11 comments/ 41567 views/ 6 favorites Amber's Awakening Ch. 01 By: CarolinaPeach This all happened long ago, in 1991, the summer after my senior year in high school. Visual art has always been my passion, so when my parents insisted I do something productive with my time, I enrolled in a summer art school class. Our teacher was Terry, a very handsome man, sophisticated and urbane. Terry spoke to me as he would to an adult and I felt special. Being only 18 and rather inexperienced, I fell for his ruse to get me into the alley next to the art school by myself. Suddenly I found myself being pushed into a corner formed by the neighboring building and the fence. He set upon me, backing me into the corner, groping me while I fought his onslaught. I barely came up to his chin and the contest was decidedly in Terry's favor. Then I heard someone rattling down the rear stairs from the balcony above. A guy dressed in black jeans and a black leather vest burst through the wooden gate. He had seen us. He took in everything: Terry's hands on me, my struggle to escape. "What the fuck are you doing to her?" he demanded of Terry. My preserver looked like he belonged at a Metallica concert. Terry withdrew quickly. I was now crying. "Go upstairs," the young man directed to me over his shoulder, still facing Terry. I obeyed. From the top of the stairs I saw Terry back up, away from my guardian, then hustle back into the art school. He stood there with folded arms for a few moments as if waiting to see if Terry would re-emerge. That was how I met Cody. Once we were in Cody's apartment, he asked "Are you OK?" Cody's face remained glowering from his encounter with Terry. As glad as I was to get away from Terry, my rescuer was a bit alarming. My sheltered existence had never brought me close to anyone like him. I'd barely seen anything outside my private schools and the country club. Cody was dark and raw, undisguised. "Yes, I think I'm OK," I replied, trying to take inventory. It was hard to focus under Cody's intense gaze. The ordinary bun I put my dark hair up in was a little worse for wear, my clothes were disheveled, and Terry had grabbed my arm pretty hard. It would leave a bruise on my pale skin. That seemed to be it. Cody relaxed a little and removed his hand from my shoulder. He handed me the water he'd brought. After taking a few sips, I noticed a greasy thumb print and quickly put it down. I needed to go anyway, it was past 4. I thanked my champion and departed. Once home, I wondered why I had hurried. My mother was out shopping with one of her country club friends. I was alone with my thoughts about my afternoon. My father would go down there and threaten Terry with a lawsuit. He might actually do it, bring a lawsuit, or worse, call the police. And after assuring herself I was not truly hurt, my mother would probably find some way to blame me. She never liked the idea of me attending art school. She wanted me to practice tennis with the pro at the Club. Anything not directly associated with the Club was distasteful, seedy, dangerous, outre, below our station, something. I had been so happy to get away from the Club, out from under her eagle eye. I didn't want to go through all the scenes that would be involved if I reported Terry's assault. I had no idea what I'd do with my time, but the idea of being FREE appealed to me. I chose to keep my Terry experience to myself. My immediate plans for the very next day were decided for me. I'd left my wallet at Cody's apartment. I had no number to call, so all I could do was appear on his doorstep. No one answered the door when I knocked. I settled myself on an old wicker chair on the balcony to wait. I got out my sketch pad and doodled until I noticed the Japanese tulip tree in bloom, in the courtyard. I was absorbed in my rendition of the tree when Cody came home. He invited me in and offered me a Pepsi while he looked for my wallet. He eventually had to move the sofa. How it had gotten so far back there, I couldn't imagine. When he returned it to me, he noticed my sketch. "What's that?" he asked, standing behind me and looking over my shoulder. I had not gotten farther than the trunk and a few branches. "The tulip tree outside." A thought crossed my mind... No, that would be too strange. Asking a complete stranger to sit on their balcony to draw a tree? I'd never be able to complete it from memory though. I boldly asked the favor. "Sure, you can come up here any time." If I had known him better, I would have been able to tell how pleased he was. "Doesn't matter if we're away, you're welcome to hang out." When I came the next day, at the time I normally would have been at art school, I found someone had covered the chair with a blanket and provided a cushion. I knocked but no one answered. Away from the busy avenue beyond the alley, the courtyard was quiet, filled with bird song. The wild garden was lush. Honey suckle bloomed on one fence, adding a sweet smell. I watched a squirrel raid a bird feeder hanging from a dogwood. I realized, after a while, I had not continued my sketch and put myself to work. A problem occurred to me, rather urgently, when I'd been there a couple of hours. I had no access to a bathroom. Just as I was determining I needed to find a public restroom, Cody came home. Embarrassed, I told him of my need. I was ushered in and shown the bathroom. It was cleaner than I had expected, from my experience with the dirty glass and dust bunnies under the couch. I was offered a drink again and as I was truly thirsty, I accepted. "That art school guy give you more trouble?" Cody wanted to know, looking a bit grim. I assured him Terry had not even noticed me. "If he bothers you, let me know." I doubted anyone would interfere with Cody. Terry certainly wouldn't. I hadn't finished my sketch and asked to return the following day. Cody and his roommates Neil and