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The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 01

By: BlueNotes



The first time I saw my new neighbors they were sunbathing together by their pool. I could hear voices and laughter. I use to resent the way sound traveled so easily from the yard next door up to my window. The previous owners were an older couple who often sat outside by the pool and jabbered and complained about everything under the sun. Even with the window shut tight I'd have to leave my own bedroom to avoid their annoying voices. 

Now, with my three sexy new neighbors, I wanted nothing more than to leave my window open and let the breeze flow in, sit in my favorite chair, and listen to everything they said just like they were right here in my room sitting next to me. Music drifted up and then more laughter and a girlish voice.

"Mom, stop it. The man next door will see me."

"Oh honey, don't be silly. He's not even home. The real estate agent said he travels a lot and is hardly ever around. Besides, I'm sure he wouldn't be interested in your little titties."

"That's not what I mean, Mom. Plus, gross! I just don't like being naked where everyone can see. Even if there's no one to see."

Then I heard a third voice. Amber, the older daughter.

"That doesn't make any sense, Megan."

"Like you would know! You're as pervy as mom."

"There's nothing bad about laying out by your own pool in your own backyard. Plus, mom didn't say get naked, she just suggested you pull your top down and let your nips get some sun. Who cares if some guy is watching. That's his problem."

"Exactly," the mother said. "This is our house now. This is our pool and we'll do as we please."

"Okay, I'm outta here," Megan said.

So far, I had only a very limited amount of information on my new neighbors. About two weeks ago I managed to run into the real estate lady as she was taking down the for sale sign. I made the usual pretense of being concerned about noise and having good neighbors, but all she would tell me is that they were a very nice family, great credit (the sale went right through!), a divorced mother and her two teenage daughters, one eighteen and a senior in high school and the other nineteen and a freshman in college.

I stood up and looked out the window just in time to see Megan get up and strut around the pool, glancing up at my window with a sexy pout and a smirk on her face as she went, her little bottom encased in a skin-tight, one-piece, purple swimsuit. I was startled. Could she have seen me? And why was she smirking? 

I felt a little guilty watching her through the blinds like I did what with my cock all stiff inside my pants. Still, she is eighteen, I reasoned. She may not look it but she is of legal age. She can vote and join the army, for example. Or, if she wanted, pose nude for magazines and internet webcams. Take selfies in her little bra and panties and post them to Facebook. Undress in her second floor bedroom directly across the way from my bedroom. Maybe stand at her window and pinch her nipples and rub her bald pussy while I stand not thirty feet away, watching her and stroking my cock until I squirt my cum in white streaming ribbons out the open window and onto the grass below.

Or maybe not. Anyway, I was thinking all those things could happen and, you know, it would be totally cool because she's eighteen now and I could never be considered out of line for thinking about her tight little body in such a blatantly sexual manner. It's not like anyone would blame me for thinking such thoughts. Megan could be a runway model if she chose: tall and lean with long wavy auburn hair, full pink lips, extra long athletic legs, and the tightest, firmest little bottom you could imagine. She would be perfect if only she weren't so uptight about exposing herself, peeling her swimsuit down like her Mom suggested, and sunbathing topless.

Danielle and Amber, however, had no such inhibitions. Danielle, the mother, I estimated to be in her late thirties, and really just an older, filled out and voluptuous version of Megan. Amber, on the other hand, is a real life vision of my fantasy dream girl, straight blonde hair down to the middle of her back, full lips and a beautiful smile, and her tiny waist made the rest of her body seem even more curvaceous. She had a little sparkle at the corner of her mouth just above her lip. It must be a piercing of some kind and it made her seem just a little more dangerous and dirty sexy. 

They were both stretched out and topless, their respective red and pink bikini tops strewn on the coffee table between the matching linen fabric chaise lounge chairs. From my vantage point I could see Danielle rubbing lotion into her gorgeous 34D breasts.

"Look Amber, our tits practically match. I think mine are still pretty perky. Look how high my points are, they stick straight out. What do you think?"

"I see them," Amber laughed. "You've always had great tits, Mom. You need to lose the tan lines though."

"That's what I'm doing, sweetie. I just don't want to get burned. Summer's just getting started."

With that she squirted another white glob of lotion on each breast and started rubbing it in, carefully giving extra attention to her nipples. She cupped her breasts, kneading them, holding them and admiring them, so pretty and so pink, the nipples now so hard and erect.

I sat back down into my chair. If this is what summer is going to be like my cock is going to get every day workouts, I smiled to myself. I was in a daze. My head felt like it was filled with cotton. What kind of luck was this for an aspiring voyeur to have these sexy girls for my new neighbors!

I've been living alone for a several years now and have developed a regular ritual when I masturbate. It's always either in my bedroom or on the couch downstairs in my living room, wherever the sunlight is the most intense. I love the sun shining in on me. In the mornings it's my couch, but afternoons it's the plush cocoa-colored chair in my bedroom. I like to lay out a soft white towel, fold it over once and place it on the cushion, strip naked from the waist down, and bask in the sunlight. In my bedroom the sun streams in through the slats of the blinds in alternating strips of light and shade. 

Sometimes I'll wear a white dress shirt and strategically cover my cock with the shirt tails, playing with my penis underneath, gently rubbing the head until it starts to harden. I like a mix of lubricants, equal parts lotion, conditioner and baby oil, which helps turn my hands into a warm and welcoming pussy. When I start to get an erection I'll unbutton my shirt until I'm completely exposed, my hard cock glistening in the sun. I love how the head of my penis turns purple and glistens and shines in the sun.

So there I was, hand fucking my beautiful cock, moaning to myself, coaxing the shaft to get still harder in my hand, thrusting and stroking with one hand and poking the head into the palm of my other hand. My climax was building, nearing that intense point of no return, that point where I'll sometimes get too verbal, calling out to my cock, fucking myself with a fury, demanding the spray of hot sperm to show itself. Here I was now on the verge of exhilaration, of white cream and silvery shudders, when the voices of my questioning neighbors put the brakes on my frenzy.

"Did you hear that?" Amber said, "I think I heard something," she whispered.

She couldn't know I could hear her whispering as clear as if she were speaking to me. In a way, I think she was.

"What? Did my phone ring? I think it's in my purse somewhere."

"No, Mom. From next door. I think up at that window."

"I didn't hear anything, Amber. Like I told Megan, no one is home over there. Now stop trying to kill the mood. It's so nice out here. Let's just relax and enjoy the sun."

"Well, I hope not, I hope he's not up there watching me, cause I want to get naked and work on my panty lines," Amber said. 

She emphasized the word 'naked' almost like she wanted me to understand that getting naked was exactly her intention.

"Go ahead and do what you want, dear. I'm sure no one's there."

"How old do think he is? You know, the man next door."

"Somewhere in his thirties. Why?"

"I was just wondering. Never mind. . . That was him working out in his yard when we drove by the other day, right?"

"I believe so."

"I thought he looked about twenty-nine!"

"Don't go there, Amber. He's definitely too old for you. More my age."

"I liked him. I think he smiled at me."

"We don't need any more trouble, Amber. We just moved in."

"Megan's the troublemaker."

"Okay, honey, if you say so."

"Mom, why do always take her side?"

"I'm not taking anybody's side. It has been more than a year now, Amber. I think it's time you two start acting like sisters again."

"Not going to happen mom."

"Amber, all this drama with Megan wears me out. It's getting late. I think I'll just head inside. Don't forget you have to go shopping later for dinner. You should get going by four."

"Alright. Just give me a few more minutes."

Their family talk was interesting, but it had started to dampen my enthusiasm. What was happening out there? Did Amber really hear me? And when had she seen me? I guess by working out in my yard she meant last week when I was putting in a new walkway to my front door. Anyway, I know I should have quit right then, just walked away to my bathroom to clean up and get dressed, but I couldn't help myself. I had to see them again.

Amber was standing with her back to me watching Danielle, her still topless mom, walk toward the house, her nipples still hard and her milky white globes proudly bouncing and jiggling with each purposeful step. She really was a beautiful woman, a gorgeous fleshed out vision of masturbatory delight. 

Then she was gone and my attention went back to Amber and her backside, now on her tip toes, her arms stretching languidly above her head, reaching for the sky. Then slowly and methodically she reached down to her pink bikini panties, she grabbed hold of the thin fabric at each side, and wiggled them down and over her bare ass, the cheeks firm and ripe, and then down her sinewy legs until she stepped out of them, completely and gloriously naked. 

Nineteen years of firm, tight and toned sexual perfection. She inspected what she had called her panty lines, little half-inch white strips across her hips and just above her brown apple bottom. I gasped for breath as I imagined kissing and furrowing deep into that sexy little bottom, but then too quickly she was turning, turning all the way around, her rosy brown nipples coming into view, and then the sweetest gift she could give my eyes, her little bald pussy. 

She was practically showing it off, thrusting it out and bending over to inspect her smooth shaven pussy mound, actually running a finger along her cunt lips, and then slowly and gingerly as if she were petting the tiniest baby kitten, she gently inserted the knuckle of her index finger into her tight little cunt, then the full length of her finger, she was now playing with her pussy right out in the open air, finger fucking her cunt and she didn't care who could see her start to glisten at her slit, she opened her vagina to my eyes and it was all too much. 

I don't know, I must have moaned again or made some kind of sound because she looked up and somehow, I really thought I was hidden away from view, but somehow she caught my eye and we both froze, staring each other down. I saw her green eyes flash at me, blazing, like she was daring me to keep looking. Then she fluttered them closed, her face raising to the sun, her finger still moving in her pussy and me with my hand still stroking on my cock, until I stumbled back, falling into my chair, my cum now spurting everywhere, onto my chest and up into my face. I came because of Amber, because she had looked into my eyes and fucked her pussy for me, but it was my body now alone in my room covered and coated and splattered with white cream. 

In my euphoria I lost track of time, I don't know how many minutes passed, but I found myself licking my lips and absently sucking the glaze from my fingers. I was thrilled and worried and ashamed all at the same time. What would Amber do now? Would she tell her mom? Report me to the police? I was going over every option, every possible scenario I could imagine when I heard the click clack of heels on concrete and then the doorbell rang, a long pause, and then knocking and a voice. 

I had to get myself together, get dressed, and go downstairs and answer the door. I took a moment to wipe myself down with the towel, throw on some khaki shorts and button up my shirt. All of this was my doing and I had to face up to it. My new neighbors had in one sun splattered afternoon changed the course of my life. For better or for worse, I was about to find out. . .

My front door has an opaque beveled glass panel. When someone is at my door I can see the blurred but mostly unidentifiable outline of the person's body. Usually I can tell if they are a man or a woman, but that's about the extent of it. Standing at the top of my stairs I knew there was a woman knocking at my door, I just couldn't make out who it was. Most likely Danielle or Amber. Whoever it was they were not ready or willing to quietly go away. They had been knocking for at least several minutes now. 

"Hold on," I said, loud enough so I was sure for them to hear. "I'm on my way. Settle down and I'll be right there."

The knocking stopped and was replaced by incessant foot tapping. The person at my door was clearly impatient and not all happy to be kept waiting. This was not good. I was not feeling like the indiscretion at my window was going to be easily explained away. 

I sighed, resigned to my fate, and opened the door.

"It took you long enough," Megan said, not bothering with hello. "What were you doing in there?"

"I. . . I don't know," I stammered.

I was shocked to see it was Megan. Why would it possibly be her? And what was with her attitude? 

She was still wearing her skin-tight purple swimsuit and over it a short little white terry cloth robe that while safely concealing her pussy mound, only barely covered her bottom. Her robe was cinched tight at the waist and because she has a plump little bottom, it rode up a bit in back. I could see purple poking out at the hem.

"You don't know? Why wouldn't you know? Hello?" 

She said hello in the way some teenagers do when they mean, are you out of your mind? Are you really so old you forgot what you were doing? Anyway, that's what I took her hello to mean. Her mocking and humorous inflection on the word actually calmed me down a little and gave me a second to regain my composure.

"Oh, so now I get my hello," I said, smiling. Doing my best to look cool and relaxed. 

It seemed to work. Her body language eased and she smiled.

"Sorry. . . I've just been knocking for like, forever. Does your doorbell even work? Anyway, my sister said she saw you come, whatever. . . home, I guess. And then my mom says great so I have to come right over and invite you for dinner like I'm the neighborhood ambassador or something. We're the ones that just moved in! I mean, God. . . Am I right or what?"

She was talking a mile a minute, I couldn't help but laugh. But did she really pause after saying that first come? What were the implications if she did? I hoped that was just the way I heard her talk. I was transfixed by her mouth. I saw myself floating, transforming into a matchbook-sized man, and entering her lips like a lollipop.

"Okay, okay. Will you please look at me, okay?" she continued on, scolding me.

I guess she caught me staring at her sexy lips as they moved, opening and closing on me with every word. She was wearing lipgloss. At least I think she was. Maybe her lips are just naturally dark pink and pouty and shiny.

"My name's Megan. I'm your new neighbor," she said, extending her hand like she wanted it kissed, the nails polished a bright pink, her skin tanned a golden brown. "We want to invite you for dinner because, well, I don't know why, I guess because my mom wants to get to know the neighbors and you're our first victim," she said, finally pausing to laugh. 

Her eyes sparkled at me. They were dark chocolate brown eyes. Big, open, carefree eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Megan," I said shaking her hand. "My name's David. Tell your mom I'd love to come to dinner," I managed to say, almost like I meant it. Who knows, maybe I did mean it.

"Yes! I knew I could get you to come!" Megan said, obviously gloating. "Amber, that's my sister, she's ridiculous by the way, she said you'd never agree to dinner. So, thanks! You just made me twenty bucks. Ha! Anyway, dinner's at seven o'clock sharp. Don't be late."

With that, she twirled around and sashayed off. She was wearing natural cafe brown leather shooties with two inch heels.

"Oh, and bring wine if you like to drink," she said as she walked away. "We'll take care of everything else."

She walked down my walkway and across to her house like she was practicing her runway walk. She knew I was watching her, her hips swaying as she strutted, her robe riding up high and showing off flashes of her purple encased bottom with every step. She lifted her hand high and waved without ever turning around or looking back. 

"You're naughty!" she giggled and then she ran, bursting out laughing as she went.

When she disappeared I checked out my shorts, adjusted myself, making sure I wasn't too stiff to be obvious. It's okay I thought, nothing but an ordinary bulge, no reason to worry. 

My concern was more about trying to interpret some of what she said. Asking me what I was doing, why did it take me so long to answer the door, then the come thing, and telling me to look at her, and then coming right out and calling me naughty. Was it all just being flirty or were there some hidden meanings warning me of a coming disaster at the dinner I now couldn't wait to attend. It's sad, I know it is, but I was already hopelessly infatuated with Megan. What a sexy and sassy girl. I wanted to turn her inside and out in every possible way. I guess I am naughty, the things she had me thinking, everything I wanted to do with that tight little body.

The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 02



After a good long nap I woke refreshed. I showered and shaved and quickly dressed for dinner: dark brown twill shorts long enough to touch the top of my knees, another white oxford dress shirt, and brown "reef" sandals. Everybody where I live mostly keeps it casual. I travel a lot but I've lived in San Luis Obispo my entire life.

Anyway, I went down to the cellar to check on my wine collection: five bottles of dusty and questionable vintages, leftovers from a failed marriage ten years in the making and ten years done. I smiled at the symmetry. Twenty years since I'd been truly happy, the first months of the first year really our only good time together. What a waste, I sighed. We were married way too young. My wife was the wine connoisseur and this was all that was left from dozens, maybe a hundred or more bottles. What the hell, I picked the best of the bunch and hurried up the stairs and out the door, it was already closing in on seven o'clock and I had orders not to be late.

All my worries about dinner ended up unfounded and overthought. 

Amber met me at the door before I even had a chance to knock, introducing herself, she greeted me by kissing me on the cheek and whispering not to worry that our secret was still safe with her. Of course, her conspiratorial assurance was a nice relief, but it left me wondering about the 'still' part, why not leave that word out of things altogether? 

She did look stunning though. Of the three, Amber is the most classically beautiful. She was wearing a short, wispy and ruffled white cotton skirt, very low riding, so that thin white panty straps were visible at her hips. Up top she wore a floral pattern sky blue semi-sheer crop tee with lace around the plunged neckline and the cap sleeves. It hit her above the waist so the chrome stud piercing at her belly button poked out with plenty of tan skin to frame it and set it off. The sheer fabric of her top was transparent enough to see the shape of her breasts pushed up tight and snuggled together by a white lace bra. She had white sandals on her sexy little feet and her toe nails were painted bright red. 

"Let's go meet the family," she said, grabbing my arm and leading me into the house. "Or, I guess I mean, let's meet my mom. You've already met my bratty little sister. She just graduated high school but she's still very immature."

"You sound worried about her," I joked.

"Oh, I am. Believe me, she's a worry for everybody," Amber laughed. 

"Well, she's a cutie," I said, trying to sound like I thought of her as just a kid.

"Way past cute," Amber corrected me.

Megan appeared out of a doorway at the top of the stairs. I assumed it was the door to her bedroom, the place where she sleeps, does her homework, everyday stuff like that. That's really all I was thinking. I was trying to hold on to normal thoughts and not even look up at her.

"Hey David, up here," Megan said, waving. "I'm up here."

"We see you're up there," Amber said. "Where else would you be? I thought Mom told you to change your clothes. You look ridiculous."

"Well, I was going to get changed, but it's too late now," she said and started prancing down the stairs, high stepping it, like she was in a marching band.

Even when compared to Amber, Megan was incredibly underdressed: bare feet, her toes manicured, the nails frosted with pink polish, and her lower body looking spray painted with the tightest little faded yellow short shorts, so undersized she had to leave the closing button undone and the zipper's final inch provocatively unzipped; her top was a white cotton and very undersized baby doll tee, with a neon pink pi symbol screen printed on the front, and cropped so short a good six inches of tummy splashed out.

