Naughty Friend Buys My Silence Ch. 03

November 4, 2020

DISCLAIMER: All characters engaging in sexual conduct are 18 years or older, and legally permitted to engage in such activities, irrespective of pet names used for each other.

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- CHAPTER 3: Intimacy -

- SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19: Afternoon -

Being that our families were so close, I’d gone shopping with Amber a million times over the course of our lives growing up, and yet this time was significantly different than all the rest. Because for the first time ever, it was like we were together as a couple, bound by a thread of fate even stronger than marriage, somehow finding ourselves in some kind of weird limbo between childhood friends and soulmates.

Granted, I was fully aware my twenty-one-year-old friend would laugh in my face and call me a fucking idiot if I ever told her that’s how I felt. No doubt she might encourage me to get a more serious girlfriend, or to start fucking around like she did, just so I wouldn’t get any weird ideas in my head about fucking her being more than what it was -- pure erotic pleasure.

Because for Amber, who usually needed more than just physical stimulation to have an orgasm, I was one of the ultimate taboos, especially with how traditional our families were, and therefore capable of giving her the ultimate orgasms by joining her in consuming one of the most forbidden fruits she could possibly partake in.

Literally, there was almost nothing worse she could do.

No one more ‘off-limits’ than me.

It was the same reason why she had orgasms fucking her college teachers for grades, though I had an edge over those bastards in every way. My cock was bigger, she found me more attractive, and most importantly, it had always felt to her as if I was the one person she should never fuck.

So, of course, she was beyond thrilled to fuck my brains out.

Still, Amber also made it clear that making money by whoring herself out was something that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. And I was willing to put up with it for now, since not only would I be fucking her as much as I wanted, but we’d also be making porn videos together in order to make even more cash.

I was also willing to put up with it because she technically wasn’t my girlfriend, and I should really have no say at all in her sex life. I knew I should just be happy she was fucking me at all, instead of complaining that I wasn’t her only sex partner.

At the grocery store, we stuck together as we shopped, grabbing milk, hot chocolate mix, looking for cheap movies in the bargain bin, and then finally grabbing four boxes of condoms so that she was stocked up for her future clients that she either sucked or fucked.

The protection certainly wasn’t for me, since I’d been a virgin before we fucked earlier that morning, and she wasn’t concerned at all about having my cum fill her pussy. In fact, she loved it.

Then, when we checked out, she bought everything except the milk, so that it looked a little less like we were a couple. Not that some random stranger would care, but the last thing we needed was for someone who knew our families to notice.

And then, I bought only the milk, the two of us heading back outside and making our way to my car. Unsurprisingly, the female cashier didn’t think twice about the condoms, even if it was four boxes of thirty-six each, and honestly didn’t seem like she gave a damn that some random college-age chick was buying more than a normal person could go through in half a year.

After I got behind the steering wheel, I paused to examine Amber’s tight ass while she got in, admiring her cute yet simple outfit. She was wearing normal faded skinny jeans, along with black suede boots with white fluffy trim at the top, and also had on a thick ivory cashmere sweater and a black leather jacket. Her naturally huge 36-DD sized chest was almost too large for the zipper, with her seeming to have gotten in the habit of exhaling when she wanted to close the leather jacket all the way.

Of course, that just made the semi-glossy black material look super tight around her chest, as if she was about to burst through the seams, even while the rest of the fitted sleeves and waist conformed to her body like a glove.

“Ready?” Amber asked with a grin when I didn’t immediately start pulling out.

“Yep,” I said cheerfully. “Anywhere else you want to visit before we head home?”

She thought about that, pursing her hot lip-gloss-covered lips. “You know what would be kind of fun, baby? Visiting an adult store with you.” She then laughed when she saw my flushed face. “Doubt you could handle it right now though, and if we did, it might have to be pretty far away from here.”

I gulped. “Umm, yeah, maybe a different time,” I suggested.

She chuckled some more, her light green eyes amused, the exotic color vibrant against the tasteful dark makeup she was wearing. “Okay, then let’s go home. I did promise you to let you enjoy that slutty Christmas outfit some more, and then we can snuggle on the couch with hot chocolate and watch some movies together.” She paused. “And I might have a few other hot things we can do too, if you’re willing to keep an open mind.”

Shit, I wasn’t sure if I should be excited or anxious.

“Like what?” I said hesitantly, uncertain if I was going to be okay with whatever she was thinking of.

She smirked. “Let’s go home first. Don’t want the neighbors to see your raging monster, and I can’t exactly suck you off in the driveway to take care of it.”

I gulped. Fuck why didn’t I have better tinting on my car?

Oh well.

More than happy with that plan, and kind of looking forward to finding out what she might want to do aside from the basics, I pulled out of the parking lot and began making our way home. The trip was kind of an exciting one, because it felt like the start of something amazing, and at the same time I felt as if the five-hundred dollars in my wallet was going to burn a hole through my jeans.

Because I still couldn’t fully decide if I was sitting on a gold mine of money and lust, or tipping over the edge of a cliff, not realizing what lie far below.

