Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Drunk/Drugged, Gang Bang, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Cream Pie,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When sixteen-year-old Fox spies his older brother and a couple other guys pulling a train on Amber, it's love at first sight. Convincing a college coed to take him seriously isn't going to be easy though...Or is it?

My brother was fucking Amber again. Him and a couple of his friends had gotten her drunk. It wasn't the first time, I knew that after hearing them talk about her all summer. But I'd never actually seen the girl before and I expected her to be ugly or something. Like nasty and not very clean, you know? Aren't sluts supposed to be skank dogs? That's what my bother called her sometimes, a skank dog, but now that I could see her ... Amber wasn't ugly at all.

I don't know about love at first sight or whatever, but that's what I felt. Love. Not only because I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, but the way she smiled and laughed. The way she moved, everything about Amber made me feel warm inside. She'd seemed nice at first, and completely normal, like any other girl my brother dated. She wore normal clothes, a blouse and skirt that didn't look slutty at all, and she liked to talk.

Amber would gesture a lot, and giggle constantly while she spoke. Most of it was about college and her friends there. Mike, my brother, would interrupt her constantly, reminding the girl to drink more of her rum and Coke. His buddies hadn't arrived yet, it was just the two of them in the living room, and she seemed completely at ease. She drank and talked, sometimes Mike would touch her thigh with his hand, but she'd push it away.

They didn't just throw off their clothes and start having sex, that's my point. Amber didn't act like a slut at all, not until after her third or fourth drink, and by then she wasn't pushing his hand away anymore. My brother started kissing her, telling Amber how pretty she looked and how much he loved her, stuff like that. She would laugh some more, drink some more, and kiss him back. The scene made my dick hard, but only because I wished it was me kissing her instead of Mike.

When he tried to pull her panties down, Amber told him no. She would cross her legs and turn away, slapping at his hands. That's when he started calling her a slut and a cocktease, and stuff like that. She couldn't really stop him anyway. My brother was a lot bigger than she was and he hadn't been drinking at all hardly. I probably should have done something, but I don't know what. I wanted to make him stop, but part of me wanted to see what would happen. It wasn't like I could fight him, since Mike was four years older than me and about twice my size. Maybe I should have called the police, but that thought never even entered my mind.

"No! No no no ... Stop! Don't! Let me go!" Amber kept saying the same words over and over, hitting Mike's shoulders and trying to kick him.

They rolled off the sofa and onto the floor with my brother on top. He forced his hips between Amber's legs, grabbing her arms and holding them over her head. He never hit her or anything, but she wouldn't stop saying no either. At least, not until Mike got his cock inside her.

"Nooooo..." she sighed, like air escaping a tire. She only grunted softly after that, her small body jerking in time with my brother's thrusting hips.

He hadn't even taken off his pants or removed Amber's skirt. They looked completely clothed, except I knew they weren't. From where I crouched at the top of the stairs, watching through the railing, I could see her lovely face contorting with pain at first, her blue eyes squinched shut and her pink lips parted with the corners turned down. That changed after a few minutes. She started nodding her head, smiling and licking her lips as she closed her legs around Mike's waist.

Her soft grunts turned into moans and my brother let go of her wrists. Amber held his shoulders and lifted her head to kiss his mouth. He began fucking her faster and the pleasure on the girl's face was obvious. She wriggled her hips and pulled him into her with her heels digging in the small of Mike's back. At one point Amber let out a sharp, high pitched yelp and her eyes widened, her whole body seeming tense for a few seconds and then relaxing. That's when she saw me and I almost had a heart attack.

Amber's eyes were focused on my face, but only for a second and then I had the impression she was looking through me. It was strange and I thought about going back to my room, but I didn't. She hadn't said anything to my brother and I only wanted to look at her forever.

Mike turned her over a short time later anyway, putting Amber on her hands and knees. He was fucking her from behind, holding her hips with the pleated skirt flipped over her back. The damp slapping sound filled the house, kind of a hollow sound too, as my brother's pelvis slapped her naked butt. By that time she was really into it and pushing herself against him with her fingers digging into the carpet. I didn't understand why she'd changed her mind like that. I'd honestly thought Mike had been raping her at first, but not anymore.

When Tommy and Darrel walked into the house, I shrank from the rail. They hadn't bothered knocking or anything. They knew my parents were gone for the weekend, I guess, and Mike didn't look surprised to see them. Not like Amber, who lifted her head and started shaking it vigorously. They laughed about having a party with her, but Amber had started telling them no again.

"Just relax," Mike said. "We just want to have a little fun. You like it anyway."

"No," Amber replied. "I just want to go home. Take me home."

But that was the last thing my brother wanted to do. He hadn't even stopped fucking her yet and I stared as Darrel unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He pushed it into Amber's mouth. Like he grabbed her by the hair and just shoved his erection past her lips. She didn't say much at all after that and I'd never seen anyone get a blowjob before. I'd never seen anyone fuck either, but that's what they were doing.

Mike told everyone he was going to cum and I guess he did. My brother jammed himself into Amber hard and held himself there, arching his back and smiling at the ceiling while his balls unloaded in her pussy. Tommy called sloppy seconds, all three of them laughing, and as soon as Mike pulled out, he pushed his cock inside the girl's spermy hole with a loud sigh of pleasure.

I wanted to jerk off, but I didn't. I sat there for hours it seemed like, just watching as all three of the boys used her. While one of them fucked her pussy, another would fuck her mouth, and Amber would jerk off the other one. She wasn't being raped at all and I guess that's what made her a slut. Any girl who would let three guys do her at the same time couldn't have a whole lot of self-respect.

Part of me thought it might have been the liquor. She'd had a lot to drink in the beginning, and even after Darrel and Tommy showed up, Amber would drink half a glass of rum and coke in between sucking them off. She had to be totally wasted, I thought. So no one could really blame her, could they? And the more my brother and his friends fucked her, the more she seemed to like it.

"Hurry up!" she'd demand with a wet, panting giggle. "I need a cock!"

That's what she said at least once, after Darrel had cum in her pussy and Mike was trying to get his dick hard enough to put it in her for a third time. She'd sucked him off once, but mostly the guys seemed to like cumming inside her pussy. Amber had even swallowed his stuff. When my brother came in her mouth, he held her head with both hands, keeping her on his penis and urging her to eat his spunk. I guess she must have done it, too, because right afterwards she asked for something to drink.

