Chapter 9
New York wasn't the romantic fairytale city she had fantasized, watching its skyline and glittering lights from the approaching bus. Walking through the streets in the gathering dusk, she could see that it was a dirty, garish town, the crowds of humanity crushing and faceless. Amber walked down Broadway, mentally noting that the famous theaters were set amid a jungle of bars and massage parlors and porno cinemas. Whores and hustlers, male and female, cluttered the streets. She wished she had a dollar for every white-booted, mini-skirted, frizzy-wigged hooker she passed on her way south. I could have been like that, she thought.
And now it would be nice to go back home, to become Amber Houston, sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, again. But could she? Could she recapture the innocence that had been stolen from her today?
It hadn't all been so bad. Debby was a bright spot. She had offered love and friendship when Amber most needed them, when the horizon was darkest. I hope she makes out okay, Amber thought. Maybe I'll meet her again someday. Not bloody likely. But I'll think about her.
She went into a bar three blocks from the hotel. There was a phone booth inside. The ones on the street had all been vandalized, the phone receivers cut off or torn off or even smashed to splinters. She opened the door of one phone booth, saw a drying pile of shit on the floor. Amber got change for the fifty Debby had given her, and she dialed the hotel's main switchboard. Her heart pounded as the connection went through and the phone in Scott's room started to ring.
"Amber?" he said. "Where in the hell are you? Where have you been all day?"
"Oh, Scott," she sobbed, breaking into tears of joy. "It's too much to explain now, over the telephone. I want to see you, before I see Mrs. Palmer or have to explain anything to her. Will you meet me, up where we went last night?"
"Yes, but-"
"I'll be there as soon as I can," Amber promised. "Wait for me." She hung up the phone.
The closed sign was still hanging on the solarium door. Amber rapped quietly, and she heard footsteps from inside. The door opened and she just fell forward, into Scott's arms. Her foot poked out, kicking the door shut behind them. "Oh, baby," he said. "I was scared half to death. What happened? I waited and waited and waited. I looked for you-"
"Oh, Scott, I want to be with you, but, no, I can't talk about it, not yet Not even with you. Hold me, make me warm all over. It's getting chilly outside and I've walked such a long way. I'm tired and I want to feel you near me. It feels so good."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her like a bride to the couch where they'd spent the happiest part of last night petting and playing. Amber's heart raced as he set her down and knelt on the floor at her feet. She stretched on the couch.
"Your clothes," he said. "You're not wearing the same clothes you had on."
She sat up. Her hands went to the hem of the sweater and she jerked it up, over her head. Two stiff pink nipples big smears on the ends of cute pointed tits, moist sweet tits, pointed at Scott's face. She unfastened the waist band of her slacks. "Pull," she told him, and pull he did. The slacks eased down her kicking legs. "Now I'm not even wearing the clothes I wasn't wearing this afternoon," she said throatily, full of desire for him.
Amber took Scott's hand and guided it to the furry nest between her legs. Her entire body, and not least her cunt, was pulsating with excitement. And need. Oh, God, the need!
"Scott," she murmured, leaning in to kiss his hair and forehead. "I promised you my cherry but I can't give it to you. I want you to have everything else, though. Do you still want it? Do you still want me?"
"Yes, yes, of course. But where have you BEEN, Amber? Did you get scared and run away? What? Tell me!"
"Not yet," she said. "I have to tell Mrs. Palmer a big lie. I'll tell you the truth, Scott, the whole truth. It may sound like a lie, too, but it isn't. But not now! Oh, Scott, will you fuck me or won't you fuck me? If you will, then do it, and if you won't, then I'll find somebody else who will. I'm naked, I'm horny, I need lovin'. Give it to me?"
"God, baby, will I ever give it to you!" he assured Amber. He rose up, catching her under the arms, and he bore her backward on the couch. His body slid atop hers and she felt the stirrings of lust in his crotch, a fat ripe had-on straining to get out of Scott's pants. For a moment it seemed that she had time-tripped, that she was once more in the secret hallway at the store, being raped by Lou and Charley-but no. It was Scott, dear darling Scott who was crawling all over her, and it was his sweet, familiar cock she could feel against her naked belly. She enfolded him with her legs, dry-humping the way they used to back home in Waynesburg. But this time it's not gonna end with dry humping, she resolved, kissing him, running her hands up and down his back.
"Your clothes," she said. "Take them off. Take them all off. I want you naked with me. I want to feel how hot your body gets next to mine. I want to suck your cock and milk the cum out of you, into my mouth, suck it down my throat and feel it curdle in my belly. And I want you to stick your cock in me. All the way in me, Scott. Fuck me till our belly hairs are knotted and twined together and we have to get shaved before we can separate. Please, Scott. Hurry. I need it."
He jumped to his feet, began hustling out of his clothes. Amber lay on her side watching, delighted with the familiarity of his naked body. Funny, she thought. He's the fourth man I'll have been with today, but he's the only one that means anything.
As Scott got out of his shorts, Amber's eyes filled with the majesty of his rampant organ. It was a cock, all right, a cock she loved. They had time for at least two good fucks before she had to go sign in with Mrs. Palmer. Maybe she could smooth the rough edges off her story while she and Scott were balling, find out how much Scott had let slip and how much she'd have to invent to make it all sound good and believable.
She reached for his cock as he came to rejoin her, and she pulled him to her swiftly. Scott bounded to Amber's side and she sat up. She'd done all her sucking on her knees today. It was nice to plant her bare ass on the soft, comfy couch seat and gobble dick from a pleasant angle. She opened her mouth and engulfed Scott with her lips and tongue and wetness. "Oh, Jesus!" she heard him moan in gratitude.