To be clear, the money was definitely not the important thing here, but I had to admit that feeling like money problems wouldn’t matter anymore was a very nice perk. Something to make me a little bit more okay with being a part of Amber’s sex schemes.

At this point, it was fair to say that I was a willing accomplice in at least keeping her dirty little secret.

When we got home, I finally decided to get my stuff up into my room, seeing my space for the first time in the almost half day that I’d been back at the house. Inside was all my usual stuff, seemingly untouched, including my nicely made bed -- thanks to my mom’s obsession with it being neat while I was gone -- along with my entertainment center and desk, the former of which included a small flatscreen TV and a gaming console that I decided not to bring to school.

I was definitely glad for that decision now, considering I never would have had time to use it. Plus, it would have been a huge distraction when I needed to be focused. Even now, I wasn’t entirely sure if I’d be able to get back on and play a game, certainly not with me and Amber alone in the house.

I’d much rather do almost anything with her, rather than do something on my own.

Just as I was getting ready to leave my room to ask Amber what she might like for lunch, figuring I could get started on it while I waited, she appeared in my doorway, wearing the same clothing as before.

“Hey baby, after I change, where do you want me?”

My eyes widened at how casual she said that, coupled with how hot her attitude was about me playing with her like she was a free-use sex doll. Fuck, I still couldn’t believe this was happening.

Taking a second to actually think about it, trying to figure out what kind of stuff I might start off with first, she laughed at me, an amused grin on her face.

“Wow, baby. It’s not that tough of a decision. Wanna start downstairs on the couch again, and go from there? I’ll put blankets down this time, so we don’t get your cum all over the furniture. Those will at least be easy to wash.”

I nodded. “Yeah, actually that sounds good,” I agreed.

“Cool,” she said with a smirk. “I’ll probably be a little bit though, so maybe would you want to get started on lunch? I’m kind of in the mood for something cheesy.”

“I was just about to ask you that,” I replied with a warm smile. “Want something simple like grilled cheese? Or something else? I’ll make whatever you want.”

She chuckled. “Wow, I never knew I’d love having you be so eager to please me. We have tortillas in the pantry, if you don’t mind frying up some cheese quesadillas.”

“Sure. And I’ll use some taco seasoning, if we have it. Want hot sauce on yours?”

She frowned. “I think we actually have some kind of specialty taco sauce too. But if you can’t find it, then hot sauce works.”

“Sounds good.” I paused. “And mind if I ask a question?”

“Go for it,” she agreed.

“I’m fine with waiting,” I quickly said, just to make sure that was clear. “But just wondering, what takes so long?”

“Me getting ready?” she said, only to frown. “Sure you want to know?”

“Of course.”

She sighed, leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms over her huge tits, currently covered in her ivory cashmere sweater. She looked better than models in a fashion magazine. “I fuck a lot, baby, and even though I make the guys use condoms, I don’t like feeling like I’m not clean. So, I have a pretty elaborate hygiene routine, including a reusable douche that I use to wash out my cunt and ass.”

My eyes widened slightly. “Oh…so then, does that mean you do butt stuff too?”

She frowned at that. “No, not usually. But it’s still a part of my hygiene routine, since I make porn videos too and want to make sure all the basics are covered.” She took a deep breath. “Besides, some of your cum is still in my pussy, and I doubt you want to taste that in the event you decide to eat me out. I would have douched before we left, if I’d realized how much was still in there, but instead I had to spend this whole trip with my panties wet from your sticky semen.”

Holy fuck!

I didn’t know what to say, because while I knew she still had some of my cum in her, suddenly all I could think about was all the activities we’d just done, including her arguing with her ex-boyfriend, all while her panties were wet with my cum. I mean, I knew she’d already said as much previously, but if her panties were actually soaked then no wonder! Shit, she truly would have said no even if she wanted to, since there would definitely be no way to hide the evidence, even before he got his cock in her.

At the very least, she’d probably be much wetter than he was used to, considering she was stuffed full of some other dude’s thick slimy semen.

Fuck!

“Yeah, that makes sense,” I agreed simply, trying to keep my cool. “Thank you for explaining. But then, can I ask if you ever have done butt stuff? And why you usually don’t?”

She sighed, only to give me a small smile. “You want your cock up my ass, baby?”

My face got hot. “Umm, well, maybe. But that wasn’t why I was asking. I’m just curious.”

She nodded, still smiling. “Well, I should clarify that when I say ‘not usually’ I mean like maybe once every month. Maybe once every two months.”

My eyes widened. “Oh.”

The fuck? Once a month was infrequent to her? Shit, how much did she fuck in a month for that to be considered unusual?

“So anyway,” she continued. “While I do sort of offer ass fucks, I don’t advertise it to clients, and I’m very particular about who I allow to do it. Also, I charge an extra two-hundred dollar premium for it, just to make sure that only the guys who desperately want that are the ones getting it.”

“Okay…” I began hesitantly. “Is there a reason why? Does it hurt or something? Just trying to understand.”

