Author: IM Libertine Title: Amber: My Friend, My Sitter, My Lover - A not so innocent tale of growing up. Part: Chapter 3 Summary: Amber and Monica have a drink. Monica's first kiss leads to her first orgasm. Keywords: Ff(13) kissing, no sex ©2014 IM Libertine All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email to the author, subject "Attention: Permissions Coordinator," at the address below. Libertine SPB im_libertine@hushmail.com This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Chapter 3 First Lover "Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. 'Yes' is the answer." ―Swami X At about three that afternoon I was sitting on the living room floor, my back propped against the front of the couch, watching TV. The Princess Bride was playing on one of the movie channels and I was half watching it and half dozing off when I heard from the kitchen the sound of the refrigerator door. A few moments later, Amber walked into the room. She was carrying two bottles of beer. "What are you doing," I asked, half grinning at the bottles in her hands. "Having a drink," Amber said as she settled in next to me. She handed me one of the bottles. "My dad," I started, but was cut off by a wave of Amber's hand. "Won't miss two bottles of beer." She finished for me, then took a long drink from her bottle and let out a low belch that caused me to laugh. "But still," I said, trying to be the responsible one, "I'm not even close to being legal." Amber retorted, "No one's going to know that you drank beer, not unless you tell them you did." I had to admit that she had a point as I raised the bottle to my nose and sniffed. "Um... it works better if you actually, you know, drink it," Amber said. I sighed, put the bottle to my lips, and took the smallest of sips. I resisted the urge to spit it out and did my best to swallow it down. Amber laughed. "That bad, huh?" "Ugh, how do you drink this stuff?" I asked while giving the bottle in my hand a look of distaste. "Quickly," she said simply, following her reply with another long drink from her own bottle. I decided to follow suit, not so much out of a feeling that I had to than out wanting to be rid of the stuff as quickly as possible. I had to suppress my gag reflex almost at once at the taste of it, but after the first gulp off beer down my throat the flavor mercifully dulled. I finished about a third of the bottle. The effect was quick, my head spun slightly and my belly felt strange, as if I had swallowed a mouthful of butterflies. "No more," I said quietly, handing the bottle to Amber. "Alright, alright." she said. She finished off her own beer, then quickly chugged the remains of mine. I was beginning to feel light headed and so leaned my head back to rest against the couch. Mistake. The room did a three-sixty and I let out a low moan. "Hey, you alright," Amber asked softly. "No," I replied. "Not alright. I'm gonna be sick." Amber placed an arm around my shoulders and pulled me against her side. "Nah, you'll be fine." she said. "You're just not used to feeling tipsy." I closed my eyes and tried to focus on anything other than the spinning. "I'm really gonna be sick," I muttered. "Here, lie down for a little bit," Amber said. I followed her advice, laying my head in her lap, my back against the floor. Amber gently rubbed my stomach as I tried to relax. After a few minutes, the spinning lessened. I still felt a little strange, but at least I didn't feel like I was going to lose my lunch. Amber's hand still stroked my stomach, occasionally going a bit lower to pass over the top of my shorts. I was completely relaxed, almost dozing off, when I felt the tips of her fingers slip under the front of my shorts and pause there. "What are you doing," I asked softly, eyes still closed. "Thinking," Amber said, and returning to rubbing my belly. I could still feel the lingering warmth where her fingers had been a moment before. "Thinking about what," I asked. "About molesting you," she said plainly. Her hand once again dipped down, her fingers resting on the front of my shorts, just above my groin. The sudden admission of her intentions sent a flair of heat through me, from my lower belly on to the rest of my body. I opened my eyes and saw Amber looking down on me, her eyes on mine. She was flushed, and something in her expression made me both giddy and nervous. My mouth was suddenly dry and I had to moisten my lips before I could say, "You wanna have sex?" My own boldness shocked me a little, and I was suddenly trembling from a mixture of desire, anticipation, and fear. Amber's response was to slide out from under me and lie next to me on the floor. She turned my head gently towards her and slowly moved her face close to mine until our lips touched. Her kiss was feather light and lasted only a moment. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. "Is it OK?" she asked, her voice a whisper. I blinked once, twice, and tried to come to grips with the swirl of emotions inside me. I wanted to go further, to feel her lips on mine again, I wanted her to touch me, anywhere and everywhere. But, I was afraid, afraid of not knowing what to do, afraid that I was about to loose something precious. When I didn't reply, Amber sighed and pulled away. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm stupid. You just a kid and here I am trying to get in your pants." Amber looked embarrassed as she started to get up from the floor. This wasn't what I had wanted. I wanted her. I wanted sex. "Amber, wait." I said, reaching out a hand to stop her. Amber stopped and looked at me. She was kneeling beside me, not yet on her feet. I sat up from the floor and touched her arm. "I... I want to." I said, my voice hesitant. "I'm just... I dunno why but I'm just scared a little." Amber's expression changed to one of mild amusement and she gave a quiet laugh. "Yeah... you're still a virgin, right?" It was more of a statement than a question, but I nodded the affirmative anyway. She sat down next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. "Are you sure your ready," she asked me, her face and voice serious. I responded by drawing close and pressing my lips against hers. At first there was no response, but then Amber folded her arms around me. Her lips parted slightly and she kissed me hungrily, not a mere pressing of lips but a passionate thing that made my heart pound and my body tremble with desire. I tried imitating her and parted my own lips, tasting her. She took the opening and thrust her tongue between my lips, into my mouth. I felt her hand at the back of my neck, drawing me even closer as if trying to absorb me into herself while her other hand slipped under my shirt and caressed my back. I was hot, so hot, and trembling violently. I broke the kiss and moaned, pressed my face against the side of her neck. Amber's gentle hands stroked my hair and my back, not with urgency, but with tenderness She whispered in my ear, "Just relax, honey. Just let it come." I let out a shuddering gasp as the built up heat in my belly suddenly flared outward, coursing through my entire body. I clung tightly to Amber as another wave of intense heat poured through me, causing me to spasm against her. Amber held me over the next several minutes, allowed me time to recover from the intense orgasm. My first ever. ♥♥♥ Dinner that evening was going to be stir fried pork and vegetables. Amber was at the counter, slicing pork loin into strips while I stood at the sink washing and trimming the vegetables. I was still feeling warm and slightly giddy from our earlier kissing. The feel of her hands and the taste of her lips were still fresh in my mind. I was so distracted that I hardly even noticed when the knife in my hand slipped. The tip of the blade sank deep into the pad of my thumb. "Oh, shit," I said, dropping the knife and the zucchini I had been trimming. "Damnit girl, what happened," Amber asked. She took a moment to wipe her hands on a kitchen towel before coming to my side. I turned on the tap and held my thumb under the lukewarm water. My thumb was bleeding all over, making a mess of the sink. Amber took my hand and gently squeezed my thumb to help staunch the flow. "You gotta pay attention to what your doing," Amber said, her tone that of an adult to a child. "I know," I said, feeling a little angry at her for talking to me like a kid. I pulled my hand out from under the tap and looked at the wound. "Here, let me see," Amber said. "It's fine," I said, my voice defensive. I quickly left the kitchen to find a band-aid, not wanting to look at her. I silently fumed as I made my way to the bathroom. Why was she treating me like a kid all of the sudden? My mind went back to the moments after the kiss. ♥♥♥ Amber held me, stroking my hair. She whispered in my ear. "I think I'm in trouble." I pulled away and looked at her. "Why, I asked," my voice hushed. "Because," she said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. I felt her lips move against my skin as she whispered, "I think I might be in love with you." At that moment I felt my heart leap. I grabbed her around the neck and squeezed her tight, love filling ever fiber of my being. I pressed my lips against her ear and whispered fiercely, "I love you too." ♥♥♥ I wrenched my thoughts back to the present as I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. As I opened the medicine cabinet and retrieved the package of band-aids from one of the shelves, I wondered if she still thought of me as a little kid. My heart felt like a stone in my chest as I bandaged my thumb. There was a knock at the door. I jumped, startled at the sound. "Yeah," I muttered. "What's wrong," Amber asked. Her voice was muffled by the door, but I could still hear the concern in her voice. "Nothing," I answered, still feeling angry and petulant. "Liar. You're upset." I wanted to shout at her, but that would have been me acting like a child, so I stayed silent and sat down on the commode. "Can I come in," Amber asked. She still sounded concerned, but also a little hurt. That sound caused the anger to vanish; it was replaced by pure embarrassment. I was a child alright. And it was my own fault that I felt that way. When I didn't reply, Amber opened the door. She didn't enter but leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb. She looked at me, her face troubled. She said, "Hey." "Hey," I said in return. I looked at her, uncertain what to say next. "You want to talk," Amber asked. The space between us felt like forever. I resisted the urge to shrug. If I wanted to be an adult, to do adult things, I had to act like an adult, right? "I'm an idiot," I said, wiping an unbidden tear from my cheek. "For cutting yourself?" Amber asked, her face quizzical. "No," I said, letting out a chuckle at my own expense. "Because I thought you were treating me like a kid." "Big news, sweetheart, you are a kid," Amber said. I studied her face a moment. She looked serious, but there was a spark of amusement in her eyes, a slight smile on her lips. She stepped into the bathroom. "But you know what," she said as she stopped in front of me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned over me, planting a kiss on the top of my head. "You're gonna make a great woman someday." I looked up into her face. "Today?" I asked, teasing her. "Maybe tonight," she replied.