They left her sleeping, kind of passed out on the floor, and it wasn't very late yet. My brother and his friends went downstairs to the rec room our dad had built. There was a bar down there and a pool table, a big screen television and all that. They were done with Amber, that's for sure. Tommy complained that his dick wasn't going to get hard again for a week. I waited until they were gone and I heard some music playing before I crept down the stairs.

Mike didn't know I was home. He was supposed to be watching the house, which meant watching me. Like our parents trusted him more than me because he was in college and I was still sixteen and in high school. I'd planned on spending the night at my best friend's house, but one of Kyle's little brothers had come down with Chicken Pox. I'd had it before, but his mom didn't want visitors when the kid was sick, you know. I'd been just about to tell Mike I was home when I realized he was with Amber, so I hadn't said a word.

Now I didn't know what to do. She was laying completely naked on her side. The guys had undressed her while they'd fucked her and Mike hadn't even bothered to put a blanket on the girl when they were done. Amber was a real mess. Her pussy looked red and puffy, kind of gaping open, with a lot of cum staining her thighs and tummy, and her back as well. The stuff oozed from her swollen pussy lips and already a small puddle of thin, grayish semen had formed on the carpet.

She had cum on her face. Her blonde hair looked dirty now, not shiny and golden the way it had been. Her body was flushed pink and she looked sticky. Her skin had a sweaty sheen to it, but she still looked amazingly beautiful to me. She shouldn't have, I know, but I was in love. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Amber snored softly and her lips and tongue had a cummy glaze like she'd been eating glue. Her tits were right there and Tommy had been biting her nipples, maybe the other guys as well, and they were fat and long, and very dark. She had hickeys all over her breasts, actually, and a couple on her neck.

Amber finally looked like the skank slut my brother liked to call her, but I knew she wasn't. I just wasn't sure what I should do. I stood there looking down at her and I did have the idea that I could probably fuck her. I wanted to, believe me, but she wasn't even awake. Worse, what if she did wake up and caught me? She'd never seen me before. She would probably scream rape and then Mike and his friends would come upstairs and probably pound me for fucking their girlfriend. Or even if they didn't care, which seemed sort of possible, Mike would still be pissed because I was home. It's fair to say we'd never been very close and we didn't like each other very much.

I thought maybe I could just take a picture. That would be something anyway. I could at least look at her again, every day if I felt like it, and that's all I really wanted. I felt it in my heart. It sounds dumb. I knew it at the time, how stupid I was being, but I couldn't help it. Looking at Amber reminded me of a girl named Nancy, my very first and only crush, except this was a thousand times stronger. I'd thought I loved Nancy, but I knew better now. I loved Amber. It felt like fate had brought her to me and I was glad, but I really wished the circumstances had been different.

I hated those guys for what they did to her and I knew it wasn't her fault, I just didn't know what I should do. So I just stood there looking down at her.

"Hey," she whispered, blinking her eyes and licking her lips.

"Oh!" I about jumped out of my socks. I guess I looked pretty funny because Amber giggled.

"I need to use the bathroom," she said, lifting her head and looking confused. Still smiling though, just sort of dizzy, and the girl was seriously drunk.

I almost didn't say anything. Part of me wanted to leave her there and go upstairs. She was naked. I'd been watching her have sex and it embarrassed me. I felt extremely nervous, like I didn't want her to get mad or hate me or anything. I figured as soon as Amber realized what had happened and what she looked like, she'd be embarrassed too. Nobody likes that and I'd take the blame for it. If I ran away, maybe she'd forget all about me and I could meet her again sometime and pretend like I didn't know a thing.

See, I wasn't planning on not seeing her again, that's the thing. In my heart, I knew I wouldn't be able to let her go. She made me feel like a hot air balloon ready to explode. I don't know how it is for other guys, but that's how it was for me. I wanted to talk to her and get to know her and be with her. Except I couldn't do any of that after she'd been gangbanged by my asshole brother and his two friends. All I could do was hide and pray that the girl was so drunk she'd forget all about me. Except I didn't.

"Help me," she said, lifting her arm. "What happened to, um..."

She couldn't even remember my brother's name. Amber giggled and lifting the girl to her feet was like picking up a sack of flour. She wasn't very big, not heavy at all, but I wasn't one of the school jocks either. Mike had gotten all the muscles, all I had were brains. Theoretically. I couldn't have proven it just then, however, not when I put my arm around Amber's waist and started walking her towards the stairs. My brother was going to be really pissed if he came upstairs and found her missing ... and then found me doing whatever it was we were doing. I didn't even know!

"I feel kinda sick," she decided about halfway up the stairs.

"We're almost there," I told her, praying Amber wouldn't puke. I'd have to clean it up and my stomach wasn't very strong.

"You're so nice," she said, smiling with her arm around my neck. "Cute too."

"Thanks," I said, and I knew she wasn't sober, but her words thrilled me to the core. No girl had ever called me cute before!

She wanted to talk, like she had with Mike earlier, and I didn't mind. I figured if she was talking, she wasn't puking. I only wished she wasn't so loud.

"I don't usually drink like this much, you know," she said, the words just tumbling out all in one breath. "I'm sorry. Maybe I should go home now, I think."

Amber tried to turn around, but we were already at the top of the stairs. I wasn't sure she'd be able to make it back down, even with my help. The last thing either of us needed was a broken neck, so I pulled her towards the bathroom.

"Use the bathroom first," I suggested, and that got her to nod.

"Yeah," she said. "I'm gonna throw up"

"Not here!" I hurried her down the hallway, wondering why I hadn't taken her to the bathroom downstairs.

But I knew why. I had no choice once she'd spotted me and I wanted to spend as much time with Amber as possible. If I got her upstairs, I could put her to bed. Not so I could have sex with her. I wasn't thinking about that anymore. I wanted to take care of her. The bathroom downstairs was tiny and it didn't even have a bathtub, just a small shower. I had thoughts of cleaning her up and then putting her in my bed. She deserved that, I thought, to be taken care of instead of abused. I wasn't supposed to be there anyway and if I heard Mike coming upstairs I could just hide. He'd think Amber had gotten into my bed all by herself. Maybe. I hoped.

That was my plan anyway.

It really sucks watching the girl you love barf. Amber puked as soon as she saw the toilet, practically falling into the bowl as she went to her knees. At least she hit the target and I wasn't sure what to do, so I just held her hair out of her face.