Michael were home the next day, listening to music while I sketched away. Heavy metal, not the kind of music I listened to, or my friends listened to. The more I heard, the more appealing it became. The lyrics seemed a bit silly sometimes, but the hard, intense guitars held my attention. An hour or so later, I was offered a drink again. I politely asked about the music and got a lot more than I expected. Neil and Michael got into an argument about something to do with Blue Oyster something. Neil appealed to me as if I would actually know or have an opinion. He pulled out a record and put it on the turntable, selected a spot and lowered the needle. It was beautiful, a guitar rippling and haunting vocals. It was unlike the other stuff they listened to, until about the middle, when suddenly the guitars came on strong. Neil pointed to my rapt expression and triumphantly said "There, even she agrees!" Michael looked skeptical. Cody refused to comment. Neil seemed to think that ended the discussion, but Michael pursued his argument. I found Cody looking at me. He shared an amused look with me, watching Neil and Michael debate. Suddenly I realized it was time for me to go. My sketch was still unfinished. It took me one more day to finish the tulip tree. But I didn't want to abandon my afternoons there and started a new sketch, of the honeysuckle. Next, one of the bird feeder. By then I was an accepted member of the group. I didn't need my sketch book as an excuse any more. I began a double life. Weekdays, I was a fixture at the bachelor pad. Weekends, I was dragged by my parents to all sorts of boring social functions at the country club. My parents were under the impression that I was still attending art school weekdays and frequently spending evenings with various girlfriends. I was freer than I had ever been in my life. It felt good. ***** There was great excitement a few weeks later. Judas Priest and Alice Cooper were coming to town. We all despaired of going, as it was sold out, until Neil won a pair of tickets from a radio contest. We drew lots to decide which of the three of us would accompany Neil. Michael was the lucky one. The day of the concert, Cody was off work from his job at the heavy metal/punk rock record store and I was hanging out as usual. It was sweltering. I was in shorts and a short tank top, trying to stay cool with as little clothing as possible. I hadn't even bothered with a bra. My dark chestnut hair was done up in a messy bun, wisps straggling against my pale skin. I was blowing on my fingernails, willing the nail polish to dry when Cody interrupted my thoughts. "Amber, it's too hot here. Let's go down to the lake. There's at least a breeze there." I was alive to that prospect. I had been wishing for a cooling rain shower, but a breeze would be welcome. "C'mon, put away that stuff. I'll get my keys." He pressed my shoulder as he passed behind me, let his hand trail down my arm. It was an easy, natural motion, but unlike any he had made before. Down by the lake, we found a solitary bench perched on a point of land, sheltered by a lonely oak. The breeze whipped my hair. We groaned with envy, discussing the line up of bands Michael and Neil were going to see tonight. As a consolation, Cody mentioned a bootleg recording of a Black Sabbath concert he got from a regular at the record store. We could listen to it while the guys were at the show. We ran out of talk about the upcoming concert and lapsed into silence. The sun was now setting. It was time to go if we wanted to see Michael and Neil off. As we turned back, Cody casually slung one arm around my shoulder in a friendly embrace. I hesitated, unsure what this meant. Then, tentatively, I put my arm around his waist. He squeezed my shoulders. Something had shifted. When we got back to the apartment, the guys were all riled up and ready to go. Michael had his Slayer t-shirt and Neil was sporting an Anthrax one. Cody gave Michael some money. He couldn't go to the concert himself, but Michael could buy him some tour merchandise. "A poster, if they have one." Their excitement was contagious. Finally they set off, Cody loaning them the car for the night. "OK, Miss Amber, we have our own concert to listen to. This bootleg is really rare. We'll have to listen on my stereo, the one out here eats tapes. I can't trust this baby," tapping the tape, "in that old deck." We retired to his bedroom. I had never been in there so I looked around curiously. It was neater than I'd expected. Michael and Neil were such pigs; the living room coffee table was always deep in fast food containers and dirty dishes. His bed was tidily made up with a deep blue and green jewel toned comforter, and there was a sheepskin rug on the floor. The lighting came from a torchiere floor lamp, indirect and subdued. A line of candles graced the mantle, which surprised me. Cody didn't seem like the candle-light type of person. In place of pride was his stereo system, a massive affair of stacked components, looking as complicated as a control room in a nuclear power plant. The four speakers were screwed into the ceiling, one for each corner of the room. "This guy saw Black Sabbath in Chicago, the 1983 tour. Vintage stuff. I don't know what kind of recording equipment he had, but man, this is an amazing copy." He put the tape in, pressed play. He ushered me to the bed, then settled himself on the sheepskin rug, leaning against the bed. A strange, distorted sound resolved itself into a baby's cries. "You should see the album cover, it has this red devil baby on it." I thought I could forgo the devil baby, but settled in for a good performance. I idly ran my toes through the sheepskin rug and was surprised at the incredible softness. I involuntarily exclaimed "Oh my god, this feels so good!" I eagerly rubbed my bare feet against it. Cody laughed, tweaked my big toe. "You like it