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Amber's Tale Ch. 01

By: Jessie92



This is the about the fourth time I've written this story. I've learned, from hating the results of the first three, that I write best in first person, and so this story will be written that way.

It is a work of fiction. There are references to people in my first story but all of those names were changed, so it's safe to call this a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy!

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So I guess you want to know something about who I am and all that. If you read Jessie's story I popped up in there a couple of times, as well as my sis, Andrea. We'll talk more about her later maybe. Although both Jessie and I had run ins with the guy she called Danny, mine was earlier and I wasn't 18, so I can't tell you details about that. Suffice to say since I wasn't as stuck up about sex as her, it wasn't as big of deal to me. I didn't fall in love with him, or have all the drama in my head about giving him my virginity as that was gone sometime before. Not to say I was a slut. I wasn't by any means, but I had enjoyed sex before and would again, even if I had found that it wasn't as fulfilling as I had been led to believe. I wasn't saving anything for anyone but I wasn't really sleeping around, either. For a prude, Jessie sure did give it up fast in my opinion. I usually waited a few dates to see if I liked a guy before I blew him, but blow jobs were a fairly routine part of dating where we grew up. I started having intercourse when I was 16, with a very special guy that two months later was out of my life. I dated a lot of guys but didn't have sex with most of them as most were just one time things. That said, I didn't run short of dates.

I am 5'6" and weigh, well, I'm thinner than average, let's leave it at that. I run, but I would rather swim or work out. I diet constantly and watch every pound. It took a long time to get my body and I'm proud of it but I wish my boobs were a C instead of a D. I know that's sacrilegious to some guys but honestly they get in the way sometimes and I can't go braless, even in the hottest days of the summer. I wear my hair long and I am a natural ash brunette. I hate my hair color so when I was 13 or so I went through a phase of dying it vivid colors like blue, orange and green, but thankfully outgrew that. Now it is a shade called "Red Velvet", which is dark red with some purplish undertones and lighter highlights. That probably means nothing to the men on here but if you're curious, you can google it. Or just think of red velvet cake. I think it looks nice on me and, as it looks darker when I wear it up or tied back, reasonably mature.

My parents split in an ugly divorce involving both of them cheating, as they had for years, when I was 14. Andrea and I ended up with our mother as our father moved off and we wanted to stay at the same school. Mom was in real estate and gone a lot of evenings to show houses. However, Andrea was 16 and we looked after ourselves pretty well. Dad was okay, but we only saw him a couple times a month and a few weeks in the summer. He remarried and had a son with his whore wife and began seeing us less and less. I never liked my step mother and still don't. I guess I blame her for the divorce but Mom was screwing another agent at the time. He came around for six months or so after the divorce but soon found another marriage to destroy and dumped Mom. After that she worked more, dated some and we pretty well raised ourselves.

We lived in an upscale condo development and shared a pool with a dozen or so other condominium owners. Generally, the residents were older folks or single mothers who didn't want to fool with yard work and maintenance. We had a club membership but that was mainly for mom's work. We rarely went there or had the desire to. To Andrea and me it was just a snobatorium filled with phony people and while it was fun to go by the pool and flirt sometimes, generally we spent our summers at home. Sometimes, when there was nothing better to do, we would go just so college-aged golfers could buy us drinks as we either sat by the pool or drove their carts. Usually it was dull there. There were few other teens around but those of us that were pretty much had the run of the place during the summer when the parents were at work. We gathered by the pool by mid morning, often smoked the prerequisite weed, and generally chilled. Occasionally someone would have liquor so we could mix a drink, preferably vodka and cranberry for me, and we could feel sophisticated chatting with each other as we wasted our days. Mom occasionally got on me about getting part time job but until the summer before my senior year cheer kept me busy. My senior year I decided not to go out again as I had done it for so long and despite my best efforts, my boobs were getting in the way of stunting. I could still do dance and gymnastics acceptably well, and certainly the old pervs in the bleachers liked watching me do both, but stunting was getting dangerous and, since that is practically all college cheer does, my career was pretty much peaked out.

My older sister ruled the condo teens until she went off to college, then I suppose I inherited the throne. It was mostly guys other than us, although there were a couple of younger girls around as well. But after Andrea left the social life, what little there was usually involved me. I turned 18 in the middle of my senior year and I could tell you a few adventures from that time but would rather start with when the weather got warm and the pool opened in May. In an effort to get ready for summer I spent every moment I could laying out by the pool, usually in a skimpy two piece, and usually in the company of a couple of the guys that lived in the complex. None of them really did much for me as far as sex appeal went. They were mostly nerds, band geeks, gamers or stoners. While I would smoke weed from time to time, a couple of them seemed to live to skate and get high. I don't judge that but it's not for me. I mean, I smoked weed with them occasionally, but it wasn't an everyday constant thing with me and the only real side effect it had was making me a bit horny at night when I went to bed. Often on those occasions I was in the sack early, my fingers exploring my private parts until I climaxed.

One guy, Michael, I had known since maybe fourth grade. He was a tall skinny computer geek, but was well read, easy to talk to, and usually interesting. We had always been friendly, but not close. He had no pecs, guns or abs to speak of. He was just tall and skinny, but a really nice guy. He had acne pretty bad which hurt his looks throughout school but it had cleared up in our senior year and he was pretty good looking, in a scruffy kind of way. Not the sort I physically go for, but not unfortunate in appearance, either. Late in my senior year, I would do homework by the pool and, as we were in several classes together, he often helped. Over the last year, since Andrea had left, Michael and I became close and he was the closest thing to a best friend I had as far as guys went.

Michael and I had never really hung out much until the last year or so but I knew he had been accepted to a university on the west coast and would be moving in early August. I began to cherish our time together as after quitting cheer I didn't have a lot of friends and even though we had not socialized much before our senior year, I counted him as a friend. One of my few, and as I said, probably my best; looking back on that time. Mostly, I had hung out with the squad for the previous several years or Andrea. I didn't really know Jessie yet and, as you are by now aware, she and I were never really became close in school. I got asked out a lot, and dated a lot, but nothing ever really clicked, either romantically or sexually. When I had intercourse with a guy it was never satisfying to me and, afterwards, I would always bring myself to orgasm in the privacy of my room. I wasn't lonely but I didn't have any really close friends anymore as Andrea and our circle of mutual friends had graduated and moved on. That I wasn't physically attracted to Michael made him more accessible to me in that way and I found it easy to be myself around him. Of all the guys I knew, he was the only one not trying to flirt his way into my pants. In May of that year, after the pool opened, we were together beside it cramming for exams most every day.

Now, I'm not stupid. Michael certainly enjoyed undressing me with his eyes but he never made a move on me. I think because of our close proximity and I think because I intimidated him a bit. I was perfectly okay with that as I looked for dates elsewhere, anyway. Still it was a fun time, and Michael and I were almost always at the center of the fun that year. He was always cutting up and told the best jokes to keep me, and everyone else, in stitches.

My date to the prom wasn't anything memorable but later that night, when my date sent Andrea and myself the videos of Jessie, well that made it memorable for everyone I suppose. I never disliked her and now felt a bond with her. I had known several other girls he had done that to. While we weren't close, it was obvious to me that she was vulnerable to his advances and had been cruelly used. I talked it over with Andrea by cell and we agreed to forward it to Brent immediately, knowing he would kick Danny's ass for doing that to his little sister. Of course, at the time, we neither knew they were not brother and sister nor did we know what a redneck she could be. In the end, it all worked out and kept the local gossip mills in business for a week until the next scandal arose.

You know all that already but what you don't know is that because of it some things happened in my life. No, I'm not talking about hitting on Brent at the club that summer. You know about that already, too. Just as you know that Jessie and I became close afterwards. And no, contrary to what she said in her story, that wasn't why I was calling when they had split that fall. I didn't even know that at the time. But that call will come up later. What you don't know is this: On Monday, after Jessie kicked his ass so thoroughly, I was by the pool laying out in a cute little white two piece. I had been to the tanning bed over the winter and looked pretty hot. The skater kids, Michael and I had burned a nice blunt and I was quite mellow. I knew my fingers would be getting a work out beneath my panties that night. The skater dudes took off to the skate park and Michael and I basked by the pool, making small talk. Mom was at an open house and wouldn't be home until nine at least, and Andrea was still at school for another day or two. We pretty much had the pool to ourselves. Only a couple times did some of the older crowd come out to swim laps and, generally, the parents of younger kids were not around except on weekends.

