Chapter 129: The Neighbor ll
"You always did like staring at my ass," Kady groaned as I caressed her tender buttflesh with the palm of my hand. "But less staring and more fucking, will ya?"
Slowly, I withdrew myself backward, my eyes locked onto the perfect curvature of Kady's well-toned ass. The two hemispheres were so firm from constant workouts that my thumbs couldn't even dent the cheeks. They were so tight that they were actually a little concave, as if she were perpetually clenching them, but she certainly wasn't clenching them right now.
If she were, I would have felt it. My dick was currently four inches inside Kady's scarcely used vaginal canal, at least scarcely used by a live, male dick. She'd only ever had two different ones in her entire life: her one experimental boyfriend's when she was still trying to figure out her sexuality, and mine. I hadn't stretched her pussy since High School, and apparently none of her wide array of vibrators and dildos was quite as thick as me, so I still needed to go slow as I pumped myself in and out of her exquisitely tight channel.
"Someday, I'm gonna fuck this ass," I groaned, in seventh heaven as my alcohol-inspired bliss was augmented by the pleasurable sensations shooting up and down my spine. I ran my right thumb into the cleft of her buttcheeks, the globes so firm that they didn't even touch in the middle. And when I buzzed my thumb over her wrinkled anus, causing Kady to now clench and twitch away from my touch momentarily, I switched both hands to her bony hips and rapidly drew her body back against mine, swiftly impaling the full length of my dick in her to the hilt.
"Ohhwaaaughhh," Kady groaned as she was stretched as much as she'd ever been in her life.
I drooled a bit, my lip muscles deadened from the copious amounts of alcohol I'd consumed this night. I slurped it back into my mouth before the string of spittle actually released however, lest I mar the perfect tableau of my dick skewering Kady-fucking-Jacobsen's perfect peach. My mind was swirling in absolute ecstasy as I both felt and saw my thick shaft sliding in and out of Kady's tight snatch while surrounded by these heavenly globes.
"How does it feel?" Noelle groaned from right in front of us. The busty dirty-blonde was completely naked and soaked in sweat, her damp bangs darkened further toward brown while plastered to her forehead. Sitting upright against the headboard, she hefted one of her own D-cup tits to her mouth, sucking on the nipple and groaning while slowly diddling her own clit and watching the live heterosexual act taking place before her. She was still recovering from the multiple orgasms Kady had given her with agile tongue, nimble fingers, and a powerful little vibrator named Bottle Rocket.
After entering the apartment, the two gorgeous lesbians had left a trail of clothing all the way to their bedroom and then spent more than thirty minutes making sweaty monkey-love while I sat in a wing chair with my jaw on the floor and my hand on my dick. Noelle had initially been nervous about my presence while the girls made love, this apparently being the first time she'd ever been naked in front of a man. But Kady's unrelenting assault combined with the inhibition-lowering properties of the wine she'd been drinking all night let her at least start the sex act. After she got her first orgasm, she stopped looking over at me every five seconds and concentrated on interacting with her lover. After her second orgasm she ceased to care that I was even there. And after her third, Noelle began to openly perform for me, lewdly spreading Kady's pink labia with her fingers and staring at me until she was sure she had my attention, making a big show of extending her tongue upward to lick at the pretty pussy.
I'd initially planned to wait for an invitation to join them. Though Kady had made clear last Sunday that she wanted me to fuck her brains out – and indeed had dragged me up here tonight for that express purpose – I didn't want to interpose myself into the girls' lovemaking before they were ready. A couple in love is a delicate thing to unbalance, and I wanted to make absolutely sure that Noelle was comfortable before I climbed onto that bed.
That was the intention, at least. But after thirty minutes of watching two unbelievably hot college co-eds dyking it out and shoving fingers into each other's cunts, I just couldn't wait anymore. Noelle was flat on her back, moaning in ecstasy and twiddling her own sensitive nipples while Kady furiously knelt between her legs and ate her out. That meant Kady's perfect ass was wriggling right at me, seeming to invite me of its own accord. And with lust completely conquering my mind, I took that as invitation enough.
In two seconds, I was kneeling on the bed behind the horny redhead, grabbing onto her hips and yanking her up into position while she gasped in surprise. Less than a second later, I was sinking my fat cock up her twat, proving that no mere vibrator could stretch her out like me. And all the while, Kady just screamed out my name, yelling, "Yes, Ben! Yes! Fuck me! FUCK ME, BEN! SHOVE THAT FUCKING BIG BASEBALL BAT UP MY TEENY-TINY CUNT!"
As I mentioned before, it was slow going at first. Kady was just so tight and she had such a skinny body that I wasn't capable of pumping any faster, despite her plentiful lubrication. But after about five minutes of slow-dicking, she started to loosen and we picked up speed. And right about then, Noelle decided that she just had to get a closer look.
"Stop for just a second," she commanded in a husky voice. And in a mouthwateringly sexy Southern drawl, she added, "I wanna see y'all fucking up close and personal."
I slowed down and then stopped my drilling, Kady quivering and hanging her head to pant as she absorbed the filling sensations of my cock fully imbedded in her cunt. Noelle flipped onto her back and crawled beneath Kady in a sixty-nine position, shuffling her hips until she was just in the right place, gasping in awe. "It's fucking bigger than I thought..."
Smiling smugly, I started pumping into Kady once again.
"It doesn't hurt?" Noelle queried warily.
"Fuck no. Feels fucking gooood," Kady moaned. The skinny redhead dropped her head down, tonguing her girlfriend's snatch if for no other reason than to have something else to focus on. Likewise, Noelle started to lick at Kady's clit from below, but she repeatedly had to stop and giggle as she tried to get used to the distinctly unfamiliar sensation of having my ball sac banging into her forehead on every thrust.
"Here, higher," I urged, lifting Kady's hips and straightening the angle of my own legs to elevate our fucking a couple of inches. Now Noelle couldn't actually reach Kady's clit with her tongue, and had to settle for reaching up to finger her girlfriend or flipping her hand so that she could palm the redhead's swaying tits. But at least now my balls weren't swinging against her head.
"I'm cumming," Kady whispered very quietly. Pulling her head up from Noelle's crotch and turning her face to the side with a grimace. "I'm cumming."
Inside, I felt her pussy muscles begin to clamp down on me harder and harder. She was almost trying to fight it off, holding the orgasm in, which would explain the faintness of her voice. But as the pressure built and built inside her, so did the volume of her urgent warnings. "I'm cumming!" she gasped. "I'm cumming!"
"Cum, baby, cum," Noelle urged, now fondling both nipples and straining her neck up to tongue-swipe at Kady's clit, swinging balls be damned. "I want to see you cum on his cock!"
"Cock! Cock! Cock!" Kady whimpered. "I can't believe I've got a real cock inside me!"
"Fucking better believe it, because I'm looking right at it," Noelle drawled. "Never thought I'd say this, but this actually turns me on! Cum, baby, cum!"
"I'M CUMMING!" Kady now brayed. "I'M CUMMING!"
And indeed she was. Her pussy muscles locked up, grabbing onto my dick with about six inches inside and holding so tight that I worried she would never let me go. I had to stop thrusting, unable to really move as the tremors began somewhere up by Kady's shoulders and began rolling like an earthquake down her spine.
"CUMMING!" Kady screamed. "I'M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK! FUCK ME, DAMMIT! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG DAMN FUCKING COCK!"
I tried. I really tried. Kady's pussy muscles began spasming, releasing me just enough to let me move a couple of inches before they clamped down again and stopped my movement. My hips were still pumping though, so whenever her cunt muscles grabbed on and wouldn't let me go, I ended up just roughly shoving Kady's entire body forward a few inches or pulled it back. Her knees lost their grip on the bed and she collapsed right back down onto Noelle's face, my own legs splitting into a triangle as I lost my balance as well.
