Amber the babysitter 9.
Exactly six months after Amber gave me the promise ring and asked me to be with her forever, she graduated from college. It was a warm, sunny, blue-sky day as I sat in the wooden chairs on the football field, patiently waiting for her to walk across the stage. My heart was warm and proud as she glided across the stage in her cap and gown, shook hands with the dean, accepted her folder, and walked off stage. I wanted to scream aloud, whistle, and yell her name, but like every graduation now, the audience was asked to refrain from any cheers, applause, or whistles until all participants had crossed the stage.
When the ceremony was over, we took pictures with her family, mine, the kids, and us alone. The weekend before the ceremony, I had bought her a dress and heels to match, and a day before, we went and had our hair and nails done. She looked amazing. She had grown into such a beautiful woman in the short time that I had known her, and I knew deep in my heart that our future was wide open as long as we held the bond we agreed to.
We all went out to eat a late lunch, and after, my kids went home with my parents so she and I could celebrate her graduation. The big party for her was at her parent's house the next day. Tonight, though, some of her college friends had agreed to meet that night at a bar downtown for some drinks and livelihood. I told her she could go alone if she wanted to celebrate with them by herself, but she would have nothing to do with it. She wanted me there and was not ashamed or scared to let everyone know I was her girlfriend and that we were in love.
The mid-afternoon sun shined down on my car as we drove home. We wanted to go home and change before heading to the bar. But, as we drove, I had a big urge to make love to her. I was so aroused that my woman, my love, and my future wife had just graduated from college. Even more enlightening was that we would celebrate her accomplishments and that I was just as big of a part of it as anyone else she knew. That she wanted me there. As we drove, we were holding hands, talking, and laughing. We were reeling in the happiness of the day. Realizing that our future was ahead of us, and once things were settled and she got a job, we would move even further with our lives together.
I couldn't control my desires. I wanted her that second. I was soaking wet, so horny, and felt so alive that I had to have her right now. I drove around, deviating from my plan to head home until I found empty parking spaces way in the back of the parking lot, behind a row of factories. When I pulled the car into the spot, with the tail end of my car facing away from the building, Amber asked, "What are you doing? Why did we stop here?"
I couldn't put into words the excitement I was feeling inside, let alone my passion for her. I leaned over and kissed her deeply, moving her graduation folder from her hand, tossing it into the backseat, and rubbing my hand along the side of her face.
When I pulled away from our kiss, I whispered to her, "I am so proud of you. I am overly excited for our future, and I can't wait to be your wife and spend our lives together."
Amber smiled widely, and her eyes lit up because I think that was one of the first times I initiated the conversation about being together forever and how happy I was for her.
I reached down between their car seats, pulled the lever upwards, and edged her seat all the way back. The look of shock in her eyes was fascinating to see. Like an uncoordinated fool, I climbed up and over my armrest and wiggled myself down onto the floorboard between her legs. I held her hands, looked deeply into her eyes, and told her, "I love you, and I can't wait for us to be married."
Amber smiled, and tears started growing in her eyes as she whispered, "I love you too."
Before she could even grasp what I was about to do, I slid her dress all the way up her legs. I rubbed up and down over her thighs and stared deeply into her eyes as my hands warmed her soft, smooth skin. I forced her legs open and started kissing my way up between her thighs.
"Here?" She asked nervously as my face and hair got closer and closer to her pussy.
"Yes, here," I answered her loudly.
"I want you. I need your pussy. I need to taste you." I replied.
I grabbed the sides of her pretty red panties and, with her assistance, lifting her ass slightly off my seat; I slid them down and off. I rubbed them across my face and alongside my cheek, just taking in the moment of sliding them off and feeling the silky smoothness of her panties against my skin before I rose slightly, extended my arm, and placed them in her mouth.
I yanked her legs down further towards my crouching body, spread them open, and dove face-first right onto her hot, tight, little pussy. My tongue swirled around her clit, tasting the sweat, she had emanated sitting in the hot sun, waiting for her moment on the stage. I licked up and down deeply across her lips, damn near down to her asshole, and back up, with as much tongue, pressure, and saliva as I could muster.
Minute after minute went by as I crouched down, eating her pussy, bringing her to orgasm. I was like a wild woman. I couldn't get enough. Somehow, I managed to get my dress up, my pantyhose slightly down, and my hand was playing with my pussy, just as hard and forcefully as I was sucking on hers. The moment she came sent my fingers into a frenzy, causing me to orgasm while rubbing my clit. I felt excited that I had gotten her off while getting myself off.
If I could have crawled inside of her, I would have. The more I licked her and tried to tongue fuck her, the sloppier and wetter she became. The louder she moaned, shook, and whimpered, the more I pressed into her harder. And during it all, she had wiggled her arms out of the top of her dress, pulled her bra up, and she was cupping, squeezing, and playing with her tits.
I couldn't tell you if it was the excitement of her graduation or the fact she had entered the next phase of her life. That we were "out" to everyone and that she wanted me to be a part of her life every day. If I had accepted, I was now a lesbian, or if it was all things combined, but I couldn't get enough. I could have knelt there, balled up on the floorboard of my car, eating her out until sunset, feeling my pussy pulsing, throbbing, and dripping juices down my legs.
When Amber came again, she screamed out, "Stop! Baby, you gotta stop," as she pushed my face away from her pussy.
She pulled my face up to hers and whispered, "That was incredible, but I need a minute," as she gasped for air.
I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her deeply. She was still trying to catch her breath as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me tightly into her. But I wasn't done. Before her breath even calmed and her muscles eased, I slid my hand down between her legs and onto her pussy. I felt her flinch, and as much as she needed that moment, I wasn't done with her yet. I slowly and seductively rubbed over her pussy, feeling how wet and open she was as my fingers passed by her slit. I was - without a doubt - absolutely, positively in love with her, and I wanted her to know that no other man, no other dick, no other woman, or no other pussy was ever going to replace her.
Amber started forcefully pushing my dress off my shoulders, trying to get it down or off. When she had it down far enough, she slid her hand down under my bra and grasped my left tit. The warmth of her hand on me made me pause, accepting the pleasure she was trying to show me.
I pulled from the body and managed to get my dress over my head, unclasped my bra, and slid my pantyhose as far down as I could get them since I was still kneeling on the floorboard. Amber raised her dress over her head and was sitting naked, except for her bra, which was still perched up by her neck.