"So, uh, were you in the commons today?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, that was pretty sick wasn't it?"

"I don't know. They say he's going to have to have facial surgery to reconstruct his face and shit. I heard one rumor that they were going to have to remove a testicle but that' s probably bullshit. How would anyone know that?"

"How would anyone know he's going to need facial surgery, Michael? Geez!"

"Just what I heard. There was blood everywhere. She kicked his face in. Were you there when the EMTs took him away?"

"No, I was in the office with Sandy. We went and told Mr. Kenner what the fight was about. We figured someone had to take up for Jessie."

"So its true? I mean, the video thing?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, you didn't see it?" I replied.

"No, I mean, I don't run with that crowd. I wouldn't want to see it, anyway."

"Oh bullshit, you don't like seeing naked girls?" I laughed.

"Well, I mean, not like that. I do if they know it and want to be seen but not creepy like that. I mean, I don't think so. Anyway, no one sent it to me."

I thought about this for a minute and something occurred to me.

"Michael, why did you think it was about a video when I told you I went to the office to explain what the fight was about?"

"Huh? I, well, that's just what I heard."

"No, when I told you Sandy and I went to the office to explain it, that confirmed to you that it was about a video. Have you seen the one of me?" I asked.

Michael suddenly developed an interest in the concrete in front of his seat and began blushing.

"You have! I mean, I figured you had already. I thought everyone had but you little perv!" I laughed. I couldn't be mad. It wasn't his fault he had been sent a copy.

"Hey! I didn't film it and I didn't ask for a copy of it! That shithead just sent it to me because he knew it would piss me off!" Michael said, then stopped abruptly.

After a pregnant silence, I asked, "Michael. Why did Danny think it would piss you off?"

"Well, because we're friends, I guess."

"I see. Thing is, we weren't really close as sophomores, Michael. I had only lived here a couple months.Well, what did you think?" I asked. I realized I had known Michael since we were kids but we really didn't hang out until the 'rents got divorced and we moved into the complex he and his mother lived in.

"About what?"

"About the video."

"You look better with your clothes on. I mean, you look better in person, I uh..."

"Did that sound better when you were thinking it?"

"Oh, hell, Amber! You know what I mean! I hated seeing you used that way. It made me want to throw up."

"Hmmm, so seeing me naked made you want to throw up. I bet that sounded better when you thought it, too. Didn't it?"

"Yeah. Yes, it did." He laughed.

I admit I was intrigued by this conversation and had to ask, "Did you feel jealous?"

"Yeah."

It was my turn to be speechless. I figured he was embarrassed to admit he had seen the video Danny had shot of me. It was no big deal, really. It just showed my boobs for a sec, then down to my vag but I had panties on. My top and bra were off and my skirt was hiked up. If it hadn't included a glimpse of my face, no one would have recognized me. Instead, Michael had just admitted that he had been jealous.

"So, you had feelings for me then?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. How long... I mean, wait, if you felt that way, why didn't you say something?"

"Well, you were with the cheer folks and jocks. I never talked to you except here, and well, let's face it, Andrea did all the talking here until this year."

"You're not answering my question. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I, well, I figured you, well, you're out of my league. I mean, you're hot, and popular and all that. I doubt most folks even know my name."

"You're just shy. That's your problem, Michael."

"Well, yeah, but you're pretty intimidating."

"Oh, bullshit. I am not. I get along with everybody."

"Yeah, but you don't date everybody. You date, well, you date the good looking crowd. I'm not the sort you would date."

"Hey! I might! You're by no means ugly! Don't put yourself down and don't make me out to be a snob! It's not like you're ever going to know who will date you unless you ask. Have you ever asked a girl out?" I asked.

"Well, no. I mean, Jennifer and I went to the prom, but, well we just kind of agreed to it. Neither really asked. I'm just not like that."

"Like what? Human? Male? Attracted to women? Oh my god! Are you gay?" I giggled.

"No!"

"You sure? I mean, it's okay if you are. I don't judge," I teased.

"No, I am not gay!" he exclaimed.

You sure? It seems you would have asked a girl out if you were interested in her. And if you were gay we could share tips on how to please men." I giggled, the weed effecting me quite a bit by now.

"Well okay, you want to go out with me?" he finally sighed.

"I don't know, what kind of experience do you bring? Other than seeing me in a cell phone video, have you ever seen a girl naked before?"

"You weren't naked," Michael replied.

"Oh, so you studied it that closely, huh?" I laughed. "Were you disappointed?"

"No, I was glad. I didn't want that creep to have you." Michael was getting pretty red in the face now and I couldn't really tell if it was embarrassment, rage, or both.

"Oh, you wanted me all for yourself but didn't want to ask me out?"

"Well... Okay, I didn't have the nerve to ask you out. Okay? Sue me!"

"Well, you just did."

"Did what?" he said, exasperated.

"Ask me out."

"Yeah and look what that got me. Humiliated."

Michael became dejected now and I felt bad about that. However, I was seeing him in a new light I had never considered him as someone to date, much less have a romantic relationship with. He really just wasn't my type. But he had hit a nerve. Did I only date guys based on their looks? And, if true, was I missing out on a lot of good times by not dating guys that I was more compatible with? Would I be better off abandoning the attractive crowd that had thus far given me nothing but disappointment and hanging out instead with, well, with guys I had fun hanging out with? It wasn't like Michael was ugly. He was cute in a scruffy nerd sort of way but I had never day dreamed about a guy like him. I had always dreamed about athletic guys and had dated based on those dreams. None had satisfied me either intellectually, romantically or, on those few occasions, sexually. I pondered this for several minutes, staring blankly into space; wondering what it would be like to date just a regular guy, with none of the social pressures of popularity coming into it. As I did, I thought about Michael and, whether it was the usual side effects of weed I mentioned before or because I was seeing him in a new light, I began to realize I was getting a bit moist down there.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to humiliate you. I just didn't realize you saw me that way," I finally said, breaking away from my catatonic day dreaming.

"Well, I figured you knew and if you ever felt the same way you would have, you know, given me a clue or something." He faked a laugh then added, "I don't want this to fuck us up. I really like just chilling with you, ya know?"

"Yeah, no worries. We're cool. I've always wondered if you saw the video. Now I know. Hey! Did I look good?"

"You looked green. You're much prettier in real life." He smiled.

"That's funny. I felt green. I was about to throw up. I got pretty drunk that night." I smiled.

"He still shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that."

"No. He shouldn't. I'm glad he finally got what was coming to him. Hey, I don't want to sunburn. You want to go inside for awhile?" I asked.

"Sure. I'm kinda thirsty anyway."

"Cool. I'm not sure what we have but we can check," I said as I stood and wrapped the towel I was laying on atop the chaise around my waist. I reached out, offered my hand to Michael and said, "Come on."

Once we got inside, we checked the fridge and found iced tea. It hit the spot nicely.

"Come on, let's see what's on," I said, leading him down the hall to my room. I had a television there but wasn't really interested in what was on. Hey, I was 18. I don't pretend that I was that smooth with guys yet, or even now. Nevertheless, he dutifully followed me and we sat on the bed. I flicked on the remote and the volume was low. I left it that way.

"So you never answered me before," I said.

"Uh, what was the question?"

"About experience if we dated. Other than that video, have you ever seen a girl naked?"

"Amber, geez."

"No, I want to know... You haven't, have you?"

"I mean, like on the internet and such, yes."

"But not in real life?"

"No."

"So, no sex?" I asked.

"No, not really. It just, well, Jennifer and I made out after the prom... But we weren't really into each other, I guess. So it, well, it didn't get too far," he sheepishly replied. "Do we really need to talk about this?"


Amber's Tale Ch. 01



"No, I'm just curious. I think it's nice. It;s like you're waiting for that big spark to light a fire. But I think you have to try to start the fire to get it going, Michael. Girls like a guy that can take the lead. How far did you get with Jennifer? I mean, if you don't mind saying."

"Uh, well, while we were kissing I, well, I played with her boobs."

"Did you like that?"

"Duh!" he replied.

"Did she have her dress on or off?

"On. Like I said, we didn't get that far."

"Oh. Did she touch you back?"

"Well, no. Not really. I mean, she had her arms around me but otherwise... Well, no. Let's change the subject okay? I admit you know more about relationships than me, okay?"