And right there, with Kady's dick-filled pussy smashing into her girlfriend's nose, her orgasm finally exploded. "OHHHWWAAAAAUUUGGGHHH!!!" Kady shrieked.
"Mmmph!" Noelle mumbled in surprise with a face full of cunt.
"NNNGH!" I grunted, desperately holding my own ejaculation at bay. Belatedly I remembered that duh, Kady Jacobsen is a lesbian, and a Catholic on top of that. She might not be nearly as devout as Paige, but I still reasoned the girl wasn't on any birth control. And despite the alcoholic fog clouding my brain, I knew better than to blast off inside her.
"Auuuuughhh!" Kady screamed again.
"Nnnghhh!" I fought to pull myself out, straining against the incredible clamping power of Kady's inner muscles.
"Aaaghhhaaahhhh..." Kady finally sighed, her body going limp.
I jerked myself out just as I felt myself about to lose control. Desperate to avoid spurting any of my dangerous sperm into the hot redhead's womb, I roughly rotated her hips to the left and tossed her onto her back. And then grabbing onto my waving prick, I simply held it in a straight line and jacked it furiously while the cum raced up my shaft and exploded into the air.
"AAAAHH!" Noelle shrieked as she felt the first scalding droplets of my cum spraying down onto her body. The first couple of shots landed as far away as her belly, painting a line that ran toward me and up onto the mountainous tits sitting proudly atop her chest. The rest lost power and dribbled straight out of me, where they dropped like bombs to splatter all over Noelle's face. Hours of flirting with beautiful girls down in Lynne's apartment, including Amber, had primed me for tonight. More than thirty minutes of watching the two of them dyking it out had built up the reservoir being stored in my balls. And of course, years and years of greater than average demand had trained my testicles to manufacture a lot more sperm than the typical male. The point is: I came buckets. And by the time I was done, Noelle's face was absolutely DRENCHED in mancum.
"Oh, shit," I gasped apologetically when I realized what had happened. I jerked my cock to the side and covered it with my hand, as if hiding it would somehow atone for spraying a confirmed lesbian in the face with nasty semen.
But to my surprise, and Kady's as well, Noelle just began braying with laughter. She always had a sweet face that seemed perpetually happy. And now that I saw that face all lit up with a big smile, I couldn't help but join in laughing as well. Kady turned about, and even though she was exhausted from her monumental orgasm, she was cracking up at the sight of her girlfriend with more creamy jizz covering her face than there was bare skin. And the sassy redhead was the first to crack, "Don't move. I wanna get my camera."
"You do that," Noelle giggled, reaching up to scrape a glob of jizz off her right breast and pop it into her mouth, tasting experimentally.
"You serious?" Kady gaped, slacked-jawed in shock.
"Dead serious. I want a picture of this to remember."
Blinking quickly, Kady just slipped off the bed and pulled open a drawer. Returning a few seconds later with a compact point-and-shoot, she squeezed off a couple of shots of her girlfriend's face, including one with Noelle holding up a glob of spunk on the tip of her finger while extending her tongue upward to meet it.
"You're insane," Kady breathed once she'd finished. "I'm gonna send one of these pics to your sister."
"Do that and I'm dumping your sorry ass in a heartbeat," Noelle shot back. That seemed to break the moment, and reaching out, she pleaded, "Get me a tissue?"
"Not enough," Kady reasoned before hopping off the bed again and dashing into the bathroom. She came back with a slightly damp hand towel, and as I backed away to give the girls some room, she lovingly cleaned off her girlfriend's face. "How did it taste?"
"Not bad. Not good, but not nearly as bad as you'd told me it would be," Noelle sighed as she sat up and gawked at my semi-hard prick.
"Whatever you say," Kady said with a frown before looking at me. "We might do this fucking thing a few more times, but you ain't never gonna get me to suck on that again."
I shrugged. "No worries."
"Speaking of doing that a few more times..." Kady grinned and reached out to her girlfriend. "Do you want to give it a try?"
"Oh, I don't know," Noelle hedged, wincing warily.
"C'mon. You can be on top and control things," Kady encouraged. "It was easier for me to do it that way my first time with him."
"Why don't you show me," Noelle suggested. "And then ... not tonight ... but maybe another night ... We'll see."
Kady nodded agreeably. "Works for me."
"Uh, doesn't yet work for me," I apologized, pointing at my semi-limp dick. "I need a recharge."
"How do you normally get it back up?" Kady frowned.
"Uh, well, usually the girl sucks it back up." I winced, and when Kady made a face, I quickly added, "But why don't you two just go ahead without me. I'll stroke myself and get hard again watching you."
Noelle shrugged as if to say 'works for me'. But Kady sighed and gave me an awkward pout. "But I wanna go for a ride now," she complained.
Wincing helplessly, I raised my dick and let it flop back halfway down.
"Fuck it," Kady spat before crawling over to me. "I'm gonna suck you, but you'd better not fucking cum in my mouth."
"Hey, hey, I promise. Just hard enough so you can get your ride," I assured her.
"Ooh, and lookit the bright side," Noelle chirped excitedly. "His thingy probably tastes like you right now. And we both know how yummy you taste!"
Kady's eyes lit up. "Well when you put it THAT way."
I just grinned as the hot redhead pushed me into a sitting position and then knelt to begin bobbing up and down my prick, keeping her lips tightly suctioned around my shaft and elongating my shaft with every upward pull. She hummed happily, noisily slurping up her own juices. And with the pleasant alcoholic bliss still buzzing around my brain, I mused on how I had a wonderful life.
-- MONDAY, JULY 18, 2005, SUMMER BREAK --
"You're a lucky sonovabitch, you know that?" Amber said out of nowhere from my left.
I glanced over to see the gorgeous blonde bombshell sashaying along the hallway toward me, curving her walking path to intercept mine ten feet ahead. She wore a smart black business suit with pinstriped skirt ending just above her shapely legs, a baby blue blouse, and a matching pinstriped jacket on top. Her fine hair was pulled into a functional updo that showed off the gracefulness of her neck. And flopping along incongruently was a visitor's badge loosely clipped to the front pocket above her left breast.
I just HAD to note that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone, showing me a small expanse of lush cleavage. Her tits were by no means obscene, but I felt my pulse quickening just to glimpse them.
When Amber came alongside me, instead of moving parallel to my path she actually reached out and bumped her hip into mine, knocking me off balance for a brief second. Scanning the hallway to ensure no one was in immediate hearing range, she leaned in close to me and whispered, "You're a fucking animal in bed, and you've got three gorgeous babes just begging for it every night."
I tried not to react and give her more ammunition, save for an arched eyebrow. But after checking around us once again, Amber just leaned in again and explained, "Lynne left her window open again on Saturday. And I actually listened to you take Noelle's sweet virginity last night."
That brought me up short. "No way. The window was closed and the walls aren't that thin."
Amber grinned. "I can still hear deep moaning, not to mention the way a headboard hits the wall. And after living next door all year, I can hear the difference between Kady and Noelle."
"But I didn't actually have sex with Noelle. You must've heard me with Kady and Noelle was just ... moaning," I stammered.
Amber gave me a curious look, searching my eyes for a second before spreading back into a grin. "You're a terrible liar, you know that? Point is: I've spent all weekend rubbing myself while listening to you fuck other girls."
Biting my lip, I stopped walking and grabbed Amber's hand, pulling her against a side wall and out of the main pathway, as if that would give us any better privacy. Leaning in, I hissed, "This isn't exactly polite conversation for an office."
