Since leaving the house Danny and I shared back in August, where I laid my head at night generally was up to the generosity of the people I knew.  Those generally have been close friends, or in the case of Danny an ex, and in the case of Caiden a new love.

Amber and I have never been friends properly, I was a senior when she was a freshmen.  I knew she existed, we socialized with the same group of people in school, but we never really hung out and we never knew each other other than in passing.  That Friday night at the party, I met up with Amber and a few of her friends.  Rumors and gossip fly around small towns quicker than the wind sometimes, so it was no surprise we were talking about Danny and I, or what I was up to.  I've had to go through the story with more than one person, though the events of the coming weekend would change regret of the circumstances into content with how things turned out.

Amber offered to let me stay at her house, she assured me her parents would be fine with it.  I had part of the week already mapped out where I'd be staying, but I told her I would let her know.  We exchanged phone numbers, then mingled for a while before I got my call from Danny and left.

Tuesday I received a phone call from Amber asking if I still needed a place to stay, her offer was still open.  Since it was Tuesday, and I had yet to figure out where I'd hang my head the following night, I mentioned Wednesday.  We met up after school was out and walked back to her place.  We spent most of the afternoon listening to music, talking about music, bands, and just stuff in general.  It was one of the best conversations I'd had in ages.  It was a lot of talk about nothing specific, just stuff. 

The two hours between when we got home and her mom came home seemed like only minutes.  The conversation that would follow would seem like it took all of that just to convince her to let me stay.  Part of this effort was eased by the fact that pretty much everyone in town already knew.  It was already common knowledge as to why I didn't live at home, and why I had lived at Danny's parents house.  The news of our break-up spread just as quickly.  So convincing her mom that I was there just for the night to have a place to sleep wasn't as difficult as I expected, but Amber's father would be the one who'd need the most convincing and that job was for Amber's mom. 

After a short argument, we were called down for dinner, then we returned to her room where she started her homework.  About two hours later she had finished up and got ready for bed.  After she got out of the bathroom, I decided to make myself ready as well.  It didn't take me all that long, but when I returned to her room I found Amber sitting on her bed in a lacy white satin camisole and bright red briefs.  I was a bit taken aback, but because Amber never showed the slightest interest me, I dismissed any notion it would be happening now or in her own home with her parents downstairs.  At first I was right, but Amber would be full of surprises.

I never had any intentions of doing anything with Amber, I didn't actively pursue sleeping at hers, I didn't ask to sleep in her room, and I made no attempts to do anything with her.  That isn't to say I wasn't aware of Amber's obvious physical traits, but they weren't doing anything for me.  After what happened with the girl in Scotland, the last thing I cared about was getting interested in girls again.  Amber on the other hand had always had an ulterior motive for me spending the night.

Amber is an extremely attractive girl, by any man's measure, she's outstanding.  She's naturally a dishwater blond, though she dyes it lighter, she's 5'6", fit and slender, a chest that would make most men weep, and a great bottom.

I put my stuff away and Amber got up off the bed and walked over to me, when I turned around she put her hands on my face and raised herself up on her tip toes and kissed me.  At first I didn't return her kiss, but she kept kissing me and eventually I returned her kiss.  I admit, it was arousing, but not like if I kissed a guy.

I still hadn't put my arms around her or anything, to be frank I didn't quite know what to do.  She slipped down my torso, stopping at my waist, then pulled down my boxers.  What transpired next was the most uncomfortable few minutes of my life ever.  When it was clear that I wasn't getting aroused by her, she eventually gave up.  I felt bad.  I appreciated the fact that she liked me enough that she took me in her home, and wanted to demonstrate how she felt, but I couldn't put myself there.

Although I wasn't aroused by Amber, I did want to try going down on her.  I've never been with a girl sexually, I never had the opportunity, and finding myself with a girl that was interested in me sexually was a first.  I offered it as a mea culpa and she accepted.

She put her legs up, and I pulled up her underwear, then she put her legs down along side her.  She was clean shaven.  She honestly looked stunning.

