Chapter 51

I was a bit surprised when I went into the bedroom, and the lights were all off already. I stripped to my underwear, and slid into bed, and kissed Amber when she turned and slid into my arms. And when I caressed her back as we kissed, I was more than a little surprised to realize she was not wearing a nightshirt as she had the week before. I could feel her skin against me, and we were quickly going from kissing to making out. And when I used my tongue to press her lips open, she moaned softly as she started to suck on it.

We kissed for about 10 minutes, then I gently softened the kiss, then broke away. We were both breathing a bit harder, and one hand was resting along the waistband of her panties in the small of her back, the other lightly caressing the back of her head.

“Amber, that was amazing. So is kissing me much different than kissing a girl?”

“Hmm, I have kissed boys before, so that was hardly a first. But none so exciting and also tender as you. Most just tried to shove their tongue into my mouth. You were like a girl, gently pressing like you were asking permission.”

“Oh, I pretty much was. If you had kept your lips closed, I would have stopped. But you have to tell me, what do you want tonight?”

She blushed, and it took her a few times to get words out, then she softly whispered “I want to do whatever you want to do Pete.”

I softly kissed her lips and smiled at her. “Oh no, that is not how this works, my dear Amber. Let me guess, you want me to take control, right?” She held her eyes open but shyly nodded. “OK, I can see that, but this is both not a game, and a very special game.” I felt her clutch me as I started to slide away, and I kissed her again softly and told her to relax. I then sat up in the bed, my back against the headboard. I then pulled on her hand and seeing what I intended Amber slipped in front of me, her back against my chest and my arms around her waist.

“I would like to ask you some questions and feel free to answer them or not. Just tell me if you do not want to answer, I will respect that. Are you a virgin when it comes to other guys?” She sighed softly and shook her head. “OK, and that’s fine, was it willing?” And I felt sad when she again shook her head. I gently kissed her cheek, and rested with my cheek against hers, just holding her against me, feeling her hands caressing my arms.”Amber my dear girl, was that before or after you realized your attraction to other girls?”

She giggled and turned to kiss my cheek. “Oh, it was after Pete. And it was not like Heather. It was just over a year ago, I had gotten drunk and high at a party. In fact, I did not even know when it happened. There were almost a dozen of us there, and I had gotten absolutely blasted and passed out in one of the rooms. When I woke up the next morning, my panties were on the floor. I felt a tad sore and realized I was, well, messy. And I vaguely remembered a dream of somebody having sex with me, but I had thought it was just a dream. I still have no idea who it was and feel no trauma from it, other than being mad I was used like that. I got tested and did not get anything, and had been on the pill since I was 16.”

I hugged her tight and kissed her shoulder softly. I asked if she had told anybody else, and she shook her head. I reached up with my right arm and crossed it in front of her, holding her left shoulder and feeling her breasts on my arm as it ran between them. “Well, at least that answers one of my worries. A lot of girls, not all but a lot turn to other women because of the trauma of rape. That is not the case with you, just your own desires. Have you ever felt the desire to actually have sex with a guy, or is this more curiosity? Like maybe something you feel like you should try?”

She sighed and softly said I asked good questions. “To be honest, kind of, both? When we had first met, I would have said I had no desire to be with a man, ever. Stacy was the only one for me. But since you gave me that computer, it has let me see a lot more than I ever thought about before. In fact, both Kim and Pat helped me a lot. And in a way, they are like opposites of each other. And both know you and said you could be trusted.” I nodded and asked how she got to know Kimmie.

“Oh, it started in messages on AdultNet, but she uses IRC also. I read your stories, especially the ones you two wrote back and forth. Pete, those were so sexy! And she told me about things the three of you did in school, and your weekend together last year. She even admitted she was a bit disappointed you did not try to make love to her.”

“Well, she had said she did not want to make love to me, and I respected that.”

“But she would have. And she wondered why you did not.”

“Well, that would have violated her trust, that’s why. As she probably told you, she was never my girlfriend, she was my girlfriend’s girlfriend. And I have absolutely no interest in just screwing any female I can. There has to be a mutual desire, we both have to want it. I will never push myself on anybody. And no, no matter what I will not make love to you, at least this weekend. Someday in the future, maybe. But I want you to be absolutely sure of yourself that it is something you would actually want, and not just something you think you should experience. Or because hormones got in the way.”