"Well you keep avoiding me around the apartments. I saw you Saturday afternoon and called out. But you just ducked your head and hurried into your place before I could catch up. After that pleasant makeout session Friday night, you could make a girl feel kinda used."
Grimacing, I pulled on Amber's hand to bring her in tighter. "What do you want from me?"
Amber blinked. "Isn't it obvious? I want some of what you're giving the other girls."
"I told you that wasn't going to happen," I hissed. "And a girl as gorgeous as you could find a hundred other guys willing to do the job."
"Nuh-uh." She shook her head emphatically. "I understand the male brain. You want to fuck everything that moves, and I'm cool with that. I don't mind you having other lovers beside me. But you expect your girls to be pure, virginal, and dedicated only to you. If I fuck another guy, I'll never get you."
My shoulders stooped. She kind of had a point there. Maybe it wasn't fair, but if I knew she was schtupping someone else, it would make me want her even less. But I shook my head to clear those thoughts. "Not an issue, since you're not going to get me anyway. Might as well get your cookies from someone else."
"Why is that, exactly? Why are you SO adamant that you not sleep with me? If any other girl came up to you and propositioned you, you wouldn't be nearly so harsh about turning her down."
She had a point again. Biting my lip, I thought about that and finally just said, "I don't like you. You said it yourself: you're a spoiled little rich girl used to getting whatever she wants. I don't like those kinds of people, thinking they're just entitled to have everything. I value a person who is just as beautiful inside as they are on the outside."
Amber blinked twice and then just spaced out on me. No really, her eyes drifted away and her lips parted for a brief moment. It was the same sort of look she'd given me after we'd kissed that one time at the party, and it happened so suddenly again that it caught me off-guard. "Hey ... you okay?"
Blinking rapidly, Amber shook her head and seemed to return to Earth. She stuttered for a second before saying mysteriously, "We kinda hated each other at first, too."
"What?" I muttered in absolute confusion.
"Nevermind. We have a meeting in ten minutes. I'll see you there." Abruptly, Amber jerked her hand out of mine. I hadn't even realized I was still holding it. Spinning on her heel, she quickly walked off down the hall. And despite my better judgment, I couldn't help but gawk at her swaying ass as she left.
I wasn't the only one. Keith Myers stepped up by my side ten seconds later, sighing rapturously. "Good LORD that is one beautiful woman."
Looking after her, I found my eyes clouding over with a vision of Dawn. Frowning angrily, I turned and stomped off in the other direction. "Don't remind me."
-- WEDNESDAY, JULY 20, 2005, SUMMER BREAK --
It was a typical night for my current life in estrogen-land. I went to work. I came home from work. And I shared a pleasant dinner with wonderful friends. After the meal was finished, I went over to my laptop and took care of my email and caught up on the news while the girls chatted amongst themselves. And after about an hour, Kady and Noelle both came over to kiss my cheeks goodbye before they headed out the door and up to their own place.
"Man, give Kady an inch and she'll try to steal the whole nine yards," Lynne sighed as she flopped onto the couch beside me.
I finished up the news article I was reading about Star Trek's Scotty having died earlier today. But then closing up the laptop, I set it aside and asked, "What did she do?"
Lynne smirked at me. "Not what she did, but what she tried to do. She tried to talk me into letting her drag you upstairs tonight."
I smiled and thought of the pretty redhead and her buxom blonde girlfriend. Noelle was progressing along nicely in her exploration of male-female intercourse, and I'd been playing around with Kady's asshole enough that I seriously thought I had a chance at sodomizing her before the month was over.
"Hey!" Lynne bopped my forehead with her palm, shaking me from my momentary fantasy, and she shot me an indignant look. I wiped the smug grin off my face as she complained, "They got you last night already!"
I shrugged and replied, "And you got me the night before."
"Exactly. We're taking turns. And tonight's MY night."
I fought the urge to smirk and instead adopted a sage, serious expression. "Wise King Solomon understands. The solution, therefore, is to just have all four of us in bed together every night."
Lynne bopped my forehead again, this time hard enough to actually hurt a little.
Grimacing, I rubbed my forehead and scowled at her. "Awfully jealous for a girl who claims not to be in love with me anymore."
"Shaddup," Lynne huffed. "I already admitted a part of me is still in love with you. And of course I'm still quite seriously in lust with you. I'm serious about us being 'just friends', and about us not spending TOO much time together. But I've allocated myself every other night and I'll be damned if Kady shoehorns in on what's mine!"
I chuckled and shook my head. Whether she openly acknowledged it or not, Lynne and I were still in a relationship. She tried not to love me, but couldn't make herself stop, either. Her solution thus far had been to tightly limit our intimacy, to set boundaries beyond which she would not cross. More than once, I'd joked that we were now "half-together". And today was the "on" half.
"Look what you've done," Lynne sighed. "You've gotten me all annoyed with you. And here I was, planning to just drag you into my bedroom right away."
I smiled and gestured toward the hallway, taking her hand with my own. "I'm sure I can put you back in the right mood."
"Nuh-uh," Lynne replied with a fresh sparkle in her eye and a sadistic grin. "I've already decided how you're gonna make it up to me. You're gonna sit here and cuddle with me all night while we watch 'The Notebook'."
I groaned deep and loud. "Seriously?"
"Damn straight. Hey, you even said the sex scenes are pretty hot."
"But it's just sooo ... ugh..."
"Hey! You wanna get laid tonight or not? Hold me in your arms while I bliss out to sappy romance. I'll get aroused and start giving you a handjob right here on this couch. And if you're lucky, we'll pause the movie to try and re-enact the sex scenes right here."
I arched an eyebrow skeptically. "And let you fantasize it's Ryan Gosling porking you?"
Lynne shrugged. "You can imagine I'm Rachel McAdams."
"Don't need to. You're prettier than she is."
Lynne's jaw dropped open slightly. Her eyes softened and she stared at me with a mix of wonder and adoration. But a second later, she shook her head. "Nice try, buster. You almost got me. But we're still watching the movie."
I sighed in resignation, and Lynne got off the couch to fetch the DVD.
Women.
Thirty minutes into the movie, I was more or less completely ignoring it. I'd already seen it twice, once in the theater with Dawn and again on DVD with Lynne when we were still 'nottogether'. Instead, my focus was all on rubbing my nose into the back of Lynne's neck, inhaling her sweet scent and running my hands all over her nubile body. She had a dynamite ass, quite perky even if it wasn't as muscularly toned as Kady's. She let me rub her thighs and belly before slipping my hand underneath her shirt to fondle her tits. And she was indeed getting quite aroused letting me feel her up while she watched the romance unfolding on-screen.
But then the doorbell rang. I quickly jerked my hands out of Lynne's clothes, turning to look at the door. Sighing in mild disappointment, she hit the pause button and then turned to look over at the door herself before glancing back at me.
I quickly got to my feet, pausing to rearrange the erection that had been forming in my shorts. I went over to the door, peeked through the peephole, and then jerked back in surprise. Opening the door, I greeted questioningly, "Amber?"
"Hi, Ben," she replied, looking absolutely incredible. In the July evening warmth, she wore short shorts that barely extended past her crotch and showed off the long length of her legs. Her top was a relatively plain pink cami that was long enough to run below her hips, so that only a couple inches of her shorts were even visible. The thin shoulder straps exposed a lot of skin. And the plunging V-neck put her big tits on full display. Her light blonde hair was loosely held up against the back of her head with a blue jaw clip. And she rather nervously wrapped her long arms around her own torso, hugging herself while subconsciously squeezing her tits together between her biceps.
