"YEEEEE!" he jumped! Well, this guy certainly does! I think I’ll do that again. "LILY! JESUS!" Oh, this is fun! If a thumb works, how ‘bout a tongue? I clamped my mouth to his nipple. At this point, I wished for a little less hair, but, ah well. It was worth it. I’ve never seen a guy moan and squirm like that!
"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned when I was done. "I’ve never felt anything like that!"
"Now you know how I feel when you’re playing with my titties," I giggled. "Well, a close approximation, I’m guessing. Pretty damn close, judging how you were reacting."
"What on earth made you do that?"
"Just impulse." I giggled, and then moved up on top of him, and wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him. That’s when I felt the other reaction. All that nipple play got him rock hard. Anyhow, we were still kind of just kissing and fondling when he broke the kiss.
"Don’t look now, but we’re being watched," he whispered.
"Are we?" I whispered back.
"Your door is open a crack, and I see a hairy eyeball," he chuckled softly.
"What do you think?" I asked him.
"If she watches from that angle-you’re right. It’s going to be more scary than anything."
"I agree." I lie down next to him on the bed and said, out loud, "Amber?"
The door pushed open halfway, and there she was, looking mighty embarrassed. "Was there something you wanted?" I asked.
"Well, I heard noises, and, uh, was worried, and stuff."
"Sure you were," I smiled. She looked even more mortified. "Amber, would you like to watch?" Her eyes got all wide at that one. "It’s OK. We don’t mind." She just kept staring at me, but nodded yes.
"Fine, then. Come on in and close the door." She did. "Sit down in the chair right there. You can see everything right there."
"I’ve never done this in front of an audience," Mike said bemusedly.
"Hey, we could’ve been ‘caught’ in right field the other day. And that didn’t seem to affect your performance any."
"True."
"Amber, if you’re going to watch," I told her, "you have to understand a few things. It’s scary to watch at first. I make a lot of noise that might sound like I’m being hurt. I’m not."
"And it might look like I am hurting her," Mike interjected. "I’m not. Well, I’m still worried about her leg, but that’s different." Amber managed a giggle at that. "And we’re just getting started, so you’ll see more than just fucking."
"What do you mean?" Amber asked.
"You’ll see," I agreed. "Oh, and Amber? If what you’re watching makes you want to play with yourself, go for it. It’s perfectly normal." Her eyes really got wide at that!
After that, we just got back into it and pretended she wasn’t there. Mike had been playing with my boobs the whole time, so he just went right for my pussy with his mouth. Oh MAN. I think I was addicted to his tongue already.
I had completely forgotten about our audience, but after the second glorious cum and working up to the third, I happened to glance over. Amber’s eyes were as wide as a person’s could be. She was completely dumbfounded. But I also noticed that her panties were on the floor, her hand was up her skirt, and that hand was working away something furious.
After my third cum from Mike’s tongue, and while he was climbing up, preparing to mount me, I heard a definite moan-and-squeak from the corner.
Anyhow, in he went, and started fucking me. He was being gentle, because of my leg, but I that was fine with me. I was still going nuts, screaming and moaning.
I got another glimpse of Amber. Her clothes were completely off. She was spread-eagled on the chair, eyes wide open, covered with sweat, fingers plunging in and out of her, her other hand clutching one of her budding tits. I caught her eye, and grinned at her. She turned purple, but didn’t stop watching-or diddling herself. Then I started to cum again and forgot all about Amber.
Mike got me to another one before he came inside me. As we were both coming down, I heard an "OH GOD!" from the corner. Amber was cumming up a storm. Good for her.
How many eleven-year-old girls get a live porno? Well, Mom and Dad did say to educate her, right?
Mike and I cuddled up to one another, amusedly watching Amber come down from what was probably the cum of her young life.
"Enjoy yourself?" I asked. She sighed, "Oh God," looked up at me and blushed.
"Well, you were wrong with what you said yesterday," Mike pointed out. "You can put yourself over by playing with yourself."
"That was the first time," she said. "Well, the first three times," she blushed. That’s when what had just happened dawned on her-and the blush spread from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. "Oh, God, I can’t believe you let me watch!" she gasped.
"You were gonna watch anyway, we just opened the door all the way," Mike laughed. Amber beamed at him. Oh, boy, did she have it bad! It was cute. "Now," Mike continued, "you do know that you’re still too young for that yourself, right?"
"Well, yeah, the second part. You know, the--fucking," Amber said with a huge blush. "I watched it go in, and you’re right-I’m a lot smaller down there. But wouldn’t the boys my age be smaller than Mike?"
Mike laughed. "Yes, they would-the problem is, the boys your age would see you sitting there naked and not have the slightest clue what to do with you. Trust me, I was once a boy your age. Girls mature faster, Amber. I guarantee every boy in school is scared to death of you."
"Yeah, we try to kiss them and they all run away," she giggled. "However, I was thinking, maybe the first part-what’s that called?"
"The proper term is cunnilingus," Mike said. "You’ll also hear slang terms. Eating her out, cunny-lapping, pussy-eating, going down on her, there are others." Amber was purple at this point! "Well, I just wanted you to know what people are talking about," Mike continued.
"Yeah, well, I was thinking-I’m not too small for that," Amber said.
"Oh, kid, are you in for a rude awakening!" I laughed. "You know the first time I ever had that done to me? Thursday."
"Huh?" Amber asked.
"Lots of guys don’t like doing that," Mike told her. " I think they’re nuts, but that’s me."
"Oh," Amber said. "Maybe Tiffany would."
"Well, if she did, you’d have to do it back," I said. "That would only be fair."
Amber made a face. We all laughed, and Mike said, "Nope, Amber, I don’t think you’re a lesbian." Amber blushed again.
"OK, well, I’m going to go now." She gathered up her clothes and headed out the door. "Thanks!" she said on the way out.
Mike and I just looked at each other and collapsed into giggles.
"Ah, man, now I’m a show and tell display for sex ed," Mike chuckled.
"And what a good one you were," I told him.
"Are you going to tell your mother about this?" he asked me.
"Yeah, I think I’d better. Anyhow, we need to get a move on if we’re going to your mother’s cookout!"
We took turns in the shower, then got dressed. Mike still had his clothes from yesterday-luckily, he hadn’t actually worn them much yesterday, so they were still clean. We went downstairs, and found Mom in the kitchen. We started helping her put the groceries away.
"Hey, Mom, I have to tell you something," I started. "Mike and I were in my room after you left, and we were just starting to, you know, fool around…" Mom’s cool, but I admit I was blushing!
"Yeah, we were just making out at that point," Mike continued, "when I noticed a hairy eyeball peeking in through the crack in the door."
"Ah." Mom said. "Amber was spying. Did she stay there the whole time?"
"Well, not quite," I admitted. "I have a confession. When I was her age, I spied on you and Dad."