She shook her head. “No, it doesn’t hurt at all. At least, not if the people involved know what they are doing. When doing anal, it’s really important to be patient and to take it slow.” She sighed. “But basically, the reason is because anal sex pretty much requires for me to be fucked from behind.” Her expression abruptly darkened. “And I don’t let most guys fuck me from behind. Ever. Aside from those rare cases.”

I stared at her in shock, again having zero idea for the abrupt change in her demeanor or what her reasoning might be. Wanting to keep the conversation moving, I probed for more. “Okay, so then what sex positions do you do? And what’s the reasoning for not doing certain ones?”

She frowned, almost seeming to debate if she wanted to ask, ‘Do you really want to know?’ again, only to realize what my answer would be.

She sighed. “When fucking, I only do one basic type of position. They’re on bottom, I’m on top facing them. So for example, I might have them sit on a couch, or in a chair, and then I sit on their lap. That way, they get my tits in their face, and I get to stay in control.” She then took a deep breath, her arms still crossed. “When I first started doing this, I quickly discovered how fast guys can get out of control and aggressive if I let them be in a more dominant position. Nothing bad ever happened,” she clarified. “But I’m not there to let them fuck me like a cheap whore who they can just treat however they want. I demand a certain level of respect, and the only way I can get that from some guys is by controlling the position. When I’m on top, and can more easily get up if I want to, they are more receptive to listening to my instructions.”

“Huh, I honestly never would have thought of that,” I admitted. “Of course, I’m a virgin and all, so no surprise there.”

“Excuse me?” Amber said in mock annoyance. “Were a virgin. I worked hard to steal that virginity, baby, so don’t go trying to claim you still have it.” She abruptly held out her fist as if she was holding onto something tightly. “Because it’s mine and you can’t get it back.”

I laughed. “Don’t want it back, so please keep it.”

She grinned, crossing her arms again. “Will do, baby. Any other questions before I start getting ready?”

“Umm, so just to make sure I understand. You don’t do anal with most guys because they might stop listening to you, and get out of control, since they’re in a more dominating position. And then, I’m assuming that the guys you do it with are really into it, and they also follow strict rules or something, right?”

“Pretty much,” she agreed with a nod. “And you realize what that means, right?” she added, her tone more warm.

My brow furrowed, before I shook my head.

Her emerald gaze suddenly became affectionate. “I let you take control, baby. When I was on the phone, I did reverse cowgirl, and mostly let you fuck me how you wanted. I don’t do reverse cowgirl with hardly anyone, since it falls under the ‘fucking from behind’ category, even if I’m on top.”

My eyes were wide. “Wow,” I said sincerely, grasping the significance. “Thank you. Really. Thanks, Amber. I’m glad I asked now, because you gave me something special and I wouldn’t have realized, if you hadn’t explained.”

She continued to smile warmly. “I’ve given you something very special, baby. Because I know you, and know I can trust you. And if you keep ‘just being you,’ then there will be nothing off limits to you at all.”

I gulped at that, prompting a cute giggle.

“Okay,” she said with a louder laugh, standing up straight again. “Let me get ready. We can talk more later.”

“Can I see it?” I unexpectedly blurted out.

She hesitated just as she was turning, looking at me in confusion. “See what?” she wondered.

My face was burning up now. I wasn’t sure if I could manage to get it out, since I was suddenly so embarrassed by what I wanted. “Umm, well…” I tried to clear my throat, only to point weakly toward her jeans.

She looked down for a second, before her light green eyes widened. “My panties?” she wondered.

I nodded, feeling like my face was going to explode now. “Umm, yeah.”

She laughed. “You want to see the mess you made?” she asked with a chuckle. “Oh fuck, that’s kind of adorable, baby.” Her expression became affectionate again. “Sure, I’ll show you. Let’s go to the bathroom so you can watch me strip.”

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, my cock already straining against my jeans, as I followed her out of my bedroom and to the bathroom we shared. The first thing she did was lift up a foot onto the toilet, taking a look herself to see if she had soaked through…

Sure enough, there was a small wet spot in her crotch, right through her jeans.

This whole time she’d been walking around with a visible wet spot between her thighs, something that might have been seen if she’d sat down on a couch or chair earlier.

She then grinned up at me, almost looking proud, unbuttoning her pants and beginning to wiggle her tight ass out of them, revealing what she had on underneath.

Amber was wearing pink silk panties, with black trim and a cute ornamental black bow at the top in the front.

Holy fuck, it was hot.

Keeping my eyes on the prize, I watched as she slowly lowered her silk undies, being intentional about her pace, seeming to watch my expression as she revealed her closely shaven pubic hair. Even though she was naturally blonde, her hair was light brown down there, looking as hot as fuck with how she had it trimmed. Especially since her actual pussy was completely bare, the patch almost like an ornamental reminder of her womanhood.

And then she finally got her panties low enough to begin separating the crotch area from her juicy folds, long thin streams of semi-transparent cum remaining attached as she moved them even lower. Of course, I knew her own cum was mixed in with mine, knowing that was probably why it was so clear looking. Granted, I’d read that girl cum could be whipped up into a cream too, from fucking, so hard to say.

When she got them down to the middle of her thighs, she finally took a look herself, again seeming proud of what she saw.