Megan was not wearing a bra. She obviously liked showing off her firm and extremely pert 34B tits, they were way up high past horizontal, and her puffy little nipples were hard, poking themselves against the thin fabric of her tee, practically begging to be set free and suckled. . . It was like the girls were trying to outdo one another with how little they could cover. 

"David, I'm so glad you could make it," Danielle said, appearing from the kitchen. "The girls have told me so much about you. I'm Danielle, you know, the mother," she said, laughing, almost blushing, with a glowing smile.

She shook my hand like we were old friends, both of her wrists decorated, grounding her in an earthy kind of way, with silver bracelets. Her thumbs and several fingers were spiced up with silver rings. She was wearing a sleek sleeveless coral-colored mini dress with some kind of complicated geometric print that forced me scour every square inch. Not in a leering way, I just like to know what I'm looking at. 

Years ago I took a few graphic arts classes in college so I'm genuinely interested in the elements of design. I decided the pattern was meant to offer a kaleidoscope of pink coral colors to help create a sense of motion and make the fabric dance. It really did make the dress look alive, like it was caressing all her curves. The dress was spandex tight with side ruching which made the whole dress scrunch up in waves and ripples all over her body. It was made to be sexy and alluring, but on Danielle it also looked elegant and sophisticated. Danielle is a knockout. 

Danielle said dinner would be ready in about twenty minutes and said I should sit down and make myself at home, or they had a study down the hallway with all kinds of books, and that if I was a reader I should check it out. Then she asked Amber to help her finish getting dinner ready. I couldn't remember doing it, but at some point I must have handed her the wine I brought because she was now carrying it back with her to the kitchen. Amber followed, looking back and rolling her eyes.

"That's really too bad, Amber," Megan said softly to herself, I thought she had a menace to her voice, or maybe it was just some kind of competitive sister rivalry, and then louder, calling after her mother. "I'll give David a tour of the house, okay Mom?"

"Go change first," Danielle said. "I told you once already."

"Okay, Mom, will do," Megan chirped.

The kitchen has a swinging door and as it closed behind Danielle and Amber, Megan grabbed my hand and quickly led me up the stairs to her bedroom. Once inside, she turned and kissed me full on the mouth, forcing her tongue inside against my teeth. 

"We don't have much time," she whispered, her lips breaking away and then pressing back into mine, kissing me again. I could taste her girlish energy. This time I kissed her back. Her nipples were hard and poking out against my chest. She eased off me an inch or two, lifted up her t-shirt, exposing her bare breasts, and began lightly brushing her nipples back and forth slowly across my shirt, then faster and pressing harder. 

"Mmm, that feels sooo good," she purred.

"Megan. . ."

She shushed me, putting a finger in my mouth, pushing her pussy against my shorts, grinding into me.

"David! You've got a big one. A boner!" Megan said. "You're bad. I knew it! Are you going to stick your boner in me, David?" She bit my lip. "I don't think we should. Bone me here, I mean! With my mom downstairs!"

I pulled away. "What are we doing?" I said. I wasn't sure what was happening.

"I don't know, David. But I'm all wet. I think I'm ready to cum," Megan said.

She stepped back a few steps, pulling her shirt back down, stretching it back over her breasts, composing herself. Still, I saw that the zipper on her shorts was completely undone, all vee'd out and showing off the very tip, just the very beginning of her pussy. And behind her, on her bedside table, I saw a little curved pink glass dildo. I don't know if she left it out on purpose for me to see, or perhaps, more likely, she was using it earlier when I first arrived for dinner, and that was why she was in the her current state of heat.

"We can't do it here. You want to fuck me, right now? That's bad. That can't happen, David. My mom told me I have to change into different clothes." She was teasing me now. Her voice throaty and hoarse. "You can watch, though. Then you have to go."

Before I could answer she was tugging at her shorts.

"These are so tight! I think I might need some help," she said, letting out a pixieish grunt. "Nope, never mind, there they go."

Her shorts slipped off her hips and fell to the carpet. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside with her foot. She was not wearing panties.

"Now for desert. Strawberry pie!" she said, pointing to her chest. "Get it? It's the pi symbol!" And then in one fluid motion she again lifted her t-shirt up, this time all the way over her head, tossing it at my feet. "See? There you go, David! That's just about all of me!" she said.

Megan stood about five-eight in her bare feet, I guessed around one hundred twenty pounds, and a taught 34-24-35. She was tanned evenly all over and her nipples were a deep cherry red. She raised her arms high above her head and twisted her hips back and forth like she wanted to show herself off from every angle, then she arched her back, pushing out her chest and moaning a sexy little orgasmic moan, she closed her eyes and began rubbing on her nipples pinching them between her fingers, clearly getting off on her show, excited to be exposing herself. 

She then put her hands down, widened her stance slightly and placed the flats of the fingers of each hand carefully on the inside of each inner thigh, she opened her eyes, looking straight at me as she thrust her pelvis out and opened up her pussy. She coaxed me closer, telling me she wanted me to get a better look. She was waxed clean so I had a clear view of every perfect little inch. 

"Oh David, my lips don't normally show off like this," she said matter-of-factly. "But I wanted you to see how pink they are. Oh God, I'm so wet David, see how I'm all wet inside for you. Look at me, look at me, David. My cunt David, look at my cunt."

She shuddered in her cumming, moaning, way too much moaning. I was worried now, I thought she was getting too loud, I wanted to tell her to stop but I couldn't, she had to slow down and finish on her own. She finally did finish, at least I think she was finished, because she slowly stood up straight again. Her whole body glistened, goosebumps on her legs and her arms. An awkward moment passed as we just looked at each other, then she stepped in and hugged me. 

"You're bad," she whispered. "You shouldn't have made me do that."

I wanted to tell her things, nice things, she felt so small now in my arms, but then I suddenly thought that I heard voices downstairs. I was sure I heard voices.

"Okay, that's it," she said, backing away. "Showtimes over," she giggled nervously. "That's all of my pussy. That's everything I have for you, baby. Now you show me what you've got."

"Seriously?" I said. My throat was dry. I could barely speak. Never in my life had I even imagined such an impossibly impractical but sexy pussy show. "You want me to get undressed here, with your mom and sister downstairs? I thought I just heard voices."

She looked at the clock on her bedside table.

"It's only been just over ten minutes. We still have time," Megan said, her breathing now normal, suddenly she was sounding very calculating, the intimacy we just shared was over. 

"For all they know, I'm up here alone and you're off exploring another part of the house. Just pull your pants down. I think I should know what I'm getting myself into. What happens if you're too big for me? Or too small and I can't get turned on? If you want to put it in me, if you want to fuck me David, you have to show me first. That way I can make up my own mind. I don't want to start something I might not want to finish. It's not like we're going to do it now, anyway. I just want to be able to plan ahead. I showed you David, now you have to show me."

I didn't question her anymore. The girl can talk. Anyway, somehow the crazy scene was starting to make sense. She wanted to see me like I had seen her. I guess it was that simple. . . I unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the floor. I was standing in front of Megan in my boxer briefs. I didn't have a full on erection anymore, but I was getting it back, my cock was pushing up against the pouch.

"Okay, okay, it's fine, David," Megan stammered. She was flustered and blushing. "Don't show me anymore. You just better not, you know, hurt me with that thing."

"It doesn't really get much bigger," I said. "Maybe a little more than seven inches when it pokes straight up to the ceiling."

"Okay! I said okay," Megan said. "You don't have to show me. You're embarrassing me. You'll just have to wait until I'm ready for you to show me more."

"Sorry, I thought. . . I don't know." My mind was whirling. After everything we just went through, now she was embarrassed? 

"Don't worry," Megan said, her voice relaxing, trying to sound soothing. "I don't know either, I just got nervous. My mom's right downstairs. Everything's fine. We'll make a plan and everything will be perfect. Now go on, I have to get dressed."

I left her room, went to the landing at the middle of the stairs, and sat down. What a messed up and crazy turn of events. 

Not even a minute passed before Amber was leaning into me, her hands resting on my knees. I guess I was in shock. I wasn't even surprised to see her appear out of nowhere, her face almost touching mine.

"What's going on?" she whispered.

"What's going on?" That was the best I could do. Stupidly repeat her question.

"What's all the noise?" she said, still whispering.

"I think Megan's singing," I said. 

I could hear her now, in her bedroom, it did sound like she was singing.

"No, I mean earlier," Amber said. "Did you guys have a fight?"

"A fight?"

"The last guy my mom was dating, back when we lived in Santa Barbara, Megan got into a big argument with him. It was pretty funny, actually. But that was it, he had to leave."

"I'm dating your mom?" 

It sounded like she thought this dinner was meant to be a date with her mom.

"What?. . . No, that's not the point. I mean were you and Megan fighting?"

"No, of course not," I said. "I've just been waiting here for her. She's making noise up there, all on her own."

"Alright. Okay, then. Good."

"What's up? Are you guys talking about me?" Megan said, already walking down the stairs.

"Nope. I just came out to say dinners ready," Amber said.

"Alright. I'm starved!" Megan said, walking past the both of us, winking at me over her shoulder.

She had changed into a full turquoise box-pleat skater skirt, hitting her mid-thigh. Her top was a white flutter sleeve blouse. It had a loose, easy fit, but with a deep v-neck and a sheer front panel with crochet embroidery, it was, if anything, more revealing than her baby doll tee. Quite obviously, she was still not wearing a bra and, again, no shoes.

The main course for dinner was a creamy artichoke lasagna with garlic and basil and loaded with parmesan and ricotta cheese and sprinkled with pine nuts. Danielle's mother is Italian and the lasagna was her recipe. It was heavy on the garlic but very flavorful. I liked it. The wine was flowing for everyone, the girls were limited to one glass apiece, but Danielle and I were well onto the second bottle before dinner was done. 

Throughout dinner, Megan, though sharp and playful and as talkative as ever, was now a studious schoolgirl explaining her studies and her plans for college. At one point she started to scratch at my feet from across the table with her bare toes and then, slouching lower in her chair, she walked her toes up my shin to my knee before her mom looked over at her, not knowing what she was doing, but still telling her to knock it off and sit up straight. Megan smiled mischievously, looking straight at me wide-eyed as if to say: that's not me mister, you're just naughty to think that's me.

Fortunately, Danielle went off on a long explanation of the family history and how they came to live here next to me with her sexy daughter tormenting me from the other side of the table. Well, she left out the part about Megan, but her talking did settle things down for the rest of the meal.

After desert, Danielle and I went outside alone, sitting on her patio, both of us sipping the last of the wine and looking out at the pool shimmering in the moonlight. Megan and Amber were inside cleaning up and washing dishes, working hard to be dutiful daughters. 

I looked past the pool across the cedar fence to my house and my bedroom window above, scrutinizing the probability of my being seen through open blinds, from here to there, as if it were still daylight and Amber were still naked just a few short feet from where I was now sitting next to her mother.

It seemed like a dream now. How she had played with her tight little pussy, reveling in the raw power of her sexuality, literally putting her bald pussy on display by finger fucking herself, nursing her clitoris out of hiding and making it poke out into the open air, while a man, then a complete stranger, was up there at the window showing himself right back at her, all of his hard and fully erect cock, then grabbing it with both hands and thrusting it and fucking it for her, wanting nothing more than to shower her with cream, send it all cascading down on her, a hot sperm bath for her to soap into her breasts, letting it drip off her perfect nipples, and rubbing it into her tummy and then down and over and into. . .

"David?. . . Hey there. Did I lose you?" Danielle was saying. "You look lost in something. Tell me what you're thinking," she said, laughing. "Tell me all your secrets."

"Oh. . . um, it's nothing. Sorry about that," I said. "I was just thinking you're so lucky to have such great daughters. My wife and I never had children and now, I think it's probably too late," I said, my words trailing off, sounding more melancholy than I meant. I was still unfocused and daydreamy. The crazy thought of falling in love with Amber floating in my head.

"Well, you're still young enough to enjoy life, David. What are you, fifty?"

"Thirty-eight," I said. Slightly offended, not understanding she was joking.

"I was kidding!" Danielle laughed. "You look young, much younger than even thirty-five, that's a fact, and you're still in great shape and you have such beautiful curly hair." She pinched my bicep. "You know what? I'm thirty-eight as well. That has to be kismet! We should have sex right now. I mean it! You think I'm joking?"

We looked at each other. I really could not tell if she was kidding. Is everybody in this family just crazy and over-amped sexy? I was seriously confused. Then, Danielle burst out laughing.

"Wow. . .am I tipsy or what?" Danielle said. "I'm sorry, David. You look overwhelmed. . . We can save the sex for tomorrow. No problem."

She smiled, her eyes a little glazed. I wondered if she was joking about the sex or if she would even remember this conversation in the morning.

"That sounds like a plan," I said. "I'm going to mark that down on my calendar when I get home."

"You better, sweetie," she said. She put her hand on mine, absently stroking my knuckles with her thumb and fingers. "This is nice," she said. 

Then, just like that, the subject veered back to her daughters.

"You know what, I should apologize for Megan. I told her to change before you came over. Megan can be such a little tease. I hope she didn't bother you with her preening. And what she changed into wasn't much better."

"She's just being herself," I said. "I really get a kick out of her." 

I wondered if that sounded right. Maybe too much like I liked what Megan was wearing. Like it was making me hard right now just thinking about her undressing in her bedroom and showing me her pussy.




The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 02



"Well, if she does it again, just tell her to stop." Danielle advised, sounding pretty sober now. "That's what I do everyday. She's just testing her limits. Did I tell you she's still a virgin?"

"Mom! I mean. . . What the fuck?" Megan was standing in the open doorway. Now walking out onto the patio. Then standing right next to me with her hands on her hips.

"Watch your language, young lady." Danielle said. "Be nice. It's rude to talk like that."

"Just don't tell everybody my business, okay? It's embarrassing! I mean, come on. Jeez, Mom!"

"You're right. It's alright, now. I'm sorry, baby. Really."

Megan looked at me. Her cheeks blushed red. She looked over to her mom, holding her gaze until Danielle looked away, then she turned back to me and smiled, scrunched up her nose and gave me a sly wink, before suddenly tuning on her bare heels and heading back into the kitchen, sticking her bottom out as she closed the the sliding glass door. 

I was worn out and about to call it an early evening, ready to make my excuses and head home to bed; instead, just as Megan went in the door, out came Amber. She was now dressed to go out for the evening. A tight ribbed tan dress made with some kind of stretchy knit fabric that showed off all her curves. It came down to about mid-thigh but still managed to show off her long tanned and toned bare legs to great effect. The top of the dress was held up by thin spaghetti straps that actually looked more like bra straps than ones made for a nice dress. They helped give the dress a nice slutty edge.

In fact, the entire top of the dress, what there was of it, looked exactly like a bra, a delicate lacy floral pattern with a deep plunge and much more transparent than the rest of the dress, it made me want to focus and do a careful exploratory search for the outline of Amber's nipples. She had glitter on her cleavage and I felt like with a good wiggle or an arch of her back, her perfect breasts might just pop right out. 

She had on really sexy black Louboutin pumps with four-inch heels and, strangeIy, for the first time I noticed she had a tattoo on the top of her right foot, four tiny little stars in a haphazard swirl. She twirled around on the patio, showing her body off from every angle, lights reflecting off the water in the pool and shining up her legs. I imagined the lights licking and slowly crawling all the way up and underneath her dress, finally smothered out between her thighs.

"What do you think, guys?" Amber purred. She knew she was a sexy kitten.

"That may be a little too hot, honey," Danielle said. "Where are you going?"

"Mom. Come on! I've worn this out before, several times," Amber pleaded. "We're just having a girls night out. I don't know where exactly. We haven't even decided. But no guys, I promise."

"What do you think, David?" Danielle said.

"Well, I. . . I think. . ."

"Yes, David. By all means, tell us what you think," Amber said, sounding a little angry now, like my opinion on her dress was somehow going to be definitive, like a deciding vote, and that Danielle would make her change based on my opinion.

"Honey, you asked what we thought, both of us, when you came out here."

"He's a guy, Mom. He probably wears the same shirt everyday. In fact, I think he was wearing that same shirt this afternoon when I first saw him," Amber said and glared at me. 

Was she teasing me or threatening me? 

"Well, this is actually a different shirt. I like white shirts though." I was a little panicked to be honest. Maybe a little drunk as well.

"Relax, David. I'm just playing with you," Amber cooed. "Go ahead and tell me. What do you think?" 

She twirled again, ending with her back to us, and lifted one leg, slowly sliding it up until her high heel touched the back of her other knee; the effect was to open up her thighs and ride the hem way up further on her legs, the fabric was extremely taught and she was close to exposing her panties. She turned her head over her shoulder and blew out a smokey kiss, holding on to it, leaving her lips pouted and pursed, then she started clenching and unclenching showing off by repeatedly flexing her glutes, causing the fabric to stretch even tighter across her ample bottom.

"Okay, that's enough, Amber," Danielle said. "That's just about enough."

"It's a very sexy dress, Amber." I decided to say something. Maybe help ease the sudden tension. "You wear it well, Amber. I really do like it. The top kind of looks like a bra though. Maybe that's just me."

Danielle and Amber both laughed out loud.

"It's supposed to look like a bra, David!" Amber said. "I mean, seriously?"

"Okay," I said. "I see what you mean now." I hate girl talk. Nothing you say ever comes out sounding right.

"Mom, so what is it? I've got to go. Yes or no?"

It's easy to forget, what with the way they dress and their sexuality in full bloom, Amber and Megan are still very young ladies, both needing their mother's advice or permission for even simple things like what to wear and how late to stay out. In the end, Danielle let her go. I don't think she wanted to. I think she had finally reached her limit with the way the girls were acting out in front of me, but I guess she didn't want to cause a scene. Which was fine by me. For a minute I thought Amber was angry enough to start exposing the details of our afternoon of window watching if she didn't get her way. 