She grabbed his ass, steadied him while she ate his cock. There was no stopping her, now that she had him in her mouth. She did everything but swallow his rod, and she was doing her damnedest to accomplish that. He thrust deeply into her, and she found that taking a cock into the upper part of her throat was really no problem after all, not when she wanted to do it. Amber giggled as his balls tickled her chin, and she spinned a frothy tongue round and round his inserted dick.
He was breathing hard and fast-his cock was hard, too, and her mouth fast as greased lightning. She made her mouth a pussy for his rod and drool flowed from her lips each time he lunged in and out. Amber's pussy was afire with desire, but so was her mouth, and she didn't know where she wanted him first.
The mouth, she thought. I'll suck him off first. Suck him all the goddamned way off. If I could drink Lou's cum, or Charley's, I can drink Scott's. Oh, she thought, I will drink it! I want to! I have to! Her mouth pulled harder and harder on Scott's rod, urging it to squirt her mouth full of sweet, sticky love juice.
"Take it out, take it out," he yelled, trying to push her face away. "I'm gonna come!"
He was thinking in terms of the past, of the old Amber who was gone. Forever? She thought so. The old Amber refused to take cum in her mouth. What about the new Amber? She'd show him all about the new Amber. She tightened her mouth and held onto him like a bird dog with its prey.
"Uhhhhhhh," Scott moaned, his hands going limp on Amber's head. His cock jerked and bucked in her mouth, and he was pouring the stuff out, his cum hot and sticky, flying from the end of his rod in the most enormous gobs she could ever recall him ejaculating.
It flowed into Amber, and she tried to drink it all. There was so much she couldn't, though, and sticky strings of juice leaked from her mouth. She kept on sucking, sucking till he was dry and his pecker throbbed in her mouth. It wanted to go soft. No! she told him mentally, and then her tongue took over and spread the message with even more authority. He didn't soften. His dick hesitated, yes, but it was only a momentary hesitation.
In another moment or two, she could feel him re-hardening. His cock lanced up, big and stiff in her mouth, as hard as it had been before she started blowing him.
"That's better," Amber gurgled, sitting back. She licked her lips, gathering up the cum that was still in reach, and Scott looked down on his girl, wonderment glittering in his eyes.
"You never used to do that," he said, working his hand back and forth on his re-stiffened penis.
"I do now, baby," Amber said. "And I'll do it whenever, wherever, you want. Oh, wow, it feels so good to be back. I can't tell you how good. You couldn't understand unless you'd been there. Yes, I will tell you, but later, goddamn it, later! Since you're just playing with that thing of yours, why don't you lie down with me and let me show you the best way to play with it?"
She made room for him on the couch and he lay down beside her. Amber rubbed up against him, his cock tickling her bare belly. "That's a lot better," she said. One of her arms slipped under his neck, and she threw a leg across one of Scott's thighs. "Slide closer," she purred. "And let me have that thing."
She reached in, took hold of his penis. "Yours is the best, darling," she said. "The very best. I'm just sorry we had to wait so long before we did this."
Amber took his prick, guided its tip to the mouth of her twat. "Yeah," Scott said happily. He thrust, and she pulled, and the tip of him slicked into her nest. "Oh, baby, you don't know how much I want you!"
"Don't tell me, show me," she invited. "Fuck my ass off. And remember, this is just the first time. We're going to do it a lot more, Scott. I found out today that-"
That what? That she'd come perilously close to losing everything. That she'd been reduced to the level of an animal. That she'd found a way to preserve her self-respect, her identity?
What was it she'd told Debby? From now on she was going to fuck only for love? Well, she knew the difference. She'd been fucked and used today, and she'd also been loved. With Scott, now, she was going to even the score. And in days to come, they'd keep on evening it out. Soon, she'd have only the memories and, if mercy existed, they would fade from mind.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me for all the time we've waited. Fuck me for all the time we lost this afternoon. Oh, Scott, make me come! You can do it! You're good-you're the best. Oh, Jesus, will you fuck me?"
She let her words trail off. Her leg slinked tighter around his thigh and they were humping together for life and love, his dick slamming beautifully, fulfillingly, up the tight, hot, wet channel of her cunt. He thrust deeply, the tip of his cock love-patting her uterus' mouth.
She wanted to rehearse her apology for Mrs. Palmer, but she'd have time later. Right now, all she could do was fuck back at Scott while he screwed his irresistible pecker into her sweet cunt. The cum leaking out of her-God, he must have drilled through her mains! It was delightful. She was dripping wet and her wetness coated his length, making it easier and easier and easier for him to stab deeper into her pussy.
"I'm going to come, Scott," she murmured. "I'm going to come hard. Fuck me two or three more times-go deep-feel it? I'm going to come. I'm going to let go. You've made me cream, Scott-come with me, if you can. Here I goooooo!"
And she went, her body exploding against his. Her pussy started rippling and contracting, milking his cock while it tried to keep fucking into her. He stiffened against Amber, and she knew that he was a heartbeat away from orgasm, and that heartbeat patted by, and his cock went wild inside her. He was painting her guts with semen. We didn't even think of using a rubber, Amber thought distantly. Well, he wasn't the only one who'd orgasmed inside her today. She supposed it would be okay. Worry about that later. Worry about everything later. She held him in a death grip of arms and legs and their bodies continued to vibrate in harmony.
I'm not, she thought, not the same Amber Houston. I can never be the same Amber Houston again. But I think I'm a pretty damned good Amber Houston, and I may be the best of all possible Amber Houston's. All in all, it hasn't been such a bad day. And no matter how much trouble I'm in with Mrs. Palmer and the school authorities, tomorrow is going to be a better day. I've lost my cherry and found myself. A fair exchange.