“She was okay.” I said cautiously trying to keep private the intimacy that Melanie had shared with me.
“Well she’s a little rusty you know. She hasn’t slept with a man in a few years, and that doesn’t really count unless you call being raped by her father as sleeping with a man.” She stood up and stepped toward me, empowered by her own brashness, and started to unbutton my shirt, “You have to tell me everything. How did she taste?” her tongue seemed to stick on the tail end of the word taste.
“What?”
She pulled me close to her by the collar of my tee-shirt so that our lips were almost touching, “How–did–she–taste?”
“Fine.” I whispered, feeling threatened. “Did she cum for you?”
“Yes. I mean I think so.” I still wasn’t sure if I was answering correctly. I felt as though I were confessing my sins to a priest. “She tastes wonderful doesn’t she?” she purred.
“Is shhhe the one?” I stuttered. I knew that Amber had had a female lover at one point and I thought it might have been Melanie, but she had never said so.
“Yes. And if you want in on a little secret,” she let loose my collar and pulled my shirt up over my head, “she’s like an ever- lasting-gob-stopper. You can eat her for hours.” I could tell that Amber was reliving the moment in her mind, “If you go down on me for five minutes I’d have to put you through a wall. I’m much too sensitive down there.”
“That explains a lot.”
“What does?” She seemed to misunderstand my meaning. She thought that I was referring to her sensitivity when I was still focused on what she had said about my being Melanie’s first lover. Amber unbuckled my trousers and pulled them to my ankles along with my boxers and she turned me around and shoved me backwards on the bed so that my feet were still touching the floor.
I hesitated, fearing that I was disclosing too much; exposing Melanie to Amber’s critical eyes, “She said that she wants exclusive rights.”
“To what?” she kneeled down on the floor in front of me and then leaned forward.
“Exclusive rights to me.” I cringed as I said this.
“You told her no, right?” then she raised herself up and leaned over me and wrapped her teeth around my penis and she bit down on me playfully, “Right?” she said the head of my prick suspended against the insides of her teeth.
“I sort of,” I gasped as she sank her teeth in a little deeper, “Yes!” I said and she loosened her teeth and consumed me and I felt the tickle of her uvula as she suspended me there in her throat, her teeth once again gouging my flesh, like a cat finishing a kill, until I was near my limit, then she slid her mouth from me. “There now, you’re ready.” She pushed me backwards onto the bed and then slid her long blond hair up over my body as she crawled atop me until we were nose-to-nose, “You tell her that I’ll share you with her, but that’s it.” She lowered herself ever-so-slowly, the iris’s of her eyes rising up into her head as if she were watching a movie on the inside of her eyelids, “She can even join us if she likes, ooohh.” She rocked softly, stirring herself like a martini, “But I’ll be damned if she’s going to keep you to herself.”
She rocked herself up and down upon me gently for a long while, finished with her verbal foreplay, undulating, losing herself in the bliss of our carnal act, and then, like a kitten playing with its prey, she held her pose buried deep against the throbbing epicenter of the storm, her face rippling with expression, until she fell upon my chest as though released from an invisible set of chains. She, like a man, was as prideful in the dispensation of pleasure as she was greedy in the reception of it.
After Amber had finished her slow dance of enchantment she fell back onto the bed, adjusting her body so that we were close but not touching.
“She’s infatuated.” She said breathing a little heavy as though she had been running, “You’re the first man she’s ever had. She had been sleeping with only women until you came along. She’ll get over it.”
“She said she’s going to quit stripping.” “She didn’t!” Amber turned her head to face me with a doubtful but surprised expression.
“Yes.” I swallowed feeling a lump swell in my throat, “That was sort of my fault though.”
“Why? What did you say to her?” she smiled, intrigued.
“I told her that I was the jealous type.” Amber laughed out loud,
“What?” I smiled, “I am. Besides, I thought it would make her back off a little.” “Don’t be funny lover. I go home to my husband for a week at a time and see you only on the weekends. Are you jealous of my husband?”
“A little.” I said with indignation.
“You know what the solution is, don’t you?”
“What’s that?”
“We’ll get Melanie to join us. It’ll be a ball. The three of us! The things we could do to each other.” She grinned and her eyes grew a little distant as if she were visualizing the three of us together.
I gave her a disbelieving frown. “Why not?”
“She’s infatuated. She’s in love. She said she’s been hoping that we’d sleep together since I moved in with her. I mean she wants me to dump you to be with her. I don’t think she’d be willing to share me, especially if as you say I’m the first man she’s been with.”
“You won’t know unless you ask.”
“If I ask her she’ll be insulted. She wanted me to break it off with you tonight.”
“Well we just tore one off…that’s not quite the same thing, is it?” she smiled her Beautiful playful full-tooth smile.
At that moment guilt overcame me. I had agreed to fight for my freedom, and for Melanie, and yet I had folded like a monopoly- board at Amber’s first intimidation. I felt ashamed of myself for letting myself be bullied and for failing to defend the position of Melanie.
“She’s a sweet kid. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means…” I was trying to be delicate,
“It means that maybe we shouldn’t see each other…intimately anymore.” I cringed in anticipation to her response.
“Well that’s not your choice to make, now is it?” She reached down and cupped my genitals in her open hand and squeezed until I gasped.
“Okay…I get it…I get it…let up already.” She loosed her grip, “I only meant that you’re not going to leave your husband for me.” She rolled her eyes. “And our relationship has become purely sexual. I need something more fulfilling. I want someone who is going to be there in the morning. I want someone who is going to be there for me…all the time.”
“It seems to me that you have it pretty good. You have every man’s dream. You get your brains fucked out every weekend, no strings attached.” She squeezed me and played with me as she spoke. “Most men would kill for what you have.”
“Well it’s not enough for me anymore.” I made my voice sound firm pretending not to take notice of her reference to my precarious position. “What I mean is…”
“What you mean is you don’t want to stop fucking Melanie.” Her voice was playful now, trying to steer our conversation in a more mischievous direction to avoid the impending confrontation and to get on with her weekend copulation. “I bet she was tight huh?” she grinned.
“I was drunk.” I didn’t feel comfortable talking about Melanie and I hoped my curt answer would convey this message. I felt as though I were violating Melanie’s trust. Melanie wasn’t dirty like Amber; dirty like I felt that I was. I felt as though I had symbolically taken Melanie’s virginity and I saw symmetry with her and Catherine, I having literally taken Catherine’s virginity.
“That’s not something you’d forget even if you were drunk. Was she tight, lover?” Her grin grew into a demanding sneer.
“Yes.”
“Like fucking a little girl?”