Danielle and I exchanged phone numbers and made a plan for me to come over and go swimming the following afternoon. She kissed me goodnight on the lips. Nothing passionate, but it was sweet and I did feel something, I think we both did. Normally, Danielle should be the one for me, kind of obvious really, but this was not a normal day and I walked home still fixated on Amber and Megan, and only then did my desires drift to Danielle. I needed sleep. Maybe in the morning I would start thinking rationally and get my priorities back in line, back in the proper order. 

I fell into my bed without bothering to undress, the ceiling fan moving the air, making for a gentle breeze and feeling cool against my shirt which was still slightly damp from sweat. I was drifting off, almost asleep, when my phone hummed, letting me know a text message had been sent. Like most iphone addicts I keep it charging and within easy reach on a bedside table every night. I grabbed for it and read the message, the charging cord pulled tight.

"R u in bed? This is Megan." 

I guess she got my number from her mother. Probably stealing it off her phone's directory without asking. I unplugged my phone from the charger and rolled onto my back so I could more easily type my answer.

"Yes, I'm in bed." 

"R u naked? Cause I am!"

"No, too tired to bother."

Most everyone I know, kids or adults, writes like a dumbass when they text. Spelling and punctuation are thrown out the window. I like to put in a little effort. At least spell out words and throw in punctuation on occasion.

"U sound grumpy. U better save this number, naughty boy. I don't give it away to everybody. In fact, I've never given it away. Ask my mom! ;)"

What was I getting myself into? I was involved, to what extent I had no clue, with a high school girl who was now making jokes about her virginity. Texting is not like verbal banter that floats away and is soon forgotten. Text messages leave a trail. I had to be careful.

"I'm just tired. Almost asleep. Go to bed!"

"Ok I will! Did u notice I wasn't wearing panties or a bra at dinner!"

"I don't know."

"U do know! Liar! I saw u staring at my nipples."

"Ok, I saw them."

"Did they give u a boner?"

"Yes. Goodnight!"

"Goodnight! :)"

What a crazy day. In the afternoon I came at my window for Amber, who was now joking about it. At least I think she was, that or getting ready to blackmail me. Then tonight I make a swim date with her mother. Or was it a sex date? And then Megan, the wild one, was she just excited, intoxicated by the tease, or was she seriously making plans for us?



The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 03



I woke early in the morning convinced the tease with Megan was a time bomb waiting to explode. How could it possibly not be a disaster? She is simply too young and volatile. I thought my mind was made up. 

Yet after my second cup of coffee my only plan was to tell her the truth. Absurd, right? There had to be a better way. Some kind of lie that would make things easier for the both of us. Not that my feelings were decisive, a part of me still wanted a chance with Megan, I just couldn't think of a way to disarm the bomb and let the tease keep ticking. 

I was staring distractedly into my coffee when my phone buzzed. A text had arrived. At first I assumed it must be from Megan, I just don't get a lot of text messages before seven in the morning, but the number was new and her name was not attached.

"Hi, David. Can we talk?"

"I guess so. Who are you?" I texted back.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. It's Amber."

"Ok, sure. We can talk. When?"

"I'm at your door!"

With texting it's usually curt and to the point. I was sitting on my couch in the living room. Only about five steps later I was opening the door.

Amber was crying. And dressed in the same tan knit dress from the night before.

"I'm sorry, David. Can I come in?" 

I let her in and walked with her over to the couch. She sat down, crossing her legs, and I saw one of her knees was scraped, not badly, but there was some dried blood.

"First off, I don't want to bother you, I know it's early. But last night was horrible," she said. "I can't go home. Not like this."

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"You have to help me, David. I need a plan."

"I'm not very good with plans," I said. "I've been trying to come up with one of my own this morning."

"David! This is serious!"

"Okay. I'm sorry. What's going on?" 

"I was almost arrested last night!"

Short version of a long story: Amber and three girlfriends made the long drive down to Pepperdine, where they all go to school, for a party at Amber's ex-boyfriend's frat house, major drama ensues, and on the drive back, the driver, her best friend Alison, gets pulled over and arrested for DUI, the car is impounded, and Amber and the other two girls are cited for open containers before being released. Amber feels her life is now over as her license will be suspended and her mother will ground her for the rest of the summer.

"I don't think your license will get suspended for an open container ticket, Amber, you're of age and you weren't driving. Alison yes, almost for sure, but I think you just have to pay a fine."

"Well, I already lied to my mom," Amber said. "I called her at three in the morning. I told her I was at Alison's house, she lives in Santa Barbara, and that she was too tired to drive me home so I was going to stay with her and come home in the morning."

"So, what kind of plan do you need?"

"I just need to strategize. I need to know what to say when I get home."

"You mean, what kind of lie to tell?"

"No. I don't want to lie anymore. I just need to know what to say and what not to say. How to make what happened sound better."

Amber said her mom usually gets up about eight, so she would text her then, letting her know everything was fine and that she would be home by ten, thereby giving her almost three hours to call her friends and get everybody on the same page with what to tell all the parents. 

"Can I stay here till I go home?" Amber pleaded.

I told her not to worry she could stay if she wanted. I asked if she was hungry. She said she was famished so we decided she should go upstairs, get cleaned up and take a shower, while I fixed us both breakfast. I told her to use whatever she needed from the medicine cabinet and that I had just put out clean towels yesterday. 

"You're a lifesaver, David." 

She leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, then stood up and headed for the stairs. I watched her walk: her four-inch heels accentuating all her curves, arching her back and encouraging her firm breasts to poke even further up and out, the heels lifted her bottom, gave her hips a gentle sway, and hyper-feminized her already long, toned and supple legs. Amber has great calves, the muscles flexed with every step. 

She knocks that dress out, I thought, now watching her climb the stairs with her looking back at me smiling. Then she was gone. I wasn't kidding last night when I told her she wore it well. I couldn't imagine a body, any body, wearing it better. I thought about the chaos she must have caused at her frat party last night, the hearts she must have broken.

I brewed a fresh pot of coffee and made scrambled eggs with hash browns and toasted pugliese bread. It's a great Italian bread so I thought Amber may have had it before and liked it. She came into the kitchen with one of my towels wrapped around herself and tucked in snug at her armpit. She had band-aids criss-crossed on her knee.

"That smells yummy," she said. "I feel so much better."

"We'll eat and then figure out what you want to do." 

"Thanks for everything, David. I don't know where I would be if you weren't home."

After breakfast Amber went upstairs to dress. I don't know what I said but she gave me a sexy pout before she went. I was on my fourth cup of coffee of the morning. It's usually just two or three for the entire day. I think all that caffeine added to my nerves. I held up my hand and it was shaking. The reality though was that Amber made me nervous. I was thinking back to yesterday and I couldn't get the image of her undressing by the pool out of my head. 

I looked up and watched her come back down in her dress and heels and then she joined me on the couch. The morning sunlight was shining in the front widows and casting an iridescent sheen to her dress and a pearlized glow to her skin. She casually slipped one heel off her foot, and settled in right next to me, one leg tucked underneath her bottom as she sat, her knee pressing against my leg. It was still not yet eight o'clock so we had a few hours before she had to be home. 

"I feel so overdressed," Amber said. "I mean, it being morning like this and in your house and all."

"I love that dress," I blurted out. Then smiled sheepishly.

"You're so sweet." 

She reached over and held my hand. 

"I'm surprised you're being so nice to me, Amber."

"Why? Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you know, yesterday. At the window?"

"So? I was out there too. I was showing off, David. I was trying to be a bad girl. But, I'm a good girl David. I really am."

"You knew I was watching you?"

"Not at first. Then I thought I heard something. After that, I just knew you were there. I don't know. I felt it. That's really why I did what I did."

"Well, I don't know what I was doing. It's just that I've been alone for awhile now. I think I've gotten into some bad habits. Sort of lost my way."

"You don't have to explain anything. I decided last night at dinner that I like you. You're funny and shy and, you know, everything else," she said, blushing.

She looked into my eyes for a moment and smiled, then without another word she leaned over and kissed me. First on the cheek and then full on the mouth. 

"I do like you, David. I mean, I really like you," she whispered. 

She snuggled in closer still and we kissed again. She smelled like ivory soap and tasted like tangerines. She paused at my mouth, showing me the gum between her teeth, and then made a little show of swallowing it, and laughed out loud. Then she kissed me again with eagerness and passion, actually moaning into my mouth, and then she was on top of me, straddling me, her dress cinched up on her hips.

"I've wanted this all morning," Amber said, loudly. "This better be happening. Tell me it's happening."

"It's happening," I told her. "But you do the talking. And don't take your dress off. I want you in your dress."

Even as I said it, I was slipping the bra-like straps from her shoulders, dragging them down her arms, the fabric from the delicate lacy cups catching on her hard nipples before falling free. She was fuller than Megan but just as firm, 34C mounds of perfect flesh. Amber arched herself back, showing herself off, her nipples a rosy brown with tiny little red bumps scattered around the areoles. I was squeezing and kneading into her breasts, coaxing imaginary milk to squirt out for me.

Her whole demeanor had changed. From soft, now to sultry and demanding. She told me not worry about her doing the talking. If she wanted to, she told me, she could make me cum just by talking. She told me she could make me squirt in her face just by leaning in close and talking to my cock. 

"I can be a dirty talker, David," Amber said. "The best dirty talker ever. You have no idea! I just love that you want me talk to you," she smiled, but her voice was shaking. "This is just pretend, though. I like to pretend I'm a dirty girl, but I'm really not, okay?"

She thumped me in the chest with the palm of her hand before I could answer. It was playful, but it startled me. Her eyes were blazing. Liquid, deep green eyes.

"I'm a good girl, David," she said, with some teasing menace to her voice. "Tell me I'm a good girl."

"I think you're the best girl I've ever seen, Amber."

"I'm not wearing panties," she said. Everything she was saying now was loud and forceful. "I never put them back on after my shower. I knew we were going to fuck, David. I knew it the minute I walked in the door."

I didn't say anything. What was there for me to say? I liked to hear her talk. I loved the way she was talking. I pushed the hem of her sexy little dress up further above her hips, it was all bunched together now, a six-inch swath of fabric bunched up high around her waist. 

She lifted herself away from straddling me, and with her knees pressed into the cushions of the couch, she reached down and unzipped my shorts. Then she stood up, slipping off her other shoe, her sexy dress falling crumpled to the floor. She stepped out of it and tugged my shorts down and off. She threw them across the room.

"What are you doing, David? Help me get you naked!"

I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off.

"Do we need protection?" I managed to say. "I have some upstairs."

"Thanks, you're sweet," she said, suddenly much softer now, almost tenderly. "I have my diaphragm so I'm all ready to go. Don't I look like I'm ready? Doesn't my bare little pussy look like its ready, David? Doesn't my pussy look ready to be fucked? I told you. I knew this was happening. Now please, just help me with your boxer briefs, you're all hard in there, I just want to get it out."

I lifted my hips off the cushion and she stretched the elastic waistband up and over my erection, my cock springing out and pointing up at the ceiling as full and hard as I've ever seen it. Amber pulled my briefs completely off, tossing them aside with a smirk and a giggle. Then she knelt naked on the floor between my legs.

"I love your cock, baby," she cooed. "It's beautiful. I just love everything about it! And you've groomed it so nice and clean for me! It looks so suckable. So hard and ready to be sucked."

She gently started running a finger up and down the shaft, then slowly up again, swirling her finger around the head, then pinching at it and pulsing it with all the tips of her fingers and her thumb, over and over, in rhythm with my heartbeat. I was so hard, my cock so stiff with blood, she could feel my pulse and she was working along with it, then rolling her palm on the tip, now slippery with precum.

She was being even softer now, her voice dreamy and whispering.

"Don't cum on me yet," she said, talking to my cock, her lips just an inch or two away. "You have to stay hard for me. You're such a hard fucker! I could wrap both hands around you and you'd still poke out at me. Be nice to me. I have so many naughty plans for you."

I put my hands at each side of her head as much as anything to steady myself, and then I was rubbing at her temples with my thumbs and forefingers, the other fingers of each hand moving through her blond hair, messaging her scalp. 

"Mmmm, that feels so good, baby. I wish we could go like this all day."

Then she looked at me. She gave me a sexy snarl with her lips. The diamond piercing at the corner of her mouth sparkled.

"I'm a good girl, David," Amber said, looking up at me. "Tell me I'm a good girl for you. The best girl for you."

I told her she was sweetest girl ever. The best possible girl for me.

"I'm so wet, David," her voice now edging harder again. "I've been so wet for so long now. Ever since I got out of the shower I've been burning up inside and so ready to be fucked. I stood there in your bedroom looking at the bed. I knew then I wanted to be laid out and fucked hard on your bed."

I looked up the stairs and wondered how to make the move to get her there.

"I have to talk like this," Amber said, her green eyes piercing into mine. "It gives me the courage I need. Look at me, I'm trembling, I'm tingling inside myself. David, I really want to be your dirty girl. I want to be naughty and dirty for you right in front of your gorgeous cock! I want it my mouth. Force me down on it, David. Force me to suck your cock."

I eased her mouth down on me. She kissed the tip, then sucked, first just the head, then a few inches, then as much as she could take. Suddenly, she had to stop. Amber stood up and grabbed my hand. She couldn't wait any more. She could feel her pussy clinching, ready to explode. She told me to hurry, she wanted to be carried up the stairs.

"David," she whispered in my arms. "I want your cock in me when I cum. I'm starting baby. Don't let me cum without you."

I had her up the stairs and on the bed in seconds, but she was already convulsing, deep into her orgasm, and still, she managed to push me on my back and guide my cock into her fast clinching pussy. She was on top of me, riding me, grinding into me. We were holding hands, she had me pushed and pinned against the bed, fucking on me with all her passion, hard and furious, the noise ricocheting around the room.

"Oh David, fuck it all out of me!" Amber said. Her voice loud, cracked and throaty. Then much more softly. "All of me, David. Make me good, again. That's it, baby. Fuck all the bad girl out of me," she whispered.

She was spent and as she finished she opened her eyes, looking at me glazed and lovingly, slowing her rhythm down to a gentle rock.

"It's okay, darling. I'll cum again for you, I promise," Amber said. Her body sleek and glistening with sweat. "Just keep fucking me. I'm sorry, baby. I still have to be on top. I want you to keep watching me."

She couldn't help herself, she laid down onto me, her nipples rosy and tender, pushing into the top of my chest, her head against mine.

"Don't stop, David. I'm just resting. Work with me, baby," she whispered. "This is so nice, so sexy. Just fuck me gentle until I catch my breath."

I would thrust her up, moving us together a few inches, and Amber would push us back down. We rocked ourselves together in a trance of motion, a trance that went on and on. . .

"Don't fall asleep on me, Amber." I whispered in her ear. Teasing her.

"Oh, my god. I'm NOT falling asleep. Just you wait," she growled. 

"I don't know if I can."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Are you going to cum for me, David?"

"I'm getting really close."

"But I'm not ready!" She teased me back.

We both laughed.

"It just feels so good, honey. I want you to cum though."

"Thank you." I smiled.

"You're bad," she whispered. "I love your cock inside me, David. Give it to me anyway you want. I'm ready for it. I really am. Watch me, I can cum again."

She pushed her way up away from me. Sitting straight up.

"Fuck me faster, David. Fuck my tight little cunt."

She stretched and arched herself, leaning back as far as she could go, her hands reaching for the bed behind her, forcing me off the bed, my hands now behind me supporting me as well, until our positions mirrored each other in opposition, offering the perfect view.

"Look at me, baby. Look at us. Look at my cunt fucking on your cock. You're such a fucker, David," she said dreamily. "David you shouldn't do that. I'm a good girl now and you're cumming all over into me."

And like that it was over. I fell back onto the bed and she collapsed back onto my chest.

"I feel like crying, David. That was just so crazy good. I came hard and fast the first time, but the second was a much quieter, really deep, tingling cum. That's the one that makes me want to cry."

"You're something else." 

"I told you I could talk," Amber said, now cuddled in my arms.

"Talk to me like that any time you want." I told her.

"I will." 

* * * *

Amber was asleep. She hadn't slept at all last night and I felt it was a shame to wake her after less than an hour of sleeping on my bed, but she was supposed to be home by now, explaining things to her mother. I squeezed her shoulder softly.

"What time is it?" She said, yawning and stretching like a cat.

"Almost, ten-thirty."

"David!"

"It's okay. Text your mom. Tell her you're running a little late but you'll be home by eleven."

"Okay. Where's my phone?" She propped herself up on her elbows.

"It's on the night stand, with your purse and your dress. Your heels are at the foot of the bed."

I didn't sleep with her. I had sat next her for a good while, maybe twenty minutes, but for the most part I was straightening things up, getting dressed, and gathering her things together, in case she was in a hurry when she woke. She had left her phone in the bathroom.

"David, how come you're dressed and I'm naked?" Amber said. "What did you do? Did you fuck my little pussy?"

"Don't get started, Amber. You might not get home for hours."

"You promise? You'd fuck me four more hours!"

"You're delirious. You've hardly slept."

"But I don't want to go home!" she pouted.

"We'll figure something out." 

I tossed her phone on the bed, landing it next to her.

"Text your mom," I told her.

"Okay!"

"Do you want some orange juice or something?"

"Orange juice sounds good," she said, and smiled. "Let me get freshened up and dressed, and I'll be down in a minute."

She came down to me the same as before, once again in her dress and heels, this time, though, we both had goofy smiles. Everything had changed in a matter of hours. She sat down next to me, sipping at the juice. This time it felt much more natural. I wasn't nervous anymore.

