AN IMPORTANT AND ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY INTRODUCTION
This is a true story.
It has been quite a while since I have written a story alone.
A lady friend and I were writing here under another name for a while and Intimate Confessions sort of lapsed into semi-retirement.
We are still friends, this lady and I. We are not writing erotica together for the time being.
While I certainly miss our mutual brainstorming (masturbation) sessions, it is time once again for me to take up the pen as a solo author.
Those of you who are familiar with my work know that I believe an erotic story involves more than naked people doing sexual things with one another.
There are the characters, each with their own history, set of motivations and story to tell. There are situations that usually contribute to the heat of any story.
And there is romance.
Is romance necessary to an erotic story?
Romance is absolutely necessary!
Without some kind of romance all that the story will be is random fucking. You don't need me to describe that. Just go down to the cattle pen any Saturday night in the spring and you can watch all the random fucking you want.
My stories are longer than typical offerings on Literotica. This allows for character development and multiple encounters, each hotter than the last.
If you are looking for a woman to walk in on a guy who is masturbating, whip her clothes off and say, "Oh baby, let's fuck." in the first three pages of the story... this isn't the story for you.
As a matter of fact if that's what you're looking for, bail right now. You won't enjoy yourself. You'll spend all your time skipping around the story looking for the "dirty parts" and skip over the stuff that makes them dirty in the first place.
So you've been warned.
If, on the other hand if you enjoy a slow-smoldering build up, progressively more sexual situations ending in multiple come-soaked scenarios involving various perversions, I'm your guy. Grab the lubricant, the vibrator or the dildo as the case may be and get ready for a rocking good time.
You might as well know that I am writing this with a fairly well developed erection, mainly because I already know the story. My heartfelt hope is that reading this will have the same effect on you.
Hopefully ladies reading this will soon be as flushed and tingling as men. I include plenty of showing-off teasing...and romance as well as several situations I know will arouse the interest of most of the women reading this.
So enough about my writing, here's the story:
As I said at the beginning, it is a true story...it really happened...to me. Enjoy.
END OF THE IMPORTANT AND ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY INTRODUCTION -- BEGINNING OF THE STORY.
Some years ago I broke up with my Big Love Carol and I started hanging around with her best friend, Amber in hopes that this would lead to a reunification between Carol and I.
Carol disappeared forever but Amber and I continued hanging out.
Amber was determined to remain a virgin until she married and for a while this wasn't a problem. She would come over and we'd watch some TV, have something to eat and she'd go home.
There were other girls and I was comfortable having a platonic friendship with Amber. She was my last remaining link to the now absent Carol.
Amber lost her job and then her apartment. She asked if she could move in with me until she got on her feet again. I said yes.
She had just moved to Denver a few months ago, had few friends and no family in the area.
Amber was a little girl, maybe 5 foot three inches tall with long, strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was quite attractive with a compact shapely body. She tended toward jeans and T-shirts.
She had freckles.
I had never considered her a sexual friend.
We decided that we would have to sleep in the same bed. I did not have a full-sized couch in my living room and the apartment was a small, one bedroom.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures" I said at the time.
We moved her few possessions into my apartment. It took about 20 minutes; the time it took to carry the two dilapidated suitcases, lamp and milk crate of books up three flights of stairs. She spent the rest of the day looking for work.
That night, we had dinner together on my sagging, but still presentable, comfortable loveseat and spent the evening watching old re-runs on my fuzzy black-and-white TV together.
When bedtime came I climbed in first and turned off the lights. When Amber climbed in a few minutes later I was nearly asleep. I had a king-sized bed, so Amber and I had ample space and weren't jammed together.
At that time I slept in my boxer shorts and a T-shirt.
When we woke in the morning and Amber got out of bed I discovered that she slept only in her panties. I had a breathtaking glimpse of her flawless body as she dashed into the bathroom that remained with me for the rest of the day.
Over the next week I discovered that Amber was very casual about her mode of dress when we were at home together, especially around bedtime.
She clearly thought of us as brother and sister.
Often, she left the bedroom door open while she changed her clothing or used the bathroom.
She never wore a bra. I was able to admire her body frequently, if surreptitiously, as she went about her business.
After about two weeks, I realized that living in such close quarters had reduced my ability to masturbate in private to practically zero.
