me that dick Tom. Fuck me hard, oooh, fuck me," I could feel her pussy thrust up to meet me and, within seconds, we were fucking harder than we had before. "Tom?" Amber asked again. "Do you like that?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, do you like it when I thrust up and meet you?" she said. "I like missionary position but I always feel like I could be doing more when I'm having sex this way. I don't want to just sit here, I want you to feel as good as possible. Ooh ..." "No, it's good," I replied. "It turns me on, it makes me think you're really into it." "I am," she said. "I really am. You're so damn ... ooh ... good at this." "Am I?" I asked. "I'm glad you like it because it's getting harder and harder for me to resist the urge to come inside of you right now." "Oh, you want to come?" she asked. "Don't worry. I'm close. Umm ... yeah ... like that." I let go of her legs and go back to being positioned directly above her. I could feel my legs sprawl out on the bottom of the bed, my toes curling in excitement. "Let me ask you something, Oooh ..." I said, my breathing becoming a bit labored. "Am I going fast enough for you?' "Oh, it's perfect baby," she said. "It's not too ... oooh ... fast that I'm missing every thrust but it's not ... ooh ... slow enough where it's too long ... oooh ... before I feel you enter me." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, for a woman, the best part of actual ... ooh ... sex is the feeling of penetration ... oh," she said. "The thing you want ... umm ... to do is focus on the first few centimeters of my pussy, the nerve endings ... ooh ... are all there and when you ... ooh ... thrust inside ... fuck, that feels good ... the feeling of the top of your ... ooh ... dick brushing past our lips is what brings us ... yes, oh yes ... closer to orgasm." "So like this?" I asked, grabbing my dick again and focusing on thrusting just in the first few inches of her pussy. I would feel the top penetrate her and pull back, feel it penetrate her again and pull back again. "Oh, god, that's good," she said. "And what about this?" I asked, doing the same motion but this time rubbing her pussy from the outside at the same time. "Oh, yeah, keep doing that." I kept this rhythm up for a little while, not going too deep, and thrusting quickly while rubbing her. She seemed to like it. I could feel her pull me closer to her again and, like we had when we started, she wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed me deeply. "I'm going to come soon," she said. "Can you hold off?" "Definitely," I said. "Just try not to take too long. I don't know how much more of this I can handle." With those words, I felt a renewed passion deep inside of Amber. I could feel her hands dig into my back again, her pussy thrusting up to meet me even faster. Then something I didn't expect to happen happened. As I entered her, like I had countless times now, I felt something strange. It's hard to explain but it almost felt like she was revving up, if that makes sense. She stopped thrusting up to me and starting thrusting away. I could feel her pussy slow down, which I took as my cue to slow down. "No, don't stop," she said. "I'm close ... ooh ... really close." I resumed my speed, each thrust a little faster, albeit a little gentler. "Fuck me Tom," she said. "Fuck me, fuck me. Oh, god, I want to feel it." "Yeah," I said. "You want it?" "Oh god yea," she said. "I'm so close. I'm so close. Give me it ... ooh, slam that cock in my tight pussy baby ... give me every inch of it ... ooh yeah ... oh yeah ... I want it. I want it. Make me cum baby, make me ... ooh ... make me cum." "I want to," I said. "I want to feel you. I want to feel that pussy of yours. Come on baby, come for me." She took my hand off her and moved her left hand to her pussy, mimicking what I was doing. I felt her knuckles against my chest as she twirled her fingers over her clit in a clockwise motion. "Fuck yeah," she said. "Faster, faster, faster ..." With each word, Amber picked up speed. She was literally talking quicker than I've ever heard her before. "Faster," she said. "Faster ... ooh god ... oooh, oooh, oooh ... god ... oooh ... yeah, yeah, yeah, that's it ... ooh." I could feel her thrusting again, this time with reckless abandon. "Yeah," she said. "That's it. Oh, yeah, yeah, here it is ..." I could feel her starting to shaking a little bit on my dick. I had a feeling she was about to come. "Oh, Oh, oooooh," she moaned, letting out a light gasp. I felt Amber's pussy close tightly on me and then let go. A rush of liquid hit me like a wave. In that instant, I knew that I had given her an orgasm. Her thrusting started to slow down now. She resumed a slower pace. "Fuck that felt good," she said. "Oh, god, Tom, that was