"I've got a bunch of texts to answer, all from my same girlfriends, all wondering where am I and what to do. Everybody said I was at Alison's! That's good news, right?"

"It sounds like as long as your mother doesn't call Alison's parents you'll be okay. You just have to deal with your ticket."

"Hey, my mom just texted me back. She's not even home. And she won't be back til noon! Yea! One more hour, at least. You know what this means!"

"It gives you time to write a note, explaining things just the way you want and then have time to be in your own bed sleeping when your mom does get home?"

"Good idea, but not very romantic," Amber said, shaking her head. 

"You want romance?"

"Of course I do! I'm a girl!"

"I noticed."

"I really like you, David."

"I really like you too, Amber. A lot."

"You mean like four hours worth?"

"Much more than four hours."

"Woohoo! That will wear me out!"

"I think you're already worn out. You need sleep. I wish you didn't."

"Me too."

We kissed lightly over and again, barely touching skin, then we brushed our lips back and forth, finally we tried kissing with our noses, Alaskan style. Then we just rested our foreheads together.

"You have such a sexy nose, Amber."

"I know I do. I love it when you say my name. That's why I say your name so much, David. Because I love you. You know I do."




The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 03



"People don't fall in love in a few hours, Amber."

"I know. I just like to say whatever pops into my head. I like to talk. You better get used to it, David. Because I really, really. . . like you. There, I said it!"

"You realize you're crazy."

"I know."

"People get over infatuations."

"I don't."

"We'll see what you say when you're not delirious."

"What am I not saying now?" she said, giggling and laughing at herself. "I'm just so happy."

"You should let me walk you home."

"You would do that? That's so sweet. Hey, maybe you could come over and we could take a nap together!"

"That. . . doesn't sound like a good idea."

"We have some time now, David. At least half an hour. Will you carry me upstairs again? Take me upstairs and fuck me in my dress?"

"You promise not to cum before we get there?"

"David!"

When we were once again in my bedroom the sunlight was just beginning to filter in. The full force of the afternoon sun was still a few hours away. I sat Amber down on the edge of the bed.

"Lay back Amber. Just settle back and rest awhile."

"I'm not too tired, David. You better not think I'm too tired to fuck."

I knelt on the floor between her legs, her black high heel pumps still on her feet, and gently pushed her tan knit dress above her hips. She was sprawled out laying back on the bed, her bottom on the edge, her legs spread, her heels clicking against the wood floor.

"Why are you wearing your panties, Amber?"

"I thought I was going home!"

She lifted her sexy bottom off the bed, reaching for and then grabbing the straps of her panties. Coffee-colored panties. A sturdy little thong with one-half inch straps.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking off my panties!"

"No you're not. I want to. Just lie back down and let me take care of you."

"Oh my god. I'm in so much trouble," Amber said with a giggle. "David, honey, be careful with my pussy." she said dreamily. "It's my only cunt, David. My only cunt for you."

She settled back down into the bed, her arms now lifted up and folded over her face, shielding her eyes from the light. She looked so young and vulnerable.

"I'm already so wet. Take me slow, David. Don't make me come before you even get my panties off!"

I slid my hands underneath her bare bottom, lifting her off the bed, I wanted her at the perfect angle when I kissed her pussy through her panties.

"Oh fuck, David. . . Oops, sorry honey! I meant to say. . . but I said. . . what did I say instead?" she giggled uncontrollably. "No, I was right! I meant to say fuck!"

She tasted so sweet and wet through her panties. But I had to see her beautiful pussy, I wanted to see it glisten in the light, so I grabbed her panties by the straps and tugged them down, a little rougher and faster than I intended.

"Oh god, David. You ripped my panties off!"

I unzipped and pushed my shorts and boxers down together, my cock seemed to be bursting. Amber started thrusting her naked pussy in the air. I had to hold her down with both arms to get at her again.

"I'm okay. I'm okay now, honey. We can make this last awhile. That's it, just swirl your tongue around. Now kiss me, just kiss me David, kiss yourself into my pussy. Stay away from my clitty, David! Mmmm, there that's good. Now kiss me deeper."

I paused for a minute. Just to tease her a little and look her in the eyes. 

"What?" 

She looked surprised I had stopped.

"Nothing, I know what I'm doing down here though."

"Hey, it's my pussy David. I know it better than you!"

"Well, I have the better view."

"David, get back down there!"

"I'm just teasing you. Talk all you want. I like it."

"I know you do! Now kiss me deeper. And just lick at my clit. No rough stuff."

"You're getting kind of stubbly down here, Amber."

"David, that's not nice! You should be spanked! I'll do it too."

"Just saying. I like it though. Sandpapery."

"You're in trouble!"

We went back and forth for at least ten minutes more, arguing with each other and teasing each other all the way, until her instructions got more specific and more urgent. She came in waves this time with her thighs tight against my head. Then she called me up to her, tenderly wiping her wetness from my face, then kissing me full and hungry. She reached down for me and wrapped one hand tight around my cock. She asked me where I wanted it. That I could have her anyway I wanted. But by then it was too late.

"Aww, David look at you. You made a mess all over me. You should have warned me! You should have made me suck it out. Next time David, I promise." She laughed and continued to inspect herself. . . "David, look at the side of my dress," she scolded me. "I have to walk home in this! What will people say when you walk me out the door and I have cum all over my dress!"

"We'll clean it up a little and it'll just look like you spilled some wine."

"Whatever, I don't care." She snuggled into me. "Thanks, sweetie, for turning my worst day into my best day. . . I am kind of a mess though. You really splayed me out and ravaged me, David. Thanks a lot!"

"You're welcome."

She laughed and kissed me and rolled on top of me, pinning me to the bed. acting like she was all ready to go again. 

"David you do know I'm a good girl, don't you?" Amber whispered in my ear.

"The best girl. I told you already."

"Best is not quite the same as good."

"Amber, for you, they are the same."

"You're sweet, David. I just want you to know that I really am a good girl that just needs to talk herself into being bad," she whispered. "I need the extra courage to be bad. To do the things I know you want me to do. But then when I do get bad I want you to be the one to fuck it out of me, okay? Tell me you'll always be the one to fuck the bad girl out of me."

"Always is a long time."

"It's forever David."

"I know. Don't worry so much. Want to make a date for tomorrow?"

She rolled off me and onto her back.

"We'll see. I might be busy. I'm a busy girl. I'll check my calendar and get back to you."

"That sounds good. You'll let me know, then?"

"I will." 

We both just stared at the ceiling fan for a moment. "Honey, I wish we could lie here forever, but I have to get going, it's almost noon."

She got up and smoothed and adjusted her dress the best she could.

"What do you think?"

"The dress?"

"Of course, the dress! Whatever. You're paying for the dry-cleaning, David. Now walk me home!"

I grabbed my phone and we walked down the stairs, she had her heels now in one hand, her purse in the other. At the bottom of the stairs, my phone buzzed in my hand, perfect in its bad timing, and putting a final period to our blissful morning.

"Looks like you have a text, honey."

Don't be Megan, I thought. I looked down at the phone and then back up into Amber's eyes.

"It's Megan." 

What else could I say? I was looking right into her eyes.

"It's from Megan? David, you have a text from my sister?"

"She got my number from your mom. It's not like I gave it to her."

"But. . . why would you be texting with Megan? What's the deal?"

"She's been very flirty. You saw how she was at dinner last night."

"David, you have no idea what my sister will do."

"She's just a tease."

"A tease? David, she actually purposefully fucks with the wrong people, purposefully fucks them over."

"She's a virgin. I don't think she actually would. . ."

"She's not a virgin, David. Are you kidding me?"

"That's what's I was told, Amber." 

"Megan told you she's a virgin? That's really funny. When did this all happen?"

"Well, no, your mom is the one who told me, but it is kind of funny, because Megan overheard us talking out on the patio last night, so then they get into it. Megan was embarrassed, but it's not like she denied it, so I just assumed. . ."

"So, my mom tells you her precious little daughter is a virgin, Megan overhears it, and she doesn't come right out and say, 'No, Mom, I bang all over town. I'm a slut.' That's really shocking, David. I mean, really?"

"When you put it that way, it's like. . ."

"Like you believe everything you're told?"

"I don't know, Amber."

"I'm sorry. Listen, I'm sorry, honey." Amber said. "She's messed with my life before. I just don't want her to try it with us. You just don't know, David."

I was starting to think I did know. I just didn't know how much about my time with Megan I should tell Amber now, how much I should hold off on for later, and how much I should just try to forget.

"Oh great. Look David," Amber said looking out the window toward her house. "My mom's home now! She's pulling into the garage and Megan's with her. They're both home!"

"I see them."

"How will I explain myself now? They'll see me. This is a disaster!"

"No it's not."

"How can it not be?"

"Amber you don't have to explain everything to your mom. You're an adult now. A grown woman. Besides, your mom has to find out about us eventually."

"David, my mom can't find out about us, not yet! You have a DATE with her in a few hours! She likes you! I don't want to hurt her feelings. She'll be devastated if she finds out like this."

Amber burst into tears.

"Amber, there's a way to work this out," I said holding her. "We just have to find a way to make sure they don't see you walking from my house. That way you just walk in the door, if she sees you then, you tell her Alison just dropped you off, then you go to your room get changed and get some sleep. Tell her you're stressed out and exhausted. That you'll tell her all about it once you get some rest."

"I don't get it? How do we make sure she doesn't see me walking home? Then there's Megan. What about her?"

"Get dressed, Amber. Be ready to go in, like, two minutes."

I texted Megan: "Hey. You're home! Where are you?"

"What are you doing?" Amber said.

"Texting your sister."

"David, I'm already ready," Amber said. "Did you forget, honey? I never took my dress off, remember? My panties are still upstairs though."

Megan texted back: "I'm home. Duh! I texted you ages ago. Why didn't u answer?"

"Go to your back yard. I want to see you!" I texted Megan.

"U r bad!"

"Where's your mom?" I texted.

"Okay, Amber. Get ready to go," I told her.

I kissed her hard on the mouth. 

"Let me know when you get home safe. Text me, okay?"

"Okay."

Megan texted: "Mom in kitchen putting groceries away. Why? What do u want to do!"

"Alright, go now." I told Amber. "The coast is clear."

"David?"

"You have to go now, Amber."

She put her hand against my chest and turned around, running out the door.

I went up the stairs to my bedroom window.

"I want to see you! I'm at my window. Above your pool." I texted.

I saw Megan walking out onto her patio.

"So here I am, what's up?" she texted.

I waved to her. Was she really as conniving as Amber said? She looked pretty innocent down there waving up at me.

"Just wanted to say hello."

"That's it? Ur funny. Watch this!"

She twirled around in a pirouette next to the pool, her phone clutched to her chest, in perfect balance. She twirled again. She was good at it. She had to have had some training, dance classes of some kind.

"Nice." I texted. "Okay, I have to go now."

"Why?" she texted back.

"Date with your mom. Remember? Got to get ready. Go to the store. Things like that."

"Okay. Be that way. Bye!"

"Okay. Bye." I texted.

With that I stepped away from the window and laid with my back down on the bed. Everything smelled like Amber; sweet and salty, like a jangled mix of flowers and an ocean breeze. My head was swirling. How could this all possibly work out?

My phone rang. A phone call, not a text. This time from Amber.

"I made it! No one even saw me come in or go up the stairs. I just ran home in my bare feet so they couldn't hear! I'm in my room now. Naked! Can you imagine?"

"I can imagine."

"I know you can! But how did you do that? Get everyone to disappear, I mean."

"I had to flirt with Megan, trick her to go outside and tell me where your mom was."

"Yeah? Well, it worked! No more flirting with my sister though. Okay?"

"No problem."

"David, why did you want me to text you, instead of calling?"

"I wasn't sure if you'd be alone, you know, so that no one could hear."

"Well I am alone."

"I know. I'm glad you called instead."

"I'm whispering now just in case."

"Good idea."

"So when can I see you?"

"I'm coming over in a couple hours, Amber."

"But I have to sleep!"

"Can you get away tonight? We need some time to talk and figure things out. Everything has become. . . complicated."

"That's just what I was just thinking! After my mom goes to sleep, maybe around eleven, I can sneak out and spend the whole night with you. We could sleep together!"

"That sounds like. . . a really good idea."

"Good! I hear my mom on the stairs! I have to go now. Bye, David."

I wanted to say something but she had already hung up. I knew I was in trouble. Amber had my feelings pounding in my throat. 

When I made the swim date with Danielle I was sure I was acting in good faith. I really did think she should be the one for me. My best chance to get back to a normal and a healthy way of living. It seemed to me we had a lot in common; we're the same age, we got along great at dinner, we both like to read, and our personalities seemed to mesh. Then there's Megan. In the morning I was convinced she was a disaster waiting to happen, I just hadn't thought through to the best way to ease away from her. And all that was before Amber. Now everything is a much more delicate dance. How to keep my feelings for Amber suppressed so as not to hurt Danielle, then the major problem, and the cause for my anxiety, that my time with Megan will somehow explode into the open and shatter everything with Amber. 



The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 04



When I told Megan I had to get ready for my date with Danielle I was trying to cut our conversation short and keep my focus on Amber. I was trying in my own bumbling way to juggle all three of my new neighbors and our conflicting interests at the same time. However, as it was now approaching one o'clock, I decided I actually did need to do some shopping. There's a spacious new Trader Joe's in town with a great wine selection. I decided to get started on a new collection, the first wine I'd bought in the ten years since my divorce. I'd been living off the past for a long time now. Being with Amber felt like a fresh start.

After getting back home from shopping, I changed into azure blue broad-short swim trunks and a white t-shirt. I do freelance photography once or twice a month and bought the shirt in Oahu at the Banzai Pipeline on the North Shore a few years ago. I was shooting the Hawaii Pipe Masters surfing tournament and got the shirt because I liked the blue ocean scene graphic on the front. I'm not the most careful dresser, so when I can coordinate to even an approximate degree, I feel I've done enough. 

I was strangely tranquil now that I was out in the sun and walking over to the neighbors, I felt none of my previous anxiety, just a calm and hazy feeling that everything would be okay. 

"Nice shorts, David," Megan said. She was watering some potted plants on her front porch as I approached. 

"Thanks." I was still working out how friendly to act with Megan.

She was wearing what looked to be the same purple one-piece swimsuit from yesterday, covered with the same short white terry cloth robe. I wasn't sure about her swimsuit because I could only see a few inches of her purple encased bottom poking out at the hem of her robe. This time she was barefoot, no sexy brown shooties. Her auburn hair was pulled back and set in a ponytail.

"Do you like my new swimsuit?" she said, opening her robe and doing a twisting pose strikingly reminiscent to her pre-dinner pose from the night before. Of course then she was naked, but other than that, I had the distinct feeling she was purposively offering me a not so subtle reminder. It actually was a different swimsuit, a little purple spandex bikini with a side-tie bottom and a strappy halter top, but for some reason I decided to say the opposite of what I was thinking, the opposite of what I knew to be true. 

"Very nice," I said. "Is that the same outfit you were wearing yesterday?"

"You know it's not, David. . . Why are you acting weird?"

"I'm a little lightheaded. I forgot to eat lunch."

"Well then, you're in luck cause we have some poolside snacks. They're not actually by the pool, they're still in the kitchen just so you know, but I'll get 'em so you can relax! You should wait until after you swim to eat, though."

"Okay, Mom."

"Don't try to be funny David."

Despite what Amber said I couldn't help but still like Megan. She always had this sexy teasing fire to her voice that made you want to get burned.

"Are you swimming with us?" I asked her.

"Maybe later. Mom wants some alone time with you. So I'm banished to the house til, like, three o'clock."

We walked into the house together. 

Danielle emerged from the patio wearing a stylish thigh-length white robe with three-quarter sleeves, similar to Megan's, except it was made from the lightweight soft waffle cotton that seems to be so popular at spas and resorts. I gave her one of the bottles of wine I had just purchased, a light Duboeuf Beaujolais, which the sales girl at Trader Joe's said should be served cool and that it was a very drinkable wine, good for a pool party.

"Alright you guys, don't have too much fun. Don't let my mom do anything I wouldn't do. Okay, David?" Megan said, with a semi-serious look on her face.

Since I figured Megan would do just about anything she wanted, I wasn't quite sure what to make of her advice. Maybe it was code for 'don't let my mom do anything I'm planning on doing later,' that at least made 'Megan' sense. But, who knows, double negatives are hard on my brain.

"Don't you have things to do Megan?" Danielle said.

"I can think of a few things Mom. Later, David," Megan said, rolling her eyes at me. In some ways Megan and Amber are a lot alike. Other ways, not so much.

We went out to the patio and sat in the same spot on the same furniture as the night before. Very comfortable chairs with thick burnished copper frames and plush white cushions. Expensive, but too heavy to easily adjust to a better angle for a view of the pool. Also, kind of annoying if the sun is in your eyes, which it was. 

Danielle said maybe we could sit and talk for awhile before swimming. She wanted me to tell her more about where I'd traveled recently and where I was going next and when. Lots of questions. Sometimes, I told her, I don't know where I'm going until a week or so before I leave. I wanted to leave it at that but for some reason I decided to open up a bit and told her that my ex-wife is an editor with National Geographic and she's the one that gets me most of my work. She even works out my itinerary and schedules my flights. 

"Sounds like you two are still close."

"She lives across the country in Washington D.C. She also spends a lot of time in New York," I said. "She only visits California two or three times a year."

"No, I mean, you're still friends."

I knew what she meant, I was just trying to avoid the subject, but I decided to give in and tell her the whole story. 