Amber turned in my arms and kissed me softly. Then pulling back she looked deep into my eyes. “You mean if I was to lie down right now and slip off my panties, you would still not do it with me?”

I chuckled and asked if that was something Kimmie had told her. “No, she never said anything like that. Why, had she done that?”

“Oh, not quite. But sometimes she would tease me, I knew she wanted to remain a virgin and that I was not the one to change that. Plus I already swore to make love to nobody but my ex. But sometimes she would try to press me, in a teasing way. And I would push right back, once even when we were naked pushing my cock right against her pussy and whispering if she did not stop teasing me like that, I would push myself into her and take her cherry, making love to her until she lost all control.” And I felt Amber shiver lightly against me, just as Kimmie had done that night.

“But I also told her that was something I would never do, at least in the height of passion, when emotions and desires overwhelmed what we would actually want with cooler heads. This day has been a bit emotional for you, and you have had more than a little to drink. I will never use such to take advantage of you, even if you think you want to be taken advantage of. You may really want to make love, or it may be your hormones and alcohol talking.”

“Peter, do you think I would be in your bed right now, mostly naked and having had more than a usual amount of alcohol if it was not something I had been thinking about?”

I laughed and squeezed her tight, and we shared another kiss. “No, but remember our first night, you had a few beers that night also, and remember I did nothing other than hold you. If you want to use me to experiment with, I think I can put up with the shame of being used, if it is something you want.” She gave a delightful giggle and slapped my chest. “But the thing is, I have absolutely no interest in trying to change or convert you. You are who you are, and your sexuality and desires are something you have to decide for yourself. To be honest, I’m flattered that you feel comfortable enough to be with me like this.”

“You know you could make love to me, and I would not stop you, right?”

“Probably, and to me that would be rape. I assume you talked to Pat about our night together?”

“Yes. In fact, she said she almost had to rape you, you were so resistant.”

“Hmm, pretty much. Of course, her and I had been teasing and playing with each other for almost a year now. And like you, with me, she is very much on the submissive or passive side. I had to be sure that is what she really wanted, and she did show me that it was. You, you strike me as different Amber. I think you are like Kimmie is. More than likely a lesbian, but not opposed to having sex with a guy if he attracts you. Kind of the opposite of my friends Mandy and Holly. They are mostly straight, but would not be opposed if the right girl got their interest.”

“Are all of your past lovers like that?”

“Hmm, to be honest, I think almost all but a few are straight. Frannie told me she has been with girls in the past. But with her, it sounded like a phase. The only other ones are Pat, who you know about. And also Linda, my ex-fiancee. I think she is like Kimmie, she seems to prefer other girls. In fact, from what I know of her after we broke up she has mostly been with girls, maybe two or three guys other than for work. And most of those guys seem to have used drugs as a lever on her. One got her onto pills, one tried to turn her into a sexual slave, and the last got her onto speed.”

“Can I ask a question? You said she did porn, would I know her by another name?”

I sighed and squeezed her against me tight. “You might, do you know Holly Wood?”

“Oh god, that’s Linda? Yes, I know her. I even have a couple of her tapes at home! And I have talked more than once in chats with her old girlfriend.”

“That would be Sherry, I have met and talked with her a few times. They were lovers I think for about two years.”

“That’s her. Somebody once asked her when she was doing another video with Holly, and she said she would never do another one with her again.”

“Yeah, Linda has a habit of burning bridges behind her. Another old girlfriend of hers is Melissa, she is the girl that got Linda into porn in the first place. Apparently she also eventually told Linda to take a hike.” Amber asked me for Melissa’s full porn name, and I told her.

“OK, I know who she is. Huge knockers, likes guys with huge dicks.” I laughed and said I did not know about the latter. “I admit, I used to have some porn tapes, Amber. But all were old ones, and nothing newer than about 1980. I like the ones with a story, and the new ones seem to mostly be about just sex.”