I hoped she would land a job quickly. As much as I enjoyed having her around my level of frustration was growing by the day.
I never stopped to consider that she might be experiencing growing frustration as well.
As time went on without me making a pass, her trust grew.
We both became more comfortable with one another.
She became more open about going topless and frequently her shirt came off an hour or two before bedtime. It was impossible for me to totally ignore this.
Once or twice she stripped entirely before going in to take a shower.
This usually left me lying in bed with an erection that would slowly wilt, usually after I drifted off to sleep.
After living together for about a month, I returned home from a particularly brutal date to find her awake and topless in our bed. When I walked out of the bathroom I had a rigid erection tenting my boxers that we both ignored as I climbed in.
"How'd it go?" she asked sweetly.
"Not good" I replied.
"Well, what happened?"
"After the movie we spent about an hour making out...but we didn't really..."
"What?"
"You know...get down to anything serious."
"That must be very frustrating."
"You have no idea."
"Actually...I do."
"Really?"
"Yeah" she murmured. "I've been out on dates like that where we kissed and kissed and touched until I thought I was going to jump out of my skin."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well usually I went to sleep horny...or"
"Or what?"
"Well...you know...let my fingers do the walking."
"That would be awkward right now."
"Yeah...you're probably right. Well, sleep tight."
"Goodnight".
Our conversation had done little to help me deescalate from my degree of arousal as I imagined Amber fingers doing the walking, but eventually I drifted off to an uneasy sleep.
I was dreaming.
It was one of those crazy dreams that you never quite remember. It was a sex dream probably fueled by the fact that I had been unable to jack off for about a month. I remember that I was very excited and Amber was mixed up in it somehow.
I woke with a start and the realization that I had a very hard erection.
Amber and I were curled up like spoons with my rigid cock pressing against her. She was moving back and forth against it. She had shifted her body so my cock fit between her legs and she was able to rub it against her pussy.
I thought she was asleep but apparently having a dream of her own because as she moved a clearly wet and aroused pussy back and forth against my stiffness, she would whimper occasionally.
I honestly don't know how long this had been going on but clearly Amber was about to climax.
Before I could contemplate the ethical implications of my position Amber began to shudder against me. Her already wet panties became quite a bit wetter as she climaxed.
I was shocked, but apparently Amber was still asleep. She let lose a long rattling snore and turned over leaving me with a cock that was fully erect and dripping...with no relief in sight.
It was absolutely useless trying to go back to sleep; my dick was as hard as a steel pipe and all I could think about is how good it would feel to climax.
I considered masturbating right there, but with Amber snoozing peacefully on the other side of the bed I realized that this could become...awkward.
I slipped out from under the covers and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
As aroused as I was I wanted this to last at least a little while so instead of just stroking my cock until I blew a load I just touched it lightly running my fingers up and down the length of my rigid erection.
I was so hard and what I was doing felt so nice.
Each trip up and down brought me closer to that ultimate moment. I was dripping pre-come in a steady stream. Using this as a lubricant I wrapped my hand around my cock and gave it a couple of fast strokes and then stopped and let my cock throb and drip.
I wanted to make the moment last a little longer.
I throbbed once or twice more and just as it seemed like I was going to be able to hold off from shooting my cream the door opened and Amber stood there naked with her panties clutched in her hand.
If I hadn't been so preoccupied with my own experience, I would have noticed that the light in the other room had been turned on, seen the light shining under the door. Frankly, by this time I was in the zone.
When the door opened I was utterly unprepared; caught with my pants down, so to speak.
This moment is frozen in my mind. The bedside lamp was spilling light into the bathroom illuminating me completely and at the same time concealing Amber's nudity in shadow.
"Oh, excuse me" she blurted but before she could look away I began to ejaculate a month's worth of pent-up sperm into the air. It splashed like a geyser.
I still don't know what pushed me over the edge, but there was no stopping what was happening.
Apparently, Amber was unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of cream shooting out of my hard cock into the air and spattering on the bathroom floor. She watched with rapt attention as I continued to ejaculate with the agony of embarrassment and arousal.
As my climax subsided Amber stepped into the bathroom and did something completely unexpected. Without speaking, she knelt and used her panties to wipe the warm pool of cream off the floor and then dropped them into the hamper.
