Chapter 3: Amber

OCTOBER 2003

As October started, I was more than frustrated.

At least I had one outlet--Rosa. And that almost sounds like I was using her. Well, maybe I was, to some degree. But it wasn't like I didn't have feelings for her--I did. There wasn't another girl I'd want as a lover. There were, however, any number of guys I'd love to have as a lover. It's not that I was actively looking for a relationship with a guy, though I wasn't opposed to it, either. But, actually, Rosa was really all I needed right now emotionally. That would probably change some day, when I met the right guy. Right now, all I wanted from a guy was to get laid.

That wasn't happening. So, I was with Rosa. And it's not like there was anything wrong with sex with Rosa. On the contrary--it was great.

We were compatible in bed, probably because I was more aggressive than she was. Rosa was soft. She wasn't fat, not at all, but she was curvy. Except for my T and A, which I had, I was all angles and muscles--Rosa was soft all over. Even her kisses were soft.

We were together this day, early in October. We were in my bed, all curled up together, kissing. We were naked--we'd taken the bus home that way as we usually did if it was nice out. We had been nude all day--what was the point of dressing?

Anyhow, we were kissing. And, like I said, Rosa's kisses were soft. Even when she was sucking on my lower lip--something she loved to do--it was soft and gentle.

Our lips quietly rubbed against one another. She parted her lips, and my tongue slipped inside. She sucked on my tongue lightly, running her own all over mine.

We were in a clench. One of her hands was running through my hair, the other lightly roaming up and down my back. I had my hands cupped around her ass, squeezing her cheeks. Our boobs were rubbing against each other.

I parted her legs with my kness and brough my thigh up between her legs. I bent it up and rubbed it against her pussy. She moaned into my mouth.

We were side-by-side, but I pushed her over so that she was on her back. I climbed on top of her. We rubbed our boobs and pussies together, as our tongues and lips dueled. Her hands held my head, fondling my hair.

I broke the kiss, and moved my lips downward, kissing her neck on the way down. I got down to her boobs and kissed all around her flesh. I circled around, kissing her boobs all over, then finally got to her erect nipple. I took it between my lips and sucked on it, rubbing the tip with my tongue as I did.

Rosa moaned as I massaged her nipple with my lips and tongue. I rolled it between my lips, flicking at it with my tongue. As I did that, my hand roamed down and moved between her legs. I cupped her pussy with my hand, feeling how wet she was, pressing into it gently. Then I moved a finger up and down her slick labia, caressing and fondling her pussy with my finger as I did the same to her nipple with my tongue. After a few minutes of that, I took my finger and slipped it into her.

"Oh, God, Amber," she gasped. She was wet and ready, and I moved my finger in and out of her easily. As I added a second one, I kissed down her stomach and headed towards her pussy with my mouth.

All right. I guess I am pretty bi, because I love eating pussy. I especially enjoyed eating Rosa's pussy. When she gets aroused, she has a nice prominent clittie--nice and easy to wrap my lips around. That's just what I did, sucking on it and gently flicking my tongue at it--she loved that. It didn't take long, not witih my lips sucking her clit and my fingers hammering away at her pussy. Her hips rose off the bed. She yelped, "Amber!" and I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers.

I moved my mouth away but kept my fingers buried in her, as she came down. When her breathing settled, I began taking her up again. Slowly moving my fingers, I gently licked my way up her labia. Her arousal returned in a hurry and I zeroed back onto her clit. Her second orgasm was quicker and, if anything, even more explosive.

I crawled up beside her after the second one and just watched her. Rosa was awesome to look at after she came. Her eyes were clenched, her fists were clenched, her cheeks all puffed out as she tried to regain her breath. I loved it.

She opened her eyes to see me leaning over her, grinning. And then she surprised me--before I knew it, I was on my back with her hovering over me. Rosa wasn't usually aggressive. She leaned over and her lips met mine--and she practically stuck her tongue down my throat!