“Come closer,” she whispered, looking back up at me with an affectionate gaze.

When I did, she reached out for my hand, and began giving me a gentle tug on the wrist.

“Here,” she continued, turning my palm more toward her and resting my fingertips against her pubic hair. She then kept one hand on my wrist while gently pulling on my shoulder, urging me even closer. “I want you to stick your fingers in me, and feel my G-spot,” she whispered, her arm beginning to wrap around my shoulders as she eliminated the space between us.

I gulped, unable to look away from her passionate light green eyes, our lips suddenly so close as she tenderly eased my fingers downward, even as her lips softly touched mine.

I carefully began inserting my middle finger as we kissed, easing in my index finger too, slowly pushing deeper as her warm tongue slipped into my mouth. Then, once my arousal finally overtook me, I began wrapping my own arm around her waist, pulling her tighter against me as I felt around for something I’d only previously read about.

What I felt was sort of what I was expecting, and sort of wasn’t.

It was kind of bumpy like I suspected it would be, but I almost felt as if ‘wrinkly’ was a better way to describe it. Almost sort of like pruney fingers from being in the bath too long, or maybe even just like an actual prune inside of her.

Granted, it was more firm than a prune would be, and there was nothing gross about feeling it. In fact, it made me horny as hell when I realized I was on the right spot, and the moment I began pressing firmly against it, Amber gasped against my lips, only to moan uncontrollably into my mouth.

My hand was becoming noticeably more wet, but I didn’t care at all, having no concern for whether it was my stuff or hers covering my skin. All that mattered was making her feel this pleasure.

Amber continued to kiss me tenderly, moaning and whimpering as I rubbed her G-spot, seeming to grow more passionate with every passing second. However, just when I wondered if she’d let me get my cock in her, she abruptly began putting downward pressure on my wrist.

Without hesitation, I stopped what I was doing, allowing her to be in complete control as she pulled my fingers out of her slimy pussy, even as she continued to rub her lips against mine.

“Did it stop feeling good?” I wondered when she loosened up her grip on my shoulder too, putting a few inches between our lips.

She shook her head, looking surprisingly content and satisfied. “No, baby. You were perfect.”

“But you looked like you might get there,” I commented.

She gave me a warm smile. “Maybe. But baby, sex isn’t only about the orgasm. We shared a really sweet and intimate moment together just now, and cumming would almost feel like it might ruin it a little. Besides, we have all day to cum.” She leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “So why don’t you wash your hands, and go get lunch ready? I’ll be down in a little while, fully prepared to make you horny as fuck while we eat.”

I cleared my throat. “Well, I’m already really horny,” I replied. “But I guess I can’t argue with that plan.”

“Good,” she said warmly. “Now wash your hands.”

I did as she asked, turning toward the sink, only for her to abruptly slap me in the ass, hard.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed in surprise, giving her a look of shock.

“What?” She shrugged nonchalantly, her tone sounding normal now. “That was payback for earlier. Besides, you have a nice ass. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about smacking it before.”

“Same here,” I agreed sincerely, keeping her in the corner of my eye as I washed my hands. “Kind of looking forward to spanking you on my lap too.”

She chuckled, raising her hand again, a playful glint in her light green eyes. I quickly twisted my hips in response, seeming to make her even more amused.

Once I managed to get out of the bathroom, barely avoiding another swat to the ass, I did my best to ignore the raging hardon I had pressing against my jeans, trying to focus on making Amber lunch. Thankfully, while my erection never fully went away, it did at least soften enough to not hurt as I fried up the quesadillas, using butter to fry them like grilled cheese, as well as stuffing them with shredded cheddar, sprinkled with basil, and then adding a bit of taco seasoning and a mild taco sauce.

From growing up around Amber, I knew that she’d stopped eating three full meals a day when she was a teenager, instead doing two meals and favoring a light snack if she felt hungry in between. Granted, it did also depend on how much exercising she was doing during the week. Thus, I wasn’t going to be surprised if a cup of hot chocolate ended up being her dinner this evening, or possibly the hot chocolate and a cup of coffee too, if she ate only half her quesadilla now.

At the very least, it was no surprise that she was so thin, with virtually all the fat she did have on her body being in her huge 36-DD size tits and her small but plump ass. I also suspected she still worked out regularly, since my parents had a mini-gym at home, including weights and a treadmill.

It made me wonder what we might do if we moved into an apartment, wondering if we could find a place that had a small gym for residents, so that we didn’t have to drive to a fitness center whenever we wanted to work out.

However, as my mind wandered, I then began second-guessing the apartment itself, starting to think that it might be better to rent an actual house, especially considering Amber was so loud when she orgasmed for real.

Not to mention the fake orgasms.

Like, if she brought a guy over to our place to fuck, instead of going to wherever he was living, then having neighbors above or below us would be problematic. I suspected Amber had already thought of that, though I figured I’d ask her later just to get her opinion on the subject.

Unsurprisingly, I was finished making lunch before Amber came down, though I was much more patient this time.