the best orgasm I've ever had." "Oh yeah?" I asked. "Should I stop?" "No, no," she said. "I want you to come. I want you to fuck me until you're ready to come." "Ok," I said. "But should I pull out?" "Yea," she said. "Pull out right when you're ready to cum." "Ok," I said. "Can I ask one small favor?" "Yeah, sure," she said. "Anything." "Can I fuck you doggy style?" I asked. "I want to see that ass of yours." "Oh yeah?" she asked. "Do it." I pulled out of Amber and that took all the willpower I had. In an instant, I lifted her to her knees on the bed, spun her around and looked at her perfect ass. She bent over and lifted her butt into the air. She placed her head on the pillows, turned it to the side and said, quite possibly, the sexiest words I've ever heard. "Give it to me," she said. "Fuck me right now." I grabbed hold of my dick again, lifting it up and down her opening and, without wasting any time, slipped right in. "Ooh, yeah," she said. "That's it. Fuck me." I couldn't believe how good this felt. I lifted her left leg a little bit and held onto it with my left arm. Plunging deeper and deeper inside of her, I knew I was close. "Yeah, baby," she said. "You like that?" "I do," I replied. "I love it." "Fuck my pussy," she said. "Slam it inside." I started thrusting like a man possessed. I could feel my hips moving like a machine and with every push, I knew I was getting closer and closer. "I'm almost there Amber," I said. "Shut up and fuck me," she laughed. "Fuck me hard, fuck me like you know you want to. Give me that cock." I grabbed Amber's tits from behind, cupped them softly. I knew this was it. "Oh god, I'm there," I said. "I'm ... gonna ... I'm gonna ... cum," "Do it," she said. "Fuck me and cum baby. Let me feel you." My toes curled up again. In an instant, I knew this was it. I could feel the pressure building deep inside of me. Thrust, Thrust. I bit my lip softly. Thrust, Thrust. I could feel it shooting through my body. There was no denying it. "I'm cumming," I said, pulling out and shooting my load onto her back. "Oh, god, I'm cumming." Without missing a beat, Amber spun around and started sucking my cock again. Her lips moved up and down my shaft, milking it, taking all the cum out of me. "Shoot that load in my mouth," she said. I don't know how, I don't care how, but in that instant I was cumming like I've never cum before. It probably only last seven seconds or so but, to me, it was an eternity. By the time my orgasm subsided, I could feel a chill moving up and down my spine. I collapsed in a heap on the bed, my breathe labored. "God, what a feeling," I said. Amber turned back around to face me, and wrapped her body in my arms. "That was intense," she said. It was in that moment that I knew things were going to be great for us. I knew, right then and there, that this was the start of something I'd never forget. "Thank you," I said. "Thank me?" she said. "For what?" "For teaching me what it's like to have good sex," I said. "Honey," she replied, laughing. "You ain't seen nothing yet." To be continued (maybe)... If you would like to see the story progress, please email me with your comments and/or suggestions. The more replies I get, the more motivated I will be to continue writing. Thanks. A Little Friendly Advice "Give me every last drop," she said. I felt her hands milking me, coaxing every bit of cum they could get. Where it was going was anyone's guess. As I felt my member slowly starting to shrink, I watched her intently. She took her lips off my dick and swallowed, something I had never seen before (in real life anyway). "Oh, that was hot," she said. Amber licked her lips and sat back on the couch as I tried to figure out what the hell just happened. "Jesus, that felt so good," I replied. "Really?" she asked. "I've always wondered if I was too slutty while giving head. I mean, the whole eyes things, the dirty talk." "No, it worked," I said. "That was the best blowjob I've ever gotten." "Thanks," she said. "But seriously, what the heck was that for?" "Well, I just wanted to see what you thought of how I gave head and, plus, seems like you got your confidence back." "I guess so," I said. "So, what now?" "I suppose it's your turn to ask for advice." She said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You said you wondered if you were pleasing Ashley right?" she asked. "Well, if you want, I could critique you." "You mean we'd have sex?" I asked, still dumbfounded. "No, it's not sex," she said. "Think of it as a practice run." With that, Amber got up, took her shirt and bra off and started unbuckling her jeans while heading to my bedroom. "So, do you want my help or not?" she asked. To be continued (maybe)... If you would like to see the story progress, please email me with your comments.