As usual, I immediately felt my heart speed up. And the chubby in my shorts got even stiffer as I couldn't help myself from running my eyes up and down to give her a quick once over. But then I noticed that Amber wasn't exactly looking at me. Biting her lower lip, she seemed honestly anxious at the moment, a sharp contrast to her normally direct and almost cocky demeanor.
For some reason, that relaxed me. I wasn't feeling defensive, and the White Knight in me felt the urge to reach out and comfort her from whatever was causing her the anxiety. "Hey," I replied. "What's up?"
"I, uh..." she stumbled before turning her eyes to my left. Lynne had come up beside me, drawing away Amber's attention. "Hi, Lynne. How's it going? Uh, I'm not interrupting something, am I?"
"Oh, no, of course not. We're just watching a movie," Lynne explained. "Can we do something for you?"
Clicking her eyes back and forth between us for a second, Amber settled on Lynne. "Um, actually. Would you mind if I talked to Ben for a bit?"
"Uh, no. Not at all," Lynne replied politely. She looked into the apartment, jerking a thumb back and saying, "I'll just be in my room."
"Actually..." Amber turned and looked to me. "Can we go for a walk?"
Most of my instincts told me to turn her down. Amber had made it clear from the beginning that she wanted to fuck me, and despite my repeated rejections, she was still coming onto me. If the roles had been reversed, and I had practically been a male stalker, any girl would have been inclined to call the cops on me. Now perhaps things weren't that bad for me, but I didn't want to encourage her predations any further.
On the other hand, Amber looked so sweet and vulnerable in this moment that I couldn't bring myself to reject her again. She wasn't asking me to go upstairs and fuck her brains out; she just wanted to go for a walk. Surely I was man enough to handle that. "Um, sure," I replied with a shrug. I looked back at Lynne, who just shrugged with a mysterious expression on her face. And then I walked out the door, letting Lynne close it behind me.
"Where to?" I asked.
Amber shrugged and waved out to the sidewalks. "The campus is always nice."
I nodded and we set off. We crossed Sand Hill and headed up toward the Stanford Medical Center. We made small talk until Amber began pointing out the various building of her campus. She'd had a lecture in that building and T.A.'d an undergraduate course in another. She now had an office in the Packard Children's hospital off to our left. I nodded agreeably, going along with the conversation and waiting for her to get to the point. Clearly, Amber hadn't come by just to show me the Stanford school.
We left the Medical campus and started down Roth, heading for The Oval Park. That was when Amber finally took a deep breath and said, "I like you."
That got an eyebrow raise from me and I glanced over at her. "You like me?"
She nodded and blushed cutely. "I really like you."
I snorted. "You mean you want to jump me."
She shrugged. "That too. That's definitely the way things started. I've heard you and Lynne for the last couple of months, and you piqued my interest that one night when you had her screaming her head off with the window open. I never would have made a move if you were her boyfriend, but you said you were just friends and when I asked the girls about you they all insisted that you were single and fair game and ... I'm sorry. I know I came on a little strongly. Some guys like that."
I sighed. "A lot of guys like that."
"But not you."
"It's not that."
"Then what is it?" Amber took a deep breath and looked around. "At first, I thought you were just playing hard to get. I thought you were turning me down, promising me that it would never happen as a way to challenge me, to get me even MORE interested in you. So I played along. I hunted you, you pushed me back, and we had this give and take that just got me hotter and hotter."
I frowned and looked over at her. "That's not what I meant. I never intended to just bait you as a way of teasing."
"I thought you were, especially when we had that little cat and mouse thing at the party last Friday. You kept talking to me, just enough to hold my interest, and then you'd disappear and make me come after you again. I was just about to give up when you let me sit in your lap and we started making out."
"I was drunk and tired of trying to push you away. I didn't want to make things awkward for everybody at the party."
Amber frowned, looking smaller and smaller. "So ... you really DON'T like me."
She sounded so hurt that I immediately replied, "It's not that."
Taking a deep breath, Amber looked at me again seriously and repeated, "Then what is it?"
I didn't answer her. I stopped walking, and Amber stopped with me. She just waited me out, anxiously staring at my face. And with a helpless shrug, I turned away and muttered, "I don't know."
"Let's get everything out in the open. I like you. I think you're handsome, intelligent, and quite charming when you aren't trying to push me away. I've seen the way you handle yourself amongst ALL those girls, even the butch ones. You're polite without being a wuss, you're confident without being sleazy, and it really doesn't hurt that I can literally hear through my wall just how good you are in bed. I'm attracted to you, and I want to get closer to you."
I blinked in surprise. Amber had indeed laid it all out. "So what ... you want to date me?"
She blushed and smiled radiantly. I swear her teeth actually sparkled. "I guess I do. This may be the most awkward way I've ever gone about this, and I don't remember the last time I had to ask a guy out on a date. But yeah, I'll do that." She took a deep breath and looked me right in the eye. "Will you go out with me?"
Instantly, I thought of Lynne. Grimacing while also giving her an apologetic look, I replied quietly, "I can't."
Amber's face fell. She'd made herself quite vulnerable, asking me out, and it had to really hurt her to be rejected. "What did I do wrong? Is it because I came on too strong in the beginning? Do you just not like me? I thought we really had good chemistry."
Instantly, I wanted to console her. "We do, actually. Gawd, you get me so hard just to look at you."
"Really?" she perked up.
I quickly held my hands up and averted my eyes, lest I ogle her body again. She really was soooo damn fuckable in those shorts and that skimpy camisole. Taking a deep breath, I replied more seriously, "I can't. I'm ... I'm..." I thought of Lynne. "I'm taken."
Frowning, Amber furrowed her eyebrows. "By who?"
"You already know. There's Kady and Noelle and especially Lynne."
"Lynne insists that you're just friends."
I sighed. "Lynne hides a lot about her feelings, even from herself."
"So you two ARE together?"
"Half-together," I mumbled almost to myself. "It's complicated."
"I see." Amber pinched her lips. "But what about Kady and Noelle?"
"That's just ... recreational, for all parties."
"I thought so."
"But sex is still a complication for us. Sex changes people. I'm intimate with them now, and they expect things from me. Just tonight, Kady and Lynne apparently got into a little tiff over who got to take me home. Even though we aren't ... dating ... I still have obligations to them, obligations that would interfere with you and me having a dating relationship, and vice versa."
"I see." Amber sighed in disappointment. She paused and looked southward. We were just about at the intersection of Roth and Palm, with the classic Stanford view straight up The Oval Park and to the main buildings beyond. The campus was all lit up at night, and she lost herself in the view for a little while.
"I'm sorry," I apologized at length.
"What if..." she began before figuring out the rest. Taking a deep breath, she looked at me and said, "I still like you, though. I still want to get to know you better, if that's alright. Maybe we could at least be friends?"
I blinked in surprise. "Uh, yeah, we could do that."
Amber smiled. "And you're right. Sex complicates a lot of things. Even though they all insist that you're just friends and just a single guy, I can understand how all three of those girls have some investment in you. I suppose it wouldn't be fair to try and take that away from them."
I nodded in agreement.
"But maybe we could ... I dunno ... just have coffee or something some days. Or maybe we could do lunch? I'm sure I can swing by your office or you can come over to the hospital during the days. We can even talk about work."
Amber sounded so hopeful that I couldn't bring myself to turn her down. Lots of people talked about doing lunch "sometime" without ever really doing it. "Sure. Sounds good."
Amber nodded and then gave me a wistful smile, perhaps hearing the hollow ring in my agreement. While our conversation had ended without acrimony, she couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Looking back westward, she took a deep breath and said sadly, "I'd better get you back to your ... not-girlfriend."
