Amber was a high school senior. At five foot eight she was a little on the tall side and of a medium build. She had dark blonde hair that was thick and slightly wavy. It reached down to her mid-back. She liked to think she had a pretty face with soft features and lovely blue-green eyes with only the slightest hint of freckles around her nose. She was a bit disappointed that in her senior year her breasts were no longer growing and had only reached a small C cup. Though firm and mostly free of flab, save for a touch of baby fat, she also wished she had a little more in the butt department. Her hips, on the other hand, were nice and shapely and her legs, though a bit on the thick side, were muscular from years of dance classes.
Graduation was approaching in only a couple of months and she still had yet to pick out a college. That's how the classroom daydreaming had started, worrying about her future, but her thoughts quickly drifted to off to something else that'd been weighing on her mind even more as of late. No matter what she tried focusing on her mind kept going back to the issue that had made for quite a few sleepless nights.
Puberty had come on a little late for Amber's tastes, as she felt left behind when all of the other girls started developing a couple of years before her. She had made the mental connection between her relatively late blooming and her lack of desire for dating during her high school years. Most of her friends had had multiple boyfriends and the majority had lost their virginity well before sixteen. Thoughts of both sex, and of love, were now popping into her head more frequently throughout the day. Still, though she felt the pick-up in libido and the desire for intimacy comforting, a confirmation that though puberty had visited her a little late it definitely had not skipped over her.
No matter what though Amber felt like an odd-duck. She'd only kissed a boy for the first time shortly after her sixteenth birthday and had never had a real boyfriend to speak of. Then, a few months ago, her friend Cameron, who she'd known since they were both babies, having been born only a few days apart and having always lived next door to each other, was staying over for the weekend because his parents were out of town and Amber had decided to see what all of the fuss over a love life was about. She had just turned 18 and felt that she was really lagging behind in the love life department compared to everyone else she knew. Cameron had been more than compliant when she'd snuck downstairs after everyone had gone to bed and snuggled up next to him on the couch declaring that she wanted to see what sex felt like.
Most boys would have been taken by surprise but Cameron and Amber had known each other for a long time and he knew very well that she could be tremendously blunt at times. She wasn't sure, but she figured that he was still a virgin as well, as he'd never really done much dating either. He quickly confirmed her suspicion nervously. She was sure that he was afraid he wouldn't do it right and make her happy and that that is why he'd told her. Before that moment Amber had never thought about how guys are probably just as scared and anxious for their first time as girls are. She really hadn't considered the pressure that existed for a boy. Sure, girls were very worried about "doing it good" their first time and not being a let-down, but she reasoned that as long as the plumbing worked (essentially everything got wet down there) that the guy wouldn't know too much better. Not one to be uneducated Amber had taken it upon herself to read up a good bit on sex and she now knew that if a boy was too nervous he could lose his erection. She certainly hoped that didn't happen, both because she was looking forward to the encounter but also did not want Cameron getting some kind of complex about his body or his performance or anything.
She decided she was over-thinking the whole thing! "Time to turn the brain off for a bit." she told herself.
They kissed for a bit and Amber definitely liked the way his hands roamed all over her body, especially the way they felt rubbing up and down her back. Cameron tried nibbling on one of her nipples but his technique was awkward and after a few moments she coerced him to stop by beginning to kiss on his neck and then down his chest. She could tell that he was getting nervous as she tugged at his shorts but there was something she really wanted to try.
She'd seen a few pornos and had gotten the most arousal out of the oral scenes, both the girl going down on the guy and the ones where the guy went down on the girl. She felt too pensive to ask Cameron to lick her cunny, even though she really wanted to see what it felt like. That wasn't, however, going to stop her from seeing what a penis felt like in her mouth.
"What is it going to taste like?" she wondered to herself. She wasn't worried about hygiene as she'd seen him take a nice long shower before bed. She'd tasted her own pussy juices before when masturbating, would it taste like that?
Much to her surprise it popped free of his shorts as soon as she pulled them down. It was dark in the living room and even darker under the blanket but she'd felt it brush her cheek as it'd broke free from its prison. She heard him mutter something, probably saying that she didn't have to, but Amber wasn't about to stop. She'd never even seen a penis before, not in real life. She giggled, thought about how she still hadn't "seen" one as it was too dark to see it. That didn't stop her from feeling it though, as she inspected it for a moment with her fingers before sticking out her tongue and licking around the little ridge she found extremely interesting.
"What did people do before the internet?" she posited. Yes she'd never touched a dick before or looked at one up close in person but thanks to image search she pretty much knew what to expect as far as the general anatomy and shape of things.