"You probably think I'm really stupid, huh?" she asked, gasping and spitting into the porcelain bowl.

"No," I said. "Uh-uh. I think you're beautiful."

"Right!" She lifted her head, giving me just a tiny smile before she had to puke again.

I guess that had been a pretty dumb thing to say under the circumstances. Nobody's beautiful when they're puking.

She let me wipe her face with a washcloth. Probably I should have left once she was done throwing up, but I didn't. Amber flushed the toilet and climbed clumsily onto it without even dropping the seat. She really had to pee and I blushed when I heard the loud hiss of her urine. She didn't look at me either, but sort of lay bent over on her knees. That's when I decided to get a washcloth for her, but she wouldn't take it. The girl only looked at me, still peeing as I swallowed hard and started wiping around her mouth.

"Nobody ever did that for me," she said.

I didn't say anything. I cleaned her face and by that time she'd finished peeing. I tried not to stare at her, but Amber was beautiful even then. Her tits looked bigger now as she stood up, but they weren't huge or anything. Like normal sized, except for her nipples. She must have been about an inch taller than me, if she was taller at all. We could have been the same height, actually, and I was 5' 4" at the time, give or take a little. She had a small waist and sort of narrow hips, slender shoulders and ... She looked like a girl. A very pretty one too, despite not being pretty just then.

I kind of stared at her for a few seconds as she stood up on rubbery legs.

"Why is the room moving?" she wondered, not sounding very happy about it.

I didn't have a lot of experience with drunk people, but I knew the best thing would be for her to sleep it off. There was no way I could get her into the bathtub and as much as I disliked the thought of Amber crawling into my bed with all that cum between her legs. With her dirty hair and sticky body and she really smelled like sex! As much as I didn't like it, there didn't seem to be any other choice. If I tried to clean her up first, the girl might just decide to pass out in the bathroom. I wasn't sure I'd be able to move her if that happened.

That's how I ended up putting Amber in my bed.

"You're so sweet," she mumbled, stroking my head with clumsy fingers as I laid beside her. She was naked under the covers. I was dressed on top of them just in case I had to run to my closet.

"Go to sleep," I told her. "You're okay now."

"Yeah," she sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm okay."

I didn't sleep at all, not until after my brother came upstairs looking for Amber. I hid in my closet and listened as he tried to wake her up. I guess Mike wanted to take her home or something, maybe take her back downstairs and fuck her some more, I wasn't sure. She refused to wake up though, at least enough to do what my brother wanted, so he gave up and turned off the light. He closed the door and I decided to lock it. That might seem suspicious, but at least I could sleep without him walking in on me.

I slept on my bed, next to Amber, and even though she had really bad breath ... I didn't care. I gave her a little kiss on the mouth, but only because I had to.

"I love you," I whispered, and then tried to sleep and eventually did. I even had a dream about her, too.

I woke up to see her eyes were open. They were pretty red maybe, bloodshot, but not dull. We were still laying side by side, me dressed and her under the covers. That hadn't changed. The sun was just starting to come up. It wasn't quite night outside, but that gray color that soaks into the world just before dawn. That was plenty enough light to see her face by and I blinked at her, neither of us moving at all. I wondered how long she'd been looking at me. Didn't drunk people sleep until noon?

"Hi," she said.

"Uh..." I had to think about that. "Hi."

"You're the guy in the bathroom, right?" she asked, whispering the words, and I nodded.

She hadn't forgotten everything, I realized, and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I'd sort of planned on waking up before Amber did. I could sneak out of the house and come in like I'd just left Kyle's, eat some cereal, watch some Saturday morning Bugs Bunny, and pretend like I didn't know anything. l could even go upstairs and wonder why Goldilocks was sleeping in my bed. If I wanted to, I mean, but I probably wouldn't have done that.

Now I couldn't do any of that. Amber was staring right at me and she remembered me from the bathroom.

"Did we do it?" she asked, looking unhappy, even nervous. I suppose waking up in a strange boy's bed will do that to a girl. Especially if the boy is there.

"You mean..." I shook my head. "No! I just helped you get in bed. I swear, I didn't do anything."

"Okay," she said, sucking on her lips. "Thank you."

"Uh, sure. Yeah." My heart was in my throat. I could barely get the words out. I wanted to hug her, like just hold her and tell her it was alright.

"Do you know where my clothes are?" she wondered, moving around under the sheets. "Oh."


"I think I made a mess," Amber said softly. "Do you have a towel or something?"

The situation was extremely awkward. All that cum had leaked out of her during the night, I discovered later, that's the mess she was talking about. Amber had been sleeping on a huge wet spot and even in the dim light I could see her cheeks darken with humiliation. The longer I sat there, basically trapping Amber in my bed, the worse it would be for her. I didn't have to be psychic to know that. I would have done anything to spare her feelings and I went to find her the best towel we had.

I found her clothes as well, tip-toeing through the house to bring them upstairs. Amber took a shower and I waited for her in my room, pretending not to notice the stained sheet or the musky smell. I thought about stripping the bed, but I was afraid that would only make the situation worse somehow. Like she'd know that I knew, so I feigned ignorance and stood just inside my bedroom watching the closed door to the bathroom. As soon as Amber cracked it open, I gave her back her clothes without a word.

"My blouse is kind of ripped," she whispered, peeking around the door. "Do you think I could borrow a t-shirt or something?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Just a second."

Amber's blouse had lost all but one of the buttons. We were about the same size, like I said, the only real difference being her tits and my slightly wider shoulders. I gave her my favorite t-shirt. It had the London Calling album cover on the back. I liked the Clash a lot and that was their best album, I thought. Amber must have thought so too.

"The Clash?" She smiled at me. "Really? Cool."

You don't meet a lot of girls anywhere who are into music like that. All the girls I knew listened to music that came and went like McDonalds French fries, you know? I mean, maybe it's no big deal, but being in love like I was, just the idea that Amber had even heard of the Clash got me excited. Like maybe we actually had something in common, something we could talk about and share while we looked for other things. Or it could have been that I was just fooling myself. How could a girl like that, a woman really, have anything in common with me?

"Do I look okay?" she wondered ten minutes later. I'd been wondering what was taking her so long.

"You look nice," I replied, but I really wanted to tell Amber that she looked incredibly, amazingly beautiful.

"Where's Mike?"