"Okay, I wasn't trying to make you, well, uncomfortable. But can I ask just one more thing? You don't have to answer, but, so, like, my boobs are the only ones you've ever seen?"

"I've never seen your boobs, Amber. I don't think a video counts. If it did, I've seen a lot of women naked." He grinned.

"I guess you're right." By now I was laying back on the bed, my back against the headboard. It was fun teasing Michael about his lack of experience but I didn't want to humiliate him, either. His cuteness was growing on me as was the warmth coming from my loins. It was time to lead him just a bit more.

Michael was staring at the flat panel when I got up and stood in front of him.

"Let's change that," I said, as I let the towel drop. I reached behind me and untied the strings behind my back. I let the top cling to me. Then, as his eyes flicked back and forth between my chest and my face, I untied the strings behind my neck and let it fall to the floor. My skin was warm from the sun and my breasts were perky and firm, framed by the beginnings of a tan line, with my nipples clearly erect in the cool air.

"Do you like them?" I asked.

"Oh, yes..." he whispered.

"You can touch them if you want," I said as I stepped forward and took his hands and pressed them to my chest. His hands felt warm and, for a moment, he was too scared to move them. Then he began to slowly massage and manipulate my nips, sending shivers through me. I moaned softly and closed my eyes briefly as I relaxed and enjoyed his now enthusiastic, if somewhat clumsy, caress.

"Do you want to kiss them?" I asked, and he needed no further suggestion. Michael leaned forward and took first one, then the other nipple into his warm mouth, his tongue flicking around them signally my body that it was too late to turn back. After a few minutes of this, and my quiet moaning, he began to run out of new things to try and returned to massaging my now saliva moistened nips and breasts.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Yes," he murmured.

"Do you want to see what you couldn't see on the video?" I asked, and he only stared back at me. I reached to my side, above my hips, and pulled loose the knots holding the bottom of my bikini on and let it fall to the floor. This time, his eyes never moved to my face. He just stared at me down there. I opened my legs slightly to improve his view. I was waxed for bikini season and was aroused so that my labia were pouting out, exposed to the cool air through my outer lips. I leaned forward long enough to take his hand and pull it towards me as I whispered, "You can touch me there, too, if you want."

He immediately found the wetness seeping from me and ever so gently, as if he might hurt me, slid his now moist fingertips in and around my slit. I closed my eyes and opened my legs a bit more and felt him press against my clit as his fingers sought to enter me. Soon his digits were sliding gently into my wet cavern and I was moaning softly.

I'm not sure how long I stood in front of him but soon decided if I continued to, I would certainly lose my balance. I was all in at this point and there was no turning back. My desire was strong and my body craved his attention.

I was about to lay down when Michael leaned forward and began kissing my mound. His tongue darted across my clit as it sought to enter me.

"Oh damn!" I gasped when his wet tongue hit the sweet spot. It was time I lay down before I fell.

I stepped away from Michael and he reacted by looking up confused to see me smile, my eyes filled with wanton desire.

"That was nice," I whispered and I lay down on the bed and opened my legs. "Please continue?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't be so shocked by my behavior he panicked or something.

I needn't have worried. Michael turned to face me on the bed and softly kissed my thigh just above my right knee. He then slowly kissed his way up to my drenched pussy.

Michael kissed all around my slit, teasing me into further arousal, then licked me slowly from the bottom up to my swollen, throbbing, clit; where he lingered. He alternated doing this and circling my clit with his tongue, and occasionally flicked it with the tip of his tongue. I had only received oral sex a couple of times and both were disappointments as the guys tried to probe my vag with their tongue like it was a dick, ignoring the sensitive inner lips and clit altogether, but Michael was a pro.

Apparently, some of those books he was reading all the time were about how to please a woman orally. I was instantly moaning my approval as he ate me with the enthusiasm of a man who had never tasted pussy, which I guess he was. Each loving lick sent shivers up my spine and I found myself massaging my breasts and tweaking my nipples as I groaned.

Juice flowed from me and Michael licked up each drop. His kisses on my clit and labia were performed lovingly with just the right pressure. The sensation was overwhelming and I was soon bucking my hips against his face in rhythm with his actions on my wet molten snatch.

I was panting and moaning, calling his name and demanding he eat me when my body seized with the first shock of orgasm and I began to climax. My hips lifted involuntarily from the bed as every muscle and sinew tightened at once and the pleasure was unbearable.

Michael wouldn't let me off that easily, though. Even though I was hyper sensitive and each touch of his lips and tongue to my pussy brought a new jolt of climax to my orgasm-wracked body, he continued to slowly and deliberately offer ecstasy to my hot dripping pussy as he held me steady with a hand firmly on each side of my hips. I could barely catch my breath between one wave of orgasm and the next, until finally my body gave up resisting and I collapsed on the bed. Then, and only then, did he slow his affections and let me come down to earth.

"You're amazing," I finally said once my head began to clear of the endorphins he had produced. My body tingled all over and it was a few moments before I realized he was slowly dragging his fingers up and down my thigh and circling my mound.

"That tickles."

"Sorry," he said and stopped abruptly.

"I didn't say stop. It feels nice. It just tickles a little bit but in a good way."

"Okay." And with that he continued, eventually sliding first one, then two fingers gently inside me. I moaned a bit and it felt wonderful but, for the moment, I was just chill. I was slowly regaining my senses still. It felt perfectly natural to have him gently probing me but I soon touched his hand to make his stop for now. We looked into each other's eyes. Well, mostly he looked everywhere but my eyes as I continued my descent to reality. I thought about what had just happened. A guy I would have probably never thought of sexually before an hour ago had just given me the best oral, and the best orgasm, I had ever had. I knew I wanted more even though, at the moment, I was perfectly sated. I also wanted to do something for him and I knew it would involve me being on my knees in front of him. I slowly rose from the bed, first to a seated position beside him, then standing. Michael stood, too, but I gently pushed him back down to the bed.

"Let's see what I can do for you now, okay?" I whispered. I tugged at his shirt saying, "Let's get this off," which he obediently did.

As he was pulling the shirt over his head, I knelt down in front of him, placing a pillow under my knees.

I then looked up at him and said, "These, too," as I tugged gently on the waist of his trunks. He lifted his hips and rose from the bed as, together, we pulled them down. It was an afternoon of many surprises.

I had been with maybe five or six guys, I guess. I had experienced cocks from Danny's four inches to another guy's six but they had not prepared me for the snake that sprung from Michael's trunks. It was built like him, long and skinny. I guessed it was about seven inches soft, or, well, semi-hard as it was before me. It wasn't as thick as some, but the head was disproportionately large.

"Oh!" and an excited gasp came from my mouth before I realized it.

"Something wrong?" Michael asked, with worry all over his face.

"No... I just, well, I just didn't expect it to be so long. I didn't realize they got that long," I said, smiling as I gently stroked his member, feeling its warmth and weight in my hand.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he said with a grin.

"Oh, I'm not scared," I said in reply. "Intrigued, surely, but not scared." A small golden honey drop of pre-cum oozed from its tip as I slowly pumped him.

He was growing hard in my hand and we had chatted enough. I leaned slightly forward, opened my mouth and extended my tongue; tasting the exotic blend of his tart pre-cum and salty pink head. I was at once in love with the delicious taste of his meat.

I began working him deeper into my mouth, keeping my teeth covered as I had learned before. My mouth was wet and my tongue moved slowly back and forth under his head and shaft. He moaned and gasped, and began running his hands through my hair. Once I had taken in all I could, I paused to savor the salty cock in my mouth. I felt every bit the wanton slut, then sucked on it as hard as I could as I slowly pulled my head back. He moaned as I pulled slowly back, sucking, until just the head filled my mouth. I rubbed the bottom of it with my wet tongue and he began to pump himself in and out of my mouth. I kept the suction up as long as I could, maybe a minute, then had to release to readjust and give my jaw a rest.

While my mouth recovered, I licked the underside of the head. I then stabbed at the little hole on the end with the tip of my tongue, making Michael clench up.

"You like that?" I asked as my hand lazily stroked his shaft.

"I, uh, I didn't expect that. It, well, it was very, uh... Yeah, I liked it," he finally got out, apparently at a loss for words.

