I was awoken Sunday morning by a glorious blowjob. The angel with her head in my lap was working me so expertly, it was magical. She noticed that I was awake and without stopping what she was doing; looked me in the eye, tried to smile around the throbbing pole of flesh in her mouth and winked at me.
"You're going to spoil me if you keep waking me up like that." I warned playfully.
"mm-hmm." She replied.
I had always had a big crush on Amber; back in high school, I was always too nervous to pluck up the courage to even talk to her let alone ask her out. Amber was just shy of five feet tall with a very tight, petite body. She had a face like a fairy, full lips, shining emerald green eyes, and long flowing curls of dark auburn hair that went half-way down her back. As if her beauty wasn't enough, not only was she stunningly beautiful but she was brilliant AND one of the nicest people you could ever hope to meet. Other girls in our class hated her because no matter how pretty, or how smart they were, they would never be Amber.
I was an awkward kid in high school. I was six foot four and always had a large frame; I was never truly fat, but not muscular enough to be looked at otherwise. I wasn't a complete outcast, I mean I had a few friends and I did date a little, I was never popular enough to be on Amber's radar (at least, so I thought).
A year or so after graduation, I was out running errands with an old girlfriend when I saw some guys collecting donations at an intersection wearing football jerseys. Figuring they were collecting for a school team, I got a couple bucks out to give them. I got to the intersection just as the light turned red and started talking to the guy collecting on my side of the intersection. He told me that it was for a semi-pro league and that they could use a big guy like me and that I should try out. My girlfriend at the time had said that unless they were going to pay me to play, I better not if I wanted to stay with her.
That Saturday I showed up at the field, full of old high school hopes and a brand-new bunch of free time. I spoke to one of the coaches when I stepped on the field. He seemed happy to see me and asked if I had any prior team experience. I told him that I used to play Pop-Warner leagues but explained to him that due to several family emergencies, when I was finally in shape to be able to try out for the school's football team, I missed the tryouts. The coach had told me that that was more experience than some of my prospective teammates had and to go on and sign in. Long story short, I made the team and played for a couple of years until I got hurt. It was the championship game and I was coming across the middle on a short pass route. The pass came, but was high and a little behind me. I jumped and made the catch, but the linebacker that was right behind me and the safety that I didn't see until I caught the ball, sandwiched me and slammed me to the ground. Hard. It was a clean hit by both of them and they were both visibly worried when they tried to help me up and found that I couldn't move my legs.
I was rushed to the hospital where the feeling finally came back to my lower half. It turns out that I had fractured my tailbone which caused my temporary paralysis. They put me in this plastic girdle to keep my back straight and kept me overnight for observation.
The overnight doctor came into my room to introduce herself when she came on shift and to see how I was doing.
"Mr. Carabello?" She asked looking at her chart.
"Please, call me Jeff." I replied.
"Okay Jeff." She looked at me and smiled.
That's when I saw that my doctor was the girl I had dreamed about all my life. There she was as beautiful as ever. Amber! God, I even dedicated a song to her on a local radio show: 'What Might Have Been' by Little Texas. I had told the dj that I was crazy about her and that I would stay up nights thinking about what might have been if I only had the nerve to even just speak to her.
"Amber?" I asked, trying to pretend that I didn't spend the last six years of my life thinking about her almost every day.
After we got the official business as to why I was actually in her hospital out of the way, she had told me that the floor was basically empty and how nice it was to see a familiar face, did I mind if she stayed and chatted for a while? Did I mind? I told her I supposed it would be okay with the biggest shit-eating grin that has ever crossed my face.
We talked for the better part of the night. About high school, people we still knew from there, work, football (apparently, Amber is a big fan), and eventually our respective love-lives. I told her about my last girlfriend and how unsupportive she was of my wishes and the messy break-up that ensued. Amber told me about her last boyfriend and how inept and poorly equipped a lover he was. It was then that I realized that we were gently holding hands. I then confessed to her my feelings for her, blushing fiercely, barely able to look her in the eye, and finally so embarrassed that I was actually angry at myself for thinking that a woman like Amber would ever be interested in me.
"Do you really mean that?" She asked, still holding my hand.
"Every word from the moment I first saw you."
Then an amazing thing happened. Instead of an uncomfortable silence, or her stomping out in disgust, like I was expecting... She kissed me. It was so spontaneous, so passionate that my cock literally sprung to full attention immediately, our hands in each other's hair, both of us panting slightly our excitement.
We broke the kiss. I had my hands on her cheeks, hers on my thighs, our foreheads touching. She opened her eyes and saw my erection.
"Oh my..." she exclaimed. "It's huge!"
"I'm glad you like it." I chuckled.
Obviously, we couldn't in the hospital. She's my doctor for Christ's sake! She could lose her job! We collected ourselves and agreed to continue where we left off when I was released from the hospital. She checked my back and range of motion and all of the doctor things that she had to do, and I was given a clean bill of health and the okay to be discharged in the morning, incidentally about the same time Amber's shift was over.
As we were walking to her car, I had to stop to tie my sneakers, so I'm bent down behind a car. Amber's ex came running up to her begging and pleading with her to take him back. At first she was nice, telling him no that it was over between them. He wasn't taking no for an answer and Amber started getting upset. The guy was only slightly taller than Amber so when I stood up slowly to my full height, flexing my shoulders on my powerfully built frame, and looked down on him from behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders. He wet himself.
"Is everything okay here?" I asked staring at him menacingly.
Amber put her small hand on mine reassuringly and said that yes everything was fine and that Jason was just leaving so he could change his pants. We laughed and left Jason standing in a pool of his own urine, a look of shock on his face. On the ride to Amber's house, we could barely keep our hands off of each other. At every red light, we were honked to go because we had stopped to kiss, and when we weren't kissing Amber was rubbing my cock through my shorts and I hand my hand under her skirt rubbing her slit through her panties.
We finally get to her apartment and as soon as we walk through the door we're all over each other again. Locked in a kiss full of fiery passion, I lifted Amber up and placed her on her kitchen counter finally breaking the embrace.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I panted heavily.
Amber responded by ripping her shirt open revealing to me 1) that she didn't wear a bra and 2) her perfect breasts with half-dollar sized brown areolas and pencil-eraser hard nipples fully erect in her excitement.
"Well alright then!"
I pulled my shirt off and took her right breast into my mouth; teasing her nipple with my tongue, sucking on it, and biting it. I took her left breast into my right hand and gently caressed it, tweaking the nipple. Then I switched. Back and forth for several minutes, just worshipping Amber's perfect breasts; she was very appreciative, she had her hands in my hair pulling me closer, whispering me to me about how much she was enjoying it and positively vibrating in ecstasy. I started kissing my way up her chest and neck, up to her right earlobe and I whispered in her ear,
"I'm going to taste you now."
