Chapter 1

In all her sixteen years, Amber Houston had never seen anything so exciting as the city. It was like entering a totally new world, she decided. Even Pittsburgh, the hub of her little home community, was only a pimple compared to this. She sat entranced, peering out the window of the charter bus, heart beating rapidly behind the soft cushion of a delicate little left tit.

It was one huge metropolitan sprawl from Philadelphia eastward, she decided. Grim Philly and Trenton, sedate, established Princeton. Miles and miles of suburbs sandwiched between industrial areas, with huge smokestacks belching odors and yellow clouds into the atmosphere. The urban jungles of east Jersey floating past the bus window, and on the skyline, Manhattan, tall buildings and guttering lights that outshone the stars in the blue-black sky. She was glad they were entering New York by night. She'd never forget this glamorous vision of the magic city.

Scott was in the seat beside her, his arm around Amber. She looked at him, eyes aglitter. "Have you ever seen anything so-so-"

"It isn't Waynesburg," he said, shaking his head in appreciation.

"Oh," she said, "I wish we didn't have that damned schedule to follow while we're here. I wish we could just let our feet take us wherever we want to go. Maybe we can. It shouldn't be that hard to sneak away, should it? God, there are thirty-three of us, and just Mr. and Mrs. Palmer for chaperones-I bet we could do it."

"We'd get in trouble," Scott pointed out.

"Be worth it," Amber insisted.

His hand slipped down her shoulder. The tips of his fingers grazed the soft curve of her right tit. Amber sighed and purred and eased herself a little closer to him. His hand dropped lower and cupped the small, plump mound. She felt her nipple beginning to harden inside her bra.

"Hold me," she murmured. "Oh, yes, just like that. My heart is speeding up-put your other hand here-feel it? I think I'm going to kiss you. Do you mind?" She puckered her lips knowing damned well he didn't mind, and she was just about to touch them to his mouth. "Oh, shit," Amber said. "Quick! Let go! Mrs. Palmer is looking this way!" Scott's hands dropped from her tits. Amber straightened up and forced herself to stare resolutely at the window and the vista of New York City ahead. Tonight, she thought, when we get to the hotel. Maybe, just maybe.

Mrs. Palmer was an English teacher at the high school and chaperon, with her husband, for the class trip. A stocky, greying, totally humorless woman, she enjoyed being in charge. Her passion was copying and re-copying the list of activities planned for the thirty-three students making the grand excursion to the big city. She'd have made a good drill sergeant. After checking the group into the hotel and passing out the list of assigned roommates, she lined up the kids in the lobby and addressed them, rather like Julius Caesar haranguing his troops before a battle with the Gauls, Amber decided.

"You have your room assignments. Boys will be on the eighteenth floor, girls on the fifteenth. There will be NO traffic from floor to floor. Is that understood?" A chorus of nods followed, many of them sincere. Amber was holding Scott's hand. She looked at him and made a funny face. Mrs. Palmer missed almost nothing, but she didn't see the glance that passed between the young couple.

"It's now 10:51," Mrs. Palmer went on. Her husband stood beside her. No one was surprised that he let her do all the talking. It would take more than meek Mr. Palmer to dominate Mrs. Palmer. "I suggest that we all get to bed early and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, promptly at eight-thirty, we shall meet in the hotel restaurant for breakfast. Tomorrow is a busy day. We'll see the American Museum of Natural, History, the Empire State Building, the World Trade Center, Radio City Music Hall, and the Museum of Modern Art, so let's all rest tonight and be bright and cheery in the morning. Are there any questions? If not, then Mr. Palmer will conduct the boys to their floor. Young ladies, come with me."

"Oh, shit," Cathy Ferguson groaned, sinking onto her narrow bed. "Is that old bitch enough, or is she too much?"

Amber flipped on the air conditioner. The room was hot and musty-smelling. This wasn't one of the better hotels in town, but it was cheap, and easy on the class's low field-trip budget. A cool draught blew out, noisily, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to improve a bit more with each clank of the fan. At least, Amber thought, I wasn't assigned to share a room with Mrs. Palmer. God, what a night Susie Barta had ahead!

"What we should do," mused Amber aloud, "is lose Mrs. Palmer while we're here. The principal would probably commend us at the next assembly."

"Yeah," Cathy agreed, "and Mr. Palmer wouldn't mind either! Can you imagine what it's like living with her all the time?"

"I don't even want to imagine it." Amber looked at the telephone. Wasn't Scott even going to call and tell her goodnight? He'd had fifteen minutes to get settled in his room. "If Scott calls," she told Cathy, "holler for me. I'll be in the bathroom."