"My brother?" I frowned, hoping she didn't want to see him again. "He's asleep."

"He's your brother?" Amber smiled, still standing in the bathroom and shaking out her damp, blonde hair with her fingers. "You don't look like him."

"Yeah." I shrugged.

"Well, I'd better go," Amber said. "I'll give your shirt to Mike when I see him again."

"You can keep it," I said, trying desperately to think of something else. "Are you hungry? Do you want some breakfast or anything?"

"Noooo..." She rolled her blue eyes. "My stomach isn't up for that. Is there a bus stop around here?"

"What? I can give you a ride," I told her. "I don't mind."

"Really?" Amber seemed to consider that for a second. I didn't know how far away she lived, but she probably wasn't too thrilled with the idea of a bus ride first thing Saturday morning. I didn't even know if the busses were running yet.

"I've got a license," I said, and then kicked myself because it made me sound like a high school kid.

"Okay." Amber smiled and nodded her head. "Thank you."

My brother was going to bury me in the backyard if he found out I stole his car, but this was love. I just had to find his car keys and that turned out to be pretty easy since they were sitting on the kitchen table.

"What's your name?" she asked, sitting in the passenger seat of Mike's Thunderbird while I drove super carefully.

I'd only gotten my license two months before and if I got in an accident ... I tried really hard not to think about that.

"Fox," I said, half expecting her to laugh. A lot of people did, so I decided to explain it right away. "My mom watched a lot of X-Files when she was pregnant."

"Good thing you're not a girl," she teased me, and I kind of blinked at her. "Scully? That would suck."

"Oh!" I laughed. "She probably would have named me Dana though."

"Well, Fox is a cool name anyway. I like it," she said. "I'm Amber."

"I know," I said, and then caught the look on her face. "I mean, I heard my brother talk about you before."

"You did?" She frowned and I turned beet red. "What did he say about me?"

"Um..." I shrugged, wanting to lie, but not wanting to get caught if I did.

"Never mind," she sighed. "I can imagine."

"He's a jerk," I said, mostly to myself.

"Yeah, he is," Amber said, turned away and looking out the window. I suspected she was blushing too.

"So, um ... Do you like the Clash?" I wondered.

It seemed like a good idea to change the subject, except then I had to look at her in that t-shirt. Like a reflex thing, you know? She looked great and it was just tight enough to really show off her tits. Ambers nipples too, because the guys had really given her some serious hickeys there and they were still swollen and poking against the black cotton noticeably. Her skirt was red, short and pleated, and looking even shorter than it was as she sat in the seat next to me. I couldn't help but notice how soft and smooth her thighs looked, especially on the insides, and ... She caught me, of course.

I was checking her out, even though I hadn't meant to, and Amber crossed her arms over her breasts.

"They're okay," she answered curtly, not smiling at all. I'm pretty sure she was annoyed, if not totally angry, and I stared at the road.

We didn't say anything else for the rest of the drive, except when Amber gave me clipped directions. I'd totally blown it. She probably figured I was just like Mike and his friends, that all I cared about was fucking her. I wasn't thinking about that at all, however. I just wanted to be friends with her again, if that's what we'd been. I liked to think so anyway. I mean, we didn't even know each other, but I'd at least given her a reason to trust me, right? And then I'd blown it just because Amber looked so good sitting there that I couldn't help but admire her.

I stopped in front of her college dorm feeling miserable inside.

"Thanks for the ride," she said, and I kind of shrugged. I couldn't even look at her so when Amber kissed me on the cheek it came as a total surprise.

I turned my head quickly, but she was already getting out of the car. "Wait!" I said.

"What?" Amber leaned down to look at me, ready to slam the door shut.

"Can I call you?" I asked. "Sometime?"

She narrowed her eyes and didn't say anything. My heart was beating so fast I thought I'd puke. Or maybe that was my stomach all knotted up. I'd never felt so frightened of anything in my life. I'd stolen my brother's car for this girl. I loved her and she could squash me like a bug if she wanted to. I almost looked away. I wanted to drop my eyes so badly it hurt, but I didn't. She stared at me and I held my breath.

"Why?" Amber asked, maybe wondering why I'd been nice to her.

Perhaps the girl was curious as to why a guy would like her after seeing her drunk and fucked by three guys, left in a puddle of cum to sleep it off. Or possibly she wanted to give me a chance to explain why I'd been acting like an asshole and staring at her tits. It was a very complicated question, more like six questions all at once, and I had to find the right answer to the right one. But really, there was only one answer I could give and if she laughed I'd probably have to kill myself.

"Because I love you," I said, the way only a teenage boy can. Like nothing else matters.

"You don't even know me," Amber said, but she was smiling too. It made me brave.

"I want to," I said. "That's kinda why I want you phone number."

"How old are you?"


"I'm twenty-one," she told me. "Almost twenty-two."

"When's your birthday?" I asked, knowing I had to keep her talking. I couldn't let her close the door without getting a date.

"November fifth," she replied. "When's yours?"

"Last July, um ... the twenty-seventh."

"So you're barely sixteen," Amber said, pulling her hair out of her face as a the breeze picked it up. She looked amazing just doing that.

"Kind of," I allowed, "but everybody says I act older than I am."

"Yeah?" She actually giggled. "Who says that? Your mom?"

"What?" I dared a frown. "No. Everybody. I don't know, just ... I think you're amazing."

"You do?" Amber sighed. "I wasn't too amazing last night, was I?"

"That wasn't your fault."

"You're sweet," she said, "but it kinda was my fault. You think you can score off me if we go out?"

"What?" I was so not ready for that question that I wasn't even sure what it meant for a second. I guess Amber realized it too.

"Sorry," she said before I could answer. "I'm being a bitch, huh?"

"No!" I shook my head.

"You could have scored last night," she reminded both of us. "How come you didn't fuck me?"

"How do you know I didn't?" I asked, smiling back at her. That had to be seriously stupid. What was I doing teasing her?

"Heh!" Amber got back inside the car, pulling the door shut behind her. "Because you're not blushing, for one thing. Did you even kiss me?"

"A little one," I admitted slowly, blushing right on cue.

Amber gave me a smug grin and I laughed nervously. She wasn't angry with me at all anymore and I realized Amber knew a lot more about boys than I did about girls. I got the impression that if I hadn't kissed her, she would have been disappointed for some reason, but I could be wrong. Maybe it would have impressed her, who knows? I felt pretty certain that if I'd fucked her while she'd been passed out, Amber would have hated me. That's like seriously raping a girl, kissing her is kind of ... romantic? Maybe, as long as it's just a little one, I hoped.