soft, Amber?" "Oh yes!" He gave me a heart-melting smile of amused affection. I suddenly noticed how his eyes crinkled in the corners and wanted to touch his mouth. I mentally shook myself... where had that come from? "We need some drinks... whatcha want, honey?" "Mmm, Pepsi is good." He returned bearing two cans beaded with condensation. I was flopped back on his bed, spreadeagled to get as much cool air from the ceiling fan on my body as possible. "You look hot." I innocently didn't catch the innuendo. "Here, let me cool you off. An old trick my grandma showed me." He gestured for me to sit up and turn my back to him. He sat next to me, then pressed the frigid can against the nape of my neck. I jumped away from the burning cold, but he put a hand on my shoulder and urged me back. His hand was warm. "It hurts at first, but then it feels good. Stay still." And he was right. Goose bumps soon showed up on my arms, and my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my tank. His hand was still on my shoulder, now kneading my muscles. Then I just barely felt something soft and warm where my shoulder met my neck. I turned my head a little to look, and it was Cody, gently putting his mouth against me and licking the salt of my skin. Without thought, I moved as though to pull away, but he pressed down on my shoulder, holding me still. He removed the can of Pepsi, replaced it with a gentle, heavy hand. What was Cody doing? "Does this feel good, Amber?" He put his mouth against me again, an open-mouthed kiss in the same place, at the base of my neck. It was sending a different kind of shiver down me. "Yes," I husked in a low voice. My admission was pulled from me without my volition and was followed by an arousing guilty thrill. This was forbidden ground. My parents would not approve. Society would not approve. Everything about Cody, from his long hair to his tattooed arms... off limits, no nice girl would let him do this. I knew he would take me places I'd never been. He was no boy, he was a man. Giving in to the overwhelming excitement and pleasure would be a plunge into the unknown, the wild, the untamed. Now he was closer, stroking my arms as he kissed my neck from behind. Should I let this go on? His hands came around to rest on my bare midriff, embracing me. He moved even closer, working his way up my neck to breathe in my ear. His touch against my skin was unlike anything I'd ever felt, soft, gentle, warm. Thrilling. He was drawing unknown feelings from me, a rising column of pleasure that started at the base of my being. Was this wrong? I was basking in the heat building in my stomach when he turned me to face him. His eyes were almost black with dilated pupils. I ran my finger over the dark stubble where a long strand of jet hair lodged. His mouth was red and sharply delineated. I was in awe of power he had over me, how his touch could move me into an unknown, forbidden world of dark pleasure. I surrendered. A shock of excitement flashed down me as my lips met his, making my heart beat harder. The heat in my stomach expanded, my skin was flushed. I put my arms around him, palms sliding across the whipcord muscles of his back. His mouth caressed mine, his tongue probed between my lips. I opened my mouth to him, extended my tongue. He met my tongue with his own in a wet sliding touch. The gentle contact sent hot waves through me. Cody deepened the kiss. Soon we were entirely absorbed. My hands on his back filled an itch I had never known. He stopped kissing me long enough to pull his shirt over his head, exposing tattooed biceps, his pale chest feathered with dark hair and slick with perspiration. Then he was back. This was more intense than any kisses I had exchanged with boys my own age. His tongue against mine, smooth bare skin under my hands, a beat in my throat pulsing steadily, my center flowing with hot, dark pleasure, it was too much and I broke our kiss to moan his name. My hands could not get enough of his wiry arms and muscled back. He easily slid his mouth to my neck again. He was stroking me from the waistband of my shorts to the hem of my tank top. As my breath came faster, he slipped his hands under my shirt and cupped my small breasts so that they lifted and the nipples rubbed against my shirt. I arched forward, asking for more. Wordlessly he removed my top. His fingers stroked the sides of my breasts as his thumbs came up to graze my nipples. They instantly came to attention, small dark pink buttons. An incredible heat was mounting. I was so absorbed in the pleasure Cody was eliciting from me that my nudity did not register. An hour ago I would not have believed I could shed my top so easily, but now it was cast aside without thought, my only care the feelings coursing through me. While he sucked and nipped at one saliva slippery nipple, he cupped my other breast and pinched the sensitive tip gently. All the sensations pulled a thrill down, feeding the overwhelming sensation of arousal in my center. He switched from one breast to the other. I lost track of the passage of time, the pleasure seeming to go on and on. Then he stopped to kiss me again. He pressed me back into a reclining position on the bed, facing each other. Now our chests were together, sweat making us slippery. His slim hips rested against my closed legs. I had never gone so far with a boy. I didn't care if this was right or wrong. This was the last bastion of my modesty and I abandoned myself. I drew one knee up, parting my legs, and he slid upward until I could feel his erection against my thigh. I began to rub my pelvis against his jeans. I was no longer moaning but crying in gasps. I hooked one leg around his waist, brought my other knee up, impelling him closer, deeper between my legs. Now his erection was rubbing against the space between my spread legs, my back arching up to bring us closer together so