When I heard her making her way down the hall upstairs, I finally stood up and walked a few steps into the living room, almost forgetting that she’d implied she wanted to eat first. My cock twitched when her legs came in sight, covered in shiny red vinyl like before, her pants again sounding like sticky plastic being pulled apart repeatedly. She was wearing the exact same thing as earlier, including the Santa hat, though she had two folded blankets in her arms -- both of them extremely fluffy and soft. She also had her phone sticking out of the red shiny top, resting just below her collar bones.

She gave me a small smirk as she reached the bottom and stepped into the living room to turn toward the couch, pulling out her phone first and setting it on the armrest. I felt like I was mesmerized as I watched her lay out the blankets, the vinyl material stretched tight against her thighs and ass. And fuck, the silver zipper that went right up to just above the middle of her butt was as hot as fuck.

It screamed easy access, and I wanted to take advantage of it.

Slowly moving closer, I inched my way right up to her until I was standing barely a few inches behind. She ignored me for a few seconds as she finished readjusting the blankets, allowing some to cover the carpet directly in front of the couch, only to finally stand up straight and glance at me over her shoulder from the corner of her eye.

Her cheeks were flushed, and there was something arousing about the fact that we were so close and not touching. Neither of us said anything for half a minute, just breathing softly as the tension escalated, until finally I reached out with my fingertips and carefully parted the blonde hair covering the back of her shoulders.

Once her slim neck was visible, I leaned forward and gently rested my lips against her skin.

She shivered from the touch, crossing her arms over her chest to hug herself as she leaned into me slightly, my hands now on her shoulders supporting some of her weight. Planting a few more kisses, taking my time, I then pulled away just enough to whisper to her.

“How hungry are you?” I wondered.

Her tone was thick with lust. “Not very. What about you, baby?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of hungry,” I replied quietly, kissing her gently on the neck again. “But not for what I made.”

“Well, I might be able to help feed you what you want,” she whispered. “As long as you’re in the mood for some pussy.” She moaned softly then. “Do you want some pussy, baby? Do you want to eat me out?”

I didn’t respond verbally, instead reaching around her waist and feeling for the zipper in the front. She didn’t budge as I gently pulled it down, still having her arms wrapped around herself, with me going as far as I could before feeling her ass as I carefully reached between her thighs to pull it the rest of the way through.

Once it was fully open, I reached my hand back between her legs to feel her warmth, a little surprised when she was completely dry down there. But I supposed that just meant she really did clean up thoroughly, including drying herself well.

“Amber,” I whispered. “Will you let me eat you out? I’m really hungry for some of your pussy.”

She nodded just barely, taking a shallow breath, her cheeks still flushed, as she slowly began turning away from me and easing herself down on the couch. I quickly got down on my knees while she scooted her butt further to the edge, seeming to get more comfortable as she slowly spread her thighs.

Fuck, her pussy was beautiful.

The swollen lips looked juicy and kissable, her posture such that I got a great view of her ass too, all of it framed by shiny red vinyl. Wanting to get even closer, I sat down so that my hip was right up against the couch, carefully pulling one of her legs onto my shoulder, slipping my other arm underneath her leg so I could support myself against a cushion, and began incrementally lowering my head.

Again, the moment my lips touched hers, I couldn’t help but sigh in relief, almost as if I’d been in physical pain. I was still horny as fuck, my cock beginning to leak precum through my jeans, and yet there was something almost cathartic about having my mouth against her hot cunt.

In response to my sigh, Amber shivered, both hands reaching out to run her fingers through my hair, gently inviting me even closer. I kissed her with more pressure then, really squishing my mouth against her swollen folds, finally tasting a hint of wetness beginning to slip out.

Her sex was perfect.

I had nothing to compare it to, but I loved everything about it. There was zero odor or anything unpleasant, and her fluid was a bit salty like sweat, with just a hint of sweetness to it. And I absolutely loved it. Especially so, because it was her.

It was all her.

Feeling more desperate to eat her out, I stuck out my tongue and gave her a long upward lick, prompting her to moan when I hit her clit, her thighs tensing just slightly inward, the red vinyl pressing against my cheeks and releasing. I then ran my tongue up her folds again, not as high this time, before gently sucking her juicy lips into my mouth.

She gasped, sitting up just slightly even as she pulled my face down with both hands. I continued to suck for almost a full minute before I decided to move higher, aiming for her clit this time. Amber sucked in another sharp breath as her legs trembled, seeming to be indecisive between reclining back in a relaxed position and leaning forward slightly in a tense one.

Finally looking up at her as I gently sucked, I unexpectedly realized that her light green eyes were focused directly on me, her gaze passionate as she watched me eat her out. When we made eye contact, she nodded just slightly in encouragement and approval, her cheeks flushed red, her full juicy lips parted slightly as she sucked in shallow breaths.

“Baby,” she whispered, her tone thick as she held my gaze. “Keep eating me out like this, and I might end up falling in love with you.”

I tried not to react, since I had no reason to believe she was lying just to be sexy -- in a moment of openness and vulnerability, she was sharing herself with me. Which was a dangerous thing with Amber, since she might quickly backtrack in order to avoid feeling that vulnerability. Thus, instead, I held her gaze for a few more seconds, before closing my eyes to resume my focus on slowly eating her out.

