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 The Joys of Journaling Chapter Six: Like An Arrow From A Bow

   Things with Amber were progressing nicely.  I had seen and felt her
breasts, manipulated her to change her appearance just for me, flirted with
her a bit, even had my dried spunk cradled against her pussy.  To think, it
all began with a blow-job one night after she had seen my morning wood.  I
couldn't help but laugh, isn't the blow-job supposed to come AFTER all the
other things?

   But this inversion wasn't stopping me.  After a small bout of
indecisiveness, my path was laid out before me.  I was like the arrow from
the bow, definite and sure in my course.

   After our lunch excursion I eagerly retired to my room.  It was a test
of supreme will to not grin like a maniac before my door shut, but after
doing so I broke into an almost grinch-like grin.  (If you don't know what
I'm talking about, watch "How the Grinch Stole Christmas", you'll see what
I mean).  I locked the door behind me and pulled out my tome of
debauchery.. I mean my journal.

   I can't believe I got away with it!  I just took J & A out for

   lunch.  I think Amber was wearing the panties that I...  well..

   that I donated a part of myself to.  I think Amber knows what

   went on in her panties, but she's not saying anything.  What

   does that mean?  Does she like me too?  Did she really not

   notice?  Was she too embarrassed to say anything?

   Damn, so many questions and not enough answers.  Then again,

   how the hell am I supposed to get answers?  It's not like I

   can go up to her and ask "Hey Amber, did you notice I used

   your panties to jerk off into rather than my customary sock?"

   Yeah, that would go over well.

   I guess I'm just doomed to not know the answer ever.

   I wonder if sweet Amber realizes how truly beautiful she's

   become to me.  What would she say if she knew how often she's

   replaced women my age in my fantasies?  Would she think it was

   weird if she knew that I dream of her?

   Well, I don't know how she feels, but I know I'm hopelessly

   infatuated with her.  I don't know if I could go so far as to

   call it love, but..  yeah, I care about her.  A lot.

   It makes me feel dirty, these urges I have about her.  I try

   to sneak peeks at her without her knowing.  She really is

   gorgeous with her rich chestnut hair and sky-blue eyes.  I

   just want to run my fingers through her hair while gazing

   into those eyes.

   But, the typical 19 year old guy also sneaks peeks at her

   when I shouldn't.  I've seen her pretty growing boobs.  Oh my

   god, were those spectacular!  Her cute little butt when she's

   in a swimsuit, there are no words to describe it.  Her flat

   stomach I just want to stroke.

   Even her feet I find attractive.

   There's only one place on her that I haven't seen.  It's

   something I have no business to see and, if I were normal, I

   shouldn't hope to ever see.  But I DO hope to see it someday.

   It's that sweet little cleft she keeps tucked between her

   thighs.  I feel guilty to even wonder about what treasures she

   keeps locked away in her soft panties.

   I contemplate ways to see it.  She doesn't shower here, so I

   couldn't "oops" her coming out of the shower.  I guess I could

   walk in on her in the bathroom, but I don't want to sully

   this mental image with seeing her on the toilet.  I'm twisting

   my brain trying to find a way to "accidentally" see her

   goods.  But I'm coming up with a big goose egg.

   It's probably for the best.  Who knows if I'd be able to

   control myself if it was suddenly displayed in front of me?

   Anyway, enough journal for now.  Two entries in one day is

   killing my wrist, along with the exercise I gave it earlier.

   Besides, the girls might start to think I'm being

   anti-social.

   -D



   Well, there it was, my next volley against her innocence.  I knew that
this next task I had given her was quite a big step.  Girls are trained
it's not right, but not too terribly bad to use their chest to control men.
A little show of cleavage is part and parcel in the food service industry
in exchange for larger tips.

   But to display the nether goods?  That's a whole different ball-game. 
The panties are a girls last line of defense against the world, and I was
asking Amber to surrender them.  Would she go for it?  Nothing had happened
to her so far that she didn't in same way feel she was in control of. 
Would that view still hold for this?  Only time would tell.

   It would be beyond the realm of belief for me to "forget" my journal in
the bathroom two times in one day, so that was obviously not something I
could do.  To leave it sitting out on the bed almost screamed "Hey!  I want
you to read this!".  So that idea was eliminated.  To leave it on my bureau
was the leading contender, but didn't feel right.

   It was while I was trying to figure out the solution to this dilemma
that the phone rang.  It was a manager from the theater asking if I'd like
to pick up a short shift.  The box office attendant had called out, and
they wanted to know if I could come in for a couple hours.