that he was pushing my fabric covered lips apart and rubbing my clitoris. I discovered a hunger and pursued it without shame. I writhed against him, holding on to him, moving to stimulate myself. He caught my rhythm and joined me, grinding together, simulating the act of sex. After an uncounted time he pulled away. I felt a yearning ache to have him back, skin against skin, closer than close. I felt him undo the button of my shorts, heard the zipper come down. He backed away as I closed my legs so he could remove my shorts and panties. I was completely nude but unaware of my nakedness, only longing to be skin to skin again, urgent to continue my pleasure. Now I wrapped both legs around his waist as he resumed his position on top of me. But his hand had snaked down between my legs. I was so wet his fingers slipped between my outer lips without resistance. He found my hard clitoris and rubbed his fingers up and down in time with the thrusting of my pelvis. I was crying his name until the heat inside me burst out in an orgasm that went on and on, his fingers still moving, drawing more out of me than I thought possible. In the midst of my orgasm, I'd felt a distant stab of pain, but ignored it. I collapsed and Cody rolled off me, coming to rest at my side. "Cody, that was..." I didn't have words for what just happened. I kissed him. "You're a beautiful woman, Amber." I had never actually been told that before. It added to my glow. Cody left my side for a moment to divest himself of his jeans, then slid back in bed with me, nestling in at my side. I languidly ran a hand down his side, settled my hand on his hip. I sleepily noticed his pants were gone, and he was twining his bare legs with my own. That pricked my attention. I looked down and saw his erection outlined clearly against the fabric of his dark red briefs. In my relaxed, sleepy state, action followed impulse without thought, and I reached out to touch him. I liked the long shape. It seemed designed to be held. I stroked it through the cloth. He pulled it out of his thin briefs. It did not feel as I expected. It felt hard but soft also, a hardness inside soft sliding skin. I explored it gently. He folded his hand around my own, closing it in a fist so I had his phallus in a firm grip. He very slowly moved my hand up and down. I felt how the skin slid and how hot it was. Amber's Awakening Ch. 01 As my hand explored the shaft, my eyes explored the head, bulbous and shaped almost like a helmet. It was darker pink than the pale shaft and looked stretched and shiny. There was a tiny slit at the tip and as I watched, a drop of precum formed there. I felt compelled to taste it. He guided my hand with his and together we were stroking the shaft, and now I licked this bead of moisture. "Amber," he groaned. His hand moved faster. It tasted salty, smelled musky and arousing. I had heard about blow jobs, and knew sucking was involved, so I gently sucked his head into my mouth. "Oh god, you're so good." Encouraged, I sucked more in, part of the shaft. My tongue started its own explorations, around the rim of his head, outlining the edges. He groaned again. I went back to sucking the head, rather as I would a lolipop, letting the rounded shape pop out, rubbing against my upper lip, then sucking it back in again. His eyes were closed now but his free hand was stroking my hair. "Sweet Jesus, Amber!" Now he let go of my hand and I continued stroking his shaft on my own. I developed a rhythm of sucking in as much as I could take and pumping my fist around his shaft. He was seething between clenched teeth "Yes, yes." I was very pleased I was doing it right, pleased to give him pleasure. Then suddenly he was pulling it out of my mouth, replacing my hand with his own. I watched, fascinated, as pearly white strands of cum squirted out. Some hit my chin. I wiped it off, looked at my hand, tasted it. Interesting. I liked it. A few tissues cleaned everything up. We snuggled into a spoon. I was almost asleep when we heard Michael and Neil come in. Their loud, excited voices filled the apartment. "Oh shit Amber! You need to go!" It was past midnight. I was supposed to be home 20 minutes ago. I bolted out of bed. Skipping panties, I jumped into my shorts and shirt. I tried hopelessly to straighten my hair. Cody hustled me out into the surprised faces of Michael and Neil. I stepped into my sandals and grabbed my purse. We rushed out, Cody calling back "Gotta go, guys." On the stairs down I found my hairbrush and began taming the mess. I had it up in a pony tail by the time we reached the end of the alley and I had gotten out my keys. Cody gave me a kiss over the car door as I scrambled in. "Call me..." he said through the window as I got into gear and drove away. Amber's Awakening Ch. 02 The first person I saw when I walked into Quick Silver Records, Cody's workplace, was a girl tricked out in black leather and chartreuse, with her green hair done up in crazy pigtails. I did not belong at Quick Silver. The only black leather I owned was a Coach purse. My bubble gum pink baby doll t-shirt and Calvin Klein jeans did not cut it for her; I could tell by the curl of her lip. Ignoring her, I searched for Cody. He was two aisles over and at the back of the store. He didn't see me until I was a few steps away. I had been nervous about this since I woke up and my stomach was in knots. I had heard about heavy metal guys who used women like tissues, another notch in their belt. But those guys hung out at bars and did drugs and were scummy. Not like Cody and the guys. They just liked metal. That's all. Right? When he looked up and saw me, he dropped his price gun and exuberantly hugged me, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around. I was floating. ***** "What did your parents say?" Cody wanted to know. I had been out a half hour past my curfew the night before. "I should