I stuck my middle finger in my mouth, then slid it inside her, she moaned approvingly as I slid it in and out.  With the thumb and index finger of my other hand, I began a circular motion with the skin on either side of the clit to work it.  This was received equally as well.  Then I bent down and began to work her pussy and clit with my tongue.

Amber seemed to be enjoying the experience, but I wanted to see if I could find her G-spot and experience what that was like for both her and me.  I slid my finger along the roof of her vagina.  At first I couldn't find it, then I put more pressure until I eventually felt this nub deep inside her.  As I began rubbing against it she arched her back and gasped for breath.   

My senses were being filled with Amber.  Her breathing and moans, and her smells.  The aromatic smell of her pussy, the flowery sweet smell of her perfume, the soft musky smell of sweat that was beading up on her skin, and the general smell of sex from her juices.  And finally her taste, the slightly acidic flavor.  It was wonderfully fantastic, yet strange.

I added another finger, and began working her clit faster.  Amber's breathing was getting heavier, moaning a bit more frequently.  Her G-spot was noticeably bigger, and stimulating it kept bringing her closer to the brink.  She had her first orgasm, juices flowed from her pussy onto my fingers, her muscles tightened against my fingers as they contracted against them.  I didn't stop stimulating her clit or g-spot.  Amber kept cumming, often more intensely than the last time. 

It was clear it was getting to be more intense than we wanted to experience at this particular time.  I stopped stimulating her with my fingers, but I lapped up her juices with my tongue.  When I was finished, I returned to my kneeling on the bed.  She was slow to move, her pussy was still moving a little and clearly bringing her some intense pleasure.

After a few minutes, I sat on the edge of the bed, and she got to her knees on the bed, grabbing her underwear.  She got off the bed, put on her underwear.  She asked me if I wanted to go to bed, and I agreed.  We started out both of us on our backs, laying there talking about everything but what happened.  Then she began getting tired, and rolled against me resting her head against my chest, an arm across my chest, and a leg across mine.  I was locked into position, but surprisingly comfortable with it.

As I laid there, I kept thinking about what happened.  It was amazing listening to her, watching her, feeling her have an orgasm.  I was responsible for making it happen, and she let me be the one to do it.  For most people, that probably would have been enough, but struck me more so was the fact that she didn't get upset that I wasn't turned on by her despite her attempts.  She could have been embarrassed, she could have been angry, or even mad.  She could have even accused me of making her go down on me and I doubt anyone would believe otherwise, but she didn't do any of that.  I couldn't figure it out, I just felt comfortably at ease with her that evening.

Her alarm went off shortly after 6AM.  We were both in the same exact position as last night, the exception being I clearly had morning wood.  I attempted to slip out of bed without her noticing, though I doubt she was completely asleep with her alarm just going off.  After I returned, I slipped back into bed, where it was much warmer.  Once again, she laid against me draping her arm and leg over me.  Her leg brushed up against my cock, and to my surprise my hardon returned.  This didn't go unnoticed by Amber, she intensified rubbing me with her leg until she dropped her leg to my side and put her hand on my cock. 

She began to stroke my cock loosely using the flannel of my boxers, I offered a deeply approving moan.  It felt great having her give me a hand job through my boxers.  I looked down, she was watching as she worked my cock, then looked up at me.  I couldn't help by kiss her.  While we were kissing, she reached under my boxers and kept working my cock.  Her hands and fingers were soft, every time her palm and fingers slid over my head I moaned it felt so good.  I took a deep breath, then as I came grunted as my cum shot onto my stomach.

She slid down the bed, my cock still firmly in her hand, then sucked my cock, then began licking the cum off my stomach.  After licking up all the cum she sucked my cock clean again, then put it back into my boxers before sliding back up to me where we made out for another ten minutes. 

After breakfast I walked her to school.  Later in the day she called me and asked me if I'd like to stay at her place over the weekend.  So I'm scheduled to spend the night at her house over the weekend.