"Do you want to kiss me again?" she wondered, widening her blue eyes, and my mouth went dry. My hands were sweaty. This was like walking through a mine field.

"Yeah, but..." I cleared my throat. "I can wait, um ... Until you like me too, I mean."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't like you, Fox."

"Really?" I swallowed hard, not understanding how we'd gotten there so quickly. She wanted me to kiss her? The sun wasn't even hardly up yet!

"Uh-huh," she breathed, leaning closer as her left arm reached behind me. I could feel her fingers scratching at my shoulder. She tickled my neck and then held me that way, pulling me towards her.


I closed my eyes when she kissed me. I didn't really kiss her at all, Amber was kissing me. She tasted like toothpaste, clean and minty, and I guess she'd used my toothbrush, since it's the only one in the hallway bathroom. I wished I'd brushed my teeth, but mostly I wasn't thinking about anything except the way the tip of her tongue tickled my lips until I opened for it. I'd never French kissed a girl in my life, but I learned quickly.

"Mmmm..." Amber sighed, pulling back after half a minute and smiling. "You kiss nice."

"So do you," I breathed. It had mostly been her, but towards the end I'd worked my tongue inside her mouth too.

"Have you ever gone down on a girl?"

"Um ... I don't think so," I replied carefully, not exactly sure what she meant by that.

"Will you do it for me?" she asked, teasing my ear with her fingernails. I wasn't sure why that felt so good, but it did.

"Yeah. I'll do whatever you want," I promised, but before I could find out exactly what it was she was talking about, Amber started kissing me again.

She could kiss like you wouldn't believe. God! Amber's tongue felt so soft and light, and she seemed to be touching me everywhere with it. Inside my mouth, I mean. She licked between my teeth and lips, inside my cheeks, the roof of my mouth. Everywhere. She must have had a long one too, because she could reach the very back of my mouth with it. She wasn't really tickling my tonsils, probably, but it felt like it, and I kissed her right back.

We sort of took turns that way. She'd explore my mouth for a while, then Amber would tease my tongue, wrestle with me briefly, and retreat so I'd have to chase her. And I'd explore her mouth in turn, trying to do the same things she'd been doing to me. I wasn't really good at it, I didn't think, but she wasn't complaining. Amber was moving. She put both arms around my neck, turning so her back was against the door and sort of laying down in the seat with me on top of her. Thank goodness we were both on the small side, relatively short compared to a lot of people, so we had some room to play with. It was still kind of awkward, but I found myself between her spread legs with my chest rubbing her tits through our clothes. And we were really making out!

I wondered if she wanted me to fuck her. If that's what she'd meant by going down on her, because I was going down on her in a manner of speaking. My trapped cock rubbed against her pussy and I wasn't sure, but I suspected she wasn't wearing panties. They'd looked stretched out, even torn in places when I'd found them. I'm sure they'd have fallen down as quickly as she could have pulled them up. So all I had to do was reach down and unzip my pants and...

"Go down," she whispered, pushing on my shoulders with both hands. "I need it, Fox. Make me feel good now."

I let her push me right off the seat, until I found myself wedged beneath the steering wheel with my knees bent and my back crooked. It wasn't very comfortable, but at least I finally understood what Amber wanted. She pulled her skirt up with one hand and pulled my head down with the other. The girl wanted me to kiss her pussy!

If I hadn't loved her so much, I probably wouldn't have done it. I mean, I knew she'd just taken a shower and everything, but that's where girls pee. That's where Mike and his two friends had put their cocks. Except they'd put their dicks in her mouth too, I reminded myself, and kissing her hadn't bothered me at all. But this was different, except it wasn't. This was Amber and I loved her.

"Uh-huh," she sighed. "Use your tongue. Yeah. Lick me all over."

That's what I did. Her pussy still looked kind of puffy to me, but it wasn't like I had a lot of experience either. Amber had a soft mound covered with fine blonde pubic hair, but the rest of her was smooth and buttery. She felt like satin and smelled like soap at first, so that wasn't so bad. She even tasted faintly soapy as I took long, slow licks around her slit. Her pussy seemed kind of pushed outward, like it had been turned inside out between her thighs. Her outer lips were plump and even her inner lips were long and poking out of her slit. I honestly didn't know anything about girls and their anatomy, but I decided that Amber had a very pretty pussy.

At least she didn't taste like pee, whatever that stuff tastes like. She didn't really taste like anything until my tongue actually went inside her. Amber had already grown moist and her fingers were twisting my brown hair as she moved me around, lifting her hips and occasionally closing her thighs against my ears. I could definitely taste her juices, kind of sweet and sour almost, and not watery, but sort of oily, I guess. She didn't taste bad, put it that way, and she seemed to like it when I pulled my tongue upward between her lips and across the hard nub of flesh at the top.

"There! Yeah! Suck my clit," she whispered urgently. "No, not there ... There!"

Amber taught me all about her pussy and she started grinding against my face when I found her clitoris and pinched it with my lips. It wasn't very big, I couldn't really suck it, but I could sort of kiss and nibble and flick my tongue across it really fast. She went kind of crazy after a few minutes of that! Especially when I managed to bring my hand close enough to finger the girl while I played with her clit. I mean, the rest of her pussy wasn't doing anything and I wanted to know what she felt like inside.

So I slid my middle finger into her hole and I couldn't believe how hot she felt in there. Wet too! It was like fingering a tube of melted butter, except I could feel parts of her that weren't that soft, all the little bumps and ridges that formed her vagina. I could even feel Amber's pussy muscles squeezing my finger, not hard or anything, but like she was shivering inside. That's when she clamped her thighs to my head, jerked her butt off the seat, and went nuts for a couple minutes. I never knew a girl could cum like that and it seemed to take forever before she let me go.

I could barely breathe. My face was red and wet with Amber's cum. She tasted a lot different too, much stronger than before, but it wasn't terrible at all. I'd even swallowed some of her girl juice and I decided that she tasted pretty good, actually. I'd make her cum again if she wanted me to, but only after I caught my breath. She'd really tried to close her legs tightly and my mouth and nose had been pressed hard against her pussy. Now I understood a joke I'd heard about if God was a woman men would be able to breathe through their ears. At the time I hadn't gotten it at all, but now I did.