Since it worked so well the first time, I decided to do it again. I licked him from his balls, which were nice plum sized ones and easily fit one at a time into my mouth, all the way to the tip, which I again stabbed with the end of my tongue. This time, I stabbed more forcefully and wiggled it back and forth as though I were trying to force it inside him. He yelped in ecstasy. I sucked the head and shaft back into my mouth and began fucking him with my head. I slid my lips up and down his shaft, which were drenched with my saliva and focus my tongue on the bottom. I couldn't get half of his long penis in my mouth but tried to make up for depth with style and enthusiasm. He responded well and soon was gripping my head as he fucked himself into my mouth and then throat.

I was actually looking forward to catching his sperm in my mouth, something I usually don't do. I mean, I have before but usually I just finish them with my hands and let things land where they may. But since he had made me cum so hard, I really wanted to go all the way orally for him. On the other hand, my pussy was dripping wet again, if it had ever really stopped, and I was seriously wondering how good it would feel to bury his long shaft in me.

I was just about to decide on rising off my knees and sliding down on him instead of sucking the sperm from him when the decision was made for me. Michael clenched all over, so much I saw that he did have something of a six pack in his normally smooth abs. He grabbed my hair just hard enough to hurt, groaned from the bottom of his soul as his eyes closed and his head lay back, and began to pump jet after jet of hot sweet cum into my whore mouth. I swallowed like a slut and couldn't get enough! His cum was delicious, like a protein shake with maybe a splash of lemon and there was more than I ever imagined there could be. My full cheeks puffed out and sperm leaked from the corners of my lips as he fucked my skull with abandon.

I didn't want to waste a drop of his sweet, precious jizz, so I tried to stick the tip of my tongue into the pee hole of his cock to slow it down. That, however, made him groan again, pull my hair so hard it hurt and brought a tear to my eyes and shoot even more baby batter into my cum slut mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, proud of the pleasure my lips, mouth and tongue had given him, and swirled my tongue and mouth of his head when his cum slowed to a slow, slimy, oozing.

In the end, I had caught and swallowed most of his goo and what had leaked out ran down his shaft and onto my hand. He relaxed his grip on my hair and I was able to pull him from me long enough to swallow the clingy cock snot that was trying to stick to the inside of my mouth, then whorishly lick it from his shaft and my hand. He watched in awe as I licked the cum from his softening cock, then from my slimy, sticky fingers. I smelled vaguely of clorox and tasted of dick, and my tummy was full of my new favorite protein shake.

I rose up, and lay beside Michael, grabbing a tissue to wipe some stray spit and penis extract from my face and lips.

"Well," I said, thinking I should say something but not sure what. I smiled at Michael.

"Yes. Well," he replied.

"That was, uh..."

"Awesome," he interrupted.

"Yeah, that's one word for it." I grinned, as he leaned toward me and kissed me. That was nice. Most guys won't kiss you after you've sucked their dick. Well, not right after anyway. It occurred to me that this was the first time we had kissed and I rolled to my side and returned his passionate embrace.

Now facing each other, we looked into each other's eyes for the longest time, just touching each other. Me his face, neck and arms. He my side and breasts.

"So, where do we go from here?" he finally broke the silence by asking.

"Well, I'm supposed to go with Sandy and the girls over to Jessie's in a bit. I guess I better get in the shower first, though."

"No," he interrupted, "Where do WE go from here? I mean, I don't want things to get weird but..."

"But is this a one time thing?" I asked, interrupting him.

"Yeah. I mean, I don't want it to be."

"It's not. You're awesome in bed. You're fun. You're witty. I like you but you really need to get your confidence up everywhere else. I want, uh to, uh," I stammered.

"To date me?" he asked, trying to finish my thought.

"Yeah, to date you. Let's go with that. It sounds better than 'I want to fuck you,'" I giggled.

"We're dating, then. I like that. And if you want to fuck me then..." He finished his sentence by kissing me and sliding a hand down to my dripping slit. His fingers found my clit immediately and started a new fire within my womb.

"Woah, I can't tonight. I've got to get ready. Sorry," I frowned as I found myself lazily stroking his still spit-wetted cock.

"That's okay. I don't have a condom, anyway." He smiled, still fingering my clit.

I stopped stroking his dick and placed my hand on his wrist, stopping him before he could go further. I really wanted to bang him but I looked at the clock. Sandy was to come by in a half hour. I didn't want to go to the Anderson's smelling like dick. I rather doubted the wealthy folks in that neighborhood would appreciate it.

"I'm on the pill, it's not that. Let's save it for tomorrow night, though. I promised them I would go... you know... show support for a sister and all," I said, kissing him deeply.

"You sure it won't get weird between us?" he asked.

"I'm sure it will. It always gets weird with me and my boyfriends. I suck at relationships, in case you haven't noticed." I smiled at him.

"So, uh, I'm your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I guess you are." I was ready to cry when I realized how I felt. Michael was my boyfriend. My scruffy, dorky, boyfriend. With a nice long dick and lots of sperm. I could hardly wait until the next night.



Amber's Tale Ch. 02



This is the second time I've written this story as when I sent it to my amazing editor, I did a cut and paste faux pas and accidentally copied chapter I onto it. Arrrrgh!!

It is a work of fiction. There are references to people in my first set of chapters but all of those names were changed, so it's safe to call this a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy!

As always thanks to Tangentjoker for his editing. If you aren't reading his stories, you should. Also, thanks for taking the time to read my stories. I love feedback and comments, so please if you have something to suggest, comment on, or just want to cuss me out for being disgusting, feel free. 

Oh! And you might want to read chapter I first. Unless you're going for the whole Joseph Heller/Catch-22 vibe, then by all means have at it!

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So I had a boyfriend. Nothing unusual about that. I was reasonably attractive or so I'm told, and since sixth grade or so I almost always was either dating one guy exclusively or, if not, several guys who wanted to be exclusive. That my boyfriend was Michael, who was a bit of a nerd and lived a couple doors down from my mother and I in the condominium complex was a bit odd. I usually dated athletic types rather than, well, smart guys. Still, Michael and I had been good friends the last several years and regularly hung out as such. We smoked weed by the pool with the skater boys. He was a gamer and, until that last year, I cheered. In the superficial world of high school, we had nothing in common and my crowd would never be caught dead with his. I'm not defending the clique system so much as defining it, though. Around the condo was a different social organism than at school and we would be graduating in a few days and putting that world behind us, thankfully.

Michael and I had become unexpectedly intimate when he admitted a long crush on me earlier in the day and I teased him a bit until I became intrigued with the possibilities of him. It would be nice, I thought, to date someone I liked just because I liked them, and not because they were the sort of person I was expected to date by my peers. He had never seen a girl nude before, not even breasts, except on the internet and a grainy video a former paramour had sent him of me. I disrobed and let him explore my flesh. One thing led to another and we were both naked. It was then I discovered his talents at pleasing a girl orally, as well as his gift of a long, skinny penis with a large head. I gave him oral, and he received it for the first time, and he had given me a tummy full of his delicious sperm for my efforts.

I wanted to fuck him, right then and there, and he was willing, but I had made plans to visit a girl from school who had also been videoed, by the same loser, along with several others who had experienced the same. She had avenged us all and would probably be kicked out of school for it, but you know all about Jessie by now so I won't bore you with the details.

After Michael left, I showered quickly and brushed my teeth thoroughly before applying makeup and getting dressed. Jessie's father or uncle - I was never sure of their relationship - was a dentist and it wouldn't do to show up with penis breath. Sandy arrived right on time and we drove in her car over to Jessie's. I had never been there before but it was in an upscale gated community of McMansions where everyone tended to have either horse stables, tennis courts, pools or all the above. All the streets were named after either Civil War generals or cities in England and none of the houses would price out at less than half a million. Being middle class of divorced parents explained readily why I had never been there.

Jessie and her family were gracious when we and another carload of Danny survivors arrived. Jessie's eyes were red and she seemed tired. Truthfully, it was hard to tell how she seemed as I didn't really know her that well at this point, although over the summer she would work at the country club and we became pretty close. We were both hoping to go to a state university just under an hour away, but neither had gotten our acceptance letters yet as we had both waited until April to take the ACT. The main reason I didn't know her that well was that at school she didn't really socialize with anyone. She just read, ran and studied. She was always pretty but over the last year and a half had grown into her height, learned to dress, learned to apply makeup to suit both her fashion and the day, and had become one of the prettiest girls in school. Every guy stared at her ass, and all of us girls wished ours was as pristine, shapely and toned. 