I agreed, eager to return to Lynne. "Thanks."
Amber and I were gone for about an hour in total, so the movie was still playing when I returned. Lynne looked up in surprise when I opened the door. "Back so soon?" she queried with a strange look on her face.
"You seem surprised."
She shrugged and sighed. "I half-expected you to spend the night with her."
"Excuse me?"
She smirked at me. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize you two are totally into each other."
"What are you talking about? I have zero interest in her."
"Yeah, right." Lynne shook her head. "I've only seen you two together twice, and both times the playful banter between you was white hot. I can see the sweat beading on your forehead whenever you stare at her, and I recognize the bulge in your shorts. Amber's exactly your type."
"Physical 'type' isn't everything," I insisted as I flopped down onto the couch beside Lynne, patting her knee. "Besides, I wanted to come home to you."
The pretty brunette frowned for a moment, her eyebrows pinching together as she processed that. "Did Amber ask you out?" she asked speculatively.
"Uh, yeah," I admitted.
"You turned her down?"
I gestured to my presence here on the couch. "Uh, clearly."
"Why?"
I blinked quickly. "I wasn't interested."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Bullshit." Lynne pivoted on the couch, putting her ass on the very edge and rotating so that she was more or less facing me. "I see the way you look at her, and I see the way you act around her. You're like a boy in grade school, pulling hair and throwing rocks at the cute girl because you can't admit that you really like her. We literally have dozens of girls hanging around us at all times. You act just fine around each and every one of them. Only Amber gets you all riled up, so don't try and pretend to me that you're 'not interested'."
"I'm attracted to her," I admitted. "You're right: physically, Amber's my type. Hell, she's the 'type' for 90% of the straight male population, and a good chunk of the lesbian population I'm sure. But that doesn't mean I want to date her."
"Why not?"
"Because ... well ... uh ... I'd rather be here with you!"
"Seriously?" Lynne rolled her eyes and pointed to the paused TV. "The Notebook?"
I grimaced. "Well, not 'The Notebook'. But I'm willing to put up with it for you. Weren't we having a good time? Cuddling together on the couch on a lazy evening, with hints of something more ... carnal ... later on?"
"Ohmigawwwd," Lynne exclaimed, jerking up onto her feet and stalking away from me. She put her hands on her head and paced around, grimacing angrily for a few seconds before stomping right back to me. "Don't tell me this, Ben! Don't tell me that you turned down Amber for ME."
Feeling a sense of déjà vu, I stammered and nearly blurted that I did. But with Lynne having just ordered me NOT to tell her that, I wisely pinched my lips shut.
"FUCK!" Lynne barked and then bent over, bringing her face down to mine. She was so terrifying that I wasn't even tempted to glance at her cleavage. "We are NOT together, Ben."
There was that déjà vu once again. I suddenly remembered my last 'nottogether' relationship, with Adrienne screaming in my face for turning down Helene McGregory.
"We're friends," Lynne railed. "Just friends. Yeah, we've continued fucking, mostly because it's fun and also because you're unattached. But don't let that be an excuse for you not to get out there and see someone else! I'm not your girlfriend anymore. Dawn is not your girlfriend anymore. You've got to get off your ass and get back out there in the world. And there's a beautiful girl upstairs who is so clearly into you and desperately wants you to give her the Big Ben Experience! Do it!"
"What, you're telling me to go out and date Amber?"
"YES!"
"No way."
"Why not?"
It suddenly came to me. For more than a week now, there had been a significant mental roadblock outright ORDERING me not to let Amber get close to me. Multiple times tonight, Amber had asked me, 'What is it?' She knew that there was this vague reason floating around in my brain for why I couldn't date her, but I hadn't been able to tell her exactly what that reason was.
It wasn't that she'd come on too strongly. The using me like a piece of meat was initially annoying, but I actually liked sexual aggression in a girl. It wasn't even that she reminded me of Dawn. If anything, that aspect of her appearance made me want her even more. The reality was that I'd been terribly attracted to Amber from the moment we met, carrying through to the sunblock thing by the pool and her little seductive moment in the Victoria's Secret robe. But there was a damn good reason why I couldn't date Amber, and it had everything to do with Lynne.
"Because she's my type. That's why."
Lynne gawked at me like I'd just told her I was gay. She was confused beyond reason, and canting her head to the side, she wondered aloud, "Why the hell would THAT be your big reason not to go out with her?"
"Because you told me less than two weeks ago that you thought you weren't good enough for me. You complained that you were short, plain, and flat-chested. You insisted ... with quite the crazed demeanor I might add ... that my legendary sex god stuff was reserved for true goddesses or some such bullshit." I shook my head in frustration. "After all that, how could I possibly go and quote 'trade you up' for a tall, busty, blue-eyed blonde? How heartless would that make me seem?"
Lynne pinched her lips together, calming down as she measured my words. "On the surface, it would kinda be a kick in the teeth to my ego."
"Exactly."
Taking a deep breath, Lynne reached up and bopped me on the forehead.
"Oww!" I winced.
"That's for turning down a girl because you think you're still in a relationship with me. I want us to be just friends, and you promised you'd make that kind of relationship work for both of us. You rejecting a pretty girl's advances for me makes me believe you're not serious about just being my friend. It makes me think you don't respect the decision I made. And it makes me think I've got to cut you off sexually and evict you from this apartment so you'll get into that block head of yours that I'M NOT YOUR GIRLFRIEND ANYMORE."
Whimpering, I rubbed my forehead pitifully.
And then to my surprise, Lynne leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging me fiercely and kissing my cheek. "That's for being considerate to my feelings. I appreciate you trying to look out for me, but in this case, you're overthinking things. Actually, it's kind of a nice ego boost that given a choice, you picked me over her."
"I did," I assured her. "I still will."
Lynne shook her head in the negative. "I told you: I'm not the one for you. We're just friends, and we'll always be friends. If I have my way, we'll still be good friends forty years from now, and we'll bring our grandkids together so they can play."
I smiled at the thought.
"The reality is that you need to move on. You need to live your life. It's been two months since you broke up with Dawn, and I know that's not necessarily a whole lot of time. But maybe Amber is your first step. She's new. She's not a friend from your past. Get to know her. Build a relationship from the ground up. See where things go. Maybe you're not meant to be together forever, but maybe you are. Go. Find out."
I sighed, hugging Lynne back. She rubbed my spine and I rested my cheek on her shoulder. It sure felt good just to feel her warmth. "Okay."
She hugged me for another moment, and then relaxed her grip. I didn't move, however, still hugging her. And after giggling, Lynne pulled away and patted my shoulder. "I'm serious. Right now. Go! Find Out!"
"What, now?"
"Yes, now! That poor girl came down to our door, all nervous and anxious about asking a boy out. He turned her down, and she's gotta be upstairs crying softly with a broken heart. Go up there and tell her you changed your mind!"
"Really?"
"NOW! Gawd, will you just get out of my hair and stop crying on my shoulder? Go get somebody else to waste all this emotional energy making you happy!"
Lynne seemed so exasperated that I couldn't help but laugh. A second later, she was laughing right along with me, and I pulled her into a new, but chaste, hug. "Thank you, Lynne. Thank you for wasting all your emotional energy on me."
"You're welcome. But seriously, I'm tired. Now go upstairs and make yourself happy without me."
It was my turn to stand nervously outside a door, although I fought the urge to hug myself. Shifting my weight side-to-side, I desperately scrambled to figure out what I wanted to say. Lynne had sent me upstairs without much time to think about it. And I'd already impulsively pushed the doorbell, not even giving myself more time to calm down.
