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Amber instantly froze solid, not budging an inch. "Right now?" she said in disbelief, staring at me with wide eyes, almost seeming like she didn't know what to do. Like, he'd thrown a situation at her she wasn't prepared to handle.
"Yeah, if you don't mind. I know you just left a few hours ago, but it's not like my dorm is super far away from your place. Or I can come over there."
I started putting more effort into pleasuring her again.
"Did you forget Ryan is here?" she hissed, trying not to gasp as her legs tensed and strained.
"Oh right. Well, do you want the five-hundred or not? Because I want to fuck that hot pussy of yours."
I could tell she wasn't sure how to respond, possibly not thinking straight from being high on the ecstasy I was giving her. "Umm, let me think about it, okay? I'll give you a call back in a little bit."
"Okay sure," he said cheerfully, sounding hopeful. "Talk to you later then."
"Later!" she gasped, ending the call and tossing the phone, grabbing my head with both hands.
"Oh fuck, baby. I'm so close! If you make me cum like this, you'll be the first guy ever!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and suddenly wanted to do anything necessary to make her cum as hard as she ever had in her entire life. Because she'd just told me I could be a first for her, and I wanted that desperately -- to do what no other guy had done before.
Of course, the problem was, I wasn't sure if I could really manage what I was doing much longer. I'd already spent who knows how long doing this, and was sincerely tiring out now. Which meant I needed to add something to the mix. Anything to push her over the edge.
I continued rubbing my finger roughly against her G-spot as I stopped sucking long enough to speak.
"Are you going to go and fuck him for money?" I wondered, trying to sound hopeful.
It was clear she was confused by my tone. "Do you want me to?" she gasped, a weird erotic look to her eyes at my dirty talk.
Honestly, I definitely did not, but I also wanted her to cum really hard, and I knew what to say to do it.
"Yeah, go do it, baby. Go fuck his brains out, like the dirty little slut you are." I immediately went back to sucking on her clit as hard as I could.
"Oh fuck," she exclaimed, her fingers grasping fistfuls of my hair. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!"
She screamed, abruptly cumming all over my hand, my chin suddenly wet with her juice.
Her entire body was trembling and shaking, seeming to become rigid as hell while she curled into me, her tits suddenly on the top of my hair as she held my head tightly in her grasp, the motion pushing my face away from her pussy and into her belly.
I kept rubbing her G-spot though, not planning on stopping until she told me to.
She then sucked in a ragged breath after holding it for a long few seconds, her hand abruptly reaching down for my wrist.
I stopped immediately, not budging an inch, my entire head buried against her stomach and underneath her tits, my fingers still in her pulsing snatch, but otherwise motionless.
Finally deciding to ease them out, she twitched repeatedly until they were free, her breathing heavy now as if she'd truly run a marathon. Then, I reached up around her leg to wipe my hand on the blanket, only to slip both arms above her thighs and wrap them around her waist. She sat up just a little bit as I hugged her, being able to better wrap her arms around my head and pull my cheek firmly against her toned belly.
We were both quiet for several minutes, the only sound being our combined breathing.
Once she seemed to collect herself some, she sucked in a deep breath. Her tone was endearing, but also a little questioning. "You don't really want me to go fuck right now, do you?" she wondered.
I shook my head just incrementally. "No, not really. I want to spend the day with you. Just figured the dirty talk might help."
"Okay, that's what I figured," she replied, only to sigh. "Fuck, baby, you're so wonderful. And yeah, I'll call him back and tell him it will have to wait for a month. Or maybe just message him."
"Cool," I replied, hoping I'd really just scored some major points with her, and also thankful I had a month to go before I had to deal with her fucking him again. Maybe I could get her to fall for me by then, though I knew I should keep my expectations more realistic. "So now what?" I wondered.