As we talked and got to know each other the other girls, including Sandy, were making small talk as well, both with Jessie and her parents. Then her brother, or at least the guy I thought was her brother (or cousin, or something), Brent, arrived and he became the focus of the girls attention. Just... damn, he was fine. My sister Andrea had gone out with him the year before and if anything in the year since he graduated he looked even better, as if he has spent the year working out. The thing is, since Andrea had dated him, I really wasn't interested. I know that it must sound petty but I can't stand being in her shadow. I have spent so much time there and if I went out with someone she had previously seen, she would have just acted as though she could do better and I could not.

So while Sandy and the girls flirted with Brent, I got to talk to Jessie and we just kind of hit it off. She had been focused on school but was out for the rest of the week as a result of the fight. She would be allowed to graduate on Friday with us, though, which was nice. One rumor was that the school administration was not really looking for ways to piss off her mom and dad as they were quite wealthy and prominent in our town. I suspect that rumor had a lot of truth to it.

Brent gently deflected all the flirtations and focused solely on Jessie. I thought it was really sweet the way he was looking out for her and doting on her. Of course, later in the summer, just as college was about to start I would learn that they were not related at all and were at that time about to fall in love. They would be engaged by the end of the summer.

We made plans to talk later and swapped cell numbers, then left so the Andersons could get some rest after the day they had with the school. Dr and Mrs Anderson were quite polite and didn't seem angry at Jessie at all, although they were on eggshells so you can't tell. They may have been screaming at her as soon as we left for all I know.

I guess the main reason I was able to connect with Jessie was that while the other girls were busy flirting, I had no desire to. My sexual urges had been sated by Michael and if I were to want to have sex it would have been with his long, skinny, cock. So as good looking and nice as Brent was, well, I was taken and I liked it.

When Sandy dropped me off, my mother was home. She had worked late showing houses, as was often her job.

"Hey sweetie, where did you go?"

"Hey, Mom! Sandy and I went over to this girl Jessie's house. You know Dr. Anderson? Well..." I managed to say before she interrupted.

"Is she the one that beat up that boy today?"

"Oh, you heard about that. Yeah, that's her but..."

"I think the whole town heard about it and, from what I heard, he deserved it."

"Totally. He's a loser dirt bag and he finally picked on the wrong girl. They suspended her for the week but she's going to graduate with us Friday. She's really sweet. You remember Brent that Andrea dated last year?"

"Yeah, he was nice. Good looking kid. Why?

"That's her brother. Her mom and dad are Dr. Anderson and his wife."

"Oh, the dentist! Yes, I know them. So, speaking of boys, Millie tells me you're dating Michael?" Mom asked with a smirk.

Damn. Busted. Millie was Michael's mother and was casual friends with my mom from the condo. They didn't really hang out but whenever there was a block party they were friendly.

"Yeah, I guess I am. He's a really sweet guy."

"I've always thought so but he doesn't seem your type."

"Well, he's not the type I have dated. But, Mom, I've dated a lot of jerks. And, well, he's not one. So I thought maybe I should date someone who I like, instead of who I'm supposed to like. Does that make sense?"

"Oh, for sure," my mother replied, still stuck in the 80's. "Just be nice to him. You shouldn't break a guy's heart just because you can."

"I won't. Besides, we've been friends for so long it's not like we don't know each other. He's a nice guy. He's going to college in California this fall, though, so it's probably just for this summer. I think he's going to USC."

"Caltech." Mom smiled.

"That's right, Caltech. He's smart with computers. He thinks he wants to write software for a living."

"Speaking of work, have you thought about a summer job yet?"

"Ugggg, no!" I laughed. It was a running debate with us about me getting a job that summer. Although having a little cash would be nice, I didn't really need it. Guys always took care of my needs entertainment wise, while Mom and Dad took care of everything else. Mom wanted me to work so I wouldn't depend on boys to buy me things but I really just wanted to chill all summer since it was my last before college. "Say, since school is basically over, I thought I might take the week off, what do you think? I can still pick up my gown Thursday and go to practice but really I'm just wasting my time this..." was all I got out.

"Amber! You are not laying out of school! You're this close to graduating. Don't get soft now."

"Ugh. All right. If you insist." I grinned, knowing that I had successfully changed the subject.

I went to my room and immediately started a text conversation with Michael. You would have thought we were in the eighth grade and just got our first cell phones the way we talked half the night. At some point, I must have finally fallen asleep.

Morning came with a thud. I awoke at the crack of "Oh, shit, I'm going to be late." I'm just not a morning person. Coffee, juice and frozen waffles did little to revive me but I did get a text from Michael asking if he could take me to school which reminded me of the previous day's happiness. I readied myself and, a few minutes before we would be actually late, Michael arrived.

I had ridden with Michael before, but not as a couple and it wasn't an everyday thing. This time, we held hands and stole kisses at stop signs and red lights. Once we got to school, the prying eyes of the social cliques were upon us but I was beyond caring. We had no classes together, so he got a quick peck on the cheek and a reminder that we would be finishing what we had started the evening before that night. I suspect he had a boner the rest of the day.

School was a drag. By mid-morning all the gossip about the fight had died down and it returned to its usual boring state. Actually, it was more than boring. All my exams were done and I was just burning out the clock. Three more days and I would graduate. Yet here I was, wasting my time because my mother insisted that I not miss school. I day dreamed about the coming night and the consummation of Michael's and my relationship but even that didn't make the day pass any quicker and led to frustration in my nether regions. Finally, at three, I was released along with the rest of the student body from our daily prison and met Michael in the parking lot to a new round of stares from the social elite. I was so tired of the bullshit.

We headed off back to the condos and every block my spirits lifted a little more.

"So, whats the plan?" I asked.

"Plan?" he asked.

"Yes, honey, the plan. Are we getting together tonight?" I asked, leaving little doubt as to what I meant by "getting together" and laying my hand lightly on his thigh in case there was lingering confusion.

"Oh, uh, I didn't really have a plan. I just thought we'd hang out."

"I see. Well, my mom worked late last night so she'll probably be home by now, unless he had appointments, which she doesn't on Tuesday. Ever. Is your mom home?"

"Yeah. She's off on Tuesdays."

"Hmmm, well that leaves us with few options." I frowned.

"We could drive around and then park somewhere," Michael suggested.

"Uh, Michael, I'm not the sort of girl that puts out in a car. We need a room." I didn't mean to sound snobbish but our school was full of stories of couples the local deputies had caught parking. I didn't want to be the latest small town girl who flashed ass to a deputy who drank coffee and ate doughnuts until we finished, then called both our parents.

"Uh, well no, of course you aren't. I'm not either. That seems sleazy," Michael replied, but didn't sound convincing.

"Let's go change and hit the pool. Maybe something will work out," I suggested, but my heart didn't believe my own words.

We burned one by the pool, which was empty as usual. After the sun went down, we changed into shorts and tees and hit the local coffee shop since, as expected, both of our mothers were home. As open and frank as my mother and I had been about sexuality, it would be crossing a line to bang a guy while she was at home. I might be 18, but I was still her little virginal daughter.

The shop was full of fellow small town losers with nothing to do and we chatted with a few friends before giving up for the night and going to Michael's to hang out on the couch. Even though his mom was home, she gave us a bit of privacy for smooching. But she was frequently in an out of the room with one excuse or another, all geared towards "seeing that we were okay" which was mom code for "making sure you aren't fucking my boy" which I would have gladly been doing save the interruptions and lack of privacy.

Around 10, it was time to give up and go home frustrated. Michael offered to walk me home and led me through the sliding glass doors that went out to the pool side of the complex instead of the more direct front side walk way we usually went. This was okay as it was dark, cool and a little more romantic. We talked a bit, stopping several times to kiss and both expressed our frustrations at the lack of privacy the night had afforded us.

"Tomorrow, my mom works until at least 5. So, we have the afternoon but I have to look for a job," Michael said. His voice was not convincing.

"You're laying out to look for a job?"

"Yeah, I convinced Mom school was a waste for me at this point and there is a network company downtown that is hiring supposedly," he replied.

"That's a great idea!" I smiled, as the cogs and gears in my mind began to formulate a plan.

