by Evan Harder
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Me and few close buddies had just started drinking early on a Friday afternoon when my cell phone buzzed, signifying an incoming text. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that the message was from Amber.
My excitement must have shown on my face, as the guy closest to me, a big dude named Dave, immediately knew something was going on.
“Who’s it from?” Dave asked, edging closer to me to take a look at the screen. “Holy shit, that’s from Amber, right?”
I nodded. Pretty much every other freshman (and probably most of the upper-classmen, too) at our little private university knew about my exploits with Amber. It’s not like I went around bragging about, but it was such a crazy story that once I’d let the cat out of the bag while drunk at a party one night, it spread like wildfire.
It had turned me into a bit of celebrity, and not only with the other guys. Sure, some of the girls thought it was gross but the vast majority of them didn’t seem to mind at all. And to be honest, the fact that I’d spent multiple nights with a pornstar seemed to elevate me in their eyes. Perhaps it was the idea that to have scored with a pornstar I must actually have a clue what I was doing in bed was what did it. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. But that fact of the matter was I rarely had trouble finding a girl to sleep with after a night of partying.
But still my heart was with Amber. That isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy my nights with the other girls (some more than other, of course) but none of them could ever even approach Amber, let alone displace her. After all, why settle for ground beef when you could have Filet Mignon?
Anyway, after Dave announced the author of my text to the room, everyone immediately started to gather around. It wasn’t long before I was in the center of a circle created by drunk nineteen-year college kids that couldn’t hold their liquor to save their lives.
“Are you going to open it?” someone asked.
“In front of you animals?” I replied. “Hell no.”
“Come on,” someone else cried out. “We want to see what it says.”
“Too fucking bad,” I said.
“That’s because you’re afraid it’s going to tell you to fuck off,” came the good-natured ribbing from yet another one of my friends.
“Yeah right,” I called out, pumping my voice up with false confidence to cover up the butterflies that were churning in my stomach. “She worships the ground I walk on.”
“We’ll see about that,” Dave said as he snatched my phone out of my hands and high-tailed it for the other side of the room. The crowd hustled to keep up with him.
I didn’t even bother trying to retrieve it. I knew it was no use. And to be honest, I didn’t really care if they saw what she’d sent. I was confident it wouldn’t be something bad. Amber wasn’t like that. She didn’t cop-out by sending bad news by text. She said it to your face. That’s just the way she was.
“Here we go boys,” Dave’s voice cried out. “Let’s see what our favorite pornstar sent our little douchebag of a friend.”
He pressed the button. Silence. Which was good. It meant there was nothing inflammatory in the text. Good or bad, if it was something interesting my friends would be taunting me about it. The fact that they didn’t say a thing could mean only one thing. It was a boring message.
Dave brought my phone back over and handed it to me.
“Here you go,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied. I looked at the message. It simply said: CALL ME.
So I called her, taking the phone into one of the bedrooms and locking the door before I did so, of course. No reason to let the others hear just one side of the conversation. If it was worth repeating, I would telling them all about it soon enough. And if it wasn’t, I didn’t want them to know.
“Hey Scott,” Amber after answering the phone. “What are you up to?”
“Not much,” I said. “What about you?”
“Well, actually I’m on my way to the East Coast for a couple of conventions. I’m just about to get on a plane right now.”
“Cool,” I said, not really sure where this was going.
“Anyway, my flight just happens to be coming in to your city this evening, and I just happen to have a little layover.”
“Is that right?” I said, trying to play it cool and failing miserably. “How long are you here for?”
“Just under 24 hours.”
My mind screamed: 24 hours! Fucking awesome!! But not wanting to be too presumptuous, I merely said, “That’s pretty cool. Do you have any plans?”
“Actually I do,” Amber said.
My stomach sank. But luckily she wasn’t done.
“I plan to fuck you silly the whole time I’m there,” she added.
The smile that appeared on my face didn’t quite split it in two but it sure as hell felt like it. Giddiness erupted in my system.
“What time do you get in?” I asked.
“Seven o’clock.”
“I’ll be waiting for you at the airport.”
“I can’t wait,” Amber said.
“Neither can I.”
I hung up the phone and left the room. My friends were all sitting in a circle, playing some drinking game.
“So how did it go?” Dave asked, looking up at me.
My smile told him everything he needed to know.
“That good, huh?” he said.
“Even better,” I replied.
“Is that right?”
I nodded.
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” someone else said. “Spill the beans, big guy.”
“Let’s just say you guys won’t be seeing me around for a little while.”
“You’re hooking up with her?” Dave asked.
“Yep. She’s coming into town tonight.”
“When is she leaving?” someone asked.
“Tomorrow night.”
“And she wants to hang out with you?” This was from Dave, sounding incredulous.
“She does indeed.”
Dave shook his head and mock indignation. “You lucky fucking bastard.”
