Here is the third chapter of Amber's story, or Steve's, which started as a one off story has grown into something else altogether. If you are new to the story line, it might behoove you to start with "Amber" then read "Amber at Home," then this one.
Everyone in the story is at least eighteen
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I had driven home slowly staring at the text from Meredith, "I know what you did." I decided to take the bravado route and replied, "?"
Her near immediate response was, "Be there tonight to discuss."
'Fucking great' I thought. Maureen and Yvonne were in Michigan visiting Maureen's Mom; I was barely into my annual bachelor time. To cap off day one, I would have to deal with an angry sister-in-law, who probably thought I had fucked her daughter, rightly so.
Pouring myself a whiskey I gulped it down and deliberated on how the day will progress; or more precisely 'tonight.'
Around 5:00 the doorbell rang and I opened it with a sense of dread. My Anxiety turned out to be misplaced as Kim stood at the door. Amber has the greatest tits I ever had the pleasure of touching and playing with by far. Kim though was in a league of her own. She was the prototypical cheerleader; five foot two tall she weighed all of 90 or 95 pounds. She was always happy and chipper. She was the type of kid you loved to hate, or hated to love.
Her ass and legs were hard as rocks, as was her entire body. B cup tits were constantly caressed by her long black hair, which always had the look of being freshly done. Her dark brown eyes looked as if they were in the middle of a joke and had the appearance of melted milk chocolate. She was nothing short of fantastically gorgeous, perfectly proportioned.
To top it off, she was a pretty great kid despite of her mother. She could command a room if she wanted, but never did, always enjoying other's pleasure while they were the center of attention.
"Hey Kim, come on in." I said.
"Hi Steve, I am here for Amber's bag; I can't believe she forgot it here." Kim said as she nearly skipped into the house.
We walked through to the kitchen where Kim grabbed the bag. Turning to me she asked, "Steve, what happened?"
I looked at her like I had no idea what she was talking about asking, "What do you mean?"
"Well, Meredith and Amber have been fighting all day; Amber is threatening to move out if Meredith doesn't chill." Kim said.
"They have always fought Kim, you know that. They can be pretty nasty to each other."
Kim sat down at the kitchen table, her voice bordering exasperation, "Yes, I know. But this is different. There is an undercurrent of something that I do not understand."
Looking at Kim, I once again wondered what it would be like to fuck her up the ass. This time however, the image of Amber sitting below me sucking my balls while I was doing so, stirred my cock enough. I sat down opposite Kim before she noticed the rapidly hardening appendage. "Well, what did Amber tell you?"
"Nothing really other than she had the greatest birthday ever," Kim said morosely.
I chuckled saying, "Well, I am glad to hear that."
I couldn't imagine how that would have caused a negative reaction, but Kim flashed me a look that was gone as fast as it had appeared, containing anger, jealousy or something. "She told me about what happened at the theater last night." Kim's voice was more guarded than I had ever heard from her before.
"Oh?"
"About how the woman played with your cock until you came." Kim's voice still held the same strained neutrality.
"Did she tell Meredith?" I asked.
Kim nodded and said, "It was some story. Does that kind of thing happen often on your dates with Amber?"
I shook my head, "No. That is the first time anything outside the ordinary ever happened on date night."
Kim's eyes pooled as she asked, "Was it the last thing?"
I have to admit the girl had a future as an interrogator if she wanted one, or perhaps I wasn't being guarded enough, which had to change. "I don't know what you mean, Kim," I said.
Kim sighed, "Okay, well, I need to go and give Amber her bag back." Standing up, her perfect ass swayed tantalizingly before me as she started walking toward the front door. With a dry mouth, I followed far enough behind her to be able to ogle her ass as it swayed left and right. I could feel myself stirring at the sight before me; thinking I really need to get a grip on myself; figuratively this time. I was getting out of control with all the lusty thoughts lately.
I wasn't prepared for it when Kim stopped at the door. She wrapped one arm around my shoulders, giving me a hug. Pressing her torso into me, she couldn't have helped but feel my half hard cock press against her. Her body certainly had a youthful hardness which was how I had imagined it. She felt great, better than great. The heat of her stomach pressing against my rigid prick sent a thrill through my body that I was still enjoying as I heard her say, "Good night, Steve."