have called them. That's all," I answered. "Oh, and my mom is buying me a cell phone." "A cell phone?" He sounded confused. "When in doubt, throw money at a problem is my mother's motto. I didn't call, so buy me a phone." He still looked perplexed. "Nevermind, it's just the way my mom is. Something bad happens, she must spend money." "You rich people are weird," was Cody's reply. Then he brightened. "I can't call your house, but now I can call your cell. Excellent." His white smile lifted my heart. ***** The next day, Saturday, started the usual round of social engagements my parents required me to attend. We dined at the Club three times over the weekend and I was forced to play tennis with an eligible bachelor. I was burning to get back to Cody and was hampered by all these formalities and wearisome parties. I used my new cell phone to call him from the Club bathroom several times. ***** Finally Monday rolled around. First thing in the morning I dressed carefully in a white halter top and plaid shorts and went to Cody's. I knew he had the day off. When I knocked and let myself in, I found him just out of the shower, hair still damp, drinking coffee with his bare feet up on the coffee table. He looked rather gloomy, to my surprise. I had expected an affectionate welcome, or at least a hug. He had been happy to see me on Friday. I sat down on the couch, next to him, but felt snuggling up to him would be unwelcome, when he was in this dismal state. I said, "I missed you." "Did you?" he asked. That seemed like a funny question. "Yes, I did. I couldn't wait for the weekend to be over." "So you had fun at the Club? Playing tennis?" "No, I hate going to the Club and never liked tennis. Why are you asking me this? I've told you that a million times." "I thought you might have been busy with Skip." He deliberately got the name wrong. Trip was the unwanted tennis partner foisted off upon me Saturday afternoon. If this was a fit of jealousy... "His name was Trip and he was boring. Why would I be busy with him?" "I never heard back from you, I figured you must be busy." I was getting angry. "Cody, how long have we known each other?" "I don't know," he lied. I knew he knew. I had jokingly invented a new holiday to celebrate my release from Terry's clutches, and marked the date on the calendar on the fridge. May 9th. Today was June 26th. It had been about 7 weeks. 48 days, to be exact. "I know you know, but since you're feigning ignorance, you've known me ALL SUMMER." "Feigning? Pretty fancy word. You think a deadbeat like me can understand these big words?" "Cody Harlan! You stop this right this second and tell me why you're mad at me!" I had jumped up, furious. "Because you'd rather be with those country club people than call me!" He was on his feet now too. "You couldn't be bothered to call me back!" Call him back? "Cody, when did you call me? Did you leave a message?" "You know I did!" I dove for my purse and frantically rummaged through it. I came up with my new phone and looked at it. I punched my way through the unfamiliar menu, finally coming up with the voicemail status. 3 messages. I punched through some more menus and saw the ringer was turned off. "Jesus, Cody, I barely know how to use this thing. I didn't think you'd be calling me last night. Wait." I accessed the voice mail and listened carefully as Cody proclaimed his affection in 3 messages, each message more uncertain. He had called at 11 last night. Watching my face, he looked more and more embarrassed. I looked at him in wonder. We stood there like that for I don't know how long. Then I launched myself at him and wrapped my arms around him. Staggering, he fell onto the couch and I followed him, kissing every part of him I could reach. "I like you too! I missed you too! I wanted to see you too! I was thinking of you too, last night!" He looked dumbfounded."You do?" "Yes I do!" I gave him a kiss full on the mouth. After a startled moment, he returned my kiss with mounting enthusiasm. I squirmed into his lap to get closer. "Damn, can't you guys argue after 10 o'clock? It's too early for all this strife." Neil was in boxers and a t-shirt, stumbling out of his bedroom. "Is there coffee? There better be. Waking me at this ungodly hour..." He grumbled his way into the kitchen. ***** "So you thought of me last night?" Cody asked. Neil had left for work by now and we were cuddled up on the couch. "Yes." "Were you having x-rated thoughts, young lady?" He leered at me. I blushed. I had had x-rated thoughts, constantly, all weekend long. I satisfied my itch Saturday and Sunday night in my sweet little girl's twin bed. I'd tried to finger myself but I was a little sore. It didn't stop me from relieving my need though. "I think you were!" he crowed. I looked up at him, burning with embarrassment. He hugged me closer. "You have been the leading lady in all of my most exciting dreams since May the 9th." He did remember. "What kind of thoughts were you having?" "Umm... " I was too embarrassed to say I had been thinking about his head in my mouth. His hand between my legs. My bare breasts with hardened nipples. "Well, it looks like I'll have to go first," he said with a laugh. "I was thinking..." Cody caressed my thigh from knee to hip, then kept traveling around to my ass. He leaned in to kiss me, his wandering hand finding its way to my inner thigh now, parting my legs. He massaged me there, moving in circles further up. It felt wonderful. My kisses became more passionate. I slipped a hand under his shirt to feel his lean muscled back. I pulled him closer, his hand moved further up my leg. I was falling into dark desire. I was no longer completely ignorant of things and my desires were specific. I wanted to put my hand on his leg, I wanted to feel the bulge in his pants, I wanted to put my mouth on him. But I was shy and embarrassed and only increased the