And wow, did I take it slow.

Honestly, I was almost impressed with myself, taking her earlier comment to heart -- that sex didn’t have to be all about the orgasm. Because I knew Amber probably wouldn’t be able to cum just from this, based on her previous disclosure about her G-spot needing to be stimulated, but I also wasn’t about to jam my fingers in her pussy either.

At least, not yet.

Because I just wanted to enjoy this for what it was.

I was passionately making out with Amber’s lips, just not the usual one’s people thought of when kissing. So I continued to kiss, lick, and suck on her pussy, taking my time without concern for how long we’d been doing it, enjoying her little moans and whimpers, as well as the sensation of her thigh on my shoulder, along with my free hand gently rubbing the vinyl on her thigh covering her warm skin.

And she also seemed in no hurry for me to stop anytime soon, continuing to affectionately run her fingers through my hair, gently stroking my temple and reaching down to cup my cheek, caressing my face in little ways as I serviced her tirelessly.

It wasn’t until she got a phone call, that we both snapped out of our passionate ecstasy.

And I suspected that she might have actually ignored it, if it wasn’t for the fact that we both immediately recognized the unique ringtone. Specifically, the one she’d set for her boyfriend.

“Fuck,” she hissed, taking a deep breath. “You okay if I get that? You can listen to me chew his ass out for calling me again.”

I looked up at her for barely a second as I considered that, recalling how horny she got earlier when she was breaking up with him while we fucked. As well as how horny it made me, feeling like she was using my cock to cheat on him.

Suddenly realizing that I felt more secure in my bond with Amber, I knew what I wanted to do.

She could answer it if she wanted, but I wasn’t going to stop playing around with her pussy just because she was a little preoccupied.

Reaching my free hand between her thighs, prompting her vinyl-clad leg to slide off my shoulder, I carefully touched her swollen lips with my fingertips, planning on inserting them. “I don’t mind,” I replied, my face feeling hot as I met her gaze. “But I’m going to keep playing with you either way.”

Her light green eyes widened slightly at that as she visibly gulped, before she nodded.

Carefully slipping my fingers into her wet folds, I bent down to resume sucking on her clit as she leaned over to grab her phone, with her taking a deep breath before answering it.

“H-Hey,” she began, carefully lifting the leg that had been on my shoulder so that her heel was on the couch, her knee up in the air, thus giving me more room to play. At the same time, she returned her fingertips to my hair, gently stroking the top of my head. “How’s it going?” she asked more casually, only for her tone to become firm, as if she’d forgotten that she should be irritated. “Why the hell are you calling me?” she added.

“Umm, hey Amber,” his muffled voice said somberly. “I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I mean, the offer you made was hot as hell, and I guess I kind of just got carried away with the idea. And now that I’ve really been thinking about it, I feel horrible for being such an idiot. I was a little frustrated about the breakup, but that doesn’t mean I need to act like an ass.”

Amber bit her juicy bottom lip as she stared at me, her mind only seeming partially on the conversation. “Umm, nah, you’re right. Sucking you off for money would have been kind of hot.” She paused then, seeming hesitant about what she was going to say, almost as if she was second-guessing herself, before her confidence returned. “And honestly, I was kind of thinking about it, and while I really don’t have time for a boyfriend, maybe we could do that kind of thing every once in a while. If you pay me,” she clarified firmly, her gaze focused on the wall behind me now.

“Shit, are you serious?” he said in disbelief.

“Of course I’m fucking serious,” she replied, fully in the conversation now. “Did you hear sarcasm in my tone? Yeah, I was a little hesitant before, but I kind of like the idea.”

“Yeah, but…fuck,” he hissed, only to pause. “Okay, that’s actually really hot. But what if I start dating someone else?”

She scoffed. “Well, then just don’t tell her, dumbass.”

“Yeah, but are you going to get jealous?”

Despite my previous decision, hearing her talk about fucking her boyfriend again made me realize she wasn’t actually close to truly falling in love with me like she claimed -- at least, not enough to potentially give her slutty lifestyle up. But was it even right for me to want her to myself? And even if she did truly fall in love with me, would that be something she’d willingly do? Give it up for me?

I didn’t know, but this moment her attention was no longer on what I was doing to her, and I needed to change that. Suddenly, it almost felt like I was in a competition for her attention.

Thus, I began putting more effort into rubbing her G-spot inside her folds, while sucking strongly on her clit to see if the extra force would be a positive thing.

Amber was just about to respond but instantly turned her head away, whimpering as she gripped my hair firmly in her grasp, tugging me forward. Closer.

It took her ex-boyfriend repeating himself for her to respond.

“Umm, I mean…” She seemed to try to remember what they were talking about. “Hell no, I won’t be jealous. Not if we aren’t dating.”

“But you had to think about it,” he retorted, as if that was what he wanted.

She scoffed again. “Dude, Ryan fucking popped his head in my room to ask me a question. The world doesn’t revolve around you, shithead.”

“Damn, Amber, how are you so hot when you’re pissy?”