I told her that Katie and I were both eighteen and just out of high school when we were married. We were childhood friends, that she had moved here from Seattle to just two houses down the street when she was six, and her parents were still there living in the same house, and that I saw her dad washing his car in his driveway about fifteen minutes ago on my walk over here and I waved to him and he smiled and waved back and that he still called me on my birthday to see how I was getting along even though I told him he didn't have to do that anymore, that I was fine, that Katie and I had been divorced for ten years now and I was moving on, that my living alone here and rarely dating was by choice and not some wild fatalistic hope that she would come back to me.

I should have stopped right there but I was on a roll of reminiscing. 

I told her how my parents were both killed in a car crash when I was sixteen and my sister, who was twenty-two at he time and attending USC, dropped out of her last year of college to move back and live with me until I turned eighteen and could legally be on my own and live in my own house without child services taking hold of me and tracking my every move. 

Unable to stop myself, I told her how Katie and I were married two weeks after graduation and for a time we were as happy as two people could be, until things slowly started to unravel when she received a late scholarship to Stanford and had to relocate north to Palo Alto. She rented an apartment near campus and I would stay with her on the weekends and make the three hour commute back to San Luis for the work week. I had just landed my dream job, a paid apprenticeship with one of the best travel photographers in the country, but his office and lab was way south in Malibu, close to four hundred miles from Palo Alto.

We were kids, so we of course decided we could make it work, we promised we were friends and lovers for life, but the truth is we were just three months into our marriage and we were already moving in different directions on slow moving trains that would never get switched around, never get back on the same track.

I know that sounds like a lot of talking but it only took me about ten minutes. Still, I had never talked so much about Katie to anyone and I was already feeling like it was a mistake.

"That's so sad, David." Danielle said. "You don't think you'll ever get back together?"

"She has a boyfriend," I explained. "She stays with him in New York City on the weekends. They've been engaged for about three years now. So I'm sure they'll be getting married."

"Hmmm, maybe so. You said three years?"

I was desperate to change the subject. I decided to just nod thoughtfully like I understood her point. Then try to steer the conversation over to Amber and Megan. 

"You know last night was great. A really nice dinner," I said. "It was a little awkward at times though, especially at the dinner table. Seemed like there was some tension between Amber and Megan."

Danielle looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.

"They don't get along anymore. They were inseparable as little girls. Now they can hardly stand to be in the same room together. It's a long story, David. I'm sure you're not interested." 

"It's just kind of surprising." I said, urging her on. "Amber seems like such a sweet girl, very tenderhearted. What could they have to really fight about?"

"Amber has always been overly sensitive, David. If that's what you mean by tenderhearted. She also has had a regrettable tendency to fall fast and hard for the wrong boys and now that she's grown, I'm afraid it's going to be for the wrong men. Then she looks to blame others when it doesn't work out." 

I could see her point about falling fast. Even the wrong man part was probably true. The blame part, however, was what I was interested in exploring, Danielle seemed to be taking Megan's side.

"So she blames Megan for. . .?"

"She accused Megan of seducing her high school sweetheart last year and causing a bad breakup. I never saw any real evidence. You saw last night Megan's just a tease. I think it was probably just some horseplay in the hot tub. Kids being kids. But Amber tore into Megan and has never forgiven her. She won't let it go. Honestly, it was for the best, however it happened. Amber is a beautiful young girl with so much potential. She cannot be seriously involved with anyone at her age. I won't allow it. That was my big mistake, David, getting involved with their father when I did. You know what I mean? You made the same mistake."

"I never thought of it as a mistake. More like force of circumstance that drove us apart. I never regretted my time with Katie. Not once. I still don't."

Danielle had been sounding very cold and controlling. I was seeing her parenting skills in a different light now and feeling Amber's need to be free from that control.

"Well, that's you David. Men are different. Plus, your situation was tragic, you needed someone in your life." 

I didn't like where the conversation was headed. I felt like Danielle was psychoanalyzing my marriage from a superficial understanding. I was unconsciously shaking my head no, saw Danielle looking at me, and quickly stopped.

Then, out of the blue, Danielle said: "David, I know what's going on. You need to watch yourself with my daughter."

"Excuse me?" My heart was suddenly pounding in my throat.

Not only was I shocked. I was confused. I didn't know if she was talking about Amber this morning or about yesterday with Megan. 

"I think you heard me, David."

The words she was saying didn't match the tone of her voice. At least from my perspective. The words were cutting, each word a little razor, slicing into me and sending a cold chill flowing over my skin. I felt the shivers. But when I looked at her she was smiling and there was concern in her voice, even kindness.

"You mean, Megan? I should watch out for Megan?"

"Amber."

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"I think Amber has a little crush on you," Danielle laughed. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but you really do need to watch yourself." 

"So not talk to her? You want me to avoid Amber?"

"No. Don't be silly. Just be aware. Try not to lead her on. A crush for Amber can escalate quick."

I had misread the meaning of her words. She was warning me not accusing me. She patted my hand and scratched a finger up my arm stopping just short of my elbow and gently pinched me and tugged on the hair.

"You have goosebumps, David." 

"I caught a chill in the air."

"It's eighty-five degrees! I think I freaked you out about Amber," Danielle laughed. "Don't worry David. You can be friends with her. Just set clear boundaries. She's a good girl, she'll understand."

My mind drifted to the morning and to Amber. The good girl talking herself into being bad. Her first orgasm was now ringing in my head. Amber was riding me again, grinding into me, her sexy voice and words again calling out to me: "David, fuck it all out of me!" Her voice loud, cracked and throaty. Then much more softly. "All of me, David. Make me good, again. That's it, baby. Fuck all the bad girl out of me." I could feel her whispering, once again in my arms, with her pussy clinching on my cock.

I must have closed my eyes for a moment because when I opened them Danielle was standing up and undoing her robe.

"I think it's time for our swim, David," Danielle said, a hint of blushing in her face.

My daydream about Amber had me hard, my erection obvious to anyone who cared to look. I adjusted myself as best I could and folded my hands in my lap.

"It's okay sweetie. You take your time," Danielle laughed. "I'll get in first."

She tossed her robe in her chair, gave a little pose, and turned to the pool. She was wearing a new swimsuit. A flame red halter tankini. The material was nylon and elastane, similar to spandex in tightness but with a more lush look, and in the bright sun it gave off a two-tone shimmering effect. On Danielle it was dazzling, licking at her sexy curves. I like the versatility of tight elasticized tankini tops, Danielle could have pulled the top down more leaving maybe an inch of skin showing above her panty bottoms, instead she chose to scrunch it up a bit and splashed out a good four inches of her tight and sexy tummy.

She walked over to the edge of the pool and slipped one heel off and then the other. I didn't notice her shoes before but they matched her suit. Satin red sandal pumps with white accents. She dove in the deep end and went under, coming up toward the middle of the pool where she could stand with her breasts above water, her body was glistening and her hair sopping wet. She pulled her hair behind her head, tightening it together in a handheld ponytail, wringing water out and smoothing it back. Her nipples were hard and the fabric of her swimsuit offered a tight and clingy outline to her breasts.

"Come on in, David. It feels wonderful."

I didn't see why not. I was here to swim. I pulled my shirt off and hopped over the edge, the water encasing me in an oily warmth.

"Pretty warm water in here," I said. A little too warm for swimming I thought. Eighty degrees is about tops for a refreshing swim.

"I like it heated up. It's relaxing, don't you think?"

"Very warm. Feels like about ninety degrees or more."

"Is that too hot for you, David?"

Danielle waded over to me, putting her arms around my neck. She pressed herself against me, her pussy rubbing on my cock. I was still somewhat hard but had lost most of my erection. She kissed me, her tongue pushing hard against my teeth. I tried not to kiss her back.

"What's the matter David?"

"I just thought we'd swim. Mind if I do some laps?"

"You go ahead. I'll watch." 

In college I was on the swim team for a semester before quitting. I like to swim but the constant competition bored me. Katie was always the competitive one. I've long since lost my most athletic tone, putting on ten pounds and an inch or two on my waist, but I'm still fit enough. Just last year I was still doing one mile ocean swims once or twice a week, clocking myself in at thirty-five to forty minutes. If I pushed myself and trained a bit I thought I could still make the half hour grade for open water swimmers. 

Now I was doing laps in Danielle's pool, slicing at a fast pace through the fifteen meters of water, back and forth I went doing under water turns at the deep end, trying to think of a way out, any way to get back to the patio and still be able to look into Amber's eyes.

I did about twenty laps before the heat of the pool got to me and I stopped in the deep end, treading water, to catch my breath.

Danielle clapped. "Good for you, David. I had no idea you could swim like that!"

I was still treading water when Megan came out onto the patio. It was actually a relief to see her. Her presence was sure to solve my Amber concern.

"David, you're a swimmer, that's awesome," Megan chirped. "Mind if I join you guys?"

It wasn't really a question. She had her robe off and was doing a cannonball three feet from me before Danielle could say a word. Her splash made a racket and threw water ten feet in the air. She surfaced right next to me.

"Mom, did you see David? I watched him from the kitchen!" 

She was treading water next to me. One hand underwater holding onto my cock, squeezing on me, making me grow in her hand.

"I saw him, Megan."

"David that's so sexy. The way you just forcefully plow through the water like that."

"I like to swim," I said. "Mostly in the ocean. The water here in the pool is really too warm."

"It made me tingle. All that power! My pussy is already clinching!"

I thought it was odd, bordering on bizarre, that Megan would talk like that, like she was all lathered up, and with her mother hearing every word not fifteen feet away.

Megan released me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me from the deep end to the middle of the pool. All three of us now standing in four feet of water facing each other not an arm's length apart. Megan and Danielle were looking at each other and smiling like they were sharing a private joke. Then Megan's bikini bottom floated to the top of the pool, bobbing in the water between the three of us.

"Oops, I was playing with the strings on my bikini bottom and they came undone," Megan said. "Look into the water David. Can you see my bare pussy down there in the water?"

Danielle waded closer and touched my arm.

"It's okay David," she whispered. "We've done this before. It's not really her first time and I can just watch if you don't want the both of us."

Have you ever had one of those "Chinatown" moments when it seems like everything you thought you knew gets turned on its head? A moment of both sudden clarity and extreme disillusion, where a new window opens and light should come shining in, but the glass has shattered into a million pieces, and darkness is all you see. At the end of the movie Chinatown, the character played by Jack Nicholson has that kind of moment and it leaves him cynical and jaded with the realization that some people can do anything they want and get away with it. It's not a perfect parallel but I felt like Danielle and Megan were doing exactly what they wanted and that no one else mattered. Not me. Not Amber.

"I think. . . I heard something from the house," I said. "It's probably Amber. She's home, right?" Of course I knew that she was home. 

"I just checked in on her not ten minutes ago," Megan said. "She was asleep. Knocked out."

"Don't worry, David," Danielle said. "If she comes out and sees something, she'll just turn around and go back inside. She knows I play sex games."

"With Megan?" I said.

Danielle shrugged her shoulders. "Well no, not with Megan."

"Who cares what Amber thinks anyway?" Megan said.

"Well, I care," I said. "I care what she thinks."

I wasn't necessarily making a value judgment. I had a threesome in Montreal a few years ago. So there's that. But a mother/daughter thing was outside my wheelhouse. And when I put Amber into the mix it sent me into major freak out mode. 

I had pulled myself out of the pool and was sitting on the edge, my feet dangling in the water. Danielle and Megan were both now standing in the water in front of me a few feet away.

"We can still all be friends after," Danielle said. "Neighbors with benefits!" 




The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 04



"Yep, this is just for fun," Megan said. "Like extreme sports."

"You know, it's just not my thing."

"I don't know about that, David," Megan said. "You were getting a boner in the pool."

"He had a big one on the patio," Danielle said. "He was embarrassed. It was cute." 

"See David, you're up for this big time," Megan said. "You just don't want to admit it."

I contemplated my predicament. Danielle and Megan continued talking but I couldn't hear them anymore. The late afternoon sun was stabbing into my forehead like a steel blade, sweat was building up on my eyebrows, until all at once it splashed out and into my eyes, blinding me. I turned away wiping the salty brine from my face and looked back to the house and the shade and I saw Amber appearing at the patio door, stepping out and carefully closing it behind her. She was carrying a tray of vegetable snacks and a plush white towel. She set the tray down on the coffee table and walked toward the pool.

"We'll talk about this later," Megan whispered.

"Hey everybody. Hey there, David. Anybody hungry? I'm starving!"

"Hey Amber," I said smiling, not even trying to hide the relief on my face.

Amber was wearing the same short, wispy and ruffled white cotton skirt from last night's dinner, very low riding, with her thin white panty straps again visible at her hips. Up top she wore something new; a cornflower blue henley style tee with cap sleeves and six or seven little pearlized buttons leading all the way down to the middle of her belly. The tee was undersized and form fitting. She had three of the buttons undone and was showing off her cleavage to a great effect. Amber was not wearing a bra and her nipples were sitting up high and poking out against the fabric. She had bamboo platform sandals with single two-inch peach-colored straps to secure her sexy little feet. Her toenails were painted a frosty peach color to match her shoes.

"I had such a nice nap! I'm not at all sleepy anymore. Not at all," she smiled at me.

"Good for you, Amber," Megan said. "It's four in the afternoon."

"You lost your bikini bottom, Megan. It's floating over there by mom."

"I know that Amber," Megan said, shaking her head. "Okay, show's over now. Everybody can relax. Amber to the rescue."

"Okay girls, lets not fight," Daniele said. "She just didn't tie it tight, that's all, Amber. I told you that might happen, Megan." 

I got up from the pool and Amber handed me the towel she was holding. We walked over to the patio furniture and sat down. There were only three chairs all curved around the coffee table. Someone was not getting a seat. Megan gabbed her purple bikini bottom and climbed out of the pool, water was beaded and dripping off her bare brown bottom. She bent over with her back to us and made a production of putting her bikini bottom on. Danielle waded toward the pool steps. 

"David, don't think for a minute you're going to get away without telling me everything," Amber whispered.

"It's a pretty crazy story." 

"I can only imagine."

I looked at her and smiled. "Get away as soon as you can," I whispered. 

"I will."

Megan strolled over next to us, grabbed her robe and put it on, cinching it tight at her waist. She took the final seat, slouching down and crossing her legs, with one bare foot propped up on the edge of the coffee table. Amber looked at Megan and moved the plate of food to the other side of the table.

"You should have seen David swimming," Megan said. "Like a torpedo through the water. Like a big giant cock fucking the water." She was trying to shock Amber or maybe just offend her sensibilities. 

"Sounds sexy," Amber said, smiling at me, not blushing at all. 

Megan looked at Amber. "What's the matter with you? Did you finally get laid last night? You sound different."

"Last night? Absolutely not."

"Yeah? Well, mom says you didn't get home until sometime late this morning."

"Alison had car trouble."

"You know what? I don't really care." Megan said.

All three of us were quiet now, munching on fresh baby carrots and broccoli from the snack tray. Danielle was standing next to us watching, hands on her hips.

"Okay, I'm going to go in and get changed," she said. "Thanks for the swim, David. I hope you had fun. We'll have to do it again soon."

I nodded. "Absolutely."

"Megan, make a date with David." She winked at me and went into the house.

"What are you, mom's secretary now?" Amber said. 

She had a little piece of chewed carrot on her bottom lip. If we were alone I would have leaned over and flicked it away. Instead, she swiped at it with her forefinger and put it in her mouth, looking at me and sucking on her finger.

"I like the color of your fingernail polish, Amber. Looks like tangerines."

"Frosted peach," Amber said, holding her hand out for me to see. "Same as my toes." She lifted one long toned leg away from the table and up into air, twisting her foot, showing off her toes. I could see her white thong panties between her legs. 

"This is really boring," Megan said.

"You can always leave if you're bored." Amber said.

"Why are you flirting with David? He's not interested in you, Amber. He wants to make another date with mom."

"We'll see."

"We will see!" Megan said. "David, how about tomorrow afternoon? Same as today."

"I don't know. Just before I came over I found out I may have a new assignment. I may be leaving town."

"When?" Amber said.

"Not sure. Maybe not for another week. All depends on where I go. Right now the two options are London or Paris."

"Paris! I've never been to France," Amber said. "I would love to go to Paris, David!"

"Are you crazy? He's not taking you, Amber. It's his job."

"I'm just saying. Paris! That would be awesome. Talk about romantic."

"Hello? Planet earth calling Amber. Time to wake up." Megan said.

"So when do you find out, David?"

I told her I should get another email this evening detailing both jobs and that I could decide then which one I was interested in.

"So, if you're not leaving for another week, why not make a swim date for tomorrow?" Megan said. "I don't think my mom's too happy Amber cut today's fun short."

"You were the one splashing in the pool making everything about you, Megan."

"Not true, Amber."

"I want to get the details of my trip before I make any plans," I said. "I'll text you tonight, Megan."

"Whatever, David. Just make up your mind one way or the other," Megan said. "I'm outta here. I want to get out of this wet suit."

Megan got up and walked toward the house. She pulled the strings at the sides of her bikini bottom and let it fall. At the door she removed her top and tossed it back at me. She twirled showing herself, her hands cupping her breasts. 

"Remember this, David? Remember all of me?"

Amber didn't seem at all fazed. 

"Bye, Megan," she said.

Megan was gone now and for the moment at least Amber and I were finally alone. She reached half-way across the space between our chairs, her hand waiting in the air. I reached over to hold her hand. She was warm and a little moist. She scratched my palm with her fingernails.

"Just whisper David. So no one hears. No one can see us holding hands."

"Not even from the window?"

"Nope. Just our heads from the window and your profile from the door."

"Unless they come outside."

"Right. Unless they come outside."

"I've missed you, Amber."

She looked at me. Then looked away.

"Don't look at me, David. Just look ahead at the pool."

"Why?"

"Because I'm about to burst into tears!"

"Amber?"

"I've missed you too, David. If you look at me again or say anything nice to me, I know I'll start crying."

She squeezed my hand until it hurt.