Before I knew it, her mouth was on my breast. Then she moved down and lapped at my pussy. She lovingly sucked on my clit, as I felt myself start to build up. Then, suddenly, she wasn't there anymore. I opened my eyes, and saw her in front of me, kneeling between my spread legs.

And she was wearing a strap-on! We'd played with toys before, but never a strap-on. "Where'd you get that?" I asked.

"A little surprise," she said with a grin. "Amber, I want to fuck you."

"God, yes," I groaned. She moved in--and stuck me with one good, long stroke. I yelped--and it was in pleasure.

Like I said, we'd used toys--hell, I'd used them on myself. But that was different. That was a hand, hers or mine, moving it in and out. It wasn't the same as Rosa's hips driving it into me.

My Jesus, did she fuck me! I found out later, when she took it off, that it had a couple of attatchments--one that went into her pussy, and one that massaged her clit. So, she was getting something out of this as well. She certainly pounded it in and out of me like one very turned-on girl.

I wrapped my legs around her ass. She leaned over, holding herself up by her elbows. Her tits mashed into mine, which just added to the sensations. Then she covered my mouth with hers. I held on to her waist as she plowed that magnificent fake cock in and out of my sopping pussy.

When I came, it was with one hell of a howl.

And she kept going! I'd barely come down from my first orgasm, and her ceaseless pounding had me headed for number two. She just kept fucking into me--but I could see all those attatchments were affecting her, too. She was panting into my mouth through her kisses. Her erect nipples rubbed against mine.

I felt my pussy clamp down on the latex cock again, as my hips pulled up off the bed and thrust up at hers.

And she still kept going! After that, I lost all coherence. I know I got to a third before Rosa climaxed herself and collapsed on top of me, completely spent, the dildo still deep inside me. She pulled it out after a while and plopped down next to me. I looked over at it. It was slick with my juices. No big surprise--the puddle under my ass was practically a damn lake.

"Oh, my God," I hissed after I had finally caught my breath.

"You like?" Rosa said with a grin.

"Jesus. I have never cum that hard! And you--when did you get so aggressive?"

"I dunno. It was like I strapped that thing on, and got this incredible surge of power!"

"What made you think of this?"

She blushed, and blinked. "Look, Amber--I know you want a guy. I know it's going to happen sooner or later." Her voice dropped. "I wanted to do it first. I wanted your first fuck to be from me."

"Oh, Rosa," I sighed, leaning over and taking her in my arms. We cuddled for a bit. "After that--honestly, who needs guys?" I giggled.

"You do. I know this. Hey, so do I," she admitted.

"I had wondered."

"I don't seem to crave it as badly as you do, but I do want guys. I just don't want us to lose what we have."

"We won't," I promised. "Any guy I meet will have to understand that I'm bi and have a girlfriend. Of course, at Naked High, that probably won't be a problem. I saw a foursome headed into one of the pods the other day." Rosa giggled at that. "Which, I admit, sounds like fun. Anyway--at the moment, I have no legs left--but, next time, I want to do you with this thing." I gripped the dildo. "If you were my first, I want to be yours."

"I'd like that," she grinned.

It's not that I wanted a guy any less, but maybe it made it a bit less urgent. I vowed not to kill myself trying so hard. Rosa's magical strap-on was a wonderful substitute. And, two days after that first time with it, I found out I really liked doing her with it. She loved it, too.

But I still looked at the guys, drooling. And I still got pangs of jealousy. Tanya and Connor Enfield were as thick as thieves. And then I had to listen to the exploits of my soccer buddy, Jordan.

Including hand-job lessons with my journal partner, Joe Benson!

She told me about it one day after practice. "Joe Benson?" I exclaimed. "I was under the impression that he was totally hopeless."

"Nah," Jordan told me. "He's just shy, has no confidence, and is inexperienced. Which just means that I get to train him." She grinned at me. "He's very trainable!"

"You have a thing for him?"

"Nah, not that way," she said. "Don't get me wrong, I like him a lot. But, at this point in my life, I am a play-the-field kind of gal."

"What if he gets stuck on you?"