“Yeah, well, if you want any of this--” She gasped, tugging my head more and grinding herself into my face. “You’ll have to pay for it, from now on. Don’t think I’ll do it for free.” She bit her lip again, moaning slightly. “If you want any of this pussy, it’s going to cost you,” she managed, only to quickly continue when she focused on me again. “And only once a month at most,” she said seriously. “Too much and we might as well be dating again, which I really don’t have time for.”

Shit, never in my life had I so strongly wished I was an expert at sex, as I did right now. Because I couldn’t tell if I was still doing it good enough, or if Amber was just great at distracting herself in the middle of being pleasured.

“Shit,” her ex-boyfriend hissed. “Okay, well how much then?”

“Umm,” she gasped, grinding into me again. “Well, umm, three hundred probably would have been a little much for a blowjob, so how about two-fifty for me to suck on your cock, and double that if you want to fuck.”

“Shit, that’s a lot of money,” he commented.

“N-Not if you’re only paying me once a month,” she gasped, thrusting her head back in pleasure, arching her back slightly as she pushed her huge chest outward. She then took a sharp breath, her voice sounding strained now. “But hey, up to you. I don’t have time to be dating right now, so I’m good either way.”

“Making enough on your porn videos?” he assumed.

She scoffed, serious again. “Don’t sound so bitter. You knew what the agreement was from the beginning. I pay you a flat rate per video, whether it does well or not, and I keep any of the extra-Aah!” She turned her head away again.

“Yeah, I’m not complaining,” her ex-boyfriend replied. “Just wondering if that’s why you decided to stop.”

She scoffed again. “No, I told you the main reason. Ryan’s parents want me out of the house, no way in h-h-hell will my parents approve of me staying with a guy I’m dating, and I’m not going to be making fucking p-porn videos while my nineteen-year-old friend is living with me. Fuck!” Her hips jerked like she was about to cum, shoving against my face.

But I just moved with it, continuing to rub my fingertips over her G-spot roughly, sucking like my life depended on it, since it was obvious that harder was better for her.

“Jeez okay,” he exclaimed, seeming to think she was yelling at him. He then paused. “Hey, are you okay? You sound out of breath.”

“Yeah, I kind of am out of breath,” she admitted. “You’re stressing me out, and it’s got me pacing around like a maniac. You know how I am when I get stressed. Might as well be running a marathon right now.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess you’re right.” He sighed. “Well, I’d be willing to give you five-hundred now, if you want to come over to fuck.”

Amber instantly froze solid, not budging an inch. “Right now?” she said in disbelief, staring at me with wide eyes, almost seeming like she didn’t know what to do. Like, he’d thrown a situation at her she wasn’t prepared to handle.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. I know you just left a few hours ago, but it’s not like my dorm is super far away from your place. Or I can come over there.”

I started putting more effort into pleasuring her again.

“Did you forget Ryan is here?” she hissed, trying not to gasp as her legs tensed and strained.

“Oh right. Well, do you want the five-hundred or not? Because I want to fuck that hot pussy of yours.”

I could tell she wasn’t sure how to respond, possibly not thinking straight from being high on the ecstasy I was giving her. “Umm, let me think about it, okay? I’ll give you a call back in a little bit.”

“Okay sure,” he said cheerfully, sounding hopeful. “Talk to you later then.”

“Later!” she gasped, ending the call and tossing the phone, grabbing my head with both hands.

“Oh fuck, baby. I’m so close! If you make me cum like this, you’ll be the first guy ever!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and suddenly wanted to do anything necessary to make her cum as hard as she ever had in her entire life. Because she’d just told me I could be a first for her, and I wanted that desperately -- to do what no other guy had done before.

Of course, the problem was, I wasn’t sure if I could really manage what I was doing much longer. I’d already spent who knows how long doing this, and was sincerely tiring out now. Which meant I needed to add something to the mix. Anything to push her over the edge.

I continued rubbing my finger roughly against her G-spot as I stopped sucking long enough to speak.

“Are you going to go and fuck him for money?” I wondered, trying to sound hopeful.

It was clear she was confused by my tone. “Do you want me to?” she gasped, a weird erotic look to her eyes at my dirty talk.

Honestly, I definitely did not, but I also wanted her to cum really hard, and I knew what to say to do it.

“Yeah, go do it, baby. Go fuck his brains out, like the dirty little slut you are.” I immediately went back to sucking on her clit as hard as I could.

“Oh fuck,” she exclaimed, her fingers grasping fistfuls of my hair. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!”

She screamed, abruptly cumming all over my hand, my chin suddenly wet with her juice.

Her entire body was trembling and shaking, seeming to become rigid as hell while she curled into me, her tits suddenly on the top of my hair as she held my head tightly in her grasp, the motion pushing my face away from her pussy and into her belly.

I kept rubbing her G-spot though, not planning on stopping until she told me to.

She then sucked in a ragged breath after holding it for a long few seconds, her hand abruptly reaching down for my wrist.

I stopped immediately, not budging an inch, my entire head buried against her stomach and underneath her tits, my fingers still in her pulsing snatch, but otherwise motionless.