"Thank you," Amber said, smiling happily and pulling me upward. "I needed that so bad, Fox."

I couldn't believe she'd kiss me after I'd licked her pussy, but that's exactly what Amber did. Not a little kiss either. We were making out again and I knew she had to taste her own cum. I mean, I was pretty much covered with it and could still taste her in my mouth. She kissed me though, wriggling her delicate tongue around mine like she was eating ice cream. I thought it was kind of weird and I felt self-conscious at first, but I kissed her back and even squeezed her tits with my wet fingers. I really hoped Amber would let me fuck her then, but...

"I'd better let you go," she sighed. "Thanks for being so nice."

"I don't have to go yet," I protested, but Amber had already pushed me off her.

"Your brother's going to be mad," she said, fixing her skirt and adjusting her t-shirt. "And I need another shower and I have to study, so..."

We looked at each other for a few seconds. I wanted to try and find a way to stay close to her. All I could think of was to tell her again that I loved her. That got her to kiss me again, but not as long as before. We made out for thirty seconds maybe before she opened the door and got out.

"Bye Fox!" She smiled and waved and I didn't even get her phone number.

My brother went back to his place at college and I didn't see Amber again for awhile, but I kept hoping. I wrote her love letters that never went anywhere except under my mattress. I jerked off everyday thinking about her. I remembered how she'd kissed me, her smile and her laugh, her pretty face and big blue eyes. I thought about licking her pussy and most of my fantasies centered around that for some reason. I'd lay in bed, stroking my cock while I imagined my tongue buried inside Amber's beautiful vulva. I wanted to go down on her again because I knew how much she liked it.

One night, a Saturday, it was pure luck that I answered the phone.

"Fox?" Amber's voice made my heart stutter. "Hi! What are you doing?"

"Amber?" I couldn't believe she'd called me. How did she even know my phone number?

"Do you want to go out?" she asked, just that quickly.

"Yeah!" I answered, smiling and wondering how I'd manage to sneak out of the house. It was almost ten o'clock and I could hear my dad wondering who would call so late. My parents were in the living room, not far at all from the kitchen, so I had to keep my voice down.

"Great," Amber said. "I'll pick you up!"

"You will?"

"Uh-huh!" She giggled and lowered her voice to a sexy whisper. "I need some of that sexy tongue of yours."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh!" Amber laughed again. "You wanna go down on me, right?"

"Yeah, um ... Yeah!" I agreed. "Just hold on a second, okay?"

I asked my parents if I could go to Kyle's house and spend the night. Except for the hour, that wasn't unusual at all. One of us always seemed to be sleeping at the other's house and after a half-dozen years, our parents were completely relaxed about it. They didn't even bother calling to check-up on us anymore, since neither of us had ever gotten in trouble for anything. We were pretty boring compared to most kids our age, but it did make my life a lot easier.

I waited around the corner for what seemed like hours, but it couldn't have been very long at all. Amber had her own car, an old Toyota station wagon, which is about the last thing I'd have expected from a college girl.

I said hi, but Amber said, "Come here..." and pulled me into a deep French kiss even before I'd pulled the door closed. I hadn't expected that, but I hid it well and kissed the girl right back. She tasted like cotton candy and looked even prettier than I remembered.

"God," she breathed. "You kiss nice. Ready to go?"

"Sure." I nodded, closing the door and licking my lips. "Where are we going?"

"Out to the Point," she said with a grin. "Ever been there?"


"It's nice," she said. "You'll like it."

Willow Point had become sort of famous as the local lover's lane a long time ago, probably about the time the automobile had been invented. Or maybe infamous is the better word, I'm not sure. Either way, I'd heard of it, but never had a reason to go there until now. To say I felt excited would be a huge understatement. Then again, Amber could have driven us behind the Wal-Mart and I would've felt the same way. I just wanted to be with her.

"I love you," I whispered between kisses. It was easier to say in the dark, with our arms around each other and the radio playing softly.

We were in the back of the station wagon, with the backseats folded down and a blanket beneath us. The windows were fogged and it was comfortable. Amber even had a couple thin pillows and she let my hands roam her body while we made out. I felt her tits under my palms, nursing on the girl's tongue as I squeezed her firm, breasts and swollen nipples. She didn't object when I pulled her top over her head. Amber smiled and caught her breath, shaking her hair loose and then pulling my face to her breasts.

She loved to be kissed and licked. Her fingers gripped my shoulders, tickled my neck, and caressed my back. Amber would move my mouth where she wanted it, from one beautifully pale globe to the other, urging me to pinch and nibble and bite her tits. Sometimes I thought I might be hurting her, but she'd arch her back and hiss with pleasure, telling me to do it harder. I put a dozen bruising love bites on her chest, and especially on her nipples, suckling those precious nubs of flesh until my lips felt numb and they were two or three times bigger than they'd been in the beginning.

"Do I smell good?" she teased me, pulling my open mouth to her left armpit. That should have seemed strange, but it didn't. I licked and kissed her there as well, telling Amber she smelled wonderful.

We were both warm and damp with sweat and she tasted faintly of salt, her underarms stained with a sweetly sour scent. She didn't use deodorant, I guess, and I didn't care. I drank her in with my senses. That's how a girl should taste and smell and feel; the barely there stubble of hair trying to grow back tickled my tongue. Amber let me worship her body while my left hand went lower, between her spread thighs to find her panty already soaking wet. She widened her legs invitingly and I felt the heat pouring out of her sex as I cupped her vulva. I couldn't believe how wet she was and I could push the loose nylon inward, teasing Amber's pussy with only the slightest penetration.

"Lick me now," she breathed. "Go down on me, Fox."

It hadn't taken long once I started rubbing her pussy. Amber hunched her hips, pushing herself against my hand, and as I kissed my way along her body, I pulled her panties down her legs. She lay there naked but for her skirt while I was still completely clothed. My cock ached in my underwear, trapped inside my pants, but I barely noticed. Everything was Amber. I found her pussy with my mouth immediately. She didn't want me to tease her with kisses on her thighs or my tongue running circles around her slit, she wanted me right there at the very center of her female flesh.

"Ohhh..." she sighed, a long ragged sound of relief and anticipation. "So good, Fox. You kiss me so good, baby. Use your tongue."