Amber opened the door dressed the same as she'd been before, only now with bare feet on the carpeted floor instead of the cute walking shoes she'd worn before. I couldn't help but let my eyes yo-yo down to her tits as I felt my heart immediately begin pounding. It had sped up out of anxiety before, but now the damn thing was racing so fast I was sure I would have a heart attack before I could say a word.
"Ben, hey..." she said warily. Amber's eyelids were puffy, her makeup a little less perfect than it had been before.
My heartbeat slowed down as I realized that she had indeed been crying softly. And with an apologetic face, I quickly took a step forward before catching myself, stopping short of actually embracing her.
Hugging herself again, not realizing she was once again thrusting her tits together and upward for my view, Amber averted her eyes and mumbled quietly, "What brings you up here?"
Taking a deep breath, I gestured into her apartment. "Can we talk?"
"Uh, sure, sure," she sniffled, her nose a bit congested. Turning away, she walked over to the couch and left me to close the door behind myself.
I took in the appearance of her apartment. It was a mirror image of the floorplan that I lived in, but the furnishings were quite a bit nicer. Everything went together, clearly bought as a set. The oak finishes and glass surfaces gleamed with good taste. And there was no missing the 60-inch plasma TV. Seeing Amber so frail in this moment, I'd forgotten that she was a self-proclaimed spoiled rich girl.
She'd taken a seat on the couch, but as I approached, she quickly stood up and gestured to the kitchen. "Would you like a drink?" she asked politely, just now remembering her social graces.
"No, no. I'm fine," I waved her off and gestured for her to sit down. I sat down beside her, turning myself to face her. And after a deep breath, I said, "I wanted to apologize."
"For what?"
"I..." I trailed off, still not sure what to say. I felt bad for making her cry, but in a way I hadn't actually done something to apologize for. She'd asked me out; I'd turned her down and cited my reasons for doing so. It was unfortunate, but it was real.
Amber just waited me out, staring at me with a mixture of curiosity and pain, still hurting from my rejection and also wondering why I had come back.
I shook my head, thinking that it was harder to take back my rejection than to just bury my head underneath a pillow in my own room and hope the whole thing just went away. But then deciding to take a cue from the way Amber had approached me, I decided for plain honesty.
"I guess it's my turn to get everything out in the open," I began. "I like you. I tried my best to hate you, but I like you. You turn me on like very few people in this world. There are only two I can think of, and both are very special people to me. It started with pure physical lust. You are fucking gorgeous, and I think you know that."
Amber blushed and looked down, playing with her fingers.
"But there's more than that. You're smart and sharp, with a witty tongue and a comfortable confidence that's really sexy. I was extremely tempted when you first started coming onto me, and if I'm going to be completely honest with myself, I wanted you from the beginning just as much as you wanted me."
I paused to collect myself, and Amber took a deep breath while bringing her eyes up to mine. "But..." she led me.
"But," I conceded. "There are complications. I got dumped by a woman I considered my soulmate in May. It hurt me more than I can believe, more than I can even imagine right now. I was a total mess. I was in pieces. That was less than two months ago."
Amber sat up straighter, paying close attention.
"Lynne is an old friend from High School. I came around because my internship is close by, and she's been absolutely incredible in helping me get back on my feet. Along the way, a relationship started to develop between us. But citing our long-time friendship, and my recent breakup, she thought it best that we really just stay friends. And that's the way things still are today."
"Friends with benefits," Amber added with an arched eyebrow. I blushed in embarrassment, and Amber quickly added, "Nothing wrong with that. I'm actually rather familiar with the practice. Not myself, actually. My very best friend and ... uh ... Well that's a long story."
I looked at her curiously, but Amber gave me a short wave to dismiss it. I figured that would be something we might talk about later. Taking a deep breath, I continued, "But my relationship with Lynne goes beyond simple booty calls. For exactly a month, we were effectively boyfriend/girlfriend. We didn't call ourselves that, but the intimacy we shared was still there. Now maybe it wasn't as intense as some previous relationships, and I know we were both holding back a part of ourselves, but it's still a relationship that I cherish and that I have to respect."
"You don't have to explain," Amber offered. "You still have feelings for each other. You tried to tell me something similar back on campus. I wasn't happy about it, but I understood. Even though Lynne says you're just a friend, you're more than that to her and she'd be jealous if we actually went out."
She didn't understand. Blushing, I looked down and tried not to smile. Looking back up at her, I finally couldn't help but grin as I explained, "Actually, you got that exactly wrong. It was Lynne who told me to get my head screwed on straight and come up here to you. She was actually quite mad that I turned you down."
"Mad?"
I chuckled and nodded. "It's very important to her that I understand she and I are just friends. She really wants me to go out with you. In fact, she claimed she was tired from having to waste all her emotional energy getting me over my breakup."
Amber giggled at that.
But the mention of breakup took the mirth out of my eyes. I took a deep breath, re-collecting myself. "I still have that looming above me; it's only fair for you to understand. I'm still not completely over my ex, and for that reason alone I would totally understand if you wanted nothing to do with me. I've had lots of friends bitch to me about how the person they're dating can't shut up about their ex, and I definitely don't want to do that to you."
"Fair enough," Amber replied quietly before getting that haunted look again. "I've got my own demons from my past to deal with."
I studied her, realizing just how serious she was. I didn't know much about her, but I could see enough to realize that she might very well be just as damaged as me. "Don't we make quite the pair?"
Amber nodded. "Now I'm just wondering which of us is more fucked up."
"I am, believe me."
Amber shook her head. "Don't be so sure. With my commitment issues, I haven't had a serious boyfriend in more than two years."
I chuckled. "Well, maybe I can be the one."
Amber smiled. She canted her head to the side and gave me an honest look. "Is that what you want? A serious relationship with me?"
I took a deep breath. Even after I finished it, I remained quiet for a long few seconds, just making sure I knew what I wanted to say. And at last, I finally replied, "I don't know exactly what I want, not yet. But what I do know is that I like you, and you like me. And if you're okay with maybe taking things slow, I would like the chance to get to know you better."
Batting her eyelashes prettily, Amber smiled and sat up straighter. "I'd like that too. I don't know exactly what it is about you, but I've already been more honest and open with you than with every other guy I've dated since coming to Stanford."
We just stared at each other for a long few seconds, both beginning to grin like idiots as we realized that we were indeed taking the first tentative steps into a new relationship. I felt butterflies begin to dance in my stomach, and a warm flush spread throughout my body in the beginnings of new love, or at least new infatuation.
But then Amber's head tilted to the side, and that old predatory sparkle came back into her eyes. "Just don't go too slow, okay? The summer is half over; and don't you have to go back to Cal in the fall?"
I took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "I do. But Berkeley isn't that far away. If this grows into something special, then I'm sure not even long distance can truly keep us apart."
Amber spaced out right then. Her eyes drifted away and her lips parted for a brief moment. It happened so suddenly that it caught me off-guard. "Hey ... you okay?"
Blinking rapidly, Amber shook her head and seemed to return to Earth. She sighed and looked over at me. For a second, it seemed that she was seeing right through me, and I wondered if her little space-trips had something to do with those demons from the past she'd mentioned. Taking a deep breath, she sighed and then said, "Maybe you're right. Maybe taking things slowly is the way to go."
I was relieved that she agreed, and disappointed at the same time. She was still an unfreakingbelievably gorgeous young woman, and as I glanced back down at those heavenly melons just barely restrained by her skimpy pink camisole, I sighed with regret. "So let's do lunch sometime. And maybe on Friday night ... I'll pick you up at 7?"