Finally deciding to ease them out, she twitched repeatedly until they were free, her breathing heavy now as if she’d truly run a marathon. Then, I reached up around her leg to wipe my hand on the blanket, only to slip both arms above her thighs and wrap them around her waist. She sat up just a little bit as I hugged her, being able to better wrap her arms around my head and pull my cheek firmly against her toned belly.

We were both quiet for several minutes, the only sound being our combined breathing.

Once she seemed to collect herself some, she sucked in a deep breath. Her tone was endearing, but also a little questioning. “You don’t really want me to go fuck right now, do you?” she wondered.

I shook my head just incrementally. “No, not really. I want to spend the day with you. Just figured the dirty talk might help.”

“Okay, that’s what I figured,” she replied, only to sigh. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wonderful. And yeah, I’ll call him back and tell him it will have to wait for a month. Or maybe just message him.”

“Cool,” I replied, hoping I’d really just scored some major points with her, and also thankful I had a month to go before I had to deal with her fucking him again. Maybe I could get her to fall for me by then, though I knew I should keep my expectations more realistic. “So now what?” I wondered.

She took a deep breath, and slowly let go, leaning back carefully like she was afraid she might hurt herself if she did it too fast. In response, I leaned forward with her motion, my shirt now pressed against her soaked womanhood, my upper arms on her hips. She reached out and cupped my cheek as she held my gaze, her light green eyes affectionate, endearing, and passionate all at once. “Mind if I get into something more comfortable?” she asked quietly.

I frowned.

She gave me a sympathetic look. “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll be sexy. Figured I’d wear what I had on this morning. If you want.”

I considered that for a second, sincerely wanting to see her in that dainty silk lingerie again, her tits so easily accessed, but also recalling that she’d worn it for a purpose. “You had that on all night, I’m assuming?” I commented.

“Is that okay?” she wondered hesitantly.

I nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine. But there’s no cum on it or anything, right?”

She gave me a small reassuring smile. “I don’t think so. He wore a condom when we fucked, but I didn’t make him wear one all night. Could have gotten hard and leaked on me. Want me to check?”

Thinking back to earlier that morning, I realized I hadn’t noticed anything significant, and I also didn’t want to miss out just because of a tiny insignificant smudge. “No, that’s fine. I’m not too worried about it.”

“Okay,” she said warmly, leaning forward to rest her lips on mine. Her cheeks were flushed as she pulled away again. “I love you, baby. You did something very special for me just now, and I’ll never forget it. Now, let me up, so I can go change into something else sexy for you.”

I nodded, leaning back so she could rise to her feet. Then, after she carefully zipped up the crotch to her red PVC pants most of the way, and began heading for the stairs on shaky legs, I climbed onto the couch and sat back to wait.

Part of me wanted to ask her if I was a bit closer to her truly falling in love with me, but I knew Amber too well. Even though she was the one who brought it up, if I probed about it, she’d end up slamming on the brakes instantly, trying to back the situation up and reframing what we truly were to each other.

Which meant my only option was to not mention it for now, and just wait to see if maybe our time together would tip her over that edge into truly falling for me. Granted, if she did fall for me, I had no idea what that would look like -- had no idea if it would really even change anything.

But I knew now that I sincerely wanted her heart in that way -- the one way that it seemed she’d never given to anyone else before. And I suspected to gain her love like that, I’d have to continue being open-minded and accepting of her decisions, until the day came when she decided that I was more important than everything else in her life.

Hopefully.

When Amber came downstairs much faster than I was expecting, an object behind her back, I grinned at the sight of her wearing only that electric blue silk nightie, the material just as shiny as the vinyl, except in a slightly different way. Fuck, her tits looked like they could easily fall out if she just moved them the wrong way, her nipples visibly poking through the smooth shiny fabric.

She returned the grin, letting the object she was holding slide to her side, revealing she had her thin laptop in her hand. “You like what you see, baby?”

I ignored the computer and nodded, shifting my gaze when she lifted the black lacey trim up a little bit with her free hand, revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties like before.

“Good,” she mused, lowering her nightie again. “Then, after we eat, do you think you’d be interested in watching some porn together?” she offered, gesturing slightly with her computer. “I can play it on the TV, so we can watch on the big screen while we cuddle.”

I gulped, only to laugh nervously. “I mean, do you even have to ask?”

She gave me a small smile, seeming a little uncertain now. “Well, don’t get too excited. I also need you to learn about making porn videos, so I figured we could start with some of the ones I’ve made. You’ll learn faster that way, and we’ll have less problems, if you can see what I’ll expect of you.”

My expression dropped. “Porn you made,” I repeated in disbelief. “With your boyfriend,” I added.

Her expression was sympathetic. “Ex-boyfriend,” she corrected me. “But yes. You’ll need to watch some of them eventually, and the sooner the better. We can then focus on other people’s videos too, and maybe you can do some of your own comparing and contrasting. Maybe even have some ideas of your own too, for when we make these together,” she added with a sexy wink.

I gulped, realizing she was completely serious right now.

And clearly planning on rewarding me if I complied with her request.

Fuck.

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