ardency of my kiss, urging him closer with my hand on his back. Then I tried putting my other hand on his knee. Becoming more bold, I broke our kiss to lick and suck at his neck, nibble his ear lobe. He said my name in a way that thrilled me. Suddenly I straddled him on the couch, settling into his lap, surprising myself. Cody laughed and hugged me to him. I had to bend down to kiss him. The kiss quickly overheated and I needed to get his shirt off, get my shirt off, to feel skin against skin. His arms locked at the small of my back were thrilling. Without warning, Cody surged up and threw me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and brought me, kicking and giggling, to his bedroom. He gently deposited me on the edge of the bed. Standing in front of me, I hugged his legs and burrowed my face into his belly. He smelled so good, like fresh laundry and leather and some kind of delicious masculine musk. His belt buckle dug into my chin. I turned my head up to kiss his bare stomach, excited by the narrow trail of dark hairs leading into his jeans. Feeling as though someone else was driving me, I fumbled with the unfamiliar belt buckle. He helped me. The big buckle out of the way, I kissed and licked the place where the trail of hair dove under his waistband. I undid his jeans button, hesitantly pulled the zipper, suddenly running out of courage. I hugged him tight, my ear flat against his belly. When I loosened my hold, he came to sit beside me. "Amber, you are an exciting woman." Cody wiggled out of his jeans and lay back on the bed, pulling me with him. We lay that way, softly kissing. And then our kisses were no longer soft but urgent. My hand trailed down that fascinating line of hair to his black briefs. His erection came under my hand. I dipped down and pulled it free, once again delighted by the way it seemed to fit my hand perfectly. As he had shown me, I grasped it firmly and moved my hand up and down. "Amber, baby..." The way he groaned my name encouraged me. I curled around to lick the hair on his belly as I held it. I kissed and licked my way down to the base of his shaft, curled my tongue around the girth of it, licked my way up the shaft to his head. I licked my lips and gradually engulfed his head with my mouth. I sucked more in, encompassing the shaft, right down to where my fist held him. I tried to take more but I gagged. I started slowly, developing a rhythm with stroking hand and sucking mouth. "Yes," he whispered. I knew little about male anatomy, but I did know it was easy to hurt a man in the balls, so when I felt compelled to touch them, I was very gentle. The sac encasing them slid about in a surprising way. I carefully cupped them in my hand. I stopped my rhythmic attentions to lick them, discover their taste. Cody's smell was incredibly arousing. My finger nail brushed against a flat spot just behind his balls and Cody sucked in his breath sharply. I stopped, afraid I had hurt him. "There, Amber, touch me there," he murmured. I gently stroked the flat spot as I licked his scrotum and held the base of his shaft. Then I returned to my sucking, fist pumping with one hand, the other cupping his balls and touching that special place. His moaning thrilled me and I couldn't get enough of him into my mouth. He began calling my name, then short sharp moans. I was so excited I could barely contain myself, then he was pulling out of my mouth and squirting sperm on my face, some of which went in my mouth. The strange taste rolled across my tongue and I swallowed it. Cody sat up on one elbow, still holding his member and looked at my cum covered face. "Oh Amber, honey, I'm sorry. Look at you, a mess." He took a tissue from the box by his bed and wiped my face, while I laughed. He started laughing too. The tissue wasn't doing it so I went to the bathroom to sluice my face. One kiss to his belly button and then I snuggled into his arms. "Amber, you're wonderful." Slowly I relaxed, began drifting off. I was not aware of when his gentle strokes of my arm became erotic caresses, but soon I felt heat rising from the base of my being. His kisses began soft, and I lost myself in the slow sensation that built and built. I could still smell his scent, arousing and delicious. I moaned as he began licking his way down my neck to my cleavage. He broke away and unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. My panties followed. He moved back up to my breasts. Gently, he swept his hands up the sides of my breasts as he nuzzled in my cleavage again, then began kissing the undersides of my breasts. As he nibbled and tongued me in the sensitive crevice beneath my breasts, his fingers came up to tease my nipples. He nibbled and flicked and pinched as the heat grew in my belly. Soon I was moaning, body arched up, asking for more. He began inching down my torso and the warm progress of his mouth had my attention. Open-mouthed kisses and the caress of his tongue seared me. I was taut as a bow string, breathing heavily, pulsing in my middle. He moved down until he was between my legs and his tongue could touch my center of heat. He was so incredibly soft and wet and gentle. He coaxed me with his tongue, drew more and more excitement from me. The buildup was slower this time, but the pleasure was harder and more intense. I had been in a mindless frenzy previously, when he had touched me with his fingers. Now I was alert to every nuance of his tongue's passage. My outer lips were more sensitive to touch than they had ever been before, and he sent ripples of deep pleasure to my center as he licked them open. Then his tongue was in my wet folds, exploring. I was crying out now, shuddering every time he hit a sensitive spot. My toes were curled under and every muscle pulled tight as a drum. Now he turned his attention entirely to my clitoris. He alternated between softly lapping at it with the