It was a small bathroom and kind of on the grubby side. The plumbing was old and the tub didn't look very clean. And the mirror above the sink was cracked, mended with a strip of yellowing Scotch tape. Yuck! Amber thought, closing the door behind her.

She pulled her sweater up and off, stretching lazily when she'd removed it. My tits are tired, she thought. Her hands covered the filmy nylon cups of her bra. Tender nipples throbbed inside, and she caressed them for a few moments with her fingertips, pulling and stroking till her nipples made little erect points in the bra. She took her hands away and looked down. The large rosy aureoles of her nipples shone through the shimmery nylon and the tips stuck out boldly. Mmmm, she thought, quite satisfied.

Next she unhooked her bra and let it fall like a leaf to the floor. Her tits palpitated with her breathing, the little nipples jiggling ever so slightly. She covered the bare breasts with the palms of her hands and squeezed, more firmly this time. Warm feelings raced through her sixteen-year-old body and Amber felt quite pleased with herself on this exciting night

She had a right to be satisfied with herself. She was, admittedly, a lovely girl, with fluffy, short blonde hair curling round a plump, pretty face. Her eyes were large and very blue, and she had a small, cute nose between them and, below the nose, a small, red-lipped mouth which, when parted in a happy smile, showed white, small teeth that glistened with perfection.

Her tits were small and pointy, jutting saucily from her chest, and they were soft and moist to, the "touch, as she reminded herself by touching them. The nipples tingled with excitement and thrust out in rubbery little erections from then-rosy red bases. Her aureoles were large round circles, covering the whole end of each titty, and they itched right now. Amber scratched the itch with her slender fingers, and the nipples seemed to stiffen a little more.

She ran a hand down her body, across the rounded tummy showing above the low-riding waistband of her slacks. Her skin was soft as a baby's and she liked it that way. She unbuttoned her slacks and wiggled her ass, making them fall into a pile at her feet, where she stepped out of them carefully. Under the slacks she wore only a pair of panties, beige to match her bra. Little curls of silky dark blonde hair wisped from the legs of her panties. She reached down to tuck them inside the skimpy bikinis, but it was no use. She had too much pubic hair to keep concealed by such tiny panties.

Amber opened her suitcase and took out her nightshirt. She was just starting to put it on when there was a knock at the door. "Amber? Telephone."

Ooohh, she thought. Scott! She dropped the nightshirt and hurried out, bare except for her shoes and panties. The telephone was on a night stand between the two single beds and Amber flopped onto her own, lying on her belly as she picked up the receiver. "Hello," she purred. "Is that you, Scott?"

"Listen, I've gotta talk quick. Can you come up to the nineteenth floor right now? That's where I'm calling from. Look for a door marked solarium. It's at the end of the main hall-it'll be to your right when you get off the elevator. There's a sign on the door that says closed, but don't pay any attention. Just come on in. I'll be waiting. In fact, I am waiting. There's a phone here, and that's where I'm calling from. Mmm, wait'll you see it. Nice view. Nice everything."

"I'll be right there," Amber said excitedly, "unless Mrs. Palmer catches me. So don't go away. Kiss-kiss. Bye."

She jumped off the bed. "Where are you going?" Cathy asked, in the midst of taking off her dress. Her pajamas were laid out on the dressing table.

"Got a late date," Amber replied. She ducked into the bathroom and grabbed her sweater. No time to fool with the bra. She put on her slacks too, not bothering to zip them.

"Be careful," Cathy warned. "Mrs. P. may be prowling the halls in search of-what did she call it?-cross-traffic?"

"Chance I have to take," Amber grinned, opening the hall door and peering both ways before she stepped out.

She took the elevator and followed Scott's directions. Yes, there it was. Solarium, the sign read, and the other sign advised her that it was closed. She tried the door. It was locked. She tapped on it, and the door opened from inside. "How did you get in?" she asked Scott as he took her in his arms. "It's locked."

"I sprung it. With my driver's license. You're supposed to use credit cards, or at least that's what they always use on TV, but I didn't have any. A plastic driver's license works as well as anything. How do you like it?"

Amber slipped out of his arms and looked around. "It's beautiful," she said. And it was. The solarium was a little enclosed room with a terrace outside, set off by glass doors. She could see half the city peeking through the glass doors, and the lights shimmered and glowed below her and all around. "Can we go out there?"

Scott shook his head. "I don't know how to jimmy the lock. But it's nice in here, too, isn't it?"

It was. There were plants, and couches and chairs, and he'd turned on a single small light in one corner which sent romantic shadows sprawling across the floor. Amber turned to him, her breasts jiggling under her clingy sweater. "Oh, wow," she said. "And it's all ours."