"Nothing's wrong, then?"

"No, David. . . I'm just being me. All of a sudden I'm emotional. I can't help it. I want to get out of this crazy place," she whispered. "Can't we just go to your house and be together?" 

"Not unless you want everything out in the open."

"Okay, okay," Amber sighed. "I can settle down. Just no more looking at me. Or saying anything nice. I'll slap you if you do. Don't think I won't, David," she laughed softly.

"Or thump me in the chest?"

"That's right, David. I'll thump you right in your chest."

I closed my eyes and saw her straddling me in the morning light, thumping my chest with her palm, her green eyes blazing.

"I believe you." 

"I know you do," she smiled. 

I was cheating. I saw her smiling from the corner of my eye.

"So what's the plan?" I said.

"Same as always. After they go to sleep I sneak out and we spend the night together."

"You know, things are going to explode pretty soon. It's not possible for them not to."

"What do you mean?"

"The way everything's headed. It's a time bomb Amber. Your mom and Megan. . ."

I didn't know what to tell her. How much would she even want to know?

"I know my mom and Megan. I know them David. You don't have to say it. They want to break us up. Before they even know we're together."

"Exactly."

"I've got my ears and eyes closed to them. I'll just go to my bedroom, close the door and take another nap. You should take one too because I plan to keep you up all night."

"All night?"

"You promised me at least four hours."

"I thought I said for hours? You know, not the number."

"Sorry, no backing out now."

We finally looked at each other. She was smiling again. At least for now. I told her I should go, that we were pressing our luck by my staying so long. That Megan or her mom would soon enough come out and see us talking like best friends. Then things would get figured out in a hurry and the bomb would explode. 

I leaned in and kissed her. A soft kiss turning hard and deep. A catch your breath and kiss again with extra passion kiss. When I stopped for a brief second to rest my head against hers, she moved in, grabbing my lower lip between her teeth, she held me there, not biting me but holding on to me and not letting go, looking into me with her eyes flaring she breathed hungrily, she was growling into my mouth. When she let me go she whispered in my ear: "I'm going to make you bleed for me tonight, David. Just a little bit, darling, just enough to taste your blood."

* * * *

The sun was about to set when I woke from my nap. My phone's alarm letting me know it was ten minutes to nine. I had two texts from Amber and an email from Katie. The first text came in at seven with Amber telling me she was almost asleep and I better be as well. The second at eight-thirty saying she would be here between nine-thirty and ten. 

I had a shower and a shave and dressed again. Shaving with my father's old double-edged safety razor relaxes and refreshes me. I shave most mornings and most evenings as well, even if I'm not going out or expecting company. 

Amber was already knocking softy at my door. My phone buzzed as I was stepping down the stairs. I was reading the text as I opened the door.

"Hurry up! I'm here!" It read.

"Get my text, honey?" Amber said. "I've been waiting here for seconds! Way to keep me waiting."

She had a good-sized suitcase on wheels with her, holding it close to her side. She let the handle go and stepped in to kiss me. Her tongue pushing into mine.

"Looks like you're packed to stay awhile."

"I'm not planning on leaving," she said.

She rolled the suitcase in, set it aside, and walked over to my couch. She sat down and crossed her long toned legs. Her legs were shiny and silky smooth in shades of pink and orange spotlighted by the setting sun. She was wearing the same outfit as before: short wispy white skirt, tight blue tee. She patted the cushion next to her.

"Get over here, David. We need to talk."

I sat down next to her.

"I just had a good talk with my mom. I told her we're together now, David."

"What did she say?"

"She yelled at me and told me to get out."

"She threw you out of the house? You call that a good talk?"

"We were in the kitchen. She was just saying to leave the kitchen. That she didn't want to hear what I was telling her. But it amounts to the same thing. I can't go back to that house and everything that goes on there."

"I don't think you should go back." 

"If you don't want me living here, David. I'll go stay with Alison."

"You already talked to her?"

"No, David. I was hoping I could stay here."

"You can stay here, Amber." I rubbed two fingers on her knee.

"Good answer, David. That's all I wanted to hear."

She reached down to my fingers at her knee, moving my hand slowly up her leg to the hem of her skirt and then underneath and all the way up past her hip and through the top of her skirt to the white panty strap above. 

"Pull my panties down, David. Tear them off. I don't want them anymore. I'm all done with panties for the night."

She lifted her bottom off the cushion and I slid her panties off. Delicate white lace panties that matched her skirt. She stood up and dropped her skirt to the floor and stretched herself, her hands high above her head. Then she straddled me wearing just her henley style blue tee. Her nipples were hard and poking against the fabric.

"I like the color of your shirt, Amber. Cornflower blue. That's one of my favorite colors."

Amber unbuttoned two more buttons. I'm pretty sure it was just two.

"You want to see my nipples, David?"

She backhanded the fabric at her cleavage and stretched it down, her bare breasts popping out and over her hands, pert and puffy and inches from my face. Amber has perfect rosy red nipples. Tender but resilient to my touch.

"It's maya blue, honey. Not cornflower. Now suckle on my nipples, David. Nurse on them like you mean it. . . There you go. That's it baby."

I stopped the suckle to kiss each nipple, first one and then the other, pausing between them just long enough to ask her what exactly is maya blue? And how is it different from blue cornflower? Being a photographer I thought I was good with colors, but really, when you think about it, I've been wrong about a lot of things. I'm not even sure if I was saying all that aloud to Amber, or just part of it, and thinking about the rest.

"David, concentrate!" Amber said. "You're drifting away from me! Those aren't just anybody's nipples. They're mine. So pay attention! That's it sweetie," she whispered once again, "Nurse me out, nurse it all out, baby. I wish I had milk to give you, David. You can try though, baby, try to nurse me out."

When I was finished enough to satisfy us both Amber crossed her arms at the bottom of her tee and in one motion lifted it up and over her head.

"That's better. Now that I'm all naked," she said dreamily. "Look at me, honey, I'm all naked just for you. . . Let's go upstairs, David."

She stood and walked to the stairs carrying her blue tee in both hands. I followed her. Now in her bare feet, her hips were swaying, her bare bottom speaking to me in a language of its own. She turned and tossed her shirt to me. 

"Maya blue is brighter and less purple than cornflower blue," Amber explained, now stepping up the stairs. "I just took a class on color theory last semester so I know what I talking about. It's the Mayan color of healing, of ritual and sacrifice. So from now on make maya your favorite blue," she laughed and turned at the top stairs. "Alright, time for you to get naked, David. I'm all worked up and ready to sacrifice myself on that hard cock of yours!"

We tumbled on the bed. I pulled my shirt off, the same ocean surf t-shirt I wore to the pool, while Amber pulled my shorts down and off, gabbing my hard cock in both her hands. 

It was dark outside, the sun had set, but the moon was full and its light shined though my wall of blinds in alternating shades of grey. Our bodies were bathed in stripes of shadows and moonlight. The blinds are the old style kind with two inch slats. They were probably installed in the forties back when the house was built. One whole wall of my bedroom is windows covered with blinds, and the light that filters through, whether sunlight or moonlight, always transfixes me. A breeze will move the blinds and shadow will mix with light and sometimes the bed will seem to levitate and the whole room will come alive in a kaleidoscope of light. 

She pushed me back and straddled me again. She eased herself down onto me, and inch by inch I lost myself inside her pussy, I lost myself watching my cock disappear deep into Amber.

"I want to ride you one more time, David. Then you can have me anyway you want. Now that were together we'll have all the time we need. We'll fuck every possible way. I promise."

From the very first minute of our fuck we were moving fast and hard, all the stress and energy of the afternoon was being obliterated in a fury of mixed up motion. I would lift her up as far as I could go but she would be pushing back on me too soon. We had to slow our motion and limit our range a bit just to get in sync, and when we did find our rhythm, Amber laughed out loud she was so happy with herself.

"Honey, look at me. You can't ever say I don't know how to fuck you, David." After five minutes sweat was beading all over her body. "I'll get better too," she whispered. Her breathing becoming erratic. "You know I will. Nobody, baby. Nobody will ever want to fuck you like I do. Harder now, David. That's it, baby. Just that way."

She lowered herself down to me. First kissing me. Then biting my lip. A soft little bite but holding on, not letting go even as her orgasm started to build, her cunt now clinching down on my cock in spasms cumming one after another, each one more intense, and when she felt me cumming along with her, when she could feel all of me shooting into her, she moaned and bit down harder on my lip, drawing blood, the warm metallic taste flooding into my mouth. Our motion was now on a slow train but still not wanting to completely stop. We took a few more precious moments to run ourselves off track.

I licked at the numbness of my lip, the iron and copper taste swirling up into my sinuses, and was strangely content to let it bleed. Then Amber was off the bed and back again with a hand towel in her hand, pressing it onto my lip and helping to stem the flow.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Amber was crying. "I just wanted a little bite. A tiny taste." She was trembling, then shaking uncontrollably. "Stop bleeding, David!"

I thought she might pass out.

"Amber. It's okay. It's already stopping," I said, trying to calm her. "There's hardly any blood."

"There's A LOT of blood, David."

"Not any more." I sat up and dabbed at my lip to show her. "See?" I smiled. "No more blood."

"It's still bleeding a little, David."

We were now kneeling beside each other on the bed. Our heads resting against each other.

"If you're a vampire, Amber. Now's the time to tell me," I teased her.

"David, that's not funny."

I kissed her softly on her lips. She kissed me back. Tasting my blood. 

"It's all swollen, honey," she whispered. "The worst part is I meant to do it. I was planning on biting you all along."

"Next time, if you're hungry, just take a little nibble when we start. Don't wait until your cumming all over me and you can't control yourself."

Amber leaned back and looked at me.

"I don't need anymore biting advice, David. I learned my lesson."

"What's the lesson?"

"No biting while I'm cumming. Obviously."

She pushed me back onto the bed and snuggled into me. Shyly laughing now.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I'll go get you some ice for your lip, Amber said. "And some snacks for us to munch on. Do you think you can eat, sweetie? Or do you need a straw?" She smiled up at me with a cheesy, full tooth grin.

"That's pretty funny," I said.

"Who's joking? You look terrible. Like somebody punched you or you bumped into a door. You really should be more careful, David."




The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 04



"Well, I have you to look after me now."

"That's right. Your life will never be the same."

"I believe you."

"David, honey, don't get too excited, but I have a nice surprise for you in the morning."

"What?"

"Can't say. It's a surprise."

"Any hints?"

"Well, it's something we've never done. It's sexy. At least with you it would be, for sure, very sexy. Plus, I'm going to guess, its something you've never done before with anyone. That's all I should say."

"Sounds interesting."

"And no, it's not anal. Don't even go there!"

"I was not even thinking that."

"Good. Because I'm not interested!"

"That's fine."

"That's something I don't know enough about. I would have to take some time and educate myself. Weigh all the pros and cons."

"Perfectly understandable."

"Of course, you would have some input. I would consider your opinion."

"Thank you."

"Seriously, this is something, my surprise I mean, something we could just spend a lazy morning on, really take our time. In fact, it may not even be sex. I said sexy. Although sex is still a possibility."

"It sounds perfect whatever it is."

"Okay," Amber sighed. "Glad that's settled. What time is it?"

"Not even midnight. We still have lots time."

"For what?"

"Your four hours, Amber. We're not even halfway home."

"Woohoo! You really are going to wear me out. And I'm not even tired! I'll go get our snacks. Fuel for the fire. Ice too, for your fat lip, David. You really do need me to take care of you, honey."

Amber went naked down the stairs. I laid back and watched the ceiling fan put out its soft breeze. My lip was throbbing but I was glad for it. Everything she did helped me see a different side of her, layers to her cake. Amber had a wild streak like her sister, but she could also be so sweet it almost broke your heart. My growing affection for her was not even a worry anymore. She had already changed my life, very much for for the better.

My mind drifted to everything that had happened since early in the morning when Amber first appeared at my door. Hard to believe all of it in just one day. Then I remembered the email from Katie. With Amber leaving home and moving in, I had forgotten to read it. I picked up my phone and scrolled to the account I had for Katie. There were actually now two emails. The first detailed the trips to London and Paris. The second, sent just two hours ago, said her father had some kind of heart problem, not a heart attack, but he was in the hospital and she was flying out tonight. It gave her flight information and she said I could either meet her at the airport or she would call me in the morning.



The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 05



Amber ran back up the stairs with a handful of ice cubes wrapped in paper towels, told me to hold it against my lip, then hurried back down the stairs, saying she had a midnight snack cooking on the stove. When she came back five minutes later she had a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches in one hand and two glasses of a red table wine in the other. She sat on the bed, putting the plate between us, and handed me my glass. She took a big sip from hers.

"Let me see your lip, David. . . That's good, honey, it already looks much better."

"It feels fine."

"That's good. Next time don't fuck me so hard, okay? That way I won't get all excited and start biting down on your lip. It's really all your fault, David. Next time just be a little more gentle with my pussy, okay sweetie?"

"I'll try."

"That's all I'm asking."

"Keep talking."

"I will."

"Go ahead." 

"Not right now! We have to eat before it gets cold. Eat your sandwich. Four bites for you and four for me."

Normally, I don't have to encourage her. Amber will talk about anything and everything. Whatever pops into her head. That's one of the many reasons we get along so well. She likes to talk and I like to listen.

Amber had made two grilled cheese sandwiches each one cut in four bite sized pieces. Honestly, they were very good, right up there with the best I'd ever had. She said good ingredients are important and that there are lots of choices, but tonight she used ciabatta bread in half inch slices and fontina and parmigiano cheese because that's what I had on hand. The real trick, however, is to grill both sides of each slice of bread. You grill one side, flip it over like a pancake browned side up, add the cheese, a dab of butter and a pinch of sea salt, wait a minute until the underside is brown and the cheese on top starts to melt, and that's it, close the sides up and cut and serve.

"Now you know how to cook the perfect grilled cheese, David. Don't tell anybody okay? It's my own secret recipe. I won't like it if you tell people my secrets."

"Your secrets are safe with me."

"That's good. Also, don't tell people about my pussy, okay?"

"What about it?"

"Anything about it! I don't want you talking about my pussy to your friends or, you know, people at the store or wherever."

"At the store?"

"I'm teasing you, David! Don't you get it? I'm telling you it's just for you, honey. Nobody else."

"That's. . . sweet?"

"Of course it is. . . but seriously, don't talk about my pussy. I know guys like to do that. Brag about all the hot pussy they're getting."

"Not really something I would do Amber, with anybody."

She smiled and nodded like we had just settled a major worry. Then I realized that maybe for a teenage girl, and Amber is still just nineteen, maybe for her, locker room gossip had been a major worry.

When we finished our midnight snack Amber took the empty plate downstairs and came back with an opened bottle of wine and poured us each another glass. We sat on the bed, sipping at our drinks, the moonlight and the shadows dancing on Amber's face. I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned away and kissed me on my shoulder instead, then up to my neck, then my cheek, and only then on my mouth, a gentle closed mouth kiss.

"David, don't be mad at me, but I think I've had enough for today. I just want to snuggle and talk for awhile, then I want to sleep with you. Is that okay?"

"It's fine. I like it here like this. With the moonlight shining in."

"It's perfect." Amber said.

I put my empty glass on the bedside table and laid back in bed. Amber finished her wine in one gulp, leaned over me and tried to set her glass there as well, instead it fell on its side and teetered near the edge. I caught it before it rolled off the table.

"David, you need two bedside tables! I want one over here on my side of the bed."

"That's your side of the bed?"

"Yep. The right side is my side. No arguing."

I told her I had a matching bedside table in the room across the hall. A room now just used for storage. However, I remembered the table still had some of Katie's things in the drawer, so I told Amber I'd clean it up and move it into the bedroom in the morning. 

"Sounds good." Amber said.

She rolled over on top of me and pushed my legs apart with her knees. Then she scooted down and positioned my cock between her breasts. It seemed like I'd been hard all day but I quickly stiffened once again and she started rubbing one of her nipples on the underside of my shaft and pushing herself between my balls.

"Don't get any ideas, David. I'm just practicing for tomorrow."

"Practicing?"

She sat up and leaned back, looking down at herself, she began pushing her breasts together and rubbing her nipples hard. Amber has perfect handfuls of firm and supple breasts and her nipples are rosy red and puffy. She looked at me and grinned mischievously. 

"I have to give you something to wake up early for! Or else you might be a lazy bones and want to sleep in. So tomorrow first thing in the morning I want you to fuck my tits. Is that okay, honey? Do you think you can cum that way? Because I know I can."

"I'm pretty sure I can too Amber. . . So, is that your morning surprise?" 

Earlier in the evening Amber had mentioned a surprise for me in the morning.

"Of course not. The surprise is for after breakfast. Do I have to explain everything?" 

Unconsciously she had reached down and started to rub the head of my erection in the palm of her hand and only when my precum started oozing out did she look down at the results of her attentions. She smiled and started lightly pushing against the tip, pumping at the engorged purple head with her palm. 

"Are you disappointed about the titty fuck, honey?" she said.

I shook my head no but I was thinking yes. I know I was feeling an urgent need to see my cock thrusting between her supple breasts. She now had her other hand firmly wrapped around the base of my cock. Then she grabbed onto me with both hands, trying to get her fingers around the shaft.

"I love how big you are, honey. Look, I've got both hands wrapped around you and your head still pokes out the top! And when you're all hard like this I can't even make my fingers touch. That's just how I like my lover, David. Big, but not, you know, scary big. . . What are you eight inches?"

"No. I think more like seven."

"Should I get a ruler?" She gave me a goofy smile.

"Why?"

"Because, when I talk about you with my girlfriends I want to know what I'm talking about. That way, when they ask about you, I'll pretend to blush and say my new boyfriend's got a big fat eight-inch cock! I just want accuracy, David."