flat of his tongue and wiggling it with the tip of his tongue. The column of pleasure in my center was driving bolts outward under his attentions. He slipped two fingers inside me. Now his tongue was firmly wiggling my clitoris. He rotated his fingers, caressing me from the inside, until he found a spot I never knew I had. After an unmeasured time, it became too much for me to hold and I came, my entire self bursting apart in a burning fountain, pulling a strangled cry from me. I was still shuddering with aftershocks when I felt the heat rising again. Cody increased the pressure against my clit and that sensitive spot inside me. It was impossible, yet it was happening, and I plunged into another orgasm, tearing from me a wail of pleasure. Stimulating me from the inside and the outside drew yet another orgasm from me. I could not contain Yes! Oh god! Cody! Yes! Then another broke over me. Finally he relented and I collapsed, panting, exhausted. Cody nestled in next to me, stroking my belly. "Wow, Amber..." Cody sounded almost reverent. "Hmm?" I asked sleepily. "Amber, I've never... I mean, I had heard about multiple... do you know how unusual that was?" "What?" I was on the verge of sleep. He gathered me up in his arms and said, "You're amazing." Amber's Awakening Ch. 03 My parents thought I was spending the night with Amy, a friend from school. Cody asked me to get out from under my parents' thumb for just one night. We had been snatching odd moments alone, depending on Michael and Neil's schedules, but we hadn't had much time with just the two of us. It wasn't the easiest thing, to fake a sleep over with Amy, and it was risky, but he really wanted me to do it. I showed up Thursday afternoon with a packed bag. All the guys were at work, so I let myself in with the spare key. It was another hot day and I had opted for a yellow rayon sundress, short and with thin straps. My hair was in its usual hot weather bun. Cody came home early and seemed unusually happy. He kissed me energetically and picked me up off the floor in a bear hug. "Let's go out tonight," he suggested. I was game, although I had no idea where we would go. Cody and I had never gone anywhere more formal than McDonald's. But apparently he had somewhere in mind, as he put on a real shirt with actual buttons, albeit black. He had given himself a close shave and his goatee looked tidy and trimmed. He kept his skull head belt buckle and leather vest, but looked much more respectable than usual. What he had in mind was a tiny Italian restaurant with dining in one of the ubiquitous courtyards the older part of town sported. We were seated near a door draped with wisteria and surrounded by climbing plants and potted trees. The effect was lovely. The service was discreet and attentive without being in any way formal. My light dress was quite appropriate. Cody, being an outlaw, made his own place in a world that had no place for him. He carried himself as if he belonged everywhere and rarely did anyone challenge him. He didn't care if he was appropriate. Veal Parmesan dispatched, we lingered over tiramisu, then were ready to go home. I was surprised Michael and Neil weren't home. Cody, in an off-hand manner that did not fool me, mentioned they had gone to the Miller stadium in a city a few hours away for a concert, and would be staying overnight with some friends. I was touched. Cody had done all of this for me. I was further surprised when he put in my favorite mix tape, which started with Don't Fear the Reaper. (Overplayed and annoying, in his opinion.) When he put his arms around me, I responded with an ardent kiss. We somehow made it to the couch. When I started fumbling with his shirt buttons, Cody gently pulled away and led me to the bedroom. He lit the candles on his mantle and dimmed the torchiere. We were in a softly glowing cave. I pulled him into bed with me, working at his buttons again. He slipped out of the shirt and I could not get enough of his bare skin. I feverishly ran my hands over him, stomach, chest, shoulders, biceps. I wiggled up so I could kiss his neck, drape one leg over his, pull his mouth to mine. As my palm crossed over a nipple I felt him quiver, and went back, rubbed my fingers over his nipple again, another quiver. I broke our kiss to investigate this discovery. I experimentally licked at it and Cody murmured my name. I thought about what I liked, and bent to suck and nip at his nipple. Then I returned to kissing him, one finger alternately rubbing and circling it. Cody continued to respond, his heat matching mine, spiraling up. I pulled him closer and his exploring hands found my zipper, pulled it down. I shrugged one shoulder out of my dress exposing a breast. He eagerly fastened on it, first with his hand, then with his mouth. He pressed me back and searched for the other strap of my dress, pushing that one down too. I submitted to his attention, a flutter rising in my stomach, escaping as a sigh. I kneaded his shoulders as he made love to my breasts, licking and sucking and nibbling. I was becoming frenzied, calling his name, arching my back, now grabbing at any part I could reach. He made his way down my flank, abandoning my breasts for the tender flesh there, the spot on my side only he knew. He pushed down my dress as he went, finally pulling it off with my panties. Then he nestled himself between my legs, chest to chest, his jeans against my bare sex. Our kisses sent me further up, leveling at a new plane of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him as close as close could be, squirming with a frenzy to somehow meld with him. "Off, off, take them off," I demanded, scrabbling at his jeans button. Cody unzipped his jeans, revealing navy briefs, his penis clearly outlined. He slid back between my legs. I felt his erection against my thigh, now only covered by the thin fabric of his briefs, hot