"What's that?" Michael said as he led me through the short walkway that separated our buildings. It was dark there as the street lights were either on the parking lot or the pool. The designers had apparently thought to make this a green pathway to the pool from the nearby buildings, but no one ever really used it, and it was mostly dirt as the grass did not get enough sun to grow. The kids occasionally used these gaps to smoke weed if there were adults by the pool but, otherwise, no one ever went through them.

"Just that I could convince my mom to let me lay out for a job search and go with you. Then we would have the morning, too!" I smiled.

He stopped and pulled my close in the narrow breeze way.

"I think that's an awesome idea," he said just before his lips merged with mine.

His lips were delicious and, alone as we were, my passion reacted with his and grew. His hands gently caressed my waist and hips as our mouths entwined and finally he reached for my breasts and got a soft moan of approval from me as I flicked my tongue with his. Encouraged, he massaged both of my tits and felt my now stiff nipples through the fabric of my tee and the sheer bra underneath it.

I was about to reach the point of no return when I came to my senses. I stopped kissing Michael and said, gasping as I did so, "We should wait until morning."

"You're right, we should," Michael said, then plunged his tongue back into my mouth and slid his hands to my ass. He squeezed both cheeks firmly, lifting me and separating them, and causing me to slide my thigh up against his as our groins began grinding slowly.

I could feel his cock, now rock hard and straining to be released from his shorts, rubbing against my lower abs, and my arousal again was fired up.

A hand slid down the front of my shorts and undid the buttons on the fly before sneaking in to my steaming hot crotch. I couldn't say no or stop at this point. His kisses were too wonderful and his touch too perfect.

His hand tugged at the front of my panties and the cool air hit my pussy as he sneaked his fingers down to my wetness. His warm hand found my clit and began slowly rubbing it in a circle and I flooded my panties with juice.

We had stopped kissing at some point but I could not say when. I whispered for him to stop but I didn't want him to. I whispered for him to fuck me, too, but that wasn't possible or at least neither of us thought so. He slid first one, then two, fingers into me and finger fucked me as best he could given that we were standing in a breezeway and still had our clothes on.

There was something so decadent about what we were doing that was turning me on. At any moment anyone could have caught us and that excited me as much as the fingering he was giving my dripping slut hole. I had my arms around his neck for balance and was grinding my junk into him with I finally came with a gasp.

My orgasm came out of nowhere, surprising me. It had none of the usual build up. It was just there then was followed by another. My abs undulated in waves like my body was trying to pump juice from me as I came. My pussy was a gushing soaked mess and I kissed Michael deeply in gratitude as I returned to planet earth.

It occurred to me that we were out in public where any passerby could see us and I became very self conscious. I turned away from Michael as I took him by the wrist and pulled his hand from my shorts and buttoned them.

His fingers glistened with moisture in low light and the aroma of my sex filled the air.

Fuck, what had I done? I had just let Michael finger me in public where anyone could have caught us. What the fuck was I thinking? Still, my body shivered with excitement. I had not felt this deliciously alive since my first time cheering football several years before, knowing that all those eyes were upon me. Well, this was different, and naughtier. Here, I definitely didn't want eyes upon me. Or so I reckoned. But the thrill of doing something taboo and risking getting caught was an incredible turn on for me for some reason I could not quite fathom.

"Hey, hon, you okay?" Michael asked, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Yeah, I just.. We should go." I smiled as I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.

He wrapped his arms around me gently and returned my affection. I could still feel the heat of his manhood as we pressed together, but I was sated for the moment.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You're welcome?" He smirked.

"What? That was nice, but we should get inside before your mom comes looking for you."

"She won't. She's probably already asleep. Besides..." he said as he stepped back. He reached down and unzipped his shorts, reached in and released his rock hard cock into the night air. "I could use a little help, too, if you want to." He smiled.

"Michael!" I said. "Someone could see us!"

Even as I said it, I looked side to side and - seeing no one and nothing but a dim parking lot and dark pool area - I reached forward and took his warm, heavy, meat into my hand. Everything I had said earlier about needing a room and not being the sort of girl that does such things out in the open was forgotten in that moment.




Amber's Tale Ch. 02



It felt so good to just stroke it gently, feeling how hot it was in the coolness of the night. He was rock hard and his eyes closed as I ran my hand up and down his long shaft. I kissed him, trying to secret his cock between us in case anyone could see and, again, the thought of being seen with his dick in my hand made me tingle with arousal.

I had not given a lot of hand jobs before. I had tried to a few times, but it always ended up leading to other things. After a minute or so of smooching his lips and pumping his shaft, I ran my hand around the swollen head and felt a significant amount of slimy wetness there.

Geez, he was already seeping pre-cum. I knew he would cum at anytime as his cock leaked his slime and his breathing became erratic. I looked around one more time, and seeing no one, dropped to my knees and quickly stuffed his tart, goo-covered penis into my hot, wet, hungry mouth.

If the world found out I was sucking his cock, so be it. I didn't want to waste a drop of what I knew would be coming next.

Michael was apparently as excited as I was by the risk, or perhaps he was just finally able to vent his sexual frustrations, as he took my head gently but firmly in his hands and began fucking my mouth and throat with abandon.

He only fucked my mouth for a minute or so when the acrid tartness of his pre-cum was suddenly replaced with first one, then two, then three hot jets of his creamy sweet jism as he groaned. I swallowed every drop like a cum addicted whore, then sucked the remaining pearly white juice from him.

Just as quickly as I had before I tucked his cock away, still hard, with a nice wet goodbye kiss and stood up into his waiting arms.

"So," I said looking into his eyes, smiling.

"Yeah, uh... Wow. Uh, thanks?" He panted.

"You're welcome." I smiled.

"I guess, uh, we should get in now."

"Ohhh, now that you got your dick sucked you don't want to hang out anymore?" I giggled.

"What? No! I mean... It's just... Well... No, we can hang out if you want to. It's just you seemed to want to get in a few minutes ago."

"I did and I still should. But that was... Uh..."

"Wonderful?"

"Yeah, but I... Well, I need to think about it. Or talk about it. Can, uh, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Did it turn you on, being out here where we might get caught?"

"Uh, well... I don't know. I mean, I was pretty turned on to begin with, ya know. You have that effect on me." Michael smiled, then added, "But yeah, that was pretty hot. What about you?"

"I... Well, I'm not sure. I wonder if..." Was all I could say as I still tingled from the finger bang he had given me and the tummy full of sperm I had sucked from him. Post-sex, I'm kind of scatter brained, I guess.

"Wonder what, Amber?" he finally asked.

"If maybe I have some sort of exhibitionist thing going on," I said.

"Huh. We'll have to find out, won't we?" he said with a wicked grin.

Michael walked me to my door and kissed me goodnight. This was the second time he had kissed me immediately after a blow job and I liked it. Guys are weird about their cum, I think. But if I'm going to express my feelings for a guy by letting him put his cock and sperm in my mouth I don't think a little affection in return is too much to ask.

I checked my face in a compact mirror. I didn't look too post-blow jobby. My hair was a bit mussed, but I had worn so little make up, and sucked dick for such a short time, lip stick wasn't smeared all over my face. I did have to worry about what we called "penis breath" at school, which wasn't so much an odor as a general look of "Hey! This girl just sucked a guy's dick!" I decided to talk as little as possible with Mom and at a distance when I did.

Of course, she was waiting just inside the door and said "hi" to Michael with a friendly smile as soon as I opened it.

"Oh hey! I was just, uh..." Michael stammered.

"It's okay, Mike. Millie called to tell me you were walking Amber home. Thanks! You never know who might be out there," Mom said.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Well, I better get going, see ya tomorrow?"

"Sure," I replied with a grin.

I shut the door, ready to take the wrath of the expected, "Why did it take a half hour to walk four condos away oh my god you little whore you sucked his dick didn't you slut I bet you sucked off those two skater pot head friends and then fucked everyone else you know" screamfest, but it didn't come. Mom was quite happy I was spending time with Michael and went on about what a nice boy he was.

"So, you two going out tomorrow?"

"What? Oh yeah! Michael is taking the day off to look for a summer job and I figured since you want me to get one I would, too. That way, I can get applications in everywhere before the college crowd comes back and gets all the jobs. What do you think?"