As they kissed hungrily, he walked her across the floor. She let herself be guided, trusting him. Her knee bumped something, and then they were settling downward, onto one of the couches she'd noticed amid the shadows. It was soft and comfortable and she sank onto it, her hands still caressing Scott's cheeks while their mouths were glued together.

His hands were busy, rubbing Amber up and down. She squirmed and wiggled while he caressed her, putting herself into positions that enabled him to get better and better grips on her body. One of his hands slipped beneath her sweater, racing upward to snatch a bare tit. She sighed into his mouth and breathed heavily, her tit swelling and throbbing in his hand.

"Oh, yeah," she said, breaking off the kiss and settling back on the couch. Her legs parted. Scott dropped to his knees on the floor, moving between Amber's legs. He gently lifted her sweater, baring her tits. He took her pointed titties in hand, kneading them like the precious, delicate little treasures they were. "Do that," she-whispered, "yes, please do that." Her nipples ached in his palms and she wondered if he could feel the longing that simmered inside her.

Wondered, too, how much longer she could go on saying no to him, how much longer she wanted to go on saying it.

He leaned in and his open mouth brushed the tip of one boob. Her nipple vibrated at the touch of his tongue and then he was sucking on her, sucking hungrily, furiously, using a lot of tongue and jaw action. She wrapped her arms round his head and hugged him tightly while he nursed her.

At the same time he slid his hand down her tummy, worked fingers inside the waistband of her slacks. She groaned from deep in her chest and reached down to help him. She popped the button of her pants and he was pulling them down her jiggling thighs, taking panties along with them. His hand swooped in, closed like a vise on the dark-blonde hair and the sweet young pussy it fleeced. Amber moaned in delight as his fingers began to tickle her tight slit.

She could feel moisture beginning to leak from her already. His finger soaked itself in the wetness, then rubbed it back into Amber's hot cuntal flesh. He gave her right breast the same kind of oral loving he'd given the other one. His teeth dug gently into hey soft, yielding flesh, and his tongue scraped over her stiff hot nipple, again and again and again.

He came up between her legs, settled atop her carefully, not coming down too hard. Amber grabbed his cheeks again and she kissed him savagely while her bare crotch rubbed semicircles against his lower body. She felt the hard stab of cock, stiff in his pants.

"No, off me," she murmured, and he slid to the left. She sidled up to him, her hand going into his lap. Sighing, she fondled the massive spear in his pants, testing its shape and rigidity. Her fingers were slender and deft as they unzipped his pants and crept inside. She penetrated the opening of Scott's under shorts and then her hand was clutching his hard-on, massaging it with all the freedom of movement she could exert in the cramped space.

He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, kicking them off when they'd fallen. Amber removed her hand, tugged his shorts midway down his thighs. His cock sprang up, unbearably stiff.

"Uh-huh, baby," Scott said in approval as her hand captured him again and she began to work her hot little fist up and down the full length of his dick.

"Let me," he urged, taking her tits again. His fingers were hard and solid on the tender little nips, and she shivered nervously. Her hand went faster and faster on his cock. She felt his pulse beating through the flesh of his rod, and her own pulse was nearly as swift and racing. Her face flushed-she could feel the moist warmth flooding from beneath her fluffy blonde hair, down her temples and cheeks, spreading as far down as her nipples. Her armpits were moist with sweat and there was a musky, cunty smell in the air of the solarium that emanated from between Amber's soft fleshy thighs.

"Let me," he said, "let me fuck you."

Amber groaned. He was toying with her nipples still, but one of his hands was lower now, exploring between her legs again. A finger poked along the tight slit of her cunt, parting the puffy, hair-fringed lips, getting into clit country, and she couldn't sit still. Her heart thumped wildly behind her left tit and her head was aswim with passion and longing.

"No," she murmured. "I can't. I really can't."

"PLEASE!" His voice rose to a high pitch and she felt shivers on her spinal column, the bones and muscles vibrating in key with Scott's vocal tone. Again he tickled her slice.

"I can't," she said again. Oh, Jesus, how long could she go on telling him no? How long did she want to go on telling him no? She didn't want to refuse now. But she was afraid of getting pregnant. Of getting a bad reputation. Of her parents finding out. Of everything. When I do it, she thought, I want to do it out of love. I want to present my hymen to the man who means everything to me. Isn't that what a woman is supposed to do? Mom said so. She said there was nothing so beautiful as going into your wedding bed a virgin, as proving to your husband that he was the first, the very first. But what did that mean nowadays?