"That's why I've waited a couple weeks and haven't taken him in for another lesson," she giggled. "Next one is oral. Every guy should learn that one."

"Uh-huh," I grinned. "That's why I have Rosa."

She made a face. "Suit yourself, but not for me. I'm sure I wouldn't mind receiving oral sex from a girl--a girl certainly would know her way around down there." She made a worse face and shuddered. "But then I'd have to reciprocate. No thanks. I'll stick to blowjobs." I had to laugh at that.

She continued. "Anyhow, as I was saying, I don't worry about Joe getting stuck on me. Besides which, he's got a thing for Darcy Iniglia."

"Ugh. Somebody buy that boy some taste," I said.

"Yup. Anyhow, we're just friends. I'm just going to teach him."

"I need some guy to teach. Or vice-versa!"

Well, it wasn't going to happen then. The next day, I got my period. Ah, well. That was one bad thing about Naked High. Don't get me wrong, I was glad I got to wear panties that week--but that meant everybody knew when Aunt Flo came for a visit.

And we had a game. Playing soccer when on your period is never much fun. Anyway, I got a nice surprise.

We got drubbed, by Newburgh. We still hadn't won a damn game. It was getting maddening.

Anyhow, I looked over at the bench shortly after halftime, and I saw a girl sitting there. She was on crutches, a cast on her leg. I looked closer--and realized it was my old friend Tiffany!

After the game, I couldn't wait to talk to her. "What are you doing here? And what happened to your leg?"

She smiled at me, but it was forced. "I'm going to be going here, starting tomorrow."

"You're kidding," I gasped. "How on earth did your Mother allow you to come here?"

Tiff dropped the smile. "She didn't. I'm not living with her anymore. I'm living with my Dad in Southport." She took a deep breath. "I had a guy. In my bedroom. We were just fooling around, we had barely gotten started. Now, I was going to let him fuck me, but we hadn't gotten to that point. We had gotten naked.

"Mom came home unexpectedly. And she caught us. She chased Tommy out of the house. Then she pulled me out of bed by my hair--and threw me down the stairs. That's how I broke my leg. Got a concussion, too. I'm lucky it wasn't worse. I mean I was pushed and went head-over-heels down a full flight of stairs."

"My God, Tiff!" I hissed.

"Not the first time she's hit me, though it was never that bad before. Anyhow, after I landed, she finally came to her senses and called an ambulance. The police came with them, and I told them--my mother threw me down the stairs. I think she expected me to cover for her, or something. Anyhow, they took her in, and called my Dad. He got me at the hospital. We had a hearing yesterday and he got custody--my Mother might go to jail, anyway. She's being charged with felony child abuse and aggravated battery--and they're considering attempted murder. She's out on bail, but I got a restraining order.

"I'd have to change schools anyway, and I wanted to go here in the first place, though Mom wouldn't hear of it. Dad thinks it's a good idea, though. They usually don't accept transfers--but they let me in, because of the circumstances, and because I only missed a month."

"Wow," I said. "Well, I'm glad you're here, though I'm sorry you had to go through all that."

"Yeah."

"I'll tell you what, this team could really use you!"

"Not until next year, unfortunately. The leg won't heal in time. But next year, we'll be rockin' 'em!"

I was still antsy. I still wanted a guy. But I was beginning to think Jordan had the right idea. Grab a shy guy, and, while he was busy being flabbergasted, drag him off to the pods.

I was thinking of doing just that as my period was about to end. But, a couple of days after it ended and I was again able to go full-nude, I still hadn't done anything about it. Because I wasn't sure. It was easier for Jordan--she had some experience. I didn't. I thought my first time should be with an experienced guy, not a Joe Benson. I'd have to think about it some more, but I didn't want to get into a blind-leading-the-blind situation.

But, while I was deciding, I lost the chance--and it didn't look like it was going to come around again any time soon. Because, you see, I became the school pariah.