I wasn’t going to argue with him on that point. The way I figured it, I was the luckiest fucking bastard in the whole damn world.
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Amber was never one to be concerned with how things looked to other people. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and didn’t care what strangers thought about it. I like to think I’m like that, but I’m really not. I still have some inhibitions, although not too many. But she has none.
So I wasn’t surprised when she started making out with me as soon as she got off the tarmac. Right there in front of everyone else getting off the plane, forcing them to go around us like a stream parting for a large boulder.
Eventually Amber broke off the kiss, grabbed my hand, and we headed towards the baggage claim. Even though she’d just gotten off the plane and wasn’t wearing very much makeup, she looked hotter than ever. Her hair was cut differently than the last time I’d seen her, with bangs covering her forehead, framing her impossibly cute face perfectly. And between her tight t-shirt and lack of a bra showing off her perfect, perky tits—not to mention her short skirt displaying her long, incredibly toned legs—she made me want to cream my pants just from looking at her.
“I can’t wait to get that big cock of yours inside of me,” she said while we stood next to the roundabout, waiting for her luggage to appear. She was talking in a regular voice, plenty loud enough to be heard by the people around us. “Is it hard yet?”
Laughing under my breath, slightly embarrassed but not caring all that much, I nodded.
“Really?” she said, reaching down towards my crotch. She gave my cock a hearty grab, unmindful of the onlookers. “Holy shit you weren’t kidding.”
“I told you,” I said. Then, getting up my nerve, I added, “I get hard just thinking about you. But when you’re actually in the flesh? I can’t control it.”
Amber laughed and slapped me on the butt. The soun
d echoed about the terminal like a gun shot. “Not bad, not bad at all,” she said. “I was expecting you to just remain quiet the whole time, like usual. But you’re stepping up your game. College has been good to you, hasn’t it?”
“It’s been all right,” I said.
Still talking loud enough to be easily heard by all, she said, “Been banging girls left and right if I had to venture a guess.”
The sixty-year old couple standing next to us gave Amber a dirty look but she didn’t even bother acknowledging them.
“Well, have you?” she asked.
“I don’t know about left and right,” I said, throwing caution to the wind. After all, what trouble could we get into, really? Last time I checked you couldn’t get thrown in jail for talking about sex in public. “But I’ve got my share of pussy over the last couple of months.”
“I’m sure you have,” she said. “I take it they all came away satisfied?”
“Thanks to you,” I said. “You taught me everything I needed to know.”
“I don’t know about that,” Amber said. “I taught you enough to please those little college girls. But you’ve still got a lot to learn in order to please a girl like me.”
“I can’t wait to learn.”
“That’s good, because that’s what the next twenty-four hours are for. Are you ready to go to the next level?”
“Ready and willing.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Two seconds later the buzzer went off and the red light started flashing. Suitcases started piling onto the roundabout. I grabbed Amber’s luggage and we were headed for my pickup truck.
#
We had just pulled onto the freeway when Amber turned towards me.
“So,” she said. “Are you happy to see me?”
“You have no idea,” I said.
Her eyes flicked down to my crotch. My cock was pressing against the denim of my jeans, just as it had been ever since I’d seen her in the airport for the first time.
“Oh,” Amber said. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
I started to blush. I couldn’t help it. Amber had that effect on me.
“Lucky for you I have a cure for your ills,” she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over the middle seat. Before I realized what was happening, she undid my zipper and released my hard cock from it’s denim prison.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Taking care of your little problem for you,” she said.
“Right here?”
“Why not? It’s as good a place as any.”
“No it isn’t,” I said. “It’s a terrible fucking place!”
“Just shut up and concentrate on the road,” Amber said as her head dropped down into my lap. She sucked on the head of my cock for a few seconds before popping it out of her mouth. “I don’t want to die with your cock in my mouth.”
“Then don’t suck it while I’m driving,” I said, but my heart wasn’t into it now that she had actually taken my cock in her mouth. It just felt too good to complain about.
I cast a quick glance down to have a look and saw the top of her head bobbing in my lap. Smiling widely, I returned my eyes to the road, only to notice that I was straddling two lanes while passing cars on either side.
Laughing humorless under my breath, I shook my head and glided over into one lane and let up on the accelerator.
But Amber didn’t. In fact, she turned things up a notch by taking my entire cock in her mouth and holding it there, deepthroating me with ease.
“Holy shit,” I said as Amber ran her hand up my leg and stuck it into my pants and caressed my balls, keeping my cock down her throat the whole time. “You are so fucking good at that.”
She pulled her head off my cock and smiled up at me while taking a moment to catch her breath. “I know,” she said, spitting on my cock and jerking me off. “And this is just the beginning. Just wait until I get you back to the hotel room.”
“I can’t,” I said, veering over into the slow lane. “It’s too far away.”