and hard, the cloth damp and clinging. My heart stopped as he eased it up against me, pressed the length against my outer lips. I had never felt something so raw and sexual. Now it terrified me, this out of control feeling. He saw my fear. "Shhh, Amber, it's ok sweetheart." He kissed me gently on the mouth, warm and soft. Kissed me once, twice. Stroked my hair back. Imperceptibly he had allowed his weight to rest on me and his member was lodged between us. My breath caught and then a guttural moan came out of me. He kissed me again and I opened my mouth to him, invited him in. I quickly found myself enmeshed in a passionate exchange of thrusting tongues, all thought lost. I involuntarily jerked against him, emitting an animal sound. I could feel him throb against me. He pulled away and then had a condom in his hand. "I think we need this," he said. He rolled it down his long veined shaft. I was suddenly up on my elbows, alarmed. He pressed me back with a kiss, murmured, "We don't have to, not inside. Just touch. That's all, just touch." I allowed myself to be urged back, allowed myself to be reassured. "Just touch," I whispered. My blood was coursing with the rush of fear and excitement at once. Cody guided his head into the cleft between my sex and my thigh, so close to my wet entrance yet not there. I felt the heat, the hardness. He rubbed his head against the tender skin there until I was moaning. Then he began teasing my outer lips, caressing them at just the edge where neatly trimmed pubic hair stopped and sweet pink slippery flesh began. I forgot my flash of fear. Molten ecstasy coursed up, through my pulsing center right up into my sternum. I was crying out. Slowly he slid the head of his member inside my outer labia. Continuing his teasing, he rubbed all around my clitoris, never touching it but indirectly stimulating it. I was writhing under his attentions, moving my hips, trying to grind against him, but he wouldn't let me, pressing me back. Finally he relented and pulled his head across my clit. I let out a sound of anguished pleasure. He pulled it back and forth as I gasped in rhythm to his movements. It all came crashing through, my hands bunched in the sheets, as my orgasm fountained up, gushing through my whole self. Then he was at my entrance. While I was still shuddering from release, he firmly rubbed his head against my inner lips, not entering me but so close, so close. I couldn't stand it. "Yes," I said. "Do it." This was what my frenzy to meld with him was, my desire to be closer than close. This was it. He slowly pushed into me. No pain, only a stretching feeling. Then he was all the way in. He stopped there, groaning. "Are you OK?" he asked. I gasped "Yes." "Baby you're so tight." He groaned again. "This doesn't hurt?' I shook my head, biting my lip. Then he began to move slowly. He inched his way out, just a little bit, then returned. Repeated it. The stretching feeling was competing with a wonderful sliding feeling. My sex was spasming and he must have felt this because he groaned again. He let himself down to kiss me, then began moving. The sliding feeling caused me to spasm again and it was incredible. He slowly increased the amount he withdrew, until he was stroking me with his entire length. "Oh god, you're so good." I gradually lost extreme consciousness of exactly what was happening --- Sex! Oh my god, the real thing! --- and fell into sensation again, letting the sliding and stretching take over. Soon I was moving against him, breathing harder. I was lost in it, gasping, moaning, crying out his name. Then he stopped, pulled all the way out. I whimpered, tried to pull him back. But instead he nudged me onto my side and pressed against me from behind. He lifted up my leg and somehow he pushed inside me from behind. His shaft stroked me from a new angle, increasing the slippery feeling. "Amber, touch yourself," he encouraged me. I did so. My clitoris was slick from my juices and sensitive from my earlier orgasm. Now I was being assaulted by so many feelings I lost track and it all blended together, one huge coursing river of sensation carrying me away. All thought, all consciousness was driven out of me and somehow I was at a peak again, orgasm building, building, finally breaking over me and I cried out. Every muscle pulled tight around that moment. Nothing had prepared me for this... it made my previous experiences seem puny. I was distantly aware Cody was thrusting into me faster, and then he was adding his sounds to mine. Slowly he came to rest and let go of my leg, which he had been supporting. I subsided and he withdrew. He curled up behind me, caressing my belly, pulling me closer. I was exhausted. And quickly slipping away. He kissed my shoulder and murmured "Amber, you wild woman." I had never slept in the same bed with a man. It was delicious waking up to a warm body curled around mine. Cody had pulled the sheet up and I was comfortably cool under the ceiling fan. I hadn't actually been asleep for that long, only 45 minutes. I slipped out of bed and grabbed a t-shirt of Cody's (Iron Maiden) and went off to shower. When I finished, I smelled different, having none of my normal girly soaps and lotions, but I felt great. My entire body was alive in a way it had never been before, alive and relaxed at the same time. I crawled back in bed with Cody. It dawned on me. I was no longer a virgin. Cody had taken my virginity. I felt gleeful, as if this was the best news ever. I snuggled back into his arms. ***** Nothing can last forever, and Cody and I came to an end in August. He was a true gentleman. I was crushed when he broke up with me, but it couldn't have gone on. I was going away to college. It was inevitable and he took the burden on himself, saving me from the guilt of leaving him behind. I have always been grateful to him for awakening me and then letting me go.