It had to do with soccer, of course. We were playing Davis-Lycoming. They were historically the conference doormats. And, lo and behold, we found ourselves playing them straight up. A game we actually had a chance to win. In fact, it was 0-0 at halftime, and we were starting to carry a lot of the play.

There was one problem. Jordan grew up in Lycoming, played youth soccer there. In other words, she'd played with some of the girls at Davis-Lycoming High--and they knew how good she was. And they quickly figured out that she was who I wanted to pass to. So, after a short time, any time we moved forward, Jordan found herself triple-teamed. And they were sticking to her like glue.

I still tried to force it into her a couple of times. I even tried to take it in myself once or twice. No go--the ones that weren't guarding Jordan would swarm to me and close right in before I could get a decent shot off.

Which left Jenna.

And I tried. The first pass I gave her, early in the second half, was good but not great. I could cut her some slack for missing that one. It was slightly behind her when it landed at her feet. Yeah, Jordan would've handled it, and gotten something off--especially if she were wide open, as Jenna was. But it wasn't perfect.

The next two were--perfect, I mean. Absolutely. And they were within a few minutes of one another. Both times, I pulled the defense off to one side, towards Jordan and I--including the goalie. Both times, that left Jenna unguarded and with an open net. Both times, I gave her absolutely picture-perfect passes. I mean, they were things of beauty. Right at her feet, an empty net--all she had to do was kick it in.

Both times, she fucked up. The first one, she feebly waved at it with her foot and whiffed. The second one, she didn't even try--just watched it roll harmlessly past her feet.

I was absolutely livid. I could've strangled the bitch.

Those were the last passes she got from me, I can guarantee you that. I tried to force it to Jordan or force it in myself a couple more times. At one point, I even waved Kendra Corrigan forward. Kendra was one of our wingers, an outside midfielder. I brought her forward and we attempted a little give-and-go. It didn't work. At least Kendra tried!

Of course, seeing all these wasted scoring opportunities demoralized our defense. Late in the second half, Davis-Lycoming scored.

Another fucking loss.

I tried to control myself--I really did. I clomped off to the locker room in a snit, but I tried to hold back. I had pulled my uniform shirt off--hey, I spent half the day nude, did I care about walking off the field in a sports bra?--and I had it balled up in my hand. I was squeezing it to try to relieve the tension. I walked into the locker room, determined to keep control.

And I think I would've been successful, if I hadn't walked into the locker room and seen Jenna. She was sitting on the bench in front of the lockers, huddled up with one of her little buddies--giggling! That fuck had just cost us the game, and she dared sit in the locker room laughing?

That's when I lost it.

My shirt was what was in my hand, so that's what I threw. Hard. I missed her head by less than a foot, the shirt went thwap against the lockers. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I screamed. That wiped the smile off her fucking face.

And I wasn't done. "What the hell was that out there? You cost us the game! You're absolutely fucking hopeless! And then you have the audacity to sit here and laugh afterwards?

"You're worse than useless. You fucked this whole team over today. If you can't work, if you can't try, then get the fuck off of my soccer team. You're a disgrace to the uniform."

With that, I tore off the rest of my clothes and stomped into the showers, steam still coming out of my ears.

Rosa came into the showers after a bit, followed closely by Jordan. And then Rosa shocked me. "Don't you think you were a little hard on her?" she asked.

"WHAT?!?" I blurted, incredulous. " Hard on her? Did you see her out there?"

"Well, not really. Don't forget, I'm down the other end."

"Well, then, you don't know," I said.

"Yeah, but, whatever she did--I think you overreacted. I mean, come on, Amber--she's out there at her locker crying!"

Before I had a chance to say anything to that, Jordan did it for me. "Rosa, don't you know crocodile tears when you see them? Come on," she snorted. "Yep, she's crying, all right. She's starting right in on her own little pity party."

Rosa looked at Jordan. "You agree with what Amber did?"

"Hell, yes. I would've slugged her!"

Just then Bree poked her head into the shower area. "Amber? Coach came out of her office at the end of the screaming. Jenna gave her a sob story, so now Coach wants to see you."