She spoke that way the entire time, urging me on with compliments and soft directions. The pungent aroma of Amber's arousal filled my nose. She seemed much as I remembered, but different as well. Her juices spilled over my tongue and into my mouth as if she'd had an orgasm. She urged me to fuck her, to stiffen my tongue and push it as deeply inside her pussy as I could get it. Instead of the bright, bitter-sweet tang that I remembered, Amber had a salty, almost sour flavor. Her juices were less oily, like creamy sort of, and somehow thicker maybe, but not very much, just enough that I noticed the difference.

I was awake to everything, all of my senses heightened with my desire to catalog every second of our time together. Every detail of the girl I loved. Nothing else mattered but pleasing her and I wormed my tongue inside her pussy until it hurt, keeping my open mouth pressed against her buttery vulva in a lewd, desperate French kiss. I'd pull my tongue back and nurse on the juice that followed, swallowing noisily and drawing her rubbery labia into my mouth. They were long and slightly plump, and I even chewed them gently, which she seemed to enjoy a lot.

"Uh-huh! Yeah! Uh-huh!" Amber gasped and rocked her hips, finally cumming as she held my mouth tightly to her cunt.

She closed her legs, pressing her thighs to my flushed cheeks and bouncing her butt eagerly. I could only lick and kiss her pussy, tasting her oily cum suddenly distinctive and uniquely Amber as I swallowed her down. I could barely breathe, but I didn't care. She made happy noises, almost giggling with joy as she worked her pussy against my face. I was soaked by the time she relaxed, from my eyebrows down to my chin, and I lifted my head, panting and smiling and licking my lips.

"Wow!" Amber breathed. "That felt awesome."

"Yeah." I nodded, laying down between her legs with my cheek on her tummy.

She laughed lightly, her stomach sort of jiggling beneath me, and played with my hair while we caught our breath.

"Can I tell you something, Fox?" she asked.

I nodded, pursing my lips and kissing her warm skin. I'd never felt so comfortable in my life as I did lying on her that way. I had my arms over her thighs, my fingers teasing Amber's hips, and even though my cock was hard and I wanted to have sex, I didn't really want to move either. This seemed almost better than sex, you know? Just being intimate with her made me so unbelievably happy, I almost thought I was dreaming.

"I think I love you," Amber said. "No. You don't have to say anything."

I'd started to lift my head, wanting to look at her beautiful face, but she put her fingers to my lips. I knew I loved her and I wanted to tell her. I wanted to look into her eyes and tell her everything. My heart had picked up speed and my stomach had butterflies. She loved me? I squeezed her soft skin, pinching her hips gently with my fists, because I felt so light inside I could have flown away.

"I know I'm kinda older than you," she continued, "but I can't help it. I've been thinking about you a lot. Do you think, um ... I could kind of be your girlfriend sometimes?"

"Yeah," I breathed, kissing her fingers, nodding my head against her tummy. "I love you too, Amber."

"You do?" She giggled again. "Really?"

"I love you more than anything else in the world," I promised, speaking the words around her middle finger as she curled it between my lips.

"Me too," Amber decided, slipping her finger inside my mouth and over my tongue. "Nobody makes me feel as good as you do, Fox."

She moved her finger back and forth and my lips were closed around it. Maybe it sounds a little strange, but I wasn't thinking about anything except how much I loved Amber. She wanted me to suck her finger and I did it, moving my tongue around and teasing her. I would have done anything for her and it was nice how she explored my mouth that way. It felt good in a sexual sort of way, like kissing almost, except different.

"I love your mouth," she sighed. "Do you love my finger?"

"Mmm-hmmm." I agreed.

"Do you love my pussy?"

"Mmmmm..." I sighed, nodding my head, and that made her happy.

She slipped her finger from my lips and I watched as she pushed it into her sex. Amber fingered herself for a few seconds before pulling out. When she brought her finger to my mouth, I accepted quickly, washing her clean with my tongue and swallowing. She did that again and again, giggling as I smiled, feeding me her pussy juice a few drops at a time.

"I always wanted a boyfriend who loved going down on me like you do."

"I just want you to be happy," I said, kissing her belly button.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I'm happy. Most guys just want to fuck me. I'm glad you're so different."

"Well..." I shrugged, but the truth was that I wanted to fuck her more than anything. My cock had been hard for an hour already, even longer than that.

"You really care about me don't you?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "You're special, Amber."

"Can you kiss it some more?" Amber asked, sounding almost like a little girl as she pouted playfully. "Make me feel special again, Fox?"

She teased me with her finger, making a hook and pulling my mouth down to her pussy. I licked her the best I knew how, even though my tongue felt kind of tired by then. I loved Amber's pussy, just as I loved everything else about her. I kissed the soft skin around her sex, played with her labia, and suckled her stiff clitoris. Sometimes she gave me directions, telling me when she really liked something in particular. Like when I fingered her pussy and pinched her clit with my lips, which was probably her favorite thing in the world. I made her cum several times, one orgasm after another, and I quickly replaced my fingers with my tongue, drinking her juices while she rubbed her cunt all over my face.

"Let me make you feel good too," she said later, after she came down from her last, best climax. "Kiss my tits. Suck my nipples, okay?"

Amber held me to her breasts while she played with my swollen cock. I nursed on her like a baby and I hadn't even gotten my pants all the way off. I wanted to make love to her, more than anything else in the world, but I felt too timid to say that. Her hand felt good anyway and I'd never felt someone else's fingers around my penis.

"You're my boyfriend now, right?" she whispered, kissing my hair as I pulled her nipple into my mouth. "You're going to take care of me from now on."

"Um-hmmm..." I sighed, jerking my hips as her fist tightened around my straining cock. She would turn her hand, twisting her gentle fingers around the shaft as she worked it back and forth.

"Do you want to cum for me?" Amber asked, teasing me I thought. "You're so sweet, Fox. I love you so much. Cum for me, baby."

"Mmmm..." I moaned, rocking my hips and fucking her fingers. They were wet with precum and she gave me a tight hole. My erection wasn't very large, but I didn't feel self-conscious about it at all. I just wanted to cum. My balls ached and I'd been hard all night just for her. I buried my face between her soft breasts, licking the sweat off her skin, and a second later I was there.

"Ohhhhh ... Fox," she sighed, pumping my cock quickly as semen flew from the tip.