She took a deep breath, and slowly let go, leaning back carefully like she was afraid she might hurt herself if she did it too fast. In response, I leaned forward with her motion, my shirt now pressed against her soaked womanhood, my upper arms on her hips. She reached out and cupped my cheek as she held my gaze, her light green eyes affectionate, endearing, and passionate all at once. "Mind if I get into something more comfortable?" she asked quietly.
She gave me a sympathetic look. "Don't worry, baby. It'll be sexy. Figured I'd wear what I had on this morning. If you want."
I considered that for a second, sincerely wanting to see her in that dainty silk lingerie again, her tits so easily accessed, but also recalling that she'd worn it for a purpose. "You had that on all night, I'm assuming?" I commented.
"Is that okay?" she wondered hesitantly.
I nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. But there's no cum on it or anything, right?"
She gave me a small reassuring smile. "I don't think so. He wore a condom when we fucked, but I didn't make him wear one all night. Could have gotten hard and leaked on me. Want me to check?"
Thinking back to earlier that morning, I realized I hadn't noticed anything significant, and I also didn't want to miss out just because of a tiny insignificant smudge. "No, that's fine. I'm not too worried about it."
"Okay," she said warmly, leaning forward to rest her lips on mine. Her cheeks were flushed as she pulled away again. "I love you, baby. You did something very special for me just now, and I'll never forget it. Now, let me up, so I can go change into something else sexy for you."
I nodded, leaning back so she could rise to her feet. Then, after she carefully zipped up the crotch to her red PVC pants most of the way, and began heading for the stairs on shaky legs, I climbed onto the couch and sat back to wait.
Part of me wanted to ask her if I was a bit closer to her truly falling in love with me, but I knew Amber too well. Even though she was the one who brought it up, if I probed about it, she'd end up slamming on the brakes instantly, trying to back the situation up and reframing what we truly were to each other.
Which meant my only option was to not mention it for now, and just wait to see if maybe our time together would tip her over that edge into truly falling for me. Granted, if she did fall for me, I had no idea what that would look like -- had no idea if it would really even change anything.
But I knew now that I sincerely wanted her heart in that way -- the one way that it seemed she'd never given to anyone else before. And I suspected to gain her love like that, I'd have to continue being open-minded and accepting of her decisions, until the day came when she decided that I was more important than everything else in her life.
When Amber came downstairs much faster than I was expecting, an object behind her back, I grinned at the sight of her wearing only that electric blue silk nightie, the material just as shiny as the vinyl, except in a slightly different way. Fuck, her tits looked like they could easily fall out if she just moved them the wrong way, her nipples visibly poking through the smooth shiny fabric.
She returned the grin, letting the object she was holding slide to her side, revealing she had her thin laptop in her hand. "You like what you see, baby?"
I ignored the computer and nodded, shifting my gaze when she lifted the black lacey trim up a little bit with her free hand, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties like before.
"Good," she mused, lowering her nightie again. "Then, after we eat, do you think you'd be interested in watching some porn together?" she offered, gesturing slightly with her computer. "I can play it on the TV, so we can watch on the big screen while we cuddle."
I gulped, only to laugh nervously. "I mean, do you even have to ask?"
She gave me a small smile, seeming a little uncertain now. "Well, don't get too excited. I also need you to learn about making porn videos, so I figured we could start with some of the ones I've made. You'll learn faster that way, and we'll have less problems, if you can see what I'll expect of you."
My expression dropped. "Porn you made," I repeated in disbelief. "With your boyfriend," I added.
Her expression was sympathetic. "Ex-boyfriend," she corrected me. "But yes. You'll need to watch some of them eventually, and the sooner the better. We can then focus on other people's videos too, and maybe you can do some of your own comparing and contrasting. Maybe even have some ideas of your own too, for when we make these together," she added with a sexy wink.
I gulped, realizing she was completely serious right now.
And clearly planning on rewarding me if I complied with her request.
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Submitted: February 18, 2021 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)
Edited: August 10, 2021