Amber fully came out of her reverie and nodded happily. "That sounds good. I'll be counting down the days."
"It's only two days," I laughed. "Less than 24-hours, if you want to go to lunch tomorrow."
She nodded firmly. "Let's do that. Can you come by the hospital around 11:30? Doctor's schedules are always hectic, and I'm not sure how much time I'll have."
"There's always time enough, as long as there's a janitor's closet nearby," I joked (mostly). I couldn't help but linger my gaze on her long legs and imagine them wrapped around my waist while I pinned her against medical supply shelves.
"Mmm, don't get me started," Amber sighed dreamily. "I've been fantasizing about you fucking me for more than a week now, remember?"
"Sorry. I said it before: you turn me on like only two people in the world have ever done. If it wasn't for my relationship hang-ups, I would have pounded you right there by the pool when you came out of the water in that yellow bikini."
"Nngh! Don't tease me!" Amber complained. She rubbed her thighs together, shivering as her blue eyes sparkled at me.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I stood up and backed away. After awkwardly adjusting the bulge that was forming in my shorts, I raised both hands. "We're supposed to be taking things slow. Slowly."
"Right, right. You're coming off a bad breakup. I have my own relationship issues." Amber started breathing hard, batting her eyelashes at me as she leaned forward and hugged herself, this time quite purposefully thrusting her tits together and upward. "We want this to be serious, not just a summer fling."
"Right," I agreed, backing further away toward the door. My heart was racing, and my lungs were getting tight. "We're going to have a real relationship, not just meaningless sex."
"Of course not," Amber agreed, her tongue darting out the scrape across her upper lip while her eyes narrowed. "When we finally do have sex, it will be the result of thoughtfulness, emotion, and a real connection. It will be making love, and not just two horny kids showering each other with incredible ecstasy and raw, unadulterated pleasure."
Fuck it.
"Well when you put it that way..." I drawled, reversing course and walking forward. Likewise, Amber grinned as she stood up from the couch and opened her arms to me. "Why don't we start with the unadulterated pleasure, and figure out 'making love' some other day?"
Amber launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and already breathing hard as she primed her mouth just inches away from mine. "Sounds like a plan," she husked, and then her tongue speared deep into the back of my mouth.
Even for how horny we both were, we probably could have made love with just our mouths forever. Amber's lips were supple, yet firm. She aggressively attacked me, and yet yielded to my pressure. Her tongue teased me, and then disappeared. Every other second, something different happened with Amber's kiss. She was exciting. She was exhilarating. She was ... volatile.
I never knew what Amber was going to do next. It was a fresh experience for me, as I was used to being able to anticipate the sexual actions of my lovers. By my own personal count, I'd now bedded 68 different women in my life. That's a lot for an entire lifetime. That's even more amazing given that I'd only been sexually active for a little over than 5 years. I had a vast wealth of experience when it came to the carnal arts, and I thought that by now I'd seen it all.
But #69 was blowing my mind.
Our clothes littered the way to the bedroom. I'd ripped off Amber's camisole right by the couch. Her bra was likely on the coffee table. My own shirt was at the entrance to the hallway. And both my shorts and boxers were on the floor by the door. Amber still wore her own Daisy Duke-cut shorts and panties, and the stiff crotch of fabric over her zipper was currently grinding against the underside of my erection. The gorgeous, half-naked blonde writhed atop my body, pinning me beneath her as she nipped at my lips and then trailed little butterfly kisses down my cheek. She latched onto my neck and sucked hard enough to give me a hickey, as if she were vampirically after my blood. But just when I started to get used to that sensation, she was moving to nibble on my eyelids and then resume drilling her tongue into my throat like an oil derrick.
Like a puppy exploring a brand new toy, Amber's mouth covered every square inch of my head. She was excited, almost manic, and her enthusiasm was completely contagious. I started laughing when she took particular interest in nibbling my nose, and I had to push her away from me gently, saying, "Slow down ... We've got plenty of time."
Giggling sheepishly, Amber sat up and backed off just a bit. I took the opportunity to seize control, grabbing her shoulders and rolling us over while the hot blonde shrieked in surprise. And then it was my turn for my mouth to go crazy on her body, only I didn't keep my targets limited to her head and neck.
Amber moaned "Suck my nipples" when I got down into her chest area. I actually didn't suck her nipples for a long time, nuzzling her other erogenous zones and motorboating my cheeks between her upright mammaries. Her tits were so firm that I almost thought they were fake, with only their pleasant squishiness in my hands proof positive. I let my tongue tease the underside crease of her breasts, causing her to shiver and clutch my head against her. And finally, after tonguing just about every OTHER part of her upper torso, I finally slurped a nipple into my mouth right at the same time my finger slid into her cunt.
While I'd been exploring her upper body, getting closer and closer to her nipples without actually touching them, my hands had been working off her shorts. They were skintight, which made it exceedingly difficult for me to remove them. But at last I managed to drag them down to her knees and then off her feet, exposing Amber's neatly-trimmed blonde bush and pale pink nether lips. She squealed when I sucked in her nipple and inserted a finger into her hot box. And she began to writhe like a snake in a fire pit while I pushed in a second finger and then rotated my hand palm upward.
One: I gently bit down on her sensitive left nipple.
Two: My left hand tickled the bundle of nerves just under her right 8th rib.
Three: Curling my fingers inside her snatch, I scratched her G-spot.
Touchdown.
Jerking once, Amber's chest lurched up into the air as she threw her head back reflexively. I felt her pussy muscles clamp down around my fingers. And her jaw flapped open like a fish out of water, gasping without air for three or four seconds before she finally realized she was orgasming and a strangled scream finally tore its way out of her throat.
"Ack-Fuck!" Amber choked out.
Grinning, I just slipped lower and began to tongue her clit all through her orgasm, amplifying the sensations while I continued to scratch her G-spot with my right middle finger.
"Augh ... auughhh ... unnnghh..." she sighed as the climax passed, her body's quivering slowly abating as she came down from the momentary high. Picking her head up, she gawked down at me and exclaimed, "You only had my shorts off for fifteen seconds. What the fuck did you DO to me?"
I grinned and picked my head up, my lower jaw already completely coated with her orgasmic juices. "Like that? Got lots more where that came from."
"Oh, no you don't," she half-snarled, a fire in her blue eyes. Sitting up, Amber clapped her hands and urgently gestured for me to slide back up the bed toward her. And when I obeyed, she grabbed my shoulders and rather violently flung me onto my back.
"My turn," Amber hummed, shoving me down with her left hand to make sure I was completely flat. Getting onto her knees to my left, she bent over and slowly sucked my erection into her mouth. Her right hand squeezed me in a firm but supple grip, stroking up and down and twisting around in the corkscrew motion I loved so much, surprising me that she instinctively knew it.
I groaned and set my head down, basking in the intensely pleasurable sensations she was producing in my body. I felt my spine tingle, an almost ticklish sensation that began at the base of my neck and began to trickle downward, inching its way through each vertebra until my butt started to wiggle almost uncontrollably. Amber's tongue continued to dance on my mushroom head, tiptoeing across the glans so delicately that I scarcely could feel it. Her fingernails scratched at the long nerves running the length of my prick as she continued to stroke me. And after a few seconds, I belatedly realized that her left hand had been teasing my inner thighs this entire time.
My butt jumped into the air, shoving my cock an inch into Amber's mouth. I don't know why it did that, and a mild panic began to cloud my brain. What was going on? Why was my body reacting this way? What was she doing to me that was causing me to lose control?
