I was on the edge of waking, in that zone when you knew there was no pressure to get up and go to work or have to do something. Just the pleasant dreamlike semi wakeful state when my mobile rang softly.
I sighed. Just one day of peace, please!
After I had left Jessica's house I rode home and crashed out on the bed for the afternoon. That tantric stuff was draining. My stomach woke me early evening and I ordered a take out before crashing out again for another twelve hours.
Sunday. I could relax.
I picked up the device making the incessant noise and looked at the display. It was a mobile number I didn't recognise. Do I answer? Yes, no, yes, no.
Oh, may as well. Probably some bloody marketing call, or wrong number. Well, I'd had sixteen or seventeen hours sleep, most of it straight and uninterrupted.
"Hello?" I queried.
"Hi David!" came the enthusiastic female voice. "It's Amber!"
"Hi Amber!" my spirits suddenly soared.
"I asked Mr Wilde, err, Mike for your number. I hope you don't mind?"
"No, no not at all!" I reassured. "How did you do at your competition?"
"Oh, really great, but my pussy was throbbing all morning!" she said matter of factly.
I reach under the covers and squeezed my dick.
"Really?" I said, "Why was that?" baiting her.
"I met this nice guy who banged my brains out and took my virginity," she said huskily.
"He took your virginity?"
"Yes," she said firmly.
"But you still got the box it came in don't you?" I responded, unable to resist the punch line.
She burst out laughing and took a moment to settle down.
"Yes, but it's empty and lonely now," she added a little forlornly.
"Oh Amber! I'm so sad for your plight!"
"Hey," she whispered, "guess what?"
She continued, not waiting for a reply. "When I got home on Friday night I ate your cum out of my panties."
My cock stiffened dramatically in my fist and I stroked it slowly.
"Go on", I urged.
"I didn't want mom to find them full of spunk when she washed them so I licked them clean. It was a yummy late night snack!"
My god! Were all the women in that household carnal addicts? I wondered about her sister.
"Hey Amber, I was thinking of taking the bike out today, seeing it's nice. Want to come?"
"Oh, wow! That would be so cool! Yeah!"
"You'll need some proper gear. Meet me at Mike and Lisa's in thirty minutes. I saw some women's leathers there when I was looking around for clothes to wear. I'm sure Lisa will be cool about you borrowing them."
"Ok! See you there!" the enthusiasm in her voice was clear.
I lay there a moment, eyes closed, stroking myself. Images of our coupling on the bike running through my head and her slurping my cum off her panties, the sticky liquid dripping off her lips and chin, smearing on her face.
I sent a text to Mike to tell him I was coming over, then quickly washed and dressed.
When I arrived at the house, Amber was already there. Lisa was picking out stuff and getting Amber to try it on.
"Amber hey?" Mike said to me out of earshot of the girls. "Good pickup! Anything in the future?"
"Crikey Mike, I hardly know the girl!" I retorted. "Anyway, what is she, eighteen? Nineteen? I'm twenty-seven. The age gap might be a little big."
"She's a hot little number though," Mike said admiringly, as we spied her in the room looking at the selection on the bed. "At least I can say I banged the babysitter by proxy!" and slapped me on the back while he burst out laughing.
"Har, de har har," I responded. "Do you always have sex on the brain?"
"Yup!" he answered.
"Well, back off buddy. That's my job!" and punched him playfully in the ribs.
"Here she is guys!" Lisa announced.
Amber stepped from behind Lisa dressed in bike gear.
Mike and I gave a simultaneous wolf whistle. Hot! She was incendiary!
She wore a ladies leather jacket that accentuated her already broad shoulders and slim waist. Half unzipped down the front with her long blonde braided ponytail slung across her left shoulder and hanging down between her breasts to her navel.
Kevlar reinforced denims hung off her hips and tucked into knee high leather boots. I wanted to take her right there on the spot. My eyes ran up and down her form as Lisa explained.
"We couldn't find any suitable leather pants as I'm a bit longer in the legs and more hippy than Amber, so we settled on the Kevlar jeans, which were easier to tuck into the boots."
Mike chirped up, breaking the spell, "Hey guys, we've got hot pancakes and fresh coffee. Want a bite to eat before you head off?"
We sat at the table and ate our fill of the magnificent breakfast Lisa had made. Young Christopher who had been playing in the lounge came up to me.
"Da da!" he babbled, reaching his arms out to me. He then looked at Mike. "Da da?" he said again, quizzically. We laughed and Lisa picked him up.