I took a deep breath. "Please tell Coach it might be best if we talked tomorrow, after I've calmed down."

Bree nodded, and left. She came back a few minutes later, telling me Coach had agreed to that.

I finished my shower and got the hell out of there.

I thought about it when I got home. Could I have been a little less brutal? Perhaps. But I was so damn pissed at her. I mean, laughing! After you blew the game! I thought I was in the right--but I also strongly suspected I was going to be the one that had to pay for it, and in more ways than one.

I was right. It was the next day that I became a pariah.

Rosa still thought I had gone too far. And she wasn't the half of it.

Tanya railed at me. Now, I know where a lot of that was coming from--Connor, her boyfriend. Connor was, I'd thought, a good guy--but being a football star made him one of the Beautiful People. And, though he wasn't one of Jenna's fuck buddies--he was loyal to Tan--a lot of his friends were. Tan hung around those people, through Connor. I'm sure she'd already heard Jenna's Tale of Woe.

I didn't even try to defend myself. You know what? Fuck 'em. Tan and Rosa even walked right by me as I sat at our usual table at lunch, snubbing me. Fuck 'em all.

Jordan, Bree, Gabi and Tiffany joined me for lunch. At least I had some support on the team.

The rest of the day was a descent into hell. Murmurs, stares, even the odd shouted insult. It was official. Because I had dared to cross The Princess, I was now officially The School Bitch.

So be it. I really didn't care. Of course, any chance I had to get laid any time soon just went right out the window. It didn't even look like Rosa was an option anymore.

After school, I got set to traipse in to the office and see Alice, my coach.

"Sit," she said. "OK, exactly what happened?"

"I tore Jenna's miserable little head off, that's what happened. Verbally, I mean-not physically. Though I was damn tempted."

"Amber, what were you thinking?"

"What was I thinking? Come on, Alice. You saw the game. You saw what she did. And I came back into that locker room and saw her giggling with one of her buddies. She doesn't care, she doesn't work, and she cost us the game."

"There are better ways to handle it."

"Yeah. Yank her out of the fucking starting lineup," I said pointedly. "But you won't do that."

She sighed. "You know how difficult this is, Amber. We barely have a team. I've got all freshmen--half the team barely knows the game. Who would I start in her place?"

"Move Kendra up. She doesn't have Jenna's speed, but she's got ball skills. And, more importantly, she'll work."

"And who goes in Kendra's place?"

"That's easy. Taylor."

She sighed. "I don't know. That might make us weaker at two positions--Kendra's doing well at right midfield. I'll have to think about it. Anyhow, it can't be next game--I need Taylor to play your position. Amber, I have to suspend you for a game. I just can't have these kinds of outbursts."

I'd expected that. "Fine."

"And you need to make an apology, in that locker room, to Jenna."

There, I dug in my heels. "Sorry, coach, that just isn't going to happen."

"It has to."

"Over my dead body."

"Look, Amber, if you don't, I'll have to strip you of your captaincy."

"Fine," I spat.

She was flabbergasted. "You'd give up being a captain instead of giving a little apology?"

"You know what? As much as I love soccer, as much as it means to me--I'd quit the team before I apologized to that little snot."

"You wouldn't!"

I took a breath. "Alice, let me spell it out for you. I hate that sickening little fuck with every fiber of my being. I cannot possibly overstate my complete loathing of Jenna Zambrano. She makes me ill. Apologize to that? I will not lower myself. No matter what it costs me. My self-respect is more important."

Poor Alice's jaw was hitting the floor. "You know what my little pet name for her is? Knick-knack. You know, that's just what she is--a knick-knack. Pretty and all--but basically useless and just takes up space. And, what's worse, the way she's not a knick-knack is being whiny and manipulative. I have no use for Princesses who bat their eyelashess and turn on the water works when the world doesn't bow to their whims. Fuck Jenna. I'll never apologize."

Alice took a minute to absorb that diatribe. Finally, she said, "OK. But you need to find another way to deal with her."

"I'll work on it."

"Consider your captaincy under warning."