It took a few minutes, but eventually I got Mom to weigh her apparent desire for me to get off my butt, out of the house and get a job versus my missing a day of meaningless school and decide to let me give it a skip for the next day. The only stipulation was that I drop off a résumé at the real estate agency she worked at as they were looking for a part time receptionist.

The thought of spending a good deal of my summer working with my mom was depressing but it would pay better than flipping burgers and, if Michael got a day job, we would have our nights together.

I went to bed and thought back on the breezeway. I became moist again and let my fingers travel into my panties as I thought about how excited I was at the risky behavior of being finger banged and giving a blow job where we could have been discovered. Sex had always been pleasant but no big deal for me. The night before, I had gotten turned on by teasing Michael then exposing myself to him. That was as big a thrill as his surprising oral talents and wonderful dick had been. That night, I had gotten hot, too. Some, because a great guy I liked was feeling me up and fingering me, but mainly because it was out in the open and so risky. The potential for humiliation if anyone had seen us was overwhelming.

The only thing I could remember to compare it too was my first pep rally as a JV cheerleader. I had made the team due to acrobatics and dance, both of which I had taken since being a little girl. The first pep rally was in the afternoon at the football field and the entire school was there. At the end of every cheer we were supposed to do some sort of acrobatic move, so after the first I did a forward handspring, followed by a forward salto. That's like a hand spring, only you tuck your knees and your hands don't touch the ground. It's an impressive move for JV and, since I was new, I felt the need to show off. We wore the classic cheer uniform of form fitting sweaters and a short pleated skirt, both in the school colors of crimson red and white. One thing a lot of people don't understand is that the panties you see on cheerleaders are really tights. You wear panties under the tights. Still, the tights tend to move around some like any clothing.

While doing the forward handspring my tights got scrunched up like a thong, and when I did the salto at the top of it my bare ass cheeks were on display to the whole world. It was embarrassing, especially since you can't modestly correct your underwear with 1200 high school students, teachers and parents watching.

The feeling of exposure and humiliation made flush all over. I was burning up and moisture arose from my then virgin snatch as I reached under my skirt and tugged my tights back down.

I realized I had felt the same way earlier in the breezeway.

Also, as my fingers massaged my clit into ecstasy, just as I was cumming, I realized I wanted to feel that way again.

I slept wonderfully and at nine the next morning, I was tapping on Michael's door.



Amber's Tale Ch. 03



Hi and thanks for reading. This is a work of fiction and all characters are made up (although based on people I know.) You might want to read the first two chapters first or you might be lost. Or not. Your prerogative. Thanks again to my editor, Tangentjoker. If you aren't reading his stuff you should, right after you read this and leave a nice comment. It doesn't have to even be a positive comment, just let me know someone is reading. Else wise there seems little point in writing, ya know? Anyway, our story begins where Amber's Tale II ended.

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Job hunting with the warm tingling of our earlier sexual escapades meant we didn't really go a lot of places, nor did we care to. We were perfectly happy slinging résumés at jobs we knew we didn't want, and wouldn't get, so long as we got to hang out together all day. Other than driving around, most of our day was spent kissing at every red light and stop sign we came to. I could barely keep my hands off Michael and he was much the same with me. 

As promised, a few minutes before one, I was at my mother's real estate brokerage, or more accurately the one she worked as an agent at. The main broker, Don Roberson, was looking for a part time receptionist and my mother had agreed to put in a good word for me. I didn't really want a job. I didn't feel I had any need for one and it would only cut into the time I would have to spend my last summer before college hanging out by the pool and smoking blunts with Michael and the rest of the condo gangstas. But Mom insisted that I do something and if I were to lose this battle of wills I certainly didn't want to be standing at a fast food counter 8 hours a day while some loser assistant manager checked out my ass. 

I guess I was being cynical, but I had never had to work before. My dates were obliged to take care of me and Mom got enough child support from my father so that any needs I had were met.

Still, some extra cash in the fall would be nice and Roberson paid better for part time than flipping burgers did for full. At one o'clock, I found myself waiting outside his office for an interview. Michael went to a local computer networking shop to sling a résumé and nerd out for a while until I called him for a pick up. 

One o'clock came and went, and it wasn't until one-thirty that Mr. Roberson finally saw me. He was dark skinned, like perpetually tanned, and I would later find out his mother was Hispanic. He had startling dark eyes, just a touch of gray over his ears, was impeccably dressed, and had a million dollar smile. He was the exact sort of guy any woman in her thirties or forties would go for and I wondered if he and mom had ever gone out. He looked to be maybe late forties or early fifties, it was hard to tell, but was quite handsome and had a reserved way of talking so that you couldn't tell what he was thinking. 

Now, I wasn't attracted to him. Don't get me wrong.

Sure, he was fit and took care of himself and was certainly an attractive man but way out of my age appropriate group. On the other hand, I could not see how Mom could work around him all day and not notice him. 

We spoke for several minutes, mostly about my lack of experience and what a great agent my mother was. Then he turned to real estate. I told him I hoped to follow my mom into the business but that I wanted to get a degree and brokerage license and focus on commercial properties and development. This was true. I had long thought this would be a great business to be in, and since I didn't want to go into a medical field, business - in particular real estate - made sense to me. 

Finally, after a half hour or so, he announced that I had the job and could start on Monday. Even though I hadn't been looking for a job, really, this made me quite happy. He said I would answer the phones in the afternoons three to four days a week but since I had an interest in development I could do open houses at one of the several projects he had going. I could not sell without a license but you don't need a license to stand there, answer questions and "be nice to people."

I left his office and went straight to my mom's to tell her but she was out showing a property. I could have swore Mr. Roberson was checking me out as I stood to leave but I was used to that from my cheer days. Men just like to look and, as long as they don't touch, I might as well accept it for the compliment it is; provided they aren't total perverts.

Once outside, I was going to walk to coffee shop two buildings down and call Michael but he was there waiting for me.

"Well, I got the job!" I announced.

"So did I!" he replied with a smile.

"That's awesome! Doing what?" I asked.

"Oh, just boring stuff. Planning networks and installing them, fixing computers, setting up servers and keeping them running. They do tech support for most of the small businesses in town. I may even get to write some code every now and then. What about you?"

"Just answering the phone, occasionally showing houses at one of Mr. Roberson's developments, and looking pretty," I smiled. 

"You'll be awesome!"

"Yeah, well, it's not like it's a hard job, but the money is good. And we should still be able to spend the summer together until you leave for school."

Michael smiled at this. I think it was more than I had ever seen him smile. 

"Let's go celebrate!" I suggested.

"Sure, where to?" he asked.

"What do you want to do?"

"Uh, I don't know," he laughed. "This morning's 'celebration' has left me without the ability to think about much else." He made air quotes with his fingers as he said "celebration" as if I couldn't figure out his innuendo. 

"Well..." I said, only to be interrupted by my phone. It was my mother calling.

"Hey, Mom! I got the job!"

"So I hear. Are you going back to school now?"

"Ugh. Really? By the time I changed and got there it would be almost..."

"Relax," she interrupted. "I was teasing. Take the day off and have fun. Oh! I have to work late, so do you mind cooking?"

"I guess not. Okay if Michael joins us?" I asked, smiling at him.

"That would be great. I... Oh! Don't forget, your sister is supposed to be home today. Anyway, Michael is always welcome. Besides, I need to make sure he's fit to date my daughter," she joked.

We said our byes and hung up. 

"Where was I?" I asked.

"Uh, am I coming over or something?"

"Yeah, Mom is working late. She wants me to cook. You can keep me company. I mean, if you want to."

"I'd like that." He smiled.

"Okay so... What was I talking about? Don't you hate to get interrupted and lose your train of thought?" I asked.

"Yeah, one distraction can blow a whole day for me. Oh, celebrations. You were about to suggest something."

"Right!" I said, then sipped my coffee. The truth was, even though Michael had throughly fucked me that morning, it was so good I craved more. Before, sex had been nice, but all about making the guy I was with orgasm. With Michael, he made it, well, he didn't make it so much, but it was, well, balanced. We both enjoyed it. We were pretty comfortable together, at least so far, and it was fun. Before there had always been pressure but with Michael I could relax and enjoy it and that made all the difference. 

"I was thinking," I said as I smiled, "Why don't we go to my place? My mom is going to be working late."

"Okay, what do you want to do there?" He grinned.

I reached across the table and held his hand and smiled at him. His faux innocence was really quite endearing. After a moment, though, he figured it out and remembered he had been suggesting the same thing before my mom called.

