I have been with Mike for about 4 months by this time. Things are going well. The sex gets better each time we have it and I love how hard his cock is and how deep he penetrates me. How hard he fucks me, how many times he makes me cum and how good he uses his dick in both my pussy and up my ass. And oddly enough, even though his biggest "point" to me when we first starting talking was; dating Bi-Sexual women, he has yet to ever say anything or even bring it up to me.
But I will admit. There have been so many nights, when I am not with him that I have fantasized about making love to a woman and eating pussy. All those conversations with Gia -- and yes, I bombarded her with follow-up questions -- all the easy access to porn from my phone, coupled with the vivid thoughts, like the one I had when I gave Mike his first blowjob, has culminated to me wanting it! And wanting it bad. I just didn't know where to get it or how to ask a woman for it.
I thought, should I go on a dating site? Should I just start hanging at bars, or even lesbian bars, hoping to find an interested girl. Should I ask Mike to guide me, maybe he knows someone. But I just didn't want to be throwing myself out to the wind, hoping to find "someone" to sleep with. That's where Amber comes in.
I have worked with Amber for about four years now. I have seen her meet-up and break-up with boy after boy since I have known her. She tries so hard, but usually (like me) dates the wrong douchebag asshole and gets hurt. Amber is 26, young and naΓ―ve, but sexy and full of life. She stands about 5'7 inches tall. She is thin, but has modest C cups tits, a nice bubble ass, with long brown hair, which she has partially highlighted blonde. She has one to many ear piercings, but has veered away from anything on her face. She is always running in the door in the morning with seconds to spare and always wants to leave early. She is a sweetheart and will give you the shirt off of her back. Problem is; she can't afford the shirt to give it to you.
One day I'm outside on break having a cigarette, when Amber comes storming out. She is mad that this most recent guy she started seeing, has cheated on her and is now begging her for forgiveness. She is just so aggravated at the dating scene and the men she's finding. I try to calm her down, cause lord knows I've been there when I jokingly say to her, "Maybe you should try dating women."
"I've tried that too; it didn't work any better." She madly expelled.
I about chocked on the drag of my cigarette. "Wait you've dated women before?" I asked.
"Oh yah, from Highschool on." She stated. "I've had a few girlfriends. I just like boys more."
I was intrigued by her answer, but wasn't actually shocked or surprised by it. Guess I should have expected it from a wild child like her. And in all reality, I was quite okay with her telling me. Like I almost expected to hear something like that from her.
"Well Amber, you'll figure it out one way or another." I said as I started walking back inside work.
I didn't think about what she said, or what she's done anymore that day at work. But that night when I was all alone in my room tossing and turning, I could envision her making out with some hot college girls. Seeing them feeling up each other's tits. Rubbing their pussies and getting naked and going to town. And it got me hot! Then those thoughts turned to me. I pictured her with me alone in my office. Her kissing me, seducing me. Her sliding my chair away from my desk. No one around to see us, just her and I. Her face between my legs eating my pussy out from under my desk. Looking deeply in her eyes as her mouth and tongue bring me to orgasm.
Me returning the favor as I lift her up from her knees, sliding her pants and panties down. Sitting her sexy ass on my desk. My face and head dipping downwards as she spreads her legs, putting the heels of her feet up on the desk. Her dripping wet pussy in my mouth. I finally couldn't take the fantasy anymore and had to finger myself to orgasm, just to sleep.
The next few days at work, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her tight blue jeans, her usual black just below the knee's boots, her tight shirts, showing those younger perky tits. Her hair flowing in the wind, or up in a pony tail as she sometimes wears it. Her walk, her tone, her sexiness. I was becoming quiet attracted to her and knowing she's fucked girls, made my desires towards her even hotter.
Thursday afternoon I decided to take the chance, I asked Amber if she'd like to meet for a drink on Saturday night. I wanted to see if I could sit alone with her, have a meaningful, adult conversation; or would I be trying to get involved with a childish millennial girl, who couldn't take anything seriously. She agreed and we met at a club near her house. I was still uneasy and unsure about all of this since she was a co-worker. But I figured if something didn't go as smoothly as I hoped, I could always play it off as I was there to support her with her guy problems.
I texted Mike and told him I was going out with a co-worker that night and I felt that maybe I needed a girl's night out. He was happy for me -- saddened that we went going to see each other - but happy that I could get away.
Amber and I had a good time that night. We had a few drinks; we danced to a little to rock n roll from the juke box. We played a couple games of darts, although both of us suck at it. But we enjoyed each other's company. We spoke briefly about her "boy problems" and at the end of the night, we had both had a nice time out getting to know each other more.
Amber had been dropped off at the bar. She told me she didn't want to drive if she was going to be drinking. So, at the end of the night I stood outside with her until her Uber came. As it pulled up, she flicked her cigarette away, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big sloppy wet kiss on my cheek. I returned the favor and gave her one back. She whispered in my ear, "I had such a great time tonight, Angela, I love you for getting me out."
I held her hand as she pulled away, until both of our arms were stretched out and we had to let go. After she got in the car, she blew me a kiss and the Uber pulled away.
When I got home, I texted Mike to let him know I was home. We chatted by text for a bit but I didn't want him to know I was out looking for our third; or at least hoping for our third and maybe my first lesbian experience, in case it didn't pan out. I didn't want to lead him or get him wound up, if she backed out because of him. So, I kept the interest to myself. He never asked, nor questioned me on who I was with or what I was doing. He was just happy I got a night out for myself and got to have some fun.
The next week on Wednesday afternoon I was in my office when Amber lightly knocked on my door. She stood there in the doorway pinning herself up to the door frame; legs crossed, kind of nervous and hiding as if she was having trouble being herself.
"What's up?" I asked.
"So, I had a great time on Saturday with you Angela. I was wondering if you wanted to go out another night, like Friday or Saturday? Maybe the same place, or somewhere by you?" She asked.
I could tell she wasn't so much worried about going out, as much as I think she was very nervous about asking me.
"Sure" I replied. "What Day?"
"How's Friday?" She asked.
"Works for me." I replied. "Right after work or a little later?"