My hips jerked again, this time horizontally. Amber sucked more of my cock into her mouth, humming as she increased her vacuum pressure while simultaneously tightening her grip on my shaft. She was stroking me so fast that her hand started to become a blur, and she was doing something else with my inner thighs that I couldn't even describe, save to say that the base of my spine felt like she'd lit it on fire.
All at once, my lungs seized up. I couldn't breathe, and now it was my turn for my jaw to flap helplessly like a fish on deck. That fire at the base of my spine was growing, climbing up each vertebra as if attempting to attack my brain from below. And then all of a sudden, I felt her finger worm its way into my asshole and massage my prostate from the inside.
Touchdown.
I jerked and gave a soundless scream. My hips lurched off the bed, driving my dick into Amber's throat. She took it like a champ, accepting my depth and even humming so that I could feel her throat muscles massaging my hypersensitive head. I felt like my skin was crawling with millions of ants doing the Macarena on top of my nerves, and a white light filled my vision as my balls ejected wave after wave of hot lava up the shaft to pour straight down my new girlfriend's gullet.
The next thing I knew, Amber was giggling above me as she knelt next to my limp body. Blinking slowly, I fought off a wave of dizziness and tried to get my bearings. My muscles were flaccid, as was my prick. I groaned in pain, feeling a throbbing thickness in my head. And I realized that somehow, someway, this hot little vixen had caused me to pass out from orgasm.
Damn it. That's MY schtick!
"The fuck did you do to me?" I asked thickly.
"Like that?" Amber cackled proudly. "Got lots more where that came from."
"No seriously. What did you do to me?"
She grinned widely, twin rows of pearly teeth. "You don't wanna know half the things I can do to you. I'm a doctor, remember?"
My competitive fire alighted, causing a surge of adrenaline to flow through my veins. I woke up quickly, sitting upright as my eyes roved over the beautiful buxom blonde's bodacious body. Her big tits wobbled in the air, capped with erect pink nipples just begging to be tweaked. Her supple lips were curled into a smile, just begging to be wrapped around my prick. And her juicing wet pussy, as yet unsullied by my tool, had proudly opened up like a flower in bloom, just begging to be sullied.
"My turn," I growled.
We spent the night trying to top each other. I tried to establish dominance by pinning Amber's knees back by her ears, standing next to the bed and pounding her pussy into the mattress while blubbering my face amongst her prodigious melons until she screamed in a triple-cascading multiple orgasm.
When those had passed, she clamped her thighs around my face, threatening to cut off my ability to breathe as she pushed herself up and then tackled me onto the floor. She then mounted my prick while I lay flat on my back, humping me and shoving her tits back into my face until I exploded deep inside her spasming vaginal cavity.
She sucked me hard again right there, leaking my spunk out onto her bedroom carpeting. When I was ready, I picked her up and flung her face down across her mattress with her feet still on the floor. Spanking her firm asscheeks, I lunged into her from behind and hammered her to two more screaming orgasms before pulling out, slotting my cockhead at her anus, and roughly shoving it into her bowels.
But Amber didn't let me complete the trifecta. Not yet. She came once anally, screaming "FUCK MY SLUTTY ASSHOLE!" not unlike Lynne that one night. But before I could bust my nut, she jerked her butt back hard enough to dislodge me and then spun around, dropping to her knees and sucking on my knob until I spewed another load into her stomach.
Feeling quite proud of herself, Amber made the mistake of leaning back and giving me a smug grin, gaping her mouth open to show me the pool of cum she'd collected there. But that left me a few seconds to catch my breath while she was vulnerable. And the instant after she swallowed it, I grabbed her by the neck and hooked my right hand into her armpit to manhandle her back onto the bed.
Rolling her flat on her back and tugging so that her head hung upside-down off the edge, I roughly shoved my dirty cock back into her mouth, face-fucking her and listening to the sickly pleasurable sound of her gagging every time my growing prick pushed into her throat. When I deemed myself sufficiently hard, I climbed onto the bed and squatted on her chest, grabbing up Amber's big funbag pillows and pressing them together in a tunnel of titflesh, happily grunting as I thrust my way between them.
With my heavy weight pinning her down and lacking any sense of leverage with her head and now shoulders slipping off the far edge of the mattress, Amber was helpless to resist me. I crowed out in victory when she just picked her head up and smiled at me tiredly. And I rewarded her by letting fly with several big bursts of cum that splattered her in the face and leaked all over her upper chest before pooling at the hollow of her neck.
Feeling smugly satisfied, I slid down her body and dragged her back up onto the bed. I crawled backward until I was between her legs, nudging them to the sides so I could give her a couple of oral orgasms, just because I felt guilty for taking my pleasure from her with that titfuck.
With her hand on the back of my head, I tongued and sucked Amber to two such whimpering climaxes. And the sounds of her erotic passion started to revive me for a miracle fifth erection. When I felt that I was hard enough, I crawled back up her bountiful body, slipping my wood into her pussy and slow-stroking her for what I believed to be our final coupling of the night.
But just when I thought we were done, that predatory grin crossed Amber's face. Apparently she was just saving up her energy for one last assault. And when my eyes went wide, she suddenly rolled us over, pinning me down and urgently humping herself up and down my pole.
After she came one more time, Amber's eyes glittered and she elevated herself all the way up, taking hold of my shaft in her right hand and gripping it when her pussy popped free of my cockhead. Tilting my dick back just an inch, she centered her own anus on the mushroom and then gingerly sat down, groaning slack-jawed as she felt my upright missile burrowing its way up her back door.
While her irises rolled up into her head, Amber fondled her own tits and tweaked her own nipples, pulling them away from her body until they snapped back like rubber bands. Thoroughly exhausted, I just held onto her hips and guided her up and down motions as she used the springiness of the bed to help piston my dick in and out of her ass.
When she came, her clenching anal muscles drew out my fifth ejaculation of the night. I felt the inky blackness clouding my vision as I spurted out what little remained in my balls, sticky jism splattering into her colon. But she wouldn't let me fall asleep just yet, sighing rapturously and then dragging me off the bed by the hand.
"We need to take a shower. I don't want your sweaty ass sticking to my Egyptian cotton sheets."
The hot water seemed to revive me, at least enough that I could gleefully soap up Amber's smokin' body. Her big, perfectly shaped tits were squeaky clean by the time I was done with them, and I even had to taste a little soap as I was too impatient to get them fully rinsed off before suckling like a starving baby. Amber herself had quite a bit of fun washing my cock and balls, and she did her own cleanliness check by kneeling on the shower floor and doing a taste test.
The feel of her mouth amazingly got me hard once more, and wide-eyed, Amber popped off to stare at my prick in amazement. "Six times?"
"Better fucking believe it," I growled, reaching down to pick her up, and then using every last ounce of my strength to raise her body high enough to pin her against the wall and shove my dick inside.
Still wet, and caring less about her Egyptian cotton, I staggered out of the bathroom and into Amber's bedroom with her still impaled on my throbbing prick. Groaning from the strain, I dropped her onto her back and then seized her wet tits in my hands, fondling them happily while I steadily pumped my cock in and out of her wet box.
She came in less than five minutes, moaning and gasping and whimpering, "Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me..." over and again.
Thirty seconds after that, I groaned and let loose, squeezing a few drops of spunk into her body before exhaustion finally took over, and I slumped to my knees on the floor beside the bed.
Giggling, Amber leaned down and grabbed my shoulders, hauling me up and onto my back next to her. Rolling onto her side, she swung a leg over my hips and cuddled her naked self against my torso. And as we gasped from our excessive exertions, all finally went silent.
For a little while.
Out of the night sky, Kady Jacobsen's shrill voice pierced the air.
"BEN! AMBER! CLOSE YOUR FUCKING WINDOW!"
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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