"Oh," he finally said with the biggest smile he had ever shown me. 

We drove just over the speed limit all the way home. There was a pickup in the usually empty space in front of our condo but I didn't think anything of it. Spaces were assigned but it wasn't uncommon for someone to borrow one, especially during the day when most residents were gone. In any event, we just parked at Michael's since we were in his car anyway. Since his mother would get home first, we decided to walk back to the condo I shared with my mom. 

As soon as I unlocked the door and we were inside, Michael's hands were on me, first around my waist then, as our lips met, he began to explore me. One slid down to the small of my back while the other gently cupped a breast. Our lips entwined but there was no rush as there had been earlier. 

I purred as he sensually caressed me. His other hand had found my tush and was giving it a soft but firm squeeze that made me subconsciously lift my knee and slide my thigh against him. I was really getting worked up fast. My body remembered the joy he had given me that morning, just a couple hours before, and my flesh was demanding a repeat performance. 

Now, I'm not a trashy slut. I had never had sex twice in one day before, and never had I instigated a repeat performance. but Michael had awoken a sense of lust inside me and it demanded satisfaction. Plus, he was my boyfriend. So, in my mind, that made it okay. I was basically out of high school. I could call myself a college coed in just a few days, and I just knew this was part of being in a mature, adult relationship. Never had I desired someone before. Well, not like this, anyway. Not on this primal level, even though I had dated quite a few guys who were certainly more athletic and such. None of them had lit a fire like this inside me, though. 

This was where my thoughts were wandering to when Michael suddenly stopped and I abruptly came down to earth.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Uh, is there someone here? I thought I heard someone upstairs just now."

"Oh." I immediately remembered Mom telling me that Andrea, my sister, was due home today. "Andrea may be back. Let me check. Just wait here," I said.

If she was back, I really did not want to see her. At least not until Michael and I had our little afternoon fun. I figured to sneak upstairs and if I heard her, sneak back down and go to Michael's. Surely his mother wouldn't be home for a while. Andrea had always dominated life around the complex for us, and right now, I wanted to spend time with my boyfriend, in bed. I did not want to spend it talking to her about how awesome she is, which was her favorite topic most days.

I heard noises from her room, sort of like voices, but not with any distinguishable words. So I crept to her door as quietly as I could. Fortunately, her door was cracked just open and I was able to open it further without making any noise. I figured if she was on the phone I would just wave, then say "hi" and leave before she could take over the day.

She was in no position to talk, though. I stuck my head in to see a muscular black guy, maybe about 25 or so. It's hard to tell a person's age when they are naked with their back turned as they shove their cock into your moaning sister. She was on all fours on the bed, facing away from me, her ass in the air as her black friend stuffed her pussy full of cock. 

Her face was busy swallowing the dick of another guy, this one also ripped and lean. He was tanned and gripped her head

in his hands as he fucked her mouth. Andrea had one hand on his cock pumping it into her mouth. I could have set off a bomb and no one would have noticed. The guy getting his cock sucked had his eyes closed and was doing most of the moaning. Apparently, big sis had some serious skills in this area.

I was too stunned to move and watched the scene unfold before me for a minute or so. The three of them fucked in a constant steady rhythm. Andrea's whore juice ran down her thighs, and she had slobber all over her hair and face. I realized that some of the white goo in her hair was discharge from one of the two guys, but I had no way of knowing which. 

Neither dude noticed me as they continued to use Andrea as their clearly willing fuck toy. She had always been wild, but this was beyond anything I had ever imagined. I realized, too, that as horny as I had been before I was even more so now. It was time for Michael to take care of me.

I crept back into the hall and slipped down the stairs. I took Michael by the hand and pulled him towards the front door.

"So, is Andrea here?" He asked.

"Shhhhh! She's, uh, busy right now. Let's go to your place."

As we walked, I asked, "How long until your mom gets home?"

"Not for two or three hours, why?"

"Good. That should give us enough time."

We rushed to Michael's and he scanned the parking lot for his mom's car before we entered. Once in, he gave a shout and a quick look around to confirm she wasn't home and led me to the bedroom. 

Here, I was the aggressor. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as his hands began to explore my body. A caress of my breast was followed by a groping of my ass and I instinctively raised my leg and ran my thigh up his again as before.

He tugged hard on my skirt in an effort to pull it down but it was unyielding. 

"Wait," I whispered and turned to face the bed. "I have hips, ya know! You have to unbutton it and unzip it first." I purred with my tush pointed at him and a grin on my face as I looked over my shoulder.

His hands trembled as he undid the closures and my skirt slid

down to the floor, exposing my panty covered ass and my bare legs to him. Michael yanked down my panties and shoved his face into my rear, his tongue reaching into my wet pussy. 

I moaned my approval. I closed my eyes and remembered what I had seen a few minutes before as he practiced his oral talents on me - sliding his tongue from my ass to my clit and taking me ever higher in arousal. I thought about Amber on all fours like this with a black cock fucking her cunt and another raging dick fucking her face and wondered how she found herself in that position, but I didn't really care. The image excited me. Perhaps because the queen of the condos was just a fuck toy to those two guys. Perhaps because her sluttiness tapped into feelings I had been having since Michael had gotten me off that morning. I needed cock, and I needed it now.

"Fuck me," I moaned. "Fuck me with that big cock! Please! I need you to fuck me!"

Michael was happy to oblige. He stopped eating me right as I was on the edge of ecstasy and I heard his zipper come down.

The head of his dick felt huge against my wet labia and I made no effort to adjust my position to accommodate him. I wanted it hard and big and only he had managed to give me that before. I hoped he could again.

He did not disappoint. He slid his rod into my depths until I felt that slightly painful cunt punch from a cock that was just too long for me, then pulled back until I could adjust. I recovered in seconds and began to buck my hips back against him and he responded in perfect time.

We rocked our bodies together, his cock plunging in and out of me, its head stretching me to my limits while his shaft slid smoothly. I can't describe the feeling but it was joyous!

Soon, I was sucking my thumb wondering how it would feel to be blowing a different cock while Michael pounded my snatch. The image made me feel like a dirty slut and sex had never made me feel that way before. Yet the pleasure in my body was too much to resist. My imagination ran wild with lustful thoughts about fucking multiple guys. First two, then three, then a never ending chain of cock. At some point, Michael rolled me on my back and fucked me missionary. I didn't even notice the change. My body and mind were so lost in sexual pleasure and desire.

As his shaft dragged against my clit with each stroke my body noticed though and wave after wave of orgasm overcame me. I was no longer thinking about multiple guys or anything else. I was just a fuck toy for Michael and nothing pleased me more. I came and came and my vag contracted on his shaft as he continued to drive that amazing cock into me.

Finally, he began to lose his rhythm and I knew he was close. I was about to explode if I came anymore. It already felt like I had lost control of my bladder (Though, thankfully, I had not!), and I suddenly had a desire to swallow his cum.

"Cum for me, honey, cum in my mouth."

"You sure?"

"Yes, you bastard, let me taste your cum! Now!" I demanded.

He dutifully pulled out and lifted from the bed. His dick was wet with my fuck juice. Its head was swollen and throbbing with a greyish white glaze of my natural lube slathered on it. 

I sat up and stuffed him into my mouth. I had tasted myself out of curiosity before, but not this much. There was a peppery tartness to his dick which wasn't altogether expected or unpleasant. The odor of our sex was overpowering with its earthy nastiness but I didn't have time to worry about that. 

Almost as soon as my tongue hit the tip and I sucked him into my mouth, maybe a second later as I grasped his shaft gently with one hand, he let out a guttural groan and emptied his balls in my hungry slut mouth. Even though he had cum just a few hours before, his discharge was productive and there was so much it was impossible to swallow it all. Jet after jet of his tart protein shake shot into my mouth as I sucked his head and pumped his shaft with my hand. Some leaked out the side of my lips and smeared on my face but I didn't care.

I was addicted to fucking his cock and sucking down his cream. I was a total slut for my Michael and I was giddy with delight at the notion of exposing my inner sluttiness to such a wonderful guy. Even though I had never acted this way, or felt this way before, I was at ease with him.

He grew soft in my mouth and I finally pumped the last of his delicious seed from him.

Even though sated for the moment, my inner slut was awakened and she wanted more. 

The summer was just beginning.