Amber didn't know what to do. It was always thus, when she was with Scott. Couldn't she just let go and spread her legs and beg him to climb aboard? They'd come so close, so often. Dry humping, it was called. Both of them naked, him lying on her, their loins grinding together until both of them orgasmed in shudders and groans.

Sometimes she let him slip his cock between her legs. She'd close her thighs on its hot stiffness, and they'd work together, his rod rubbing the hell out of her crack and agitating the bud of her little clit, and he'd shoot his sticky cum and she'd quiver and explode in a climax of her own, and they'd he together hugging and kissing and sharing the wonderful sensations over and over again. Was that so much different from fucking? Well, he didn't actually put it inside her, and that did make a lot of difference, admittedly.

At other times they would use their hands on each other-or, not quite so often, their mouths. She didn't mind having his cock in her mouth, and she didn't object when he shot off, either. She couldn't swallow his cum-the only time she'd tried, it had made her sick and she'd run out to barf. But the feel of him squirting across her tongue was an excitement of its own. In fact, she thought, stroking his cock now in the hotel solarium, she had done everything except actual penetration of the pussy. What kind of innocent virgin did that make her, really? Not much.

Amber's heart twittered inside her body and she looked round at the dimly-lit room. Should she? Should she let him do it? Here? Now? With all the plants watching, and the city lights bright on the other side of the glass doors? Her fist tightened on his pecker and she heard him gasp. His finger stiffened against her clit and she gasped, too. Oh, God, it was starting to happen! How could she think clearly when she was coming? She couldn't. All she could do was give his cock a fast, quivery jerk, and then he was coming and moaning too, his sperm flowing down over her hand in thick, almost blistery hot streams. "Jesus," she sobbed, the spasms racking her loins, her head nestled against his shoulder. Her fist was full of jism and his cock starting to go soft in her hand.

Amber shook her head, straightening up. She fondled his limp cock, hearing the squish of cum on her fingers and on his flesh. Her breathing was only beginning to return to normal, and that sex flush still kept her face and tits tingling. She kissed Scott solemnly, felt the moist saltiness of sweat on his lips. She touched his hair with her free hand. He was perspiring as heavily as she was.

"Oh, wow," Amber said. "That was incredible. Scott-" He lifted his eyebrows wearily. "Let's do it. Let's really do it. Here. Right now. Okay?"

"Holy shit, Amber, do you mean it?" he blurted, grabbing her shoulders.

She nodded, slowly, then with more conviction. "I want to," she said. "I want to fuck you." Her hand tightened on his cock. "Oh, please," she added. "Get all hard again and put it in me. We'll never have a better chance."

They were so far from home, it was like being in another world, and how better to celebrate the journey than by doing something new and magic? "Please," she whispered, tongue licking sweat off his upper lip. "Please get hard and fuck me."

"I can't," he said a few minutes later. "It won't stiffen up." She let go of his prong and he took over, fisting it, flipping it, pulling up from the knob in an effort to make his rubbery limpness spring hard again. "I don't know what's wrong," he said finally, letting his soft tool flop down.

Amber wasn't sure either. At home he had no trouble getting up three or four times in a night, sometimes even more. But here in New York, once seemed to be his limit. What was wrong?

"I guess the trip tired me out," he apologized. "Or maybe I'm too excited. That happened to me once before. The only other time I ever tried to do it with a girl. I just couldn't get hard and she wanted it as bad as I did, and it was awful-Jesus!"

"Hey," Amber said, "it doesn't have to be so bad. You're just tired, like you said. It was a long trip. I'm tired too. Maybe we shouldn't rush it tonight."

"But you'll change your mind," Scott pouted. "I know you will."

"No, I won't," Amber declared, and she knew that she meant what she was saying. God, she thought, when I make up my mind, I go all the way! "We'll do it tomorrow. After we've had a good night's sleep and sweet dreams about each other. Oh, Scott, I'm serious! Back home I'd still be telling you no, but this is-we're here, I mean, and-oh, I don't know what I'm trying to say. But yes, yes, yes, I will fuck you. Tomorrow. I promise. Do you promise?"

"When?"

"In the afternoon. We'll ditch the group and come back here. If we can sneak into the solarium, great. If not, we'll go to your room or mine. We can get away with it. They'll never think of looking for us here, anyway, and we can lie to Mrs. Palmer when she finally gets back to the hotel. Well, are you brave enough?"

"Oh, wow, Amber, you bet I am! But if you change your mind, I'm gonna do a King Kong off the Empire State Building."

"No danger of that," she replied, setting her lip. Yes, she thought, it's time to give sex a try.