Amber giggled as I took the next off-ramp into an industrial area. It was empty this time of night. I found a large parking lot and pulled in, not even bothering to park the car correctly.
I had barely shut the engine off and Amber was already scrambling over to my side of the car. Facing me, she straddled my groin, one leg on either side of my body, her skirt hiked up, providing easy access to her pussy.
Looking at me with a playful, sexy little smile on her face, she grabbed ahold of my cock and rubbed the head of it against her pussy, which was still protected by her panties.
After less than half of minute, her cotton panties were completely soaked through. So far, I hadn’t done anything but stared at her face as she did her thing, watching her expression of pure joy as she played with my cock. I was more than content to let her do all the work. And she loved being in control.
Still staring directly at me, her mouth still affixed with a knowing grin, Amber yanked her panties aside, and slid my throbbing cock into her pussy. I let out a little gasp and held my breath while she bit down on her bottom lip and continued to hold my gaze, challenging me to look away.
The first few times we’d been together I probably would have. Back then I was still a little shy and uncomfortable in her presence, even towards the end of our time together. Which was absurd, considering how intimate we’d been with each other, but that didn’t make it any less true. But now, after my escapades in college, I was starting to gain confidence, even around her. So I stared right back at her, not saying anything—I still didn’t feel that comfortable around her—but not looking away.
Amber rode me like a cowgirl, bouncing only on the head of my cock at first but gradually increasing the speed and intensity of her movements until she was taking my entire cock inside her with every thrust. My hands were around her waist but not doing much of anything except for hanging on.
Leaning over, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and started exploring around. I kissed her back, my excitement level rising exponentially. Something about kissing while fucking always drove me crazy.
To counteract this, I brought my hands forward and ran them up under her shirt and grabbed her perky little tits. She let out a little groan of pleasure and started riding me even harder. I replied to her increase in intensity with an increase in pressure, squeezing her tits tightly.
Amber broke off the kiss and adjusted her positioning a little bit, getting her legs beneath her body and putting her feet on the seat. Squatting now, she resumed her bouncing, slamming her body down onto mine now, her ass smacking against the top of my legs loud enough to echo about the inside of the truck.
My fingers made their way to Amber’s nipples, caressing and squeezing and pinching them until they were hard and then rubbing them between my fingers. Her hands were pushing down on my chest, providing her with more leverage to hammer down atop me.
The heavy sounds of breathing and groaning punctuated by the occasional curse word combined with the smells of sweat and sex to create a stifling yet at the same time stimulating atmosphere, propelling me forward, turning me into an animal concerned with one thing and one thing only; increasing my pleasure until I was ready to explode, both literally and figuratively.
And I was rapidly approaching that proverbial point of no return when Amber suddenly and inexplicably slid my cock out of her pussy and lifted herself up off of me and dropped back into the passenger’s seat without so much as a word.
“What the hell was that about?” I said, more loudly than I’d intended. My mind and body were reeling from the shock. My cock was sticking straight up out of my pants and glistening with her pussy juices.
“Why, whatever do you mean?” Amber said, her attempts to sound innocent betrayed by the wide smile on her face and playful yet evil gleam in her eyes.
“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “You know exactly what you did. What I want to know is why you did it?
Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” she said, still smiling. “Not at all.”
“Then why did you do that?”
“Just to mess with you,” she said, laughing now. “To see how you would react.”
“Well now that you saw, can we please finish?”
“Later,” she said. “After we get to the hotel. Not now.”
“Why not now?”
“Because that’s too easy,” Amber said.
“For you, maybe,” I said.
“Do you think it’s this is easy for me? Stopping right on the verge of orgasm?”
“No,” I said, conceding the point. “I guess not.”
“That’s right,” she said. “It’s no easier for me than it is for you.”
“Then why do it? Why put yourself through that if you don’t have to?”
“Because that’s how you grow,” Amber said. “By putting yourself into uncomfortable situations. It’s good for you.”
“If you say so,” I said as I tried to stuff my cock back into my pants. It was still hard, making the process more difficult than usual.
“Want some help with that?” Amber asked, her mouth turned up in a half-smile.
“No, I got it,” I said, completing the process with a careful zip. “You’ve done enough damage for now, thank you very much.”
Amber laughed. “You’re so cute when you try to act angry.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, using every ounce of my energy to keep from smiling. “Now just sit there and keep your hands to yourself until we get to the hotel. I need to concentrate if I’m going to try and drive with all the blood in my body having been diverted to the wrong head.”
I started the engine and began the process of making it back onto the freeway.
#
I was chomping at the bit to get Amber up to the room and continue where we’d left off in the car, but first we had some business to take care of.
First was a stop at a liquor store, where we picked up a case of beer, half a dozen bottles of wine and a small bottle of Jack Daniels. Plus a few things to snack on.