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Chapter III – A Conversation with Amber

When he did get to work, his main desire was to contact Amber to bring her up to date with developments.  It was a school day, but since Amber had nearly all of her required course work completed, she had half days in the last semester of her senior year.  He’d have to wait a bit before he could call her cell phone.

They had had a private celebration of Amber’s 18^th birthday last weekend.  It had been a glorious four-fuck siege.  However, the whole weekend had not been spent in bed.  She wanted to live out one of her fantasies that had to await her coming of age.   She wanted to strip at one of the amateur nights that the strip clubs sometimes held.  They planned this weekend to coincide with one such event at a club in a neighboring town – all the better to avoid people like her mother from finding out.

Amber had prepared a routine for her debut meticulously.  Her excitement during the drive was obvious.  She reported later than when she presented herself as a contestant, the management triple-checked her proof of age.  When she took her turn on the runway, he was comfortably settled in the audience, although not right up front.

Her performance got off to a wobbly start that was obviously due to nerves.  She resolutely soldiered on gaining confidence and audience approval as she disrobed and plied her private parts at the more appreciative members of the assembly.  There was no doubt that she was getting very turned on by the situation.  The bouncers moved in closer as the enthusiasm she was generating raised their concerns.

She finished second according to the MC’s perception of the audience’s applause.  According to the manager in a private conversation after the contest was concluded and the regular strippers took over, she was the best he’d seen in a long time.  He asked her if she’s like a job.  Flattered to the point of swooning, she nevertheless declined.

She was over the top with sexual excitement on the way home.  Her natural tendency to exhibitionism was fired by the thrill of the audience response.  She got naked before they got into the car.  Continually squirming in her seat she gushed incessantly about what a turn-on that was, how wet she was and how she really needed a cock inside her.

It was fair to say she jumped him when they reached his bedroom.  In short order he found himself on his back with her straddling him.  His cock had disappeared rapidly into her cunt.  That organ of hers was pure magic that night.  Inspired as never before, she set her pussy muscles to work on his cock with reckless abandon.

During her second orgasm, he experienced a Richter Scale 10 release.  If asked he would have expressed surprise that the force of his initial spurt didn’t blow her off his cock.  As the haze of his orgasm cleared he noted the occurrence of a near-miracle.  Even though spent, his cock remained rock hard.  His whole being was on fire with the possibilities this promised.

Amber wasn’t slow to exploit the new development.  She got off two more times before collapsing on him in happy exhaustion. 

He held her to him while she recovered from her pleasure and her exertions.  When he judged she was sufficiently coherent, he gently rolled her over and put his still-hard member to work.  He did so gently and slowly.  She opened her eyes and smiled languidly at him as he did so, but didn’t attempt to participate.  She waited patiently until he climaxed.  Then she drew his face down to hers so that she could share a kiss and again confess her love for him.

He looked at the clock in his computer screen again.  Okay, should be able get her now.

She answered promptly, greeting him warmly.

“I have a little story to tell you,” he said.

“A story with a happy ending from the sound of you,” she responded.

“An on-going happy story, actually.”

Amber reacted with interest and excitement to his relating the events of the past 20 or so hours. 

“So where do you go from here?” she asked as his tale concluded.

“Well, for openers I expect to spend a good part of tonight inside her.”

“You’re making me wet – well, wetter.  Your story already got me going.”  Then she added breathily, “I need a man.”

He chuckled.  “So what are your plans for the weekend?”

“A little trip with Ken and a few friends to his parents’ lake cottage.  Kind of a practice run for prom weekend.”

“And your mother’s down with that?  She’s come a long way.”

“Yeah, she’s gotten pretty cool.  Just asks me if I’m being careful.”  She paused.  “And I’ve opened up a bit to her.”

Alarm bells went off in his head.  “How open have you gotten?” he asked tensely.

“Oh, not about us –.although, I think she suspects.  I tell her about recent things with guys my age.  The rest is off limits.”

“Uh, let’s get back to your mother’s suspicions.  What makes you think she’s on to us?”

He could sense her discomfort about pursuing the topic.

“Well, when I came home last weekend I was … well, floating.  She could tell that I was a well-fucked woman in love.  I didn’t look like a girl that had been taken to a movie and bought ice cream.  She asked some questions and apparently wasn’t totally convinced with my answers.”  Then she hurried on.  “But again I think she’s resigned to our relationship.  She knows we’ve always been extremely close, so this couldn’t be completely unexpected.  That, and she knows I’ve been fucking for quite a while and I’m now of age.”

When she paused he was relaxing.  Nothing new had really occurred.  Take chill pill.

“Okay, I guess I just got paranoid there for a minute.”

She sensed the lightened mood.  “What, 15-to-20 in the big house would be a problem?”

“No chance I’d do that much time.  Pedophiles usually don’t last more than a few months.”

They both laughed, albeit awkwardly.  They talked for a bit more then she brought up her need to get ready to leave for the weekend.  They signed off with mutual “I love yous”.

To be continued ...