It landed on her thighs, most of it, and then on mine. As my orgasm faded, cum ran across her fingers and down to my balls. Amber kissed me again, on the forehead and then my cheek, and finally my lips as she milked my cock for every drop she could get. I came a lot and her tongue filled my mouth, not even caring if I tasted like I her pussy. She kissed me for five minutes, holding my erection all the while and I didn't get soft at all.

"Can I, um ... put it inside you?" I asked, softly and tentative beneath Amber's smile.

"You want to fuck me?"

"Uh..." I cleared my throat. "I want to make love to you."

She giggled lightly and kissed my nose, and I felt sort of embarrassed. I shouldn't have said anything, I thought, but Amber didn't seem to be mad. She kissed my mouth again.

"Let's wait, okay?" she said. "I want to make love with you, but not in the back of a car."

"Oh." I nodded.

"I want it to be special," Amber told me, and I believed her.

"Me too," I agreed. "I love you."

"I know you do," she said. "We'll do it on our wedding night."

"Uhhh..." I smiled, dumbly. "What?"

"I mean, if we get married," she said, giggling softly. "You're supposed to ask me first, I think."

"Yeah, but I'm only in tenth grade," I reminded her, as much as it pained me. "We can't get married."

"Well, not now," Amber said. "But someday, right? After you graduate?"

"Maybe," I said slowly. "Are you sure? I mean..."

"Fox!" She kissed me on the lips. "I love you. I can wait, you don't have to worry."

"Yeah. I know, um..." I couldn't seem to think straight. I did love her, but I was only sixteen. She wanted to get married? I hadn't expected anything like this!

"There's nothing wrong with a long engagement," Amber told me. "Don't you want to marry me?"

She kissed me again and that wasn't helping. I wanted to make love to her, that more than anything, and the ache in my balls only grew worse as her tongue teased mine. I played with her tits, feeling the girl so warm and soft, so willing as we made out. She rubbed my cock and didn't mind the mess of my earlier orgasm. Amber's cummy fingers squeezed the shaft, tugging me towards another desperate climax. I loved kissing her, touching her body and being touched, and I knew I'd never want anyone else.

"Will you marry me?" I asked, whispering the words as we caught our breath.

"Yes," she said, smiling. "Of course I will, Fox."

"I don't even have a ring," I realized, and that made her giggle again.

"You can give it to me later," she sighed, stroking my cock harder, faster with her arm between our flushed bodies. "Cum for me, Fox. Cum on me this time."

My cockhead actually touched her pussy. I mean, Amber had kept her legs wide and I was between them. She rubbed my erection around her hot sex, teasing both of us as it would split her labia without actually going inside. I pushed with my hips, but she wasn't letting me fuck anything but her fingers. I kissed her tits and sucked at her nipples, hunching myself against her fist and trying desperately to get inside Amber's vagina, but instead I climaxed all over it.

"Yesss..." she sighed, milking my balls as I painted her vulva with milky semen.

I shot a big load and pushed myself back so we could look down and see the mess I'd made. Semen covered her pussy, from the swell of her mound all the way down to the deep dimple of her asshole. The stuff was thick and creamy, clinging to her puffy labia and oozing down her slit. Amber used my dick like a paintbrush, smiling as she used it to smear cum all around her beautiful pussy.

"Go down on me now," she said. "Make me feel good, too."

"What?" I blinked at her, but Amber wasn't going to let me refuse. She let go of my cock and used both hands to guide my face between her thighs.

"Don't be shy, Fox," she chided me. "I want you to do it for me. I like it. Please? Kiss my pussy for me."

I didn't refuse her. I couldn't say no to anything she wanted, and even the first tentative lick of her semen stained pussy didn't send me running. Part of me wanted to, believe me. The idea of tasting another boy's cum, even my own, made me feel weird. Embarrassed, maybe, sort of guilty, as well. I wasn't sure, but I knew I wouldn't like it. I'd probably puke, but I didn't.

Amber played with my hair and stroked my neck and cheeks, whispering loving words of encouragement. My cum tasted slightly sour, salty as well, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted t make her happy anyway, that's the thing. I loved her and I focused on that, ignoring the texture and taste as I licked warm semen from her pussy.

"Oh yeah," she sighed. "That's it, Fox. God! That's so sexy. Swallow it for me. Show me how much you love me."

I did swallow, gathering cum onto my tongue and pulling it into my mouth just for her. The shame went away, the guilt too, as Amber began rocking her hips. She was getting off on it and I soon had my tongue inside her pussy. That was better for me as all I could taste was her sharp, oily girl cum. She had several orgasms, one after another, panting and moaning, holding my open mouth to her cunt as I eagerly drank her pleasure. It was the best head I'd given her yet, or so she claimed, and I believed her. My tongue was worn out by the time she'd had enough.

"Wow!" She laughed, giddy and feverish and kissing my wet face. "You really made me cum!"

"Yeah, I could tell," I replied, feeling much better about myself. It hadn't been so bad licking sperm off her pussy, I decided, not if it made my girlfriend happy.

I couldn't go home until morning, but that worked out just fine for me. We made out for a long while, just kissing and touching each other all over. Amber played with my cock, but she didn't jerk me off again. I almost asked her if she'd suck it, but I chickened out. I mean, I knew she sucked cock, I'd watched her do it with my brother and his friends, but I couldn't figure out a nice way to ask her to do it for me. What if she got mad? Probably Amber would think that I thought she was a slut, since that's kind of what sluts do. Suck cock, I mean.

Never mind. I was happy enough kissing her and later we sort of cuddled. Amber pulled my face to her breasts and even though it felt sort of warm that way, I hugged her tightly and kissed her awesome tits until she fell asleep. She snored, but only softly and I thought it made her that much cuter. I felt pretty good about myself. About us, you know? Me and her, and I didn't care what my parents thought about me dating a girl six years older than me. I couldn't believe I'd asked Amber to marry me, but I liked that idea a lot. We could have kids and everything.

I jerked off, watching her sleep beside me and thinking about our wedding night, which sounds super corny, but man! Amber would look so hot in a wedding dress and I wouldn't even take it off her when we made love and ... I just had to be careful not to get any of my stuff on her, because it would be pretty embarrassing if I got caught. At least I felt better afterwards, except I'd had to cum in my underwear, like pushing my cock in my pants just as I started shooting. That seemed kind of gross and I fell asleep with that stuff all over my cock and balls, but what else could I do? I loved her.

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