"Well, it's maybe seven something. Sorry to disappoint Amber, but I'm sure the most I would top out at would be seven and a half. Believe me, I would know if I was eight inches. Guys know exactly where we stand."

"Awww, honey. I'm not disappointed. I'm just teasing you. You're way big enough for me. Guys are always so sensitive about their cocks," she said, shaking her head. "This isn't porn, David. This is the real world. Seven is plenty big enough."

She still had both her hands wrapped around me and she started making little squeezing motions like she was milking me. 

"The first time I saw you I thought you were beautiful. Really, you're perfect. The first time you fucked me my only thought was how great we fit together. How full I was. Honestly, David, I love your cock. See my nipples? They love it too."

She had settled her chest over me, one hand supporting herself on the bed, the other still wrapped tight around the base of my cock. I reached out and held her breasts together, enveloping the exposed top half of my shaft, the head of my cock protruding clear just below her chin. I began pressing and poking at her nipples with my thumbs. Her cleavage was literally sparkling in the light. I had to blink to focus my vision. She had tiny specs of gold glitter sprinkled all over her cleavage. I wondered where it came from? It wasn't there earlier in the evening when I was nursing on her nipples. Now there was gold glitter on her breasts and on her nipples and now on the head of my cock as I slid between her breasts, moist and beading up with sweat.

"Where did all the glitter come from Amber?"

"Shhh, not now honey, just keep fucking me," she said. "Let me catch my breath."

Her grip tightened around the base of my cock, the heel of her hand pushing against my balls, the shaft and head disappearing then poking clear again as together we fucked my cock between her tits.

"I decorated myself with glitter downstairs when I was making our snack. I knew this is what I wanted," she whispered. "I wanted to be fucked just like this, honey. I was teasing you about waiting until morning," she said between her purring moans. "I wanted to see if you'd be. . . keep fucking me, honey. . . I just wanted. . . to see if you'd be disappointed. God, honey, I can come this way, I hope you're ready too."

I was ready anytime she wanted. 

When I saw a glazed unfocused look coming into her eyes, I started cumming as well. She laughed as the first spurt of cum shot into the air between us, landing over my shoulder on the pillow, then two spurts more up and into her chin, then a final smaller spray out onto my hands and into her tender rosy nipples. I rubbed the warm cream all over her firm and sexy tits, now slick with cum. A single strand of white gooey sperm extended down from her chin, wavering in the air, before breaking free and falling to my chest. 

"Oh my god, so much cum," she laughed. "Did you see me, David? I was trying to catch it in my mouth!"

She wiped a glob of cream from her chin with three fingers, stuck out her tongue and licked some off, then spread the rest over her lips. She leaned down and kissed me, cum flooding into my mouth.

"I'm not going to be the only naughty one," she said as she kissed me. "You do everything I do, honey. Everything I do, you do it too," she was now collapsed on my chest, whispering in my ear, her lips still wet with cum. "When I'm naughty, . . . I do it and you do it too. . . When you. . . when I do it to you. . . what am I saying?" she giggled softly. "I forget sometimes. I talk so much." She closed her eyes and purred into my ear. "So much cum all over me, David."

We laid breathing together maybe ten minutes or more. I was lightly running my fingers, barely touching her skin, up and down her spine. She gave me soft kisses to my cheek and neck. 

"Want to take a shower?" I asked her as I lifted my head up and turned the pillow over behind me so the wet splatter would be out of the way underneath the pillow.

"Together? Take a shower together?" Amber asked.

"No, I mean, we made a mess. I thought you might want to clean up?"

"I don't want to clean up. I like the feel and the smell. Clorox and honey, David. It's nice. And it feels so sexy on my nipples. I love the way your cum dries tight against my skin, like glue."

"No shower then?"

"I don't think so, not tonight. Let's just sleep now, honey," Amber said. "Set your phone alarm for six, okay? We have a busy day. I want to get started early. . ."

Her mention of an early morning reminded me of Katie. I had forgotten she was flying home in the morning. I guess it really was going to be a busy day now that my ex-wife was on her way. I filled Amber in about Katie and her father and how she was flying in from D.C. to see him at the hospital in the morning. I told her I wanted to go to the hospital as well because I still was close to her dad, and that I wasn't sure but it sounded serious, otherwise she wouldn't have been in such a hurry to catch a flight.

"So, should I go to the hospital with you?"

"If you want to." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I think I should start meeting people you know, David. Even your ex-wife. Who knows? We might become friends!"

I nodded but didn't say anything. I would be seriously surprised if Katelyn and Amber became friends. I was trying to play out introducing them in my head. 

All I could imagine was Katie looking at me and laughing, pulling me aside and telling me, seriously David, did you have to hook up with a teenage version of myself? I know that's pretty much exactly what she would say and, of course, she would have a right to her opinion. However, I think the truth is that while they are both beautiful with similar facial features and body types that might even match measure for measure; Amber has straight Swedish blonde hair whereas Katie is more of a wavy caramel or honey blonde. So really not even close to the same hair. Another difference is that Amber has lustrous deep green eyes while Katie's are a changeable blue to gray, depending on the light. 

Despite the clear differences, it would be just like Katie to play up their similarities to make her point, a point she's made several times before; that my attraction to other women is more about her than me.

"So what do you think, David?" Amber was saying, shaking my arm to get my attention.

"Think about what?"

"About my going to the hospital?"

"I was thinking. . . we should all go to the hospital together, all three of us. Why not? It's true, you guys might just get along."

"That's what I think too, sweetie." She snuggled in tight. "What time is it?"

"You should get a watch, Amber."

"I don't want a watch, David."

"It's almost one-thirty."

"It's time to sleep David," she sighed. "Goodnight, honey."

I have dated since my divorce, it's not like I never have, and Katie had even known about a few, but never anyone seriously, and I had always stayed at their house or their apartment. Amber was the first to sleep in Katie's bed. We were spooned together with me from behind. I was slipping into sleep when I heard Amber whisper.

"David?"

"I'm almost asleep Amber."

"You forgot to say goodnight."

"Goodnight, Amber."

She reached around my leg and softly rubbed the back of my knee, then scratched her fingernails lightly against that tender part of skin. And then she took a fold of skin between her thumb and her forefinger and pinched, not hard enough to hurt, but definitely enough to get my attention.

"Don't ever forget to say goodnight, David."

* * * *

When you've lived alone for ten years it can be a strange and uneasy feeling waking next to another person. Your time and your thoughts are no longer just your own. Should I shower first? I wonder what she wants for breakfast? How can such a gorgeous young girl snore like a rhinoceros? I was awake at five-thirty pondering these and other questions when Amber snorted and coughed and turned on her side, and then she was quiet again. I put my hand lightly on her back to test her breathing. She looked so fragile in her sleep I thought if I blinked she might disappear. I blinked and she was still there so I got up and walked naked down the stairs. 

I found some clean clothes in the laundry room, khaki shorts, briefs, and a faded indigo blue t-shirt, took a quick shower in the guest bathroom, dressed, and went to the kitchen to brew coffee. I could hear Amber in the upstairs bathroom doing whatever it is girls do in the morning. I heard her shower first, but now she was running water in the tub for some reason, I couldn't imagine why she would shower and now be taking a bath. I listened for awhile, couldn't figure out what she was up to, and went about making protein smoothies for breakfast. Quick, easy and healthy. I make them about five days a week, mostly for breakfast, every now and then for lunch.

Normally it takes five minutes tops to make a smoothie in the blender, but I decided to take it slow, line up all the ingredients and drink a cup of coffee first. I wanted to give Amber some time to finish whatever she was up to before I went back upstairs. I looked around the kitchen and noticed everything was clean and organized. At some point Amber had cleaned the kitchen? No other explanation. I made the smoothie, drank an eight ounce glass, and took another upstairs for Amber.

I stood at the bathroom door and watched her scrubbing the bathtub. She was wearing a white t-back sports bra with yellow accents and tight little matching running shorts. Very stylish and coordinated. Her hair was pulled back in a sexy ponytail.

"Smoothie?" I held the glass out for her. "Protein, bunch of other good stuff in there."

"Thanks, honey." She stood up and drank the entire glass in four or five gulps. "That's yummy, David," she said, handing me back the glass.

"Want to know what's in it now that you're finished?"

"I know what's in it. Protein powder, grape juice, berries, yogurt, a banana, some kind of oats, and maybe a few other things."

"Pretty good guess."

"David, you didn't invent protein drinks. I have them all the time."

"So, looks like you're a clean freak, Amber. When did you do the kitchen?"

"About three to three-thirty. You were asleep. Then I came back to bed."

"Now you're cleaning the bathroom?"

"No need to thank me, honey."

"Okay. I almost did, but now I won't."

She laughed and stepped in to kiss me. A nice hard kiss. Her skin smelled fresh like lavender soap. She told me she just liked things clean, not that I was terrible, but guys have different standards and she wanted to feel at home. She also told me not to worry my surprise was still on, that it was scheduled for eight to ten o'clock. She then casually mentioned she had texted Megan and she was bringing some more of her things over, mostly clothes, shoes, and some books.

"Megan's coming over?"

"She'll be here at seven." 

"Looks like you have everything under control, you know, schedule wise."

"I like things organized."

"I can see that."

"We're a couple now, David. We have to work together. Why don't you go clear some dresser drawers for me and some closet space. I have lots of clothes."

I nodded and went in the bedroom. The bed was made, the blinds were up and the windows were open, all six of them. The room was filled with light and cool fresh early morning air. I hadn't had every window open in years. I looked over to Amber's house and saw Megan standing at her bedroom window looking back at me. She waved and I waved back. She was wearing a white and pink version of Amber's outfit. I mean, except for the color, they were exact copies. I guessed they shopped for clothes together despite their disagreements. Megan disappeared. Two minutes later there was knocking at my door.

"That's Megan, honey. Will you get that?" Amber said.

Clearly I had lost control of everything that happened in my house. Amber was now in charge. Still, I thought, wasn't it just yesterday that Amber and Megan were arguing on their patio and Megan was stripping off her bikini, showing herself off to me, right in front of Amber? Was that now just forgotten? I walked down the stairs and opened the door. 

"Hi, David. Remember me?" 

"Hi, Megan."

She handed me a big box and told me to give it to Amber. She said she had four more just like it and turned and ran back to her house. We relayed all five boxes to Amber. I would carry one up the stairs and when I came back down, Megan would be at the door with another. After the last one, when I came down the stairs, Megan was sitting in the chair opposite and across the coffee table from the couch.

"Well? Have a seat, David." Megan said, pointing to the couch, inviting me to sit down. I sat down. "So, how've ya been?" Megan said, and laughed at the absurdity of the awkward situation.

"I'm happy, Megan." 

"I can see that, David. It would have been nice to know that yesterday. How happy you are with Amber."

"You have the same outfit as Amber. Very coordinated," I said, making hand motions to try to indicate I meant everything she was wearing, the entire outfit. I thought changing the conversation to innocuous small talk about clothes might be the right tack to take with Megan.




The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 05



"You think Amber and I coordinate what we wear?"

"No, I mean you're all white with pink accents, even your running shoes are white with pink." 

"That's what I like, David. How I like to dress. What's that got to do with Amber?"

The small talk was not working. I kept trying.

"I'm just trying to say, she's wearing the exact same outfit as you. Except white with yellow accents. Even her shoes are white and yellow. Like your shoes. You both have the same kind of running shoes." 

I know I had a point to make. I just wasn't sure what it was anymore.

"It's a coincidence, David. She has a yellow and a red outfit, like you call it, and I have pink and navy blue. We like to wear them. It's not like we talk about it when we get dressed in the morning."

I looked up the stairs. "I wonder if Amber's coming down soon?"

"She can't save you, David. She's unpacking. You'll just have to deal with me for now."

Megan had her legs crossed and was doing a little dance with her suspended foot. Her hands were folded in her lap. She was staring at me. She has beautiful, piercing dark brown eyes. Her auburn hair was in a ponytail just like Amber's.

I decided maybe just being real was a better way to go. 

"I thought you and Amber were fighting?"

"We are fighting. We have been for a year."

"But you're getting along better now?"

"We're sisters, David. She's mad at me. It doesn't mean we're not sisters anymore. Now she's fighting with my mom, all about you, you'll be happy to know. She doesn't need me against her too."

"That's. . . nice, Megan." 

"I know, David. You don't think I can be nice?" Her voice was softer now.

"What about yesterday? On the patio. And in the pool with your mom?"

"What do you want me to say? I told you I didn't know you and Amber were all love struck, okay? All that stuff was my mom's idea anyway. The pool, the show in my bedroom before dinner the other night, all of it. That's what she does. Her last boyfriend was into it. You're not. End of story."

"Where does that leave you?"

"After summer, I'll be outta here, anyway. I told you at dinner I have five scholarships to choose from. I'm a math whiz. I can have my pick of places. By fall I'll be far away, living in some dorm, and this will all be some weird and kinky dream."

"You don't have to do what you're doing. Whatever it is." 

I wasn't actually sure the extent of the sex games she had been playing.

"Up till now I've liked to, David. I don't know why. I just liked it. All the attention. . ." Her voice trailed off.

Amber was coming down the stairs.

"Thanks, Megan," she said, sitting down next to me. 

"That's all your summer clothes and stuff, Amber. I didn't bother with your fall clothes or your school things."

"Still, it was a lot of trouble. Packing everything." Amber smiled at Megan.

"Don't get emotional Amber. If you start to cry, I'm leaving."

"I'm not going to cry."

"You have that look, Amber. . . whatever. Anyway, you guys are living together now? What the fuck? How come I'm the last to know?"

"It did happen kind of fast," I piped in.

Amber and Megan just ignored me.

"We're together now and nothing's going to break us apart, Megan. Don't even try."

"I get it. I've learned my lesson, Amber. I'm tired of fighting with you. I realized it last night when you were fighting with mom. Then you ask me to help pack your things and now you're already gone. Already moved out. I knew I'm going to miss you, okay? The way we use to be. You're still my sister. I'm sorry, okay Amber? I'm sorry about everything."

"It's okay, Megan. I'm sorry too."

They stood up, Amber walking to meet her, and hugged each other. Then Megan turned around and left. I could see that she was the one crying. Her cheeks were flushed and tears were streaming down her face as she walked out. 

Amber watched her go, her eyes were moist, but she didn't cry. Then she sat down next to me, her arms around my neck. She rubbed her nose against my cheek, then she bit my chin, looking up at me.

"That's a love bite, David. That's all I meant to do. Just a little nibble, okay? I'll be more careful from now on."

I held her close and put my face into her hair. It smelled fresh like the ocean and felt a little crunchy with hair spray against my swollen lip.

"Your hair smells nice. What is it?"

"It's sea salt texturizing spray. It gives me beach hair. Like I went surfing or something. It adds volume and kind of a mussed up natural look. You like it?"

"It's sexy."

"That's why I use it, honey. Let's go upstairs now."

She held my hand as we walked to the stairs.

"What time is it?" Amber said.

"You really need a watch."

"David, I just want to know what time it is."

"Not even eight o'clock."

"What time do we go to the hospital?"

"Probably about ten."

"Good. We have two hours for your surprise. Start taking your clothes off honey, I want you naked on the bed."

Amber placed a large plush white bath towel out toward the middle of the bed to protect the blue and white comforter I had bought just last week. The pattern is an abstract blue sky and white cloud graphic. She undressed, slowly, smiling at me, peeling off all her clothes, and laid down naked on the towel, her head propped up by two sky blue pillows. She scooted another pillow under her tight little bottom, helping to tilt her pelvis up, and spread her legs wide and told me to kneel on the towel between them.

"This will be our own private spa treatment, David. You're going to shave me clean and massage my pussy, you're going to finger fuck me too, but most important you're going to get up close and see all of me with your eyes wide open, inside and out. I want to imprint my pussy on your brain."

"I think I can do that, Amber."

"I know you can, honey. Then I'll do the same for you. When we're done with me you'll be the one to lie back and I'll groom you any way you want. Then I'll play with you. I'll finger you and stroke you and suck on you too. I want you to show me just how you like your cock sucked. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it David. The is our quiet time to really get to know each other. One hour for me and one hour for you."

"So, this is your surprise?"

"Yes, David! This is my surprise. Are you telling me you have spa days with all your girlfriends? I thought this would be special!"

"I don't have any girlfriends, Amber. You're the only one. And it is special. I'm sorry for teasing you."

"Look at me. Don't tease me about this."

"I won't. I'm sorry."

She said she had a new razor by the bathroom sink with shaving gel next to it and that I should soak a washcloth in hot water, ring it out, fold it once, and bring it back quick before it cooled. When I did as she asked, Amber placed the hot washcloth over her pussy mound and between her legs.

"I'll need another one, David. This one's cooling down too fast. Make it hotter and wetter. I need my pussy to be softened up all over." 

I went to the bathroom and prepared another folded washcloth, this one much hotter, almost steaming, and dripping wet. 

"Now that's too hot, baby. That will burn me." She handed it back to me. "Let it cool just a second. Now you do it. You put it on my pussy. Right here, David."

I placed the hot washcloth on her pussy. I was kneeling at her side on the bed, turned and facing toward her feet, my face between her thighs inches from her pussy. I had the washcloth where she wanted, my hand cupped, the heel holding the hot cloth tight against her pussy mound, my fingers pressing the rest of it securely on her labia and below. She lifted herself against my hand, moaning at the warmth. The cloth was dripping wet, rivulets of warm water were running down her inner thighs and onto the white bath towel, but I could feel her wetness too. I could smell the sexy scent of Amber's wetness. I love the fragrance of her pussy when her juices flow, a musky and spicy mix with just a hint of fresh baked bread. I told her so.

"You smell so sexy, Amber."

"My pussy?"

"Of course your pussy."

"Tell me, honey."

"There's an earthy musky scent like trees and rain and moss."