I watched her walk to her car as I involuntarily licked my lips once or twice. Kim waved as she climbed in, gracing me with a smile before she drove off.
Heading back through the house I poured a whiskey then stepped outside to drink it while smoking a cigarette or two. I put some music on the system that fed outside and sat drinking, trying like hell not to think of hard bodies, soft bodies and pissed off sister-in-laws. It was terribly difficult to find that center of balance that had served me so well over the years. I was excited. My breathing came in short little pants, my body so sensitive that normal wear and rub of clothing, especially my underwear, turned me on.
I don't know if I ever felt so damned
ALIVE.
The music was soothing, the whiskey delicious and the smokes delightful as I sat on the patio watching the sun on its downward trek for the night. I wasn't really paying attention, but was not surprised when I heard the patio door open. Meredith said, "There he is, the great pervert," as she closed the door.
"Hello Meredith." I was going to have to get control of this, but I didn't know what Amber had told her.
"How could you, you bastard!" Meredith wasn't screaming yet, but sounded like she would soon.
"How could I what? What is it exactly that you think I did?" I asked, taking a morally reprehensible position, but I thought it may just work.
Meredith hissed, "You had my baby jack you off in my house today! Just like that whore did for you last night! DID YOU SET THAT UP TOO!?!?!?" By the time she got it all out, she was screaming, her face red in fury.
I looked at her and waited. After a minute of soundlessly raging at me she snatched up my whiskey pounding it back like an expert lush. Grabbing my cigarettes she pulled one out, which I lit for her as she sat in the chair next to me. Expelling the smoke in a long breath, she finally turned to me. "Are you ready to listen Meredith, or do you want to continue to rant all night?"
She took another drag and said, "Go ahead, this I have to hear."
I turned toward her, leaned forward, elbows on my knees then softly said, "Yes, something happened at your house today, something she asked for, over and over..."
"SHE'S A BABY YOU FUCKER!" Meredith screamed.
"She maybe a baby," I started reasonably. "But she is old enough to make her own choices, and she is very curious about boys. Sex in particular it seems. How could she not be when her best friend's mother is never home because she is off fucking some dude?"
I had scored a hit. I then lowered my voice, "Or when her mother is out every weekend doing the same thing."
I didn't blame any of the guys Meredith slept with one bit. Had I met Meredith before Maureen, I would have been fucking her myself. In fact I have fantasized about hammering her hooch into docility more than once or twice over the years. Meredith was a certifiable brunette MILF. Standing about 5'9" inches tall she was sleek and sexy. She moved like she knew every man in town wanted to fuck her. She had that air about her that suggested, 'Just line them up, and then perhaps she would.' Her tits were significantly smaller than Amber's at a large B or small C cup. Her waist was tight, narrow, and firm. Her ass cheeks bubbled nicely; they never jiggled. Her legs were long, shapely, a study in classic lines. She possessed the second best lower body of the women I knew; a distant second to Kim, but great nonetheless. Years of sweating every day with Gilead kept her in great shape; fucking as much as I thought she did certainly wouldn't hurt her any.
Meredith's face turned stony as she hissed, "At least I am not preying on children."
"Your baby, like my own, is a young woman. She is no child and yes, I let her jack me off. Pray tell Meredith, which would you prefer? Someone you know is clean, allowing her to jack him off to offset her curiosity, or some dude off the street plugging her as many ways as he can think of?"
"You are going to pay for this, Steve." Meredith said, her voice calm, which was in a way scarier than the raving of earlier.
"You already know I will tell Maureen about it, so you can't hold that against me," I said.
"You will not." Meredith said, dead certain she was right.
Trying to burst this moment of confidence Meredith had, I said, "Sure I will. If I hide it then I am guilty of something, whereas if I tell her about it, I can let her know it was the most amazingly soft and gentle hand job I had ever received."
She sat there and looked at me in shock. Her face an open book as the emotions that were warring in her played out. "Get me a beer, Steve," she finally said.
I stood, went inside and packed a small cooler with six beers topping it with some ice. Filling an ice bucket I grabbed a bottle of whiskey then headed outside. Meredith was sitting on the lounge talking on the phone, "See you soon," hanging up as I arrived.
I sat down as Meredith said, "I want to see it, Steve."