She slipped away and asked me to lie down again, and rested her head on my chest and we cuddled again. “Yes, that is one reason why Stacy and I liked hers. When she was with another girl, especially Sherry it seemed more like they were making love, not just having sex. In fact, until this last year Sherry only did it with her, and no other girls. And same with Linda, after a few she had done with many girls. The last year or so, she would do many guys, but only Sherry.”

“Well, Linda is retired now. But I know Sherry is still active. She still works for one of the companies I host, and I see her face sometimes when they send us material to scan.”

“Yes, but she only does it with other girls now, or with her boyfriend. Now what you told me, it makes a lot of sense. In most of her movies from what I have heard, Holly would do guys and girls. Then towards the end, it was lots of guys, but only one girl. Sherry, it’s the opposite. Lots of guys, but only Linda. And now, lots of girls, but only Buck.”

“Yep, and if you look back, that probably changed at about the time they broke up. I think that hit Linda hard, and she really went off the deep end after that. She pretty much disappeared after that, then I found her on Sepulveda. Ranting and raving, saying she wanted somebody to fuck her ass so she could by some speed. I took her and after calling her mom I drove her to a rehab center. She’s out now, but in a psych hospital, the drugs really did something to her mind.”

“That’s sad Pete. I used a little weed, still do sometimes. But that’s all. I have no interest in trying anything else.”

“Well, Linda has a predisposition. Her dad was an addict, and she has so far used pills, been addicted to crack, speed, and is an alcoholic. This last was her third time in rehab. Plus, I think she was also a sex addict. After I went to Japan, she pretty much drove all of her friends away, mostly because she was wanting sex from them. Even Kimmie finally left her, saying she was feeling used.”

“Is that why you never tried anything with Kim? And why do you call her ‘Kimmie’?”

“Well, my first girlfriend and you could call her my adopted sister in Idaho is Kim Littlebuck. I always called her ‘Kimmie’, so people would know who I was talking about. She even said I was the only one to call her that since she was about 6, and liked it. So that is how I still think of her.”

We talked for a bit more, and sometimes at around 2 in the morning, we both fell asleep. The next morning I woke up, and this time I felt the delight of her bare breast under my hand as I was cuddled up behind her. And again I could tell she was awake already because she was lightly caressing my arm. I sighed happily, and kissed her cheek and headed into the bathroom. She went in afterward and slipped back into bed with me when she was done.

This time she slipped on top of me, and I could still taste toothpaste as we kissed. I let my hands caress her back and sides as we were soon making out. When our lips parted, she thanked me again for a wonderful night. I thanked her in return and asked her how she was feeling.

“Pretty good, I did not have all that much to drink, so no hangover.” And she leaned in and kissed me again, her hand caressing my chest gently. I even felt her lightly pulling on my chest hairs. Amber giggled against my lips, and pulled away, saying that felt funny.

“I’m not used to feeling hair like this. None of the guys I dated had any hair there, and of course, none of the girls did.” I smiled, and closed my eyes, whispering that it felt nice. She continued to caress my body, her hand moving slowly down to my abs, then back up, nibbling on my shoulder as she did. But I jumped when after several passes, she moved her hand all the way down and cupped me through my underwear.

I had been caressing her shoulder during that and jumped when I felt her hand on my cock. She murmured into my shoulder, giving a little nip, and I softly whispered her name. I moved my hand across to grasp her arm and try to move it up, but she resisted me. “Shush Pete, I know what I’m doing. Or at least, I want to know. Pat is right, if I want to do anything with you, I have to be the more aggressive one. So unless this is something you do not feel comfortable with or do not want, leave me be.”

I released her arm and instead just caressed it, as my other hand moved from her shoulder up to her head. I moved her face gently so I could look into her eyes, and softly said “Amber, are you sure?” I felt her fingers now grasping my shaft through the cloth, and she made an affirmative sound.

“Uh-huh, I’m sure. At least, I am sure of this. I will not deny that I have been at least a little curious about this for years now. And for the first time in my life, I have a chance with a guy who I trust completely. So either move my hand away, or lift your hips, Pete.”

So I lifted my hips, and Amber was able to remove my underwear with only a little pain. She giggled when I gasped and told her to lift the front out and away from my body, and she apologized as my cock straightened back out and made a soft “Thwap” sound as it slapped against my belly.