   Well, there went my plans for the evening.  Not one to turn down easy
money, I agreed and hopped in the shower.  After dressing, I headed out. 
It was only at that time that I realized I had just thrown the journal on
my bed and covered it with my clothes.  Great, just great.  There was no
way Amber would find it now.

   I wasn't it the best of moods when I clocked in.  Everyone just chalked
it up to me being called in on my day off, and I chose not to correct them.

   I was so mad at myself.  Who knew when I would have another opportunity
like this?  Probably not for a while.  I figured that all my efforts today
had been wasted.

   The hours dragged on and on.  I wasn't looking forward to going home,
but I didn't really want to be at work anymore either.  If I had been of
drinking age, I would have planned to go to a bar.  As I wasn't, I
couldn't.

   Eventually my sentence was over.  I trudged back to my mini-van and
steered it toward home.

   Upon my arrival I didn't even bother to change out of my work clothes. I
just grabbed a Coke from the fridge and dragged myself into the living
room.

   The girls, of course, were there already, watching "Charlie and the
Chocolate Factory" for the umpteenth time.  How that tape didn't snap from
all the viewings is still a miracle in my eyes.  Of course, the same could
be said for my copy of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show", but I digress.

   Feeling like the proverbial raincloud was over my head, I stewed on the
couch and kicked myself mentally for my stupidity.  I asked myself if there
was a way to entice Amber to read the journal tonight without making it
obvious.  No, I told myself, there really wasn't.  And, to make matters
worse, I'd have to keep writing to keep up the pretense of an active
journal.  That means the entry I REALLY wanted her to read would get
buried. I couldn't just keep writing about the same thing, day after day.
Even in her naivety, Amber would see through that.

   It was from these dark and brooding thoughts that I was pulled out of
when I heard Amber ask me something, though I didn't catch it.

   "Ummm..  I'm sorry, Amber.  I just got out of work and was lost in my
own world.  What was that?"

   "I said 'Could you pass me a pillow, Dave?'" replied my innocent virgin
from in front of the TV.

   "Yeah, sure.  Here." as I tossed her one of the sofa pillows.

   I just grunted in response after she thanked me, and withdrew back into
my head.

   I wasn't paying much attention to the girls but, after a few minutes,
was suddenly yanked out of my trance.  Something was out of sorts here.  I
felt it, even if I couldn't put my finger on it.  I surveyed the room. 
Everything looked normal at first glance, but I knew something was off. 
Again I looked, still nothing.  Maybe I was just imagining things.  I was
preparing to call it a night (there's only so much disappointment a guy can
take before he folds his hand and walks away from the table), when suddenly
the heavens opened, the angels sang, and I finally saw what was different.

   I expected the pillow Amber asked for to be under her head and she laid
on her back and watched the movie.  Instead she was on her stomach with the
pillow under her hips.  This tilted her butt up, causing her nightgown to
ride up to just a hair above the bottom of her butt-cheeks.  And there, to
my starving eyes, was IT.

   Yes, from my vantage point behind her, I could see up her nightgown to
that little crack that started with her ass cheeks and kept going south.

   There before me was what I was hoping to see.  The gates to her feminine
treasures spread in front of me.  It looked so small and tight and
delicious.  I wasn't able to get up close and personal, but it looked like
she just had a light down of soft brown hairs surrounding her little slot.

   I almost groaned aloud when she moved and spread her legs a little
wider, letting me see a bit more.  God, what this girl was doing to me!

   I started to hyperventilate when she gave a small hip wiggle.  Dear
lord, did I just want to pounce on her and lay pipe for hours.  Had Julia
not been in the room, I might have.  To this day, I don't know if I could
have restrained myself.

   All too soon it was over, Amber's legs suddenly closed and she crossed
her ankles.

   I needed to go upstairs and "take matters into my own hand", but how to
do it?  I was like a steel beam, and if I got up and one of the girls
looked back (especially Julia), it would all be over.

   I decided to get up quickly and bid the girls goodnight with my back to
them as I walked out of the room.  This I did without either of them
noticing (I think).

   After a quick tug in the bathroom, I went back to my room to lay down.
Ahhhh...  it all made sense now.  The journal that HAD been buried was now
laying beside my clothes.  Someone had been doing some extra reading!  I
almost roared with laughter.  Instead, I laid on my bed to contemplate my
next move.  I knew I was close, so very close to my goal.  It seemed, in
her efforts to please me, Amber had shown me my final target.

   Now all that was left was to invade and conquer.
   ~~END CHAPTER SIX~~