"Like a rainforest?"

"Yes, sweetheart, like a moist and humid rainforest."

"Thank you, honey."

"Then there's a sexy mix of spices that fills my head and stays with me. It was with me all day yesterday, Amber."

"What kind of spices?"

"I don't know exactly what kind," I said. "Maybe cinnamon and nutmeg, you know, sweet like pumpkin pie."

"You're just saying that, David."

"It's true, Amber."

"Don't tease me. Girls are sensitive about how we. . . about how we might seem down there. . . to our guys."

"You shouldn't be. You're perfect and natural and sweet. It's all your own, Amber. There's no need to try to change it. It's so sexy because it's all your own. Nobody else could be as sweet as you."

"That's so good to hear, honey. You can tell me that all you want," she laughed.

"Well, you also have this faint hint of fresh baked bread. It's intoxicating. It makes my head spin. Warm and fresh baked just out of the oven." 

"Ok, that's enough. I changed my mind. Now you're embarrassing me. You don't need to tell me more." 

She pulled me up to kiss her. We kissed gentle kisses, then deeper open kisses, her lips alternately kissing and gripping at the tip of my tongue. 

"I'm so glad you love everything about my pussy, David. Because it loves you back. It really loves you back."

"You know I can go on all day about you, Amber."

"Yes, I know you can," she laughed.

She reached down and squeezed at my erection. She was lightly stroking me and kissing me again, her tongue flicking at my teeth.

"David, look at you, why are you fucking my hand?" she teased. "That's way out of line, honey. This is my time. Your time is later." 

She said I should try to remember what we were doing, that shaving her pussy was where my mind should concentrate. She explained exactly how to apply the shaving gel, how much and where to put it.

"There we go. All set," she said. "Now just shave me like you shave yourself except much more carefully. No nicks down there, honey. That would really hurt."

"Where should I start?"

"Start with my mons pubis. It's the easiest. You know what that is, sweetie? Can you find it?"

"I believe I can."

"That's what it's called in Paris, David. Where someone recently had a job offer and free plane tickets. If that helps you. I'm just trying to help."

"Actually, just one plane ticket. Plus, I think mons is Latin, isn't it?"

"Who cares? French or Latin. You would go without me!?"

"I'll find out today if I'm even going. And no, I wouldn't go without you."

"Yes! We're going to Paris! I need to start packing."

"Let's wait to talk to Katelyn. She has a lot on her mind. I don't know where things stand right now."

"Okay, I can do that. Not another word until we're sure."

"Good idea." 

"I wonder what the weather's like in Paris? Where's my phone? I'll check."

"That's pretty funny."

"I'm a funny girl. You really should know that by now."

"I need to finish down here. I think the shaving gel is starting to congeal. It looks like it's gone bad."

"No it doesn't. It looks fine. Shave me several times. Up and down and maybe crossways too. Get it smooth. Remember, David? Remember you saying how I was stubbly?"

"That was a joke."

"But you weren't kidding."

"I was kidding."

"Agree to disagree, honey?"

"You're wearing me out, Amber."

"Sorry, I'm just giddy. I'll concentrate," she sighed. "Okay, that does feel good, baby. I like the way you care for me. Your warm hands holding me. Shaving me. Look at you, David. You have your boner back. I knew you would like this. I like it too."

"You ever shave yourself?"

"Never."

"So, you mean. . .?"

"You're the first one to shave me, David. What I mean is waxing is better. Much closer. It's gets below the skin and makes me really slick. The day after I get waxed I can't keep my hands off myself it feels so sexy smooth. Next time I go to my spa we'll have to spend the whole next day playing together. I'm not even kidding. The whole day."

"So this here is a one time thing?"

"No, it doesn't have to be," she smiled. "I knew you'd like it. Anytime you want, baby. I love the way you pamper my pussy."

"I sometimes shave twice a day."

"Okay, honey," Amber laughed. "You want to do me twice a day, you got it."

When I was finished and she was as smooth as the blade would allow. I warmed up another washcloth and patted her clean. She sat up on the bed and hugged me.

"Thank you, sweetie. I have goosebumps," Amber said.

"You're welcome, . . . so I guess it's my turn now?" I said.

"You guessed wrong, lover."

"Really? I think your hour's almost up."

"It's not almost up, David. I have thirty more minutes."

"Okay, what now?"

"You finger fuck me. You can only use two fingers and your thumb. That's the rule. Also, you have to make me cum."

"So, two rules then?"

"One rule. . . smartypants. My orgasm is the bonus prize. For both of us. Because I know you want me to cum for you, David. I see it in your eyes."

"How about kissing? Is kissing allowed?"

"Hmmm, . . . I'm not sure. That's a good question, honey. Let me think. . . "

I leaned down between her thighs and kissed her. A single kiss just to get things going. 

"Ohhh, okay, okay, honey. I guess kissing's allowed!" Amber giggled. "I was thinking fingers, a simple finger or two, but I changed my mind. I won't argue. You decide what's best. . . I leave it up to you, sweetie."

I pressed my palm on her bald pussy mound and rubbed my index finger along her velvet lips. She lifted her tight little bottom off the bed, arching her pelvis against my hand. Amber's vulva normally waits quietly inside, until she decides it needs to see outside air and opens herself, and then like magic she's pink and wet and glistening, all warm and ready to be fucked. I slipped my finger all the way in and her muscles gripped me tight, surprisingly strong and firm and extra tight.

"How's that, honey?" Amber laughed. "Do you like that? I work my Kegel's everyday, David. Just so I can grip you tight like that." 

"Pretty amazing. I have to say. . . powerful. . ."

With her pussy clinching on my finger, contracting and then almost releasing and then clinching hard again, and her hand now stroking on my cock, I was spinning in my mind, I couldn't even speak as I heard her talk.

"I don't do it when I pee, honey, like some people say. That's not good. I just do it throughout the day. I work my vagina at least twenty times a day. . . feel it? You couldn't leave me if you tried."

I was actually on the verge of cumming and Amber knew it. She released my cock. Her tight pussy grip on my finger eased.

"Don't you cum, David. This is my time. Remember? Your time is later."

I rolled onto my back at her side. Staring at the ceiling. Our heads were touching at the temples. I was breathing but I wasn't sure what was happening anymore. My cock was as confused as I was. It was looking up at me for guidance. I had no answers. Everything was now in Amber's eyes.

"It's okay, honey." Amber whispered. "It's okay to be possessed. I promise to take good care of you. With good lovers it's always a give and take. Now is just my turn to take."

She kissed me. Her green eyes radiating deep into my eyes like an incandescent fire. She took my hand in her's, leading me back to where I began.

"Let's try again, David."

My same finger went back into Amber and my thumb touched against the hardness of her clit. 

"Easy lover," she smiled. She held my hand in hers and guided my thumb back and forth, a lite grazing at her tenderness. "Just like that, honey. Just like that."

She moved against me, faster now, circling and lifting against my hand. Her sexy moans drifting up into my ears, from deep inside herself she was still talking to me, just not with words. 

I coaxed her and eased her over, turning her over on her tummy, turning my hand as well, her pussy now holding onto my thumb and clinching fast, my finger now brushing against her clit. Her bottom now looked up at me, tanned and golden brown, firm and ripe, it was calling to me in a language of its own, telling me it was a peach for me to kiss. I nuzzled into her bottom, one cheek and then the other. The first time I saw Amber undressing on her patio I thought about this moment, where I could kiss at the top of her bottom's cleavage and work my way down all the way into her little puckered hole. At first she tightened at my kiss, then opened up again, lifting her pussy away from the bed she was on her knees now, her head pressed down into the pillow.

"Be careful, David. I'm already on the edge. Please don't hurt me, honey."

She waited there for me, open but apprehensive, moaning for me to finish, yet not sure of my intention. I put the tip of the forefinger from my free hand at her puckered hole and held it there, barely pushing but gently probing, until she opened up and began pushing back on me, first one knuckle, then two knuckles deep. She was fucking herself back at me. It was all I could do to hold on and let her do the rest.

"Oh honey," she moaned. Deep into her orgasm. "Fuck it into me. Fuck it all the way into me."

She pushed and squirmed so ardently we toppled over on our sides, sprawling on the bed, with Amber still thrusting herself against my hands. When she finally slowed down and released me there was wetness all around. A humid, salty mix of sweat and cum. She kissed me laughing into my mouth. Then she thumped me in the chest with her hand. Her eyes smoldering and moist with tears. 

"You're so mean to me, David. For a second I thought you were going to fuck my bum. I mean, you know, with your cock. I was ready to let you too, if that's really what you want, honey."

"That was never my intention."

"I know it wasn't, sweetie. I'm sorry, I just don't want my bottom thought of in that way. Your finger was really nice though," she smiled. "I loved your finger in my bum. When I knew it was going to be your finger I was so happy, David. Isn't it funny to love a finger in my bum but not want a cock? Even your cock, honey. Is it odd I just don't want it there?"

"I get the picture," I laughed. "It's not odd or funny, either one. It's not like I'm an expert on the subject, but I can see how a finger might feel good whereas something a lot bigger, if you're not extremely careful, might hurt or even cause. . ."

"Okay, that's enough, we don't need the details! The point is you're happy just fucking my tight pussy. That's the point."

"Well, I thought last night was great. I was happy with what we did late last night too."

I was making little squeezing motions my hands, kind of like a pantomime, where I try to help say what I'm thinking with my hands.

"That's true. Last night was awesome. It's called a titty fuck, by the way, David," Amber laughed. "But you're right. There's so many things we can still do."

"We should make a list," I suggested.

"Would cock sucking be on the list?"

"I think it should be. Why not?"

"I'm teasing you, honey. It's your turn now. Tell me how you like it."

She moved between my legs and started blowing little bursts of air at the base of my cock. I had lost most of my erection. I was maybe half way hard.

"It looks a little flat, honey. It needs some air." She took me in her hand and wiggled me. Then she whacked me against my stomach. Not hard, but it was a little rough.

"Careful there."

"Sorry, honey," Amber smiled sheepishly. "Let me kiss it better. There you go. See, David? All you needed was some air and a little kiss. Now you got your stiffy back."

She sat up kneeling on the bed between my legs. She put her hands on her hips and looked at me. 




The Sunlight Episodes Ch. 05



"I know you like me to do the talking, but this is important. You have to tell me what you like," Amber said.

"Just be playful and gentle. You can also be a little wild like our first time together."

"You mean you want a bad girl? Because I was just pretending to be bad. I was nervous. I'm not nervous anymore, honey," she laughed. "Our first time together. . . doesn't that seem like a lifetime ago?"

"It was yesterday."

"Time wise not so long. I'm talking feelings, honey. And the way our lives have changed. Time doesn't seem to matter anymore."

I was going to make a joke about watches and forgetting time but she looked so sweet and contemplative. I thought it was best to leave her to her thoughts. Let her come back to me on her own.

"You want me playful and gentle but a little wild. I'll try honey. If you want it different, just let me know."

She started by licking the head, swirling her tongue around, and then kissing it five or twenty times, I lost count. She had one hand gripping the base of my cock so she could angle me to her discretion. I can be moved around until I get really hard, then it can hurt, that's why I like it gentle.

"Are you watching me, honey?" Amber asked.

"I am."

"Good, because I'm about to suck your cock. I won't do it though if you don't want me to. Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

Her mouth was poised, open and an inch away. I could feel her warm breath on my cock. She looked up at me.

"See, honey? I won't do anything you don't want me to." Her eyes sparkled, teasing me.

I lifted my hips off the bed putting my erection against her pouted pink lips, then I moved a little more and pushed the head into her waiting mouth. She sucked softly at first then more forcefully, just on the head of my cock. I could barely feel her teeth. She was careful with her teeth. Then like that she released me.

"I guess I got my answer, honey. I need a better angle though. Scoot down the bed a little so we can sixty-nine."

We repositioned ourselves with Amber on top of me, kneeling over me, her bottom just above my head. The view of her freshly shaved pussy was spectacular but she clearly wasn't comfortable.

"This isn't working. I can't get at you, honey. Let's try on our sides instead. No, hold on, I changed my mind. Stay there. Don't move, honey."

She tried sideways doggy-style, our bodies forming a shortened "T" but that didn't satisfy her either. Finally, she flopped over on her side, her back against my face, in a fetal position with her face resting sideways on my chest.

"Okay, honey, I'm finally comfortable now, Amber giggled. "Are you still awake, David? Because I'm exhausted. I may have to take a nap. Wait, never mind, that's okay, let me try something."

"What are you doing?"

"David, your cock's too hard! It's poking straight up to your face. It's not adjustable enough, honey. What's the matter with it? Look, I can't tilt it up from your body. It might break!"

She had her hand on my cock, practicing lifting me up a little, poking me a few inches up.

"I'm not going to break, Amber."

"You better not," she said, now talking to my cock. "You're my brand new toy. And I'm the type of girl that needs a lot of playtime. Is that okay, you fucker? A little tilt off David?"

"That's fine Amber," I said, leaning my head up off the pillow. "Straight up toward the ceiling would hurt, but right about there is great."

"I'm not talking to you David," Amber said, lecturing me. "I'm in bad girl mode. This is between me and your cock. You stay out of it, okay honey? But thanks for the assurance. I'll take good care of you. You don't need to worry."

I laid back down and settled for rubbing one hand over her curled legs, taught and toned, the muscles of her hamstrings flexing underneath.

"David's kind of bossy isn't he?" Amber asked my cock. "He thinks he can tell you what to do and where to go. That's not right. That's not going to happen anymore. I'm the boss now. You're my fucker now, aren't you? We'll have secrets of our own, just you and me, because you're my fucker."

She nuzzled down and kissed the tip just once. She backed off, then went back again, sucking on just the head. Alternating soft little sucks with hard aggressive ones. Then rubbing back and forth with her full lips on my head and then licking up and down the entire hard length of my shaft. 

"It's all so complicated, licking, kissing and sucking. Which way to go? What should I do? David's not allowed to talk. So it's all up to us. Just me and my fucker."

She leaned up on my chest, cupped my balls in one hand and gabbed the base if my cock with the other. 

"What does the fucker think? Do you want to be kissed?"

Amber moved my cock in a back and forth "no" motion. She looked up at me with her best goofy smile, showing all her teeth, thrilled at her idea of turning my cock into her puppet.

"Okay fucker. No kissing then. How about licking? I love to lick on my big fat fucker. Is that what you want?"

I thought that sounded good but Amber made my cock say no.

"No? What do you want then? You want to be sucked? You want me to be your cocksucker?"

She nodded my cock yes.

"Well, I won't do it!" Amber was laughing now. "What makes you think I want to? You can't make me. I'm the boss, you're just a fucker."

Amber made my cock nod yes, yes, yes. Even I was laughing now.

"Okay, okay. . . I'll do it. Don't get hysterical." 

Amber was the one laughing in hysterics. She looked up at me with a big grin and blew me a sexy kiss. Then she managed to stop laughing enough to lean in and do what my cock wanted. 

She sucked down on me, first the head, then the first few inches, bobbing up and down, sliding me in, then out. She released her hands from my balls and my cock and clinched her fists at her chest in a praying pose, her thumbs inside her fingers. Moaning and humming on my cock she went down deeper, a good five or six inches deep before I realized what she was doing. Her clinched fists an old trick to try to keep from gagging. I suddenly felt heartache for her efforts. With my hands on her head I eased her off an inch or two.

"I just like the tip sucked, Amber." I said it clear, even though my orgasm with quickly building and getting ready to explode. "Just the head, sweetheart. That's how I really like it."

She eased off a little more and caught her breath. Then she went at me again, just the head and an inch or two of shaft. I closed my eyes and gave in to what I was feeling. It all came out of me in a rush, all the days and nights alone erased by Amber forgetting about herself, all in her efforts to please me. I honestly felt like crying when I came in Amber's mouth. I covered my face with my hands as I felt her swallowing and then kissing me and licking me clean. Then she moved up to me and cuddled in my arms. 

"That was magical, David. So much cum and I took care of every drop. Did you see me, honey?"

"I did see you Amber. You're the sweetest girl."

I still felt fireworks in my head. I imagined brain cells bursting and floating into my eyes. I was seeing stars.

"David, I was being a bad girl, not sweet," she laughed. "What about my puppet show? Oh my god, honey. That was so funny. How do I do it? I don't even know."

"It was hilarious," I laughed. "You really are something else. I've never felt anything like this. . ."

"You don't have to say it, David," Amber said, suddenly serious. "I know you feel it just like I do. I just know you feel it. We both do."

I watched the breeze move the blinds away from the window sills a few inches each, and then as the breeze died back down, the blinds gently settled back, with just a little clicking sound against the sills.

My phone was ringing on the bedside table. I reached for it but Amber had it first. She looked at who was calling and handed it to me.

"We have to get going, honey. I'll shower first."

Amber was off the bed and into the bathroom before I could answer. I looked at the phone and saw that it was Katie calling. Amber peeked her head around the corner looking me in the eyes.

"Say hi for me, honey," she said, and smiled and disappeared.

Katie told me she missed me at the airport and that she had to catch a cab instead. She was now at her parent's house freshening up. Her mom spent the night at the hospital so could I give her a ride? She could be over in fifteen minutes. I told her I was planning all along to go with her to the hospital. I then went into my pantomime as I told her about Amber and how she would be coming too. I know it had to sound strange. Katie and I have talked every week in the years since our divorce and this was the first time she was hearing about Amber. There was a long pause. I looked at my fingernails as I waited for her response. Katie processing all the implications. 

"Fine, David. . . You want to bring someone you just met? Whatever. I'll see you in fifteen minutes." She hung up the phone without waiting for my response.

That actually went much better than I expected. Maybe the two of them could be friends? Then I reconsidered. I realized I was kidding myself. I know I can be delusional when it comes to Katie.