Her hand was warm, and soft, and felt so small as it wrapped around me. We resumed kissing as she squeezed me, and then started a gentle stroking motion. She never moved it very fast and did not grip me very tightly, but it felt amazing. Her fingers after a few minutes moved down, and gently caressed my balls, giggling again as she explored the sack, and I gasped softly and broke the kiss.

“Gently there, very gently. Treat them as if they are fragile eggs. My cock is fairly durable, but there I’m very sensitive.” Amber apologized, then after exploring a few more minutes she was resting her head on my chest, taking me into her hand once again and softly stroking me. She said it was so big, and I kissed the top of her head and said I was pretty much average. “But it feels even bigger, in your small hand.”

I looked down also, and it looked so sexy, her dark hand wrapped around my cock and stroking it slowly. After a few minutes, she asked me how long I could last, and I said like that almost all day. “Show me, Pete. Show me how to do it. I want to make you cum, I want to see it.”

I reached down and wrapped my hand around hers, and had her squeeze a bit harder, and start a long but faster stroke. I sighed in bliss, oh this was much better. I continued to kiss and nuzzle her hair, and heard her gasp. “Is that your cum?” she said.

“Oh no, that normally leaks out. There is some sperm in it, but it is not cum yet. But if you keep it up like that, in a few minutes it will be.” And another minute or two later I whispered for her to move her hand faster, and that I was starting to get close. I could feel her lips occasionally nibbling on one of my nipples, but she never stopped stroking me, nor moved her head so she could not see.

I could feel that my release was growing very close, and I whispered I was going to cum soon. She stroked faster, and now I could feel the throbbing start. “Oh, I can feel that, and it’s like you are getting bigger. Pete, are you going to ... Oh!” The end of her sentence ended in a gasp of amazement as my first shot flew out of my cock, and hit her in the face. As did the second, and the third striking my upper belly. I reached down and grasped her hand, saying “Gently,” as I slowed the movements of her hand. Finally, I had her hold her hand steady and saw the last dribbles from the tip flowing down around her fingers. My white cum a sharp contrast to her milk chocolate skin tone.

I was catching my breath as I heard Amber softly giggle. “Heather is right, you guys really are messy.” I laughed also and reached to pull her lips up to mine and we shared a long deep kiss. Finally, she released me, and brought her hand up and looked at it, then almost hesitantly licked her thumb clean. “Eww, she said that is something she liked though.”

I chuckled and asked her to go into the bathroom and get us a towel. She returned a moment later, and gently cleaned up my cock and belly, and her hand. I took it from her and gently cleaned up the three splatters on her face, and she giggled again. “Well, I have been told it is kind of an acquired taste. I think the consistency more than anything else is what most women complain about.”

“Yea, it’s kinda grody. But I would be lying if I said I did not like that. It’s different than making another girl cum, but I enjoyed it just as much. I even felt a few tingles down there, but not in the same way.”

“Well, there is always something enjoyable I think about pleasing somebody else. And trust me Amber, that felt amazing. Do you want me to return the favor?”

She looked into my eyes and smiled, but shook her head. “Naw, but thank you, Pete. Maybe, maybe someday, but not today. It’s not you, I just want to digest this for a bit, to see what I really think about this. This is kind of a big step for me.”

“Yes it is baby, yes it is. A very big step.”

“I had seen it in movies before. But I did not realize it came out so forceful, or so much! Most times it is like to their belly button, or their waist. You hit my face, all the way up to your chest! The books and movies I saw all say it is like a tablespoon or so, this is so much more than that!”

“Well, it has been a while. The longer between orgasms, and the more I am excited, the more comes out. And trust me, I was plenty excited.”

“Because you knew it was the first time a lesbian was jacking you off?”

I kissed her and shook my head. “No Amber, because it was you. You really are an amazing and exciting woman, your preference has nothing to do with that.” She kissed me again, then said she was going to take a shower. We kissed for a few more minutes, and she headed on into the bathroom as I got dressed. I used the bathroom in the hall, then went into my bedroom real quick to grab my mobile phone from the charger. And through the doorway over the sounds of the shower, I could hear Amber moaning softly.